Vanessa had been with the company for nearly six months. After graduation from the University of Southern California, she had worked as a flight attendant with a major international airline for three years. As she flew primarily on the Asian routes to Japan and China, she had been able to develop her language skills in Japanese, Mandarin and Cantonese. Being partly Latina, she did speak some Spanish but there wasn’t a lot of call for that on the flights. It was her Asian language skills that helped to land a fabulous job at Matsuda.

She was a beautiful 25-year-old brunette with long, thick hair, brown eyes and the slightly darker skin that came from her Latino blood. She was five feet five inches tall, weighed 128 pounds and had a nearly perfect 36-26-36 figure. She looked stunning in her company uniform, light purple blouse, gray skirt and black leather pumps.

Vanessa stepped into the elevator and pushed the P3 button to the parkade level where she had parked her car. The number did not light up and she pushed it again. It still did not light up and she pushed the P2 and P4 buttons to see if they would work. She started to get nervous since she was apparently the only person left on her floor, if not the whole building. She pushed P3 again and, although it did not light up, the elevator began to move.

When the elevator doors opened, though, she stepped out and noticed that she was not on her parkade level. Instead, the doors opened into a lobby with glass doors. On the other side, there was a long hallway with numerous heavy metal doors along both sides, doors to airlocks. She turned to step back into the elevator and the doors had already closed. She was unable to find a call button to get them to open again. She walked over to the glass doors and saw the sign that was etched into the glass, “RESTRICTED AREA – UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY WILL BE SEVERELY DEALT WITH”. She turned to the elevator again but she could not find a button to call for the elevator. She was stuck in the lobby between the elevator and the glass doors.

Vanessa decided that she should try to get through the glass doors into the long hallway and try to find a way out to get to her car. If she got caught in there, she could simply explain that the elevator went to the wrong floor, she couldn’t get back in after the doors closed and she was only looking for a way out of the building. The glass doors would not budge. They were like a solid wall of thick glass. Then she noticed the identification panel on the wall beside the doors. She knew she wasn’t authorized to be there but she had no choice. She tried her identification card in the card reader and a female voice instructed her to look into the screen for a retinal scan. The glass doors opened. She stepped into the hallway.

She had heard there were secret areas either below or close to the Matsuda campus. She knew, of course, that a great deal of scientific research and development took place in the various Matsuda facilities around the world and she thought that this must be one of those areas. She looked into several of the airlock doors as she made her way along the hallway but the chambers within all of them were dark and she couldn’t see anything. With the steel walls and the heavy steel doors, this area had a very futuristic atmosphere. She wondered what kind of work was done in this facility which was clearly underground and well below the parkade where she had parked her car.

As she walked along, she noticed that one of the airlock doors was slightly open. She wondered if she should look inside the chamber or keep going to any elevator or stairs going back up to the parkade. As it was, her curiosity got the best of her. She didn’t think there would be any harm in taking a look since there was nobody around anyway. She craned her neck to peek through the door into the chamber. She could tell that there was a chrome and stainless steel machine inside the chamber but she couldn’t make out what it was. She stepped through the door into the airlock and then through the second steel door which was also open.

Vanessa’s mouth opened wide in amazement as the lights in the chamber automatically turned on. They were activated as she entered. In the center of the room stood an ultra-modern version of the guillotine. The razor-sharp blade was held some ten feet from the ground between two vertical metal posts and held in place by electro-magnetic locks. There was a half-round shiny metal bascule mounted on a hydraulic movement system that would hold the victim in place. It was equipped with metal restraints for the neck, body and ankles. Nearby, perhaps eight feet away from the device, was a control console with a number of switches, dials and gauges, as well as a comfortable red leather chair and a small table on the side opposite the console.

She looked out of the doors of the airlock into the hallway and there was nobody to be seen. She was quite alone. Wanting to take a closer look at the terrible machine, she put her purse and her cell phone on the steel table near the door. She noticed the while high-heel shoes on the other end of the table with at least six inch heels. Quietly, she took off her shoes and left them near the table as she didn’t want to make any noise. She shuddered as she felt the cold granite floor against the soles of her feet. She looked out of the door again to be sure she was alone.

Vanessa slowly, almost stealthily, approached the machine. She looked up at the blade and ran her fingers along the vertical steel posts. She ran her fingers along the cold metal sides of the bascule, closing her eyes and trying to imagine what it would feel like to be in there. She tried to open the restraints with her hands and noticed they were locked in place on the right side of the bascule. She could hardly breathe.

