Jennifer: Dungeon Danger


Jennifer was just like many other recent college graduates. The 22-year old was
working as an office administrator in a big investment company downtown. She
figured that something would come along later that would be better, but for the
time being, it was a good job with good pay.

She was also quite a feisty woman. She had grown up in a rough area of another
city, and as a young Hispanic woman, she had found herself in some tough
situations. Although she was only about 5 foot 4, she could certainly stand up
for herself. It didn’t hurt, of course, that she carried a stun gun in her black
leather purse (with her IPhone, of course).

That’s not the end of the story, though; Jennifer also had a profitable side
business as a private detective. A year or so ago, one of her friends had
suspicions that her husband was cheating on her. Jennifer followed the husband
around, snapped some pictures on her IPhone, and was able to confirm that he was
cheating. Her friend referred Jennifer to other women, and before Jennifer knew
it, she was making decent money catching sneaky men. She tried to keep the
business rather quiet; much of the effectiveness of the business came from the
secrecy of it.

Jennifer didn’t do this alone – she paid her friend Cindy to answer calls and
run some of the administrative aspects of the business. There was also an
understanding between the women; if Jennifer didn’t check back in at the end of
the night, Cindy knew that something was probably wrong, and would figure out a
way to help her.

So it was that Jennifer received a phone call on a Friday morning from Julia, a
potential client. Apparently, Julia had serious suspicions about her husband
Bob, as she had found some lipstick, which wasn’t hers, in Bob’s pants pocket.
Bob had also been working late and on weekends quite a bit lately.

It got worse, though, in that Julia had more disturbing accusations. She had
heard rumors that Bob was running a sort of prostitution business on the side.
She had found some business cards for “More at Night,” and his cell phone number
had been written on the back. Together, these made Julia nervous, and prompted
her call to Jennifer. After deciding on a price, Jennifer agreed to take the
job.


Jennifer was quite proud of herself as she arrived at a small house at the edge
of town. Dressed in a cute yellow sun dress and wearing flip flops, she was the
picture of beauty. She also felt quite excited, in that she had put together a
plan to catch Bob.

She made calls earlier in the day, and had set up an appointment to have dinner
with Bob that evening, under the guise of looking for a job with “More at
Night.” After some polite conversation, they agreed to have dinner at the “More
at Night” offices at 8 pm. Jennifer of course informed Cindy of the plans,
because one never knows.

Jennifer walked up to the door and was welcomed by a large, overweight gentleman
who appeared to be in his 40s. “You must be Jennifer,” he said, smiling. “My
name is Bob, come on in.”

Jennifer walked into the house and was struck by the sparse furniture and
decorations. It looked like the house was barely used; beyond a couch, a coffee
table, a desk, and a small table with two chairs, there did not appear to be
much around. There was a door towards the back of the front room that looked to
go down to the basement. Jennifer made a mental note to check on it later.
Placing her purse on the coffee table, she walked over to the table, where some
food was already set out.

“I was happy to get your phone call,” said Bob, smiling broadly. “I was just
thinking that I wanted to hire a new woman, and you look great. People are
always looking for a Hispanic woman, so you’ll fit in well!”

“Well, that’s sweet,” said Jennifer. She thought it was a bit odd that he would
make such a comment, but then she remembered the type of business that Bob
apparently ran. She needed more information at this point. “Actually, I was
wondering if you could tell me a little more about what you do.”

Bob’s smile stayed wide as he sat down at the table. “Why don’t you sit down and
start eating, and we could talk about things here.” Jennifer took the invitation
, sat down, and started eating the fettuccine alfredo set out before her.

“You see, we help out lonely young men. We have a stable of beautiful young
women who go on dates with these men, and who help them to overcome some of
their confidence issues. It’s really quite a helpful endeavor,” said Bob.

Jennifer smiled as she ate, trying to take it all in. She was starting to get a
little sleepy, but it was getting late, and she figured it was just that she had
already worked quite a few hours. “Do these women have sex with the men?
Because, I just want to know what I’m in for here.”

Bob laughed, shaking his head. “You really get right to the point, don’t you? We
could get to that later; how do you like your food?”

Jennifer was really feeling sleepy now, and she was starting to feel herself
breathing a bit harder. It was almost like she was only breathing half as much
as usual, and it took even more effort to get those breaths out. “Well..I…um…”

Bob’s smile started to disappear. “Are you feeling ok? You look like you’re not
feeling well. Is everything ok, Jennifer? Maybe you need to talk to Julia about
something?”

Jennifer could feel her eyes widen a bit, and was too weak to suppress the shock
on her face. “Wait, how…”

“I’m not really that stupid,” said Bob, his face now an evil scowl. “I saw
Julia’s phone records, and I saw your number. I’ve heard that you catch guys and
ruin their lives. Well, it’s not happening to me! I added a little extra
something to your food, to take the edge off.” With that, Bob put down his fork
and got up from the table.

Jennifer knew that things were quickly turning ugly. She tried to get up from
the table, but only fell onto the floor. Her eyes fell upon her purse, sitting
on the coffee table, and instantly cursed herself for leaving it so far away.
Feeling too weak to stand up, she started to crawl towards the purse.

“Now where are you going, little lady?” asked Bob, watching Jennifer struggle.
“I like seeing you on your hands and knees like that.”

Jennifer had a singular focus, fighting through the fog as she crawled towards
the purse. If she could just get her stun gun, she could fight off Bob, subdue
him, and escape. It was so far away, though…

“Oh, going for your little purse, are you?” asked Bob. “Well, we can’t let you
get to that.” Bob started to walk towards Jennifer, but misjudged where the
chair was located, and fell over it. Jennifer had a couple of extra seconds, and
increased the rate of her crawling, clawing her way across the floor towards the
leather purse that contained her potential freedom. She threw her hand up to the
table and just managed to grasp the purse strap when…

“Oh no you don’t!” yelled Bob as he got up and dove on top of Jennifer, knocking
the purse from the table and out of Jennifer’s grasp. She felt a twinge of fear
as her fingers grazed the smooth leather of the purse and it hit the ground, its
contents strewing across the floor.

