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Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, lesdom, M/f, maledom, bondage, non-consensual, kidnapping, handcuffs, ball gags
Professor Vaughn could have held Colleen and Dani by the shoulders as she led them out of Dani’s room and through the house. She also could have pushed them along by the small of their backs, or grabbed their bindings and pulled them.
Instead she took a firm grip of their respective asses and used that to direct them forward.
Colleen grunted into both her gag and the leather dog mask at the unwelcome groping. She could see Dani’s pencil skirt was tight enough that Vaughn didn’t try to slip her hand underneath, but her own skirt was loose enough that the good professor could get past it and at her nylon covered ass just fine. She was not shy about running her fingers up and down the material while pinching and grabbing at the flesh it covered.
But Colleen didn’t have time to dwell on that. She, her fellow captive, and their plump captor were back in the main room of their rented house in less than thirty seconds. There they were greeted by a sight Colleen could really have done without seeing.
The goons had been busy, and they apparently worked very fast. In the time Professor Vaughn had tied up Colleen and Dani, her two friends managed to get a whole of no less than three new captive women. Three!
Colleen blinked, too stunned to let out a loud moan like Dani did off to the side. How?! It can’t have been more than thirty, maybe forty-five minutes! Was that really enough time to lure in and kidnap three separate women on a Sunday afternoon?
What was more, Colleen recognized all of them.
On the floor was her friend Sarah dressed in jeans and a light jacket. She did a double take when she saw Colleen’s dog mask, and Colleen was grateful that it hid her blush. Sarah had been her first roommate in the dorms. A much better roommate than Dani was too, just as outgoing but much better at not bothering Colleen when she had to get some work done. Sarah was a fit, energetic redhead who was currently bound and gagged a lot like Colleen had been earlier, with a ball gag and cuffs around both her wrists and ankles.
But unlike Colleen she had been handcuffed to something. Her arms were wrapped around the support beam that jutted out of the countertop off to the side of the living room, leaving her back up against it. She had even been set on the counter, which limited her ability to struggle or try to get away even more. Sarah would fall and probably injure her arms if she tried.
Second was Dani’s friend Trinity. A stoic asian girl with long, silky black hair that reached down to her waist. The leggings beneath her gray skirt ran all the way into black lace-up boots with short wedge heels. Like Sarah, she was still wearing a jacket. The goons must have been grabbing them as soon as they entered the house.
Unlike Sarah, Trinity was still in the arms of one of the goons. There were handcuffs around her ankles and a gag in her mouth, but the man hadn’t been able to get some around her ankles yet. He was too busy gripping her by the shoulders and trying to hold her still. Trinity was fighting back, struggling with a ferocity that matched Dani’s when Colleen first tied her up earlier in the day.
The third girl was a surprise to see. Lena was one of Colleen’s classmates. Not in Vaughn’s class, but another. They’d done some projects together, but Colleen definitely did not have her number or picture in her phone. She must have been Dani’s date, the one the blonde had been dressing up for. One look at those massive D-cups on her chest made that pretty obvious. Dani was fond of large breasts.
Lena was dressed in jeans that were tucked into a pair of high black boots with inch-tall heels. She too was wearing a jacket with a faux fur-lined hood. Her hair was dyed pink, and Colleen had never been able to tell if her tanned skin was her natural tone or something she worked to maintain. Only one of her wrists were cuffed, her goon was doing his best to get a good grip on the other one, but it was tough for him to do it. He was holding her on his lap on the couch, his legs snaking between hers to keep her from standing up, but couldn't get a good hold on her other arm while keeping his hand firmly clamped over her mouth.
“My my,” said Vaughn. “You gentlemen have been hard at work, haven’t you?”
“We weren’t expecting these two,” explained the main goon without indulging Vaughn’s sarcasm. He was the one trying to get Trinity’s legs bound. “They came in with a key while we were getting the redhead under control.”
“Ffmmgh ooou!” Exclaimed Sarah from her spot on the counter.
“They’re fighters, both of them. We have some duct tape in the–aaarh! Bitch!”
Trinity had stamped down on his foot, hard. She tried to squirm free from his grip while he cursed, but he managed to keep his grip.
Professor Vaughn laughed at the sight before her. “You two hold still,” she told Colleen and Dani. “I’ll have my eyes on you, and I will stop you if you move an inch from this spot. Got it? Good girls.”
Colleen felt a pinch on the ass as the professor moved towards the goons’ bag to find their duct tape. She grunted, but did not struggle or anything else.
But, she realized with a flash, this might be her final chance to get away. She could try and sneak out the back door while the kidnappers had their hands full. Or… or she could make a break for it! The front door was right there, all she had to do was make it outside. Surely someone would see her bound up in this dog mask.
Should she give escape one last try?