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It was a bright summer day throughout all of Ridu as the streets of the cities filled with people looking for a way to either get out of the heat, or bask outside along one of the various beaches. On one of these crowded beaches, Belle waded through the many citizens basking or roaming as they enjoyed their vacation day. She was wearing a tight orange bikini top and swim shorts that seemed to sway with her form with each stride, even as she wore a white beach shirt with its end tied to show off her midriff.

As she walked through the beach holding her beach bag, she was checking her phone while scrolling through her messages with Vivian. The directions she gave in particular: “On the east, you’ll find a narrow passage lined with thick trees. No souls should follow you there.” Belle sighed before continuing her stroll. “Hmm, Vivian said it shouldn’t be too far from here…” She thought as she looked towards a side of the wide beach that goes close to multiple trees. Seeing it, she walks towards it with vigor and a smile on her face. “That seems to be what she described… ‘a narrow passage lined with thick trees’, yeah this seems like it…” 

As she walked the unmarked trail away from the main beach, she felt the sand on her feet more as the sound of the crowds of people faded in the growing distance. After a couple minutes, she came to a mostly empty clearing on the same coastline. Apart from some leftover footprints it felt as if Belle was the first one to find this small beach. “Vivian! I’m here, I followed your directions!” She called out to no noticeable response, causing her to sigh and set down her bag on the sand towards the middle of the clearing. 

“Guess I got here first… Vivian said she’d meet me here by 2, she’s usually early rather than late…” Belle said to herself as she looked to the beautiful blue ocean. “It’s a shame Wise couldn’t be here, busy on another hang out with Astra Yao. My bro’s so lucky…” She said with another sigh after trailing off and opening her phone. She began to type out a message to Vivian: “Vivian? Where are you?? I seriously couldn’t have beaten you to this ‘secret spot’, it’s hot out here…” She typed out but got another message before she could send it.

As she looked at the message Vivian sent her, she gasped in disbelief. It was a somewhat distant photo taken of her bending over to place down her bag. As her eyes widened and face blushed, she suddenly felt a strong arm wrap around her torso and arms as she was grabbed by a masked figure from behind. “HUH? WHO ARE…” She quickly yelled before seeing the unfamiliar figure with the face mask. “HE-MMM! MM HMNNG CHNNRHHMN!” She tried to yell as the man’s other hand was planted firm over her mouth before effortlessly lifting her up amidst her struggles.

As Belle struggled and tried to scream, the man carried her off through the thick brush of trees behind the clearing. “MMMN! NGH!” Belle still tried to scream before kicking one of her feet into her captor’s crotch causing him to yelp in pain and let go of her. “You brat! Get back here…” He grunted in a deep voice as Belle ran straight away from him through the trees. While running, Belle entered another clearing, seeming to be behind a villa as she found a shed nearby.

Before she could run further, the man caught up to her into the clearing as well. At the same time Belle spotted two other masked men appearing from the brush as well, cornering her. “Someone, help!” She shouted before the three men pounced onto her almost instantly. They dragged her to the shed before one of them opened it to reveal several ropes and rolls of tape inside. “This is where the road ends, girl~” One of the men said in a mocking voice as Belle’s eyes widened as she tried to shake her head, her voice muffled by the hand roughly clamping over her mouth.

The three men made quick work securing Belle as they very tightly tied her up using as much of the rope as possible. Not wanting her to wriggle, her arms were box tied behind her back while another one of the grunts used multiple lengths of rope to hastily secure her legs, “MMMMNN!” Was all the noise she could muster as the third man was wrapping black duct tape around Belle’s mouth to gag her. After a short while, they used the rest of the rope to suspend Belle inside of the shed upside down.

As she was suspended, tension could be felt as the rope was connected to her tight harness that made her breasts even more prominent under her shirt. She could also feel it create tension around her ankles as well as a rope tightly tied against her crotch. As she tried to move, she felt it dig more into her, causing her to moan more against the gag as she wriggled helplessly upside down as she could hear the men laughing at her torment.

“You better stay put there, you’ve been quite the nuisance…” One of the grunts said as Belle looked at them before another one smiled and chimed in. “You’re quite a surprise though, didn’t expect such a cutie to be the ‘Lord Phaethon’ on that purple one’s phone~” He said with a snicker as Belle let out a loud gasp against her gag. “WHAT? They know about Vivian!? Does that mean that text was-?” She frantically thought before the last grunt laughed at her expression.

“Oh now you’re getting it? We found your little friend snooping around, and we used her connection to get you into our hands~” He said with a smile before shutting the shed door. “Better hang tight in there, Master will be here soon~” His voice rang from outside as Belle began to struggle again, testing the painfully tight knots as she kept wriggling and feeling the crotchrope tighten.

“MMMMN! MMM!” Belle still tried to scream through the tape as she wriggled. She knew she had to find a way to escape before anything bad happened to her. “Come on! Why did they have to tie me up this tight! I need to get out of this!” She thought as she continued to struggle through the pain and pleasure she was experiencing. She could still only mutter curses and grunts through the tape as she dangled helplessly. “These perverts can’t get away with this…”

After what felt like hours to Belle, the shed door finally opened again, letting the early evening sun inside. Her eyes strained to the sudden light after being suspended for a short while. When her vision did clear, she could see the figure of a young adult man in a suit looking down at her face and smirking. He caressed her legs with his gloved hands before tugging on her crotchrope manually, causing her to yelp through the gag again. “So, this is the girl you caught today? She does seem to be quite the catch…” He said as his hands moved along her sides to feel every curve of her bound form after groping Belle’s rear.

“Yep, that’s Phaethon we have here master… she’s all yours~” One of the grunts said as the suited man smiled before turning to them. “Good work, you finally caught me something priceless…” He said before looking back at Belle, worried and weary expression. “Now get her sorted, we’re going home~” He commanded before walking away to let his men undo Belle’s suspension as one of them brought a large duffel bag.

