When Elyn awoke, she found that everything was still black. She could feel a soft cloth pressed tight to her eyes to keep her completely blind. That’s funny she thought to herself. I don’t remember tying myself up.

Indeed, she was correct, and Elyn quickly figured that out when she realized that she was within a small, enclosed space and felt movement. The floor jerked beneath her a bit and she realized then that she had to be in a car trunk.

“Hmmmph,” she said to herself.

Well, at least I’ve been gagged. Time to enjoy myself I suppose.

Elyn hadn’t been tied up with much. Moving her mouth up and down she felt a tight wrapping of duct tape sealing her lips shut. Stretching her arms, she felt more duct tape pull against her bare arms and red tank top above and below her breasts. Yet more tape bound her wrists behind her back in a crossed position. Her shapely legs had been bound at the ankles and knees with more of the tape and obviously some sort of cloth had been wrapped around her eyes before she had been stuffed into the trunk of the car.

Now who could have done this to me? Aurora? No, this isn’t her style. And I would have seen Jhana coming. So who could it be?

Elyn ruminated on her thoughts, shuffling a bit in her bonds. She realized she was still wearing her tight, black short shorts and red flats. The outfit was rather a casual one but Elyn’s intent had been to get in some good exercise at the gym that day before heading home and enjoying a bit of self bondage. Only someone had beaten her to the punch and she obviously wouldn’t get the chance to work out that day.

Thinking back, Elyn remembered seeing a gorgeous woman staring at her as she walked into the gym. Elyn had stopped to chat to the woman on the way in, wondering what it was she had been staring at.

When they met eyes, Elyn was intrigued by the sharpness of the woman’s hazel eyes and marvelled at her fabulous long, raven hair. The woman herself remarked upon Elyn’s own short, orange hair with its beautiful long bangs and her soft, red eyes.

Feeling rather in a good mood that day, Elyn maybe flirted with the woman a little bit, complimenting her on her own gorgeous hair and even flashing her a wink as they parted ways.

The woman had been dressed rather similarly to Elyn only she wore all black, including her low cut running shoes. The woman sported a perfect tan and, though shorter than Elyn, was impressively built and cut an absolutely stunning figure. Elyn caught herself staring back at the woman as she walked away.

From there, her memory was nothing but black. She had nothing but a blank between checking out the beautiful woman and being taped up in a car trunk. Elyn then remembered the devious grin the woman had worn and the strange words she had spoken.

“You’d make a perfect movie star,” she said before abruptly walking away.

I should have known Elyn thought to herself. I must be in her trunk.

Elyn smiled beneath the gag and shook her head. The woman had flirted back rather strangely after all, speaking to Elyn’s perfect ‘model’ figure and she could make a lot of money in a modelling career or starring in ‘internet home videos.’

So that’s what she must want. But I suppose I will have to see.

Elyn felt the car come to a slow stop and heard a large garage door shut from somewhere outside. She struggled in her bonds, more out of excitement than anything else, and groaned into her gag. The trunk popped open and the blindfold was plucked from Elyn’s eyes.

Her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the garage around her as she stared at the blurry figure looming above her. When Elyn’s vision cleared, she saw the familiar face of the beautiful woman she had flirted with outside the gym.

She smirked beneath the gag. “Hmmph,” she said.

“Nice to see those eyes again,” the woman said. “Now, how about I show you around?”

Elyn shrugged as far as the tape would allow as the woman cut her legs free and removed the tape, helping Elyn to her feet.

“Welcome to my lair,” she said. “You and I are going to have such fun together.”

“Cmmt wmmt,” Elyn said into her gag as she was led toward a staircase and helped down toward a dark hallway. Something about the gentle way the woman handled her made her believe that she was not going to be harmed. Still, it was not exactly a good or legal way to have fun with someone. But, despite the kidnapping, Elyn had the sense that she would be in for quite a good time.

...

Elyn simply could not keep her eyes off the gorgeous woman who was taping up her legs just above the knees and at the ankles.

She was laying on the floor, on top of a soft mattress, and watched the gentle yet firm way the woman worked the duct tape. Her arms and wrists had not been freed since she had been brought down to this softly lit basement and her gag had yet to be removed.

Now with her legs taped up, the woman stepped back and admired Elyn for a moment.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” she said. “I wish I’d met you sooner.”

“Hmmph?”

“Why, you ask? Well, I don’t know that I’ve ever had a model quite so stunning and... happy with her situation.”

Elyn nodded. So she does this with other women then?

The woman stepped back to a camera on a tripod, the lens pointed right at Elyn, and adjusted it slightly back and forth.

