| by Van ©2013
midnight stroll to Professor Pappas' house happened without
incident. A couple of cars purred past, but the drivers
never even turned their heads. With Pappas walking at her
side and Clem's hands behind her back, apparently steadying the
weight of her laptop/messenger bag, none would suspect that
Clem's wrists were cuffed together, that she was Pappas'
Truth be told, Clem wasn't sure she was Pappas'
prisoner. Okay, she was in handcuffs, but Pappas hadn't
done the deed. It was Tori the Crazy Campus Cop who had
captured her. And Pappas didn't have the key, or so she
said. Clem glanced to the side, focusing on her faculty
adviser's pretty, forty-something face. I suppose
she's my rescuer, Clem decided, but the fact that
Pappas might also be her co-kidnapper remained a distinct
possibility. In any case, Clem trusted Professor Kimberly
Kim noticed her student's gaze. "What?" she smiled.
Clem blushed. "Uh, nothing. So... who exactly is
this 'Phantom?' Do I know her?"
"Let's talk when we get home, okay?" Kim responded. "Sound
carries at night."
"Okay," Clem sighed.
"We're almost there," the professor reassured her charge.
They were almost there. After only one more block
of suburban sidewalk, Clem found herself on the front walk of
what looked to be a very nice house. It was night and the
closest streetlights were screened by several mature trees, but
Clem could tell the style was vaguely Modern, probably built in
the fifties or sixties, and it was big, as in several bedrooms
and more than Pappas could possibly need for herself.
It occurred to Clem that she knew almost nothing about Kimberly
Pappas, other than she was an excellent lecturer and
mentor. She wasn't married, or didn't wear a wedding ring,
anyway. Also, she was a bestselling author, academically,
that is. But that was about it.
Pappas unlocked her front door and stood aside so Clem could
enter. "Welcome to my home," she said as she closed the
door behind them. She lifted Clem's bag off her shoulder
and hung it from a coat hook, then gestured down the entry hall
to her living room.
"Uh, not to be insistent," Clem said as they entered the living
room, "but you were going to tell me more about—" She
skidded to a stop and frowned. "What's she doing
Officer Tori Ballantine was smiling at Clem from the center of a
spacious couch, comfortably reclined with her legs crossed and
her arms spread to either side and resting atop the
backrest. She was in uniform, the same uniform she'd worn
when she slapped Clem in cuffs, gagged her, and tied her to a
support column in the Room of Requirement. "Hello to you
too, Clem," she chuckled. "To answer your question, I'm
here to get my handcuffs back."
"You're welcome to them," Clem muttered, staring daggers at the
Pappas gestured towards an easy chair, then sat in the chair's
Rather than sit, Clem walked to the couch, turned her back, and
presented her cuffed hands. "Get them off, now,"
"Not now," Tori chuckled as she rose from the couch,
grabbed Clem by the waist, and flopped back down, taking Clem
"Get your hands off me—Mrrrgh!" Tori had one hand clamped
over Clem's mouth and the other around her waist.
Dr. Pappas heaved an exasperated sigh. "Tori, would you please
stop manhandling my student?" She focused on Clem.
"And Miss Ricci, please control yourself."
"Of course, professor," Tori chuckled, and released her
"I'll 'behave' myself when she gets me out of these—Uff!"
Tori had tossed Clem off her lap and onto the couch to her
right. "I mean it," she huffed.
Pappas smiled. "Please, Clementine, allow me to explain."
Clem tugged on her cuffs, then focused on the professor.
"Okay, explain away."
"Thank you," Pappas nodded. "Now, The Phantom wants her
party to unfold according to a prearranged script."
Clem frowned. "A scripted party?"
"Think of it as performance art," Pappas continued. "Some
of us will have specific roles, and some will simply be guests."
"I opt for guest," Clem said evenly.
"But you've already been assigned a role, Clementine,"
Pappas sighed. "You don't want to spoil the party, do
"And it's not like you have a choice," Tori chuckled.