As Belle was held by two of the men, her struggles breathed new life as she wriggled in their grip. “MMMN! NGH!” She grunted before one of the men quickly and harshly smacked her tight bottom. “Quit moving, brat. Unless we drop you and hurt that pretty face…” He growled before they began to stuff her into the duffel bag. Belle was uncomfortably positioned inside the bag. Her form curled into a ball before the zipper closed and sealed her inside.

Darkness had enveloped around Belle as she weakly struggled inside the duffel bag carrying her. Her movements were severely limited by its confines as she could only sit and wait. Her throat had grown sore from her attempts at screaming in the past couple hours. Leaving her to only weakly moan as she tried to call for help despite her pains. “Mmmn… mmm…” She moaned as she felt herself being carried for a decent distance.

Eventually, she felt the bag being placed onto a flat surface as an engine began roaring. As the vehicle began to drive off, Belle silently cried to herself. Knowing her struggles were in vain, she admitted defeat as none of the ropes around her body were loose in the slightest. “No… it really can’t end like this…” She thought as she closed her eyes. “Who knows what’ll happen to me… usually the girl gets saved in the movies. Someone find me… please…” She thought as she sobbed to herself over the entire trip.

Over the rest of the day, Belle was driven to another pier before the bag containing her was loaded onto a boat. They then soon travelled towards a small private island. There, the men knew they were outside of Public Security’s jurisdiction as they docked. When the zipper was finally undone on the duffel bag, Belle’s eyes were greeted by the night sky as she was lifted and carried over one of the grunts’ shoulders. Weakly looking up through her teary eyes, she could see Port Elpis’ hollow. However from this distance it looked rather small compared to normal.

Belle silently continued to cry as the men carried her through a lavish property. It seemed to be the summer home for the man who organized her kidnapping. After a few more minutes of being carried, Belle was sat onto a comfortable couch in the sitting room. Looking around, it had a comfortable atmosphere with simple decor over white walls, a sizable television in front of her and large windows looking out to the sea. Looking to her right, she could also see a chair sat near the couch that looked equally comfortable. “Oh this place sure is cozy… if only I wasn’t this pervert’s hostage…” She thought as she lightly tested her bindings again.

As she lightly grunted and wriggled on the couch, one of the goons grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “MMF!” She yelped as the man looked into her frustrated and teary eyes. “Best behave yourself, your master will be here shortly. Who knows what might happen if you misbehave…” He says with a chuckle before shoving her head back down. As Belle yelped from the sudden shove, the men laughed before walking out of the room and leaving her alone.

Realizing she was by herself now, Belle began to struggle against the ropes once more. “Mmf! Mmm! Nnnn!” She grunted as she tried her best to move against the aggressive bindings. “I need to get… free. I need to get out of here, or find a way to contact Wise or PubSec about this place.” She thought before feeling a realization, remembering Vivian was also taken. “Vivian! I can’t imagine what they’ve done with her… I’ll get out and find her I’m sure…” She thought as she used as much hope and energy as she could to try and break free of her bonds.

“MMM! MFF!” She loudly grunted as she exerted herself more on the couch before a loud clapping startled her. “MMMN!” She turned to see the same suited man from earlier, seemingly applauding her. “Absolutely marvelous, I love me a girl with energy~” He said as he walked up behind her and gently placed his gloved hands onto her shoulders. As he gently massaged her shoulders, Belle looked up at him with an intense gaze as she saw his smiling face. 

“Oh? Seems you have something to say… well, I guess I can let you speak for once…” He said as he found where the tape wrap started and began to unravel it. When the last layer of tape was peeled off, Belle winced as it painfully left a red mark around her mouth. “Ah, sorry about that. My men tend to never use that nice and pricey bondage tape I keep packing for here.” He said with a sigh before noticing Belle glare at him before she spoke up at him. “Where’s Vivian? What did you do with her?” She said, only eliciting a chuckle from him.

“That’s really your first concern? What a good friend you must be~” The master said before sitting on the chair next to the couch and pulling out a remote. “Watch this.” He said with a smirk, he clicked it and turned the tv on. When it lit up, Belle’s eyes widened as camera footage of Vivian came on screen. The recorded video began to play showing Vivian in a set of lace underwear suspended in a shibari tie with her legs spread apart. Her expression showed fear and embarrassment as she let out whimpers past a purple ball gag in her mouth.

Belle was stunned at the mere sight of her friend and greatest fan in such a state. “Y-you scumbag! You let her go right now…” She demanded as she tried to sound serious despite her trembling voice. The master responded by only putting a finger over his lips to shush her before letting the video play further.

As the recording continued, Belle witnessed Vivian struggling against her bonds before another one of the goons walked up behind her bound form. When she tried to struggle once more, a loud smack was heard as the grunt spanked her rear harshly. Vivian let out a shrill yelp through her gag before the man roughly groped her breasts from behind. 

His treatment of her was ruthless as his fingers intensely kneaded her modest chest through the lace bra. Vivian began to wriggle once more before one of the man’s hands moved to slap her across the face. After the harsh smack, Vivian began to whimper as tears began rolling down her eyes throughout the ordeal. After a moment, Vivian shook her head frantically as another pair of hands from another figure off-camera became visible. Despite Vivian’s garbled attempts at protest, the second grunt’s hands gently caressed her exposed thighs before beginning to rub her crotch.

As the video kept playing, the master moved to sit onto the couch next to Belle. Before she could speak, he leaned to her ear and whispered. “Doesn’t it look fun? That’ll be you eventually~” He salaciously whispered. His voice almost blended into the cacophony of moaning and screaming coming from the television as Belle listened. She was speechless as she felt the master’s gloved hands on her chest. Gasping for air, she couldn’t do more than struggle as he ravenously began to grope and knead her breasts through her shirt. “Mmm… quite the pair you have here. Makes great mounds for relief~” He whispered again as Belle squirmed as she endured this torment. All the while she heard her friend’s crying from the recording playing in front of them.

