Detective Wilde has been discovered in a compromising position, and there is nothing she can do to escape. How will the boss of the 'Bondage Syndicate' take advantage?

WARNING! This story features some nonconsensual bondage and deals with themes of kidnapping and trafficking. Please read on at your own discretion. That doesn't mean its not a good story, just be aware

This is a part two of 'Undercover Damsel'. The story got too long so I had to break it up. Probably go read part 1 here first.

Wilde

Wilde stared at the woman as she stood up, a small bit of hope sparking in her mind. From what she had heard, Emily had done a good job of covering.

“Well, I know one thing for sure now”, the woman said. She stepped back and put the phone back in her pocket. She smiled at Wilde, looking her in her eyes. “I know you’re an agent.”

Wilde screamed into her gag. Everyone in the circle stepped back, and various people pulled out weapons, like they were about to be raided.

“Boss, are you sure? It sounded fine when you were talking with the new girl.”

The boss smiled as she stared Wilde in the eyes. “There’s two reasons I know how. One is that the hair tie is nowhere to be seen. I would trust that first guy with my life, and he’s made over thirty successful runs. And this last leg of the journey was me. So, that leaves only one place that the hair tie could have fallen out. Which is in the new girl’s segment.”

Wilde stared at the boss in horror. She began to pace around Wilde, forcing her to turn her head around to follow her.

“She said that bag was sealed tight. And it was, when we got it. So there’s no way it could have fallen out. Which means the girl opened the bag. Which means she’s lying. Which means she’s a rat.”

“But boss, how does that mean she’s a rat? She could have been curious on her first run…”

“That brings me to my second reason”, the boss stopped pacing and stared at Wilde with a smile. “I know Detective Wilde from experience.”

Wilde

Wilde’s eyes flew open. “MMPH! MMMMNN!!!” Wilde struggled about on the floor. She knew her cover was blown, so she threw her full weight against her restraints. The ropes held her tightly, just like they should have. Emily had done a fabulous job restraining Wilde, and it was coming back to hurt her now. The rope was frapped tightly around her ankles, knees, hips and calves. Her arms were bound painfully behind her back, her elbows nearly touching. A tight pentagram was tied around her chest, making her breasts pop out. One of her socks was stuffed in her mouth, behind the red ball gag that was strapped to her face. Wilde pulled and shouted into her gag and her ropes, but nothing she did loosened her restraints. 

The boss laughed. Her eyes sparkled as she watched Wilde struggle. “Yes, I know Wilde from experience. I wonder if she recognizes me though…”

Wilde stopped struggling to look at the boss more closely. Her face was blemishless, but had no makeup. Wilde felt a tugging in the back of her mind as she studied the boss’s face.

“No? Well, maybe if I told you that we met in a lonely little bar somewhere in Canada…?”

Wilde paled. It suddenly came back to her. The small chat in the bar in Ontario, the chase through the snowstorm, the fight on the lake… That meant that this woman was the most wanted woman in all of North America. Nearly a decade ago, Wilde had almost caught her. But she had broken through the ice in the lake while they were fighting, and the police thought she had drowned.

“Mmmmph?”

“Oh, I bet you want to know how I survived! Well, you see, after I broke through the ice, I picked a direction and swam. I swam as long as I could, then broke up through the ice again. The snow concealed me as I ran for the shore. I broke into a house and luckily nobody was home. I warmed up, stole some clothing and left. I was out of the country before anybody even thought I could have left. The wind was blowing enough that the snow covered my footprints, and the cold re-froze the lake where I had broken through. Then the snow covered up the hole. It was all perfect. Besides the ‘almost dying’ part.” The boss’s tone of voice had changed from the casual, dumbed-down version that she had been using with the other people around. Now she spoke like the criminal that Wilde knew from the bar in Ontario.

Wilde knew she was completely screwed. She was tied up at the mercy of the woman that she had spent nearly a decade of her life trying to put in jail. She had always wondered if she had managed to survive, and this was the worst possible way to find out that she had.

“Well, since you’re here, I know that the cavalry is on its way. Well, that means we should act fast.” The other men around her began to shift in worry. They all looked around, fingering their weapons that they hadn’t put away. “And I think I already have a plan,” she said, her face widening into a sadistic smile. Wilde’s stomach churned in dread.

“Is anybody here a rigger?” the boss shouted suddenly. Someone from the back of the crowd of men raised his hand. “Right here, boss”.