Pappas frowned at Tori. "You're not helping." She
focused on Clem and her smile returned. "At least hear me
Clem heaved a sigh, then nodded.
Pappas beamed. "Excellent. Your role is a blend of
three of what The Phantom calls her damsel-in-distress
archetypes, specifically, the 'Nancy Drew' or 'Nosy Snoop,' the
'Captured Sidekick,' and the 'Innocent Pawn.'"
Clem frowned. "Huh?"
"I don't want to reveal more," Pappas continued. "I want
you to enjoy the experience, form your own opinion, and make an
analysis... as a learning exercise. Afterwards, you can
read her dissertation."
"I look forward to it," Clem muttered.
"Excellent," Pappas beamed. "The party is tomorrow night,
and I'd appreciate it very much if you'd help me prepare.
The food's being delivered by a caterer, but someone needs to
help me serve after the guests arrive."
"What about Gwen?" Clem demanded.
"Miss Percy will be too busy to refill glasses and carry trays
of hors d'oeuvres."
"That's not what I mean," Clem huffed. "I want to see
"Miss Percy is with The Phantom," Pappas answered. "I
assure you, she's perfectly fine. You'll see her at the
"Will you ever," Tori interrupted.
Pappas glared at the grinning cop. "Stifle yourself,
please," she said evenly, then smiled at Clem. "You'll see
her at the party and you can compare notes afterwards.
"This is crazy," Clem muttered under her breath. She
heaved a sigh, then nodded. "Okay. What now?"
"Wonderful," Pappas gushed, then rose from the chair.
"Tori, be a lamb and show Clementine to her room, would you
"Sure thing, Doc," Tori responded, then climbed to her feet.
Clem gazed up at the two smiling "kidnappers" looming over
her. "Uh, I take it I'm spending the night?"
"C'mon, kiddo," Tori chuckled. "We'll stop at the 'little
damsel's room' on the way."
"Crazy," Clem muttered as she hauled herself to her feet.
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her eyes. It was impossible to tell what time it was, not
in the subterranean depths of The Phantom's Lair; but her
internal clock told her it wasn't yet dawn. Inga was
snuggled up against her side, still naked. They were both
Inga had removed Gwen's ankle cuffs and the
bolero-straitjacket. However, she had first taken the
precaution of locking a steel collar around her throat and
transferring the chain from the D-ring of the straitjacket to
said collar. The round steel torus was a little heavy, but
not too heavy. It was also a good fit, but not
uncomfortably tight. Gwen was still limited to the reach
of the chain, but hadn't yet had an opportunity to determine
Gwen sighed, and couldn't prevent a smile from curling her
lips. She was a funky, tousled mess, as was Inga. We
made love! Gwen thought, and a thrill rippled through her
pussy and up her spine. I've been kidnapped by a
beautiful, beautiful villainess—and we made
love! Then, she noticed Inga's eyes were open—her
beautiful, pale blue eyes—and she was smiling.
"A penny for your thoughts," Inga purred.
Gwen smiled back. "I'm thinking maybe I ought to wait 'til
you go back to sleep, then strangle you with this chain."
She fingered the chain in question and a few of the links
"I'm not Jabba the Hutt," Inga chuckled.
Gwen sighed. "And I'm not Princess Leia." Her smile
curled into a saucy smirk. "Maybe I'm Jar-Jar Binks."
"Never," Inga said with a grin, and kissed Gwen's lips.
"You're my beautiful, captive, enslaved Princess
Leia." She frowned. "Darn!"
"I wish I'd thought of that before," Inga sighed. "It's
far too late to change costumes."
Inga kissed Gwen's lips, again. "Never mind. Go to
"Okay," Gwen whispered. The thrill returned when Inga gave
her a hug, then turned away. They were still side-by-side,
but now Gwen was facing the tousled mass of her captor's blond
hair, and the smooth, graceful curves of her back. I'm
her enslaved Princess Leia, Gwen thought, and the thrill
Gwen closed her eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep, a
smile still on her angelic face.
