The Kingdom Ch. 15

"To help wash out the taste I might have left earlier," the guard whispered into my ear before straitening up and joining his cohort at the door.

"Bastard!" I thought as I gagged in disgust. I hadn't recognized him with the hood and safety goggles, but he was clearly the same ass-hole who had ring-gagged and face-fucked me hours prior. I attempted to expel the substance from my mouth by rolling my tongue, but with the ring-gag still in place, my efforts only forced it further back into my throat, ultimately prompting me to swallow. "BASTARD!!!" I fumed silently, feeling my face flush once more with rage. As if raping my mouth wasn't bad enough!!

Without looking back, the two poncho-clad guards silently exited the cell, leaving me in glorious silence. Once the door slid shut behind them, I exhaled a long sigh, soaking in the peace and quiet. Other than the sporadic sound of water droplets spattering from my hair to the floor or the faint tapping noises of the plumbing in the walls, this was the quietest that this cell had been in nearly a day. I rolled my shoulders, attempting to stretch out a bit now that my arms were no longer in their strappado position. Unfortunately, my skin now ached from the harsh scrubbing that I'd just been subjected to. Eager to resume my minute and a half nap from earlier, I closed my eyes and allowed my head to hang down in front of me. I had no idea how long I had, so I desperately willed myself to sleep.

But as I drifted off, the faint tapping noises that I'd previously associated to plumbing in the walls caught my attention. Against my instincts to ignore them and fall asleep, I couldn't help myself from listening closer. The tapping was coming from the wall to my left and... unless I was losing my mind, it almost sounded as if there was a sequence to the taps... With my eyes closed, I focused as hard as I could on the faint sounds. After a few seconds, my eyes shot open in confirmation. It was a message. A message delivered in the form of tap code!

During the Vietnam war, four prisoners of war devised the technique as a way to communicate amongst themselves at the Hanoi Hilton. Over the course of their imprisonment, they managed to spread the cipher to all their comrades, helping them to communicate between walls and even different buildings.

The cipher that made this possible was essentially a polybius square that used a 5 by 5 grid. Given my photographic memory, I quickly recalled the cipher. Every letter of the alphabet with exception to the letter "K" was represented by a different box. The box in the top left-hand corner was marked with an "A" while the box in the bottom right-hand corner was marked with a "Z". Messages were sculpted by spelling out one letter at a time with two numbers. The first was the number of rows down, and the second was the number of columns to the right. If I wanted to spell the letter C, for instance, I'd tap once, pause briefly, and then tap three times.

While the use of regular morse code would have been possible, morse code uses both dots and dashes to transmit messages. And since dashes weren't able to be transmitted percussively, they would have needed to be swapped out with three shorter dots. Not only would that have been incredibly challenging to send, it would have been even harder to understand.

I closed my eyes again and listened intently. Breathing slowly through my nose, I decoded one letter after the next. The message read, "SVP CQ CFM". Once completed, it repeated from the beginning. Despite using tap code, these abbreviations were common knowledge to anyone fluent in morse. The message translated to, "Si vous plait (please) anybody confirm".

With my heart now pounding, sleep had suddenly become the last thing on my mind. I turned my head toward the wall on my left where the sound appeared to be coming from. Morse code was a dying breed these days, so it was safe to assume that whoever was sending these tap messages was either military or ex-military. In all likelihood, it was one of the other four agents who were transmitting them!

I immediately began testing my restraints, searching for a way to clank out a reply. Unfortunately, I would have needed a steel pipe or something hard to bang against something. And even then, I was in the center of the room. Sending a message through the concrete floor and wall would require quite a lot of force. I sighed, discouraged by my lack of options.

But just then, I remembered the chain descending from the ceiling overhead that had kept my wrists pulled high in a strappado. Against the comfort of my sore shoulders, I raised my wrists a few inches into the air and grabbed ahold of the chain. Tugging the chain downward certainly made a noise, but it was nowhere nearly loud or distinct enough to send a message in tap code to someone on the other side of a concrete wall.