“Wonderful. Now, here’s my plan.” She paused to watch Wilde. “I am going to take our detective friend’s place, and I will infiltrate the investigation to throw them off our tail!” She raised her arms as if she had just given a momentous address, but nobody applauded. They all stood still, scratching their heads. 

“What? Nothing? Oh, I guess I should explain myself better. You see, Wilde operates on an anonymous basis. She never goes out in public without a mask over her face. Better to work ‘undercover’ I guess. The only reason I saw her face is because she lost her mask in our fight on the lake. But what that means is, if she is still just as secretive as she was before, then nobody at the cop station know’s her face. As long as I have a mask on, nobody will suspect a thing…”

“MMMPPHHH!!!” Wilde knew she was right. She fought against her bonds even harder, confirming to the boss that her plan was a good one.

“Hmm, there is one thing I need though…” The boss leaned down to Wilde’s head and undid the straps on her gag. She slowly pulled the red ball out, then caught the sock as Wilde spit it out.

Wilde took several deep breaths and stretched her jaw, before saying, “You’ll never get away wi–MMPHT!” The sock was shoved back in place, and the ball gag was strapped back on.

“Perfect, now I know what her voice is like!” Wilde cried out into her gag, shaking her head as the belts were cinched back in place. How could she be so gullible! That was the one thing the woman needed from her, and Wilde had just offered it up with no hesitation.

“Lemme give this a try, ‘get away with–’ no, too high. I went to acting school, you know. I’m pretty good at imitating voices.” Wilde knew that all too well. It was one of the reasons she had been so difficult to track down all those years ago.

“‘Get away with–’ no, how about ‘get away with–’ Yeah! There we go! ‘You’ll never get away with this!’” the woman said, ending with a near-perfect imitation of Wilde’s voice. Wilde cried out into her gag, pulling at her bonds. The woman laughed, continuing to imitate Wilde’s voice. She stood back up and pushed her foot on Wilde’s head, sending her crashing to floor. “Let’s get me ready then, shall we?” she cackled. Wilde screamed into her gag, pulling at her restraints as she lay on the floor, struggling as she watched the woman walk away behind the camera again. Someone came up behind Wilde and pulled the hood down over her head, and Wilde was once again plunged into darkness and deafness.

Wilde

About thirty minutes later, the hood was pulled off Wilde’s head. She looked around, her eyes already adjusted to the dark. There were two men standing near her. While she had been hooded, they had untied her just enough to pull the dress off of her to give to the boss. Wilde had also been hogtied and gagged even more thoroughly. Now, she was laying inside an opened duffel bag, in her bra and spandex, bound and gagged with layers of tape over the top of the sock and ball gag.

WIlde realized that she was up on a catwalk. Staring down, she was near the roof of the warehouse. Probably 100 yards away, illuminated brightly, was a duffel bag laying in the middle of the floor, moving slightly. Wilde knew what was inside.

After a minute, a loud crashing sound came from one side of the warehouse. Looking over, Wilde saw a group of SWAT officers push in, pointing rifles. A similar crash sounded from another entrance, then again. Wilde immediately began screaming into her gag as loudly as she could, but the tape, gag and sock worked in unison to nearly completely silence her. The men ignored her and let her struggle and shout out as loudly as she could to try to get the attention of the SWAT team, but it was no louder than a whisper.

The officers converged on the duffel bag. They knelt in a circle, pointing their weapons in a circle outwards while two more officers unzipped the bag, revealing the boss. She was dressed in the same yellow dress that Wilde had been wearing, and she was tied up with the same type of rope and the same hood. She looked nearly identical to Wilde in body size. She even wore one sock on the same foot that Wilde had been wearing. And she didn’t have a hair tie in.

Wilde screamed as powerfully as she could and bounced as much as possible, hoping to bang against the catwalk somehow. The officers cut through the boss's bonds and picked the padlock on the hood before freeing her entirely. They let the boss take her own gag out. They all avoided looking at her, just like Wilde had requested for them to do when they freed her. Her own requests were her demise.

The area was now secure, and other officers were flooding the scene. Wilde saw a group of higher-ups enter from a set of door. She spotted the chief, and then she saw Emily behind them. Emily! She had seen her face! If only Emily could get close enough before the boss could conceal her face, then she would be saved!

