This story contains bondage, kidnapping/DiD, and other sexual themes. I recommend you turn away if that does not interest you.
Fiora wasn’t the type to simply lounge around at the pool on a warm day. She did not become a duelist with as high of a stature as she held without constant, vigorous practice. The only thing on her mind was how each lap kept her body toned, nimble, and ready for the next bout whenever she may need to fight it.
Though swimming wasn’t directly related to any sort of swordplay, it ensured she perfected many of the fundamental basics of the art. Maintaining form was vital in both, and with how quick she’d finished the last lap, she was certain that her backstroke was perfect. Her legs did not falter in their kicking for a moment, never stopping to take a rest until the lap was complete.
A cycle of swimming, proper rest, and repeat. That was how Fiora had planned on spending her day at the pool. Only now did her body begin to tire, after completing an endless number of laps, and as a glance into the sky told her the sun was just at its zenith, she finished her last lap of the set before pulling herself out of the pool.
As she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, Fiora took a gaze around the pool. There weren’t too many others here today, and Fiora was the only one to have been doing laps. Two of them hid under the same umbrella that covered their pool chairs, the red-haired lady seemingly enamored with herself as she sought out the perfect selfie, while the one with a more orange shade of hair turned the page of a book she’d removed the cover of. A pair of purple-haired ladies shared the other pool, using it for their own, separate desires. One of them rested on a pool floatie, and Fiora watched her take a sip of her drink before closing her eyes and rest, simply bathing in the sun. The other one had set up a volleyball net across her half of the pool, and was practicing her volleyball serve with a set of three balls. For a second, Fiora thought that the three volleyballs were floating around her, and that the woman herself seemed to be half-floating in the pool as well to prevent herself from sinking, but she simply shook her head before leaving. Clearly, the exhaustion acting upon Fiora’s mind was greater than that of her body.
She walked into the locker room, hidden away from the constant pounding of the sun, and was slightly cooler for it. As the door closed behind her, she noticed it was eerily silent. Usually, there’d be a few more than five people at the pool on a day like this, though she didn’t hear a single sound here, and there was no one else outside than the other four.
That being said, she had no reason to be upset about it. All that meant was that fewer fools would get in the way of her routine. Her steps echoed through the empty room as she walked towards her locker, only sitting down when she’d opened it and pulled a clean, white towel from it.
Fiora ran the towel along her arms, soaking up the little droplets of water that still resided on them. As she did, the sound of footsteps finally became audible in the locker room. She thought nothing of it, assuming that other people were just finally beginning to arrive. Of course, she had no reason to concern herself with them, and even as they grew closer, all the woman did was bring the towel to her head to dry her hair and face. Everything up until this point made complete sense in Fiora’s mind, even the fact that the footsteps were right behind her would be because the new arrivals probably wanted to use a full-sized locker rather than a half-one.
What she didn’t expect, was another pair of hands to press themselves against hers as she rubbed the towel against her face. The pair felt large and rugged, somewhat pulling the grand duelist’s head back as they secured their position. They clamped down tightly, and even as Fiora’s hands reflexively escaped the grasp, she was still blinded and hardly able to move thanks to the hold.
Of course, the next thing that came to mind was fighting back. Her arms swung back simultaneously, making an impact against some part of the assailant’s body. The blows were weak though, given their reactive nature, and Fiora was neither a fist-fighter nor was swinging them like this even an effective tactic. The mysterious assaulter seemed unfazed by them because of this, and all the attack ended up doing was leaving her arms unguarded and vulnerable.