“I don’t hurt people,” the woman said rather plainly. “I just have a... craving. And the way I do it isn’t exactly what you’d call legal.”

Elyn rolled her eyes. No kidding she thought to herself.

“All I want, you see, is to watch beautiful women tied up and gagged. I love to watch them escape, or at least try, and I... invite them here to do it. I have countless recordings, all just for me, so I can watch them again and again. But nothing compares to seeing it happen in reality. And now that’s where you come in, gorgeous.”

Elyn chuckled beneath her gag. Try the internet, lady.

“Show yourself off for the camera,” the woman continued. “Flirt with it. Just like you did with me, remember? And try as hard as you can to escape that tape. After, oh, I don’t know, an hour? Maybe two or three? If you haven’t escaped, I’ll untie you and we can try a new tie and maybe a nice sexy outfit. Not that yours isn’t sexy, dear, but I like variety. Now, when I say go, give us a good struggle. Got it?”

Elyn smirked again. She couldn’t help but be amused by the whole situation. There wasn’t much reason to do what this woman said but, with her in the tight duct tape and unable to escape, there weren’t many options. And the only way to get this woman to let her go would be to indulge her simple demands. Besides, Elyn’s love of bondage compelled her to want to struggle anyway. At least this will be fun.

“Mmm hmmmm,” Elyn said, nodding. Her eyes smiled when she thought of her exciting bondage.

“Oh that was so cute,” the woman said. “Do more of that. All right. Go!”

Elyn put on her best determined face and struggled hard against the duct tape. She kicked and bucked and thrashed but the tape still held on. Not that she was really trying to escape anyway but it was a rather convincing performance.

The woman stepped back from the camera, periodically checking the camera to make sure Elyn was still in the shot. But she stared and smiled, watching the impressive struggle performance for quite some time.

Elyn broke out into a sweat and had to take short breaks to catch her breath but she was loving every second of the struggle. She wasn’t sure she could break free even if she wanted to but that didn’t matter. This whole thing was just too much fun for her to care about escaping.

After just over two hours of struggling, the woman got up from her chair and stopped the recording. She checked the camera while Elyn rested and grinned wide at the footage she had taken.

“Simply stunning,” she said. “Almost wish I could sell this. Bet I’d make a ton of money if I started a bondage website with you as my star model. But, alas, my pleasure is a tad more of a dangerous game. I believe they call it the ‘thrill of the hunt’ in some circles. Now, allow me to assist you.”

The woman stepped forward and cut the tape off of Elyn’s legs, this time also removing her gag. She left Elyn’s arms bound for the moment, however.

“Listen, this has been fun,” Elyn said. “And you could have just asked. No need for the kidnapping and everything, you know?”

“No need for you perhaps,” the woman said. “But you recall what I just said, correct? I love the thrill of the hunt.”

“Yeah, the ‘hunt’ is pretty damn illegal. I like that you don’t hurt people but you probably scared a fair few women doing this.”

The woman sighed. “Maybe. But they are always returned to their lives after a few hours spent entertaining me. And you’re one of the few to actually enjoy it.”

Elyn shrugged into her bonds. “I might enjoy it but what would you do if I didn’t? How would you get me to comply with your demands?”

The woman said nothing and reached behind her back, pulling out a small revolver and holding it up in her hand. “It’s not loaded,” the woman said. “But the threat is enough to make them listen to me.”

Elyn chuckled. “Have you never tried the internet? You could do this all legally if you just joined a bondage site, or started one of your own like you said. Maybe get some money together, hire a few models, and do the whole role play thing. Do it all for pretend. Hell, if you like ‘the hunt’ then you could even just role play the whole kidnapping thing. I’m all for bondage play but it’s got to be legal and consensual, you know?”

The woman smiled sweetly at Elyn. “You’re a smart woman. And far more kindhearted than I expected. But I’m afraid your suggestion just isn’t exciting enough for me. I’m still not hurting anyone, right?”

Elyn shook her head. “You still can’t just threaten and kidnap people. You’ve clearly got a moral code and you know what you’re doing is wrong. Why not draw the line a little further back?”

It was the kidnapper’s turn to chuckle. “I do like you. You’re a real sweetheart. Even with that sexy, smoky voice. Tell you what. You keep modelling for me for the next few hours and I’ll consider your proposal when I drop you back off at home. Sound like a deal?”

“Do you even know where my home is?”

The woman’s grin widened and a devious look entered her eyes. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Agent Firebrand.”

Elyn smiled back. “I suppose you have. Very well then. Now, about this sexy outfit...”

...

