Hobbled by the cuffs around her booted ankles linked by a short chain, Ellie struggled to keep up with Rita as the dominatrix dragged her behind her via a leash attached to her collar. Rita’s black and red qipao was almost mesmerizing as Ellie stared from behind, before shaking her head. This woman had blackmailed her using nudes and was now leading her topless, bound, and sucking on a humiliating rubber penis to who the hell knows where. How can you think about how good she looks? Ellie scolded herself.
The blonde girl knew resistance was futile and resigned herself to following her new mistress to see whatever it was that she wanted. Fortunately, they didn’t encounter anyone in the hallways of the dungeon as she was led through what seemed like a winding maze of back corridors, her free breasts bouncing with each awkward step. She felt relief that no one else would be around to witness her plight, although enough pictures and videos had probably been taken of her by now that it didn’t matter. Soon, they came to a stop in front of a wall and Rita reached behind the nearby pillar and manipulated something, as the wall in front of her slid away, revealing another dungeon. Ellie’s eyes went wide as she was dragged through and the door slid shut behind her.
Despite the room being filled with all sorts of bondage equipment, the most worrying thing to Ellie was in the corner, where a cage sat containing a blonde girl. Naked except for her brown knee boots, the girl moaned and whimpered behind a harness ballgag as she watched Ellie get dragged past, her brown eyes wide and glistening with tears. She knew instantly that girl was not here by her own free will and it sent chills down her spine. Some moaning could be heard coming from a room off to the right, but Ellie wasn’t given the chance to look as she was dragged in the opposite direction and into a room set up like a photo studio with lights, cameras, the whole works. “Stay.” Rita ordered as she led Ellie onto a white tarp in front of the cameras, before dropping the leash and walking over to the cameras.
Ellie nervously did as she was instructed, wincing as the lights on the set were pointed towards her. If she hadn’t already been sweating from the exertion of having to walk around bound and hobbled, she certainly was sweating now from the heat of the powerful lights. “So this is Ellie.”
Ellie turned to see another woman, likely another dominatrix based on her white catsuit, thigh boots, and gloves, enter the room. “Hey Aurora, isn’t she cute all dolled up like that?” RIta asked.
Aurora walked up to Ellie, towering over the helpless girl. “She is very cute.” She said with a cheshire grin as gloved hands began to feel up Ellie’s exposed breasts and nipples.
Ellie let out moans of protest from behind the thick rubber phallus in her mouth but they were barely audible. “Oh hush you.” Aurora glared before slapping her butt, causing Ellie to squeal and jump up slightly. “I do think you’re missing something though.”
How much more can you add to my misery? Ellie thought as she watched the dominatrix strut on over to the shelves against the wall and pick up something. Walking back towards the captive, Aurora unraveled a coil of white rope before doubling it up and stopping right in front of Ellie. Ellie took an involuntary step back, but her leash was quickly seized and pulled back to her original spot. “Do not move.” Aurora ordered before wrapping the rope around Ellie’s waist.
She could feel a sense of dread wash over her as she watched the gloved hands of Aurora work a set of knots into the rope, then wrap it around her waist leaving a length dangling down in front of her. Then that length was seized and pulled up behind her, resulting in a crotch rope that felt like it was cleaving her in two. “MMMMMMPH!” Ellie screamed in surprise as the knots in the rope pressed against her most sensitive regions through her thin leggings.
“That’s more like it!” Aurora cackled as she gave another yank on the rope, causing tears to form in Ellie’s eyes.
The invasive crotch rope was then tightened and knotted off, leaving Ellie squirming on the heels of her boots as she tried to find a way to shift the rope to a spot that wasn’t uncomfortable, but instead she only made herself more horny as the crotch rope went to work. “Oh look at her getting all excited, what a slut. You wanted this to happen didn’t you.” Aurora teased as Ellie shook her head. “A slut like you, sharing those nudes, looking all sexy for a boy but instead you met us.”
Aurora’s teasing hands soon left Ellie’s body and were quickly replaced by Rita’s as the two women swapped places and Aurora began snapping pictures with the full set up cameras. Red lights on a couple other cameras told Ellie that there was video being recorded as well, but soon Rita’s gloved hands went to work between her legs and over her breasts and her thoughts of resistance and horror of being photographed and recorded dissolved as pleasure took over.
She was vaguely aware of Aurora circling them, snapping pictures again and again but the clicks of the shutter barely registered as her body gave in and she had her first orgasm. Ellie’s limbs strained at her restraints and her knees almost buckled but Rita held her up and continued on relentlessly, not even giving Ellie time to collect herself before she was brought to the brink of a second one. Letting out a cry behind the gag, Ellie succumbed to another as Rita continued to kiss and fondle her.
