Written for @Holly-Hoyle as part of this

No matter which why she twisted, squirmed, or thrashed around, the ropes holding her simply would not budge. Worse still, she thought they might cause a run in her nylons... oh wait, no. That’s not the worse part. The worst part is... I was fucking kidnapped! She thought to herself.

Holly Hoyle wanted to call out for help. But she could hardly make a sound through the gag in and over her mouth. Tough reams of rope wrapped up her upper body and framed her chest, seated on a wooden floor and tied against a wooden pole, wrists bound behind it, crossed in an ‘x’ and tied tight. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, tied together at the ankles, calves, and thighs. There was even a rope around her feet, tying on her black high heels. Not like they needed to tie them on, god damn it, with the ankle straps already keeping them there... Holly thought to herself. Guess they just want me to see how stuck I am... fuckers...

Holly took in her surroundings, settling into her tight bonds for the moment, sighing into her cloth stuffed mouth, a healthy wrapping of duct tape over her mouth. A cloth tied on over that, covering her nose, seemed almost like overkill to Holly.

She had just been heading home from her office, dressed professionally in her white blouse, black choker necklace, maroon pencil skirt, nylons, and black heels. Next thing she knew, she was tied up and gagged in... this place.

The wooden floor was not just a floor. The pole she was tied to was staked near the prow... of an old tall ship. Restored brilliantly, to Holly’s eye, but there was no mistaking it. It was an old wooden ship, sails furled, she was tied up at port much like its only occupant... okay, that was a corny thought Holly realized.

But the unmistakable sound of the maritime flags. Accompanied by the furled up sails and what little material caught the wind, the breeze tossed the material, making snap back and forth with a distinctive sound.

The chill in the air ran a shiver up Holly’s spine. And here’s me caught in my nylons... if I knew I was going to be kidnapped, I might have dressed a little fucking warmer!

The ace reporter took a good look around and noted the pristine condition of the ship. She was a pretty thing, to be sure, the ship. Her hull painted white, a nice shade of dark green meeting the waterline and matching her railings. Her three masts loomed high above Holly, and the reporter wondered to herself why she hadn’t been tied to one of them. It was almost as though this wooden pole was out of place, specifically placed just above the prow, for her to be tied to. Lucky me... she thought.

The ship’s bell gently rung as the breeze picked up and gave Holly another shiver. Finally, at that moment, she saw someone. A man sauntered up onto the dock from a staircase leading below. He looked rough, by the looks. Sad, tired grey eyes, tinged in anger, a scruffy brown beard, short brown hair, dressed all in black.

He wore a long coat, a stiff, collared shirt, matching pants and dark brown shoes that creaked the wooden boards of the ship’s deck. The man pulled a cigarette from his pocket but something about it seemed... off. As he approached, Holly had an odd thought... is that cigarette.... a prop?

Perhaps that was the video camera pointed right her, keeping her in frame, that made her think that. She had been wondering why it was there, red light blinking, indicating it was recording. The man stepped in front of her, glancing to the camera for a moment, almost as though ensuring he was in frame.

He took an exaggerated drag on the cigarette and her practically blew smoke like a chimney from it, letting it surround his head and disappear into the night air above him.

“Welcome aboard,” he said, in a slightly awkward voice, as though trying to sound more gravelly than his voice was ordinarily capable of. “We call her Gloomy Loon.”

Holly struggled in her bonds and glared defiantly at the man. “Wmmt dmm ymm wmmnt frmm mm!?”

He took another drag of his cigarette. “Can’t hear you there, girl...” he said, kneeling down to meet her eyes. “So glad you could make it on board...”

“Mmmfff!”

“Just you wait until we get her sailing. Have to wonder if this makes us pirates or something?” He offered a wry smile, though something felt... forced about it, to Holly.

“Wmmt dmm ymm wmmnntt!!??” she repeated her muffled question, struggling in her bonds. The man furrowed his brow, looking concerned at just how hard she was struggling... but the look quickly passed.

He took another drag of his cigarette. And Holly... smelled nothing. Not tar. Not tobacco. Not anything. Okay... that thing is definitely fake. What the hell is going on?

“I’m gonna let the boss loose on you in a second... have to teach you what happens to people who interfere in our business.”

Holly growled beneath her gag and thrashed in her bonds. “Wmmt rrr ymm tmlkmmg mmbmmtt!?”

Interfere... who the hell even are you? I haven’t done any actual snooping for ages! I was just trying to walk home! Holly struggled hard but the ropes held firm, expertly tied. She wondered if he’d tied them... but she got the answer of who had tied her up the second she heard another voice, a tinge of a Hispanic accent in her voice.

“Hold it, Jonas,” she said.

A woman stepped out, dressed in a black, pinstripe skirt suit, with red stripes, a red blouse, black tie, dark nylons and red heels... dark hair tumbled down her shoulders and accented her caramel skin, intense dark eyes boring a hole through the man she had called Jonas.

The man stood up and his demeanour changed immediately.

“What is it, Aurora?”

Aurora... Holly thought. Definitely the one in charge. The beautiful dommes always are...

“’The boss’? Is that really what you’re going with? You can’t come up with anything better?”

Jonas sighed. “You critique my improv acting as if I know what I’m doing...” he said. “And you’re just using up footage we could be using.”

Wait... footage? Acting!? What the hell is going on here??