“MMF!” She finally let out a grunt, this in response to another sudden grip catching her arm. The way her head was being held gagged her somewhat--one of her first assailant's hands was planted over her mouth, almost pushing the towel into it, while the other one was gripped firmly around her forehead to hold both the towel and her in place. Her efforts were directed towards her arm that was suddenly restrained, though she was entirely unsuccessful in freeing herself even as she planted her feet into the floor to try and give herself as best a stance as possible as she pulled and shook her body in resistance. The fact that her body still struggled to move even as she threw her strength against the grip on her head was concerning. Nothing she tried to free herself from any of her sudden assailants seemed to be working due to the difference in raw strength, and if this continued…
Dammit! The biggest advantages Fiora held over her opponents in a duel was her nimbleness and ability to recognize their weak spots. Not only were both of those taken away from her, but she’d hardly call this a fair duel! Two foes were aiming to subdue her, and just as she sent a blind fist towards the one holding her other bare arm-
No, there’s at least three! Her other arm was grabbed out of the air, pulled back, and slowly subdued in place like the other one with the grasp of two hands. Fiora’s calm tactics began to dissolve away when she realized the danger of the situation, slamming the open locker door inadvertently with her legs as she flailed them around, desperate to hit anything or loosen some grasp that they had on her. All she could do was feel what they were doing next: pulling her arms behind her back little by little, straining against what strength Fiora could still muster up in resistance. Her wrists were pushed against each other, and Fiora tried desperately to free herself still, certain that whatever they were planning couldn’t be good for her. The sound of something clinking against itself wasn’t Fiora’s primary concern until-
Zzztt! The grasp of her assailants' hands suddenly removed themselves from her wrists as the sound echoed through the locker room. Fiora obviously tried to pull her wrists apart now that she was finally free from their grip-
Her wrists wouldn’t budge. All she could feel was them pressing against cool… solid… metal?
Ironically, it clicked in Fiora’s mind just as the handcuffs had around her wrists. They’d used the pair of cuffs for a quick and easy way to restrain the duelist’s arms, and these weren’t just any ordinary handcuffs. It felt as though there was no length of chain between them, giving Fiora no slack in her resistive efforts. They clung tightly to her skin even when she wasn’t trying to escape them, and when she did, she could only succeed in throwing her bound arms around uselessly.
With her arms taken care of, everything after this would be easy enough. The two pairs of hands that no longer needed to worry about Fiora’s fearsome fingers focused on fighting the rest of her body that remained unbound. She felt two arms wrap around her midriff, making it easier to hold her to the bench while the other assailant worked on the rest of her restraints. Her legs still kicked wildly and randomly, a desperate effort that Fiora hoped would prevent them from binding her legs and subduing any possible resistance almost entirely. But given how hard she had just exerted them in the pool, her movements were beginning to slow. She heard one of them open a locker, zipping open some kind of bag. Unbeknownst to Fiora, it contained the rest of the restraints that would be tied on her.
It would only be a matter of time before her legs grew weak, unable to do anything but tug against the grip that came upon her ankles as they were slowly but surely pulled together. The rope brushed against her legs a few times before it began to tighten around her. She felt loop after loop coil around her ankles, now too tired to do anything but lightly pull against the thick ropes and the iron grip that held them in place. Once that knot was secured, the bindings continued up her legs. A coil above and below her knees, and in combination with the one tied around her thighs, she was rendered almost entirely immobile. Even if she did break free somehow, hopping around on these wet floors would be a risky endeavor.
For the kidnappers, the tension in the room had begun to ease. Fiora was definitely one of the targets they’d have the most difficulty securing, as if she’d ever gotten free from their surprise attack… well, they knew it wouldn’t end well for them. But now, they could do things that they could only ever dream of.
Fiora’s resistance was reinvigorated when she felt one of the hands clasping her midriff tightly begin to slide up. His palm pressed down a little harder as it crossed over her striped bikini, before settling into a series of gropes. With the towel still semi-gagging her, there was nothing she could do but grunt and shake her body as their fingers invaded her body. Though this alone was enjoyable for him, a devious idea formed in one of the kidnapper’s heads. He began to loosen the strings at the back of Fiora’s bra, which really set off her struggles before-
“Fair warning.” He spoke, as she continued to struggle. “I’m only loosening this a little. I won’t take it off, but if you plan on struggling any more…”
Her struggling ceased as she felt the garment loosen ever so slightly around her chest. It was an impossible choice: endure these brutes’ touch or humiliate herself further and expose herself. Either way, it felt… dishonorable.
For now, she stopped her resistance entirely, figuring that she couldn’t go back on that decision if she let it come loose. Smiling, the man began to grope her once more, and she silently endured it without a struggle. Of course, they held no shortage of crueler ideas.
“Moan for more of my touch, or I’ll cut off your shorts and use them as your gag.” One of them said. Her cheeks flushed red at the thought, which was thankfully hidden underneath the towel. She couldn’t possibly…
The sound of scissors snapping was held right beside her ear. A few snaps, before she heard them begin to descend…
“mmm…” Fiora quietly let out.