Belle did her best to hold in her breaths and moans from the master’s greedy hands. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she squirmed, at least until she felt her nipples being pinched. “Ahhh… fuck…” Belle moaned as her nipples got pinched as the master continued his ministrations. “You… bastard… stop…” She said in a shaky voice before one of the hands moved to painfully grip her chin. “Sorry Phaethon, you’re my toy~” The master said before another sharp cry came from the tv. “Oh, now it’s my favorite part! Now watch your friend cum~” He said with glee as he forced Belle to look at the tv, seeing a wand vibrator pressed against Vivian’s exposed crotch.

Belle couldn’t close her eyes to avoid the torment. Every time she tried to look away or shut her eyes, the master would simply slap her as punishment. Tearing up from both the physical pain as well as watching the horror unfold on the tv. Seeing Vivian twitch in her bindings as her entrance was violently stimulated by the wand, causing her to thrash and scream past the ball gag. From the same video, male laughter could be heard as the goons evidently just watched and laughed at Vivian’s torment. Belle continued to cry before feeling the master’s other hand move lower to her swim shorts. She winced as he began to dig his fingers against her crotch with precision, then rubbing against her sensitive area over her shorts.

Belle tried to turn her body against the master’s grip as he began to touch her, doing her best not to moan to satisfy him. “N-no, please stop…” She weakly whimpered before one of his hands went from her breasts to her face to roughly turn her around back to face him. He glared into her teary eyes before snickering at her. “You seem to not understand, you don’t have rights anymore.” He said with a creepy tone as he chuckled to himself. “On this island you belong to me, Phaethon. Now maybe you should stop talking~” He said before reaching into a back pocket to pull out a Lacey pair of purple panties. Belle’s eyes widened realizing those were Vivian’s before they were quickly stuffed into her mouth.

“Mmmph!” She grunted as the taste of Vivian seemed to linger on the underwear in her mouth. As she tried to work and spit them out, the master went to a storage closet in the rest of the room behind the couch. Right as Belle almost spat out Vivian’s undergarments, a black tape began to be wrapped around her head once more as the master began to gag her again. “MMMMPH! NNHH!” She screamed through the gag before trying to shake her head as the master patted her head. “Shhh, don’t worry, that tape is my special supply. It won’t hurt your precious skin~” He said in a sickeningly sweet voice before roughly grabbing her head and making her look at the tv.

As she was forced to watch the tv, Belle saw Vivian twitching and moaning more and more before her eyes rolled back. With a loud screech through the ball gag, she orgasmed as her fluid began to drip past the vibrator wand tied to her leg. At the same time, Belle’s tears finally began to fall as she watched her friend and biggest fan be sexually tortured until her pleasure ruptured her will on video. “Mmmmmn… mmmm…” Belle weakly whimpered as the master let go of her head, letting her bow down and sob uncontrollably. “No… Vivian, what more could they be doing to you?” She thought as she remembered the taste in her mouth. “I swear I’ll get us out of this…” She desperately hoped before her hair was firmly grabbed as she looked up again.

On the screen, as Vivian could barely move in the aftermath of her ecstasy, a metal collar was clasped around her neck by one of the goons behind her as another one began to put a blindfold on her. After that, the recording cut to black before the media player showed the video was over. “Well, would you look at that…” The master said coldly as his grip remained firm on Belle’s hair. “Don’t worry, your friend’s in good care. The lady that bought her this morning seemed to be real interested in her~” He said with a growing sinister tone, causing Belle to gasp through the gag once more. “MMM!” She tried to yell before he released her hair, right before clasping another metal collar around her neck. “Bought? Wait, he isn’t going to-” Her thought was cut short as he reached forward and possessively groped her breasts again. “Don’t worry, you’ll be right here with me, your master~ ” He whispered in a voice that sent goosebumps through Belle’s spine. “You’ll make a fine slave anyway, Phaethon…” He said as he continued to fondle Belle through her shirt again, knowing full well her fate was sealed.

A month had passed ever since Phaethon’s disappearance. Several friends and colleagues attempted to get in contact, and Public Security started an investigation into Belle’s disappearance. None had made any progress or leads into finding her, even after an entire month of rigorous work under Captain Zhu Yuan. All the while Belle was at a distant island far away from their jurisdiction, being trained diligently by her master. Much like the past days, a bright light hit Belle’s eyes as the tarp covering her cage was removed. 

She was stored inside of one of the guest bedrooms in the estate, trapped in a compact cage while she painfully writhed in her new uniform. Her swimsuit was destroyed in the first few days of her enslavement, and replaced with a tight leather straight jacket that left her breasts exposed as well as wearing a pair of tight high heel boots. Over the course of her training, it left her vulnerable to the prying eyes and hands of the master and his employees.

When her eyes adjusted to the room’s light, the cage’s door opened as a harsh tug from a leash connected to her collar motioned to drag her out. Belle painfully shuffled on her knees to slowly move herself out of the cage while one of the house attendants watched her as he held the leash. “Mmmmn…” She painfully mumbled past a leather panel gag over her mouth before standing up. Her knees were weak from sleeping in the cramped space before her leash was tugged again, making her begin walking to follow the attendant.

This day was much of the same treatment. They had her walk throughout the entire estate in order to be monitored by the staff and the master himself when he visited. On days he was present, her route would end inside the sitting room as she would be seated next to him. He would always have the television on for her to watch with him. Some days watching an old film rented from Random Play, but most showing recordings of Vivian and other girls that met the same grim end she did. 