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down the hallway with Tori a step behind. Her hands were still
cuffed behind her back. Given the plush carpeting under
her sneaker-clad feet, maybe "stomp" was a bit of an
exaggeration, but she wasn't happy, that was for sure.
"Here we are," Tori said as she opened a door on their
left. Beyond was a typical residential bathroom with
washbasin, commode, and combination tub and shower. "Sit
on the crapper and I'll remove your shoes."
"Or, you could unlock the damn cuffs and I can do it myself,"
Tori smiled. "Don't be a spoilsport."
Clem sat on the commode, then favored Tori with a sullen
stare. "I've given it careful thought and have decided I
don't like you."
Tori knelt and began unlacing Clem's sneakers. "You hardly
know me," she chuckled.
"I know you well enough." Clem watched as her sneakers and
socks were removed.
Tori stood, helped Clem to her feet, then began unbuckling the
belt of Clem's jeans.
"Hey!" Clem objected. She tried backing away and almost
stumbled on the commode. She had nowhere to go.
"Hold still," Tori ordered, still smiling her lopsided, infuriating
smile. She succeeded in opening Clem's jeans, then
pulled them down, followed by the blushing coed's panties.
"Again," Clem said coldly, "if you'd just remove these damn
"Quiet, please," Tori purred. She was clearly
Clem was furious, not to mention embarrassed and
humiliated. She watched as her smug handler lifted the
Clem complied, then glared at Tori. "Well?"
Tori's smile became even more smug, something Clem
hadn't thought possible. "Well what?"
"Not likely," Tori chuckled. "I can't leave a prisoner
unattended. Number one, please."
Clem's blush deepened. "I can't... I..."
Tori strolled to the bathroom door. "Flush when you're
finished. I'll be right outside." She stepped across
the threshold and closed the door.
Clem managed to empty her bladder. She stood and flushed
the toilet, then glared at Tori as she reentered the
Tori wet a washcloth in the sink, then approached Clem.
Her intentions were clear.
Tori embraced Clem with one hand and used the other to clean the
blushing brunette's crotch.
"You just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?" Clem
muttered through clenched teeth.
"I do what's needed," Tori whispered in Clem's right ear, then
dropped the washcloth in the sink. She then pulled Clem's
jeans and panties down to her ankles.
"Yes," Tori grinned. She placed her right boot on the
crumpled denim. "C'mon, we don't have all night."
Clem had no real choice but to lift her legs, one by one, and
step free. Clem was still wearing her jacket, blouse, and
bra, but nothing else... except for her glasses. "I said no!"
Tori was peeling her jacket off her shoulders and
unbuttoning her blouse!
"I have to get you ready for bed," Tori explained. She
continued removing Clem's clothing, pulling the jacket and
blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. She then
unclasped Clem's bra, lifted it over her head, and it joined the
tangle of clothes at her cuffed wrists.
"I'm gonna scream," Clem warned.
"Then I'll gag you," Tori said. "You don't want to disturb
the professor or her neighbors, do you?"
at all sure what she wanted to do. Things were
happening too fast. Speaking of which, something was
tightening around her upper arms, just above her elbows, and it
was pulling them together. Vrrrrrrip. Her
elbows were now nearly touching. She looked in the mirror
above the washbasin and could see that her elbows were bound by
a pair of joined plastic cable-ties. She recognized the
sort of disposable restraints cops used when they made mass
arrests at protests. Not from experience, of course.
Tori unlocked the steel cuffs on Clem's wrists, returned them to
the case on the back of her belt, then pulled Clem's jacket,
blouse, and bra free of her hands and dropped them on the floor.