“What was that? I couldn’t *quite* hear you?” One of them said, as his groping harshened, squeezing roughly. She could hear the clicking of the scissors again and swallowed her pride.
“MMM!” She screamed, eliciting cackles from the men surrounding her.
“That’s all it takes to subdue the great Fiora Laurent, is it? As much as I’d like to see how far we can take this… there are a few other dames we have to worry about.”
The towel that had first assaulted Fiora’s face was removed, and before she could let out a flurry of insults, a damp, smaller towel was forced between her teeth and tied around her head. It was a much more effective gag as it didn’t just simply cover her mouth, and silenced her grunts and moans.
She could see and feel the men picking her up, and she struggled lightly, still well aware of the looseness of her top. The woman was carried only a short distance before being pushed and put down into a locker. Her fate was obvious.
The locker door slammed shut behind her, and she heard the clicking of a lock immediately after. She slammed her body against the door, but the force was unable to even budge the door open an inch.
She was nice and secured… and wouldn’t be too much of a disturbance as they secured the rest of the ladies.
*****
Leona’s eyes glanced up from her book as she saw three men exit the change rooms. For a second, she swore that they left through the women’s, but she hadn’t been paying enough attention to be certain. It was a little odd that there were so few people at the pool today, though that seemed to be changing with the arrival of these three, even if that swimmer had just left.
The three men began walking towards Leona. She turned over to Sarah, the two of them sharing a smile as they approached.
“Should I tell them to scram, or do you need a bit of entertainment better than your phone?” Leona asked, putting down her book.
“Hmm… the one on the left’s cute enough. Might be fun to lead him on a little.”
Leona chuckled softly as they approached. One of them gave the girls a slight wave before speaking.
“Might I be blessed with your names, fair maidens?” The one on the right said.
Great. One of those guys. Leona picked up her book as she mumbled her name.
“Lovely. And you, with the sparkling red hair? Miss..?”
A slight blush came over Sarah’s face, though Leona could never tell if she could do it on will or if it actually was a natural response. “Fortune. Or--just Sarah.”
“How fitting. I feel as though my fortunes have turned around just by meeting you.” The other two guys shot a glare towards him as the cheesy line exited his lips. Of course, Sarah acted as though she ate it all up.
“Oh, you don’t mean that!” She responded, with a giggle. “So, are you boys here to swim, or chat?”
“Ah, well, swim but… we always go to the steam room first. Relax the muscles before and after the workout, y’ know?”
He began to turn away, before slowly turning back to Sarah. “Y’know, there’s plenty of room in there for a pair of ladies as beautiful as yourselves. Would you care to join us?”
“I don’t think I’d mind a good steam, either. Leona?”
She shook her head. “I’ll simply stay with my book, thanks.”
Sarah got up and followed the men with a smile, chatting with the one she called cute along the way. Her hat, shades, and phone were all left on her seat as she slowly exited Leona’s view as the group entered the vaporous room. It was odd that the men didn’t do the same, carrying their bags that held… what? Goggles, pool toys with them? She couldn’t imagine why you’d need any of those in a steam room.
Leona turned page… after page… after page of her book. How long did people need to steam for? She’d continuously shot glances over to the room, unable to see what was going on in there, but she was certain that no one had left it. She brought her body up, as if standing up while watching the door would change something. Eventually, she had no choice but to approach the room herself, her concern for Sarah growing deeper by the minute. Leona pulled the door open carefully, gazing inside. All the Solari lady saw was a thick fog, the steam making it impossible to see further than a few feet ahead. She entered the room, looking around as best she could as she called out “Sarah?”
There was a sound, but it wasn’t a clear response. Like… it was muffled. She moved towards it, looking straight ahead as she tried to find the source of it as it got louder...
She barely caught her stance as she stumbled, realizing that she’d almost tripped over something. Leona looked down-
It was Sarah, and the sight before Leona shocked her. Rope covered her body, holding her arms behind her back and bound her legs to one another. The two bound parts were connected, forming a hog-tie that made it so she could do nothing but wiggle around on her stomach as her bonds held her so. The more she gazed at her body, the more rope she found: a harness over her swimsuit, a length around her waist and crotch! And some rubber ball was shoved into her mouth, held in place by leather straps which were what caused her voice to be reduced to nothing more than these muffled sounds.
