Note: This will hopefully be the last of the split stories. I want to make them longer and in single parts from now on. Let me know if that bothers you so I can try to find a happy middle ground.

The chair squeaked as the mighty woman sitting in it struggled with her rattling chains. Another, larger woman glared down into her eyes and the struggling stopped for the time being.

“Shake your head for no and nod for yes,” Artema said. “Do you understand?”

Farrah nodded frantically. “Ymmph!”

She had been tightly bound to her chair with heavy chains. Two sets of handcuffs locked her wrists behind her back and a thick chain wrapped around her waist, attaching her to the chair and attaching her cuffed wrists to her waist. Another chain wound around her arms from her elbows to her shoulders, keeping them pinned and locked in place. Yet another heavy chain bound her legs just above the knees and leg irons locked each of her ankles together. The chain of that was pulled tight behind the chair by still another chain that locked her manacled ankles to her handcuffs. Her restraints were finished with a huge, black muzzle that stuffed her mouth with a massive rubber ball. The straps of the muzzle wrapped around her chin to keep her jaw shut, her mouth to press the muzzle tight to her face, and her forehead to keep the muzzle in place. Further straps passed over her nose and obscured her vision slightly. One final strap wrapped around her neck to prevent her from turning it too far and it hugged tight like a thick collar.

“Very good,” Artema said. “Now I’m going to ask this question again. And I expect a truthful answer this time.”

Farrah shook her head violently and screamed hysterically.

“Shut up!” Artema leaned down, centimetres from Farrah’s face. “Give me the right answer this time. Are you leaking information about the Agency to Aurora?”

Farrah again shook her head and screamed into the muzzle. “NMMM! MM SMMPHR! MM NMMT THMM LMMK!”

Artema somehow understood her muffled, gagged speech. “You swear? How many times have you said that, Farrah?”

“PLMMPH! MMT’S THMM TMMPH!”

“The truth?”

Artema picked up the chair across from Farrah and threw it across the room. It cracked the thick glass of the two-way mirror in the interrogation room. She got down close to Farrah’s face.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to get out of you for a god damn hour, Farrah!” Artema bellowed.

“PLLMMMMPPH! MMTMMNMMMPH!”

“You damn liar! I know you’re the leak! You hate Jhana as much as I do and yet it’s your god damn information that is helping that witch steer clear of us! You know people’s lives are at stake, Farrah! And you still help her! How does that make you feel?”

“PLMMMPPHHH!” Farrah pleaded, sobbing a bit into her gag.

“I should kill you for this!”

Farrah shook her head again and another muffled, hysterical scream barely escaped the stifling muzzle. A soft voice then spoke over the intercom above the two-way mirror.

“Artema, can I see you for a moment?” It was Lanala.

Artema crossed the room and picked up the chair she had thrown. She slammed it down on the floor in front of Farrah, glaring into her eyes.

“We’ll continue this conversation later.”

Farrah kicked and bucked and screamed into her muzzle as Artema left the room. She was met by the hard eyes of her loving wife immediately after closing the door.

“What has gotten into you?”

“I need her to break and give in, Lanala,” Artema said. “She’s been selling us out to Jhana! The sooner she admits it and tells us how to find her then the sooner I can stop this.”

“And suppose she’s telling the truth, Artema? What then?”

“She’s not.”

“What if she is? You’ve been brutally tormenting the poor woman for almost two hours and she’s still telling you the same thing. Look at her. She’s tough but you’ve made her a wreck. That is not the Artema I know.”

Artema’s eyes softened and she looked into her concerned wife’s eyes. She sighed and shook her head, rubbing her forehead.

“She has to be the leak, Lanala.”

“No. She doesn’t. We know Jhana has her own spies now. It could easily be one of them. They could have bugged us for all we know. Why not try going a little softer on Farrah and ask her more about Aurora. You know. Like an informant?”

“Lanala, we have to stay rough on her. She’s been two-timing us the whole time she’s been with us. I can’t stand playing soft anymore.”

“Then let me play good cop,” Lanala said. “Someone around here has to show a modicum of kindness, don’t you think so?”

Artema sighed and stepped aside. “Fine. If you think she’s telling the truth, prove it. Ask her who the leak is.”

“And if she doesn’t know?”

“If she doesn’t know then I’m coming back in there and doing it my way until she admits what she did.”

