by Van © 2025
		Chapter 1

PROLOGUE
(Author's Notes)

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Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp! is set in the same fictional universe as Fox Hunt (Story #77).  Unfortunately, the Intrepid Investigative Reporter Jodi McJoy (😍) doesn't make an appearance, nor is she even referenced, nor are any of this story's characters devilishly cute gingers.  Nonetheless, I shall do my best to make the tale fun and entertaining.  Anyhoo...

A handful of years have passed since the events in Fox Hunt, and working in partnership with major film studios Beauty in Distress Studios (BiDS), the Gibson Gazillionaires' motion picture and television company specializing in realistic and trope-free Damsel-in-Distress cinema, has released its first film, and it's a financial and critical success!

Sweet Gwendoline and the Race for the Gold Cup is raking in the bucks, has garnered strong and positive critical praise (more-or-less), and is in the running for numerous prestigious awards!  Principal photography on the next Gwendoline movie, Sweet Gwendoline and the Missing Princess, is well underway and the movie is eagerly anticipated.

BiDS is planning a series of Fanni Hall movies in partnership with other studios and Franco Saudelli's La Bionda is under development as an original series to air on one of the major streaming services!  Additional BiDS Damsel-in-Distress projects are further out, and major studios who aren't BiDS partners are getting on board the Gibson Gazillionaires' bandwagon by green-lighting "DiD Genre" major films and TV series of their own.

It's something of a minor transformation for the entertainment industry, fueled by a growing intolerance on the part of audiences and critics for sloppy and overtly escapable restraint.  Gone are the days of slapping a strip of tape on an actress' mouth, loosely tying her wrists together in front, and calling her helpless.  Captured actors (female and male) can no longer simply pretend to be bound and gagged when quite obviously they aren't.  "Faux bondage" is now allowed only for comedic purposes.

Directors are expected and even required by their producers to use "authentic bondage."  Gone are the days of delegating some randomly chosen stagehand to haphazardly and loosely "bind" and "gag" the onscreen talent using the wrong tape and the wrong rope.

In short, if a DiD situation is in the script, somebody on the film crew will be knowledgeable in the techniques and technology of tying people up.  "Bondage Rigger" has joined the ranks of "Key Grip," "Gaffer," "Best Boy," and other union recognized job specialties.

All of that being said, the DiD Revolution has caused problems for actresses cast in restrictive roles.

On any film set it takes time (and has always taken time) to revise and adjust the camera and lighting setups between scenes, even in the modern age of computer-generated virtual environments.  Also, everyone involved (including the cast) appreciate that every precaution must be taken to prevent continuity errors.  That means that between takes actors are routinely required to tolerate unpleasant conditions for extended periods of time.  Standing around cold and/or wet and/or filthy-from-head-to-toe and possibly "bound and gagged" comes with the territory... but imagine being stringently and realistically bound and gagged while the lighting department is up on ladders fiddling with the lights, the carpentry department is replacing a damaged section of wall, or the computer department is loading a new background sequence and rebooting the servers!

Untying and re-tying the talent would cause even more delay.  So, what to do?

It has long been industry practice to prepare for demanding action/adventure roles by sending cast members to "schools" specializing in theatrical fighting and physical conditioning.  Once there, the thespians learn the proper theatrical techniques for wielding knives, swinging swords, fighting with staffs, properly (and above all safely) using firearms, as well as other weapons in a realistic and photogenic manner.  There are also schools to prepare actors for high-speed driving, piloting aircraft (or pretending to pilot aircraft), horseback riding, rock-climbing, scuba-diving, or acquiring other required specialized skill-sets.

But where does a studio send their actors to learn how to tolerate being bound, gagged, and genuinely helpless for extended periods of time?

