Warning: This story features bondage and non-consensual sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 30 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Missing and Mobile.

Una paced back and forth impatiently in the backstage waiting area.

“Is she still not picking up? Try again!”

Keri sighed and redialled.

bbrrbb bbrrbb... bbrrbb bbrrbb...

“You’ve reached the phone of Nina. I'm too tied up with something to answer right now. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEEEP!”

“No good. Voicemail again.”

“Gahhh! This is unbelievable. Months. MONTHS of practice. And she disappears on performance night. I swear, I’m going to bury her up to her neck in a desert and forget where I left her.”

“She said earlier that she’d be an hour early. Maybe she’s around somewhere?”

“I looked everywhere. Twice. She’s not here.”

Una and Keri were dressed in matching outfits consisting of a sleeved spandex leotard that tucked into a pair of dark-blue sweatpants. The leotards were black apart from a single-colour filled V under the chest, green for Una and yellow for Keri. They were missing the pink-V member of their dance trio.

The backstage co-ordinator yelled out from the corner of the room. “Millie's Maladies, proceed to the stage. Next up is The Va-Va Vooms.”

“Una we’re on soon. What are we gonna do?”

“Call her again.”

“I've called at least ten times. I really don’t think-”

“Please Keri, just try ok?”

Keri spent the next few minutes calling with low expectations, while Una watched and waited with nervous hope. No answer.

“Va-Va Vooms, on stage now.”

Una’s expression was grim. “We have to perform it as two.”

“But it won’t work with just-”

“I know that! We don’t have a choice. Let’s just get it over with.”

The two girls glumly ascended the steps and walked out onto the stage.

Five minutes later Una stormed into the changing room, Keri dragging herself behind. It was empty as everyone else was upstairs watching or waiting to perform. The pair were now only in their leotards, holding their scrunched up breakaway trousers in their hands. Una hurled hers to the ground in fury.

“That was a disaster! The choreography just didn’t work without Nina. I missed so many cues.”

“Maybe it wasn’t that bad to watch...”

“Don't kid yourself Keri. That solo sequence where we had to stand motionless pointing towards an empty space for 20 seconds was the most humiliating experience of my life. Nina better not show her face for the next year around me.”

“I’m gonna try call her one more time...”

Keri paced around, glad for any reason not to let Una continue ranting.

vvvvvvvvvv

They both stopped still.

vvvvvvvvvv

“You hear that right? It’s coming from somewhere over here... These are our lockers. This is...”

They followed the faint humming sound to the door of a particular locker. Keri slowly pulled it open.

VVVVVVVVVV

"Mmmhhhh.....”

I was standing inside the locker, slightly hunched down, in a very distressed state. I was bound up in makeshift restraints pilfered from other acts. Jump ropes bound my legs from the ankles up past my knees, a dancer’s ribbons were looped many times with tricky knots around my wrists and elbows, and a length of tied-together magician’s handkerchiefs held my arms to my body, extending into a knotted crotchrope.

I was in my dance outfit, also only in the leotard. The front with its pink V had slipped down enough that one breast was hanging out of it. My breakaway trousers were wrapped around my eyes and tied off to a hook on the locker’s back wall, forcing my head to stay upright.

My mouth was crammed horribly full with my socks and panties from before I had changed. They were compressed and packed in tight by three of the magician handkerchiefs: one as a cleave-gag, one as an over-the-mouth gag, one as an over-the-nose gag.

VVVVVVVVVV

Keri hung up. The vibrating stopped. Una leaned down and pulled aside the crotch of my leotard. I was plugged up with a girthy silicone dildo. That would have been bad enough, but the real problem was the suction-cup base which was firmly clamped onto the screen of my mobile phone. The dildo was deep enough for the phone to rest against my lower lips.

“mmmph...."

The two girls stared in awe and horror for a while, processing what they were seeing. Una was the first to break out of her reverie. She turned away towards her locker.

Keri croaked, “Nina... we’re so sorry. We didn’t know...”

Una stomped back up to the locker, and yanked my top fully down, exposing the second breast.

“Una?! What are you doing?”

SLAM!

click!

She closed the door and snapped her own lock onto it.

“Una it wasn’t her fault!”

“Yes it was. It's her fault she let this happen to her. It’s her fault she didn’t show up. It’s her fault months of work was wasted.”

“You’re not being reasonable...”

Una wasn’t having any of it. She grabbed her gear and marched out of the changing room before Keri could stop her. As she was leaving, she took out her phone. A few moments after she was gone...

vvvvvvvvvv!!!

“mmmmhhh!!”

“Nina I’m really sorry. I can’t get the locker open with this lock. Just hold on a while, I’ll try to find help.”

Keri ran out of the changing room, leaving me to squirm and sweat in my harrowing position, hoping my phone would run out of power soon.

I spent a long time waiting, my body aching, my mouth sore from the colossal cotton filling, breathing with difficulty through the covering handkerchief. It felt like even longer had passed than before my team discovered me.

Every time the phone kicked into life, shaking and teasing my insides, I wondered whether it was Una continuing her bitter retribution or some other contact innocently trying to get in touch.