Jennifer tried to fight back, but it wasn’t working. She was kicking back at
Bob’s heels with her now bare feet, but she was close to losing consciousness,
and he was much bigger than her. She saw the stun gun out of the corner of her
eye and threw out her right hand for it in a clawing motion, her fingers coming
a few inches short of it’s exterior. Her fingers started to spread out,
straining forward, and she let out a groan as she realized that it was barely
too far away. She could feel the strain in her fingers as they were spread out,
and she started to wiggle them slightly to make up some of the difference.

“Can’t reach your little toy,” mocked Bob as he grabbed Jennifer’s wrist and
pulled it away from her goal. “Just go to sleep little one…all will be ok…” As
Bob’s words ran through her mind, Jennifer felt herself slowly drifting into
sleep, her last vision being her fingers just short of the black plastic stun
gun that would have helped her out of this.


Jennifer’s eyes started to open, and her head felt quite heavy, as if she had
awoken from a night of heavy drinking. She knew right away that her situation
had not improved much from earlier in the evening. Why would she think this?

It’s probably because she was chained to a brick wall, standing up. Her wrists
were chained above her, in a spread eagle position, and her torso was chained as
well. The only part that wasn’t chained was her lower body, as her legs and bare
feet were similarly free to move. To add to all of this, she noticed she was in
a jail cell, presumably in the basement.

“Glad to see you’ve woken up,” said Bob, sitting in front of the cell. “Here’s
what’s going to happen; I’m going to run out and meet up with my wife for
dinner. I figure you’re not going anywhere, so I’ll be back in the morning to
collect you.”

“You’re seriously not going to get away with this,” said Jennifer, scowling at
Bob. “People will be looking for me, and they’ll figure out what you’ve done.”

“I don’t think so,” said Bob. “First, no one knows this house is the business;
it’s listed under a fake name. Second, this basement is sound-proof, so your
calls for help will be unheard. Third, your cell phone is upstairs, and I don’t
think you’re getting to it in your condition. And fourth…well, try this on for
size.” With that, Bob unlocked the jail cell, walked up to Jennifer, and
fashioned a handkerchief into a gag. Placing it into her mouth and laughing
maniacally, Bob locked the jail cell, walked upstairs, and closed the door.

Jennifer was furious, and also a bit frightened. How was she going to get out of
this situation? The chains that bound her were made of steel, and it was obvious
that she would not be getting out of it. The gag was just unnecessary; if the
room was truly sound-proof, why even use the gag. Biting down onto it in
frustration, Jennifer felt complete hopelessness.

After some time, Jennifer heard the basement door open and close, and footsteps
come down the stairs. She held her breath, biting hard on the gag as the drool
pooled around her lips. Was it Bob? Was it one of his cohorts? Just as Jennifer
began to lose hope…

It was Cindy! Jennifer felt a huge rush of relief as she saw Cindy sauntering
into the room. “Mmmph! Mmmmph!” she grunted into her gag.

“Jennifer, what the heck happened?” asked Cindy, with a great deal of concern.
“They did this to you?” Jennifer’s furious grunting and nodding indicated that
they did, indeed, do this to her.

“Well, glad we have our plan now, aren’t you?” asked Cindy, with a smile. It
was, after all, her plan, and she was proud of it. “I have your IPhone; I’m
going to try to call the police.” 

“Mmmph! Mmmmph!” groaned Jennifer into her gag. Cindy didn’t understand, but
within a couple of keystrokes, she did.

“Wait, you have a password on this thing?” asked Cindy. “Is there any way you
could signal it to me with your fingers or toes?”

Jennifer shook her head wildly. The password included letters, so it would be
impossible to signal it to Cindy. Then, Jennifer got an idea. She nodded her
head at the phone, then down at her feet. Cindy quickly caught on.

“You want me to toss this to you, so you can hit the keys with your toes?” asked
Cindy. Jennifer furiously nodded her head again. She had used her toes to pick
up things before, and it would be easy enough to hit the touch keys on the
IPhone.

Cindy knelt down by the jail bars, and slid the phone over towards Jennifer’s
feet. It came to a stop a few feet away from Jennifer’s toes; she reached out
her bare feet, and instantly, the two women realized something was wrong. Cindy
hadn’t slid the phone far enough.

“Mmmmph!” grunted Jennifer as she strained, her toes just short of the edge of
the IPhone. She clenched and unclenched her toes, trying to make up some of the
distance.

“Stretch Jennifer!” called out Cindy, trying to be supportive. She felt awful
about her mistake, and hoped that Jennifer could make up for it.

The situation was immensely frustrating to Jennifer; the IPhone that she had in
her grasp so many times before now sat about a quarter inch beyond her long,
slightly chubby, talented toes. She could feel the strain from her hips, down to
her calves, down to her feet. The veins stood out in her feet, and her toes,
slightly spread as she stretched, felt like they could stretch no further. Her
eyes were narrowed, intensely focused on her goal, intensely focused on feeling
the familiar weight and coolness of the IPhone in her grasp. And yet, the IPhone
shimmered just short of her grasp.

Just when all appeared lost, just when it looked like Jennifer would never touch
her trusty IPhone with her toes, and just as Cindy thought she had cost Jennifer
their last chance of freedom…

A group of policemen came down the stairs. It turns out that Julia, worried for
Jennifer’s safety when Bob returned home, had called the police. Bob was put in
custody, and Jennifer was freed from her shackles.