Morris the Magnificent was ready for his most ambitious act yet. But this time it wasn’t a public magic act and no one would know that it was him. While his hypnosis had been incredibly effective at bringing him hot young women for his slave harem, sometimes it was fun to get his hands dirty himself. Well, metaphorically. He wouldn’t be getting his actual hands dirty with the kidnappings, rather he would be taking over one of his hypnotized victims in an act of magic that was very experimental and he wasn’t sure it would actually work. He had all the confidence, but it had never been done before. Supplanting a victim’s consciousness by entering a trance would theoretically allow him to take over the victim’s body.
He would have the ability to see, speak, do, and even access their memories while their consciousness remained dormant. Sort of like instead of them being the driver, he had them now tied up in the trunk and he was driving instead. Settling down on the platform that he had prepared for this, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply several times before reciting a quick incantation.
When he opened them again, he looked down at the body of a Shannon Johnston, who had attended one of his shows two months ago as a part of a frosh week activity and had been hypnotized on the way out of the show. It wasn’t perfect, he felt like he was remote accessing her body and there was a bit of lag in the actions as he raised her arms and looked around the room. Memory access was working too, and Shannon was currently in possession of her parent’s van to help move in another friend nearby. Perfect.
The first thing to do was get dressed, something casual yet still sexy. It was a good test of his control over the body he now possessed as he stood up and walked over to the already overflowing closet. With Shannon’s roommate away for the weekend visiting home, there was no one else around to interrupt as he rifled through her clothes and eventually selected a cute blue sweatshirt, black miniskirt, stockings, and some knee high platform boots that were perfect for the chill that was beginning to settle in with fall weather.
On a Sunday morning following some parties, Shannon had no plans for the day other than studying and freshening up in preparation for the week. Time to change that. Using her phone and browsing her recently made friends, Instagram really did work wonders, allowing him to scout out the most recent posts on Shannon’s profile and then go into her friends’ profiles to weed out a couple. His goal was two girls with this test, and soon he settled on a pair: a leggy brunette named Taylor, and a shorter Asian girl named Lisa.
Firing off a set of texts and getting confirmation for a shopping trip to the nearby mall with a ride courtesy of “Shannon”, Morris headed out. Before meeting up with the friends, he first had to drive out to a warehouse to retrieve a bag of goodies for his plan to be carried out. Driving did prove much more difficult than he expected at first, as reaction time and sensual intake was not as good as he would’ve liked but over the thirty minute drive to the warehouse it improved enough for Morris to be satisfied. This was good news as well for when it came time to bind and gag his new slaves.
With the bag of kidnapping supplies now in the backseat and a chloroform cloth sealed in a bag in the storage between the front seats, Morris fired up Google Maps to navigate to the house Taylor was living in just outside of campus. The thirty minutes spent driving back took a lot of Morris’s concentration, but he also planned out how the kidnapping would go in that timespan.
Taylor was standing outside of her house when Morris pulled up. She was just as pretty as her social media photos showed, dressed fashionably in brown leather knee high boots, white top, and a matching beige skirt and cardigan. A quick glance at the surrounding houses told Morris there were no cameras. The “Student Ghetto” as the area was called was a lot of older houses, not much infrastructure, and certainly lax security. “Hey!” Taylor said brightly as she opened the passenger door and climbed in. “Love your outfit!”
“You too, love the boots!” Morris responded before glancing around to ensure no one was nearby. “One second, let me get something behind you.
Having prepared the chloroform cloth already, Morris climbed partially onto the center console and while Taylor was distracted on her phone, clamped the cloth down over her mouth and nose. “MMMMMMPH!??” Taylor cried out as the cloth smothered her face.
With the positional leverage Morris had, it was easy to push Taylor down into the seat with his body weight and keep the cloth on top of Taylor as she flailed about. Unable to bring her feet up from the floorboards, her attempted pushes and hits were ineffective until the drugs finally overcame her and she slumped in the seat.
Morris looked down at Taylor’s unconscious form in amazement. It felt good. Adrenaline was surging, despite it not being his body, and everything had worked out just as expected. Taylor didn’t even suspect that it wasn’t Shannon behind the eyes and she had been easy enough to subdue. Glancing around again to ensure that no one spotted the attack, Morris drove away from campus to a more secluded parking lot nestled amongst some trees. At this time on a Sunday he may have been worried about hikers but it was a quick transfer from the front seat through the sliding door and into the trunk where he laid the unconscious form of Taylor on a blanket covering the large trunk space.
