The girl in front of me was me in the mirror! Dressed up in kinky stuff and tied up to the neck. My eyes were glued to the woman in front of me while I wasn’t able to think coherently.

DING!

The sound a bell snapped me out of my daze. Looking around I couldn’t see anything else. I was still hanging down from the chain, blazed by a bright spotlight. The mirror was the only thing visible to me.

No!

There was a small key dangling down in front of from a string. It would have been within my reach without my hands pulled up in the air.

I had to get this key! As soon as possible!

I wiggled a bit. At least my legs were not bolted down to the floor, they shifted a bit. I couldn’t do anything useful with them because of the metal bars. I looked up at the chains attached to my arms in disdain. Drool was still dripping down my chin.

My shoulders were pulled up, which was bad as they were strained a bit. I tried to square my shoulders and with some effort I started floating above the ground. The weight of the bars pulled at my legs, but leaving them relaxed didn’t really hurt. The cuffs bit a bit into my skin though.

I pulled myself up until my hands reached my bo .. chest. As this was a more stable position, I let go of the left chain and grasped the right one as far up as I could. Fortunately the chain was thick enough to get a decent grip. Holding myself up with one arm only was exhausting.

Then I tried to hang on my left arm, which worked while the chain bit into my hands. I pushed back the pain and fished for the cord with the key with my right arm, which had some leeway because I was above the ground. After a few tries I had the cord in my hand and reined in the key. My left forearm burning.

As soon as I had the key I shakily put it into the padlock at my left wrist.

*Click*

I stashed the key in one of the straps of the gag and grasped for the chain I was dangling from with my free hand under my left hand. My left hand fell down as soon as I loosened the grip a bit, my left arm dangling down my side. I had started to breathe quickly as the corset denied me deeper breaths.

My right hand started to slide down down the chain as my hand was really sweaty. With a thud I was down to the ground again. There was a touch at my cheek. The key was pulled out of the strap and was teasingly bouncing in front of me.

After a few moments I was able to move my free arm again, even it was painful. I grabbed for the key and got it after a few tries. My arm was quite a mess and it was somehow difficult to aim on top of the aching muscles.

I fumbled the key in the other padlock after a few tries. Though I had to retrieve it several times in the end I had my right arm free as well. My wind was going back towards all the while.

The corset was still denying me deeper breaths.

Then I yanked at the cord and ripped the key off. There was no way to reach my knees with the key on the cord.

With shaking hands I was able to open the padlock securing the the bar at my knees. I let myself fall back on my bum, propping myself up on my arms. Then I pulled my feet to the front. The padlocks were into easy reach and with my wind back to normal, I finally was able to use my limbs.

My first try getting up left me sprawled face down on the floor. My sense of balance was still really bad.

I sat up again and glowered at the mirror in front of me. After getting to my knees I took it and flung it into the darkness. I felt a kind of satisfaction as I heard the sound of shattering glass announcing its demise.

I looked down at my boobs in dejection. Shaking my head I tried to remove the gag, but couldn’t find the way to open touching the spot where the straps joined on the back of my head. The drool running down my cheek was annoying, but I let it be for the moment. There was no need to speak with that goons when they returned, was there? I decided to ignore my attire for the moment as well, as there was nothing to replace it in sight.

Then I tried to get up again focusing on my balance. Finally I stood shakily on my legs, arms spread out for balancing. The pain in my arms had mostly subsided and so I tried my first step in my new life.

I nearly fell as my center of gravity shifted in a weird way, but I managed to stay on my feet, until I left the area of the spotlight. After a few moments adjusting to the dimmer light I was able to see well enough.

There were a few metal cages, a bench with straps and a x-shaped cross with manacles standing in the room. I reached the door where the men left the room. It was a heavy metal door and there was a number pad next to it about the height of my hips. The door itself was ridiculously small. It just reached up to my chest.

A jacket hung at a wooden coat rack beside the door. I took it and tried to put it on, but it was way too small. Searching the pocket I found a tiny thin smartphone which wasn’t locked for a reason. The security was swiping after a quick check and there was a mobile internet plan configured. A small wallet was in another pocket. It contained a bunch of Euro notes.

The jacket was mostly useless, I tried to put it on but couldn’t even get my arms completely through the sleeves. Where could I put them? There were no pockets at all in the stuff I was wearing. Then I looked down at my chest. With some effort I could put them between my tits, even if it was tight.

