Special Agent Emily is walking into a bondage trap, while Detective Wilde is about to escape from her own. Will Julia, the bondage-addicted villain, have time to kidnap Emily before Wilde makes it in time to warn her?

This is the final installment in a 4-part series I've been writing. To see the first part, click here! For other parts, scroll down to the description!

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

Emily

Emily followed Wilde into her apartment. It was completely foreign to Emily, she had never been there before. She was shocked to see that it was far from organized. Clothes were strewn about on the floor, papers were piled on the table, a half-eaten pizza was sitting on the counter… Wilde had always acted like a drill sergeant in her daily life, Emily naturally assumed her home would be tidy and neat. Interestingly, the only clean spot was in the center of the floor, a circle roughly 10 feet in diameter.

“Well, uhh, you can sit here if you want…” Wilde stammered, quickly pushing a pile of papers off a chair. Even with the mask, Emily knew Wilde was blushing. Her body posture, her sudden stuttering, everything screamed uncomfort.

“Thank you!” Emily said happily, taking a seat. She tried to appear as relaxed as possible, to try to get Wilde to relax as well. In reality, Emily’s head was buzzing with excitement. Ever since Wilde had started to talk more, Emily had always felt a fluttery feeling inside whenever she was near her. And Wilde had finally invited her to her apartment. What else could that mean, other than that Wilde felt the same way to Emily? Paired with the nervousness Wilde was expressing, Emily was almost certain of what Wilde was trying to do.

Wilde sat down in another chair, the papers on which had now joined the growing pile on the floor. She sat stiffly, her arms at her sides, avoiding making eye contact. Wilde’s mask, concealing her entire face, was tilted to the side, clearly showing the lack of directness. Emily hadn’t seen Wilde’s face for an entire month, she had been completely dedicated to the mask ever since her mission had been compromised. Wilde was convinced that someone who knew her face had warned the Bondage Syndicate that she would try to infiltrate an exchange, so she now kept her physical identity kept in utter secrecy.

“So, how’s it going…?” Emily started off, smiling happily. She knew Wilde felt awkward and, Emily guessed, had never had a friend over.

“Fine”, she replied punctually. Wilde was always straight to the point, which was one of the reasons it was so awkward now.

Emily sighed. “Alright, we gotta teach you how to talk to people. You invite someone over, and then tell them ‘fine’? That won’t get you any dates, that’s for sure”, Emily said, hinting a little bit.

Wilde groaned. “I can talk to people just fine.”

“What, like you did just now?”

“Yeah.”

“...you’re proving my point.”

Wilde sat for a moment, then sighed. “OK, maybe you’re right…”

Emily laughed. “Just relax, alright? I’m relaxed, see?” Emily leaned back lazily in her chair, propping her arm on the desk, carefully navigating around a half-eaten sandwich. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Wilde took a deep breath and paused. Emily knew she was winding up.

“Can we do that bondage thing again?”

Emily’s smile froze and was quickly replaced by a frown. That is not what she was expecting. “W- What?”

Wilde put her head in her hands, speaking very quickly. “That bondage thing you did a while ago, can we do it again? I want to do it again…” Wilde trailed off, as if she regretted saying it in the first place.

“Wh- yeah!” Emily recovered, getting over her shock. “Yeah, of course! I thought you didn’t really like it but, if you’ve changed your mind…” Emily was instantly much happier. In her private life, Emily was a rigger: she tied up people in shibari poses whenever she and her friends ‘had fun’ once a week. Due to the case, she hadn’t been able to join them for over a month, however. If Wilde was not only interested in Emily, but also in bondage? Emily could hardly contain her excitement. The luck!

“You… you aren’t… upset?” Wilde asked slowly, taking her head out of her hands.

“What? Of course not! No, I’m excited! You know my history, so you could not be in better hands!”

Wilde looked up fully, visibly relaxing. “Oh, thank goodness. I wasn’t sure how you would take it…”

“No! I get it, bondage usually gets a bad rap, but it’s actually super wholesome, if done correctly. Some of the best experiences I’ve had in my life have been in a really deep bondage session.”

