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Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, lesdom, M/f, maledom, bondage, non-consensual, kidnapping, handcuffs, ball gags, tape bondage, breath play, teasing
“I’ll start with you, Colleen, before I move on to your little friends. Trying to escape is much worse than trying to scream, don’t you think?” she directed those last words at the second goon, the one who stayed behind. Goon #1 left the house to pull their car around while #2 was helping Vaughn keep an eye on everyone. He had migrated over to Lena, who was scowling as he groped at her chest.
“Sounds good to me.”
Dani and Mrs. Kenway were to Lena and the goon’s right, Dani looking exhausted and Mrs. Kenway was at the “frozen in fear” stage of captivity. Trinity and Sarah were on the other end of the couch.
Vaughn’s smile widened as she stepped over to Colleen’s place on the floor. The bound, gagged, and masked brunette gulped when she abruptly remembered that she was the one her teacher had come to abduct in the first place. What was she about to do? Smack her ass? Her face? Bring out something that would cause more pain than an open hand?
Colleen’s trepidation grew as the older blonde woman knelt down closer to her. Subconsciously, she started inching away. She didn’t get far before Vaughn put firm hands on her shoulder and pulled her close. Colleen was breathing hard now, fearful that something terrible was about to happen to her when…
…Professor Vaughn reached under her leather dog mask and put a hand firmly over her mouth.
Colleen blinked. This was it? This was punishment? She felt the hand completely covering her ball gagged mouth, but that was it. Nothing more complicated, painful, or dangerous. Just… a hand gag.
“The thing you girls need to understand,” said Professor Vaughn in what Colleen recognized as her teaching voice, “is that you no longer have any control over your lives or your bodies. And you never will again. From here on out, you belong to whoever owns you. Allow me to demonstrate.”
She moved her hand another inch or two up to cover Colleen’s nose. Colleen blinked again. It took a few seconds to recognize what was happening. With Professor Vaughn’s hand clamped down so well on her mouth and her thumb and pointer finger doing the same with her nose, she could no longer breathe.
“Mmmmph!?” Colleen called out. She hadn’t even had a chance to inhale. She was just… she… “Mmmph, mmm, MMMMMPH!”
Professor Vaughn chuckled above her head, and Colleen suddenly found herself starting to freak out. She tried to squirm away from her kidnapper’s grip, but Vaughn kept a firm hold on her struggling form. Her legs flailed. She tried to kick out her booted feet at Professor Vaughn, but was in no position to come anywhere near her. At the same time she pulled at the leather sleeve containing her arms with every ounce of strength she could muster up.
Eventually–finally–Professor Vaughn moved her hand away from Colleen’s face. Colleen gasped with relief, breathing hard and slumping in place now that she was physically able to. She barely noticed when Professor Vaughn hauled her to her feet and dragged her over to a chair where the professor sat herself before placing Colleen on her lap.
Then she did it again. Colleen barely even recognized what was happening before the hand was clamped back over her mouth and her ability to breathe was taken away.
“MMMMnnnooogh!” She begged Professor Vaughn not to do this again. To no one’s surprise, Professor Vaughn ignored her. Colleen couldn’t even kick out this time, the teacher had tangled their legs together to keep them still. The lone difference was that Vaughn was doing something with her other hand. Holding something. She reached underneath Colleen’s skirt as the brunette struggled, slipping underneath the nylons and the underwear before it felt like she inserted something directly into Colleen’s sex.
The realization made Colleen struggle harder. But now that Vaughn was done putting whatever that was in there she had a free hand to hold Colleen all the tighter. She pulled the dog masked girl’s head back until it rested on her shoulder with her hand still over her lower face.
And then it was gone. Colleen found herself gasping ragged breaths again, twice over when she suddenly felt the vibrator Professor Vaughn inserted into her sex activate, sending pulsing waves of physical pleasure tingling throughout her body.