Hogtied on the mattress this time, Elyn simply adored the outfit her captor had given her to wear. It was an all black tennis outfit with a very short skirt and a tight tank top. Elyn also wore bright white tennis shoes and a white visor to really help her look the part.

The outfit was comfortable and Elyn loved the way she looked in it. She was a bit jealous of the kidnapper, who got to see what she looked like tied up in the outfit, but she was enjoying the struggling too much to care.

Soft, white rope encircled Elyn’s body in a tight embrace. Her elegant and toned legs had been tied together at the ankles, and above and below the knees. Elyn’s wrists were bound behind her back and her arms were pinned to her sides by yet more rope that framed her breasts and made her wish all the more that she could see herself. Not that she could say much with a small, wadded up cloth in her mouth and a silky, white cloth tightly covering her mouth and tied off behind her head. The gag was comfortable yet effective at keeping Elyn unintelligible and quiet.

“Mmmmph! Hmmmph!” Elyn grunted and groaned as she fought against the ropes, not really trying, but still putting on a show for her kidnapper’s camera. The woman had been kind enough for a kidnapper and had even given Elyn privacy after picking out her outfit for the next ‘shoot’, as she had called it.

The rope cinched between Elyn’s ankles, wrists, and arms only pulled tighter when Elyn would kick her legs or wriggle her torso but it held firm. Despite not really trying, Elyn had worked up a sweat in the struggle and could only imagine what the videos would look like. She would have to consider asking her kidnapper for copies of each one.

Elyn bucked and writhed against her unyielding bonds and struggled to her side, looking right into the camera. She furrowed her brow, scrunched up her nose, and growled into her gag, thrashing against the tight ropes.

“Mmmtmmm mmm!” she said, feigning frustration. “Mmmmph! Lmmt mm gmmm!”

She heard the woman chuckle from her seat behind the camera. “You’re a good actress,” she said. “I could almost believe that you didn’t enjoy this.”

Elyn growled into her gag again, rolling onto her stomach. She desperately kicked her legs and pulled her wrists against the strong ropes that held her, knowing that the act really did nothing to help her escape. The woman was right, however. Elyn had plenty of practice in shooting her own self bondage videos and struggling for her own camera. She had gotten quite good at playing the indignant captive but, in truth, she loved every last second of the experience.

She locked eyes for a moment with her beautiful captor and noticed a genuine, sweet smile cross her lips. Elyn smirked beneath her gag and flashed a wink toward the kidnapper before continuing her struggle.

The woman couldn’t wipe the smile from her face as she watched the gorgeous agent helplessly fight her tight bonds. She had kidnapped very few women who had actually enjoyed the experience but never before had she run into someone like Elyn. Agent Firebrand was a unique and unusual woman and certainly proved to love bondage perhaps even more than the kidnapper herself.

She found that she couldn’t get Elyn out of her mind. It was as though Elyn had planted herself there and the kidnapper had a sort of strange feeling like it was Elyn who had control of this situation and not her. But how could that be? Elyn was the bound and gagged captive right now, unable to escape her bondage. And yet there was a nagging doubt in the back of the woman’s mind that Elyn could easily turn things the other way but this was how Elyn wanted it to go.

The woman continued filming her tied up captive for another hour, still unable to keep the smile from her face. Elyn struggled and squirmed in her hogtie, moaning and grunting into her tight gag but she made no progress toward freedom. In her struggles, the already short tennis skirt had ridden up and showed off all of Elyn’s strong and beautiful legs. The kidnapper had a hard time stopping the video, staring at Elyn’s legs and watched the elegant struggle of a woman who knew how to put on a show.

Finally, however, the woman snapped back to reality and stopped the recording, letting Elyn slump into her bonds and rest.

“You’re amazing,” the kidnapper said. “Where have you been all my life?”

Elyn giggled beneath her gag and winked at her captor again. “Hmmmmpphh...” she sighed.

The woman knelt down into Elyn’s face and removed her gag. She untied the rope connecting Elyn’s ankles to the rest of her body and Elyn sighed with relief.

“Thanks,” Elyn said. “That was fun but I was getting tired.”

“I can only imagine,” the woman said. “We really should do this again sometime.”

Elyn rolled onto her back, still trying to catch her breath, and looked up at her captor with pleading eyes. “Awww, are we done already?”

The kidnapper felt her mind invaded with thoughts of Elyn again and wanted desperately to see her tied up even longer.

“We don’t have to be. But I don’t want your Agency getting word of you being missing and coming after me. That leader of yours is... impressive.”

Elyn smirked. “Oh, is the poor little kidnapper afraid of big, bad Artema?”