Lanala took in a deep breath and opened the door to the interrogation room. At first, Farrah screamed and struggled against her chains but she stopped upon seeing Lanala. They locked eyes and Lanala saw genuine fear in Farrah. It was disheartening to see her darling wife have that effect on someone.

“I need something from you, Farrah. And I need you to speak honestly. I’m going to take the gag off now,” Lanala said, speaking gently. It took her some time to unbuckle the various straps surrounding Farrah’s head. When the rubber ball finally came loose from her mouth, Farrah let out a long breath and stretched her jaw.

“Thank you, Lanala.”

“It’s going to have to go back on again, I’m afraid,” Lanala said. “But it will go back on a lot sooner if you don’t tell me what I need to hear.”

Farrah gasped and cleared her throat. Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming. “Yes. Anything. What do you want to know?”

“We need to know who the leak is. Someone is feeding information to Jhana. If it isn’t you then who is it?”

“It’s not a who,” Farrah said. “Aurora planted a bug in Artema’s office.”

“Aurora was here?”

“Got in and out without anyone seeing her.”

“How?”

“She’s the greatest thief in the world,” Farrah said. “What did you expect?”

“So where is this bug?” Lanala asked.

“All I know is that it’s in Artema’s office. I swear I don’t know anything else.”

Lanala nodded and looked to the two-way mirror behind Farrah. She and Farrah locked eyes again. “Aurora told you she was in here?”

“I asked her about it. She did it for Jhana. I don’t know what she got in return. Aurora keeps so much from me. I think she might suspect that I’m a mole.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I can’t say for sure. It’s more of a gut feeling than anything.”

“Is there anything else we need to know?” Lanala asked.

Farrah nodded. “There’s this ballet dancer. They mayor’s daughter, I think. She’s pretty famous. A few weeks ago, Jhana went to Aurora for help. I stayed out of sight but I heard them talking. Jhana wanted Aurora to kidnap the woman and hand her over to Jhana. I didn’t hear much more than that but I’m pretty sure she’s going to blackmail the mayor and use her daughter for some kind of ransom.”

“Do you know where she’s being held?”

“No, but I do know she was taken from a theatre where other girls have been going missing. I think Aurora has been kidnapping some for herself.”

“Why?”

Farrah shrugged as far as her chains would allow. “I don’t really know. But I think she gets off on it. That might be the only reason. Aurora scares me, Lanala. I think she’s out of her mind.”

“And yet you still work for her and against us.”

Farrah slumped into her bonds. “I didn’t... I mean, she’s not as bad as Jhana. She’s not...”

“She’s a thief and a kidnapper, Farrah. Not as bad is still bad. I know your history. You’ve kidnapped plenty of women yourself. Some are even in this building. But when you took your stand against Jhana I thought you had changed. I thought maybe you would have understood how wrong you’ve been in the past. But it looks like it was me that was wrong.”

“Lanala, I just do what it takes to get by. Just like everyone else.”

“No, not like everyone else. We all have our problems getting by but we aren’t all kidnappers and thieves. That is a choice.”

“Not for me it isn’t.”

Lanala rolled her eyes and stood up. She crossed the room and held the muzzle out in front of her. “I think I’ve heard enough from you.”

“Wait, Lanala please. You don’t have to-mmmph!”

The rubber ball went between Farrah’s teeth once more and Lanala pulled the five head straps tight on the muzzle, keeping Farrah effectively gagged once more.

“Nmmm! Plmmph! Tmmk mmt mmmph!”

“You will be released when it is clear you have no further information for us. Before then, Agent Hunter will brief you on your new responsibilities as an informant for the Weston Agency.”

“Nmm! Wmmt!”

Lanala shut the door behind her with the sound of rattling chains still echoing in her ears from Farrah’s struggles. When she was back out in the hall again, Artema stood with her arms folded and nodded at her.

“You did well in there.”

“Somebody had to talk her down,” Lanala said.

The two of them walked together to the other side of the two-way mirror and watched Farrah grunt and struggle with her unyielding chains.

‘So what about this dancer then?” Artema asked.

“We can’t let Jhana hold her over the mayor’s head. I know she would do anything to get her daughter back.”

“I agree. This needs to be dealt with. Think you can lead a team out to that theatre?”

“We can’t just show up there and start asking questions. It’ll spook Aurora. We’ll need disguises. We show up as dancers and take a look around, see if Aurora shows up, and follow whatever we find to wherever the mayor’s daughter is being held.”