I left the annoying gag and the other stuff I was wearing be for now and started to try some exercises to get a better control of my body.

Standing next to the wall I managed a few squats. My legs were easily powerful and flexible enough to go to a deep squat and back again. The balance was really a problem but fortunately I was improving considerably.

Standing on one leg was challenge though. I was trying to get a grasp of when I start to tip over when changing my center of gravity to the sides as well.

Then I heard a door shutting outside.

Muted steps and voices approached. The goons were three and if I ever wanted to leave this place I had to them hit hard and fast. I pressed myself at the wall beside the door next to the door handle. I should probably have an eye on keeping the door open, as I didn’t know the code for the electronic lock.

A few moments later there was a clicking sound and the door opened.

The first who came in was big guy. He came into the room a few steps followed by his buddies.

“She freed herself!” Big guy stopped abruptly, starting to look around.

I swung my fist at chatty guy who had barely stepped into the room. I hit the back of his head, pain exploding in my right fist. He smashed into the door and went down.

“Get her!” Big guy turned around and jabbed my left boob hard with his fist.

“GNNNN!” I cried in pain.

I was spun towards the door a bit reeling in pain. Silent guy jumped at my legs and started to pushing me over backwards. I twisted myself to the left while falling and buried him halfway under me. There was a cracking noise and he cried out in pain.

Big guy had jumped aside and returned to kick into at my waist, which hurt, but wasn’t that bad as my torso was still tensed up from the fall. I got back to my knees as big guy came in for another kick. I batted his leg aside with my right arm and while going with a straight punch with my left to his groin. Another flash of pain jolted through my right hand.

“Ieeaaahhh!” He doubled over in pain screaming.

Before he could recover I struck a hammer fist on his neck with all power I had. There was a sick crunch as he fell down with his neck in an odd angle.

Silent guy was writhing on the floor in pain behind me while chatty guy started to struggle back to his feet again. I was turning to him, trying to scramble to my feet again as he jumped at me pushing over backwards. He landed on my tummy staring at me in utter rage. I pulled my right heel to my butt and pushed my hip up letting my hip tilt to left. He was flung to the left and smashed into a heavy metal cage with his head.

When I turned to the door another man appeared from the right. He was stocky and was completely bald with tanned skin. He had a black baton in his right hand. He cried something unintelligible and hit a small box with a button at his belt while trying to hit my legs. I pulled back my legs quickly enough.

I was still laying on my back. As he entered the reach of my legs to hit me, I kicked at his knees with full force. There was a cracking sound as his legs gave way and he went down with an agonized scream.

He was writhing in pain on the floor but seemed to be no immediate danger anymore.

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The door was slowly closing though.

Desperately I got to my knees and half jumped and crawled to the door to stop it. I fell flat on my chest which hurt badly, but blocked the door. Gasping for air I was laying on floor for a few moments.

I had to leave as fast as possible as the bald one probably had raised an alarm. Ignoring my burning lungs I struggled to my feet, while pushing through the door into a low corridor. A heavy metal door was to the right and to the left a metal mesh was going down in a small narrow door frame.

I started to run towards the closing exit. Fortunately running was easier than I expected. As I reached the door the mesh covered almost the complete door frame, there was only a small gap left at at bottom. I let myself fall on my flat on my back to sled feet forward through the gap.

“Nnngghh!” My left shoulder crashed into the door frame.

Luckily my scream was muffled. I rolled myself to the right, out of sight from the corridor, my left shoulder throbbing with pain. A few moments later I heard voiced from the corridor. Desperately I tried to calm down my breathing.

“Mick is not here.” the first voice observed.

“He raised the alarm.” a second voice added.

“Richard and his buddies went in just before.”

“The door of the room they went is closed though.”

“Mick has access, but he probably in there as well. He’ll get in trouble joining in without the boss consent. By the way the only one who can open the door now is the boss.”

“I go and inform the boss. You stay here to replace Mick for now.”

“Well. Okay. When you say so. The boss probably won’t come before the party is over. Maybe even tomorrow.”

Then I heard the door again.

“Stupid guard duty, but better than bringing bad news to the boss.” the remaining guard grumbled.

Cautiously I sat up and looked around me, still breathing quickly. It was dark, with only starlight illuminating the area. There was a light breeze and it seemed that I was on a balcony. Stars sparkled in a dark night sky. After my wind was back again I cautiously crept away from the door. The pain in my shoulder had faded down considerably.

