This is the last scene of a voter-driven story. The direction of each scene of Interrupted Study  was chosen in polls.

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, lesdom, bondage, non-consensual, kidnapping, sex slavery, stripping, ball gags, tape gags, strap-on, light puppy play

Part 11

The car ride passed by in a blur. Colleen did her best to keep track of where Professor Vaughn drove. Neither she or Dani had been blindfolded, so it might help later on if she could keep track of their location. But Vaughn took a lot of twists and turns on her way to her home, to what she kept declaring was now Colleen and Dani’s home. In the end Colleen knew she wouldn't be able to retrace the route, though she did have a pretty good idea of their general location.

The thought wasn’t very comforting. It gradually dawned on Colleen that Vaughn hadn’t blindfolded her or Dani because she didn’t care if they knew where she would keep her. The professor was simply that confident in her ability to keep the two of them prisoner. She wasn’t worried at all. When the car finally reached its destination Vaughn was whistling a jaunty tune.

It was a nice house a little ways outside of town. Big, with a fence and an electronic gate. There were hedges and a nice lawn and everything. Seriously, how the hell did a college professor afford a place like this? But she wasn’t just a college professor, Colleen reminded herself. She’s been helping kidnappers abduct and sell women. That evidently paid quite a bit.

Professor Vaughn kept up her happy whistling as she pulled into the garage and made sure everything was shut and locked. “We’re here, ladies. Welcome home!”

Collen’s gaze fell to the floor. Dani was hyperventilating, straining against her shibari bondage and the seatbelt in earnest. She was suddenly putting up more of a fight than she had in a few hours. Her efforts intensified–she let out a prolonged whine, shook her head and stamped her feet–as Vaughn came around to pull her out of the car.

Vaughn laughed. “That’s it! Struggle for me! It turns me on!”

Dani moaned as she was hustled out of her seat and into the house. She stumbled a little on her high heeled leather boots, but didn’t fall. Colleen watched Vaughn give her a few smacks to her leather-clad ass as she directed her into the house, leaving Colleen alone in the garage for a few minutes.

Colleen didn’t struggle like Dani did when Vaughn came back for her. The memory of her kidnapper’s hand held tightly over her mouth and nose was too fresh. She was rewarded for her more compliant behavior with a less forceful Professor. Colleen didn’t stumble on her heels when they touched the ground.

“Good girls turn me on too,” Vaughn whispered. Colleen barely heard it underneath her leather dog mask and parka hood, but she definitely felt the professor’s hand reach under her skirt to give her a sharp pinch on her nylon-covered ass. Her hand remained in place, squeezing, while she pulled Colleen into the house.

The inside of the place was as nice as the outside. Just in the entryway Colleen spotted plenty of stylish furnishings, windows to let in natural light (tinted though, so no one would see through even if there weren’t an outside wall and tall hedges to keep people from looking in), and a clean white paint job. It was the kind of place Colleen knew she could expect to find on one of those home improvement shows. The only thing out of place was the leather clad, bound and gagged blonde slut chained to a sleek metal stair rail.

Colleen locked eyes with her roommate, who was still gagged with the tape Colleen had wrapped around her head hours ago. All of Dani’s winter clothing was gone now, laying in a crumpled heap a few feet away. All that remained was the willowy blonde in the same outfit and ropes Professor Vaughn dressed and tied her in earlier. Black leather, from head to toe. Suddenly Colleen felt grateful for her own comparatively ordinary outfit. A sweater, skirt, nylons and boots looked downright normal compared to Dani’s club-worthy outfit. The only leather Colleen wore was bondage, the armbinder and the dog mask. Compared to the intricate rope harness that ran up and down Dani’s torso, and the particular strands running right through her crotch, Colleen was counting herself lucky.

“First thing’s first,” Vaughn said as she took off Colleen’s parka and scarf. “I was hoping to make a bit more of a ceremony out of this, but I was only expecting one new pet instead of two and I wasn’t quite prepared for that. So I have to be practical.”

Colleen frowned underneath her mask. What was she talking about? She was about to turn and look at her blonde teacher when it hit her. The chain around Dani’s neck. One end of it was locked to the iron-wrought stair rail. But the other end was attached to a–

“Hold still,” commanded Vaughn. Colleen felt instant dread as the teacher went to her throat, wrapping something stiff and sturdy there. In seconds it was enveloping her neck, going all the way around. Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t dare move.