“Sarah! W-Who-”
The shock of the sight had caused Leona to forget that there should be three other men lurking in the steam room until it was too late. She was suddenly attacked from every direction, the men easily able to discern where she was thanks to her voice. They grasped her body, pulling her down as well as she struggled underneath their grip. Forced onto her stomach by the fall, one of them climbed on top of her body to hold her down while helping the others wrestle with her arms.
“H-HE-AMMFGH!” Her instinctive cry for help was prepared for, and a cloth was shoved into her mouth before a piece of tape was placed over it. It silenced her voice to a level where there was no chance of it escaping the room, and if she didn’t fight these freaks off then…
Neither would she.
Though Leona was strong, she wasn’t a match for the force of three men seeking to subdue her, especially when they’d already gotten on top of her. A roll of tape was pulled around one of her wrists, straining until it met the other behind her back. They quickly reinforced the binding with a few extra loops around her wrists, but even as they secured it…
It almost looked like she could break free of it, if she continued to forcefully pull and tug at it with such strength! Her elbows were taped together as well, keeping her arms in position for the real restraint they prepared for Leona.
Physically speaking, they knew Leona would be the most difficult to subdue, which is why they had gotten such a strict item ready for her. A sleeve of thick leather was pulled over her arms, and the man on top of her quickly began lacing it up. The leather tightened around Leona’s arms until it was painfully constricting, certainly uncomfortable for her shoulders with how ruthlessly it forced her arms together. The straps of the armbinder were pulled around her shoulders and chest, securing the item on Leona’s body as the buckles were secured. A few small padlocks were even locked around the buckles to ensure that not even outside help could free her from the item.
Restraining her legs took the effort of all three of the men. With her arms successfully bound and her mouth gagged, her powerful kicks were the only real resistance she could still put up against the men, and it was difficult for the wind to not get entirely taken out of the men when one struck them. It was a careful process: one of them held her down in place as usual, while the other men focused on subduing a leg each. Once they each got a grip, they poured their entire strength into pushing each one down into the ground, forcing them together until they could use a pair of strict cuffs around her enacts to secure Leona in her rigorous bondage.
All that was left was to ensure that, just like Sarah, she could be left here for a little while before they tied up the two remaining loose ends. A single chain connected the ring on the end of Leona’s armbinder to the links on her ankle cuffs, hog-tying her in a much stricter version of Sarah’s predicament. There was little she could do at this point besides thrash in her bonds, the same way Sarah had for who knows how long. Though her body bumped against the redhead’s multiple times in their shared struggles, what could they do? Leona’s fingers weren’t escaping the leather embrace, and Sarah Fortune couldn’t loosen her own, and certainly not what they’d forced upon Leona.
Of course, it wasn’t just the bonds that subdued their struggles. The steam room was still quite a hot place, and having so much of their bodies pulled against itself in such tight, stringent bonds only made it feel all the more hotter to the two captives. Sweat was beginning to pour down their foreheads, and struggling was a much more exhausting activity than it should be. Though Sarah had largely submitted thanks to how much longer she’d been trapped in the heat, Leona still pushed herself against her bonds, pulling and fighting as best she could even against the overwhelming odds stacked against her.
Her eyes turned up from the tiled floor to see one of the men kneeling in front of the two ladies.
“While the other two finish up, I’m just going to keep a nice and close eye on you. Which includes checking your restraints… and making sure you’re not hiding anything that could help with your escape.”
He started with Sarah, ardently looking down at her swimsuit that exposed her cleavage even from this angle. She was flipped onto her side so that he could get a full-frontal view of the woman, smiling as he gazed upon every visible inch of her body. His hands began to snake onto her swimsuit, pressing down, as if he was feeling for something that may be hidden under it. Of course, this began with her breasts, to which he took his time with, cupping and feeling at first, until it devolved into blatant groping and squeezing. His fingers slid underneath the window of her swimsuit, getting a direct feel at her soft, squishy curves, digging his fingers in as he gropes grew more audacious. Sarah tried to pull away, but the rope around her body was simply too inhibiting to do anything but struggle slightly. The groans and vivid displeasure was mostly drowned out by her gag, though the tiny sounds that did escape to his ear only brought satisfaction.
