Synopsis: Meet two of my OCs; Hera (https://www.deviantart.com/alhuso3/gallery/90394612/hera-s-misadventures) and Scarlett Manning a.k.a. Kidnapper for Hire (https://www.deviantart.com/alhuso3/gallery/97578913/kidnapper-for-hire) get together in this crossover that will mix Hera's obsession with Scarlett's profitable job.

Hera was very nervous, yet really excited. She had been dating Theresa, a hot vibrant woman, for some weeks now.

Theresa was all Hera had dreamt of. Strong, tall and independent, and pretty sexy, too. She was a redhead with deep blue eyes and a tough look.

However, what attracted Hera the most was that she was into bondage, just like her. During their last date, Hera couldn’t hold it anymore and confessed her fetish. Theresa didn’t only understand her, but stated that she was into bondage as well, claiming to prefer the dominant role. That was like music for Hera’s ears, so they both agreed that, for their next date, they would go to Hera’s place for some rope games.

Hera took out her favorite lingerie set, black and red, which she knew accentuated her curves in all the right places. It was a bit revealing, but she had a feeling Theresa would like it. She paired it with a short skirt that was tight enough to leave little to the imagination. She wore a pair of high-heeled boots that added a touch of dominance to her look. Her make-up was smoky, with dark lipstick that made her look edgy and irresistible.

It was still too soon, two hours before the date, but Hera was so excited she could barely hold herself.

Then she heard a strange noise coming from the living room. She froze, her heart racing. It was definitely not the TV, and she lived alone, so she knew she had to investigate. She tiptoed through the hallway, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. As she approached the open door, she suddenly felt a hand clamped over her mouth. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into the hallway. Panic set in as she realized this was not part of their planned evening. She tried to scream, but the hand muffled her sound, leaving her gasping for air.

“Hush there, honey” a female voice told her. “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, don’t scream if you don’t want to be hurt, deal?”

The brunette nodded her head up and down, and was allowed to turn around to see the unwelcome guest.

Her eyes widened as she took in the intruder's outfit. The woman was dressed in a skintight black catsuit that clung to her body like a second skin, emphasizing her curves and athletic form. A ski mask covered her face, revealing only her piercing eyes. Despite the fear, Hera couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight of this mysterious figure, who seemed to have stepped straight out of one of her fantasies.

“Look, sweetie, I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. You can call me Scarlett Manning, I’m a kidnapper for hire. I know you have a date tonight, but I’m sorry to tell you you won’t be able to attend. Someone’s paid me a fair amount of money to keep you here, so that’s what I’m going to do”.

Scarlett’s voice was low and velvety, sending a strange shiver down Hera’s spine. Despite the fear, Hera felt her heart rate increase, and she realized that she was getting turned on by the situation. It was like one of her wildest fantasies coming to life, but she had to keep her wits about her.

At the same time, she began wondering who could want to keep her from going to her date with Theresa.

"Why are you doing this?" Hera managed to croak out, trying to keep her voice steady.

Scarlett chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"I'm just a messenger, darling. I’m doing this because I’m getting paid, I don't ask questions. All I know is that you're not going anywhere until I'm told otherwise. So, if you please put your hand together behind your back, we can begin”.

With trembling hands, Hera obeyed, her mind racing. The thought of someone paying for her to be taken away from Theresa was both thrilling and terrifying. As Scarlett secured her wrists with a soft yet unyielding rope, Hera felt her pulse quicken. The sensation of being so vulnerable to a stranger sent a jolt of excitement through her body.

Scarlett then bent down, her toned legs flexing in the catsuit as she grabbed another rope from her bag. She tied Hera’s ankles together, looping it around multiple times to ensure she couldn’t escape easily.

“Now, you better stay put”.

Hera’s mind was a mixture of sensations.

On one hand, she couldn’t help but feeling a little thrilled about the whole situation. On the other, she was still scared of what this mysterious woman would do to her.

But there was something else. A feeling that overcame the rest. And that was an increasing frustration.