Artema smirked. “Wish I didn’t have Farrah to deal with here. I’d pay to see you in one of those tight leotards, Lanala.”

“Just do me a favour, darling,” Lanala said. “Stop scaring the poor woman. She’s told us the truth. It’s not like you to get so vicious.”

“Isn’t it?”

Lanala shrugged. “In a fight, maybe, but not like that. What you did in there just wasn’t fair.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I guess I lost my temper a bit.”

“A bit?”

Artema folded her arms and scowled. “Very well then, Agent Spark. I’ll have Agent Swift monitor your situation from a mobile station and provide you with the intel you’ll need. Go and assemble your team. I’ll have Gold, Moonlight, and Rune travel with you.”

“Do we really need four of us?”

“This is a high priority target we’re dealing with. She’ll be heavily guarded. Best not to take chances, don’t you agree?”

“I guess so.”

“Good. Now go and ready your team.”

Lanala turned to leave but Artema called her name once more. She stopped and turned back to her wife. “Yes?”

“Be sure to take a selfie of yourself in those little tights,” Artema said with a smile and a wink. Lanala smiled in spite of herself.

“All right. For you, I’ll do it.”

...

Scores of women milled about in the halls of the storied Baillon Theatre in Weston’s vast entertainment district. It seemed dozens of dancers had arrived to audition for an all-female production of the ballet, La Bayadere. It attracted much attention for being controversial among the more traditional ballet critics for having not only an all female cast but none of the dancers were required to wear the traditional tutus, instead only wearing tights and a leotard. So the auditions were quite busy on the day the four agents arrived in disguise. They waited in a long lineup to head out to the stage and perform their auditions.

Lanala sent Artema a picture of herself in her ballet outfit, as she promised. She knew Artema would like the black tank leotard that Lanala had chosen to wear for her ‘audition.’ In the end, Lanala opted not to wear tights, instead showing off the full length of her tanned, shapely legs. Even Lanala herself had to admit that she cut quite a figure in that tight leotard. She managed to turn a few heads in the theatre as she entered, despite the fact that everyone dressed almost the same way. Lanala even felt good wearing it. Everything felt light and airy and with the matching, black ballet shoes it was no wonder that ballet dancers were so nimble and agile.

She heard Meryn growl beside her and tried to stifle a laugh. “Gahh! I hate these damn tights! They’re uncomfortable and I look ridiculous!”

Meryn had been complaining since the first thing that morning. She dressed for the job, of course, but it didn’t make her happy. She sorely missed her ruffled, yellow skirt and the comfortable, loose t-shirt she would usually wear on days like today. But she had to substitute her comfort for this tight, boiling hot leotard and tights. The leotard itself was yellow, Meryn had insisted on the colour, and was different from Lanala’s in that it had short sleeves. But she almost wished she had left her legs bare like Lanala as her strong, curvy legs were trapped in a suffocating hug by the white tights she wore over them. At least her yellow ballet shoes were comfortable.

“Settle down, Meryn. And you don’t look ridiculous. You’re adorable,” Lanala said.

“I am not adorable! Don’t call me things like that!”

“You are adorable,” Luna said from behind her. “But not as adorable as... others.”

Luna cleared her throat and felt her cheeks flush when she nearly let her inner thoughts slip out. As soon as they had all changed, Luna couldn’t keep her eyes off of Mirelle.

Mirelle had opted for the same look as Meryn only her leotard was brown, her tights were bright green and her shoes were a matching brown. Some people would have thought the colours were ridiculous but Luna loved Mirelle’s taste in earthy colours. The fact that the clothing clung tight to Mirelle’s small but voluptuous body gave her... feelings.

Mirelle, in turn, had a hard time keeping her eyes away from Luna. The tall, caramel-skinned beauty looked absolutely divine in her light blue leotard with long sleeves. Her tights matched perfectly and her ballet shoes were a slightly darker blue but the colour was just perfect for Luna. The uniform showed off every gentle curve and every tight, toned muscle on Agent Moonlight’s body. Mirelle was forced to shake her head to snap out of her daydreaming when Lanala asked her a question she didn’t listen to.

“Mirelle?”

“Ahem. Yes?’

“Where were you just now?”

“I was... um... here. Where else would I be?”

Lanala rolled her eyes and sighed. “Nevermind that now. I said, can you check in with Celia? I’m keeping my eyes open for potential targets of Aurora.”

“Right. Will do.”

Mirelle reached to her ear and spoke softly. “Agent Swift, are you there?”

