If Seraphine’s PR team got even a whiff of what she was doing right now, then she knew just how harshly she’d get put through the wringer. Which was exactly why she needed to make it back to her place as soon as possible.
From an outsider’s perspective, it wasn’t even obvious that the woman wobbling down the street at a snail’s pace was the sensational idol. She’d been more than thorough in covering up her body as much as possible on the winter day: a thick, heavy coat, a scarf covering her face, and her hood pulled up as far as it could go to hide anything beyond mere traces of her signature pink hair.
Seraphine didn’t have a problem with being recognized in public – she loved taking pictures with fans! It was just that… beneath all that heavy clothing was something far more sensitive than her identity.
Like a set of gear so scandalous that it would probably end her career if she was publicly exposed in it.
It was one thing to be wearing pink, lacy lingerie as the only piece of actual clothing beneath her coat, and it was another thing for the rosy bra-and-garter combination to be the least problematic of the items – even if you noticed the imprint of small, metal, dumbbell piercings pushing against the bra. The red ropes that encircled her modest chest in an intricate harness would surely draw further attention, especially if someone took a close look at her skin and realized there were fresh and old rope marks along her body.
If someone checked the phone stashed away in her coat pocket, then they’d even open it to tutorials of rope bondage. The sleeves of her jacket were also pressed into those pockets, shaking slightly each time a notification buzzed away.
Obviously she couldn’t check her phone on account of her arms being trapped behind her back. Tying her own arms up with rope was much more complicated, especially if she wanted to do it and then get a jacket buttoned up over herself! Cuffs were much easier to manage, and could be removed fairly quickly and easily…
As long as she didn’t forget the key on her nightstand. Her plan had been to keep it just out of her reach in-case of emergencies – probably stashed in the band of her garterbelt, or something. She hadn’t really planned ahead that far, which was probably why it’d slipped her mind the second her heart began to race at the thrill of being helpless.
The fact that her phone was vibrating with about one notification a minute was a pretty good indicator that either someone was looking for her or something very important was happening right now and she needed to know. Part of her cursed herself at her own torment – if she could just check her phone, then she could probably deal with the issue in a minute and get back to her self-indulgent thrills uninterrupted…
Squirming and shaking her arms helplessly as her own bindings confined then to behind her was frustratingly arousing. The sense of urgency her phone created set off all sorts of warning signals in her head – making her feel all the more helpless when she couldn’t do anything about them. She took a moment to stop and catch her breath – she obviously couldn’t attract any attention to herself, and swinging her shoulders back and forth uselessly would probably do just that.
The other devices vibrating also necessitated a moment to recompose herself. A thin belt locked around her waist – beneath her undergarments – ran along her crotch with a few… slots positioned in convenient areas. Forced into those slots and into her holes were a pair of thick, vibrating devices that she’d worked her way up to and set to a low buzz to distract herself along her entire “trip”. While she clearly couldn’t turn them up much higher lest she risk crumbling to her knees in the street – and being entirely without a way to get back up – the tease itself was almost as good as the pleasure.
…Almost.
That was really what drove her to do all of this. The risk of something almost happening, while she helplessly stumbled along three or four different edges and barely balanced herself between them all. If she tripped and fell, she wouldn’t be able to get back up, and likely expose herself. If a fan somehow recognized her beneath the sunglasses, scarf, and hood, then the scandal created would be just as problematic. She was stumbling through the streets of the city, alone and hidden, and if either of those facts changed, it’d be both completely embarrassing and almost certainly ruinous. And for some incredibly kinky reason, she was getting off to that.
Even a couple darker fantasies had crossed her mind. Someone discovering her and taking advantage. Taking pictures, blackmailing her, making her do all sorts of lewd acts to keep her little secret… i-it almost certainly wouldn’t be as fun or arousing as she imagined it to be were it to actually happen but… a gal can dream, right?
Seraphine was more than content to walk this line and enjoy it exactly there. She still absolutely loved performing: the concerts with all the attention on her, the K/DA collaborations, even just smiling for a million meet-and-greets were some of the best moments of her life!
