Detective Wilde has been kidnapped, and the boss of the Bondage Syndicate has secretly taken her place! Will Wilde manage to escape before her friend is similarly taken?

This story is a continuation of Undercover Damsel and Damsel Swap. Read them here and here (respectively)

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

Summary of the previous stories:

Detective Wilde works on difficult-to-solve cases. One of her main traits is her paranoia: she wears a mask that covers her entire face whenever she is in public so that she can work undercover much better. If nobody knows her face, nobody knows when she is undercover.

The Bondage Syndicate has been kidnapping college-age girls and ransoming them for a while, and Wilde was called in to help solve it. Nobody knew who they were, and it was Wilde's job to figure it out. With the help of the mole Emily, Wilde was able to infiltrate a transfer of a damsel. Wilde took the place of the damsel in order to find out information.

Unfortunately (for Wilde), she was discovered after she had been restrained. The leader of the Syndicate turned out to be a terrible villain from Wilde's past, kind of her nemesis. The boss then took Wilde's place and, because of Wilde's paranoia, is now infiltrating the police force working on the case, posing as Wilde. In the meantime, the actual Wilde is still bound and gagged, in the hands of the Bondage Syndicate.

That's about it, I hope you enjoy reading!

Emily

Emily sat in the chair opposite Wilde, looking at the file in front of her. In the week since Wilde had been discovered in her undercover position and the Bondage Syndicate had fled the scene, leaving the heavily bound and gagged Wilde behind, zero progress had been made. The main priority had been protecting Emily, who had been the undercover agent that had gotten Wilde in position. If Wilde had been blown, then Emily likely had been as well. But so far, Emily had only had normal conversations with her contacts in the Syndicate. They had informed her that the drop had been intercepted, but nobody seemed to suspect her. Which meant the police still had a mole.

Wilde was sitting on the other side of her desk, studying a copy of the same file. She had spoken very little since her discovery. This wasn’t  a change. Wilde never spoke. She concealed her voice to do her undercover work more efficiently. If nobody knew her voice, then nobody would suspect her in the field.

Wilde’s most interesting trait was her secrecy. She went as far as wearing a mask at all times to keep her face hidden. Emily found it frustrating that she refused to remove it, even in private with just herself. Emily studied the tight, thin black cloth that perfectly concealed her face, as if she were a masked superhero with a secret identity. ‘I guess that’s not too far off…’ Emily thought to herself. Even though Emily had seen Wilde’s face during their mission, Wilde still refused.

“Can you please take that stupid thing off?” Emily asked not for the first time. “I feel like I’m talking to a wall.” Wilde shook her head, not lifting her face from the file. Emily sighed.

“I’ve seen your face before. Why can’t you take it off, while it’s just us two in here? Besides, you have nothing to be self-conscious about.”

Wilde slowly raised her head. “What if someone walks in?”

“The door is locked.”

“What about the window?”

“I can pull the shades down, you know that just as well as I do.”

Wilde stared at Emily for a moment. “No.” She turned her attention back to file, just like she had been for the past hour.

Emily groaned in frustration. “Can you at least discuss this with me? I hate just sitting here in silence.”

Wilde tilted her head slightly, as if pondering the thought. “Have you found anything useful in the file yet?”

“No! I swear I’ve read it cover to cover a dozen times and there is nothing new.”

“Yeah, neither have I.”

Emily blinked. “Then why are we still sitting here?”

Wilde looked up. Emily imagined she was smiling underneath. “I was hoping you found something.”

“Well what the hell!” Emily fell back in her chair, looking at the sheaf of photos on the desk. They featured the work of the Bondage Syndicate, all from the ransom photos released. They were young women, all around college age, who had been kidnapped. They were bound in as many different ways as there were girls, each one different. One girl was restrained with tons of custom leather gear: an armbinder, belts, a hood, a corset… Another girl was restrained with metal cuffs: locking over her neck, wrists, elbows, ankles, pulling them all together in an excruciating hogtie. They were all gagged in ways that fit the ‘theme’ of the bondage. The leather girl had a panel gag beneath the hood, and the metal girl had a metal band twisted down tightly over the top of a great big wad of tape.

Emily was familiar with all the forms of bondage because she herself was a rigger. For a couple of years she had ‘spent some time’ with friends learning the trade, and it was through this that she had managed to get in contact with the syndicate. If the case hadn’t been so important, Emily would have been at one of those fun nights once a week. She hadn’t been for the better part of a month now.