The woman said nothing and proceeded to untie Elyn’s legs. Elyn’s smirk widened into a cocky grin. “You are afraid of her, aren’t you? Can’t say I blame you. Especially with you being a kidnapper and everything. You’re exactly the type that should be afraid of her. And Meryn. And Taria, come to think of it. If they were to find out I was gone you would be in a world of trouble, my pretty.”

The woman sighed. “That’s exactly the point. Which is why I propose one more shoot. A quick one, for both our sakes. Neither of us wants this to end but I still have to look after my own interests. You understand, don’t you?”

Elyn nodded. “Of course. What did you have in mind?”

The woman grinned wide. “I caught a glimpse of those hot red panties under that skirt. What say we do a lingerie tie? I tie you to that lovely cushioned chair over there and give you a nice, matching gag and then you can struggle for me again in nothing but that cute underwear. How does that sound?”

Elyn allowed her lips to curl into her cocky smirk yet again. “You saucy girl, you,” she said. “That sounds like a lovely idea.”

“Marvellous,” the woman said. “Let’s get you ready.”

...

Yet again, the thoughts of Elyn would not leave the woman’s mind. She made for one very captivating captive. Elyn grunted and pulled hard against the ropes that bound her to the chair, all while looking directly into the woman’s eyes as though staring through her.

Elyn wore nothing but her lacy red bra and panties and was heavily bound to a black, cushioned folding chair. Her wrists were crossed and bound behind the back of the chair and further lashed to it with a thick wrapping of silky, black rope that wound around her waist. Her chest was framed perfectly and delicately by more of the rope that also rightly pinned her arms to her sides. More rope even bound her at the elbows to further restrict movement. Her perfect legs had been bound together at the ankles, calves, above and below the knees, and higher up on her elegant thighs. The final bits of rope pulled her ankles back and forced her onto her tiptoes, attaching to her wrists which were, in turn, tied to her bound arms. Topping it all off was a soft, black cloth pulled between Elyn’s teeth and then a beautiful, red satin scarf pulled tightly over Elyn’s mouth and nose.

All in all she felt comfortable yet perfectly restricted. None of the knots were within reach, not that she was really trying to escape, and everything just seemed to pull tighter the more she struggled. But her excitement wouldn’t die down and, despite not wearing much, Elyn still broke out into a bit of a sweat as she fought her bonds.

The woman stepped forward and checked the viewfinder of her camera. In that moment, Elyn stared directly into the lens and screamed into her gag.

“MMMMPPPHHH! MMMTMMM MMM! LMMMT MM GMMM! HLLMMMPPP!”

The woman smiled even wider at the feigned distress in Elyn’s voice. She really is good at this she thought to herself.

I know I am a smoky voice said inside her mind.

The woman stood up straight and met Elyn’s beautiful, red eyes again. With a devious look and a wide smile beneath her gag, Elyn continued her helpless struggles. Her captor furrowed her brow.

“Did... did you just speak to me?”

Elyn pretended she didn’t hear her and kept on struggling, still staring into the woman’s soul with her wild eyes.

Staying out of the shot, the kidnapper crept closer to Elyn and held her intense gaze. She couldn’t help but think of all the ways she wanted to see Elyn bound and gagged.

Naughty girl said the smoky voice again. As much as I would love to stay you did say you would let me go. I wouldn’t mind getting back home to my friends.

Not speaking this time, the kidnapper smiled and kept her gaze fixed upon Elyn’s.

So you did speak to me she thought. How did you do that?

I’m a woman of mystery Elyn’s voice said in her mind. As are you, my dear. Of course, not such a mystery now, are you?

Have you been reading my mind this whole time? the woman thought.

Maybe not the whole time. But I do know all sorts of secrets. You’re a bad girl. But I like that in a woman.

The kidnapper chuckled. Don’t make me keep you forever, now. I know you’d love that.

I still have work to do with my friends Elyn’s voice said. Otherwise I’d be tempted by the offer.

What do you know about me? the woman asked in her mind.

For one, I know you never even considered dropping the whole kidnapping thing. You only pretended to go along with my idea to appease me and keep the Agency off your back. You’re a sly girl, Lana.

The woman chuckled again. So you found my name somewhere in there too? Is that supposed to impress me?

No Elyn’s smoky voice said inside her mind. But maybe if I told you about all those black market sites you sell your clips to? What would that do?

The woman shook her head. You can’t prove that. Mind reading isn’t exactly admissible in court.

