Vandark

"**Wake the fuck up, slaves**" With these words you are jolted to consciousness. You open your eyes but see only darkness. [[Cold steely chains]] are binding your hands behind your back, and [[you feel an aching sensation in your knees|kneeling]]. You are drifting back to sleep until an [[icy blast of water| hits]] hits you in the face. (set: $defiance = 0) (set: $route = 0)

The chains binding you force you into a kneeling position. You feel as though you have been kneeling for days. [[You attempt to ignore the soreness.|first]]

You reel from the sting of the icy water and gasp for breath, but you gag as you get a mouthful of leather instead. [["ACCHKHKKKHHPPPPPPTTTTHHHHKKKCCKKCKCPPPPPPPHHHHHKKKKCK"|badboy]] [["♂h YES SIR!"|thankyousir]]

"**Shut the fuck up, [[boy|thankyou1]].**"

"**Good fucking boy.**" [["thank you sir!"|thankyou1]]

Someone violently rips off the leather sack that was over your head, and it takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the dim light. As you regain your senses, you notice the tiled floor, puddles of water, and shower heads on the walls. (if: $route < 1) [Where the hell are you? Just yesterday you were sleeping late, looking at memes, and generally self-quarantining. There's simply no way for you to have suddenly ended up in this hellish experience.] [[Look to the right|leftlook]]

You see a bunch of [[slaves|slavecloth]] kneeling in a line, who, just like you, are soaked head to toe and chained to the ceiling. Unlike you, however, they are looking forward with their chests held high, as if standing at attention. [[Look to the left|rightlook]]

They are clad in eccentric attire--black leather harnesses complete with black leather underwear, accentuating their bulging muscles. You look down and see that you are dressed in a similar fashion. [[You look away from the slaves|leftlook]]

"**Just what the fuck do you think you're looking at, boy?**" [["nothing, sir!"|nextnothign]]

You turn your attention to the tanned, muscle bound [[hunk|hunkclothes]] pacing in front of you and your fellow slaves, brandishing his flog menacingly as he scowls at you. He turns to a [[slave|slavetitusdress]] standing beside him. "**Alpha slave, get them ready.**" "yes, Master." You are first in the line of slaves, so the alpha slave tends to you first. You shudder in dread at the thought of some sinister punishment as the alpha slave walks behind you. The alpha slave bends down. You tense violently in anticipation of imminent violation, until he puts his hands on the chains behind your back and starts to untie them. [[You breathe a sigh of relief as the chains come loose.|sike]]

The intimidating hunk sports a steel-studded leather harness with matching underwear, along with a fully-leather police cap. [[Cowed by his awe-inspiring presence, you quickly turn your head away.|nextnothign]]

Dressed similarly to the rest of you slaves, he also sports a face covering leather mask. [[Turn your attention away from the alpha slave.|nextnothign]]

The alpha slave fastens the chain to a collar around your neck. He proceeds on to the other slaves, taking the chains off and re-attaching them to their collars. He ties the ends of the chains together and hands the lead to the Master, who stands there, *menacingly*. "**Alright boys, on your hands and knees.**" [[Get on you hands and knees|submission1]] [[Stand up|defiance]]

The Master leads you and the slaves like a pack of dogs to a bright, crimson-hued dungeon filled with all manner of [[paraphernalia]]. "**Yeahh, that's it.**" "**Line it up!**" "**Get your ass back there boy!**" "**C'mon, straight line!**" You and the slaves obediently line up in a straight line on the rubber floor, coralled into place like a farmer herding his livestock. That's when you notice something incongruous with the setting--a large studio [[camera|camdetail]]. The Master claps his hand and [[beckons|cmonboy]]. "**C'mon!**"

You quickly [[rise|disobmistake]] to your feet

and a white hot flash of pain swiftly rebukes your defiance as spasms of pain streak through your body. You reel from the strike and look up, and see that the Master has barely moved an inch. Wincing from the strike and overwhelmed by the Master's sheer pressure, you can only grit your teeth as you fall onto your hands and knees. "**I thought so, [[boy|submission1]].**" (set: $defiance += 1)

You and the slaves rise in unison slowly move towards the Master in a clatter of chains. "**[[Take|chainremoval]] the chains off, boys.**"

A standard film camera adorned with a large red fancy "K" on the side. [[You attempt to make sense of what this means, but the Master has plans for you.|submission1]]

The other, more experienced slaves remove each-other's chains while the alpha slave tends to you. As the chains clatter to the ground, the slaves stand back and form a [[circle|formation]] around the Master and stand at attention like some sort of unholy council.