“I’m gonna go take a break. You want anything from downstairs?” Emily asked suddenly, standing up. Wilde shook her head, not looking up and not responding. Emily sighed and turned away, closing the door behind her.

Julia

After the door closed, ‘Wilde’ leaned back in her chair, smiling to herself. Of course, she wasn’t Wilde. She was the boss of the Bondage Syndicate, who had managed to swap herself and Wilde the week prior. Thanks to Wilde’s incredible paranoia of being recognized in the field, the boss, Julia, had managed to go unnoticed far behind enemy lines.

Her and Wilde went wayyy back. A decade ago, Wilde had very nearly caught her, but a lucky break-through in freezing water, then a near-death experience running away, had kept her free from custody. Since then, everybody had thought she was dead, drowned in the frozen lake in Canada.

But that was not the case.

Julia was BACK. And she meant business. She hadn’t placed herself at the center of the operation against her for nothing. Posing as Detective Wilde, Julia now had over a hundred police officers under her management. She could throw them off her trail, send them on wild goose chases… That was not her primary goal though.

There were two things that Julia needed to do before leaving. First, she had to get rid of the double agent. When Julia had caught Detetive Wilde, she knew the ‘new girl’ was no good. She had to dispose of Emily before she could reveal herself. Secondly, she had to make it seem like Wilde had deserted. She didn’t want anyone looking for her after she left. The only reason they weren’t looking now was because they all thought Wilde was still there.

Julia smiled as she tipped back towards the desk. She was in complete control, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Now, for the first part of her plan…

Wilde

The hood was ripped off of Wilde’s head, a bright light shining into her face. She squinted painfully into the darkness surrounding the light, trying to make sense of her situation.

For the past week she had been left in constant darkness. Having a sudden bright light shining was a shock. She had been left bound and gagged for the entire time, with the only exceptions being an occasional drink of water or juice. Wilde had endured torture and starvation before, but this was rough. Especially considering the bondage she was being put through. It had taken all her willpower thus far to keep from losing control.

After a solid minute of squinting, Wilde realized that there was no light being shined on her. It was just a room light, and she was sitting against a wall. ‘Sitting’ being a relative term. She was still tightly hogtied, wearing only spandex and laying on her stomach. Her face was wrapped in duct tape, a new addition from a couple days previous. Inside her mouth were her socks from a week ago, with a red harness ball gag keeping them in. Over the top of that were the wraps of tape.

Wilde had long since given up hope of anyone coming for her. She knew that even if the police force knew she was missing, they wouldn’t be able to track her down. But as far as she knew, the boss of the Syndicate was still masquerading as Wilde. While she was there, nobody would suspect that the real Wilde had been kidnapped.

Wilde looked around the room. It was a dingy basement with concrete walls. As her eyes continued to adjust, she saw that it was poorly lit, with a single bulb hanging over a wooden table in the center of the room. A small kitchen was set into the wall in a corner, next to a metal door.

Around the table sat five or six men, playing cards and talking quietly. Wilde watched as one more who was standing up pulled a chair and sat down next to them.

“There ya go boss, she can see now”, he said, glancing over towards Wilde. The others all swiveled their heads to look at Wilde, who glared back. “Now she knows all our faces though. I dunno why you wanted me to that.”

The ‘boss’ scoffed. “She’ll be fine. She ain’t going nowhere. Besides, I wanna look at her pretty face.” The man leaned over the table, crossing his hands with a hungry look in his eyes.

Wilde glared back at him, channeling as much contempt through her eyes as possible.

“I can’t believe the big boss wanted to take her place though. I dunno how she could, either. They look nothin alike”, one henchman said, looking at his cards.

“Didn’t she say she always wears a mask though. Nobody would see her face. And you were there, she can make her voice sound like anything.”

“Yeah, but still. Seems hella risky to me. Itd be like you or me just strolling into the station with a mask on and hopin that noone busted us.” He threw down his cards in annoyance.

“Eh. She’s way smarter than any of us combined. And she’s been givin us orders and such all week. Boss over here’s been gettin them messages.”

“That don’t mean nothin’.”

“It means she ain’t been captured yet.”

“What’s that mean? You want her to get captured?”

“You listen here-”

“GENTLEMEN!” the boss shouted. Wilde’s eyes were open in surprise. The quickness that the conversation had transformed from discussion to argument was shocking. These idiots must be really slow.

“Quit your arguing. Besides, I just got another message from the boss. She wants to know how the prisoner is doing.” Everyone turned their heads to look at Wilde, who gave them her usual glare.