Trying a different approach, I lowered my hands a few inches, lifted the chain into the air and then tugged sharply down. The result was a crisp loud clank that echoed through the cell. My heart leapt in victory as the tapping from the wall suddenly stopped. They'd heard me! I immediately sprang into action, crafting a message as quickly as the chain would allow me.

Slowly, I clanked out the letters "RCD" in tap code. This was morse for "transmission received". Given the nature of my situation with the chain, this message took me longer to transmit than it normally would have.

My heart raced as I waited several seconds a reply. Impatiently, I lifted my hands upward in preparation to resend my message. But just as I was about to tug the chain again, the faint tapping sound suddenly returned. I breathed as quietly as I could while I listened to the next incoming message. The message read, "QRZ". This was morse for "identify yourself."

I sprang into action, spelling out my code name, "FOXTROT" and following it with "QRZ". If this was one of my fellow agents, she would inevitably reply with her code name. I couldn't help getting my hopes up. Having a private line of communication with any one of the other four could be the start of a coordinated break-out!

Almost instantly, a reply started tapping back. "NIGHT TO DA".

I paused, clueless of what to make of the response. Night to day? "DA" was morse for "day". What the hell did that mean?

Just as I raised my hands to ask for clarification, my cell door slid open. I released the chain and rested my open palms on my ass. Dammit! I thought as I rolled my eyes. Talk about bad timing!

The cell door whooshed open to reveal two guards standing in the doorway. As they entered, it was the next sound I heard that made my blood run cold. The clicking of high heels could only mean one thing. A moment later, Annabelle entered the room, causing my fists to instinctively clench.

"Good morning, Ms. Michaels!" She exclaimed in a sing-song voice. She was wearing black leather pants and high-heeled boots, a decorative gold corset, and a red petty-coat with tails. The outfit kind of reminded me a ring-leader at a circus. The only thing that was missing was the top-hat.

The guards briskly approached me and began to remove my restraints. While one guard unbuckled the leather belts that secured my upper body to the padded bench, the other unlocked my leather ankle restraints from the hooks in the floor.

Annabelle strolled in casually, gazing up toward the ceiling. "Oooh, this turned out nicely!" she remarked to herself she inspected the overhead sound and LED system. "Murphy outdid himself this time." I had no idea who Murphy was but I made a mental note of the name, adding it to my ever-expanding hit list.

"You're actually the first prisoner to reside in this cell since it received its... updates," Annabelle said, dropping her gaze to me. "How do you like it?" With the ring-gag still in my mouth, I said nothing and looked away in attempted disinterest.

Behind me, I could feel the one of the guards hobbling my my ankle cuffs together with a short chain. To the relief of my shoulder muscles, the other guard freed my arms from behind my back and allowed them to dangle freely over the ground beneath me. I suppressed the urge to moan as I rolled my aching shoulders and cracked my neck to each side. Too exhausted and naive to try to resist, I allowed him to resecure my wrist cuffs together in front of me without incident. To my disappointment, however, my moment of relief was short-lived as I felt the guard begin to pull my coupled wrists over and behind my head and lock them to the D-ring located at the back of my collar. This effectively secured me into an overarm tie, forcing my elbows into the air and exposing my armpits.

Smiling, Annabelle turned and walked over to the concrete wall to my left and placed her hand on the surface. "Oh, if these walls could talk," she said, almost as if reminiscing to herself. Ironically, the wall she was looking at happened to be the same wall I'd heard the tap code messages coming from...

My muscles suddenly tensed as I felt one of the guards press a glass butt-plug into my anus. No matter how accustomed I'd become to having my ass penetrated, there was simply no way not to wince and tense up at the sensation of having a large object rammed past your sphincter.

Annabelle continued, unaware of my discomfort. "Years ago, I volunteered to be a guinea pig here. Served a week-long stint to get the full experience before I officially took charge." Annabelle strolled the length of the wall, stopping about half-way and tapping on the concrete with her index finger. "If memory serves, I believe I stayed in the cell right next to this one."