She looked out of the door again and quietly walked back to the leather chair and the console. Like a naughty child doing something that was not allowed, she could feel the tingle in the back of her neck. One of the switches on the console was titled bascule loading position. A knob beside it indicated bascule loading time 1 minute and she realized it could be set to different times. She moved the switch to the on position. Suddenly the hydraulics below the bascule came to life and the far end of the bascule began to lower toward the floor as the bascule was raised to its vertical loading position. As it moved, the restraints for the neck, body and ankles began to open. She walked over to the device and again ran her fingers along the metal side and felt the cold steel middle portion with the palm of her hand. Suddenly, the restraints began to close. She watched with interest as they locked into the bascule which then lifted back into its horizontal position. She was amazed at the silent operation of the hydraulics.

“Oh, my God,” she thought, as she touched her crotch with her right hand, her nipples already hard and swollen, “that is so exciting!”

Vanessa returned to the console and turned the bascule loading time knob to ten minutes. Seeing that was possible, she returned to the airlock doors, took another look down the hallway in both directions, and quietly closed the doors, first the outer door and then the inner door. She moved the loading switch to the on position and watched with fascination as the bascule again returned to the vertical loading position. She stepped over to the bascule.

Carefully, she placed her left ankle against the fixed half of the ankle restraint. She then placed her right ankle in the other. Looking around, she leaned forward and placed her neck in the half round neck restraint. She massaged her breasts with one hand and her swelling clitoris with the other. She started to become sexually aroused. She stepped out of the bascule and returned to the red leather chair. Sitting in the chair, she continued to massage her breasts and rub her clitoris as she tried to masturbate. The restraints of the bascule closed and it again returned to its horizontal position.

Vanessa was getting more and more aroused. She took off her blouse and skirt. Wearing only her underwear, a sexy white garment that incorporated a bra and panties with a collar around her neck in one piece, she sat down in the red leather chair. She again moved the loading switch to the on position and changed the loading time to two minutes. She watched with both excitement and trepidation as the bascule again moved to the vertical position. She rolled her nipples between the thumb and fingers of her left hand and rubbed her clitoris with those of the right, reaching beneath her undergarment. She was getting hotter and hotter by the time the bascule again moved into the horizontal position. She could feel an orgasm coming as she watched the bascule. Then at last, at the very moment the bascule locked into the execution position, Vanessa had a powerful orgasm.

She sat in the chair for several minutes as her climax subsided and she recovered her breath. Once again, she stepped over to the machine and stroked the side and the bottom of the metal bascule with the tips of her fingers. Every time she thought she wanted to be in the bascule, if only to see what it felt like, her eyes moved up toward the terrible razor-sharp blade. Should she or shouldn’t she, she wondered, thinking she would really be tempting fate. She knew that she could set the loading time to ten minutes, though, and she would have to be sure to get out by that time.

Vanessa couldn’t restrain herself. She simply had to see what it felt like to be in that bascule. She so wanted to feel her body against the cold steel of the device, her neck and ankles in the half rings of the restraints. She was sopping wet inside thinking about it. She looked up at the blade once more and then she stepped over to the table to put on the white high-heel shoes. To her surprise they fit perfectly. She again sat in the red leather chair.

She set the timing control to ten minutes loading time and placed her index finger against the loading switch. Wow, she thought, I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s a good thing there’s nobody around. She closed her eyes and held her breath as she pushed the loading switch to its on position. She got up from the chair and watched breathlessly, her finger in her mouth, as the bascule moved to its loading position and the metal restraints opened.

Once the bascule was in its vertical loading position, Vanessa took one more look at the machine and stepped into the semicircular device. First, she put her ankles into the cold steel half circles of the ankle restraint. She then put her neck in the lunette of the neck restraint pushing her breasts and the front of her body against the bascule. Although it was tight along the sides, she wiggled her hips and was able to get her right hand in front of her abdomen to reach her clitoris and masturbate again. She soon felt another orgasm coming. Suddenly, though, she felt the cold metal of the restraints close behind her neck, back and ankles. She tried to get out of the bascule but all she managed to do was free her right arm which, like her left arm, was now tightly held by her side.

Vanessa tried to struggle against the cold metal restraints which had locked into the side of the bascule with a metallic click. A heavy metal bar with an opposing lunette had closed around the back of her neck so tightly she could hardly turn her head. A metal bar across her back behind her elbows ensured that she couldn’t even bend her arms and kept them firmly pinioned to her sides. The ankle restraints kept her legs perfectly in place and slightly apart. All she could do was stand there in the bascule and wait.

“Intruder detected,” said the female voice of the computer, “unauthorized entry. Loading will commence in ten minutes.”