She just… liked having a couple moments where she had to do the exact opposite: blend in, hide herself, and absolutely stay out of the spotlight. And in the interest of keeping both of those, Seraphine urgently needed to get back to her place and retrieve the key to her cuffs.
The idol had picked a slightly risque option in wearing heels and nothing more on her legs… though if a strong updraft blew the hem of her long coat up a few inches, a hint of her lingerie would reveal itself. Rousing as it was, her legs had already begun to shudder in the cold, and the tall, black heels she’d picked out were a pain enough already to move in. If the streets had been icy… she’d certainly have fallen an hour ago.
Instead, it only slowed her. She’d left about an hour and a half ago – and turned around just an hour in. But she wasn’t even halfway back to her place yet, and the time between buzzes on her phone was only shortening. That was for a number of reasons: the wind blowing in her face, for one, forcing Seraphine to scrunch up her shoulders and keep her head down while walking lest her hood fall down. And hastened as she was with worry over her phone, the fact that her feet ached with every step thanks to the regrettably tall heels slowed her down considerably as well, as she bit into her gag in frustration.
…And, of course, the most distracting of all: those twin vibrators causing her legs to shudder to such a degree that bystanders would just assume she was simply cold from the cool breeze blowing against her shins.
I-It was fine, the star convinced herself. As long as she kept her head straight… took each step carefully… a-and didn’t tempt herself with thoughts of everything that could go wrong, she would be fine. She scanned around her surroundings for landmarks again with a quick glance: a chain-link fence guarding some construction site on her left, and a street with cars barrelling down it on her right. For obvious reasons, her body leaned a little more to the left. Walking a little quicker, while using the fence to support her body–
A tightness around her face and neck stopped her from taking another step. She leaned her body forward – pulling it, testingly, as the tension around her only increased.
Seraphine shuffled herself around, looking over her shoulder. The end of her scarf – tightly tied around her head – had gotten caught on some kind of metal protrusion from the fence.
She didn’t panic. Seraphine was a star, used to the pressure of the big stage when thousands of people would watch your every mistake. Getting choked a little bit by a piece of fabric was nothing compared to having the words of your song get choked out by nerves. All she had to do was take a few steps back, and guide the scarf out of… the curved, pointy metal thing… the stupid little bugger who somehow had a deathgrip on her shawl..!
O-Okay. Her heart was beginning to race a little. Somehow, this tiny metal hook was impossible to pull away from. It would be easy enough to guide it out with her hands, if they weren’t helplessly trapped underneath her jacket. But doing it by just walking out of it seemed impossible, regardless of which direction she went in. Seraphine had about a two foot radius before her scarf would make any further movement impossible.
This was… o-one way things could go wrong that had never even occurred to her. I-It was as though she’d been leashed to a fence like a dog by its owner, except she’d done it to herself, so there wouldn’t be anyone coming by to let her loose! She shook her shoulders back and forth – willing to lose the scarf if it meant giving her the ability to walk again.
Unfortunately, she’d tied it pretty tight around herself so that she wouldn’t have to worry about it falling down. No struggling that she could muster up would loosen it. Carefully checking her surroundings, she’d even decided to just hold her breath, pick a direction, and pull as hard as she could with her entire body in the hopes of ripping that part of the scarf off..!
A frustrated whine came out of her gagged lips. She just couldn’t manage it. The scarf itself was pretty thickly knit, not to mention the fact that Seraphine still had to be aware of her image. I-If someone saw a woman losing a tug-of-war battle to her own scarf, they’d probably think she was a complete idiot… which would likely prompt them to help.
Something which she obviously needed, at this point. Nothing she tried to free herself from this strangely self-imposed predicament was working, while all it would take is a free pair of hands to set her free. But if she drew enough attention to herself to get a passerby’s help, then…
They’d make small talk. Which she couldn’t respond to.
They’d probably ask why she didn’t free herself. The reason for which she obviously didn’t want to share.