After clipping a leash to the front of my collar, the guard in front of me pulled upward, forcing me to lift my torso off of the padded bench. With my wrists now secured into an over-arm position, this required me to use my abdominal muscles to straighten upright. With the use of the leash, the guard then led me away from the bench towards Annabelle. The chain hobbling my ankles together forced me to take shorter and faster steps than I normally would have. Though still restrained, it felt good to be standing once again. Glancing down, I could see a red outline from where my torso had been resting on the padded bench for the last many hours.

Annabelle turned to inspect my naked form. "Oh, the leash won't be necessary," she said. "You can remove that." The guard reached back up and unclipped my leash without hesitation. "She'll behave, won't you Miss Michaels?" Annabelle asked patronizingly, stepping in close enough for me to smell her minty-fresh breath. I stared at her for a second before giving a slight nod. "Good girl," she replied, spinning on her heels to leave. "Come with me."

Resentfully obedient, I followed her through the open door of the cell. Upon exiting, Annabelle turned right. Given the fact that I had been unconscious when I was moved to my new cell, this was the first time I was seeing the hallway. Looking to my right, the hallway appeared to have no distinguishable characteristics from the other corridors I'd seen at the kennel. When I turned my head to the left, however, I stopped dead in my tracks...

Despite having audibly heard the coded banging coming from the cell to my left, there was nothing there... Just a cement block wall. That didn't make sense... If I had the cell at the end of the hallway, where were the messages being transmitted from? Additionally, Annabelle had specifically pointed to that wall when stating that she had once stayed in the cell next door... Perplexed, I continued studying the dead end.

"Keep up," Annabelle said over her shoulder, snapping me out of my contemplation. The clinking of my ankle chain echoed loudly down the empty hallway as I struggled to keep up. While we walked, I instinctually took mental notes of every detail. Things like hallway length, entry/exit points, surveillance camera placement, etc. The hallway was roughly 50 feet long with eight cells total. Four on each side. The decision to place me in the cell furthest from the exit was not lost on me. Given my prior escape from the kennel, this certainly made a repeat more challenging.

At the end of the hallway was a wall-to-wall steel gate that resembled a security checkpoint at a prison. Straight ahead on the other side of that, two guards sat behind a large teller-style window. In front of the window on the left was an elevator. Once we reached the gate, Annabelle pressed a large red button which appeared to activate a buzz alarm from inside the guards' enclosure. Nodding in recognition to Annabelle, one of the guards reached forward and silenced the alarm by prompting the gate to slide open.

As soon as we walked through the open gate, the ding of the elevator sounded and the doors to my left slid open. My heart sank a bit at the realization that my escape relied exclusively on whoever was sitting on the other side of that glass. Even if I were to defy all odds by escaping my cell and somehow making it to this point, I'd be stuck here at the end of the hall waiting for someone to summon the elevator for me...

Following behind Annabelle, I shuffled into the large elevator. Annabelle reached forward and pressed a floor button that was marked with an illuminated letter "B". The other floor options read "1", "G", and "-1". Beneath those were two additional floor buttons that were unlabeled.

A moment later, the doors slid shut and I felt the elevator lurch upward. As we ascended, I looked around and continued studying my surroundings. One overhead camera, and no visible trap doors, I thought to myself.

A few seconds later, the elevator stopped moving and the doors slid open to reveal a rustic, dimly lit stone hallway. The visual contrast between the clean and industrial look of the kennel and the dark and dingy esthetic in front of me was drastic. Immediately recognized where we were by the rusted sconces hanging on the wall. This was the long underground hallway that connected the kennel to Annabelle's office beneath the castle. Turning right would lead us straight to where my old cell was. I had become used to the long trek to and from Annabelle's office over the course of the week. But given the unpleasantness that awaited me at either destination, I'd come to savor the break in the action. My stomach churned at the realization that my proximity to Annabelle was now considerably closer...

As I exited the elevator, we turned right towards the antique-looking wooden doors that led to the foyer in front of Annabelle's office. In that instance, I suddenly sensed a glimmer of optimism towards my prospects of escape... As the two of us walked alone, I realized that I didn't need to start my breakout from my cell. What I needed was to devise a way to break out in the 20 feet between the elevator and the foyer. Unlike previous visits, I didn't have any guards escorting me. It was just Annabelle and me...