The balcony was about 10 meters long, three meters wide and there was a low metal railing on the opposite side of the door which was at the center of the balcony. Beyond the beach was a large body of water. The air smelled salty. No artificial moving lights were visible below the horizon. As Orion was high in the sky we had to be more to the south than I was used to, as it shouldn’t be visible this time of the year.

What date was it anyway? I had to look at the smartphone at some point, but now I had to get moving again. Going back was no option.

I sneaked a peek over the railing. It was a long way down a sheer cliff down to a small sandy beach with plenty of scattered locks. The waves were small. Climbing down wasn’t an option, as the rock was too smooth. Several small garden chairs stood along the balcony. One of those chains would be handy now, but there was no way back.

The cliff continued to both sides. Some kind of music mixed with people talking came from above me, probably the mentioned party. I went to the end of the balcony, squatted at the railing and sneaked a peek upward.

There was another railing above me. The railing was made of horizontal metal bars welded to larger support poles spread along the rim of the balcony. Carefully I got to my feet and tried to reach the railing above me with my hand. I was a bit short, but not by much. I looked at railing. Stepping on the railing would give me enough extra reach.

Doing a pull-ups itself shouldn’t be a problem. I wondered if my faulty sense of balance would be an issue. Falling down to the beach was a scary idea. Trying to lean a away from the drop might work, as long as the guard did not hear me.

Staying here wasn’t an option though, because this would be one of the first places that would be searched if they started missing me. There was no place to hide here.

I put my right bare foot on the railing and leaned myself a bit against the wall at the end of the balcony. Then I carefully pushed myself up and groped for the railing above with my right arm. I grabbed the first bar and was actually able to reach the second as I stood.

Carefully I pulled myself up. Hanging over a deep chasm hoping the railing won’t give way was scary.

Finally I could take a look the balcony above me. There was no one here at the moment, so I pulled up all the way and finally got over the railing. The railing was slightly bent, but nothing too noticeable. There was closed door in the middle of the balcony as well.

As I was unable to see what the situation was inside I looked up again, as the noises of the party were still coming from above.

There was another balcony in the same distance above me and it wasn’t that far to the top of the cliff anymore.

I pulled myself up like the last time without much of a problem. As my head reached the balcony, two women in fancy dresses came out of the door and started to talk in an unknown language. I let myself down again, firmly grasping the first bar and putting my feet back on the railing below.

Looking up it seemed like this was the top balcony, but the cliff above was too smooth to climb. Was it a dead end? There were some rocky protrusions I might be able to reach to the side of the balcony, but high above the ground it was a serious risk.

After a while the two women left and I was able to pull myself up the same way as before.

I sneaked a peek through the door. It was full of small people in fancy attire. Now that I had so much people to compare, it seemed that I was just tall.

The probability that this was the island of Lilliput wasn’t exactly high.

There was no way I would be able to pass that room unnoticed, especially as the boss was supposed to be here. There was a fat chance he knew how I looked.

I went over to the side of the balcony again where I saw the protrusions which could be a way out of here.

After investigation a bit closer I decided that I would be able to climb up as long as I was able to reach the more rugged part of the cliff.

1t was a scary gap, but being tall seemed to save my butt here. I should be able to put my right foot on foothold in the cliff at the end of my reach. There was another point I should reach with my hand without overextending while clinging to the railing.

I hoped my sense of balance was up to the task. Simple walking was not that difficult anymore. The corset was annoying since it hampered my breath considerably and I had to recover for a while after an exertion.

I had to get rid of that ball gag at some point, but still there was more important to do than chatting at the moment.

After hesitating for a few moments I stepped over the railing again. My left foot was still on the balcony while my right foot was firmly pushed against the protrusion. I was nearly doing a split right now.

I leaned my body towards the small crack that should be in reach of my right hand. There was a short moment where I had to let go of the balcony and had to lean towards the crack to get a hold.

After I had firm hold on the crack with my right hand I pulled my torso away from the balcony. I avoided looking down to avoid getting dizzy. Falling down the cliff was not a valid option.

I moved my left hand to the crack first, but found another protrusion to get a hold on. Then I straightened my right leg pulling my left leg over as well. I started breath faster while I moved sidewards and gained some height.

Carefully I made my way to the top of the cliff. The rock were rugged enough to climb with some caution and having a long reach turned out to be distinct advantage.