Of course, there was no chance that the kidnapper would simply let one of their bodies go to waste. His hands retreated from Sarah as his gaze turned towards Leona, a different type of touching in mind for the woman who still visibly resisted against her bonds. He untied the orange towel that had been covering her upper thighs and waist, smiling as he began to rub the curves that Leona had hidden. The ferocious scowl that Leona sent over her shoulder did not go unnoticed by the man, who smiled at the opportunity presented to him.
“Now, now. You’ve been nothing but a pain to deal with. I think it’s time I reciprocate a little.”
She saw his hand reach into the air before her eyes instinctively closed-
SMACK!
Even though Leona was used to taking a lot of punishment in battle, this one stung. She could attribute it to the firm slap meeting her bare skin, as she was used to her armor always taking the brunt of the blow. But it wasn’t just a physical sting… no, in battle, she could always hit back.
This time, she could do nothing but take it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She was forced to endure a trio of slaps, and her eyes remained shut as she took them. The physical pain was still nothing to understate, but it stung just as hard when she opened her eyes ever so slightly only to see Sarah’s horrified face.
“Learned your lesson, yet?” The man asked, cackling slightly as he moved away from Leona’s bottom and towards her face. She thought for a moment, and realized there was only one way she could fight back.
She shook her head as she made an angered grunt, closing her eyes when she saw his hand rise once more.
*****
The volleyball splashed against the water, hitting just the corner of the pool where Syndra had aimed. It tumbled around a bit before eventually settling, floating on the water and drifting away from the corner.
Then, the ball began floating in the air. It rose a few feet before moving towards Syndra, traveling over the net before finding its place right by her side.
Was it a little unfair to play volleyball with psychic powers? Perhaps so, but no tournament she’d been to had specifically disallowed them. And until then, she’d keep using them to her advantage in the sport. Though she was in the deepest end of the pool, her waist stayed above the water effortlessly, her legs not even swinging in the slightest to keep her afloat. Being able to keep herself afloat while still enjoying the serenity of the water was another nice use of her abilities.
She shot another ball over the net, and it was just another perfect serve. Maybe she should try two at a time just for fun…
Damn. One of them was good, but the other one went completely off course, missing the water entirely as it bounced away from the pool, stopping by one of the empty chairs. She commanded it back with her mind-
Hmm. Strange. She hadn’t noticed it before, but someone had left a bag on a chair near where the volleyball had landed. And there was something just on top of it…
Syndra couldn’t quite tell from this distance, but it seemed to have a violet sparkle of some kind. Maybe it was a pendant of some kind? She wasn’t quite sure if either had been here all along, or if someone had gone and placed them, though it certainly was odd to just leave something like that lying around.
After all… someone might take it.
She rose herself out of the water, hovering slightly above the ground as she made her way towards the bag. The only other person in the area at the moment was that other woman, who still simply floated on the pool toy as she took another sip of her drink. Her stuff was on the other side of the pool for certain; Syndra’d noticed the large, questionable water gun that the woman brought with her when she walked in, so who else could it be?
Only a few feet away from it, Syndra realized she’d definitely underestimated the value of the gem. It shone brightly in the sun’s ray, shimmering with a faint, purple glow around itself. It was almost… alluring, and… if Syndra was going to take it, then she might as well try it on herself.
She brought the pendant to her neck, clasping its two ends behind the back of her neck. Her eyes turned to the water’s reflection, gazing at herself and the gem as it sparkled just as brightly on her…
Something was amiss. In the reflection, it looked as though the chain was… shortening? And the gem felt like it was crawling up towards her neck as well. Syndra brought her fingers to the area, now certain that the chain was growing tighter, and tighter, and…
It stopped just before it began to choke her, but it was much closer to a choker than before. Sufficiently creeped out by it, her hands reached towards the back of her neck to take it off… but she just couldn’t find the clasp.
Her eyes turned to the water again. Now, it wasn’t just the gem that glowed with a purple mist, but the chain itself seemed to exude some kind of energy. And Syndra was familiar enough with magic to recognize it as such. Her fingers rested just a few inches away from the chain, intent on prying this thing off with force if she must but…
It wasn’t just that her magic did not affect it. No, it felt as though her power wasn’t coming out. She still floated in the air, but using it on anything other than herself seemed impossible. Syndra tried grasping a volleyball with her magic, and she couldn’t even lift it off the water. A small panic began to overtake the woman.