“Help,” cried Vanessa, “I’m not an intruder! I work here! Please release me.”

Vanessa knew the computer could not hear her and she knew there was nobody left in the building other than the security people many floors above. She continued to call for help and to plead with the computer. In her heart she knew, though, that she wasn’t going to be found until after the long weekend. She tried to squirm and struggle but she knew that was useless. She felt the bascule start to move, lifting her off her feet and turning to the horizontal position.

“My God, please somebody help me,” she screamed as she felt herself lifted higher and higher from the floor and her head lowering to the horizontal execution position of the guillotine. There was no response. She then realized that the chamber was soundproof because of the heavy double steel doors of the airlock. She saw the catch basked of the guillotine coming closer and closer as the bascule lowered itself into place. Then the bascule stopped and she heard the metallic click of the locks that would hold it in the execution position.

“Execution in thirty minutes,” said the female voice of the computer.

Vanessa continued to call for help and even to talk to the computer. She looked around from her helpless position. She could see the table with her cell phone and her purse ten feet to her left. She saw the chute and the catch basin directly below her face. She saw the granite floor and her black shoes over by the table. She tried to turn her head to see the blade above her but it was impossible to turn her head that far. All she could do was lie helplessly on her stomach unable to move even the slightest as she awaited the inevitable. Vanessa started to cry, her tears rolling down her cheeks, falling into the metal chute and flowing into the catch basin.

Vanessa heard the activation of the electro-magnetic locks high above her as they released the blade. Vanessa screamed.

The blade stopped at the very back of her neck drawing only a droplet of blood. Suddenly, she heard a male voice.

“That is how your sister, Sabrina, felt when she was here,” said the man, as he wiped her blood with his finger and put it in his mouth, “and your blood tastes even better than hers.”

“Oh, my God,” cried Vanessa, her tears still dripping into the chute below her face, ‘why did you do this to me? I was so scared!”

“You have been told, I believe, that there are numerous areas on this campus you are not allowed to enter,” he said, wiping her tears from her face and tasting another droplet of her blood, “and the doors into this section were clearly marked as a restricted area, were they not?”

“Yes,” she stammered, “but I couldn’t get back into the elevator after it opened on the wrong floor and there was no other way to go!”

“I see,” he continued, noticing that she had pissed herself, “and you just happened to enter this chamber as you were looking for a way out down the hall.”

“No, not exactly,” she explained, “I was curious when I saw the open doors and the gleaming metal machine inside.”

“So you entered this chamber,” he went on, stroking her hair, “carefully and thoroughly examined my equipment, masturbated in my leather chair and nearly killed yourself. Is that correct?”

“Yes, sir, it is,” she admitted, realizing he had seen everything, “and you set me up for this, didn’t you?”

“After some careful planning,’ he told her, “I lured you here and, once here, you played my game to perfection. Now, I think I should release you from your present predicament but I still think some punishment for entering a restricted area is in order.”

“Oh, please,” she pleaded, “haven’t you punished me enough? I thought I was going to die! I’m still shaking!”

The man stepped over to the red leather chair and sat down. He reached to the control panel and pushed a switch to retract the blade and lock it back in its place. He then pushed the loading switch to the on position and the bascule moved Vanessa back into the standing position where the restraints released her. He steadied her as she stepped back out of the bascule. The man picked up Vanessa’s belongings and the white high-heels she had removed.

“You’re a mess,” he said, handing her a robe, “come with me. I’ll take you to a shower and get you some clean clothes.”

“Who are you,” she asked.

“I am Yasuhiro Shimada, the owner of Matsuda Industries,” he told her.

“But you are not Japanese,” she observed.

“No,” he replied, “I am not.”

An automatic door slid open in one of the walls and he led her inside. There were a shower, a sunken bath, a vanity and other facilities including a table with leather wrist and ankle restraints attached by chains to its legs. On one side of the table, Vanessa saw a stunning little black dress, bra, panties, fishnet stockings, high-heeled shoes and diamond jewelry. On the other side she saw her uniform, underwear, shoes and purse along with a flexible bamboo cane.

“You may take a shower and clean yourself,” he said, “and perhaps give some thought to the rest of the night. I will wait for you in the adjoining room. If you come out wearing that little black dress, fishnet stockings, high heels and jewelry on that table, we will go to my estate for dinner and spend the night there together. If you come out wearing your uniform, I will strap you face-down on this table and give the sole of each of your pretty feet one hundred strokes of that bamboo cane – you’ll spend the rest of the long weekend going around your condo on all fours – as punishment for entering one of my most restricted areas. You have one hour and the choice is yours.”