Kristen Bell as... Becky Bynder

Javicia Leslie as... Johari Buhle

Jamie Alexander as... Jane Newton

Kiernan Shipka as... Kim Bynder

Leaning back in her comfortable and throne-like office chair behind the imposingly large desk of her tastefully decorated office, Rebecca "Becky" Bynder glanced at her wristwatch, frowned, idly tugged on a strand of her longish blond hair (a nervous habit), pursed her undeniably attractive lips, and rolled her pretty blue eyes.  It was time for the final staff meeting before the arrival of her next class of students at "Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp."

Jane Newton, Becky's Senior Rigging Associate, was already present, lounging in one the pair of visitor chairs immediately in front of the desk.  She noted her employer's expression, smiled, and glanced at her own wristwatch.

"Don't get your panties in a twist on my account," Jane scolded her boss with a grin, "I'm here on time."

Both women wore the attire expected of staff members at Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp: exercise togs.

Becky was in denim-blue, calf-length, capri-style tights and a sky-blue, sleeveless, French-cut leotard with generous décolletage.  Her feet were bare and her flaxen hair loose about her shoulders.  The spandex ensemble was skintight (of course), and Becky had the pokies and camel-toe to prove it.  With her toned, trim, athletic, and curvaceous body and a generous amount of smooth, tan skin on display, Becky was a veritable Viking Shield-Maiden (albeit a somewhat diminutive Viking Shield-Maiden).

Jane's tights and leotard were similar, except her body-hugging garments were midnight-black.  Her feet were bare (like Becky's), her dark-brown hair cropped short, and she was also sporting pokies and a camel-toe (like Becky's).  Also, Jane was as athletically fit as her boss (only taller), and Jane's vibe was that of a Fair Skinned Amazon, rather than Viking.

Oh-by-the-way, even though both women were in their forties, not only were they in exquisite physical shape with perfectly proportioned (and curvaceous) figures, and they were beautiful, gorgeous, and undeniably hot.

Just then there was a quiet knock at the door.

"Come!" Becky called.

The door opened, and Becky's two missing staff members trooped into her office.

"It's about time," Becky huffed.

"Hey, we're on time," Johari Buhle responded as she flopped into the second visitor's chair, "just not early."

The 30-something African-American beauty was Becky's other Rigging Associate, and she was quite obviously not cowed by her blond boss.  She was also in staff uniform; however, her skintight tights and leotard were in two different shades of spruce-green.  Her black curls were plaited in multiple long braids and draped down her back and her body-form and features were as fit, attractive, and gorgeously beautiful as her boss and fellow employee.

The final staff member was Kimberly "Kim" Bynder, Becky's darling daughter and apprentice.

For some reason, Kim was out of uniform.  In fact, she was naked... totally naked.  Also, the devilishly cute and diminutive blonde was bound and gagged!  Specifically, a diamond-hitch (Kikkou) harness yoked her shoulders, crisscrossed her torso, dove between her legs, and cleaved her pussy!  Her arms were behind her back, and her lips sealed by a wide strip of Microfoam medical tape.  Her sad, brown, "puppy-dog eyes" begged for release.  It was pitiful and tragic (as well as amusing).

Still frowning (and somehow managing not to smile), Becky examined her daughter's trim, athletic, and arguably hot little body from head to toe... including her pert breasts, well-sculpted tummy, and smooth, tan skin... then traced an orbit in the air with her right index finger.

Kim dropped her Pitiful-and-Much-Put-Upon-Damsel routine, rolled her eyes, huffed a tape-gagged sigh, and shuffled in a slow pirouette... in the process revealing that her arms were pulled together and  bound from wrists to elbows in a second diamond-hitch harness... but upon closer examination it became clear the arm-bondage was fully integrated into the torso harness.  It was one elaborate, tight, flesh-dimpling, and obviously inescapable matrix of thin, white, braided, nylon rope.

"Probably too complicated for most scenarios," Becky stated.

"But very photogenic," Jane purred.  "We should add it to the 'special suggestions' catalog.  Directors might find it suitable as a set piece for more artistic scripts."

"That was always my intent," Johari purred, smiling at Jane.

"Well," Becky said, "fully document the technique when we're done here, then move on."

