Mercedes Leblanc had not been surprised to learn that the university had a Bondage Club. After all, this was the educational institution that let Professor Stevenson bind and gag his students without a hint of protest, so the idea that members of the student body might band together to play kinky games was not beyond belief. By far the most popular were the kidnap scenarios. Every Friday night, some of the Club’s members would find themselves taken prisoner and stashed away, a helpless hostage for those they loved to rescue before midnight, and naturally, Rebecca had been eager to participate. “Sounds like it could be a lot of fun,” the brunette insisted when they joined the Club’s roster, her blue eyes alight with the excited gleam Mercedes had come to associate with her lover. “What do you think, love? Up for playing a damsel in distress?”

“That depends,” Mercedes had said, unable to keep the blush from her pale, elegant features. “Will you be the one rescuing me?”

“Of course. I promised you’d always be able to count on me, didn’t I?”

And so it was that the beautiful blonde volunteered to be kidnapped. She had her reservations, of course. Her previous experiments with bondage had been pleasant enough, but that was all done with Rebecca in the privacy of the dorms, not at the hands of people whom she barely knew. Yet as was so often the case, Mercedes found herself swept up in the tide of her lover’s enthusiasm, emboldened by the passion she felt for the other woman. She’d fallen hopelessly in love with Rebecca, the past few months some of the happiest of her life, and deep down, she knew she could refuse her nothing. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time the brunette had rescued her from bondage, the memory of that first encounter in the woods one of her most cherished, and she felt confident that no matter what, Rebecca would save her again.

She held onto that thought as she lay in darkness, her universe condensed to the feel of the ropes tight about her willowy figure and the sound of her thigh-high leather boots squeaking against one another in her struggles. In an ensemble of a knee-length blue cotton dress, thigh-high stiletto-heeled black leather boots and black undergarments, Mercedes certainly dressed to impress, her beauty only enhanced by her vulnerability. “Mmmmpppgghhhh…” she offered a feeble groan, the several strips of duct tape slathered over the lower half of her face doing an excellent job of keeping the sponge firmly lodged in her mouth. “Mmmmpppggghhh!” she screamed again. Only the creak of the ropes answered her, stout coils pinning her arms behind her back at the wrists and elbows, encircling her upper body beneath her breasts, and cinched tight about her ankles and thighs. There was no getting them loose, not with leather bondage mittens keeping her fingers trapped and unable to pick at the knots, while the blindfold that kept her ignorant of her current location also ensured she could not see what she was doing. In short, Mercedes was completely helpless, a realization that frightened and excited her in equal measure, and she thrashed about on the mattress where she’d been deposited, a succession of gagged cries shattering the quiet as she played the role of beautiful hostage to the hilt. “Mmmpppggghhh! MMMMPPPPPGGGHHHH!”

Nothing. If anyone from the Bondage Club was keeping watch over her, or Rebecca closing in, they were staying silent. Mercedes took a moment to catch her breath, and as she did, the first hints of worry began to play at her mind. Would Rebecca manage to find her before the game was over? Perhaps she’d gotten lost, or couldn’t figure out the clues, or worst still, had hurt herself in her eagerness to find her lover? And all that was assuming the Bondage Club was on the level. For a brief, insane moment, Mercedes was struck with the horrid notion that this was nothing but a sick game being played at her expense, an elaborate ruse designed to leave her embarrassed… or to deliver herself into the hands of actual kidnappers. Before she could stop herself, that nightmarish scenario was playing out in her mind’s eye, of a man’s breath rank with lust on her skin, of unwelcome hands fondling her breasts and thighs, of never seeing Rebecca again…

Don’t be stupid! Mercedes scolded herself, common sense smothering the panic before it could take hold. Even so, she felt her struggles reaching a new pitch, the mere possibility this was all a setup goading her to fresh effort. “Mmmmpppggghhh!” She thought of Rebecca becoming a prisoner as well, of her beautiful blue eyes filled with helpless tears above a gag, and the blonde’s lithe body writhed in her bonds, ropes and leather creaking defiantly. “MMMPPPPGGGGHHH!”

“Wow, you’re really getting into this game, huh?”

The voice, that aching beautiful, intimately familiar voice, brought Mercedes’ struggles to an immediate halt, and the touch of a warm hand upon her bare shoulder sent a shiver of pleasure running along her spine. “God, you’re so beautiful like this,” Rebecca Markham gushed, sitting down on the bed next to her lover, spare hand idly threading its way through rich blonde locks. “I always knew you look cute bound and gagged, but… damn.”

“Mmmpppgghh?”

“It’s all right, you’re safe,” Rebecca assured her. “Took me way longer than I’d hoped to find you, thanks to the Club’s stupid riddles, but I’m here now. You doing okay?”

Mercedes gave a firm nod, and even with the blindfold on, she could all but feel Rebecca’s smile, bright and beautiful as the summer sun. “Then you won’t mind if I leave you bound and gagged a while longer, will you?” the brunette whispered huskily, sliding a hand along her lover’s shapely legs. “After all, when you finish playing a game, you expect to earn a prize at the end…”