He continued to molest and fondle her exposed body as the videos played, making Belle endure more torment as she knew she could no longer fight back. She was just waiting for the video the end so she could be fed dinner and put to bed after her nightly spanking. However, this time when the video ended, the master leaned next to her ear. “Tonight’s your lucky night, pet. You get to be treated well before I go~” He whispered, causing Belle’s eyes to widen. “Mmm!” She let out a muffled squeal before two more grunts arrived behind them.

Belle was picked up and carried over one of the men’s shoulders as they walked through the halls. After some time, they seemed to walk down a set of stairs into a basement. Looking around, Belle could see that the basement had been turned into a holding area, seeing a viewing spot with a camera facing a window into a padded room. “ What is this place? Is this where they filmed those other girls? Are they actually going to sell me ?” She thought as she was carried through a door into the room.

Inside the room, the grunts quickly attached ropes to Belle from a suspension bar attached to the ceiling. They were tied around two points on her uniform: a metal ring placed on the back of her gag’s harness and one on the back of her jacket. With her unable to run away, they also used more rope to bind her legs in a frogtie before lifting them with more rope around the suspension bar. As she was lifted up in her suspension, Belle realized how vulnerable she was. 

As she saw more men behind the glass stand by the camera to activate it, she could feel one of the men behind her beginning to touch her exposed area. She grew more aroused as she shuddered in sudden pleasure despite her best wishes. “ Oh no, why am I so wet? I can’t be enjoying this… I can’t… ” Belle thought to herself before a blindfold was hastily applied over her eyes, encasing her vision in darkness.

There was a long moment of waiting, as Belle stayed suspended in the rubber room as the camera started rolling. She tried to struggle in her suspension, only gaining laughs from the men present to witness her torment. Finally admitting defeat again, Belle hung there motionlessly before the door to the room open and shut again. Quivering slightly, she heard the master’s voice ring out once more. “Get that camera rolling, the fun’s about to start…” He said, to which Belle began to shake her head weakly as he approached her. All the while, the camera just recorded everything that happened.

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On a bright summer day, a boat sailed from Port Elpis onto the ocean. Rather than a cargo ship like the rest, it was a private vessel owned by the TOPS Alliance, headed towards a privately owned island outside of the jurisdiction of the Mayflowers. Aboard the ship was a young woman in purple, Vivian Banshee. She sat idly on board in the sun as her umbrella remained open to grant her some shade from the sun beating down on the whole ship. She sighed as she knew to refrain from sharing as much information on her travels. As Vivian sat in the open, she noticed the men in suits on board, watching her. 

Earlier in the week, an issue regarding the disappearances of young women was on the rise in New Eridu. As Public Security was swamped with reports and cases going colder by the day, Mockingbird tested their connections. Their members spent time contacting informants and infiltrating events, until an opportunity finally arose. Hugo had gotten into contact with a potential source of information, a member of the TOPS alliance that knew about the methods these women were disappearing. Vivian then helped arrange a meeting with the informant by taking a boat to his estate, somewhere safe from monitoring. Vivian was guaranteed a safe trip by mentioning she was invited by Simon Reinfeld and boarding his private vessel.

 Vivian had been on the sea for about an hour, sitting alone and aware of the men monitoring her. “Tsk, Hugo…” She muttered to herself as she stared low to the ground. “Why did I have to go alone? Not even with Lord Phaethon.” Vivian was lost in thought as the boat continued through the ocean, the sounds of waves breaking the silence in the air. She had remembered what Hugo told her: “We need to show a sign of good faith, I will be seeing where you will be when you dock. So if anything happens, we’ll know where to find you~” That was what he said to her when they met up in Lumina Square a day prior. She kept remembering what he said to reassure herself throughout the entire trip, but eventually her thoughts were cut short when the ship eventually docked.

Stepping off of the boat, Vivian could see she was a far distance from the Janus Quarter. Looking towards the sea, the hollow near Port Elpis looked to be the size of a pea. “Hmm, I hope you can still detect me here, Hugo…” She muttered to herself before turning to the estate front and center on the island. It stood in front of her almost like an opulent castle; a white mansion with well trimmed shrubbery and a smoothly paved walkway, placed solitary on its private land. It was the perfect getaway outside of Public Security’s jurisdiction for such a meeting. As Vivian walked forward with two of the suited men by her sides, she saw a well dressed man in a gray suit approach her. She could recognize from the rose pin on his suit’s jacket that she was looking at Simon Reinfeld as he came closer.

 Simon smiled as he walked in front of Vivian, sticking out his hand in a friendly gesture. “Hello! You must be our esteemed guest, Vivian. I’m Simon, nice to meet you, Miss~” He said with a charismatic smile before Vivian simply raised her hand to respectfully decline the gesture. “No need for formalities, Simon. I’m simply a good friend of a business partner of yours, right?” Vivian said flatly before giving a small smile as she recounted what her role was meant to be for her visit.

Simon smiled before chuckling at Vivian’s response, then turning around. “My apologies, Vivian. Now, why don’t we give you a brief tour of my summer home? Help you get comfortable before we discuss business…” He said as he began to lead Vivian and the security into the mansion. “A tour? Whatever to do in order to secure that information, I suppose.” She thought as she followed along with the tour.

Simon led Vivian on a thorough tour of the mansion. Letting her see and explore various rooms including a library, a kitchen, multiple guest rooms, a small gallery and even a wide outdoor back area looking over all the trees and land. After an hour, Vivian was led to a comfortable sitting room with a view of the ocean in front of the estate. It was a comfortable room for relaxation, with modest decorations that accented the gray furniture and the white walls that had a large television in front of the couch. “And here is a simple room for relaxation.” Simon said before gesturing to the couch. “Now, as the tour ends here, you should probably take a seat and we can discuss more of the business of your visit.” He said with the same charming smile Vivian became too familiar with.