You subconsciously get into position as well. "**Chest up, spread those legs.**" A fellow slave straightens up and adjusts his posture. The master notices that you're standing slightly further back compared to the other slaves. He grasps your forearm and starts pulling you forward. [[Walk forward and join the circle|compliance]] [[Resist|resistcircle]]

"**Good [[boy|circlecomplete]].**"

You attempt to resist, but the Master's powerful grip and rippling muscles [[overcome|compliance]] your feeble protest. (set: $defiance += 1)

As the Master stands back and evaluates the congregation of slaves, he is suddenly drawn to you and walks over. He leans in, hat brim nearly touching your head, and takess a quick sniff. "**Did you jack off in your cell last night while we weren't watching?**" [["no sir!"]]

"//You're fucking lying to me!//" The master grabs your harness and puts himself in your face. [["i, i swear i didn't jack off last night sir--"]]

[["i came in my sleep!"]]

"**Where's Fucking Boy?**" "i...dunno sir." "**//The fuck do you mean you don't know??// You let him run away again, didn't you?**" "no sir." "**Yeah?**" The Master shoves aside alpha slave Titus as he moves toward the offending slave. "**Look at you! Fucking slacking off for the past week! You get soft? //Fuck!//**" "the hell I am! you--" "**//You fucking--//**" The Master charges at the slave and wraps his hand around the unfortunate slave's neck. [[Let the slave get what he deserves]] [[Seize the chance to escape]] (if: $defiance >1) [[[Rise up]]] (else-if: $defiance > 0) [ [[Rise up]]] (else:) []

The slave furiously stuggles as the Master clamps down on his neck with his crushing grip. Just as he seems about to give up, the other slaves rush towards the Master and restrain his arms. Another slave delivers a resounding blow to his abs, knocking off the Master's cap. "hit it, yeah hit it!" "aw yeah, c'mon! c'mon!" "you're not my master!" "**SHIT!**" The Master bellows in agony as the slaves overpower him. You observe from the sidelines as the slaves [[humiliate]] the Master.

Before the Master or the other slaves could react, you make a [[mad dash]] for the exit.

The slave furiously stuggles as the Master clamps down on his neck with his crushing grip. Just as he seems about to give up, you snap. In one swift stroke, you deliver a sucker punch to the small of the Master's back. "**DUAH--!!**" The other slaves, inspired by your audacity, rush at the master and restrain his arms. Another slave delivers a resounding blow to his abs, knocking off the Master's cap. "hit it, yeah hit it!" "aw yeah, c'mon! c'mon!" "you're not my master!" "**SHIT!**" The Master bellows in agony as you slaves overpower him. As the other slaves grapple with him, you look around the dungeon for a way to restrain the Master. An [[object|the object]] catches your eye.

One slave procures a [[Saint Andrew's Cross]] from the back of the dungeon and sets it down behind the Master. The slaves force him down upon the cross, using cord to bind his arms and legs to the cross. Having subdued the master and ensured that he wouldn't be mobile for quite some time, the slaves are confident that the master no longer poses a threat to them. "lets get the fuck out of here, guys." You observe as the other slaves leisurely stroll out of the dungeon. "boys....Boys!" The master croaks [[futilely]] at the departing slaves, who pay him no heed.

A large, wooden X-shaped cross that Saint Andrew was rumored to have been martyred on. [[Return to the spectacle|humiliate]]

To your relief, the Master backs down, but not before delivering a sharp slap to your chest. "**Alpha slave Titus!**" "yes sir!" "**Make sure you strap him up tighter at night so this won't happen again.**" "yes sir!" The Master releases you and once again saunters back into the circle, scowling as he slowly spins to face a [[slave]] across from you.