Mirelle’s happy tone reached the dark van outside the theatre, parked across the street in front of an old arcade. Celia sat on a swivel chair in the back of the van and kicked her feet up on the desk in front of her. She flicked the microphone of her headset down to her mouth.

“I read you, Agent Rune. What do you need?”

“Just checking in, Celia,” Mirelle said cheerfully. “Anything to report?”

“All clear so far. Though the crowds would make for the perfect cover for anyone to blend in. Keep your eyes peeled, Mirelle and be careful.”

“Lanala’s on that, don’t you worry. “

“Just remember what I said about the backstage fire exit. It’s unguarded and in the dark behind the building. That has to be where the other girls have gone missing from. Stay sharp, Ellie,” Celia said.

“Always, Lia. You be careful out there,” Mirelle said.

“I’m plenty careful. I’m the one safe and sound in the van, remember?”

“Still, watch your back. You know how Jonas gets when you’re in trouble.”

“Ah, he’s a worry wart. We’ll be fine. The group of you just focus on finding Aurora, all right?”

“Okay, Swift. Take it easy.”

“You too, Rune.”

Celia tapped a button on her headset and cut off the transmission to Mirelle. She kept her eyes fixed on the screens in front of her showing footage of the cameras she had hidden at every entrance to the theatre, including all the fire exits. Mostly people just walked past the theatre or entered through the main doors but there weren’t any faces she recognized.

Before the mission, Celia had pored over a list of files showing her Aurora’s most well known goons. A lot of them were also G.A.G employees working for Jhana. One woman in particular was quite small by her description; smaller than Celia herself even. The woman wore a sort of punk hairstyle, dyed hot pink, with half her head shaved. She had been in and out jail several times and had become renowned for being a brutal and excellent hand-to-hand fighter.

When Celia thought of her, she looked up at the monitor and leaned closer. There was no mistaking her hot pink hair and half shaved head. Aurora was making her move. Before Celia could reach to her headset, however, the back doors to the van were flung open and three people stepped inside. She turned in her chair and a gloved hand immediately covered her mouth. Aurora peered down into her eyes and pulled the headset off of Celia’s head.

“Shhh. Quiet now. It’s all right. The girls and I just want to have a little chat with you. Won’t that be fun?”

“Mmmph!”

“Girls, if you would be so kind.”

Celia tried to fight back but the two women with Aurora were much larger and stronger than she was. Even still, Celia's combat prowess allowed her to at least bloody one of their noses. But with Aurora jumping on her back and holding her down, Celia couldn’t do much else. Her hands were quickly zip tied behind her back and she was pulled to her feet by Aurora.

“I say that’s enough of that. Blindfold her. Can’t have her peeking at where we’re headed,” Aurora said.

A thick cloth was then tied over Celia’s eyes and a strip of duct tape sealed her mouth shut. With the monitors still aglow in the back of the van, Celia was led away into the crowded streets. The women with Aurora flashed fake badges to get people to step aside and put Celia into the back of a black sedan. Aurora climbed in the back with Celia and the car sped off down the street.

A woman with hot pink hair turned her head at the sound and smiled to herself. Now it was just her, Jhana’s hidden agents, and four cute girls from the Agency.

...

With the line moving at a crawl, Meryn was getting antsy and impatient. She paced back and forth in the hallway, her arms folded, and a scowl on her face.

“Damn it, I swear I’m going to plant my fist into that damn thief’s face so hard her great great grandchildren will have a headache!”

“She’s being cautious,” Lanala said. “You would do the same in her position.”

“I’m not a thieving, kidnapping scumbag. But I guess you’re right.”

“I’ve been taking a look at the crowd,” Lanala said, changing the subject. “Aurora has a penchant for smaller women, though she seemed taken with Artema. Even so, her history with Celia, the mayor’s daughter, and the other missing girls indicates that she goes after the shorter ones. And they tend to have darker hair like Celia, too.”

“That doesn’t exactly narrow it down,” Luna said. “You could say that of about half the girls in here.”

“How many are in purple, Luna?” Lanala asked.

Luna scanned the crowd and found that most of the women there were wearing white or black, like Lanala. Slightly fewer wore a peach colour, almost pink. Only a small handful, around four or five, wore purple leotards. Remembering Celia’s report, Aurora had mentioned how much she liked the colour purple. Lanala was right.

“All right. So we keep our eyes on them, see where they go?” Luna asked.