Wilde smiled under her mask. Emily couldn’t see it, but the relief dripped from her words. “Thank you Emily, it means a lot… I think I have some stuff around her somewhere…” Wilde stood up and looked around the table, identifying a plastic bag. Inside were several brand-new coils of rope and rolls of tape. Emily smiled when she saw it.

“You’ve been planning for this for a while, haven’t you?”

Wilde glanced over sheepishly. “...yeah”

Emily laughed and patted her on the back. “The great detective, and you’re embarrassed asking me back to your apartment? You never cease to amaze me!”

Wilde laughed anxiously. “I, uhh… could you teach me how to… uhh, do what you do?”

Emily paused. “Oh, you want me to teach you how to tie someone up?”

Wilde nodded carefully. 

Emily was a little disappointed. She usually took the dom role, but that was fine. She had worn her fair share of restraints. “Alright, well, it looks like you got the right stuff. Nylon rope is good, soft on the body…”

Julia

Julia listened as Emily rambled about bondage basics. She kept her face studiously posed, even with the mask. She was too close to victory to let anything go wrong. She was convinced she could take Emily in a fight, but she didn’t want to risk it. If she could trick Emily into letting her tie her up… that would be the icing on the cake.

Julia could hardly contain herself. She had played the role of Wilde for an entire month, slowly manipulating Emily into this moment. With the mask hiding her face, all Julia had had to do was match Wilde’s voice and actions. Those were easy for her. But the real skill had been in the painfully slow progress she had made on Emily, getting her to trust her, getting her to depend on her, getting her to be ‘interested’ in her…

“Alright, what do you want to start with?” Emily asked. Julia maintained her acting of WIlde: sheepish, tentative, scared to overreach, etc.

“Well, I… uhh, I looked up some things a little bit ago… could we start with a, uhh… a box tie…?” Julia trailed off, pretending to be super uncomfortable with using ‘bondage words’. Emily didn’t react.

“Yeah, that’s probably good! It’s pretty simple, just two loops around the chest, and one to hold your wrists behind your back…” Emily said, purposely being encouraging. She seemed to have noticed ‘Wilde’s’ discomfort and was offsetting it in any way she could.

Emily handed Julia a length of rope and watched as she handled it. Emily whistled softly between her teeth as Julia expertly found the halfway point of the rope and looped it on itself, pulling it tight into a single length, two ropes thick. “You have been watching some videos.”

Julia shrugged embarrassingly. “I try to be prepared…”

Emily laughed, glad to see that ‘Wilde’ was starting to open up more. She turned around and crossed her wrists behind her back, offering them to Julia. “Alright, let’s see what else you’ve learned from the video!”

Julia smiled deviously behind the mask. If she could cackle without getting caught, she would have. Emily was too trusting. She pulled the length of rope tight, slowly approached Emily from behind…

Wilde

Special Detective Wilde sat on the floor of the concrete cellar, rubbing at her gag with her mitted hands. She had broken out of the worst of her bondage: she was free of the wall and her extremities were freed, but her gag was still in place and her hands were still balled up inside the leather mitts. Wilde groaned as the ball gag beneath the layers of tape stretched her jaw. The leather straps encircling her head rubbed in weird spots, places she was still not used to after wearing one on and off for an entire month.

Wilde’s mobility was restored, now all she needed was for the door to be unlocked. Her captor from before would be back eventually, and Wilde would be ready for her when she came through.

Wilde suddenly heard footsteps. They echoed underneath the metal door and Wilde quickly got ready to pounce. She only heard one set of footsteps, which was good. She could probably take two or three people, but any more than that and she would be crushed by sheer numbers.

Wilde crouched down next to the door as the heavy deadbolt was slid backwards, unlocking the door. It swung inwards towards Wilde, who hid in its shadow. The girl from before walked in, closing the door behind her, looking at the floor and whistling to music playing in her headphones. Taking an old fashioned key from her belt and locking it, she swung around to look at the D-ring on the wall where Wilde had been fastened. Seeing she was gone from where she had previously been shackled, the girl froze. She whipped around to stare at the corner behind the door, cast in shadow, where Wilde’s eyes glinted in the dark with hatred.

