Captured Partners


She is pulled struggling into the room, her arms handcuffed behind her back. She "humpfs" under the tape over her lips. She tries to pull away from her captors who coldly keep her in place. She notices before her sits her nemesis, in a high backed leather chair. Dressed head to toe in tight black leather, like a Dominatrix. Her heart misses a beat seeing a figure kneeling next to her, a leather clad hand resting on her head.

The figure is sitting passively on her knees, dressed in a frilly dress her hands cuffed securely behind her back, her hair done up and a mask harnessed over her head covering her mouth and nose. The once strong woman is now passively sat like a trophy at the other woman's feet, her eyes fluttering as if she is trying to keep conscious.

At a gesture from the woman in the chair the guards start to undress her. Ignoring her protests as she is quickly rendered nude, and put into lingerie. She squirms and protests as she is dressed up, her tomboyish outfit taken from her and dressed up in a cute frilly dress like her partner. Forced to her knees as she grunts under the gag, she struggles in vain as a mask is buckled over her head coving her mouth and nose over the tape.

Glancing over at her companion, looking into her docile eyes as something is plugged into a socket on her mask, heart beginning to pound as panic sets in. Her nostrils fill with a sweat smell and her head starts to cloud as she is forces to breath it in. Feeling a hand on her head gently caressing as she desperately tries to fight against it. Feeling herself slipping, unable to focus, not even sure where she is.

She shudders a little and purrs feeling a reassuring hand on her head, and another woman compliantly kneeling opposite her. She struggles to focus, a strong demanding voice speaks, seemingly form far away. Telling how she was now her property, something to be kept secured away. She sits compliantly unable to even struggle, let alone protest. Deep down under the haze, she did not even want to.

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