Admittedly, this was where he would’ve liked his real body. Shannon was a slim Eurasian girl who was moving someone bigger than her and it took some huffing and puffing before she finally got Taylor into the back of the van. Taping some plastic bags up against the back windows to prevent anyone from seeing in, he pulled his duffle bag closer to him and opened it up to a world of black leather.
While he would’ve loved to do the full armbinder treatment, he had to move fast. Instead, he pulled a series of leather straps out of the bag and got to work. Worried about the possible dexterity of controlling someone’s fingers to tie ropes and such, he’d gone with simple leather straps as the binding of choice for his kidnappings. A small one around the wrist, followed by another at the elbows. More above and below the breasts, then three at the ankles, knees, and thighs kept Taylor heavily restrained. A leather collar was buckled snugly around her neck and clipped to a convenient cargo anchor point on the side of the van before a ballgag on a leather strap was pushed into her unresisting mouth and buckled tight.
Out of precaution, he gave her another dose of chloroform before tossing another blanket over her and climbing back into the front. Now it was time to pick up Lisa. Lisa lived in residence, which meant Morris wouldn’t be able to knock her out immediately given the cameras and security on campus. Pulling up outside the residence building, Lisa emerged dressed in a tight white long sleeve top, a black leather skirt, stockings, and platform ankle boots and had a classy small black purse slung over her shoulder as she got into the van’s passenger seat. “Oh hey, matching boots!” She laughed seeing that Shannon was wearing a very similar Steve Madden pair to hers. “Are we picking up Taylor?” She asked.
Morris told her that Taylor was meeting them at the mall before setting off. The one on one unfortunately meant he had to make small talk, increasing the chances of tipping off Lisa that it wasn’t the real Shannon, but they made it to the mall without incident. Morris parked the van near the edge of the underground parking giving them some privacy. “Sorry, just have to grab something behind you.” He used the same excuse to justify climbing up to tower above Lisa.
Having done it once already, he knew the actions. Swiftly bringing the cloth up to Lisa’s face, the Asian girl shrieked and tried to pull away the best she could. Being more flexible with shorter legs, her boots came up as deadly weapons causing Morris to simply dive on top of the smaller girl and hold her down with his body weight. Lisa fought wildly, her eyes angry at the perceived betrayal by her friend as she fought against the drugs but eventually succumbed.
Given the privacy of the underground garage, Morris worked quickly to drag Lisa into the backseat and close the doors behind him to ensure no prying eyes. He licked his lips as he looked at Lisa’s prone form, her shapely rear looked very good wrapped in leather and the stockings filling the space between the leather of her skirt and boots made her legs look excellent. Business before pleasure. He chided himself before reaching into the duffle bag of tricks and withdrawing more leather straps.
He worked faster this time, having practiced buckling all the straps and pulling them tight with one unwilling victim, he was much more smooth the second time as he bound Lisa tightly in unrelenting leather and buckled the collar and ballgag tightly.
With two packages in the back of the van, Morris took a moment to admire his two captives before throwing a blanket over the two unconscious girls and beginning the drive back to the warehouse. It was a long thirty minute drive out to the warehouse, Morris making sure to obey all speed limits and laws to not get pulled over before pulling into the warehouse and watching the door roll closed behind the van.
He got out and opened up the trunk before pulling the bag out and removing the last of the restraints. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do this, since it was essentially putting himself in bondage and he would never put himself in that position, but he was a little curious and he had to hurry since he could feel his control of Shannon beginning to slip. Four leather cuffs, one for each wrist and ankle were quickly buckled on before the ankle cuffs were padlocked together. Slipping a collar around his neck and attaching it to another cargo anchor point, Morris picked up the ballgag but realized he wouldn’t have enough time and simply chose to use the last padlock to buckle the leather cuffs behind his back as darkness began to eat away at the edge of his vision. He could barely see two of his men approaching the van before he finally lost control over the body and he opened his eyes back in his compound.
Somewhere far across the city, Shannon Johnston was waking up finding herself cuffed and collared in the back of a van in a warehouse with two of her new friends, wondering how the hell she got there and what that rubber ball on a strap was that the men approaching her were carrying. She screamed.