Now totally nude—but for the black plastic bands binding her
arms behind her back—and her glasses—Clem was led from the
bathroom and down the hallway. Her heart was pounding and
she was afraid she very well might scream, for emotional
release if not for help. But she managed to control
Meanwhile, Tori had a businesslike grip on Clem's left
shoulder. She opened a door and led her prisoner into a
Clem looked around. Like the rest of Professor Pappas'
house, the decor was tasteful, but not representative of any
formal style of interior decorating, not in Clem's opinion,
anyway. The furnishings were the usual chest of drawers,
dressing table, a couple of chairs, and two twin-sized
beds. One bed was neatly made, and the other—
"Oh!" Clem gasped. The bedspread and top sheet of the
second bed were pulled down and four tan leather cuffs with
white padding were secured to a pair of taut, tan leather straps
stretched across the surface of the mattress and secured to the
lower bed-frame on either side.
"You're going to strap me down?" Clem asked in a small voice.
"I'm certainly not going to stand watch over you all night,"
Tori responded. "Down you go."
"Huh?" She was still staring at the cuffs.
Tori smiled and rolled her eyes. "On the bed."
"Oh." Clem made no move to lie down on the bed in
question. She continued staring at the open cuffs, deep in
Seconds passed, and all Tori did was watch Clem mull over her
options. Finally, her amused tolerance at an apparent end,
she cleared her throat. "Ahem. You don't want to
ruin the professor's party, do you?"
Clem heaved a sigh. "I guess not," she said in the same
small voice. She sat on the edge of the bed, scooted to
the middle of the mattress, then placed her feet near the lower
pair of cuffs.
"Good girl," Tori chuckled, then lifted Clem's left foot and
placed her ankle in the left cuff, closed the padded inner cuff,
then buckled the outer strap. Clem's right ankle was
secured in the right cuff, then Tori pulled out her keyring and
unlocked the flex-cuff binding Clem's elbows.
Clem frowned. "I thought you had to cut those things off."
"These are the more expensive, reusable kind." Tori
explained. "The ratchet mechanism is like most cable ties,
but designed so the locking flanges open with the turn of a
standard handcuff key."
"The wonders of modern technology," Clem muttered. She lay
back on the mattress and watched as Tori secured her right wrist
in the right wrist-cuff, then walked around the bed and secured
her left. She was now flat on her back with her ankles
about eighteen inches apart and her wrists a foot to either side
of her hips.
"Such a pretty little gingerbread girl," Tori chuckled, then
stooped, grabbed hold of the folded covers, and pulled them up
and over Clem's body, leaving only her shoulders and head
exposed. "Oh!" Tori gasped. I forgot to fluff your
pillow!" She leaned close to Clem's glaring face.
"Will you be alright?"
"Bite me," Clem huffed.
"Unfortunately," Tori purred, "Doc won't let me." Her
smiling face was still inches from Clem's. "Maybe after
the party. We'll see." She removed Clem's glasses,
folded the earpieces, and carefully placed them on the
nightstand. "See you at breakfast." She smiled down
at the prisoner on the bed. "You should look into getting
contacts. You have a very pretty face."
Clem's basic mood was unchanged. "Bite. Me."
Tori laughed and left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Clem gazed at the closed door—the not-quite-in-focus closed
door—then gave her bonds a halfhearted tug. The covers
moved a little, but that was it. The padded leather was
tight. Comfortable, but tight.
Just then the door opened and Kim Pappas entered the
bedroom. She'd changed into a very pretty silk robe.
It was a dark slate-blue, and Clem suspected her faculty adviser
was wearing little, if anything, underneath.
"Okay, then," Pappas said as she sat on the bed. "The
Phantom was quite specific as to your sleeping arrangements,
Clem watched—again, with everything not quite in focus—as Pappas
pulled a thin, wide strip of paper-backed plastic from her
pocket. It looked sort of like a very large band-aid.
"I'm glad you're taking all of this so well," Pappas said,
smiling at Clem.
"I'm not, really," Clem mumbled.
"But you are," Pappas continued. She reached out with her
left hand and straightened Clem's hair with her fingers.