“Sure, this was arranged for some rather important business…” Vivian says before glancing to the security following her and giving a small smile to Simon. “Perhaps, some privacy would help our discussion..?” She suggested, seeing a small glint in Simon’s eyes before he clasped his hands and smiled. “Well, of course, dear Vivian! If it would make you more comfortable, we can discuss matters in private…” He then cleared his throat, signaling for the security guards following them to leave the room down one of the hallways leading out of the room. Vivian sighed before taking her seat on the gray couch, sinking slightly into the soft cushion. As she got comfortable, Simon sat on a matching chair to the right of the couch, looking Vivian in the eye before speaking up. “There we go, now it’s just us here to discuss.” He said in a casual tone before leaning forward towards Vivian. “Hugo had told me plenty of Mockingbird’s involvement in the investigation of… specific activities by TOPS members. That is what you’ve come to me for, right?”

Vivian gave a light smile at Simon’s direct question. “Absolutely, and we’ve been informed you have information on these exact activities.” She said to him as she set her umbrella down against the side of the couch. Looking back at Simon, she continued. “Now, it might be best if we learn this as soon as possible. The urgency of this situation is quite palpable.” Simon nodded before staying silent for a couple of seconds. After the brief pause, he nodded before responding. “I understand that, my friend. To be certain there’s plenty I likely won’t be able to say unless I want my head off my shoulders.” He said with a grim chuckle. “So I can’t necessarily give the whole carrot. But I can lend you a small nibble at the moment.”

Vivian stared flatly at Simon, her eyes seeming to bore into his soul before he spoke again. “Now, just listen. The problem is that these girls aren’t exactly selected at random. There’s a small process through TOPS’ wide network…” He trailed off before standing up and moving towards one of the windows next to the television. “A process?” Vivian pondered at the comment as Simon turned his back to her. “But there never seemed to be a common thread between targets. What type of process do they use?” She asked inquisitively, to which Simon spoke again. 

“Well, our outlets tend to set up a trap of sorts…” He said flatly before continuing. “After finding a lady serviceable enough, we make contact. Emails, private messages, or even using social media we try to lure them into our hands.” He said before hearing a buzz from his pocket, causing him to sigh. Reaching in, he took his phone out and checked it. “Damn, it seems they’re trying to set up another call with me…” Simon said with a defeated sigh before turning around to face Vivian again. “Seems time is being cut short, Vivian. Unless you wish to stay as a guest for a short period?” He said now with his usual smile before typing something out on his phone.

Vivian softly sighed at the sudden intrusion before standing up from the couch. “It’s fine, Simon. Just know to contact us once you can actually supply us a bit more information…” She said before trailing off and looking back at Simon. When she did so, she noticed a small glint in his eyes, past his charming grin, and felt something sinister. Just then, she felt the rush of tears fall down her face. “What? Why am I-?” Vivian thought as multiple rapid visions came to her.

She saw herself in a padded room, entangled in binds and tormented to her wits end. She saw herself locked in a confined, dark space. She even saw the familiar figure of Belle, wrapped in tight bonds as she lay in Simon’s hands.

“S-Simon…” Vivian said in a hollow voice before she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and a rag forcefully planted over her nose and mouth. “MMPH!” Vivian yelped through the cloth covering her mouth, forced to inhale a strong scented chemical soaked into the rag. She attempted to thrash against the hold on her, however her struggles were fruitless. The guard holding onto her had a grip as tight as iron caging her body as she wriggled and yelped. Her panicked expression and struggles only elicited a laugh from Simon in front of her.

“Oh, Vivian~” He spoke to the scared girl in front of him. “It wasn’t meant to be a direct question, or at least not one you can say no to.” He said, his voice dripping with a sadistic glee as he got closer to her. As he stepped closer, Vivian quickly kicked one of her legs at Simon in a futile attempt at retaliation. He quickly sidestepped from the kick before the grunt proceeded to lift her off of the ground and press the rag harder against her. “Such an arrogant girl. Trying to find any chance at an escape that which you don’t have…” Simon said mockingly as Vivian’s vision began to blur and her struggles weakened. “You should just breathe all that in, and accept my care~” She heard him say as she continued mumbling past the rag, until eventually, her body went limp in the grunt’s arms.

After a couple of hours, Vivian’s eyes slowly began to open. Her vision was blurry from her forced slumber as she could only notice a room of white at first. She soon suddenly felt a sharp strike to her rear, causing her to jolt awake with a loud moan. As her vision began to clear, Vivian noticed she was inside of a bright white, padded room. She tried to move but could only feel her arms tightly bound behind her back, immobilizing them along with her legs. Her legs were encased in an extremely tight frog tie that also connected her ankles to the rope around her wrists. She was stripped of all mobility as she looked down to see that she was stripped of her dress and left in her lacy purple lingerie. Her body had also been wrapped and secured in ropes, creating a painful harness that connected with her ropes as she was suspended about a meter above the floor.

She blushed at her change in situation and clothing, but more dire thoughts roamed in her mind. “What? Where am I? Where’s Simon?” Vivian thought before feeling another sharp strike against her bare ass, causing her to moan loudly once more. She turned her head as far back as she could to see a familiar figure standing behind her. “Ah, good to see you’re finally awake, Vivian~” Simon’s charming voice spoke to her, oozing with sadistic glee. “I almost feared we wouldn’t be able to film your demonstration.” He said before coiling up a bull whip and holding it close to himself.

Vivian’s eyes teared up as she scowled in Simon’s direction. Gritting her teeth, she spoke back to him. “Demonstration? What’s the meaning of this, Simon? What’s your game?” She tried to sound confident, but only came off as desperate, signified by Simon’s sadistic grin widening at her questions. “Our game? Oh, you stupid girl~” He said before quickly letting the whip fly free as he reeled his arm back and accurately and harshly struck her rear once more. As Vivian yelped once more, he spoke again. “This isn’t a game, it’s just business, my business. That you will now be a part of.” He said before walking up behind Vivian, roughly grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. “Now, you get to be a nice commodity among some of my acquaintances at TOPS. You should be happy I thought you would be a good slave~” He growled, his breath hot against Vivian’s face.