Wilde rubbed her aching jaw with her newly-freed hands. Her captor-turned-captive had had the keys on her belt to not only the padlocks on her gag, but also the mittens. Wilde glanced behind her to look at the woman who now wore the same things Wilde had worn: she was cuffed to the D-ring, her legs pinned in a frog tie with shackled belts, her face wrapped in duct tape, the leather straps of the harness gag peeking through every now and then. She was unrecognizable: her face was wrapped in tape, she was blindfolded, gagged, and her spandex that she had been wearing under her clothes (that Wilde now wore) matched Wilde’s exactly. Hopefully, it would be a few hours before someone bothered to check and see if it was actually Wilde still restrained. As an afterthought, Wilde had thrown the headphones over the girl’s ears, shutting her out from knowing if anyone had arrived.

Wilde stepped out of the room, deadbolting the door behind her. The ring of keys swung at her hip and she crept through the hall, looking for an exit. Luckily, the building seemed to be deserted.

Taking a flight of stairs, Wilde ran into her first guard. With a quick throat jab and a hand clamped over his mouth, Wilde rested him gently on the floor, careful to not let his body make a sound. She inched onwards, leaving him snoring quietly.

Wilde subdued three more guards in this manner before finding an exit. Sprinting out into the cool night air, Wilde breathed in the heavy scent of outside. She felt like celebrating, like she should jump for joy. Looking at the stars, she hadn’t seen them for an entire month. It was overwhelming: she never realized how good freedom felt.

‘Don’t celebrate now’ Wilde told herself. ‘You still have a job to do’. Hoping to find a map or a phone, Wilde took off into the night, running towards the nearest lights.

Emily

“Dang, you’re kind of good at this…” Emily said, testing the ropework. It had only taken a few minutes of coaching, but Wilde seemed to be a natural. Emily was standing in the clear spot of the floor, her upper body comfortably wrapped in rope, in an impressive box tie, regardless of Wilde being a beginner. The nylon rope sat against Emily’s blouse above and below her breasts, with lengths stretching over her shoulders, tightening everything together. Her wrists were crossed behind her back, pinned to the rest of the chest harness.

Wilde nodded as she pulled out another length of rope. “I told you, I watched some videos”, she said, her mask still concealing her face.

“Why don’t you take your mask off?” Emily asked, a little annoyed that they were finally bonding together privately, but she was still concealing her face. “I haven’t seen you in over a month without it on!”

Wilde looked up. She must have been smiling under the mask. “Maybe if you lie down like a good girl.”

Emily’s eyes flew open wide. ‘Well dang, she’s really getting into it!’ she thought.

“Pfft. You’ll have to make me…” Emily said slyly, turning her bound body side to side. It was time for the fun to begin…

Julia

Julia smiled under the mask at Emily’s reaction. The ‘good girl’ thing was a bit of a gamble, but it had paid off. Emily was completely hooked now. ‘She really thinks she’s gonna get action! HAHAHA!’ Julia thought to herself. She slowly approached Emily before giving her the sumo takedown treatment. Emily fell to the ground firmly, giving a little squeal of excitement. ‘Wow, she is down bad’ Julia thought again.

Julia flipped her over so her face was pushed into the ground. Going full dom-mode, she put a hand on Emily’s head and pushed it softly into the floor as she pulled Emily’s feet up towards her hands and started a hogtie.

Emily let out a little moan when she pushed her head down. ‘Dear god, is she moaning’ Julia thought to herself. ‘I didn’t realize she was this into it’. Julia was a bondage veteran herself, but this seemed like a little much. If it were her in Emily’s place, she wouldn’t be making all the fuss she was.