And they’d definitely get a close, long look at her face. Hidden as it was, long, dazzling pink hair stood out and more than a few strands threatened to trickle out – especially after shaking her body so harshly in an effort to get free. If the person helping her was a fan – or even just someone who knew her… well…
She was a celebrity. If the fan was loud then they might draw the attention of everyone nearby, and the problem of her being completely unable to speak would be exacerbated tenfold. Not to mention how difficult it would be to shake them off her back without leading them straight to her home…
So she awkwardly stood in-place, because doing nothing seemed a lot less risky compared to doing anything else. With her back facing the fence, her body covered the fact that she was effectively leashed to the chain links by her scarf. Her heels tapped in place as three things on her person buzzed away incessantly. As hard as her heart pounded with fear and anxiety, an embarrassingly wet part of her dripped with arousal.
Seraphine silently cursed her own, perverted desires, before tilting her head down. Hiding her face was half out of shame and half because of the tall man who was just about to pass her. The good news was that most people were so lost in their own worlds, that they wouldn’t bat a second eye at her, as long as she was out of their way. Still, she couldn’t stand out in the cold of a winter’s night forever. But she did at least have a moment to come up with a plan – as slow as it may be to think while enduring these distractions.
All she had to do was get the attention of someone who wouldn’t ask questions. Preferably someone who didn’t know her. A nice old lady would probably be her best shot – though taking a look up and down the sidewalk… the number of people walking along it was sparse enough as is. She might have to risk it on someone… less than ideal, before it got too late. Another man came up near her a few seconds later, and Seraphine subtly turned her body away once more.
But the man’s footsteps slowed regardless. She glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes widening in horror as the man looked her up-and-down… slowly.
“Hey, y-you… you there…”
Seraphine’s heart dropped. For a brief moment, she thought she’d actually been recognized. That this man had actually seen through her lax disguise and that she was about to have to fend him off with a barrage of nods or shakes of her head.
It somehow managed to be worse than what she’d imagined. He closed the distance between the two of them, and placed a hand around her shoulder.
“So, h - hic - how muush for a night?” He said in a whisper.
Seraphine looked up at him in confusion for no longer than a few seconds. His eyes lingered on her body, staring at her coat and licking his lips in imagination of what lay beneath.
Realization struck the star. The heavy jacket – contrasted with her exposed legs and especially her stiletto heels. A young woman, alone in the evening. Standing on the corner of a street and looking at each and every passerby with inquisitive interest.
He thought she was a prostitute.
“Nnhnn!” She made a sound that didn’t sound too out of place as she shook her head back and forth in obvious protest. Seraphine tried to take a few steps away from the man – but it wasn’t just the scarf that kept her in place this time. His grip around her tightened as his arm slid down to her waist.
“Ehhh..? What’s the matter… a-am I not good enuff for y-you?!” Even through her scarf and mask, Seraphine could smell the man’s breath as he spat words down on her. It reeked of alcohol. “C-Cuz… I got p-plenty ‘f cash!”
The man pulled out a five dollar bill, and tried to do the honors of stuffing it into Seraphine’s bra. His hands fumbled with the top button of her jacket as his much larger size pushed Seraphine against the back of the chain fence.
“Nn! Lftt mff gff!” She squirmed and struggled underneath his grip, but there was obviously very little she could do to resist given her restraints. T-This was well beyond even the worst-case scenario Seraphine had imagined… b-barring the fantasies that were meant to be just that! T-This couldn’t actually be happening to her!
His disbelief didn’t alter reality. With considerable effort, the button finally came loose – and even without pulling down the jacket further, he could immediately see the pink lingerie coating her body… and the red ropes tied around it as well.
His smile grew.
“Ooohhh… this is some kind of… uh… roleplay..? Playin’ hard to get… I like it!”