Simon eventually let go of Vivian’s hair, letting her lift her head up somewhat before his free hand moved to force her jaw open. Vivian’s eyes widened before looking back up at him, then hearing him drop the whip to the ground before taking out a purple ball gag. “Now I think it’s time we prep you…” He said before forcing the ball into Vivian’s gaping mouth and securing it painfully tight around her head. “Mmmph!” Vivian tried to yell, but her voice was mere mumbles going against the purple obstruction. Simon chuckled once more before walking in front of her.

“Now, Vivian, I think it’s best you show us some liveliness for once. Plenty of important people will be watching~” He said as he teased his new commodity. Soon after, a door to the cell opened and two of the security guards came in, their faces concealed by masks and carrying a duffel bag. “Well now, I think it’s best we get this show started…” Simon said flatly, causing Vivian to focus back on him. “Nngh?” She grunted, confused by what he was referring to. He then turned to face the wall in front of them before continuing. “You thought it was just us? Behind this wall is actually an entire crew observing me preparing you for a promotional recording~” He said before turning to see Vivian panicking once more. “Mmmph… ngh!” She mumbled incoherently before hearing a familiar sound coming from Simon’s pocket. 

 Simon quickly pulled a phone out of his left pocket. After a quick glance, Vivian realized it was her phone. “Mmm! Ngh!” She yelped and struggled against her bindings wildly before one of the masked grunts reached around and gripped onto her neck. As her movement stopped and breathing slowed, she saw Simon crack another smile as he looked at her phone. “Well, it seems we have another meeting arranged. This ‘Lord Phaethon’ seems to be a good friend of yours~” He spoke with the same sickening tone as before, but with an even larger sense of glee. ”Well now, seems Mockingbird, in their attempt to bring light into the shadows, has only let more get dragged into it. How pitiful.”  He snickered before walking towards the open door as the two guards stood next to Vivian and opened the bag.

As the goons explored the contents of the bag, they eventually retrieved a couple of strong wand vibrators and made sure they were fully charged. Vivian sharply gasped through the gag before trying to struggle against her bonds once more. As she writhed in the tight ropes containing her fair skin, she could hear Simon’s voice ring through the room before he left. “I’ll leave you two to break this one. Be sure to have as much fun as you wish, I’ll love hearing her scream just as much as you do~” He said, his voice followed by the heavy thunk of the door closing, sealing any means of escape.

Vivian’s struggles became more rapid, doing her hardest to loosen her bindings. However, she soon felt a sharp pain strike her rear once again as one of the goons came behind and spanked her. “MMGH!” She yelped in pain as she opened her eyes again and felt the grunt’s gloved hands finding and greedily fondling her chest. She writhed in her bonds and moaned past the gag, all the while blushing at her violation. 

The man’s hands were relentless. The goon massaged Vivian’s breasts over the lace bra with a practiced finesse, making her feel more and more sensitive during this assault. She tried to squirm in his hands, but soon felt a harsh slap on the side of her face by the man. “MMGH!” Her eyes began to tear up due to the physical pain before her chest was assaulted once more. Looking down in shame and tears, Vivian then noticed the second grunt kneeling in front of her, his gloved hands moving up towards her legs and brushing them along her thighs.

The goon’s hands caressed Vivian’s exposed legs in a surprisingly gentle manner through the leather gloves. “Mmmgh…” She whimpered as her body began to grow more sensitive to the men’s touch. After a few more seconds, the second grunt’s hands moved up her legs before reaching her lace panties. Vivian whimpered as her tears continued to trail down her face, fearing the worst. “Please don’t… don’t defile me right here… Lord Phaethon… Hugo… save me…” She thought before suddenly feeling a spike of pleasure as the man’s hand began to brush over her crotch through her soft underwear.

“MMGH! NGHH!” She screamed through the gag, shaking her head before feeling her pleasure peaking even more as her nipples her gently pressed and pinched in tandem with this treatment. As her mind flooded with unwilling arousal, she could only let out garbled moans as they continued to fondle and tease her.

They teased her for a few more minutes, but to Vivian it felt like hours. Having her body being treated like a mere toy to the men fondling her for their own enjoyment. As her tears streamed down her face, she neared the brink of an orgasm that she did her best to hold in as her nipples and womanhood were being stimulated constantly. Her will stood firm despite the constant torture, until the grunt below her finally ceased stimulating her crotch. Looking down, Vivian breathed heavily as she watched the goon’s actions. She saw the two grunts look and nod at each other, and the second grunt pulled out a small pair of scissors from his pocket, now reaching for her panties again.

She hardly had the energy to struggle more, only whimpering as the grunt suddenly gripped her panties. They made quick work of the undergarment as they quickly used the sharp scissors to cut away at its sides before pulling the now worthless silk material off of Vivian’s crotch. Upon discarding them, the man took notice of Vivian’s glistening entrance, wet from all the teasing.

“No… stop…” Vivian thought as she continued to cry. “Not there, that’s meant for…” She clenched her eyes shut as she whimpered even louder through the gag. Soon she felt something being pressed against her womanhood, as her eyes snapped open she saw the man pressing one of the wand vibrators directly against her entrance. She quickly shook her head before suddenly experiencing a jolt run through her core, with the wand now buzzing loudly as it was pressed against her sensitive area. 