Finding your way out of this building is harder than you thought. The whole place is windowless, and there are no visible exits. You are just about to give up and find a place to hide when you encounter the Master and [[black out|Second]].

You wait until all the other slaves have left, and make your way towards the master. You kneel down next to him and [[undo]] his bonds.

"i am [[sorry|evaluate]], Master."

You drag the [[Saint Andrew's Cross|Saint Andrew's Cross2]] from the back of the dungeon and set it down behind the Master. The slaves force him down upon the cross, using cord to bind his arms and legs to it. After he is properly secured, you and the slaves step back to admire your handiwork. [["Alright, let's blow a load on him and get outta here"]] Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the master's discarded leather cap on the ground. [[Pick it up]]

You are inexplicably drawn to the cap, as if it was a master calling you for your daily dick flattening at 4PM. As you hold it in your hands, you can just feel the waves of raw, unbridled power rippling off its worn leather surface. You know what to do. [[Place the Helm of Domination upon your crown]]

You and the slaves assemble around the master as if to manifest some manner of unholy summoning ritual. You can feel the mana gathering in your stave, and your furious ministrations only serve to intensify the pent up pressure. At last, after five agonizingly long minutes, your concentrated power [[bursts]] forth.

and in a blinding flash of light you find yourself at your desk, sitting before your computer, having read the plot of //House of Detention//, a hardcore gay bondage film featuring acclaimed actor, director, and Twitch streamer Van Darkholme.

Your fingers closed over the leather crown and you lifted it slowly, reverently, and then, closing your eyes, you [[lowered]] it onto your head.

But there was no struggle. Only a blending, a melding. All around you, the slaves continued to coom. You were only barely aware of it. Your eyes darted rapidly back and forth beneath your closed lids. Your lips moved. You spoke. We...[[spoke]].

“Now...we are one.”

You are suddenly galvanized, your body tensing as you feel the essence of the Bitch King enter you. It pierced your heart, stopped your breath, shivered along your veins, icy, powerful, crashing through you like a tidal wave. Your eyes were closed, but you saw, you saw so much—all that Van Darkholme, the bondage master, had known, all he had seen, had done. For a moment, you feared you would be overwhelmed by it all, that in the end, the Bitch King had tricked you into coming here so that he could place his essence in a fresh new body. You braced yourself for a [[battle]] for control, with your body as the prize.

You give the chains a few experimental tugs, but they do not give. They seem to be attached to the ceiling. [[You return your attention to your plight.|first]]

A quick survey of the dungeon's equipment sends chills down your spine. You spot numerous iron racks and piles of torture chairs, all draped in lengths of chain. Adult toys spill out from mountains of boxes emblazoned with fancy red "K"s. Behind these paraphernalia you can make out what seems to be a crucifix, and, most disturbingly, [[a man trapped under a suction tarp wrapped tight to his body, sustained by only a rubber breathing tube]]. [[You can no longer bear to look at this unsettling scene|submission1]] (Set: $cross = 1)

Like Han Solo, but naked [[Return to the scene|paraphernalia]]

A large, wooden X-shaped cross that Saint Andrew was rumored to have been martyred on. [[Return to the task at hand|the object]]

"**That was some nice improv, but I think you were lacking in assertiveness. After all, we didn't fly you, the greatest switch in the east, out here for nothing! Let's have [[another|Second]] take with your A-game going.**"

"**Wake the fuck up, slaves**" With these words you are jolted to consciousness. You open your eyes but see only darkness. [[Cold steely chains|chains1]] are binding your hands behind your back, and [[you feel an aching sensation in your knees|kneeling2]]. You are drifting back to sleep until an [[icy blast of water| hits]] hits you in the face. (set: $route = 1)

You give the chains a few experimental tugs, but they do not give. They seem to be attached to the ceiling. [[You return your attention to your plight.|Second]]

The chains binding you force you into a kneeling position. You feel as though you have been kneeling for days. [[You attempt to ignore the soreness.|Second]]