I was close to passing out as I pulled myself over the edge of the cliff though. I laid down on my back and waited for my wind to get normal again.

Looking around the ground was rugged and rocky. I got to my knees after a while and crept a stretch away from the balconies.

Finally I got to my feet again. There was a small hillock a bit away from the cliff. I decided to climb up there to get an overview. Fortunately my feet hand no issue walking barefood over the rocks. I avoided to step on sharp edges though.

I reached the top of the hillock a few minutes later. It was the highest point in the vicinity. Unfortunately there was much rather flat area all around in a distance, which looked like the sea behind me. An island. And a fucking small one that.

I had to find a way to leave tonight or I’d be fucked. Literally. A shiver went down my spine at that thought. I shoved that train of though away though since despairing won’t do me any good.

I pulled the smartphone out of my ... cleavage. It was as still powered on and I swiped to unlock the screen.

It had been six weeks since the last date I remembered. As maps was already installed I opened the app. GPS was disabled, so I switched it on and waited until the app put the blue circle to a point. Scrolling out I was able to confirm I was on an island. There was nothing here according to maps.

I zoomed out a bit. At some point I recognized Greece. The Peloponnese was to the north with a slight tendency to the west. The island of Kithira was a bit closer but a bit more to the west. I needed to get to the mainland to hide. Athens was east, across the channel of Korinth. I would try to get there for now. I spent a few minutes to memorize the important parts of the map.

Then I put the smartphone down. I needed a boat or ship. The owner of this property seemed to be filthy rich. As Greece was infamous for its corruption it seemed to be a bad idea to trust the authorities too much.

I shut the phone down and tossed it aside. It was too easy to locate once it was clear that I had it. Every time it connects to net I would leave a trace. Without a data connection maps won’t help much anyway. Downloading maps in advance was too bothersome as well and would need time.

I had to get my hand on new one at some time. Changing the SIM later wasn’t an option as well as the IMEI could identify it anyway.

The wallet contained about five hundred Euros in cash and a few plastic cards, including a Belgian passport. I discarded all but the money, since the chances they could actually help were negligible.

I got to my feet again. People living at sea often had boats. Time to find and steal one. I didn’t care about morals at this point, as my life an my freedom were at stake.

Briefly I tried to remove the gag, but as there was still no obvious and quick way to remove it I shelved that problem for later. The sooner I left this island the better my chances to get away. I still had no intention to talk with anyone around.

Hard kicks in the nuts were the most appropriate means of contact in my opinion.

There was a faint shimmer of light to the north, so I started to skulk in that direction. I noticed Cassiopaia ahead, which would give a good idea where north actually was during the night. It was easily to find the much dimmer Polaris with the constellation.

I reached the rim of a cliff a while later. The island was really small. There as a small bay below me and a pier where several larger boats were moored. The pier was unfortunately illuminated brightly and there were two men patrolling the area. I followed the cliff away from the pier and found a crevice leading down which I could climb down by pressing my back to one side while pushing my legs and arms against the other.

I was totally winded when I reached the bottom so I took a small break to recover while I assessed the area in front of me.

After a while I noticed a rubber dinghy pulled up the beach about sixty meters away from the pier! It was darker at this side of the bay, so I skulked towards the boat after my winds were back again.

I reached the boat without noticing anything suspicious, well apart from myself of course. There were oars laying in the boat and it sported larger outboard motor which was connected to a plastic tank. I opened the tank and it seemed to be filled to the brim. Nice. There was a six-pack of plastic bottles with some beverages in the bow and one of these water-proof large rubber bags. The bag was empty, but it was a good place for the wallet.

I adjusted the straps and slung it across my shoulder and put the wallet in it.

Then I pulled the boat carefully into the water was up to my knees. I carefully climbed into the boat and sat down in the center near the back, face forward.

I put the two oars into appropriate rowlocks and carefully started to row the boat towards the open water. It took some time until I felt comfortable enough to start the motor.

Finally I tilted it into the water, crept a bit back and tried to start the motor. After a few tries it was running smoothly. While I had no experience with those motors myself I had been able to observe an acquaintance handling one from time to time.

I started slowly with few gas to avoid loud noise and put some more distance between the island and myself. Then I slowly speed up to a decent speed. With a light breeze playing with my hair I headed north, my eyes firmly locked on Polaris.