“MMPH! MMM!” The wand’s buzzing felt like torture as Vivian’s body jolted and thrashed against her ropes, her gagged screams only evoking laughter from the two goons stimulating her. The man behind her moved one of his hands off her chest, gripping her face to look up and away from the man below her. He then cruelly dragged a finger under her ballgag to feel the saliva that was dripping from the gag as she bit hard on the ball. “You like it don’t you?” He whispered in Vivian’s ear as his free hand continued to play with her left breast. “Mmmn…” She mumbled as she shook her head weakly at the goon’s question. As she did so, she could feel his thumb rolling over her nipple and pressing it in, causing her to let out another sharp noise.

“Alright, we should wrap her up, she’s simmered long enough~” The grunt under Vivian said in a hushed tone before using a spare couple of ropes to tie the wand to her thigh. With the device now firmly strapped to her, Vivian uncontrollably whimpered as she shook her head frantically before they reached for the switch. “Ngh, mmngh. Ngh! NNGH!” She managed to let out muffled shrieks as her pleas fell on deaf ears, letting the men turn her vibrator to the max setting.

Vivian let out a cry as loud as she could muster as the grunts stepped back from her display, letting her thrash uncontrollably in her suspension. “NGH! PHphnp pmmnphm! PHnmmnnm pmmnphm hmmp mm!” She pleaded loudly, hoping for someone to spare her from her torment. “Oh no, please stop… I’m going to break at this rate… I can’t… not in front of-” Her thoughts were cut short before suddenly feeling her eyes glaze over, her vision blurry as the sensations began to boil over in her core. 

“N'm gnnng phn hrmnh…” She weakly mumbled as her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she eventually couldn’t hold it anymore. She loudly screamed like a banshee in her ropes before going limp, letting her fluids gush against the vibrating head. As she breathed heavily, seeing her fluid trickling down, she soon felt a long cloth be pulled over her eyes as one of the goons tightly tied a blindfold on her.

The rest of the day felt like a blur for Vivian, she had a metal collar fixed tightly around her neck and taken somewhere else in the estate. She could recall being crammed into a cage of some sort as she heard laughter from the various servants as she could only whimper. After a long pause, she could hear another set of footsteps approaching her cage. “So, how’re you liking your new home, dear Vivian?” She heard Simon’s voice as he got closer. “Or should I say, Number 42? It suits you much better as a slave~” He said, mocking her.

Vivian tried to utter many curses at her captor, but only garbled grunts could escape from her full mouth. Simon could only let out a chuckle at her attempts to retort before grabbing onto the cage.”Now be glad you won’t be here long, someone actually wanted to buy a pitiful creature like you.” He said flatly, causing Vivian’s struggles to halt momentarily. “We’re getting you prepped early tomorrow, don’t wanna miss a beat before our old friend, Hugo knows something’s wrong~”

Vivian gasped as she remembered the tracker Hugo put onto her phone days prior for this trip. “Hugo, please know where I am… please worry about me already. Please tell Lord Phaethon…don’t let these monsters sell me away.” She thought and pleaded as she began to sob, realizing it might be in vain. Her struggles and cries for help reignited at this notion. Twisting and writhing in her ropes before suddenly hearing a buzzing sound.

“Ugh, she better not be yelling at me again already… she’s real interested in you, y’know…” Simon groaned before muttering to himself. “Stupid clients… so impatient for their toys…” Was all Vivian could hear from him before hearing footsteps grow quieter, assuming he finally left her alone.

Vivian spent the rest of her night thrashing and writhing in the many ropes she was tied in. The cage wasn’t helping her struggles either, she couldn’t see but could feel the cramped size of the cage as she struggled and tried to scream. As she screamed she could only hear her own muffled cries echo back at her, leaving her alone and in darkness, knowing she couldn’t even feel a single loose knot on her bonds.

Breathless and panting, she tried her best to yank on the knots again, only to the same fruitless result. She stopped struggling all together, realizing all hope for her was lost, she began to cry. She sobbed for what felt like hours, feeling the tears that ran down her face and soaked through the blindfold. For the rest of the night all that could be heard was her muffled cries before finally giving in and falling asleep.

Vivian still managed to find dreams in her hopeless slumber. She dreamed of being rescued by Hugo and Belle, dreamed of roaming the streets of New Eridu unharmed once again. She even dreamed of having an intimate moment with Belle, all for saving her. She brought some wishes and hope back to her, all before a sudden rough jolt had hit her and woke her up.

As she snapped awake, Vivian let out a gasp through her gag. She wasn’t able to see but felt another physical force rattle the cage around her, feeling harsh as Simon kicked the cage to wake her up. “Oh wakey wakey, 42. Today’s the day~” He said with a sadistic glee. “Your new owner’s coming to collect you, so now we have to make you more… presentable.”

After he said this, Vivian heard the cage door open before feeling a pair of gloved hands quickly reach in and grab her chain leash. She felt pain as they pulled her headfirst out of the cage, dragging her along the smooth wood floor. “Mph!” She yelped before feeling her leash yanked upward. “C’mon, use those legs!” One of the other men in the room said as Vivian shakily began to move her bound legs to attempt to stand. She felt cumbersome trying to stand up by herself while she could hardly move any of her limbs, predictably she fell down with a hard thud on the floor. “Nggh!”

Writhing in pain and soreness, Vivian could barely keep her composure. In front of Simon and whatever goons were in the room with her, she began to cry once again. “Please stop… please… I can’t anymore.” She silently prayed before feeling one of the grunts grabbing her hair. “We’re not waiting here.” He said coldly before wrapping an arm under her chest and yanked her up and onto her feet.

Shakily standing on her bare feet, Vivian could feel her leash being pulled forward and hearing the goons’ orders for her to move. Doing her best to maintain balance, she hopped along with the men as they moved through the seemingly never ending halls of the estate. Vivian could feel herself tiring, but whenever her pace began to slow, she would be swiftly whipped on her bare buttocks to continue moving.