Julia quickly wrapped the nylon rope around Emily’s compliant ankles and knees. Feeling a little risque, she pushed Emily’s black skirt up a little. She was wearing normal secretary garb, the same stuff she had been wearing at the police station all day. Julia couldn’t help herself: she was feeling just a little aroused too. Emily wiggled a little and let out another moan, indicating she liked the treatment. ‘She is in for a nasty shock when I take the mask off’ Julia thought, finishing the hogtie.

She sat off of Emily’s back and let her wiggle about on the floor a little. Emily twisted around to look at Wilde. “So, have I been a good girl?” she asked with a pretend look of expectation.

‘Wilde’ sighed. “Yes, I suppose. I guess I can show you the real me now…” Emily laughed and wiggled, taking it as a joke. Oh, she was sooo in for a shock.

Wilde pulled the hood on her jacket down, then slowly rolled the top of the mask back. Emily watched expectantly, lulled into a melancholic state. She was comfortable, she was tied up happily, she was getting ready to get some action… Julia smiled, then ripped the mask down completely, revealing her face to Emily.

Wilde

Wilde stood at the counter of a 24-hour gas station, shouting into a phone. The attendant sat by idly, watching her from the corner of his eye.

“I already told you, she is not Wilde! I am!”

The chief, yawning widely, mumbled something into the phone.

“What?!”

“If this is just a prank call, I swear-”

“It is not a prank call, and I need you to listen closely. The woman that you think is Detective Wilde is not Dete-”

“Yeah yeah, you already said that. Is this Patty? Calling me at 1am is not the type of joke I find funny…”

“For the love of god, WHERE IS SHE!”

“Who, Patty? I reckon she’s fast asleep, unlike some of us…’

“Dear God…” Wilde thought for a moment. “Remember the snakes?”

There was silence on the other end. “...I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The hell you don’t. You made me swear to never tell anyone. You fell in a giant pit of snakes and one of them slithered up-”

“ALRIGHT! You’re Wilde, I believe it. Now, say everything again.”

Wilde cried out in frustration. She looked over at the attendant, who whipped his head back around, pretending to be uninterested in the conversation. As he began to shift about nervously under her glare, she held the phone back up to her ear. “I told you, the woman who says she is Wilde is not Wilde. And this is not a prank. I am deadly serious. She is the person I fought nearly 20 years ago in Ontario, and Emily is in grave danger. Where are they?”

“I left Wilde and Emily at the office, they were working on a major breakthrough we had together. But that was a couple hours ago, they could be anywhere now.”

Wilde swore. “Send out the word and get ‘Wilde’ arrested. If she is wearing a mask, it’s her. I won’t put it on until she is found.”

“I’m on it. What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to my apartment. If I’m lucky, she won’t have ruined everything yet. My gun is in the floorboards, she can’t have found it.”

“I will send a squadron to Emily’s place as well, to make sure she is secure.”

“Good. I’ll meet you at the office.” Wilde hung up and swung around to face the attendant, who was cowering in a corner, trying his absolute hardest to pretend he wasn’t listening in.

“You!”

The kid jumped like a cornered rabbit. “Me?”

“You got a car?”

He nodded shakily.

“Where’s the keys?”

The kid hesitated, reluctant to give them up. 

“It’s the keys, or I bust a window out.”

The kid sighed and tossed her the keys. The bell dinged as Wilde sprinted out of the store, the attendant looking after her sadly.

Emily

“Wait, you aren’t Wilde!” Emily cried, instinctively pulling away. The woman in front of her, dressed like Wilde, who had sounded like Wilde and acted like Wilde, was definitely not Wilde. It had been over a month since Emily had seen Wilde’s face, but she knew this was definitely not her. The hair color was different, for one, but everything in her face was wrong. A small glint of hope that it was just the lighting flashed through Emily’s brain, but the imposter stepped forward into a beam of light, dispersing all doubt.

“Of course I am! You just don’t remember me!” the woman said, her face showing the opposite of her words. She wore a triumphant smile: the look of someone who had won.

“No you aren’t! Wilde had brown hair, and her face wasn’t so…” Emily was at a loss. The woman was strikingly beautiful, but she couldn’t really say that then. “...wasn’t so ugly.”