"But it's incomplete," Johari objected.  "I intend to continue the pattern down her legs, all the way to her feet and toes."

Kim scowled at Johari, staring daggers with her angry-but-pitiful brown eyes... then turned back to her mother and resumed her not angry and (she hoped) sympathy-inducing gagged pout.

The ghost-of-a-smile threatening to curl Becky's lips gained strength as she gazed at her naked, bound, and gagged daughter... then she shifted her focus back to Johari and Jane.

"You'll be bringing our first two new students to the school bright and early tomorrow morning," Becky observed.  "I've already approved their training programs, but are there any last minute concerns?"

Jane and Johari smiled and shook their heads in unison.

"Excellent."  Becky turned back to her naked, bound, and gagged daughter.  "On the other hand, your charge won't arrive until later in the day.  You're also ready to receive her in all respects?"

Kim blinked several timed, squirmed in her bonds, scowled, then heaved a tape-gagged sigh (again) and reluctantly nodded.  She knew where this was going.

"I hate leaving something half done," Becky stated as she gazed at her naked, bound, and gagged daughter... then shifted her smile to Johari.  "Finish your experiment and fully document the result... but limit the escape test to no more than an hour...maybe two.  I want everybody to double check their preparations for tomorrow."  She smiled at all three of her staff members.  "Anything else?"

Jane smiled and shook her head.

"Nothing I can think of," Johari purred, smiling at Kim.

"Mrrrpfh!" Kim objected (pouted) and stomped her right bare foot for emphasis (which caused her rope-framed breasts to bob and shake.  She did not appreciate Mother allowing Johari (or Jane, for that matter) to use her as her (their) test subject and/or Bondage Barbie.

Becky ignored Kim's objections, opened her laptop, focused on the screen, and started answering her email.

Jane and Johari left their visitor chairs and escorted (dragged) Kim from her mother's office.

"Mrrrrrf!"

"Quiet, Kimmy," Johari chided her bondage-model-of-convenience as they crossed the office threshold.

Jane smiled at Johari once they were in the hallway.  "She didn't volunteer for this, did she," Jane purred.  It was an observation, not a question.

"Of course not," Johari chuckled.

"I thought I heard somebody screaming somewhere about an hour ago," Jane stated.  "Then it was abruptly cut off, so I went back to work."

Kim (aka "Kimmy") angrily stared into the distance as she stomped (padded) down the hallway with Johari gripping her left arm and Jane her left.  Just you wait, the naked, bound (or half-bound), and tape-gagged little blonde silently fumed.  Just you wait.

Hailee Steinfeld as... Holly Warden

Millie Bobby Brown as... Matilda Greene

Holly Warden and Matilda Green arrived at the Burbank campus of Beauty in Distress Studios in the back of a luxury town car with heavily tinted rear-side windows.  Both young stars were dressed in high heel pumps, panty hose, semi-short skirts, jackets, and smart blouses—the sort of expensive, custom tailored, and very stylish business attire they wore when attending most executive-level meetings.

Holly and Matilda were more acquaintances than friends.  They'd encountered one another at the red carpet press events of various film premieres, award shows, and film festivals, but the 20-something brunette beauties had never worked together.  Happily, that was about to change.  They were costarring in an action/adventure fantasy film intended to be the first in a major new film trilogy!  Matilda's production company was a partner and Holly's smaller company also had financial skin in the game.

It was increasingly common for Hollywood actors to form their own private production corporations for added leverage negotiating for parts, expediting pet projects, and (of course) for tax purposes.  Holly and Matilda might be unusually youthful examples of the actor/producer trend, but both "girls" were intelligent, hardworking, and had demonstrated knacks for hiring talented executives/employees.  It wasn't unprecedented for actors of their age to wield their level of business clout (especially Mattie), but it was unusual.

Upon meeting for their ride to the BiDS campus, Holly and Matilda had smiled and exchanged industry-standard hugs and air-kisses.

"Holly!" Matilda gushed.