Eventually, the men led Vivian into another room she couldn’t see. Inside, it appeared to be the inside of a garage filled with equipment. As they entered, one of the men grabbed a dolly while Vivian was pulled to the center. “Where am I now? I can hear the birds outside…” Vivian thought before the blindfold was finally removed from her eyes. When her vision cleared, her eyes now red from all her crying, she could see the large garage door in front of her. Turning to her left, she was horrified at the sight of various leather and latex binding materials hanging on the wall. As her eyes narrowed in shock, she could feel the ropes around her arms and torso begin to be undone.

Vivian let out a confused moan as the merciless goons began to untie her. “What is it, 42? Confused?” She heard Simon say as she turned to him. “Don’t worry, we’re getting you prepped for your new home~” He said as he walked up to her, reaching around her head and unbuckling the ball gag from her mouth finally. Feeling her jaw finally be free, Vivian wasted no time. “Why are you untying me then? What’s going to happen to me, Simon?” She asked with a firmer tone, eliciting another smile from him. “Vivian my dear, you don’t think we’ll ship you off looking like that, right?” He said, pointing at how she only had her bra on. “You need to be more, uniformed before meeting your new master~”

As he spoke, one of the men grabbed a latex straitjacket off one of the hooks on the wall. Vivian lightly gasped realizing what’s going to happen to her. “No, you mustn’t! How about I make you aware that my phone had a tracker on it?” She said, attempting a smug grin as the goons suddenly stopped untying her. “Hugo knows where I am, people might just be on their way here to liberate me. So get your hands off.” She demanded, hoping this was enough of a threat.

There was a pause, everyone glaring at Vivian as the tension grew at her threatening words. After some time, Simon began to chuckle, before breaking down into a hysterical, uncomfortable laughter. He laughed for what felt like an entire minute before he collected himself and took a deep breath. “You really are dense, Number 42.” He said as he looked directly into Vivian’s eyes as he spoke. “This estate was built so far off from New Eridu by design, you need proper clearance to sail to this particular island and Public Security has no jurisdiction over me here. Besides…” He said before taking out Vivian’s phone from his pocket, then taking the back off of it, finding the tracking sensor with ease. “These things are child’s play to remove, and easy to dispose of~” As he said this, he threw the tiny device onto the ground and crushed it into dust under the heel of his shoe.

Vivian couldn’t believe what she was hearing, there really was no hope for her and Hugo’s plan from the start. Her lips quivered as she began to speak, “So that’s why you had me come here… to tell me something then-” She said before being cut off quickly. “Then we kidnap and sell you to my associates as well. Quite the simple plan if I do say so myself. Easy to accomplish while you hold all the cards~” He said before addressing the other men in the room. “Carry on, our guest here has said and heard enough~” He said before snapping his fingers, signaling for the mooks to continue working on Vivian. “Now work quickly, our lovely client might be here soon~”

The men wasted no time with her, aiming to secure her as quickly as possible. As Vivian’s rope bindings became undone, she couldn’t even struggle with her sore arms before they secured the straitjacket on her, buckling and securing her arms in the tight-fitting leather jacket. As she tried to flail, more leather straps were secured around her legs and ankles to immobilize her once more. In her new restraints, she attempted to squirm, feeling the tight and secure leather confines keeping her limbs from budging even slightly.

Vivian grunted and struggled in vain, causing more mocking from the men holding her. After a moment, they lifted and placed her onto the dolly in the middle of the room, using more leather straps to secure her for transport. “Ugh, you won’t get away with this!” Vivian yelled as she could hardly move. “Hugo will know something’s wrong and we have more ways to look for you, Simon!” She said in desperation before she felt a slap across her face, leaving a stinging mark as her head was held up to see one of the grunts holding a leather panel gag.

Before she could scream again, the panel was placed over her mouth. As the compact rubber filled her mouth, Vivian tried to shout through the leather panel that was now strapped around her head. “MMMM! NNNH!” She tried to shake her head, but the straps securing the gag were tight, feeling only her hair being pulled by them as she struggled. 

At this point now, Vivian realized she was completely helpless in her restraints. Every attempted shout, kick or jerk she made was worthless against the tight leather binding her limbs and securing her to the dolly. After another few seconds of fruitless struggling, Vivian’s head hung low. “This is it… isn’t it?” She thought as she looked down at her tightly secured body. As her head hung low, another grunt proceeded to strap a leather blindfold over Vivian’s eyes, robbing her of her vision once more. 

She looked small, helpless and scared now compared to her cunning and aloof behavior she always had in public. The garage door in front of her began to open, allowing more of the warm morning sun inside, all of which Vivian couldn’t see. As she was bathed in this low sunlight, she could hear a female voice ring through as a pair of heels clicked into the garage. “So, this is her? She looks perfect as a little pet.” She said, causing Vivian to look up and let out another muffled moan.

“Yes, this is the little brat we’re giving you…” Simon said as he stood next to Vivian. “She fell right into our hands, I figured you’d give her a great home for a great price, Sarah~” Vivian froze at the name, hearing murmurs by their informants about her actions with the Exaltists. “Excellent,” Sarah said as she stepped closer to Vivian, “she’ll make a wonderful pet for me~” She said with a sickening smile Vivian could only imagine as she looked at Simon. “Please, bring her to my boat, should be nice and cozy for her~”

After she said this, the men began to tilt the dolly and begin wheeling Vivian outside as she could only wriggle weakly against the straps. Soon enough, she was carted onto another private boat belonging to the TOPS alliance. As Vivian was secured in place with the rest of the cargo, the doors began to close as she was left in the dark, unable to move or speak. As she desperately squirmed in her tight bindings, she began to cry once more. “Please… Hugo, Lord Phaethon, anyone…” She thought as her tears ran down from beneath the blindfold. “Please find me… before I’m gone forever.”