The woman stopped, frowning. “If I were you, I wouldn’t insult me,” she said.

Emily was in a full-blown panic, pulling at her bonds to scoot away. Unfortunately, she of all people knew the effectiveness of the bondage she was in. Her arms were tied in a tight box tie, her legs lashed together and then in a hogtie. She prayed that the imposter had accidentally made an error in the ties, but she had yet to find one. “Who are you?”

The woman, looming over Emily’s helpless body, cackled. “I’m someone who has a score to settle. You were the mole in the Bondage Syndicate, correct?”

Emily didn’t answer, the pieces slowly coming together in her mind.

“Don’t answer that. I know you are. In fact, I should introduce myself. I’m the ‘boss’ you talked to on the phone the night Wilde went undercover.”

Emily paled even more than she had.

“Furthermore,” the woman slowly paced a circle around Emily, making her struggle to turn her body to keep up. “Furthermore, I’m the one who has been in Wilde’s place. That night when she was ‘compromised’? Well, she was definitely compromised. By me, I mean”, the lady pointed at herself as if Emily didn’t get it. “It’s been tough posing as her for the past month, but nobody ever suspected it. Wilde is so paranoid, her own protections against discovery are what got her kidnapped!” She shook her fist menacingly, emphasizing the point.

“Wh- where’s Wilde?” Emily stammered, finally understanding.

“Oh, she’s back at one of our safehouses. Has been for a month. As far as I know, my boys have been having some fun with her. If they followed my instructions, she should be bound to the wall with a ball gag and a whole bunch of wraps of tape over it,” the woman’s eyes glinted menacingly as she grinned at Emily. “I’ve known for a while how much she hates bondage. I hope she’s still just as uncomfortable when I get back with you!”

Julia

Julia suddenly noticed a light shining outside. Emily glanced towards the window, noticing it as well. “I wonder what that is…” Julia said. A shadow from the blinds swung across the room as a car turned around in the street, the light coming from different directions. Julia crossed over to the window and peeked behind the blinds, peering down.

Wilde’s apartment was on the second floor, so Julia saw the top of a car idling in front of the apartment building. As she watched, the driver got out and hurried up the steps, towards the building. Julia’s eyes widened in shock as she recognized who it was.

“How did she…” Julia spun around to stare at Emily. Emily had a triumphant look on her face.

“You better run, lady. Looks like a friend of mine is here!”

Julia froze, hard at thought. She quickly made up her mind, and she jumped into action, leaping towards Emily, who opened her mouth to shout for help.

Wilde

Wilde took the steps up to the second floor two at a time. She held a bobby pin and a safety pin in her hand: she didn’t have the keys to her apartment, so she would have to pick the lock.

Coming to the door, everything in the building felt normal. Wilde knelt down at the door and pushed a safety pin into the lock, twisting with the bobby pin from her other hand. After a few moments of fiddling, the lock yielded: Wilde twisted the tumbler, and pulled on the door handle.

The first thing she noticed was the smell. Wilde turned her head in shock as she looked around. She flipped on the light switch, revealing the entire apartment trashed. Wilde groaned in horror. Pizza boxes, dirty clothes, moldy food, and trash in general were strewn about the room, with the exception of a large clean spot in the center.

Wilde quickly got over her frustration and went for the closet. She whipped it open, revealing the not-much-cleaner inside. She leaned down and wedged her fingers under the floorboard at the very back. Pulling it up, a small black case was wedged between the floorboards.

At that moment, Wilde noticed a sound. She tilted her head, listening closely. It sounded like… crying? Screaming? Shouting? Wilde listened harder, and a slight creak sounded from behind her. She whipped around, eyes wide, and saw her sneaking up on her. It was the boss: the one who had taken Wilde’s place.

