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Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, lesdom, M/f, maledom, bondage, non-consensual, kidnapping, handcuffs, ball gags, spanking
Colleen was going to run. She knew it. This might be the last chance she would get in… who could even know how long?
Professor Vaughn was now sandwiching Lena between herself and the goon holding the tan young woman on the couch, grabbing at her free wrist to bring it close enough to finish cuffing her. The pink-haired captive fought back with a ferocity Colleen would never have guessed she had in her. She squirmed in place and struggled like a wildcat, screaming underneath the meaty hand clamped over her mouth.
It was seeing Lena fight back like that that convinced Colleen she had to try and get out of this.
There was no time to create any kind of distraction. Colleen had to gamble everything on an all or nothing move. She had to get outside. As long as she made it outside and made enough noise, someone would notice. Someone had to notice. How often did people see a girl in a leather dog mask and a matching armbinder running down the street? It was a Sunday afternoon, so people would be home. Colleen just had to make it out the front door, down the steps, and yell loud enough to get some attention. That was it.
Colleen ran before she could convince herself not to try. Before she could remember the hard, cold edge Professor Vaughn’s voice took on when she made threats, or what she told her and Dani about locking them in chastity belt’s for months, or how practiced she and the goons seemed to be at kidnapping women. Colleen shoved all those thoughts aside as she dashed to the front door as fast as her high-heeled boots allowed her. Her heels hitting the hard floor thundered in her ears.
She was at the door fast. The knob was loose, easy to manipulate. Colleen didn’t have free fingers, but all she had to do was catch the old knob with the leather of the armbinder and–there! It was moving! Then she had to pull the door in just the right way that–it was open!
There was no time to look behind and see what was happening. Colleen had to move. Her brown boots were made for running and it was lucky she hadn’t tripped yet. She could hear vague sounds of struggling in the background and paid it no mind as she stepped forward.
“HHHHMMMMLLLPH!” Colleen screamed when she was two feet out of the door. “SSSOOMMMOOGGGHN HHHMLLLPH!”
It was a peaceful winter day. The sun shone brightly and was reflected by the barely-more-than-thin layer of snow that coated the lawns of the neighborhood. Nobody was outside today. Colleen glimpsed an open garage door or two, but no one was around to see.
That was okay. She just had to keep yelling. “IIDAAAPNNNG!” she tried to scream. Her own gagged voice reverberated through the leather hood on her head. “EEAAGHS! HHHEEEMMM–mmmmmph!”
A hand wrapped tightly around Colleen’s bicep and wrenched her backwards. Colleen stumbled over the sudden shift in her movement and lost her footing. Her captor saw it coming and caught her as she fell. Colleen kicked with one leg and tried to dig in with the other as she was forcibly dragged back inside her home.
Once inside Colleen was flung forward, directly onto the back of her couch. The stumbling way her gut hit the furniture knocked the breath out of her. She heard a door slam out in the distance and saw a dash of bright pink in the corner of her eye. Lena. She was still on the couch. The goon was still holding her mouth shut, but Colleen saw that her wrists had finally been cuffed together.
A hand was abruptly at the back of Colleen’s neck, shoving her forward. The bound and gagged brunette’s feet rose into the air as she was balanced haphazardly on the back of her own couch.
“Bad girl!” Professor Vaughn’s voice sounded out. “Bad, bad girl!”
Then she was spanking Colleen. It was impossible to guess how many times Colleen felt the blows rain down on her backside. They all blended together. She couldn’t even be sure if her skirt had come up enough for the professor to be smacking her nylon-covered ass directly or not.
Soon the force of the spanking propelled Colleen forward until she was sliding onto the seat. Professor Vaughn kept right on hitting and hitting until she tumbled off the couch entirely and rolled onto the floor.
She felt her feet hit someone as she went down and hoped it wasn’t Lena.
Colleen looked up, noting that the mask had gone askew enough for the leather to cut into her field of vision, and saw Professor Vaughn marching around the couch to glare down at her.
“Stay!” she commanded. “You stay right there on the ground and do. Not. Move!”
The playfulness was completely gone, replaced by a stern disciplinarian.
Colleen stayed.
Even if she wanted to try to run again she would have to get off the ground first. The time it took her to do that would be way more than enough for the kidnappers to put a stop to it before she made any real progress.
Colleen let out a quiet whimper, knowing she was well and truly caught. She looked over to Lena. Their eyes met. Something passed between them. Colleen would never be able to say exactly what it was. But for just a moment there was no one else. The whole world came down to that mutual stare and the despair in both of their eyes.
Whatever Lena saw in Colleen’s gaze, it was enough to quiet her. Her struggles faded just as Vaughn came upon her with another pair of cuffs to lock her ankles together. In another few minutes, Trinity was bound up as well. And just like that, all five young women were too heavily bound and too closely watched to do anything.
But it wasn’t until Dani and Trinity were brought over to the couch and sat down next to Lena that Professor Vaughn came back to loom over Colleen.
“Now,” she said. “What to do about you?”