Wilde screamed as loudly as she could, but the officers entering now were beginning to talk. Wilde looked back at the boss, who had finished removing her gag. She saw the chief and Emily coming and quickly turned away. ‘NOO!’ Wilde cried out in her mind, with a matching “MMMPHH!!” faintly leaking out from her gag. Before the noise of the officers became too loud, Wilde heard the boss, facing away from Emily, say “where’s my mask” to one of the SWAT members. How did she know that’s what Wilde had requested for the SWAT team to bring? Her face paled as she watched a SWAT member pull out Wilde’s own mask and hand it to the boss behind his back, still not looking at her. Emily was now only a few feet away, just a little closer, PLEASE!!

Emily

Emily walked into the circle of SWAT and watched as Wilde pulled her mask over her face, facing away from her. Wilde stood up and silently turned around, to which Emily firmly embraced her. Wilde stiffly returned the embrace, as if she was unsure what was happening.

“When nobody was here, we thought they had discovered you and pulled the tracker. I thought you were gone!” Emily felt relieved that Wilde had made it.

“I’ll make my report in a moment”, Wilde said sternly before striding past Emily. Emily followed her as Wilde walked up to the chief.

“Well, did you discover anything?” the chief asked as Wilde strode past him, ignoring him. “I take it that that’s a no…”

Emily followed Wilde to where a change of clothes was waiting for her. An officer timidly handed her the clothing, to which she snatched up frustratingly. “Wilde, we need to know what happened. Don’t do this silent thing and tell us what happened”, Emily cried after her. Wilde pulled the yellow dress off and slid into her normal clothing. She also grabbed the bottle of water offered to her by the assistant.

“Alright, now I will.”

“Wait, why does your voice–”

“I’m disguising it around these other officers”, Wilde responded harshly.

Emily shrugged her shoulders. She was relieved that Wilde had been OK and that she hadn’t been kidnapped, but she was already forgetting her distress as the frustrating bits of Wilde’s personality came back to memory.

Wilde strode towards a group of senior officers who were waiting for her report. “Well, what happened in there?” the chief asked her impatiently.

“They knew I was coming.” Wilde said even harsher than she had to Emily. Now Emily knew why she was so upset.

Everyone else in the circle gasped. “How! This was a super tight operation! Only the group of us here knew all the details!”

“Someone had to know. They searched the bag for the tracking device and couldn’t find it, so they left me here. They never took my hood off, they never let me see anything… They knew I was a cop.”

“But… how? How could the information–”

“Someone ratted. I don’t know who, but someone ratted. And I am pissed” Wilde threw the bottle of water at a wall, to where it exploded, making everyone in the circle jump, “that you all didn’t check everybody before the operation!”

“Well, you see, we did. Everyone on this team has years of experience, and I can assure you–”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT!” Wilde screamed, flipping a chair. The chief shrank back in fear. “You sent me in WITH A GOD DAMN RAT letting them know that A FUCKING COP was coming in!! What the HELL is WRONG WITH YOU!!” Wilde turned around and stormed away, making for the door.

Emily looked at the shaken men. She was shaken herself. “I, uhh… I’ll… go get her.” Emily turned around and hurriedly started running after Wilde.

Wilde

Wilde watched the entire exchange from the balcony. She cried out into her gag as the boss, who Emily clearly assumed to be Wilde, ran out of the warehouse following the imposter. Wilde redoubled her struggles, trying her hardest to catch the attention of one of the cops on the warehouse floor. Unfortunately, the woman had planned it perfectly. The lights were set up to shine directly at the cops if they tried to look up towards the balcony, perfectly concealing the small group.

Wilde screamed as one of the two men around her grabbed the leather hood and pulled it back down over her head and pushed it down into the duffel bag. Wilde’s bondage constricted around her as the duffel bag was zipped shut and the straps around it tightened. Wilde felt the bag be lifted off the ground as she was carried off towards wherever she might end up.

Her only hope now was that Emily would somehow get a glimpse of the imposter’s face and realize that she had been taken. But unless that happened, Wilde was thought to be safe and sound while she was actually MIA.

Nobody knew she was compromised. Nobody was coming to save her. And with the way that the Bondage Syndicate ran things, she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to save herself. She was completely at the mercy of those around her. And Wilde knew all this as she was carried off towards her new life over the back of a criminal.

Thanks for reading! A part 3 might be in the works. Hopefully Emily realizes what is going on in time...