Despite having an unknown intruder invading her house and keeping her from her desired date, the poor bindings she’d put her into got her pretty unsatisfied.

So, after a while, she couldn’t help but asking.

“So… do you make a living like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well… these ropes feel… pretty loose. I mean I’m not the professional here but… one would expect something more… secured. I mean you didn’t even gag me!”

The kidnapper thought about her victim’s complaints.

“Well that’s all the rope I brought” she told her.

‘And you call yourself a professional?’ Hera thought.

She struggled to keep her lust from making her do anything stupid, as she used to when it came to bondage, but her arousal, once again, won the battle against her common sense.

“You’ll see… since you told me you wouldn’t hurt me, and only for you to see I’m cooperative, I may help you”.

Scarlett smiled under her mask. Even though Hera didn’t know that, she had anticipated that cooperation. Her client told her about Hera’s fetishes, and claimed that, if she tied her up in a clumsy way, she’d be the one asking for more strict bindings.

So everything was going according to the plan.

“Alright, love. If that’s what you want… what’s that help you can offer?” Scarlett’s eyes narrowed slightly, curious about Hera’s proposal.

“Well, I can show you where I have more ropes.” Hera’s voice had a seductive edge to it.

Scarlett's eyes smized slightly.

"You do?"

"Mmhmm," Hera nodded. "In the bedroom. But you have to promise not to hurt me. I'll show you."

She wriggled her feet and soon had her ankles freed.

“Follow me” Hera said with her hands still tied up behind her back.

Scarlett followed her, keeping a firm grip on her elbow to keep her from running away. The hallway to the bedroom was short, and soon they were standing in the doorway. Hera nodded towards the closet, which was slightly ajar.

“In there, you’ll find everything you need.” Hera said, her voice laced with a hint of urgency.

Scarlett let go of Hera’s elbow and stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the closet. As she reached into the darkness, she felt several pieces of rope draped over hangers and tucked into corners. She pulled them out, feeling the different textures and thicknesses, each promising a new sensation of restraint.

“Fine then, lady, let’s play by your rules” she teased.

Scarlett stepped back and began to unravel one of the thicker pieces of rope she had found, watching Hera closely.

She reapplied a new piece around her ankles, much tighter this time.

As the masked intruder began to bind her tighter, Hera’s breath grew heavier, her chest rising and falling in the confines of the lingerie. Each tug of the rope sent a shiver of pleasure through her body, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

“Good, that’s much better.” Scarlett said with a hint of satisfaction as she stepped back to admire her work.

The rope was snug around Hera’s ankles, leaving no room for escape. She was now laying on her bed, bound and exposed in the sexy lingerie she had picked out for Theresa.

Scarlett took another piece of rope and wrapped it around Hera’s legs, starting at her feet. She began by binding her feet together around her heels, making sure the knots were tight enough to prevent any wiggling. The pressure was delicious, and she found herself arching her back slightly, pushing her breasts upwards.

The rope continued to weave around Hera’s legs, moving up to her calves. The feeling of the tight coils digging into her flesh was exhilarating, and she couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as Scarlett cinched it tighter. Each loop of rope brought her closer to the edge of pleasure, and she felt her intimacy growing wetter with anticipation.

Soon, her legs were completely tied at her feet, ankles, calves, knees and thighs, but Scarlett didn’t stop there, much to Hera’s pleasure.

“I hope this is more of your liking”.

Scarlett smirked under her mask as she moved up to Hera’s arms, whose wrists were still bound behind her back. She took another piece of the rope, this one thinner and more flexible, and began to wind it around Hera’s elbows. Starting just above the joint, she pulled the rope taut, making Hera’s elbows touch.

The process was slow and deliberate, the friction of the rope against Hera’s skin sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"This is more like it," Hera murmured, feeling the rope bite into her skin as Scarlett wrapped it tighter.