CLUNK!

A terrifying loud sound filled the locker. The door was opened.

“Nina! Sorry it took so long. It was hard to find someone who could break open a lock.”

She slipped the trouser-blindfold up off my head. I saw Keri, looking adorable in her leotard with that worried expression, and a janitor with a heavy-duty bolt cutters. He grumbled, looking very disgruntled about being dragged here for this. He left straight away.

“Let’s get you out of all this.”

Keri carefully pulled me out of the locker. My legs were so weak that they couldn’t support myself at all, and I immediately started to fall. Keri caught me, struggling under the weight of me pressing down on her. She carefully pulled me to a bench and sat me down.

“Ok. Let’s see what I can do about these ribbons. There’s so many...”

“Mmmph? HMMMGH!”

“It’s ok I’ll get them off. Just be patient a little longer ok?”

“NNNNGH! MMHMMM!!”

“Nina what’s wrong with you? I’m trying to take them o-”

Keri stood up and finally saw what I was trying to warn her about. Three girls in matching red and purple outfits stood surrounding both of us. Millie’s team.

“Well well. Got your friend out I see. Not quite out enough.”

“Millie? You did this? But why?

“The only other female dance trio in the competition? Come on, it’s not that hard to figure out. I couldn’t have you making us look bad.”

“That’s it?! You left Nina tied up like this for over 2 hours because you didn’t want to look bad?”

“No no, of course not... She’s going to stay tied up much longer than that~”

Millie’s two cronies grabbed Keri by the arms. Millie pulled out a backpack filled with the gear she had gone to fetch while I was squirming inside the locker. My restraints wouldn’t be so makeshift this time.

“Mmmph!”

“Heeeelp! Somebody help u-nnghhhh!”

Millie handgagged me while the other two finished off Keri. She had inherited most of my old bindings: the ribbons, the jump ropes and a handkerchief cleave gag with my panties and a sock as stuffing. A second dildo was inserted into her in the same way as mine. I had to wonder what their original intention for it was if Keri hadn’t shown up.

I now wore an armbinder, a leather harness, padded cuffs on my feet and legs, and a posture collar. But the real centrepiece was about to come.

“It’s a pity you didn’t see our routine Nina. All stuck up inside this stuffy locker. Because we put on quite a show. It was a really intense workout.”

She lifted up and opened a sealed plastic bag, then pulled out three soaked pairs of panties.

“I wanted to show you a little something of what you missed. We changed out of these right after we finished. I kept them nice and fresh for you~”

She balled the three pairs up together and held it under my nose. The sweaty stink hit my nose all at once.

“Gahhhck!! That’s awful. Millie please let us go. You got what you want. You won, we lost. Y... you don-nnanghhhh!!”

Millie shoved the big ball of damp underwear into my pleading mouth. The mixed sweat of the three girls assaulted my taste buds, the pervasive salty flavour making me lose my breath for a moment. I spluttered for fresh air, frantically trying to dislodge it. Millie pulled a leather bit gag into my mouth and fastened it tight. The dripping panties were lodged at the back of my mouth.

“Let’s get these girls settled in shall we?”

They started dragging us back towards the open locker. We instantly began tossing and flailing, yowling at the terror of being put in. They tucked Keri inside first. I was more unruly in my resistance. I had been in there too long. I didn’t want to go back.

I put up a good fight, but the three of them together was too much. Once I was pushed up to the frame of the locker, further fighting would have only hurt Keri. I relented, and was squeezed into the small remaining space.

Keri and I were squashed impossibly close together. It was only because of our lithe dancer bodies that we could even manage it. Every tiny movement, every shift of the legs or chest or head to find a less uncomfortable position, it required rubbing against the other girl.

Millie reached in and grabbed my hips. She shoved them over, making them grind awkwardly against Keri. I jerked from a jiggling of the phallic intruder inside me then heard a sucking sound. I realised what she’d done. My mobile phone, still suction-cup-attached to my dildo, was now suction-cup-attached on the other side to Keri’s dildo. We effectively had a mobile-phone-powered double-dildo between us.

A cold flat rectanglular object had been taped against my leg.

"I noticed your phone was only at 5% charge Nina. So I've attached a power bank. That'll keep it going a nice long time~"

"Mmhhhmhmm!"

“You girls look so hot in your little leotards all mingled together like that. Like two naughty lovers. We’ll leave you to enjoy yourselves.”

“Mmmph!!!”

“mmmhh....”

“Oh by the way Nina, I told the event co-ordinator I had something of yours that I needed to return. She was kind enough to give me your contact details~”

“MMMMMPH!!”

Mille waved and very intentionally slowly closed the locker door, watching our restricted-space struggling get more desperate in that final moment.

Clang!

click!

She put her own padlock on it.

“Best be going girls. I’ve got some important calls to make~”

“Mmhhh?”

Footsteps walking away. Then silence. I looked up into Keri’s eyes. We were both a comfort and a source of distress for each other. We both waited in unbearable anticipation.

VVVVVVVVV!!!

“MMMHHH!”

“MMMMPH!!!”