“See?” Professor Vaughn’s voice sounded a million miles away as the plump woman let go of Colleen, allowing the brunette to tumble down to the ground. “She’s just a sexy toy now. All of you are. Now let’s see about making our other naughty bitches regret what they did.”
Colleen tried to keep her wits about her as Professor Vaughn and the goons (#1 had returned at some point) went about their business. She saw Sarah and Trinity’s reactions to the sight before them, Sarah suddenly looked nervous while Trinity kept her face as still as she could. Vaughn focused on those two while the goons prepared the other girls for transport.
They started with Mrs. Kenway, adding a final pair of handcuffs to trap her in a cuff-based hogtie before throwing a tarp over her. Goon #1 physically carried her out the door to the vehicle while promising hell to pay if she made so much as a sound.
As for Professor Vaughn, she started by inserting vibrators into both Sarah and Trinity, using their own clothes to hold them in like she had with Colleen. It was an ingenious torment, really. Colleen quickly realized that the device between her own legs would never give her any kind of real relief. It would just tease her, bring her as far along as it could without granting her a climax. Maddening.
When she was done with that, the professor went about making Sarah and Trinity’s bondage much worse. While the first goon came back in to grab Lena the same way they had with Mrs. Kenway, Vaughn was taking ropes to their elbows. The act of having their arms restrained like that was visibly much less comfortable and made them just their chests out.
After that she brought them down to the floor and hogtied them. But while Lena and Mrs. Kenway got relatively easy hogties attaching their wrists to their ankles, Sarah and Trinity’s were bound to their tied elbows, with more ropes being added to their hair. Before long their necks were arched back and it did not look comfortable.
Through it all, Professor Vaughn would periodically clamp a hand down on their faces, taking away their breath the same way she had for Colleen. Goon #1 came in halfway through and settled in to enjoy the show with his partner.
“If you ever get tired of teaching, you’d probably be able to get a job as a trainer. Get to play with new toys all day long and show ‘em who's boss.”
Professor Vaughn smiled at him. “I’ve thought about it. Maybe one day.”
The goons moved Sarah first when the show ended. Putting her under a similar tarp they had with the other two. That was when Professor Vaughn refocused her attention on “her” new pets.
Rather than hogtie Colleen and Dani, the professor elected to find their own heavy winter coats. She sat both unresisting roommates up and carefully put them over their shoulders. Colleen felt warm as her own black parka enveloped the upper half of her body, the half where all bondage was visible. It was zipped over her torso, hiding everything but the dog mask on her face. The hood took care of that, but only after Professor Vaughn wrapped a scarf around the mask of Colleen’s dog snout. The hood and scarf together did a good job of hiding what Colleen was wearing.
The goons came back at this point to move Trinity, their last prize.
“Can you boys help me move that toy trunk too?” Vaughn asked and got a couple of “sures” back.
Dani’s facewear was more simple. A regular black cloth face mask and her own hair hid her gagged mouth, and she only had to wear a hat on top of that. Her own winter jacket went over her shoulders, and once everything else was on, Professor Vaughn carefully maneuvered the empty arms of their coats into their pockets.
“Now no one will be able to see that you’re my prisoners when they look,” the professor declared, drawing a pathetic little whimper from Dani.
Colleen managed to keep quiet, but as the goons came back into the house to grab Dani’s trunk of bondage gear, she couldn't help but make a small whimper of her own.
Professor Vaughn’s words proved true moments later. They drew no attention as the older woman led them by the shoulders out of the house, carefully down the steps, and a house or two to the side of the ordinary looking silver SUV Vaughn was driving. Colleen tried to look around, but between the mask and the hood she had little peripheral vision.
Before she knew it, Colleen and Dani were led gingerly into the backseat of the car and buckled in. She watched as the professor and her goon friends made their goodbyes to each other and went their separate ways.
Professor Vaughn shut her door with a thud, started her car, and finally looked back at Colleen and Dani with a wide grin.
“Alright girls, it’s time to go home!”