The woman in black took another piece of rope, her eyes flicking down to Hera’s ample chest, which was already heaving with excitement. She took a moment to appreciate the way the lingerie pushed Hera’s breasts together, creating a tantalizing cleavage that begged to be bound. With a knowing smile, Scarlett took the rope and began to loop it around Hera’s chest, above and below her breasts.

The feeling of the rope tightening around her torso was overwhelming. Hera’s nipples grew hard as the material of the lingerie was pushed into them by the ropes.

“Now… you mentioned something about a gag, didn’t you?”

“Humm, yes, I mean, only if you want me not to be able to call for help”.

“And how do you wish to be gagged?”

“Well… there’s something you can do to make your victim feel more… vulnerable. That way, she’d feel a little humiliated and she’d feel less brave to try to escape, you know?”

Scarlett’s eyes lit up. It seemed Hera was even more eager to be restrained than she had anticipated.

“And what would that be?” Scarlett asked, her voice filled with feigned curiosity.

Hera swallowed hard, her mind racing. She had never been in a situation like this before. Similar? Yes, pretty much, but not exactly like that. The thought of guiding her kidnapper was thrilling her more than she cared to admit.

“You know, if you really want to keep me quiet, you should try something else than just a regular gag. Like a pair of dotted panties there are in the hamper, for instance. They can be quite effective in keeping someone from talking.” She tried to sound nonchalant, but the tremble in her voice betrayed her excitement.

Those panties belonged to Theresa, from their last encounter. She felt excited when she saw the kidnapper coming out of the bathroom with the specified underwear in her hand.

“These will do just fine, don’t you think?” Scarlett smirked as she approached the bed.

The scent of Theresa’s arousal still lingered on the fabric, and Hera felt her cheeks flush as she realized what she was about to be gagged with. The thought of using something so personal as a gag added another layer of intimacy to the scene, which only served to excite her more.

Scarlett stepped closer. She leaned down and whispered in Hera’s ear,

 “Open wide for me, darling.” Hera complied, her mouth parting widely in anticipation.

Scarlett stuffed the panties into Hera’s mouth, pressing them against her tongue until the fabric filled her cheeks.

“Now let’s see if there’s something here to keep those in place” she teased as she searched inside the closet again.

Her hand emerged holding a shiny black ballgag and a roll of microfoam tape.

“Wow aren’t you naughty?”

The brunette felt her cheeks blushing, eager for her gag.

“Usually, I’d choose between these two, but I’ve got the feeling that you want the whole treatment, don’t you?”

Scarlett’s voice was playful, as she looked down at Hera with a knowing glint in her eyes. Hera nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation. The ballgag was placed in her mouth, the coolness of the plastic feeling strange and erotic against her tongue. She felt the leather straps being tightened around her head, the buckles clicking into place. Then the tape was peeled from the roll, and she felt it being placed over her mouth and wrapped all around her head, each loop tighter than before, sealing the gag in place. The sound of the sticky tape being torn from the roll and applied to her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt completely at the mercy of this mysterious woman.

Once the gag was secure, Scarlett stepped back to admire her handiwork. Hera’s eyes were wide with excitement, and her body was a tapestry of ropes.

“Now let’s get you ready for transport” Scarlett teased all of a sudden.

“Mphhhhhhhhrtt?” Hera moaned through her gag.

“Oh, right, remember when I told you I had been paid to keep you here so that you couldn’t attend your date? I lied”.

“MPHHHHHHH!!!??”

“I actually got paid to deliver you to my client, so… well, thanks for your cooperation” she giggled as she watched Hera’s desperation in her eyes.

Scarlett then took another piece of rope and pulled Hera’s wrists closer to her waist, and with a few more loops, she bound them tightly together. Hera’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the rope bite into her skin, the pressure from her wrists to her waist exquisite.

The final touch was to bind her ankles to her thighs, effectively leaving her in a balltie. She squirmed and writhed on the bed, her body begging for more, her common sense making her scared.

The kidnapper stepped back and admired her handiwork. Hera was now completely immobilized, her legs folded up to her chest, her feet touching the back of her thighs. She was a picture of vulnerability, her lingerie barely containing her excitement.