Satisfied with the images and letting the video cameras roll, Aurora set down the digital camera in her hands and walked around the edge of the set. As much as she would have enjoyed some playtime with Ellie as well, there was still work to be done up at the front to close down the dungeon for the night before they could get preparations done for their newest captives.
With images of the helpless Ellie in Rita’s arms dancing through her mind, Aurora walked through the secret dungeon passing Willow and Teresa on her way out. Willow was in her cage, moaning and whimpering into her gag. Aurora had followed through on her plans and Teresa had been forced to bring Willow to orgasm several times before she had stuffed the athletic blonde back inside of her cage. Teresa was now seated in one of the small cells in the next room, blindfolded, her ballgag back in place, with her arms chained above her head to the wall. Leather straps pinned her legs together and held a vibrator in place that brought the tall Asian girl to multiple orgasms, a reward for her successful, if amateur, tongue work on Willow.
She was going to very much enjoy this group, Aurora thought to herself as she keyed in the code to open the dungeon door. Especially with those other girls that Misha and Serenity were working over, another couple would be enough to call in the shippers once again and-
Her train of thought came to a screeching halt as the door slid aside revealing two men dressed in black wearing ski masks in the hallway. For a brief second, all three froze before Aurora turned and tried to sprint back into the dungeon. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t get far. Hampered by her heels, the two men pounced on her after a couple of steps, forcing her to the ground and covering her mouth before she could get off a scream of warning. She was vaguely aware of Willow perking up in her cage as her captor was pinned down while the men took stock of the situation.
A third man that Aurora hadn’t noticed then walked over, a white ballgag in his hand similar to the one Teresa was wearing. Seeing the gag, Aurora’s efforts to resist doubled as she tried to throw off the man. There was a lot of muscle packed into her tall body, but against two larger men it barely seemed like she was resisting at all. “Don’t you da-MMMMPH!’ Aurora screamed in rage as the handgag was lifted, only for the white rubber ball to be jammed between her teeth.
It took a moment before the gag fully went in, settling behind Aurora’s teeth and the straps buckled and padlocked in place with tiny padlocks that had also been found. The gag cut off any hope Aurora had of warning Rita that there were men in the building, who now had access to their secret dungeon where they kept their prisoners and she grunted as the leather straps cut into her cheeks. It was the most humiliating position she had ever been in her life, and she made her displeasure known as she bucked and struggled. “These will be fitting for our ice queen.” One of the men grunted as he walked back over from the shelves along the wall.
Whether it was to intentionally taunt her or not, the man in black dropped a white leather collar and several white leather cuffs on the ground in front of her. She let out a growl behind the ballgag. The white leather bondage gear was her trademark in the dungeon, used to mark her favourite slaves or clients. And now they were going to use it on her in a twisted sense of irony. With her breasts crushed against the ground beneath her body, Aurora squirmed uncomfortably as the men got to work with the cuffs. In her pinned state, her flailing hands were quickly trapped and the cuffs buckled around each wrist before her arms were pulled behind her back and the cuffs padlocked together. Not satisfied with just the wrist cuffs, even though they were plenty inescapable, more padded leather cuffs were added around her upper arms and locked together, causing her shoulders to be pulled back and a significant amount of strain to be added to her arms. Aurora started to whine behind her gag before quickly cutting herself off. She would show no weakness to these men, whoever they were, even as her prospects of escaping dimmed to nearly impossible as one more set of cuffs were locked around her booted ankles and linked together so that she could barely take a two inch step if she was on her feet. The final insult to her profession as a dominatrix was the white collar that was buckled around her neck, not tight enough to choke her but still pressing on her neck so every breath she took in she was reminded of its presence.
While the men were binding their latest victim, the third had wandered off again to scout the secret dungeon and returned with his report. “There’s one more domme down the hallway.” He said, jerking his head towards the photo studio. “And a room for more captives, that bitch was telling the truth.”
Aurora felt her blood run cold. If these men were in the building, they’d gotten through one of the doors. Maybe they had surprised Amelia at the front, and with no one watching the security cameras in the office no one had seen anything. Or even worse, these men were the reason Alexis had gone missing and she had been tortured into giving up the dungeon passcodes. Thoughts whirled through her mind as the men finally got off of her body, only for them to pick her up like a sack of potatoes and throw her over a shoulder with a hand firmly resting on her butt. “Mmmph!” She protested, only to receive a slap in response.