"I'm perfectly serious when I say you don't have to participate
in any of this. Say the word and I'll set you free and you
can get dressed and return to your apartment. I'd very
much appreciate it if you wouldn't ruin my grad student's party,
and Miss Percy should be allowed to make her own decision,
but..." She continued combing Clem's hair with her
fingers. "I will let you go if you ask."
Clem swallowed before answering. Professor Pappas was
wearing perfume. Not a lot of perfume, but the fragrance
was—she was—very nice. "All I need to know is that
Gwen is okay," she said, finally.
Pappas leaned close and kissed Clem's lips. "I promise,"
"Alright, then," Clem muttered. "As long as I'm here, I
might as well stay." She managed a shy smile.
"Besides, who isn't up for a party?"
"Who, indeed?" Pappas chuckled, then peeled the paper backing
from what was now revealed to be an approximately seven by three
inch strip of lightly textured, not quite transparent
plastic. "Lips together, please."
Clem complied, then her eyes widened as Pappas stretched the
strip over her mouth, covering her lower face from nose to chin
and nearly from ear to ear.
"This is a new form of wound dressing from Salamandras Medical's
R&D department," Pappas explained as she gently smoothed the
film over Clem's lower face. "It's very gentle to the
skin, but the adhesive is super strong. Yet, it
peels off without much trouble." She finished smoothing
the strip, then lightly traced an orbit of Clem's closed mouth
with her index finger. "It's nearly invisible, once in
place, and I love the way the contours of your lips
remain visible. You'll find it's a very effective gag, as
single strips of tape go."
Clem's heart was pounding, again. The situation was...
"A friend of mine gave me a case of the stuff, several dozen
individual strips and twenty large rolls," Pappas said.
"You'll meet her at the party. Now..."
Clem watched as Pappas opened the drawer of the bedside table
and produced four small steel padlocks, all open. Clem's
eyes widened, again, as the professor stood and folded back the
covers, exposing her naked body all the way down to her thighs!
Pappas clicked a padlock through the small hasp in the tongue of
the buckle of the left wrist cuff, then walked around the bed
and locked the right wrist cuff. She then folded the
covers down even further, leaving Clem completely
exposed, and padlocked the right and left ankle cuffs.
Clem was blushing like crazy. She couldn't help it.
Also, she noticed her nipples were embarrassingly erect,
standing at attention, and the air in the bedroom was not
Pappas returned to the left side of the bed and sat on the
mattress, again. "You have a very beautiful body, Miss
Ricci," she remarked, then reached out and lightly rested her
left hand on Clem's flat tummy.
Clem flinched at the contact, ever so slightly, and a delicate
shiver coursed through her body. Pappas' smile had
broadened, but she was not gloating. Professor
Pappas was not Officer Ballantine.
"Given the circumstances," Pappas continued, "Miss Ricci seems a
little formal. May I call you Clementine?"
Clem nodded. She'd tell her she preferred "Clem" when she
wasn't tape-gagged—or naked—or strapped to a bed. That
shiver was back, and this time it was localized between her
"Excellent," Pappas sighed, "and please call me Kim, except in
an academic environment, of course."
Clem nodded, again. Of course. Pappas'—make
that Kim's—hand wasn't moving; but it was soft, and
warm, and above all, it was there.
Finally, Kim stood, lifting her hand as she did so, then leaned
close and kissed Clem's tape-gagged lips. "Good night,
Clementine," she whispered, then restored the covers, turned,
and walked to the bedroom door. She clicked off the
overhead light and left, closing the door behind her.
Clem heard a key turn, presumably locking the door, then
silence. The only illumination was a blue-green nightlight
somewhere close to the floor and near the bed. Kim had
left her slightly more exposed than before. Now her head,
shoulders, and the top slopes of her breasts were exposed.
Luckily, the air was warm... maybe a little too warm...
or was it Clem who was too warm?