“MPHHHHHHHH!!!” she protested.

“Hummm… still too loud for my liking”.

With that, Scarlett reached into her bag again and pulled out a red scarf that matched the color of Hera’s bra. She unfolded it and gently placed it over Hera’s face, covering her mouth and nose.

Hera’s eyes went wide with panic, but she could still breathe through her nostrils.

“Better?” Scarlett asked, her voice a mix of amusement and professionalism.

Hera shook her head. She was terrified of being taken to some unknown location, but the thrill of the situation was still potent.

“Good, but I’m sorry to tell you you’re not allowed to see your new place just yet, so…” Scarlett grabbed another piece of fabric from the closet and tied it around Hera’s eyes, making sure it was knotted securely. “Now, you’re all set for the trip, darling. No peeking.”

With surprising strength, the kidnapper grabbed Hera from her bed, the brunette feeling her captor taking her downstairs.

Her legs were tied up so tight she could barely feel them anymore. Her heart was racing as she felt the cold air of the garage hit her skin. The concrete floor was cold and unforgiving under her, and she shivered slightly as she was laid down.

Scarlett’s voice was cold, yet excited.

“Alright, love. Time to get into the trunk. I promise it’s a smooth ride, but I can’t risk you escaping, can I?”

“MPHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Hera’s muffled protests were met with a laugh from Scarlett.

The kidnapper easily picked her up and carried her to the waiting car. She laid her gently in the trunk, the cold metal sending a jolt through Hera’s body.

“We’ll be there soon, love” Scarlett teased as she closed the trunk.

The sound of the engine starting was the last thing Hera heard before the car began to move. The motion of the vehicle combined with her strict bonds and the scent of Theresa’s panties in her mouth was almost too much to handle. She couldn’t believe she was being taken away like this, but the fear was being overshadowed by the intense arousal that had taken hold of her.

Her mind raced as the car pulled out onto the road. Who had paid for this? What did they want with her? And why had she allowed herself to get so turned on by the situation?

The car ride seemed to take forever, each bump in the road sending waves of pain and pleasure through her body. The anticipation was killing her, making her wetter and more desperate with every passing minute. She strained against her bonds, testing their strength, but Scarlett had done a thorough job, and she was utterly trapped.

Finally, the car stopped, and she heard the engine die. The sound of a door opening and closing echoed around her, but no one came to open the trunk. The wait was agonizing, her heart pounding in her chest. Was this part of the plan, or had something gone wrong? The seconds stretched into minutes, and she began to feel a cold sweat form on her skin.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching, and the trunk popped open. The cool night air hit her, sending goosebumps along her bound body. Scarlett’s voice gave her goosebumps.

“Package delivered, sweetie, hope you like your new home”.

She heard her going away, and soon she felt her body being dragged inside a house.

Her body was lifted off the floor and she felt the softness of a couch underneath her, the fabric brushing against her skin. She heard the sound of someone  moving around the room, the heels of her boots clicking against the floor.

The next thing she knew, the scarf was removed from her eyes, and she was met with the sight of a very familiar face.

Theresa looked down at Hera with a mix of amusement and desire in her eyes. She was dressed in a sleek black dress, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, showing off her strong neck and shoulders.

“Surprise!!” she cheered.

“Mphhhhhh?” she should have known.

“Well last time you were so eager to try this bondage with me that I thought… why not skip the dinner and get straight to the dessert?”

Hera couldn’t believe it. Theresa had hired a kidnapper to trick her and play with her feelings and lust.

She knew she should feel angry, but… well, she couldn’t help herself.

Theresa leaned in and kissed Hera softly on the cheek, her smile wicked.

“By the way, I told Scarlett to tie you up poorly, and that you’d be the one asking for more strict bindings. It seemed like I wasn’t wrong, was I?”

“Mphhh…” she mumbled, blushing.

“So, do you wanna play?” Theresa asked as she took a new piece of rope and showed it to the thoroughly bound brunette, who found herself nodding eagerly.

After all, she loved bondage.