“She seems fine, right boss?”

“Yeah, pretty average.”

“Maybe a lil’ thin but she’s doin’ fine.”

The men laughed as the boss sent the message. After a moment, his phone buzzed with a response.

“Alright, big boss says, ‘make sure you keep her fed, I don’t want her dyin’ on us. If it gives you any motivation, y’all can have some fun with her. Just make sure she’s fine when I get back. I want to have some of my own fun with her.’ “. All the men slowly turned their head towards Wilde, who now had a face more akin to fear.

“She really said we could have fun with her?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said, didn’t I?

“Yeah, but she never lets us touch the merch.”

“This ain’t merch though, ain’t it? This a cop who was snooping around.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I ain’t gonna question the big boss”, one of the men said, pushing his chair back with a loud scrape and standing up.

“Yeah, me neither!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

As the men approached Wilde, her eyes grew in fear. What little strength she had left she used to feebly struggle against her bonds as her muffled cry echoed around the cellar.

Julia

It had now been two weeks since she had taken Wilde’s place. Julia sat in Wilde’s chair with her feet up on Wilde’s desk, texting on her phone. This was her own phone, not Wilde’s. This was secured to her contacts back in the syndicate.

Julia tapped her nails in frustration as she read another text from her second-in-command. Managing the entire syndicate from afar, via text, was something she had not guessed to be as difficult as it was now. Especially since everyone she worked with was effectively braindead. She needed to spell out instructions every time she corresponded. And by spell out, she meant SPELL OUT. Every single little thing that happened needed to be explained in full by Julia.

Her fingers tapped irritably on the screen as she wrote another text. 

– How is the prisoner doing? Not too banged up I hope.

– She seems fine. We untied her arms and cuffed her instead. We don’t want her losing her hands.

Julia opened her eyes in panic.

– Did you restrain her hands? She can pick cuffs

– Of course, we ain’t that stupid. We gave her some of those mitten things.

Julia sighed in her chair.

– Good. Have you enjoyed her?

– Yeah, she’s been real fun to everyone. Especially since we ungagged her.

Julia raised her eyebrows.

– Why did you ungag her?

– It sucked pulling the tape off, then the harness, then the socks every time we fed her. Besides, she doesn’t talk anyways. Keeps us from using so much tape.

Julia thought for a moment.

– Put the ball gag back in place, but you don’t need the tape. I want her to be as uncomfortable as possible, considering our history.

– Right away boss.

Julia smiled to herself happily, snapping her phone closed. She tipped back further in her chair, relaxing. Once Julia got out of here, she would have her own fun with Wilde. Julia frowned as she thought about how she would compromise Emily. She wanted her as a prize as well, but the opportunity had yet to present itself.

Julia shook the thoughts away and returned to the idea of Wilde, restrained and gagged in one of the syndicate’s cellars. She smiled as she thought about the moment she would leave the station and finally get to have some fun with Wilde again. And she was looking forward to it.

Wilde

Wilde swallowed the forkful of meat that the woman in front of her had just fed her. Wilde glared at her, flushing brightly. She tried to ignore her glare as she pushed the fork into the stew and raised it back up to Wilde’s face. Wilde had had enough. When the plastic fork went into her mouth, Wilde bit down hard, snapping the prongs of the fork off in her mouth.

“What the- HEY!” the woman shouted, tugging the fork back. She looked dismally at the broken end of the fork as Wilde swallowed the stew. “Well, if you don’t want to eat, then you don’t have to!”

Wilde glared at the girl as she tightened a harness ball gag around her head again. As she got a roll of duct tape out, Wilde rolled her eyes. Many of Wilde’s meals had ended this way. Wilde would lash out and do something rebellious, then she would get treated to the gag again. Her captor must have been really frustrated: she hadn’t been given a tape gag in a while. It was just her and the woman in the cellar, the same cellar that she had been stuck in for the past four weeks.

Luckily for her, about two weeks before, the criminals had untied her arms and simply cuffed her to the wall. Wilde’s hands were pinned behind her back, the cuff chain looped through a metal ring bolted to the concrete wall. Her hands were trapped inside tight leather mittens that robbed her of her dexterity. Her fingers were pinned down into tight fists. Wilde had had a moment of excitement when they had cuffed her since she could pick cuffs easily. But when the mittens had gone on, her sudden hope had disappeared.