Kidnapped, naked, her lips taped together, and strapped to a
bed... Not the way she'd thought she'd be spending the
evening. That shivering thrill was back, and Clem
tugged on her wrist cuffs... her locked wrist
cuffs. The thrill would have to wait. There was
nothing she could do about it at the moment... and probably for
a good many moments to come.
All Clem could do was lay in the darkened bedroom and think
about Gwen, and Tori (her nemesis), and Kim (her anti-nemesis),
and wonder about... The Phantom.
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the key she'd used to lock the bedroom door, then padded down
the hall to the master bedroom, her bedroom. She
opened her bedroom door—and froze.
Tori Ballantine was reclined on the queen-sized bed. Her
strong, toned, yet very feminine body was totally nude,
and a sexy (sinister) smirk curled her lips. The muscles
of her arms, shoulders, and legs were well-defined, but Tori
Ballantine was no bodybuilder. Her ab muscles were also
defined. Her breasts weren't especially large, but their
shape was very pleasing.
Kim's pussy quivered, almost as if she'd been touched. "I
thought you were going home," she muttered.
"It's late," Tori answered. "What's the point? I
have to be here in the morning to handle Clementine, don't I?"
Kim entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her.
"Speaking of which..." She strolled to the bed, pulled the
key from her robe pocket, and placed it on her bedside
table. "Remember to keep your hands to yourself.
That's Inga's plan, and you agreed to follow it."
"Oh, I promise," Tori chuckled. "I'll keep my hands off
Clem, except as needed to control her, of course. Yes,
I'll keep my hands off Clem."
Kim managed to keep the thrill that had returned to her crotch
from showing on her face, she hoped. "Well, you're welcome
to use one of the other bedrooms, or the couch."
"I'm fine right here," Tori chuckled. "Lose the robe,
Kim affected an expression of Proud Disdain. "Are you
telling me what to do in my own home?"
Tori continued to smile—then erupted off the bed, spun
Kim around, and pinned her arms behind her back with her left
arm around her elbows. "Don't bother, Doc," she purred as
she reached around Kim's body with her right hand and pulled
apart the bow securing the robe's belt. "I'll peel you out
of the robe myself."
"Ahhhh!" Kim shivered in Tori's grip. The
blond had reached under the gaping front of the robe and was
gently squeezing her right breast. "Not with Clementine
here," she objected.
"I don't plan on making any noise," Tori whispered in
Kim's right ear. "If you like, I'll gag you, but I'd
rather your mouth was free so we can suck face and you can suck
"Ohhh!" Tori's hand had left Kim's breast, slid down her
abdomen, and was gliding across her labia. "You
monster—Ah!" Tori had jerked the robe from her body and
tossed her face down on the bed. Vrrrip. A
flex-cuff had tightened around her right wrist, then Tori had
seized her left foot, brought it close to her right wrist, and
closed the flex-cuff's second band around her ankle. Vrrrip.
It was a punishing pose, rendered only mildly punishing
by the twenty-something years of yoga that was a regular part of
her workout routine.
"I assume you meant 'monster' as a term of endearment," Tori
purred, then rolled Kim onto her back, climbed onto the bed, and
sprawled half atop her squirming body, being careful not to
crush her bound wrist and ankle with their weight. Tori
was always a considerate "monster." She kissed Kim's
lips. "I left one hand free so you can do things
with it. Don't disappoint me."
Kim smiled. "And my free leg?"
Tori smiled back. "I don't think you'll be hopping
away." She kissed Kim again, this time with tongue.
The face-sucking had begun.
Kim's left hand slid across Tori's smooth, strong back...
clutched her left buttock... then slid around Tori's hip and
began frigging her pussy.
The rustling of the bedclothes and quiet creaking of the
mattress were the only sounds in the bedroom, together with the
smacking of wet lips and the occasional quiet moan. Thus
far, Tori's tongue was the only gag required to prevent Kim from
disrupting the neighborhood peace.
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