And it only increased, when she heard the zipper of the bag opening on its own. She turned to it, noticing the slight purple haze around it as well. Nervously, she peered into the bag, curious as to what else the person who held this nullifying choker. There was a chance that they had a counter of some kind with them, but when her eyes gazed into the bag, all she saw were ropes? Chains, questionable tools of all kinds. What kind of person-
The chains began to float. And when Syndra saw that violet haze around *them* as well, the true purpose of the pendant finally hit her.
It wasn’t to nullify her power. It was to control it.
She was surprised by the speed at which the chains shot towards her at, wrapping around her chest as they wrestled with her arms. Her physical strength was lackluster though, and the sheer power that was behind the chains’ grip made it effortless to pull the woman’s arms behind her back in a box-like formation, one elbow against the opposing wrist, before beginning to coil and tie her in this position.
Her heartbeat quickened as her eyes darted around the pool area. Someone had to be doing this, setting some kind of trap for whatever purposes. The only person they could land on was that other purple-haired lady in the two-piece swimsuit.
“I-Is this YOU?” Syndra screamed out, finally catching her attention.
Caitlyn’s gaze shot up from the sudden screech, only to be entirely confused by the sight before her. A hovering woman seemed to be fighting off sentient chains, though her efforts were worthless as they seemed to easily overpower her, wrapping her body in a harness that connected to her arm restraint. Her body shook around in the air, though it was entirely unable to free herself from the strict metal chains or prevent the next set from attacking her.
Only when her drink dropped into the water did Caitlyn snap into action. She jumped out of her float toy, swimming towards the side of the pool that was opposite to where Syndra was being bound. Without knowing anything about the situation, there was no way she could simply dive straight into it, lest she get caught up in the chaos of the chains.
As she pulled her body out of the pool, she looked around for someone else. The only figures she saw were two men who exited the steam room, and her attention was focused much elsewhere to notice that the other three who were at this pool had disappeared.
“Look!” Caitlyn shouted out, pointing towards the struggling Syndra still fighting against the chains. “D-Do you know what’s happening?”
A smile formed on both of the kidnappers’ faces as they shared a glance. Their plan for the esper had worked perfectly, and it was one of them at this very moment who controlled her powers with his mind.
“I’m well aware of what’s happening.” He simply stated, as a rope floated out of the bag that once contained Syndra’s chains, and towards Caitlyn. It flew straight towards Caitlyn’s neck, and she was unable to dodge it or prevent it from tying itself into a collar around her neck. A loose end acted as a leash, forcefully pulling Caitlyn towards the two men as she stepped along in her efforts not to fall straight into the ground. The pulling was only stopped when the leash reached one of the men's hands.
“W-Who--What-” So many questions entered Caitlyn’s mind, but she was interrupted by the confident voice of the one who held her leash.
“We can answer questions… once we’ve started the party.”
*****
Though Taliyah had been planning on trying out the pool’s new surf machine, there was a notice that dampened her plans significantly planted on the front of the entrance.
Unfortunately, the pool is closed today for emergency maintenance. We hope you understand, and visit us at a future date instead.
Damn, and here she’d gotten all dressed up and ready for some surfing, only for the stupid pool to be closed. She supposed she’d simply have to hope the beach was open for today. Even as she walked away, Taliyah swore she heard the sounds of people inside… she couldn’t see over the solid fence but it did sound like someone was having fun…
Eh, she thought. Maybe the repairmen enjoy their job very much. She left the entrance, partially right. Someone was enjoying their job.
*****
“Have you put on any sunscreen today, Miss Caitlyn? I wouldn’t want you to get any sunburn.”
“UEGH NHE OUGH!” Was all Caitlyn had to say in response. The open ring gag that held the woman’s teeth apart allowed for the most clarity in terms of volume, but comprehending was she was actually saying was still quite difficult.
“I’ll take that as a no, then. A sip of your drink, first?” He put the glass to Caitlyn’s mouth, though of course, it dripped down all over her chest given that she couldn’t even close her lips around it thanks to the gag.
“Oh, my apologies. Let me get that for you, since you’re not quite able to yourself.” The ropes bound her to the pool chair, keeping her legs and arms tied together just like many of the other unfortunate damsels trapped at the pool today. His tongue descended onto her chest, licking up all of the sweet drink that had fallen onto an even sweeter body. Of course, Caitlyn shook and grunted in response to this, but there was nothing more she could to in resistance.