“Ah, that should do it!” the woman said, brushing off her hands and stepping back to survey her work. Wilde sat on the concrete floor, wearing the same spandex she had been wearing. It was warm in the cellar, but she often felt herself shivering on the concrete floor. Her legs were bound in a frog-style with leather belts that had padlocks on the buckles. The red ball forced her mouth open wide, pressed further in from the tape. She had been gagged almost nonstop for the past month, so her jaw was starting to get used to the position.

The gag itself didn’t do much to silence her, Wilde hardly said anything anyways. Wilde knew that if the boss had ordered it, she only wanted the embarrassment. To Wilde’s frustration, it was working. Every time the gag had come off so she could be fed, and when it went back on, Wilde blushed fiercely. The only reason she continued to stare down her captors was her defiance against them. They had attacked her for the past four weeks to try to break her spirit, but Wilde still held onto the hope of escaping. They wanted her to turn into a little submissive bondage girl, and Wilde would do everything in her power to prevent that.

Wilde stared down the woman as she sat back at the table and opened a magazine. The girl felt Wilde’s glare and occasionally glanced over to confirm she was still staring at her. She was clearly uncomfortable with it, and it made Wilde feel good to know she was upsetting her.

After five minutes of staring at the side of her head, the woman closed her magazine and stood up, making for the door. She quickly slammed it shut behind her, bolting it closed. Wilde smirked as much as one can smirk with a 2-inch red ball in their mouth. Even bound and gagged, she still was able to intimidate a criminal into leaving, just from a look.

Alone in the cellar, Wilde didn’t hesitate to test out her theory. From behind the ball gag, Wilde moved her tongue around her mouth, feeling the three or four different fork tongs that she had broken off. She had hidden them when the gag had gone back in, but now she had a small tool.

Unfortunately for her, the gag left her no way to get the tools out of her mouth. If it were just the ball, she would be able to push them over the edges, but the tape sealed it all tightly… Wilde had to bide her time for just a little longer…

Emily

It had now been a month since Wilde had been undercover, and something major had finally presented itself. During a routine traffic stop, officers were forced to arrest a man for trying to run. They had then found large amounts of rope, leather gear and other bondage material in the trunk of a car. Additionally, his cell phone contained dozens of conversations with different people, all of which were assumed to be in the bondage syndicate. The man was refusing to talk in the station, but his messages had plenty of information.

“Who is this ‘prisoner’ that they keep talking about?” Emily asked. Her, Wilde, and the police chief were sitting down at one end of a conference table, passing around print-outs of the conversations between each other. It was late at night, around midnight. “It’s referenced in six of the conversations.”

“They must have a kidnapped person just lying around”, the chief said. “I don’t know why though, the last kidnapping was at least two months ago. Normally they move on to a new victim pretty quickly.”

“What do you think, Wilde?” Emily asked, eager to include her friend in the conversation. Over the past month, Emily had made progress on Wilde. She had lost the battle over the mask, but she had slowly gotten her to open up in talking more.

“I think they probably kidnapped someone recently, but they haven’t been reported missing yet. That’s why we don’t know about it”, Wilde said, showing the results of Emily’s work.

“But some of these messages go back a whole month! Only a few days after you went undercover… Surely someone would have been reported missing by then”, Emily replied, staring at the messages spread out on the table. Wilde remained silent.

“I’m not sure what all this means, but I for one am tired”, the chief said suddenly, pushing his chair back. “I don’t know about you young ladies, but my bedtime is usually 8 o’clock. It is well past then. I don’t think this is too pressing, do you?”

“It’s the first breakthrough we’ve had in a month. I’m going to stay up”, Wilde said, turning her head towards Emily. Her mask concealed her face, but Emily knew that Wilde hoped she would stay too.

“I think I’m going to stay also. Maybe we can still find something.” Wilde nodded. Emily knew she was smiling underneath.

“Alright, well hopefully you find something. I find that fresh eyes help me, so I’m gonna go do that.” The chief left, and Wilde and Emily listened to the door close behind him.

The pair sat in silence for some time, looking over the copies of the messages. Unusually, Wilde suddenly spoke, which she rarely did without being asked a question, even after being slowly brought out by Emily.

“It is late, I’m tired”, she said matter-of-factly.

“Oh! Yeah…” Emily was disappointed. She thought she had read Wilde’s ‘expression’ correctly, but it seemed she was wrong.

“I think I’m going to head home”, Wilde said, pushing her chair back. Emily copied her, stretching her arms wide. Wilde stared at her as she did so.