What should’ve been a sincere reality check for the man had done nothing but assert his false assumptions – and that was certainly in no small part thanks to the alcohol coursing through his body. Not even bothering to cover the woman back up, he grabbed her by the waist once more and began pulling her into his step – forcing her to walk with him. When the fabric of Seraphine’s scarf tightened once more, and the man finally noticed the resistance to his step…
“Huh..? O-Oh, lemme get that…”
He pulled the scarf free from the metal protrusion with ease. Carelessly tossing the end back over Seraphine’s shoulder, he grabbed the woman once more and pulled her into his drunken stride. She tried to shake herself loose – thinking that her disadvantage of heels might be nullified by this man’s drunkenness if she made a run for it. The man’s grip was as strong as iron, however, and she stood no shot of winning a footrace if she couldn’t even begin.
Dragging her feet, struggling – and eventually just stomping her heels into his heavy boots had no effect, either. He’d simply make another drunken remark about how well she was selling her defiance, before his arm tightened around her once more. This time, however, he leaned his entire body-weight into the woman as his hand trailed down to her ass, giving it a rough, firm squeeze – which came with the unintentional effect of pushing her belt of vibrators deeper inside her body. Seraphine’s cheeks flushed in bright-red humiliation while she shut her eyes to hold back her emotions.
“Mmm… fuck. M-My apartment’s only a… few blocks further. H-Hurry up… I can’t hold back much longer…”
S-She’d have to do everything she could to stop him. Her cries for help came out as nothing more than muffled noises that even the drunken man didn’t even seem to hear – thanks to the gag she’d stuffed and locked over her lips herself. Refusing to move only went so far when the man was strong enough to practically drag her along – and all that accomplished was losing a heel the moment she’d tried to dig it in too deep. Her bare foot jumped up against the cold crete of the sidewalk as her steps became just as unbalanced as the man’s.
The loss of a heel made kicking him all the less effective, as well. Her eyes glanced around in a panic as she looked for any passerbys. There were barely any – and none of them even noticed Seraphine. T-That was all she wanted – she’d accept any amount of humiliation – in-person or even online – i-if someone could just get her out of this situation! J-Just one person to take notice of her..!
But no one did – not even when her hood came loose from all of the man’s touching, and her bright mane of pink hair was exposed. Either they were too busy with their own problems to even notice her, or simply assumed that she was fine as she was. The man glanced down at her – giving a double take when he saw her exposed hair. Crystal-blue eyes pleaded with him, and the unmistakable make-up of a star below her left eyes should’ve made her image unmistakable, if he knew it…
“N-No way… are you r-really–”
The sudden screeching of tires grabbed the attention of both of them. A car – way too fancy to be driving down these streets, stopped in front of both of them. The passenger doors immediately opened up, and two burly, suited men came barrelling out of them.
One of them immediately pulled the drunken man off of Seraphine. Her eyes widened in gratitude as she clumsily stepped back, watching as the drunkard was thrown against the fence and pushed down.
“H-Hey – what’re you – ow, fuck! I didn’t even do anything–”
The man could barely manage any resistance to a clearly capable fighter in his state. As Seraphine stepped away from the both of them in relieved retreat… she realized that held true for her as well, when she walked right into the grip of the other man from the car.
“Mmmf! Mmhmm!” She shouted and struggled the second the man practically pulled her up into his grip, carrying her towards the open car door. She was more than confused at what her would-be saviors were doing – and immediately even more panicked. Getting stuffed into a car was just as bad as the predicament she was in before – if not worse!
There was obviously nothing she could do about it, though. Thrown onto a leather seat, the man pulled a seat belt around her before she could even try to pull herself back onto her feet. He gave a quick glance to the driver’s seat, before shutting the door behind himself. Immediately, the car drove off – and Seraphine gave that drunken man one last glance before both of those suited men attended to him.
She finally gave a nervous glance to the front of the car. Through the reflection of the rear-view mirror, she looked at the driver…
“So. Care to explain what’s so special about that guy that you can’t pick up your phone?”
I-It was… Evelynn..! A wave of relief crashed over Seraphine. For a moment, she relaxed in her seat – a-at least until she took another look at the scowling woman. S-She… certainly hadn’t forgotten how vicious the woman could be when she was mad. I-It was still much preferable… b-but… as her heart finally began to settle…
Seraphine realized that she was still tied up, gagged, and completely unable to respond to the question. Before she could even get out a muffled moan, however, a voice perked up from the passenger seat.