Can’t I? What about that computer of yours back there? That black one you keep glancing at? Or that blackmailing list of all the wealthy buyers who keep you in business? You know the ones. You’re like a kidnapper-for-hire to these people. You really should have gone straight and just started a bondage site, Lana. It’s way easier than all this clandestine and highly illegal stuff.

Lana smirked back at Elyn. “I’ll destroy the computer,” she said. “Simple as that.”

No Elyn’s voice echoed in her mind, louder this time. The word permeated her very consciousness and froze her to the spot. You will not destroy that computer.

Lana couldn’t stop herself from speaking the words and meaning them. “I will not destroy that computer.”

Good girl Elyn’s voice said. And you will leave me, still bound and gagged, outside of the Weston Agency headquarters. I have to have my fun but you do too, Lana. When you leave me, you will tie yourself up and both of us will be waiting for Artema to send you off to prison. You’ll do that for me won’t you, gorgeous?

“Of course I will,” Lana said, still unable to control her own thoughts and actions.

Very good. You really are a bad girl, Lana. You can be one in a good way, though. Not like this. When you get out of prison, start a bondage site. Pay some models. Do things properly. Maybe then we can meet again and I’ll model for you. Is that a deal, Lana?

Lana nodded, now fully under Elyn’s command. “Yes. It’s a deal.”

Wonderful. Now untie me, let me get dressed, then tie me up and drive me back to the Agency. You know what to do then.

Lana said nothing more. She shut off the camera and crossed the room. She untied Elyn and stood completely still as Agent Firebrand stood to her full height. With a cocky smirk still on her face, Elyn kept her eyes fixed on Lana.

“Wait here while I get dressed.”

Elyn stepped behind a black curtain that Lana had set up specifically to allow her models to change outfits. When Elyn was back in her tank top, short shorts and flats, she walked out to meet Lana with a giant roll of duct tape and two white cloths.

“Now get me taped up and back into your trunk.”

Lana did as she was instructed and tape Elyn’s legs together at the ankles and knees. She crossed Elyn’s hands behind her back and wrapped tape above and below her breasts to pin her arms in place. She stuffed a smaller cloth in Elyn’s mouth and sealed it inside with a heavy wrapping of duct tape. Lana then tightly tied the larger, white cloth around Elyn’s eyes to blindfold her.

Now carry me Elyn’s voice rang out in her mind.

Lana was still unable to resist as she scooped Elyn up in her arms and carried her back to her car, gently placing her in the trunk. “Mmmmph,” Elyn said, struggling a bit in the tape. She still wanted to play the part of a damsel in distress, after all, despite being in full control of the situation.

When the trunk closed above her, Lana climbed into the car and quickly drove off back toward the Weston Agency’s headquarters.

It was a short drive, about fifteen minutes, when Elyn felt herself lifted out of the trunk and placed on the ground. She squirmed a bit in her bonds but then stopped when she heard the sound of ripping duct tape. Lana had begun taping up her own legs, tightly binding herself with a heavy wrapping of tape from the ankles all the way up her calves. She applied another tight wrapping of tape onto her own thighs and then proceeded to gag herself by wrapping yet more tape around her mouth and the back of her head. Still under Elyn’s control, Lana stuck the roll of tape on top of a nearby fence post so that it could spin freely. She attached a long strip to her upper arms and proceeded to spin around in place, tightly wrapping up her arms from the shoulders to the elbows in duct tape.

Lana just barely managed to reach the tape with her nimble fingers to rip it and plaster it to her upper arms. Reaching to her belt, Lana grabbed a pair of handcuffs and Elyn heard her snap both shackles in place. Slowly lowering herself to the ground, Lana laid down beside Elyn completely bound and gagged. Now the pair of women struggled in their respective bonds together.

Elyn smirked when she let her mind drift away from Lana and tried struggling with her own bonds but she knew she couldn’t escape. “Hmmmmppphh...” she sighed.

“Hmmmph!? Mmmmph! Wmmtph gmmmg mmmn!? Hlllmmp!”

Elyn giggled as she heard her captor moan and grunt into her gag as she struggled with her self-applied bonds. Lana sure hadn’t seen this coming. But now neither woman could do anything but wait for Artema to discover them and cart Lana of to prison.

Still thoroughly bound and gagged, Elyn squirmed excitedly in her bonds and moaned into her gag. With a problem solved, and a fun day of bondage to boot, Elyn was rather pleased with herself. Yep. It’s been a good day. She squealed into her gag once more for the fun of it,

“Mmmmph!”

“Mmmmmmppphh!” Lana answered back. “Hlllmmmmp mmm!”

A fine taste of her own medicine Elyn thought. I do hope to see her again.