“Alright, I will too then. Maybe Chief was right, fresh eyes will help…”

Wilde watched Emily stretch her back, pushing her chest forward. Emily hadn’t picked up on it before, but she had realized that Wilde would catch glances of Emily whenever she moved around or stretched. She had associated it with her paranoia and her need to know what was going on, but Emily had noticed it happening more and more.

“Hey, uhh, this might sound weird, but,” Wilde started out in a very un-Wilde-like manner, “I was thinking you could come over to my place?”

Emily’s eyebrows rose as a look of shock filled her face. “What?” This was one of the last things she expected out of Wilde.

“Yeah. I… did want you to stay. Just, not for… this”, she said awkwardly, her mask pointing towards the ground. She was visibly refusing to make eye contact, even with the mask preventing it from being made..

Emily quickly got over her shock. “Yeah, of course!” she said happily. Emily was pleasantly surprised. She had noticed that their friendship had been growing, but she didn’t know Wilde wanted her to come over. Not that she was upset by the request. Emily was rather happy that Wilde had asked.

The pair left the room, Wilde walking stiffly down the stairs and Emily’s mind buzzing with excitement.

Julia

Julia smirked beneath the mask as she led the way out of the police station. She had been slowly manipulating Emily into thinking she was ‘into’ her, and now her efforts had come to fruition. Her ‘glances’ at Emily while she was stretching were all part of the plan. She had played the embarrassed, uncomfortable part of asking Emily back to her house perfectly. Julia knew that Emily was plenty ‘interested’ in ‘Wilde’, and it had only taken a little bit of nudging to get her to think it was mutual.

Julia of course felt nothing for Emily beyond the feeling of a rival. She would have fun with Emily once she kidnapped her, her and Wilde both.

As Julia got in her car and pulled away, watching Emily following in the rear-view mirror, she laughed. It had taken a month, but that didn’t bother her. She loved the hunt, the baiting, the sense of security she could create at will. And finally, after all this time, the moment of action was quickly approaching.

Wilde

It had taken the better part of an hour, but Wilde had managed to rub the duct tape gag partially off her mouth. A small gap was exposed on the side that, carefully pushing the fork prong around the ball, she was able to get out of her mouth. Wilde knew that nobody would be visiting her for a while, so she had put her plan into action.

With a final effort and a small grunt, the plastic prong fell to the ground with a small click. Wilde quickly pushed it towards her back with her knees, towards where her hands were cuffed to the wall. Even though her hands were locked inside leather mittens, robbing her of her dexterity, her toes were not. Wilde carefully pinched the plastic prong between her big toe and the next one and, behind her back, began to poke at the cuffs.

After five minutes of carefully maneuvering her foot, Wilde felt the prong slide into the small keyhole. While still in her mouth, Wilde had bent the tip to stick out, similar to handcuff keys. Groaning in effort, feeling her foot begin to cramp, Wilde twisted the prong in the cuffs. To her relief, the mechanism inside gave way. Wilde ripped her hand forward, mitten and all. Twisting her wrist, the cuffs slipped through the D-ring on the wall, freeing her other hand.

Wilde very nearly shouted for joy. It was the first time in a month that her arms had been free, even with her hands still in the mitts. Wilde quickly pushed the belts around her legs off, not needing to unlatch the buckle. Wilde jumped up and immediately fell back down, her legs seized up.

Wilde groaned through her gag as her hands flew up to her mouth. There was no way she was getting the tape off, nor the leather harness, with her hands balled up. Wilde dragged herself painfully, feeling her body cramp in a dozen ways that she didn’t know was possible. She had been bound for so long, her body had forgotten how to work.

Wilde pushed herself across the floor towards the door. She knew it was locked, but she could still wait in ambush.

Settling herself just behind the door, Wilde began to focus on making her body work again. If someone entered now, she would be hard-pressed to beat them in a duel. Beginning with her legs, Wilde slowly extended her leg out, then brought it back in, working on warming the muscles up. It didn’t take long for her to work the major kinks out. Repeating the motion with her other leg, Wilde was able to stand up in under thirty minutes, and was back to walking around the room in another 30.

There was nothing in the room Wilde could use to get the mittens off her hands. They used actual keys, not the handcuff keys that had easily pickable locks. Wilde attempted to pick the mittens, but they used a completely foreign mechanism. Her gag was just as impossible to remove.

After getting her body back to moving and throwing a few practice punches, Wilde settled back down behind the door, ready to wait in ambush…