It was shameful how she was hauled away, bound and gagged, into the next room where Teresa sat, watching with wide eyes as masked men brought in her tormentor, opened up the cell across from her and used the chain hanging inside to quickly string her up in a strappado. Aurora glared at each of them as they stepped back to admire their work, the chain attached to her wrist cuffs forced her to bend nearly 90 degrees at the waist to keep her shoulders from being wrenched out of their sockets. Strands of drool dribbled down her chin as she struggled to keep her composure, but the men simply slammed the cell door shut and locked it before moving out of sight. Seeing Teresa staring at her from the cell across, Aurora did her best to glare but the former captor was now on an equal playing field. Helpless, and knowing they were going for Rita next, Aurora could only hang her head and try to keep her arms from going numb in the restraints.
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Back over in the photo studio, Rita was completely lost in the blonde captive. Ellie had practically melted into her arms as Rita’s skilled hands and mouth went to work, sucking on nipples, fingering Ellie through her leggings, kissing her neck, it had been a long time since someone as cute and initially resistant just gave in to her urgest despite her internal protests. She was so distracted in fact, that she was completely unaware of three masked men entering the photo studio behind her until Ellie noticed and froze up. “Hm? Sweetie?” Rita asked before she was seized from behind and thrown onto the ground.
The sudden attack knocked the wind out of her, leaving her gasping for breath as the men pounced and pinned her down. Her mouth opened to cry out for help, which was instantly muffled as a panelgag with a large red ball on the inside was stuffed into her oral cavity. Straps were pulled back around behind her head, under her silver coloured hair and buckled at the back of her neck to ensure the gag was going nowhere. There were more straps attached to the head harness, but the men ignored those for now as they opened up a long leathery armbinder similar to the one she had used on Ellie. “We’ll make the dom match the sub hm?” One of the men laughed as they wrenched her arms behind her and guided them into the armbinder’s opening.
Rita struggled and screamed in fury behind the gag as she was manhandled, for what was the first time in a decade, but the bulky men easily overpowered her and soon her struggles began to tire out as the armbinder was laced up all the way to the top and additional straps at the wrists and elbows isolated her hands at the base of the leather restraint. A multitude of straps came next, applied around her waist to pin the armbinder against her back, then wrapped around her thighs, knees, and ankles causing her boots to squeak as they rubbed against each other. A final strap was threaded through a D ring on the end of the armbinder to the ankle straps, pulling the Asian dominatrix into a strict hogtie on the ground.
Satisfied their captive was now a helpless package, the men finished up strapping the harness of her gag, pulling the Y shaped strap that ran along her nose and up over the top of her head and strapping it in place, along with the straps that ran under her chin. A black leather collar was then wrapped around her throat and padlocked in place, leaving Rita red in embarrassment and anger as she was collared like a slave.
Ellie meanwhile, had not been able to get far when the men barged in and her leash had been seized quickly once Rita had been pulled off of her. Already bound and gagged, she posed no flight risk and one of the men quickly forced her down onto the ground and connected her armbinder to her ankles with a small chain that left the girl hogtied on the ground off to the side while her blackmailer was bound into a strict hogtie beside her. Ellie’s leash was disconnected, but then quickly replaced with a short chain that was connected to Rita’s collar, keeping the two hogtied girls side by side on the floor of the studio. “Secret area secured.” One of the men reported into his radio as they admired their catches, while one other went back out into the cell area to take a look at the captives there.
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“Excellent, continue securing the premises.”
In a dark room lit only by the bank of computer screens on the wall in front of him, a man sat back and enjoyed the feeds coming from the cameras of the men invading the dungeon. The two largest screens showed close up views of Aurora struggling in her strappado, now enhanced with a leather blindfold buckled over her eyes and her catsuit zipper pulled down to her navel to expose her breasts fully, and Rita who was glaring up at the men as she struggled against the armbinder and straps keeping her prisoner. “Don’t your partners look so nice in bondage? I bet you never thought you’d see the day, given as you were all bigshot dominatrixes. But not anymore.” He snickered as he reached out and groped an exposed breast.
Alexis had tears in her eyes, trickling down her cheek to the straps of the harness panelgag strapped into her mouth. She was fully naked except for her thigh high boots, a mockery now given her current status, and her leather armbinder. The men had taken perverse pleasure in keeping her captive with her own bondage gear, and it had been incredibly effective much to her distress. She was currently locked onto a metal frame that kept her suspended in a kneeling position, with metal bands wrapping around her neck, waist, thighs, and ankles. A posture collar kept her face forward, forced to stare at the screens as the men took over the dungeon and captured her friends and partners in crime.
She sobbed quietly behind her gag. Days of torment and torture had eventually led to her revealing their side business, and then additional tortures resulted in her giving up the security codes for the back entrances. This is my fault. She thought as she watched Rita and Aurora struggling in their bonds, trying to ignore the groping hand against her own breasts. This is all my fault.