On the other side of the door, there were always two guards stationed outside of Annabelle's office, but if I was somehow able to free my arms and legs and disarm my collar prior to entering the foyer, I had few concerns about overpowering them. And then it would be a straight shot to the outside...

Immediately upon stepping through the wooden doors into the foyer, we were greeted by a petite blonde sitting behind a semi-circle in the middle of the room.

"Good morning, ma'am," the blonde said reverently as she bowed her head toward Annabelle.

Like most of the female employees I'd seen here, her hands were cuffed in front of her while she typed on her keyboard. Instinctively, my eyes flicked to the left where two guards stood at attention on either side of the door to Annabelle's office.

"Madame," Annabelle corrected the blonde coldly as she walked by.

"Oh, of course," the girl corrected herself, sheepishly. "My mistake, madame."

"Set up a meeting with Priya for 1pm," Annabelle interrupted without looking at her. Ignoring the guards, Annabelle grabbed the office door's handle and pulled it open. "If she tries to push back, tell her I insist," she added to the secretary.

"Yes, madame," the girl replied.

Holding the door open, Annabelle gave an in-genuine smile and motioned for me to enter with her other hand. Stepping inside, I glanced around, curiously scanning the dungeon like cellar for anything out of place that might be of assistance to me. Unfortunately, Annabelle's office was unchanged from the last time I'd seen it. Minimalist and stark with only a few items- a black glass desk, a closed laptop, two chairs, and what looked like a large gun safe against the back wall.

"Head on in and have a seat," Annabelle chirped as if it were a suggestion. "I'll be in momentarily." Then, she pulled the door closed, locking me inside her office alone. Slowly, I approached the familiar ladder-back chair sitting in front of the desk. While the chair may have looked ordinary from afar, as I stepped closer, the dreaded dildo came into view. Standing erect in the center of the leather- padded seat cushion was a massive dildo. This was the same dildo I had sat upon for each of my daily "one-on-one sessions" since landing in the kennel a week ago.

At my first one-on-one, I refused to sit down voluntarily. As you might have guessed, this resulted in being forcibly seated by the two guards stationed outside. Seeing Annabelle's enjoyment as she watched me be overpowered and impaled against my will was enough to prevent me from ever giving her the satisfaction again.

Taking a deep sigh, I swallowed my pride and lowered myself onto the massive phallus. I closed my eyes as the cold tip of the dildo pressed entered my pussy. I was still horny as hell, but knew that this particular phallus would not help me achieve the sexual release that I longed for. This phallus was what Annabelle described as an "anchor dildo". Simply put, once it went in, it couldn't come out.

The sides of the dildo were made of hard plastic scales that mimicked the look of a fish. Anyone who's ever gone fishing can relate to the tactile differences between sliding your hand across a fish in different directions. It was the same basic principle with this dildo. Going into my pussy was smooth sailing, but trying to pull it out would cause the sharp edges of the scales to lift and dig painfully into the walls of my vagina. Needless to say, the anchor dildo lived up to its name.

I groaned in a mixture of shame and discomfort as my full weight came to rest on the padded seat cushion. Not only did the dildo feel larger today, its position made it nearly impossible to avoid putting weight directly onto the butt-plug in my ass. Fully empaled, I was now trapped on the seat until Annabelle chose to release me.

I rolled my eyes at the sight of our digital chess game that was already cued on the glass surface of the desk. Annabelle's desk was basically a massive touch screen computer. A ridiculously unnecessary piece of technology that, by my observations, was only used for the sake of playing an ongoing game of chess during visits... During every one-on-one session, we would each make one move. Given my week-long stay at the kennel, today's move will have been my seventh. Above the board were the words "Brandy Michaels : Day 7".

Over the past week, I had learned that Annabelle was strangely obsessed with the game of chess and seemed to think of it as a sort of insight into a player's psyche. Little did she know, I was employing no strategy whatsoever. I hadn't played chess since middle school and couldn't have given two shits about who won or lost. The outcome was of no consequence to me and warranted zero concern on my part. Like my trek to and from Annabelle's office, chess-time was nothing more than a calm before another inevitable storm.