“Mmmmpphh! Hmmm! Wmmph gmmgg mmnn!!??” she called out, struggling furiously. Aurora paused for a second and a look of concern entered her eyes.

“Hey, slow down there...” she said. “You don’t have to stay in character the whole time, you know.”

Character!!??

“Mmmmfff!! Ummmtmmm mmm!!”

“Hey hey, come on. You’ll hurt yourself if you keep up all that struggling, Ellen.”

Did she just call me Ellen? Oh my fucking god... I can’t believe this is happening... what even is this place??

“Mmff! Mmm nmmtt Mmmllmmnn!”

“What’s that? What do you mean you’re not...” Wait... she can understand what I’m saying?

Aurora reached into her jacket pocket pulled out a small book. “Hmm... no, it says here. Brunette, business woman, wants realistic simulated kidnapping and punishment...”

P-punishment?? “Mmmmpphh!! Brrmmng mmt, bmmcph!” Holly glared and thrashed angrily. Though a thought did remain in the back of her mind. I mean, I might be willing to take a few hits from someone this gorgeous...

“Hey hey, you asked for that, right? It’s nothing serious, just a couple light smacks... it’s all you wanted. Maybe a punch in the gut, right? That’s what your email said... Come to think of it, you don’t quite match the picture you sent...”

Holly rolled her eyes and struggled again. “Mmmmpppphh!!”

Aurora approached Holly and knelt down, watching the fire in her blue eyes. The taller woman knelt low and her own intense gaze made Holly blush slightly.

“You’re... not acting,” Aurora said, picking up a small bag next to Holly. Least they didn’t take my shit, Holly thought.

Aurora fished around in the bag and finally found what she was looking for. Credentials... Holly’s press credentials, with her name and picture printed right on it.

“Oh... shit...” Aurora said.

Jonas sighed behind her. “She’s the wrong person, isn’t she?” he asked.

“Do you even need to ask?” Aurora said. “Damn it... I knew I should have handled this myself. That girl I hired on is nice but she’s... spacey.”

“Hmm! Thmm fmmcckk mmph gmmgg mmnn!?” Holly demanded.

“So... Holly,” Aurora said, offering an awkward smile. “This has all been... a mistake. See, I run a sort of business as a roleplaying domme, you see.”

I fucking knew it!

“And I hired a pretend ‘henchgirl’ to grab this woman who’s paid for... all this...” Aurora said, gesturing at the ship around them. “And this girl, big, strong, pretty... and a little bit dense, grabbed you instead. So, basically...” Aurora sighed. “We’ve actually kidnapped someone...”

Jonas lowered his head into his hand. “Jesus Christ... I’m an accessory to this...” He turned to Holly. “I’m so sorry... I must have scared the shit out of you.”

Well... a bit... Holly thought. Nothing I can’t handle, though, pal.

Jonas noticed her steely, blue gaze and nodded. “Maybe not that much, I guess... still sorry. This was... well, this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Of course it wasn’t,” Aurora said. “You were meant to be a petite little brunette professor. Instead... you’re a reporter?”

“Fmmkmmg rmmt,” Holly said, nodding.

“Well, she couldn’t have messed up any worse than this...” Aurora reached forward and pulled down the cloth, unwrapped the tape, and helped Holly spit out the wadded up cloth.

“Ugh... fuck...” Holly said.

“Sorry... it’s part of what Ellen wanted,” Aurora said. “You okay?”

“Been through worse...” Holly shrugged. Aurora raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Sounds like you’d fit in with our crew...”

“Not the time, Aurora,” Jonas said.

Aurora sighed. “Right... fine. Listen, if we just let you go, maybe pay you for the trouble... can you maybe see your way to not calling the cops and doing a huge write-up about us?”

“Are you kidding?? You fucking kidnap me, tie me up, gag me, threaten to hit me, and all because you’re running some kinky shit operation out this way, playing mobster pirate or whatever the goddamn hell... the fuck do you think?”

Aurora sighed. “All right, I understand...” She reached forward to undo the ropes and Holly tried to pull away from her.

“What are you doing??” she asked.

“Um... untying you? What did you think?”

“Well fucking stop. I...” Holly blushed slightly. “I have an idea...”

“Wait... are you into this? What are the chances...” Aurora said.

“Look, if you just do what you were going to do... gag me again, then hit me or whatever shit you were gonna do... and do it for free, for fuck’s sake! Then uh... I won’t call the cops. Or write an article. I promise.”

“Well...” Aurora said with a smirk. “I can’t say no to a pretty girl who asks me to gag her and domme her. Never...” she said, replacing the gag exactly as it was quickly into and over Holly’s mouth. “Now then... where were we?”

Holly blushed. I’m already here, may as well enjoy this kinky shit... she thought. Looks like the whole kidnapping thing sort of worked out this time. Sort of...

She began struggling again, and grunting furiously into her gag. Aurora grabbed her by the chin and gave her a light slap on the cheek. “Sit still...” she said, her voice commanding, a hungry smile on her face.

Holly struggled more. “Fkkk ymm!”

Aurora smiled wider. “Oh, you know how to act, my pretty dear...” she said. Neither woman noticed the sheepish, embarrassed man who had made himself scarce, heading back below deck, while they got into their roles.

“How was that little slap, dear?” Aurora asked.

Holly smirked beneath her gag. “Mmph thmmt mmll ymmv gmmt?”

Aurora smirked back. “Oh no, dear, that definitely is not ‘all I’ve got...’”