Wilde shouted and jumped backwards out of the closet as the woman pounced, lashing with a length of rope. She had planned to wrap it around Wilde’s neck. Wilde grabbed her hand and twisted the rope out of her hand, where it flew towards Wilde’s room, the door cracked.. The woman threw a punch and Wilde dodged backwards, sliding cleanly onto the floor and sweeping the woman’s legs. The woman recovered and pushed herself backwards towards the rope. She picked it up and slipped into the bedroom, grinning as she did so.

Wilde swing her head wildly, looking for something to use as a weapon. She saw a coil of rope, similar to Julia’s, sitting neatly in a ball on the floor. Wilde scooped it up and opened it, letting the ends trail by her feet.. She slowly approached the door to the bedroom, holding the rope out in front of her. Wrapping the rope around her hands, ready to pull it tight around the boss’s neck, she kicked the door in and peeked into the room.

On Wilde’s bed, Emily was kneeling, bound and gagged. She was hogtied, and her face was swaddled in tape. She was shouting something into the gag, but it was indiscernible. Her face was panicked, the boss holding the length of rope tight over Emily’s neck, threatening to choke her.

“What are you going to do now, Wilde?” the woman leered, cowering behind Emily. “Why don’t we all just calm down, and nobody gets hurt.”

Wilde took a deep breath, taking in the situation. “Why hide, Julia? Emily can’t do anything. Are you afraid you can’t take me in a fight?” Wilde shifted her stance, tightening the rope between her hands.

The woman thought for a moment. “What are you proposing?”

“One final fight. You and me, to the end.” Wilde’s eyes flicked around the room. Emily cried out into her gag, struggling against her bonds, her eyes bugging out wide.

Julia tilted her head and smiled. “I could be convinced. It’s been so long since we’ve had a proper fight, hasn’t it been?” she pushed Emily forward, her face falling flat into the bed with a grunt. She stepped around the bed, slowly approaching Wilde, wrapping the rope around her hands a couple more times, getting a good grip.

“I beat you last time, I can win again” Wilde taunted, walking backwards into the main room, away from Emily. She didn’t want Emily getting hurt with whatever might happen between the two.

“You’ve been stuck in a basement for the last month. I’ll take those odds!” Julia shouted, sprinting at Wilde.

Emily

For three furious minutes, Emily watched the shadows from the main room flashing against the walls of the bedroom. She heard the sounds of Wilde and Julia fighting hard, and as the fight wore on, Emily could tell someone was winning. Both women sounded the same, so she didn’t know who had won.

Finally, when the room fell quiet, the heavy breathing of one person, then the slow steps back towards the bedroom, Emily twisted in her hogtie, afraid of who would come through the doors.

It was Wilde.

Emily let out a loud cheer, tears running down her cheeks. Wilde limped towards Emily and collapsed onto the bed with her, where she began to untie her slowly. She undid the knot on Emily’s hands and her chest tie, then collapsed, exhausted, to let Emily untie the rest of herself.

As soon as Emily had pulled the tape off her face, she jumped atop Wilde and hugged her fiercely. Wilde limply returned it, still breathing heavily. She winced in pain as Emily accidentally pushed on her leg.

After untying the rest of her body, Emily jumped up and went straight for the phone. Entering the main room, she was scared to see the dead body of Julia, but was surprised to see her chest still rising, albeit passed out and restrained. Julia had her hands tied behind her back and her feet pulled up to her elbows in a rough hogtie. Wilde had slowly restrained her during the fight, then choked her out once she had the upper hand.

The police arrived a minute after Emily called. Julia was restrained more securely with cuffs and thrown in the back of a police car. Wilde was cared for in the back of an ambulance, and Emily sat with her awkwardly, nursing her wrists where Julia had cinched the rope. They sat together on the end of the ambulance, their feet dangling off the edge. Wilde groaned in pain as her painkillers slowly took effect.

She slowly tipped into Emily, resting her head on Emily’s shoulder. Emily’s eyes grew wide as she stiffened, the closeness feeling very unusual. She slowly relaxed as Wilde breathed deeply, closing her eyes in contentedness. Emily leaned into Wilde as well, letting out a sigh, smiling softly.