“That’s better. Now…” He began, as he opened a bottle of sunscreen and squirted some onto her chest. “Let me help you out with this, as well.”
His hands immediately groped the regions of her chest that he’d put the liquid sunscreen on, spreading it all around the exposed parts of her chest much more than was necessary. His hands moved from the front to the sides that were just barely exposed by her bra, squeezing along the way as his sunscreen covered fingers slipped underneath her top to ensure that her entire chest was well protected. He continued to sensually rub the sunscreen on Caitlyn’s body, covering her midriff with it, as well as her shoulders and neck before moving onto her legs.
“Y’know… it might be hard to explain the tan lines of the rope, won’t it?” He taunted, as he rubbed her legs with more sunscreen. “And the leather straps that hold that little ring in place as well, I suppose.” He turned Caitlyn onto her back, continuing with the process and giving her bottom a very similar treatment that her chest got.
“...There! You’re all nice and covered. Now you can finally get back to your cute pool floatie. He picked up the bound woman and placed her on the floating flamingo that she’d been resting on before the men entered the scene. He pushed it back into the pool’s water until it fell with a splash, sending the woman to drift along the water once more.
“Don’t struggle too hard, or you might fall out!” He cried out. “Though I’ll be your knight in shining armor if you do!”
Whew! Taking care of bound damsels is pretty tough, isn’t it? He took a look around the pool, checking to see if anyone else needed any attention.
...Ah, well, Leona and Miss Fortune seemed to be doing fine. Of course, they had a personal guardian who was keeping quite a close eye on them.
One of the other kidnappers rested on the pool chair, holding each woman close to him with an arm. Though they still struggled slightly, their strict bonds held true, and he could confidently push each one against himself and enjoy the feeling of their bodies safely. His hands would run along their bodies and swimsuits, groping and squeezing along the way as he indulged in both the sun and them.
“Need anything over here?” The kidnapper asked his comrade who held the two in his hands.
“Does it look like I need anything more than this?” The remark elicited a laugh from the two men and a pair of angered grunts and struggles from the women. A few smacks on either lady was enough to get them to settle down.
Well, those three seemed to be doing just fine. Of course, he couldn’t miss Syndra, floating around while being led on a leash by one of the other kidnappers. Her body was entirely bound by chains at this point, the harness constantly readjusting and securing itself to ensure that it was as tight as possible at all times, while her legs were frog-tied to take up as little space as possible while she was dragged around. She’d soon made her thrashing an irregular endeavor when she realized that it only encouraged her bonds to tighten further, but an endless stream of screaming and grunting still somehow managed to escape her stuffed, purple ball gag.
“Seems you’ve got Syndra… somewhat under control.” He remarked to the man who pulled her leash.
“Yeah, well, was just about to work on fixing that. Wouldn’t mind an extra set of hands if you wanna play with her a bit as well.”
“Enticing… but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” He passed the floating esper and her handler, intending on checking up on the last… yet first of their captures.
At the edge of the pool, Fiora’s binds were intertwined with her chair. Even if she wanted to struggle, she could really do nothing more than shake around and jiggle a bit with how the ropes pinned her body to the chair. The man sat down next to her on the chair, bringing an arm around her shoulders before bringing the other one to her face. Her sunglasses were pulled down to her eyes, slightly blinding her before he began to speak.
“I can appreciate the effort you put into your body. Well toned, great skin, and of course your curves…”
Such a vulgar phrase was enough to set Fiora off. Her top still hung onto her body by a thread, and she still risked struggling in combination with the groaning through her gag to show her fiery resistance. She regretted submitting to them so easily before, realizing that it damaged her honor just as much as the alternative would’ve… but she’d still have her pride.
His hands ran up and down her body, as if he wanted to feel the things he’d just said as proof. She threw as much as her strength as she could against her bonds, and only now did her loose top finally slide off her chest and down onto her stomach, revealing her modest breasts and their pink tips.
“Oh! What a pleasant sight you’ve decided to give to me. All of your own accord.” Somehow, he always found a way to make Fiora’s choices feel so frustrating after the fact. With nothing more to lose though, her struggles continued vigorously.
“I’ll just have to give you another coating of sunscreen for this… Oh, don’t be upset!” He exclaimed, as a satisfied smirk formed upon his face.
“After all, we’ve got a whole summer to look forward to.”