"Mattie!" Holly responded in kind.  (Everybody who is anybody knows Matilda prefers to answer to "Mattie.")

They chatted in the back of the town car and confessed they were both a little nervous.  While the details of the training program they were about to participate in were confidential and proprietary, they'd been warned it would be demanding; however, both actresses had undergone rigorous fight-training and physical conditioning programs prior to previous (and highly successful) film roles.  So... why not bondage instruction?  Besides, how hard could it be?

Finally, the town car arrived at the BiDS campus, was immediately cleared through the main gate, then continued on to the front entrance of the imposing BiDS Headquarters Building.  They were scheduled to attend a brief meeting with several production executives, then would be driven to begin their month of contractually mandated "Theatrical Restraint Training" at "Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp."  (They agreed the "Boot Camp" designation for the operation probably had been chosen to lighten the mood and make the curriculum seem less... sinister, and that it was very clever.)

Upon entering the main lobby the actresses were warmly greeted by a very cute redhead in an olive-gray business suit (with skirt), issued visitor badges, then led into the depths of the building.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Okay, ONE devilishly cute, beautiful, and adorable ginger.  I'm only human.  The uncredited cameo of redhead-handing-out-visitor-badges is played by... Ellie Bamber?  Yeah, let's go with Ellie Bamber... complete with British accent! 😍

As Holly, Mattie, and their ginger escort strode down the bustling corridor they passed men and women also dressed for business, all of whom smiled warmly (and sometimes shyly) as they passed the brunette visitors.  This wasn't particularly surprising because, having started acting at very early ages, Holly Warden and Matilda Greene were very famous and had formidable Q-ratings.  They were used to being constantly recognized by total strangers.  It went with the territory.

As to why Holly and Mattie hadn't been driven directly to wherever Ms. Bynder ran her operation, the answer was quite simple: security.

After the success of Race for the Gold Cup, BiDS found itself plagued by aggressive paparazzi.  The unscrupulous slime pestered every celebrity they spotted entering or leaving the studio campus and its filming locations—and even though the rear-side windows of the town car Holly and Mattie had arrived in had been tinted, the BiDS security department's video monitoring team reported the young stars' arrival had been noted by the bottom-feeding pests haunting the front gate.  That was unavoidable, but how were they to protect the security of Holly and Mattie's final destination?

Not to worry.  Phase two of the plan was to get the actresses off the campus unseen, and it shouldn't be that difficult. 

Eventually... the young stars found themselves in a loading dock on the far side of the building from the main entrance, and waiting for them was a very attractive brunette, an equally attractive Black woman, and a white utility van with panel sides.  Both women were fit, curvaceous, and casually dressed for exercise in sneakers and designer track-suits.  The brunette's outfit was black with white accents, and the Black beauty's was in shades of mulberry-red.  The loading dock was brightly lit, otherwise deserted, and its massive accordion-style door rolled down.

The brunette in black and white was the spokeswoman.  "Ms. Warden."  She shook Holly's hand.  "Ms. Greene."  She shook Mattie's hand as well.  "I'm Jane."  She gestured at her companion.  "And this is my colleague Johari."

"Pleased to meet you," Johari added as she also shook Holly and Mattie's hands.  "I'm a big fan."

Holly and Mattie continued smiling—then their eyes widened in shock and their smiles vanished!  Jane and Johari had reached under their jackets, produced off-white plasticuffs (the disposable restraints used by law enforcement to make mass arrests in riot situations), and with lightning speed Jane bound Holly's wrists together in front—Vriiip!  Vriiip!—and Jonari did the same to Mattie!  Vriiip!  Vriiip!

"Hey!" the young actors objected in unison, tugging on their unexpected bonds, but their captors had pulled them close and clamped hands over their mouths—"Mrrrrrf!"—and were now forcing bright red, silicon-rubber globs into their mouths!  "Mrrrpfh!"  The objects were carefully sized and molded to fill the amazed and alarmed prisoners' mouths and trap their tongues, and they incorporated bite-protectors that immobilized their jaws as well!  Then, their track-suit-wearing captors' hand-gags were back in place!  "Mrrrrrfh!"