“That’s the plan. Let them wander off alone, tail them and stop the kidnapping before it happens. Then we either capture Aurora or follow her until she leads us back to wherever she’s hiding the mayor’s daughter.”

“Seems simple enough,” Luna said.

Lanala’s eyes drifted back to one of the small women in purple. She ran a hand through her raven hair and fidgeted a bit in place. Suddenly, she broke from the lineup and started wandering away down an adjacent hallway.

“Here we go,” Lanala said. “I’ll follow her. You three, go around to the other side and back me up. Soon as Aurora sees her, she’s going to make her move. Let’s go!”

Before they could start moving, however, the lights of the hallway went out. The building was plunged into darkness and a worried murmur came up in waves among the women in the lineup. A wave of panic arose from them all and they started scrambling for the exits. This trapped the four agents in place and they couldn’t move from their current position.

In the chaos, Lanala felt someone very strong grab her from behind and thrust a heavy cloth into her face. The cloth was odourless but it was wet and its effects were quite rapid. Lanala felt instantly light-headed and realized too late that it must have been a similar compound to the gas that Aurora had used to knock out Artema when she was captured.

Without much strength to fight back, Lanala collapsed into the arms of whoever had crept up behind her. In all of this, the other three women didn’t notice what had happened and within seconds, three more mystery assailants had snuck in behind them and dosed them with the fumes of the potent knockout solution. It took less than half a minute to render all four agents unconscious and at the mercy of their captors.

...

Lanala still felt woozy when she was finally awake. Her eyelids were still very heavy and it took a great effort just to try and force them open. She groaned at the feeling of her head swim and found that her voice was muffled by something. This was accompanied by the sensation of some material clinging tightly to her mouth and jaw.

When Lanala tried to reach up to catch her rolling head, she found that her arms wouldn’t respond to her commands. Her eyelids finally managed to stay open but her vision was still blurry. Two blurry figures stood in front of her but her blurred vision must have been playing tricks on her; they both looked transparent. She could see right through both looming figures that stood in front of her.

With her vision clearing, Lanala finally got a look at her body. She was still wearing her dancer’s outfit but her legs were outstretched in front of her on a soft bed. They were bound at the ankles, knees, and thighs with what looked like thin leather straps. A look at her chest revealed more of the straps around her waist and above and below her breasts, keeping her arms tightly pinned. When she pulled on her wrists, she felt something soft hold them in place. Two leather cuffs had been locked onto her wrists and held in place by a small chain. She also found that her bound wrists were looped through the strap around her waist.

She realized then that she must have been gagged as well. It would explain the muffled sound of her voice. The gag itself was a leather panel with a single strap that wrapped around the back of Lanala’s head. When she bit down her teeth came into contact with something soft yet firm enough to keep her mouth open. It was attached to the panel over her mouth.

The effort of raising her head was difficult but, with her vision clear, Lanala shrank back when she saw the two figures again. She hadn’t been seeing things! There were two women, both large and dressed like ancient viking warriors, standing on either side of the bed, and Lanala could see right through them!

She fought against the tight straps but nothing would let her go. Lanala continued her struggles while the silent spirits watched her from the bedside.

Her surroundings were unfamiliar but, by the looks, Lanala was bound and gagged inside a large hotel suite. The size of the room would put most apartments to shame.

The two spirits were wordless but they kept a constant watch on her bound and gagged form and it chilled Lanala to the bone. She ceased her struggles when the door to her left opened and a woman, corporeal this time, entered the room.

She was pale and her ashen skin had a familiar quality about it. Her hair was long and black. Her bangs were held out of her face by a pair of white sunglasses with purple lenses resting just above her forehead. The outfit she wore accentuated her great many curves and her hips swayed as she walked. A sleeveless, purple top and matching short skirt were accentuated by grey and black stripes. A long, black vest hung loosely from her shoulders and a thin chain hanging from her belt rattled against the buckle. Her heavy, black boots were silenced by the soft carpeting of the hotel suite and she stopped at the end of the bed. Lanala’s eyes opened wide when she finally recognized the confident smirk on her face. Jhana chuckled when she noticed Lanala’s sudden recognition.

“Well well. Just as cute as always, aren’t we Lanala?”

...

When Celia opened her eyes she found that she still couldn’t see. Oh, really? Again? she thought. At least this time the stench of leather didn’t overpower her senses. It was a soft blindfold this time that kept her eyes covered. It felt... comfortable. Of course, Celia didn’t forget how her last capture had made her feel. This time was no exception. Despite the obvious fact that she had been captured again by Aurora, when she pulled on her limbs and they couldn’t move she felt butterflies in her stomach. The excitement of it and the... stimulation. If not for the fact that she was being held by Aurora again then she might be having fun.

Celia tested her bonds and found herself in a similar position to the last time. She was tied to a chair and her wrists were lashed together behind the back of it, as were her elbows, by a soft, comfortable rope that held tightly and wouldn’t allow her any real movement. More of the rope attached her waist to the back of the chair and two more framed her chest and pulled tight against the rope binding her elbows.

The chair was a bit different this time as it was like the armless swivel chair she had been sitting on in the van. So her ankles were bound together and tied to the middle of the chair. Celia tugged her legs a bit and felt two more ropes above and below her knees. She pulled harder and was actually quite disappointed that there was no rope pulling between her legs. It was quite a... powerful sensation the last time Aurora had tied her up.

One last thing Celia thought. She could already feel her jaw being held open by something but she bit down slightly and felt her teeth squish against soft rubber. When she did, she squirmed a bit when some saliva ran down her chin. Oh, damn it. I guess ball gags will do that to you.

“Mmmph!”

A voice. Celia knew she didn’t make that sound. Was there someone else in the room with her.

“Hmlmmph?” Celia said, the ball gag getting in the way of her words.

“Hmmph thmmr?”

It was a woman’s voice, for certain. She sounded young, though not a child’s age. Someone in her late teens, perhaps? A college student? Celia couldn’t know for certain, especially with the blindfold on, but from the sounds of things the woman was quite thoroughly gagged. Celia could only discern then that she was a fellow captive. But she couldn’t understand what the woman was saying.

“Wmmt?”

“Mmm nmmm,” the woman said. “Mmmnnmm mmm?”

Just then, someone pulled off Celia’s blindfold and she blinked a few times at the sudden light filtering into her eyes. In seconds, she saw who it was and the reality of their situation came flooding back to her.

The legendary thief, Aurora, smiled down at her. Celia glared into her dark eyes and growled beneath the ball gag.

“No more fear, little one?” Aurora said. “You must be getting used to this whole bondage thing, hmmm?”

“Lmmt mmgh goggh!” Celia said with a scowl, fighting against the tight ropes.

“Why would I ever do that, sweet dear? You’re such a lovely little package all wrapped up like that. And the best part is,” Aurora stepped aside. “I get two.”

Celia stared across the room where another woman sat, bound in the exact same way as Celia herself. The only difference was the tight wrapping of mircrofoam tape around her mouth and something stuffing her cheeks and making them bulge. The young woman wore a sleeveless dancer’s leotard and ballet shoes. She looked around the room frantically at the sound of Aurora’s voice but a thick, leather blindfold kept her in the dark. With it on, Celia couldn’t know for certain who the other woman was.

“Confused?” Aurora asked. “I’ll give you a hint. A lot of people have been looking for her. Yourself included as it turns out, Agent Swift.”

“Hmmmph!?” the woman questioned, looking around fruitlessly once again.

Dana Celia thought. The mayor’s daughter.

“Dmnnaggh!” Celia said, through her gag.

“Mmmph!” the young woman gasped.

“Oh right you are, my adorable pet,” Aurora said, pinching Celia’s cheek. Celia pulled away from her and struggled uselessly. “Dana Calloway. Daughter of the mayor of Weston, Vera Calloway! And guess who Jhana let look after her? Go on. You’ll never guess!”

Celia just glared at Aurora again and tried to fidget with the ropes binding her wrists. She couldn’t find any knots.

“Oh just look at you struggle away! You really are too cute, my dear.” Celia’s eyes opened wide when Aurora leaned down and kissed the rubber ball in her mouth, closing her own mouth around the purple ball. Celia could do nothing to pull away and simply grunted and mewled into the gag until Aurora stopped.

“Oh, I do hope I get to keep you. You’re ever so much fun. And speaking of fun.” Aurora crossed the room and pulled the blindfold from Dana’s eyes. The mayor’s daughter blinked and shook her head. She and Celia met eyes for the first time and Dana struggled against her tight bonds when she finally saw the evidence with her own eyes; Aurora did indeed have another captive.

Aurora planted a kiss on Dana’s gagged lips all of a sudden and when she stood back up, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a short riding crop. “Let’s get started,” she said with a wink.