“E-Eve! Did you even see the way that man had his hands on her?!” Seraphine could immediately recognize that voice as well. Ahri was far more well-reasoned. “It’s a good thing we found you when we did…”
The diva held up her own phone, revealing a map app with a blinking red dot pulsating on it. H-Had they been tracking her?
“Seriously, though. Are you alright? He didn’t do anything more than that, right..?”
Ahri stared back at her, tilting her entire body towards Seraphine. There was no way she could keep this little secret now.
“M…mmphf.”
“Sorry, speak up?”
Seraphine’s cheeks flushed underneath her mask and scarf. She relaxed her shoulders, revealing the… sensual clothing beneath her jacket as she let out yet another gagged moan.
“O-Oh my…” The unbuckling of a seatbelt was followed by Ahri climbing into the backseat – with Evelynn cursing and swatting away a tail from out of her line-of-sight. Slowly, Ahri pulled down the scarf and mask – revealing a wet, thick ball gag beneath it all. Seraphine shook her arms behind her back for effect – with one of her sleeves having already fallen out of its pocket.
“Did he do this to you..?” Ahri sounded and looked horrified, which made Seraphine immediately shake her head in disagreement.
A moment passed, and Seraphine realized a second too late that saying yes to that would’ve been the perfect excuse.
“Then…” Ahri stared at her, curiously. Someone like her clearly had the experience to piece it together – especially as she pulled down Seraphine’s jacket from its shoulders. The ropes for her chest – but cuffs for her wrists. The carefully hidden gag and… the buzzing coming from her crotch. “You did this..?”
Hesitantly, and with her face buried away from the woman in burning embarrassment, Seraphine nodded.
Ahri couldn’t help but smirk. “The ones you least expect are the kinkiest… isn’t that right, Eve?”
“Quiet. I’m trying to drive thirty over the speed limit, here.” The woman did glance up at the mirror in slight intrigue, however.
Ahri turned her attention back to Seraphine. “Well… you certainly picked an unfortunate time to explore your fantasies. We’ve got an urgent meeting with an organizer. Wants to put K/DA back on tour. Gonna be bigger than ever.”
“Mmf?!” S-Seriously?! T-That was fantastic–
“Only problem being that we’re already late, on account of your absence.” Evelynn piped up, as she blatantly ignored a stop sign.
“Right. So.” Ahri looked silently at Seraphine for a moment. The woman tilted her head back and forth… before pulling the jacket back up over Seraphine, and buttoning the top button back shut to hide her lewd undergarments. “We don’t exactly have time to stop for you to get changed.”
“...mmf?” Seraphine stared blankly at Ahri for a moment. T-There wasn’t… n-no, she couldn’t attend an official meeting like this? She squirmed in her seat, mumbling incoherently through her gag as the scarf was brought back over her face.
“All of us have gotta be there, hun. Kali and Kai’Sa are already stalling hard enough for you. Better check with us next time you want to indulge in your pseudo-exhibitionism.”
Seraphine whined into her gag in protest, before leaning back into her seat in submission. T-This was… this would be… u-ugh… the vibrators buzzing away inside her melted away her protests of embarrassment and humiliation.
“Relax. We’ll do all the talking,” Ahri teased with a wink, “but once the meeting’s done… we can ‘talk’ further about your little desires..?”
The idol leaned in closely to the bound Seraphine, her words turning to a whisper as she drew closer, before finally ending with a kiss planted on her cheek. The pink-haired woman sat in stunned silence for a moment… before submissively nodding in agreement. Ahri simply giggled.
“Perfect! I can’t wait to see how long it takes the others to notice that something’s off with you…”
The mere thought of her little secret being exposed further caused Seraphine’s cheeks to burn with humiliation once more… t-though this time… i-it wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling. A soft moan escaped her lips as her mind was riddled with images of new fantasies taking over one another. M-Maybe…
Maybe this would be more fun than doing it alone.