The Deepest Prison

[SoftGameHunter]

Teaser: Hell. Rape. An agenda of abuse and torments. Lisa thought she was in a bad way, but she learns that security surrounding even a helpless, weak, naked girl like her will never, ever let up.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: The Deepest Prison
Author: SoftGameHunter
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I've had this setting kicking around in my head for years, but I never quite manage to write the story around it.
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The Deepest Prison

Lisa lay in a disgusting naked heap on the cold floor, adhering to the tiles as the spit evaporated off the gobs of cum on her shaken, unstirring body. She stared at the floor through the tears in her eyes as the footsteps approached. Was this it? Death now? She’d spent the whole day passed around, raped, smacked, folded, mutilated, and spindled. Two vacant naked women picked her up and dragged her into a shower where cold, acrid water washed over her, blasting her face with disinfecting liquid death. She stood handcuffed, taking it.

“Take her down. Standard lockup.”

Down? She still remembered the elevator ride down. The whole complex was buried in rock, but they had more? Two men held her up but didn’t let her off that easy. The hand gripped her throat, digging in. “Walk, you chinky cunt!” he snarled. She flailed her bare feet to gain a grip on the floor. It was a shaky walk, but a walk. Through halls. Screams. Cries. A bunker of rape and torture, circa mid-fifties but fitted with fancy wireless for today’s modern serial rape gang. At the elevator, they each inserted a key. “On three. One, two, three.” A simultaneous turn brought the elevator doors open. “Get in there!” the same man shouted, shoving her hard. They caught her before she fell. Inside, another dual key turn. And then down. The elevator had only two markers, like those express elevator to the observation deck in high-rises. Down they sank. Down, down, down. Her ears pressurized from outside. And finally with a ding, the men repeated the key turns. Each time with different keys, she realized.

All that for her? So they could rape her harder. Two hundred cocks and a thousand lashes later, what resistance could she give? Out into the hallway, dug into bedroom, immune to a nuke no doubt. The single hallways fanned out in front of them. “Light in hallway A-3,” the other man said into some collar microphone. A moment later the hall lit up, a dank grey concrete tube sinking into the distance. They walked along, with Lisa’s throat erupted in whimpers and sobs. Why? After all else, why? They approached a red line on the floor, and beyond she gasped as every few inches a steel spike six or seven inches long jutted out. “Retract floor spikes, hallway A-3,” the man said.

“Recognized,” a voice answered. She could barely hear his earpiece, but a moment later the spikes sank mechanically into the floor, leaving a lattice of little holes. A nearby motor powered them down before going silent. They marched her through the zone, a hundred feet? Two hundred. Another line marked the end, and the man called for the extension of the floor spikes. With a buzz and a whir, they slid back up. And the man made sure she saw them before shoving her forward again.

Another hundred feet later, the lights came on automatically in the sole room at the end of the hall. Lisa gasped and cried out. An octagon, with each wall face about six feet wide. And set in each of them was a massive, thick circular steel hatch with a giant crank wheel to open it. One of them produced a key to unlock the hideous padlock holding the crank shut, then forcibly turned the wheel several rotations to open up the door, revealing the tube inside. It was sized like an MRI chamber. Or a coffin.

“Please! Oh god!” she sobbed. The chamber was round, no more than eighteen inches in diameter, but with a flat bottom. Some ankle chains and cuffs sat there, the chains leading to the back. “No! Why are you doing this!” They had no answer they were sharing, but one lifted her while the other attached the cuffs to her feet. Then he pushed some buttons and a motor pulled the chains in towards the back. They fed her into the hole. It stopped as her head passed the opening, swallowing her in the cavity. They unfastened the cuffs on her hands, but chained her wrists over her head to the door. She had little slack. “Please!” she shrieked. But then she screamed as they pushed more buttons. All around her, hundreds more spikes emerged from the tube walls, jutting out around her several inches. Even pushing out would impale her flesh. She had inches.

“Don’t you go nowhere, cunt!” He grinned. “Unless you want the secure version!”

“Please don’t do this to me!” Her scream was cut off. For them. She could hear herself as they slammed the heavy door shut and spun the crank. Then the motors roared to life, pulling her further in until her arms and legs were stretched out, with no slack. No struggle would work. She writhed just a bit and scraped her tits on the ceiling spikes.

Lisa lay there, in the absolute darkness, the absolute silence from everything not her own cries. It was cold. She hadn’t noticed, but now she did. Cold, dark, hell. How long? When would they let her out, and for what? More screaming agony? One day and counting. They’d been nice enough to point out some of the other women there. Ten years. Twenty! One woman, Chinese not like Lisa, looked to be in her gaunt sixties, a prisoner since the Reagan administration. One day, one hole, entombed in a vault more secure than hell and infinitely less inviting.

[Lucius]

'Liu, I really hate this place, I do.' I suppose Lisa would echo Johnny Cage if she could. But looks like there's no Liu to save the day.

[Shocker]

What an awful place, makes for an awesome story.

[VictimEyes]

A nightmare in 'Purplexion'.