Holly and Mattie squirmed in Jane and Johari's embraces, respectively, their arms trapped at their sides and, therefore, their bound wrists pressed against their stomachs.  Their captures had taken them totally unprepared, and even when they'd belatedly begun to resist, their theatrical fight training had proved to be totally inadequate.

The ginger BiDS escort stepped forward, reached into her jacket pocket, produced a rectangular strip of off-white plastic, peeled away its paper backing, stretched it between her hands, then pressed it against Mattie's mouth as Johari deftly released her hand-gag to make the tape-gagging possible.  The ginger then smoothed the tape (and obviously it was a prepared strip of medical tape) against Mattie's lips, mouth, and lower-face.

Next, the process was repeated as Holly's hand-gag was replaced with a smooth, taut, tape-gag of her own.  Jane had proved equally adept at quickly removing her hand in the nick of time, before Holly could expel her red glob and the tape was in place and being smoothed.

Both thespians squirmed, struggled, and complained—"Mrrrpfh!"  "Nrrrfh!"—but couldn't prevent Jane and Johari from making them even more helpless.

Long cable-ties tightened around the prisoners' waists—Vriiip!—Vriiip!—then smaller cable-ties were used to bind their new plastic belts to the junctions of their plasticuffs.  Vriiip!  Vriiip!  Finally, tiny cable ties were used to bind their thumbs together!  Vriiip!  Vriiip!

Next, the ginger escort stepped directly in front of Holly (her cute lips curled in a saucy, gloating, and comely smile), unbuttoned the wide-eyed prisoner's jacket... followed by her underlying blouse... then gave the bound and gagged young star a thorough (and intimate) frisking.  In the process she confiscated Holly's iPhone, a credit card and id case, a lipstick tube, and a small set of keys.

"If you kick her," Jane whispered in Holly's ear, "I'll zip-tie your knees and ankles."

Holly blinked and squirmed as the ginger groped under her blouse and under her skirt... but she didn't kick.  She couldn't make a break for it and run away if her legs were bound together.

Still smiling like a devilishly winsome and wicked little villainess... the ginger took a step back... then in front of Mattie... then opened her jacket and blouse and relieved her of her personal effects.

The actresses were now bound and gagged with their blouses and jackets hanging open, revealing provocative glimpses of their breasts, expensive and stylish designer bras, bellybuttons (innie in the case of Mattie and ever-so-slightly outie in the case of Holly), and flat tummies, all the way down to the waistbands of their skirts and their bound wrists (and thumbs).

Bound!  Gagged!  Disheveled!  This was not how Holly and Mattie had expected their training experience to begin.

"The first scenario for all of our students is a simulated kidnapping," Jane stated, "and what better way to simulate a kidnapping... than with an actual kidnapping?  Oh, and your tiresome meeting with the studio suits is cancelled."  She turned her smile to the ginger.  "Isn't that right?"

The evil, wicked, smiling redhead nodded in agreement.

While this was happening, Johari was using a compact pair of steel clippers to shear off the flopping ends of Holly and Mattie's plastic cable-tie and plasticuff bonds.  Snick, snick, snick, snick... etc.  And all the while the kidnapees' ginger escort (the one with the nimble fingers and grabby hands) stood off to the side and continued her mischievous, dimpled, gloating, and adorable smile.

"Time to take you to your final destination,'" Jane purred, took hold of Holly's arm, led her to the white van, and slid open its side door.  Johari was right behind, leading Mattie by her arm.

Holly and Mattie noted that the rear area of the van was bare, configured for utility, for hauling cargo rather than tricked out for the comfort of passengers.  Slotted tracks were embedded in the floor and white-painted walls, and there was no padding or carpeting.  That said, there were a pair of conventional automotive seats mounted in the floor tracks in the center of the cargo area, both facing forward, but their lap and shoulder belts were unconventional.  In fact, they appeared to be four-point pilot-style restraints.