“There we go.”

Collen’s breath didn’t return until Professor Vaughn came back up to her throat with a chain that matched Dani’s.

“That’s much better.” Vaughn took a few steps away, never letting go of the chain. “Now I don’t have to grab onto you every time you won’t move like you’re told. I can just pick up your leash!” She jangled the chain to emphasize her point, then gave it a tug to pull Colleen forward.

It was a collar. Professor Vaughn had locked a collar around Colleen’s neck and attached a leash to it so she could lead the student around like a dog.

Dani’s collar must be similar, Colleen realized. She looked over to the blonde and saw her own band of leather clearly for the first time. It covered half her neck. At the front was a study looking ring that had the other end of her chain locked onto it.

In minutes, Colleen was locked to the same railing, several feet away. Her chain was attached to the end of it while Dani’s was stuck at the halfway point. Colleen had a little more space to move.

As Colleen tested out the length of her chain, Professor Vaughn made a point of showing them the keys to the locks of their chains and setting them down on a table much too far away for either captive student to get anywhere near.

“I want you girls to understand very clearly that you aren’t leaving here.” Vaughn gestured around her expansive home. “This is where you live now. You don’t get to leave unless I say you do. Got it? Good. Now…”

She marched straight for Colleen, who cringed at her approach. “Stop that,” Vaughn swatted a hand at the brunette’s ass. “You don’t hide away from me, Colleen. Ever. That hot body of yours is my property and I don’t want anything getting in the way of enjoying it.”

That sounded like she was about to strip Colleen naked. But to the shorter brunette woman’s surprise, that wasn’t what happened. Instead Vaughn undid the armbinder. Colleen gasped with relief as her shoulders and arms were suddenly free.

“Don’t take off the mask or gag,” Vaughn said in her commanding voice. Colleen didn’t dare disobey. She hugged herself as the professor went over to Dani and undid all her ropes. Colleen’s relieved gasp was nothing compared to Dani’s when the rope embedded in her crotch was taken away. She too was ordered not to ungag herself.

“Now I just need to get that little trunk of goodies that was in your closet,” Vaughn said to Dani. “You two stay right where you are.”

And then they were alone.

Colleen and Dani locked eyes and saw mirrored looks of despair. What was going to happen to them? Was this really what their lives would look like now? Was there any hope of escape?

There might have been more anger in Dani’s eyes than Colleen’s. It was hard to say for sure, but Colleen realized Dani wasn’t going to just forget that Professor Vaugn wasn’t the first person to tie her up today.

Wait Colleen frowned, her eyes shifting into a glare. Vaughn had found bondage gear in her size in Dani’s trunk, hadn’t she? Dani had been planning to do the same thing to her!

“Oof, this thing is heavy,” came the professor’s voice. She came barreling into the room with Dani’s overfilled trunk of bondage gear and costumes. It came down on the floor with a heavy thud. Vaughn let out a big breath and sat down on it.

She stayed there for a moment, catching her breath. After that moment passed she returned her focus to her captives. Professor Vaughn gave Colleen and Dani long, appraising looks. Her hungry eyes traveled up and down their bodies and the outfits she had dressed them in, lingering at Dani’s legs, Colleen’s breasts, and anything else that caught her glazed eyes.

“Strip.”

Colleen blinked and traded glances with Dani. What?

“You both heard me. Strip. Take off your clothes. Now. The first one of you to be completely naked wins a prize. Except for Colleen’s mask. That stays on.”

Dani moved first. Going straight for her underbust corset just a second or two before Colleen’s brain caught up to her. It took a second. She didn’t want to obey this order, but with Dani capitulating so instantly she knew she would have to. When Colleen understood that she started with her skirt. Then the boots and the knee socks. She glanced over to Dani, who had gotten off her own boots and was fumbling with her ungodly tight leather pants.

Once Colleen’s knee socks were off, she focused on her upper body. The chains were still around their necks, so getting off their tops might be tricky. Better to take care of that right away. But when she pulled her sweater up Colleen found herself hitting a roadblock. The damned dog mask. Her sweater got caught in the snout almost immediately. It took Colleen way too long to finally rip the damn thing off her covered head, and when she did she saw that Dani was way ahead of her, taking her own tight top off and throwing it up the length of the chain in one smooth motion.

From there the race was decided. Dani stood, naked and shivering in the foyer just as Colleen was tearing the nylons off her legs.

Professor Vaughn started clapping. “Excellent! Good girls. I was hoping you would lose, Colleen.”

She stood and opened the trunk. For a few minutes she rifled around in it, tossing things out and shoving them to the side untils she found something she wanted.

“Here you go, blondie,” she tossed a few articles of clothing over to Dani, followed by a pair of high heels. Colleen didn’t recognize most of it. There were white pantyhose, sure. But… Was that another corset? “Get your pretty ass and your gorgeous legs into this whole outfit while I put Colleen into the bitchsuit you bought for her.”

Dani gaped for a few seconds before doing as she was told.

But Colleen couldn’t pay attention to her now. She had to focus on her ex-teacher, stalking toward her like a hungry lioness.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this, honey. And it’s gone even better than I thought it would! I never imagined I would get to put you in one of these right away!”

“Aaugh iii igh?” Colleen tried to ask through her gag. ‘What is it?’ She didn’t know what a ‘bitchsuit’ was. All she could see was a mass of leather and built in straps.

“Hush,” Vaughn ordered. “Don’t fight this. Not if you know what’s good for you.”

It took some time to slip Colleen into the strange leather suit. She cooperated, but the size was a hair too small to comfortably fit the brunette. Professor had to fight to pull it up every individual limb, starting with the legs before sliding it up her body and then over her arms. There Colleen saw the straps were built into the arms and legs. She assumed they were to bind her limbs together.

As this was going on, Colleen periodically glanced over to Dani. It didn’t take her long to put on her costume. It was a classic bunny girl outfit, straight out of the Playboy Mansion. There was a bright pink teddy, the opaque white panythose she had seen, the heels, and of course the bunny ears. They were snowball white and fuzzy. When Dani was dressed she simply stood there, forlornly looking on as Colleen’s bondage was finished.

It wasn’t until the suit was fully on and Vaughn commanded Colleen to kneel that she learned what the straps were for. Instead of locking her arms and legs together, Vaughn folded them up and locked them in position like that! Colleen let out a pitiful when she finally noticed the pads and the elbows and knees and realized she was going to have to walk around on them.

“I thought you two were in more of a consensual thing,” said Professor Vaughn as she straightened Colleen’s dog mask, which Colleen finally understood. It was to match the dog suit. “But I get it now. You were never the mistress here. Neither of you were. And you never will be.” She leaned in to give her a soft kiss on the forehead.

Then she undid Colleen’s chain from the stair rail and started pulling her along the room on the leash, forcing the brunette to adjust to walking on her elbows and knees. After a few minutes of that, along with some mocking words of encouragement, Professor Vaughn brought her back to the stairs.

“Now, my sexy bunny girl,” Vaughn said to Dani as she attached Colleen’s chain to her collar now, tying the two of them together. “You won our little strip race, so that means it’s time for your reward. And that reward is that you get to watch the show.”

Colleen didn’t like the sound of that.

“Sssmmmphwwww?” Dani’s muffled voice was confused.

“That’s right!” Vaughn shut the trunk and pulled it closer to her captives. She grabbed Colleen by the scruff of her suit and started pulling her onto the trunk, resting her belly on it. “Come on, doggy. Get up here.”

Colleen felt a sudden flash of insight. This position felt a lot like being put over someone’s knee. She thought back to the spankings she gave Dani before Vaughn and her goons burst in her door. Was it Colleen’s turn?

No. It was much worse than that.

“Mmmmph!?” Colleen exclaimed as she saw the black dildo at the center of a mass of leather straps and buckles.

“That’s right,” Vaughn smirked. “I’m going to strap on this strap-on and have some fun with you.”

Colleen bolted away on instinct. She tried to, anyway. Vaughn saw it coming and got a good grip before she could make it more than a few inches. From there the professor sat herself right on top of the shorter, bitchsuited brunette. Her weight kept Colleen in place while she finished preparing herself.

By the time she was ready, the fight had faded again. That strap-on was going in. Colleen knew it. Professor Vaughn and Dani knew it. Colleen found herself in a detached state as her kidnapper stood up. She felt Professor Vaughn position herself behind her, kneel down, zip open the slot she hadn’t even realized was there on the leather bitchsuit.

And as the strap-on went in, Colleen knew beyond all doubt that she was in this for the long haul.