"Mrrrf?"

"Mrrrk!"

The "students" were hustled/dragged into the van and plunked into the rear seats with Holly on the left (to port) and Mattie on the right (to starboard).  The four-point restraints were stretched across their shoulders and from either hip, met over their lower sternums, below their breasts, then clicked together.  Snick!  Snick!  The simulated/actual kidnap victims noted that with their plasticuffed wrists cable-tied to their waists, releasing the buckles would be highly problematic, meaning impossible, especially now that the wide nylon webbing belts had retracted and snapped taut.

Next, Jane pulled more off-white plastic cable-ties from a small, black, nylon duffel-bag resting on the floor of the van and used them to bind Holly's knees and ankles together.  Vriiip!  Vriiip!  She then secured Holly's bound ankles ankles to a conveniently positioned steel eyebolt mounted on the front base of her chair.  Vriiip! 

At the same time Johari had pulled cable-ties from the duffel and used them to provide the same service to Mattie, binding and securing her knees and ankles.  Vriiip!  Vriiip!  Vriiip!

The actresses/students/kidnap-victims squirmed and struggled and made clear their dissatisfaction with their handlers'/instructors'/kidnappers' teaching methods.

"Mmmmpfh!"

"Mrrrmmm!"

Jane and Johari smiled (continued smiling) and ignored their students' complaints.

The ginger BiDS escort was looking in through the van's open sliding door and was still smiling/gloating.  She was also blushing, but Holly and Mattie couldn't tell if the redhead was embarrassed or excited.  They had greater concerns.

"We should make them more comfortable," Jane purred.  "It will be a long hot drive to the school and the air conditioning might not reach back here."

"Good idea," Johari agreed.

Both handlers leaned close and pulled their charges' already unbuttoned and gaping jackets and blouses even further apart and tucked them under the taut crisscrossing belts of their seat restraints, exposing more of Holly and Mattie's bare skin and bras!

"MRRRRR!"

"MMMPF!!"

Then, Jane and Johari slid their hands under the captive's clothing, slid their bra straps off their shoulders, and pulled their breasts out of their bra-cups!

Holly and Mattie squirmed and struggled with renewed enthusiasm.  Their semi-exposed boobs made valiant efforts to shake and wobble as they did so, but their clothing and the seat-belt restraints interfered in the ability of their breasts to freely oscillate.  By the way, their nipples were now visible, poking above their pulled down and bunched-up bras.

"I'll be needing their visitor badges," the ginger said.  Her blush had intensified and her undeniably gorgeous and cute face had taken on a slight glow... meaning she was sweating (slightly).

Jane unclipped Holly's badge from the lapel of her open jacket and handed it to Johari.  Johari then removed Mattie's badge and handed both to the redhead.

Jane smiled at the ginger.  "You can come with us, if your bosses will let you."  She nodded at the duffle-bag.  "We have more plasticuffs and cable-ties, and I'm sure we can improvise a nice gag."

"I believe there's a roll of black latex tape in one of the end-pockets," Johari added.  "We're out of available seating, but you can always roll around on the hard floor."

"Uh... thanks," the ginger responded, "but I have work to do."

"We'll give you a rain check," Jane purred, then unzipped an end-pocket of the duffle and pulled out not a roll of black tape but a pair of black cloths, one of which she tossed to her partner.

Holly and Mattie had just enough time to realize that the black objects were spandex hoods, then the skintight covers were stretched in place, encasing their craniums and robbing them of their sight!

"Mrrrfh!"

"Nrrrrn!"

The kidnap victims resumed struggling (and their semi-exposed breasts continued trying to wobble) as they heard the van's door slide closed.  Shissssss-SLAM!

Seconds passed as the captives heard their captors move to the front seats.  Then, the engine revved to life... and the van backed out of the loading dock, or so they surmised.

Apparently/allegedly, Holly Warden and Matilda Greene were on their way to the actual location of Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp!