An Inescapable Trap
by Dirk Dirker




I

Junior professor Lena Bäumer had spent the evening in her favorite green silk
nightgown, sitting in an armchair in her small study. She had enjoyed half a bottle
of chardonnay and one of her favorite Raymond Chandler novels, when the phone on her
desk suddenly started ringing.

At that point, the evening was already over. It was past two o’clock in the morning
and Lena was quite annoyed to be disturbed at such a late hour. But her annoyance
lasted just for a short moment. After all, she told herself with a tired smile, it
was the first night of spring break. And in such a night, with parties and drunken
students all over campus grounds, trouble had been inevitable from the beginning.

And, even more important, Lena also recognized the combination of digits which
flickered across her phones’ display: The call originated from the Delta Gamma Pi
mansion; home to the influential fraternity she herself was a member of. She had
joined Delta Gamma Pi twelve years ago, at the age of 19, and its network had helped
her immensely while she had been pursuing her steep career. Ever since she had
returned to her Alma Mater as a teacher, she had become a mentor to the small
selected group of the fraternities’ junior members. Delta Gamma Pi’s helped each
other under any circumstances, and she just didn’t have another option than
answering the call.

Lena took the phone into her slender, white hand. She hoped it wouldn’t be a drunk
student trying to flirt with her. That happened occasionally, since she was good
looking enough and still at the beginning of her thirties. She’d hated to verbally
humiliate some other poor bastard who thought it might be funny to harass her at
this time of night.

“Who is there and what kind of trouble are you in?”, she asked with a sardonic
undertone in her voice.

She recognized the voice of the caller immediately – it was Peter Martens, a young
man who belonged to Lena’s best students. He was also heir to one of the republics’
richest families. Peter was a cunning boy and a born leader – and he was the kind of
young man who already had something very adult in his behavior, solving his problems
without help under normal circumstances. Others looked up to him.

But right now Peter sounded quite solemn; his voice a little coarse.

“I apologize for calling you this late, Professor. But… some of the guys have done
something … really stupid. I wish I didn’t have to bother you, but I think it’s
better you come over here and we talk in private.”

There was also a hint of anger in Peter`s voice. Not anger towards Lena though, most
likely something like a grudge towards the wrongdoers. And it was obvious that that
someone had done something very wrong indeed.

“I can be there in ten minutes”, Lena said, already getting up.

“Better make it fifteen – just as long as you can make sure that no one will see you
enter the building.”

That hint alarmed her even more. Five minutes later she was attained in dark jeans,
a pullover and her brown leather coat and was already heading across campus grounds
and towards the Delta Gamma Pi mansion.


II


There had obviously been quite a party. Or an orgy, judging from what Lena found
when she entered the mansion through the back entrance. The luxurious rooms and
halls looked like a deserted battlefield. Te mahogany floorboards in the halls had
suffered remarkably. The rich carpets in the lounges didn’t look any better – ground
cigarettes and half-empty bottles were lying around everywhere and someone had used
tomato ketchup to write the words “Finally free!” all across one of the walls in the
small library.

But whatever had been going on in this place: by now it was already over. Only a few
fraternity members and a handful of guests were still hanging around, and most of
them were so wasted that they hardly managed to sit upright.

At least Peter Martens appeared to be quite sober when he approached Lena: He was
just a little red in the face, looking as he had sounded on the phone: Solemn and a
little worried.
“I can show you what happened, Professor. But … it is not pretty. And I don’t know
what we can do to solve this problem.”

“Well, give me the whole story. And show me what you are talking about already, Mr.
Martens. I feel as if I stumbled into a movie.”

Lena smiled at him and he smiled back, even though the worried look stayed on his
face. Most students adored their attractive, sporty Professor with the almond-shaped
eyes and her mop of blonde, curly hair, and Peter was of course no exception. He was
just mature enough to not show it – most of the time anyways. But at the moment it
was quite obvious that he needed every bit of comfort he could get.

“Veronika Becker and some of the others girls took a female guest to one of the
upper bedrooms. It seems they wanted to play a trick on her, but … things got out of
control. Please follow me, Professor.”

Lena did so, with a bad feeling in her stomach. Peter brought her to one of the
bedrooms In the second floor, but hesitated before opening the door.

“I didn’t have anything to do with it”, he said with a worried glance at his mentor.
“I didn’t even know they had invited her before it was too late. She isn’t stupid,
you know? Quite the opposite in fact, she’s a calculating person, a manipulator. And
she wanted so hard to become a member of the fraternity … I guess she just thought
this might be her ticket to get inside, and she played things in a very dirty
manner.”

“Who are we talking about? And why don’t you just open that door, Peter?” Lena was a
tough woman, and she was not scared – but she definitely became more worried by the
minute.

“We are talking about Marianne Bruckmann”, he answered sternly. “I am sure you’ve
seen her, hanging around with some of our juniors. She’s small, very sporty, has
short red stick-straight hair, pale skin, sparkling green eyes… she’s a looker.”

Lena nodded. She was bisexual and still a young woman with a healthy libido, and of
course she sometimes noticed an especially attractive female student. That didn’t
mean she’d ever come on to one of them, but checking them out with careful glances
was surely not a crime, and she was quite sure that she knew the girl Peter was
talking about. Marianne Bruckmann had received a scholarship that gave her the
chance to visit college. She sometimes had an expression on her face that reminded
Lena of a fox – clever, diplomatic … calculating maybe, to use Peters’ words.

“Yes. I have seen her. She’s a little extroverted, a little brash. An attention
seeker. Knows what she wants and goes right for it.”

“That’s her”, Peter confirmed. “She has no chance to get into the fraternity though.
You know why.”

Yes, Lena knew. Two traits, which Delta Gamma Pi required its members to possess,
were intelligence and ambition. But even more important than that was a certain
personal background. More than ninety percent of the members were chosen from
wealthy, influential families. And if Marianne Bruckmann had gotten the chance to
visit college by scholarship, that meant that her family was not in the best place.
Thus, her chances to ever become a Delta Gamma Pi were close to zero.

“So … she was invited by some of the girls, they took her up here and … then what?
What the fuck happened, Peter?”

Lena didn’t curse often. In fact, she realized, this might very well have been the
first time one of her students had ever heard her use the term ‘fuck’.

“Well there are two versions of the story. Version Number one is this: The girls
knew she wanted so bad to become a member that she’d do as good as anything. So they
invited her, offered her some drinks and then teased her into allowing them to tie
her to the bed with handcuffs. They all had a good giggle and the girls were so
drunk that they forgot about Marianne for about half an hour, and when they
re-entered the room they found her with Stephan Schröder on top of her. ‘He was
fucking her thoroughly, and she was having fun’”, he cited with a sour smile.
“That’s what the girls said.”
“And version number two?”

“Version number two is that Stephan threatened to kill her if she didn’t spread her
legs for him and then raped her. That’s Marianne’s version. She told Stephan right
after the sex was over that we’d have to make her a fraternity member now, or she
would inform campus police.”

Lena was shocked enough to emanate a nearly hysteric giggle. “You’ve got to be
shitting me…?”

“I swear to God I’m not, Professor. She told Stephan, Stephan told me. Then I
questioned the girls. I believe theirs and Stephan’s version is the correct one, but
what the hell am I going to do now?”

Lena just stared at Peter. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had a hard
time to believe any woman would be that calculating. But on the other hand, the
whole setup was quite clever. Delta Gamma Pi could not afford bad press. And a rape
in their very own fraternity house, committed by one of their fraternities’ members,
would get them a lot of bad press. Enough bad press for a lifetime.

“Are you sure that you can trust them?”, Lena asked carefully.

“Yes, I am sure about that. Even if Stephan was a liar and a rapist, the girls would
not tell the same version of the story. They said when they entered it did not at
all look like a rape, but that in fact they came in in a moment when Marianne seemed
to come, and come hard. And Stephan reports that she started laughing as soon as he
was done with her and that she openly told him what she’d do – destroy his
reputation and career and damage our fraternities’ reputation as well. After that
she offered him the loophole that we should let her in.”

Lena massaged her temples with her fingertips, closing her eyes for a moment. She
desperately wished she had emptied the whole chardonnay and then gone to bed with
Raymond Chandler and Phillip Marlowe.

“What has happened since then?”

“Not much.” Peter shrugged, seemingly a bit uncomfortable but still as calm as
before. “She’s still chained to the bed.”

“What? You have to be fucking kidding me…!” Lena shook her head in disbelief. “You
didn’t release her?”

“Well … no.” His face got red as he continued with thoughtful countenance. “She
underestimated Stephan a little, she was maybe a bit too happy about having him
trapped. He was scared shitless, but he didn’t unchain her. Instead he came to me.
He was so drunk it was a pitiful sight, but he still trusted me enough to tell me
what had happened.”

Lena looked at the closed door. “And have you already talked to her?”

“No, I have not. I just checked the room shortly and she’s still lying on the bed.
She’s kind of angry I guess, but she doesn’t show it. She pretended to be crying
when she saw me.”

“But she has not started screaming for help yet?”

“No. And I know what you are thinking: Had she really been raped, and would Stephan
and the girls be liars, then their victim would already be freaking out right now.
But Marianne is just in there, waiting. I guess she’s pissed enough about still
being tied. But…”

“But the fact that she’s staying calm, just waiting for our reaction, is a piece of
evidence that Thomas is telling the truth.”

Peter nodded gravely. “I called you because I don’t want our fraternity to be
blackmailed. That girl doesn’t deserve to become a member. I just …” He paused and
brushed through his hair with one hand resentfully, “I just don’t want her to win.”

Lena smiled and patted the young man’s shoulder thankfully. “You did the right
thing, Peter. I will talk to her. And we’ll still have to see if Marianne Bruckmann
has won anything yet.”


III

The room behind the door was large quite and luxuriously furnished. It was one of
the rooms fraternity members could use as a retreat area if they wanted a more
private ambience during a party, either for sex of just for getting away from the
heat of a large event. A queen-sized bed had been placed right in its middle, and on
that bed Lena could see a female shape, lying with her arms at the bedposts and her
legs spread just as wide.
Marianne Bruckmann was naked. Her wrists had been chained to the bedposts with what
looked like two pairs of police handcuffs.

The naked girl was very thin, small-sized, quite trained and with medium-sized, firm
white breasts. Her hair was curly and carrot-red, her face was pretty and leaning
across the border to beautiful. Her face really had something foxy, with high
cheekbones, almond-shaped, sparkling green eyes and a sweet-looking stubbed nose.
When she saw Lena enter, she quickly folded her slender legs to cover her most
private parts.

“Oh thank God!”, she screamed out in relief. There were tears in her eyes and her
voice was a bit shrill, as if she had been close to a panic already. “Oh thank you,
thank you Professor Bäumer… you don’t know how glad I am to see you…”

Lena sat down on the bed next to the chained girl and checked for marks of violence.
There were a few, but the matter was complicated: The bruised wrists were due to the
fact that she’d been tied with the handcuffs, and she could very well have bruised
them herself by pulling at the bondage more than would have been necessary. There
were also red marks on her breasts – and Lena had had such marks on her own body
before and knew where they came from. That was what you got when you had sex with a
drunken boy who got a little over motivated, no more and no less than that.

“It’s okay”, she said carefully. She forced herself to smile in a comforting way
while she studied Marianne’s face for signs of acting.

And those signs were really there. She was playing her role extremely well for a
girl of her young age, but she was playing a role nonetheless. Lena also was a good
actor and a very good manipulator, and she recognized a younger colleague when she
met one.

“It’s… no, it’s not okay”, Marianne Bruckmann uttered under her breath. “He raped
me, it was so… horrible. I wanted him to stop, but he just kept threatening me and …
using me…”

And then she started crying. Lena was impressed, but she was not fooled. She reached
out to Marianne, patted her cheek and then said with a stony voice: “Stop the
performance already. I might have fallen for it when I still was 22 instead of 32.
But I have seen too many good actors already. And you are far from perfect.”

The effect was impressive: The redhead stopped crying from one second to another,
the trembling subsided within a moment and a sly smile crept on Marianne’s lips.

“Well – but I think my acting will be good enough for the police. And for the press.
And for the colleges’ officials. And for any given court”, she added. “I know you
are a member of Delta Gamma Pi yourself – do you want to test how far I can get with
my claims?”

“No, I don’t want to test that.” Lena shook her head. She was quite impressed by the
way this tied, naked girl managed to control the situation. “And you are well aware
that. I’m not going to risk damage being done to our fraternity.”

“Why am I still chained to this bed then?” Marianne’s eyes glistened with hidden
anger. “That was not very clever of these morons, because the more pissed off I get
the harder I can make things for them. Untie me, so that we can talk about a …
compensation.”

“In a moment.” Now it was Lena’s turn to smile, and Marianne frowned in mild
discontent. “But first let’s talk about what we can offer you.”

“I already know what you can offer me, Professor.” The redhead moved her hands
slightly, causing the handcuffs chains to click against the wood of the bedposts. “I
want to become a member. I want your connections. I want access to your networks.”
The smile crept back onto her rose-colored lips. “I won’t even start to bargain
about anything else.”

“In that case we’d have a hard time negotiating”, Lena said with an amount of
disgust in her voice she was not able to hide. “Delta Gamma Pi chooses its members
with great care. And you can’t even be considered as a member anymore, now that you
are trying to use such a disgusting strategy for blackmailing us.”

“You should reconsider.”

“I won’t. What I can offer you is a very generous financial compensation. And
considering your grades … I think we could come to an agreement. I can make sure
your further time at college will be quite comfortable, if you agree to never talk
about this night again, to anybody.”

“No.” Marianne shook her head, her red curls jumping resentfully. The green eyes in
that pretty freckled face started to glisten in anger. “Stop offering me scraps from
your table as if I was a dog! I have the right to become a member, and you know it.
I want to become a member, and there’s nothing you can do about it! Either you allow
me to join Delta Gamma Pi or I’ll make sure that press and officials tear your
fucking fraternity limb from limb!”
Her face had gotten quite red during that short speech, and her slender muscles were
tensing beneath her white skin. She hissed the last words like a snake. And maybe,
Lena concluded, Marianne indeed resembled a snake more than a fox. She was pretty,
colorful and exotic – but also dangerous and filled with a lot of poison.

She found that she had already made up her mind about what needed to be done. She
faltered only for another moment … and then nodded.
"Very well. I will get the key and get you out of the cuffs. And after that we’ll
talk some more.”

“It’s fucking time you get me out of this shit!”, Marianne hissed, as Lena turned
her back on her and went to the next table. The keys weren’t there of course. But
what Lena already had seen when she had entered was a roll of duct tape. Some of the
fraternities’ members must have used it before the party started, for applying
lampions and festoons to walls and ceilings. Lena returned to the chained girl with
the roll of tape hidden at her side.

“The cuffs must have become quite uncomfortable by now. Here, let me help you…”

She moved fast – so fast indeed, that Marianne Bruckner saw much too late what she
really held in her hand. The redhead’s eyes widened in surprise and she opened her
mouth to protest, but Lena had already jumped on top of her, sitting on the upper
part of her body. She put a piece of tape over the girl’s mouth, grabbed her hair
with her free hand and pulled Marianne’s head upwards with force.

“Hraaaagh!” The girl screamed and opened her mouth, and she also started jerking and
rocking beneath Lena, trying to shake her off. But that didn’t help her to prevent
being gagged: Lena lead the roll of tape around her head, pulling the material as
tight as possible. And she didn’t stop there but instead went on, adding a second
and a third layer of tape. Marianne’s mouth was still half-opened; the tape mostly
between her lips and teeth, but that didn’t lessen the effectiveness of the gag.

The redhead’s legs kicked out behind Lena, her heels digging into the mattress, her
whole body tense like a fraught piece of wire. Her white, pretty breasts jumped up
and down wildly and she started tearing at the cuffs that held her wrists – this
time for real. But the tape already covered her lips and most of her chin as well of
the part of her face just below her nose. All she could still produce were muffled
sounds of angry protest.
When she was done, Lena gave the girl free, standing beside the bed again.

“Mrmmmmmmmfffhhh!!” The headshaking and jerking and protesting went on for another
minute before Marianne calmed herself, breathing heavily, and nostrils flaring.

“You made a mistake”, Lena explained calmly to the gagged young woman. “You played a
risky game without knowing who else is sitting at the table. Guess what, little
girl: The stakes are higher than you expected.” She smiled – it was a very open,
honest smile this time – and reached out to one clean-shaved, naked armpit, pinching
the chained girl with glee. Marianne produced a muffled scream and jerked at the
handcuffs once more.
“You are not going to inform the press”, Lena stated. “And you are also not going to
become a member of Delta Gamma Pi, a fraternity that would have to be ashamed to
have a bitch like you. Instead, we are going to chose option three.”

It was very satisfying to see the shock and fear in Marianne’s eyes. It was even
more satisfying to turn around and leave the room while the girl behind her kept
trying to scream and kept rattling her handcuffs in frustration and anger.


IV

“Keep this room locked. Do not allow anyone to enter.”

Peter Martens, who had been waiting in front of the room all the time, stared at
Lena, trying to figure out what was going on. “Professor Bäumer”, he asked
cautiously, expressing exactly that thought, “what is going on?”
“Oh Peter – you are one of my best students, and I happen to know that you are a
very intelligent young man. Use your imagination.”

He did so, and it took him just a second to come up with a reaction. “We can not
kill her, Professor. I could never … that’s not an option.”

Lena smiled and realized she liked her young student even more than she’d have
thought before. And why not? He was only nine years younger than her and it was a
crazy evening anyways. So she leaned forward – very carefully – and kissed him
briefly on his lips.

“We are not going to kill anyone. But we are going to make her disappear for quite
some time.”

He had not resisted the kiss, and now his face became as red as a tomato. “How are
we going to do that?”, he asked absolutely baffled.

“I will get some … equipment. I have a good amount of experience in tying up women –
and being tied up myself.” Lena laughed when she saw the look of shock on his face.
“Peter, I am still young. What, I can’t have a sex life?”

“No… yes! I mean… I didn’t know…”

“Well, now you do. Keep that room locked. Guard this door. I will be back in about
two hours. And then I’ll need your help to force that bitch to cooperate. She’ll not
make this easy for us, but once we have trussed her up for transport we’ll be in
safe waters.”

“Trussed up for transport… where to?”

“To a place my uncle gave to me as a birthday gift two years ago. It’s a small house
north of town. You’ll see it soon enough.”

She didn’t ask him if she could trust him, and he seemed to realize that with pride.
“Okay”, he stuttered like a man in a dream. “But take care, okay? Be careful.” And
when she smiled and turned towards the stairs, he placed a hand on her shoulder,
held her back for a moment and planted a quick, soft kiss on her lips.

Lena was in a weird mood when she jogged back to her place. But it was not a bad
mood at all.


V

Lena had calculated the amount of time she needed a little too optimistically, and
it took her the better part of three hours to get back to the Delta Gamma Pi
mansion. First she got some items from her own apartment, next she called an
ex-lover – a young lawyer from downtown, a woman she had thought she might even fall
in love with at some point during their affair – and visited her, to get some
additional pieces of equipment.

It needed some explanation and some well thought-out lies before said ex-lover, who
went by the name of Isolde, agreed to help her. But finally Lena had everything she
would need in the back of her car.

“Has anyone tried to enter the room?”, she asked Peter when she returned to the
mansion. The place was utterly deserted by now. Even the last partygoers had left
and all the rooms and halls were dark and abandoned.

“No one.” He shook his head, glancing at the large trunk she had brought with her.
It was a sturdy, massive thing, about three times four feet large and obviously made
from studded leather. “What is in that … thing?”

“Some equipment. I’ll show you how to use it. And after that we’ll fill the box with
a completely different object.” Lena smiled and gestured for her student to open the
door to the bedroom again.

Marianne was a mess by now – she looked much less in control of the situation and
much more frightened, her face contorted into a strange grimace by the tape that was
still wrapped around her head, between and above her lips. Her wrists were a little
more bruised by now, due to the fact that she’d obviously tried to free herself more
thoroughly.

It hadn’t helped her though. She was still lying on the bed like Lena had left her,
wrists shackled to the head piece. She stared at the Junior Professor and her
student with wide eyes and flaring nostrils as they entered.
“You may be afraid that we might be planning to kill you”, Lena said coldly as she
placed the large trunk next to the bed. “I can assure you that we don’t plan to end
your existence. You’ll be kept alive, so stop worrying about your possible demise.”

There was a little relief in Marianne’s eyes – and also, somewhere behind that, a
lot of hate.

“Hrrmmmmh….”

“Yes I know, you are asking yourself what I’m going to do with you if I don’t intend
to kill you. Just behave yourself and don’t try to fight, or we’ll have to hurt you.
And as much as I don’t care about hurting you, I’d still prefer this to go smooth
and silent. There are several students sleeping in their rooms on the other floors,
and we don’t want to wake them up, do we?”

Lena opened the trunk and took several things out of it. And with every detail that
Marianne’s clever, perceptive eyes could take in, the tied woman tensed some more.
She even shook her head and produced a protesting sound, locks of her red hair
jumping like feathery red springs.

“Nrrrmmmmmmh!”

Lena smiled. It was no wonder that Marianne was shocked to see the items she had
placed at the foot of the bed: There were straps and laces and a high collar, all
made from leather. Also a corset, thick and sturdy, with several small buckles
dangling on straps attached to its back. There was a monoglove, and even though Lena
couldn’t know if the young woman had ever seen such an item, she was quite sure she
had, because the red headed girl stared at the thing as if she very well recognized
it.

But the first item Lena intended to use was the leg binder. It was designed quite
similar to the monoglove, made of sturdy black leather that was padded on the
inside. It would engulf Marianne’s feet and legs from her toes to a point just
beneath her crotch. “Sit on her, keep her down. The less she can move the better for
us.”

Peter obeyed, sitting down on Marianne’s naked body. He used his not so
inconsiderable weight to immobilize the girl. His face was like a statue’s while he
did that, but his cheeks again reddened remarkably.
Marianne started bucking and jerking under him, and this time she tried to scream in
earnest. But Lena could sit on her knees easily now, and once they both had pinned
the slender woman down, she could easily grab her ankles, bring her naked feet
together and slip the leg binders opening over them. She drew the binder over
Marianne’s feet, then further upwards across her calves and knees and finally worked
it so far up that it also covered her thighs. In fact, now that it was set its upper
brim nearly touched Marianne’s crotch. The tied woman moaned and screamed some more,
furious that she couldn’t do anything to stop them from securing her legs, but her
efforts were in vain. Lena zipped the legbinder and patted Marianne’s fused legs
with sadistic glee.

“I know this already feels quite confined. But it’s not yet finished. I’ll have to
tighten it a little more.”

And that she did. She used the several laces that were attached to the leather
sheath to tighten the leg binder bit by bit, the leather creaking every time she
gave a lace a final pull, knotted it and finally added a small drop of super
adhesive to make sure Marianne would under no circumstances be able to free herself.
The redheads’ feet were being forced into a tiptoe-position, her legs cruelly
compressed in their semi-rigid hull.

“Stay on her Peter, and keep pinning her down. Here, you can put this around her
neck.”

He took the high collar with a stern look, but Lena could also see how fascinated he
was. And why not? Marianne might have seen professional bondage equipment before,
but Peter Martens obviously had not. He turned the collar in his hands like a
curious researcher who examines an unknown object from a long forgotten culture.

Then he attempted to place it around Marianne’s neck– but the girl shook her head
violently, in protest and fear, and lowered her head, pressing her chin onto her
chest in order to prevent him from collaring her.

“Nraaammmmmmfh!”

There was so much rage in Marianne’s glance that Lena couldn’t help but to feel
impressed. She watched Peter to see how he’d react to the resistance he was meeting.

And the young man reacted very well indeed: He emanated an impatient grunting noise,
then grabbed Marianne’s mass of red locks, jerking her head upwards. The girl could
only chose between complying or having her hair torn from her scalp – and she chose
the first option, lifting her head upwards. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with
more hate, also with some desperation, as Peter placed the collar where it belonged.

It was high and very thick, going up all the way to Marianne’s chin, making it
impossible for her to crane her neck or move her head anymore. As Peter buckled it,
the padded edges were pressed into the girls’ white, freckled skin quite a bit.

“Good. Now the corset. I guess I don’t have to explain what it’s for.”

They both got up and Marianne used her regained ‘freedom’ to jerk up once more, to
roll from one side to the other on the bed, fighting the legbinder with all
available strength. It didn’t help her though: She looked like a kinky mermaid with
her leather-compressed legs, and all she managed was to demonstrate how inescapable
the device was. She grunted and wailed loudly, but there was just no way Marianne
could have been loud enough to alarm any of the sleepers on the other floors.

It took Lena half a minute to properly place the corset around the twitching,
moaning girls’ torso. But then, also with Peters’ help, it was well in place. It
covered the whole upper part of Marianne’s slender body, forced her breasts upwards
and made them appear much larger than they normally did, welling over its upper
brim.

Lena connected the corset to the collar Marianne had already been forced to wear and
nodded at Peter.

“Roll her on her side – and keep her that way. I have to reach her back, so I can
strap and lace this thing properly.”

Having heard that, Marianne invested a lot of energy into preventing Peter from
keeping her on her side. She grunted and moaned, screamed and jerked, even tried to
kick both her captors with her fused legs. But she weighed 55 kilogram at max while
Peter was a trained college athlete, and she didn’t have much of a chance against
him.

Once she was on her side, again pinned down without much freedom of movement, Lena
started lacing and strapping the corset. At first there was still a narrow stripe of
white, freckled skin visible on Marianne’s back, but that stripe disappeared soon
beneath the sturdy leather as the corset was tightened further and further.

“Mouuuuuugh!!!” The scream was elongated and tortured. There was protest in it,
shock and still quite a fair amount of rage. But when Marianne tried to scream a
second time she already sounded less energetic. Her body had been compressed into a
classical hourglass shape by now, her ribcage so constrained that she had to breathe
in faster, shorter gasps. She jerked again, obviously realizing how helpless each
addition to the bondage rendered her, and then wheezed desperately as Lena finished
her work on the last laces, securing them with the same adhesive she had used
before.

They both looked down at the leather clad, quivering girl. Lena personally enjoyed
the sight massively. And Peter could not hide a remarkable bulge at the front of his
trousers anymore.

“Wow”, he just said. Then he smiled. And that smile was so boyish and so full with
honest astonishment that Lena kissed him again, giving Marianne the short-lived
opportunity to look rather funnily astonished instead of shocked and angry.

“She’s not the first women I have tied like this”, she admitted with a cat like
smile to her student. “And I have been restrained like that as well, on some
occasions. Does that confuse you?”

“Yes. But not in an uncomfortable way.” Peter laughed a little helplessly. “I guess
that your victims normally put up less of a fight?”

“They do. That’s why we’ll have to be extra careful with the next step.” Lena leaned
above Marianne, looking into the girls’ face. The redhead was quite sweaty by now,
little droplets glistening on her skin as if she’d been in a cloud of diamond dust.
“We are going to release your hands for a moment. I’m sure your arms are fairly limp
after those several hours in handcuffs and I’m either sure you can’t do so much to
stop us. But still, be warned: If you try to make a fuss, I’ll make sure that things
get even more uncomfortable for you than I originally planned.”

If a glance could have killed, Marianne Bruckmann’s glance would have made Lena’s
head explode instantly.

“Fine”, Lena said smiling. “Let’s get to work then.”

Peter sat on Marianne’s thighs and Lena got behind her, standing at the head of the
bed. She unlocked the handcuffs, took Mariannes’ bruised wrists out of them, and she
was not at all surprised when the young woman suddenly jerked upwards, every single
one of her muscles tensing as she reached for her face in an attempt to rip the
tape-gag from her lips. And she already tried to scream while she moved, letting out
a wheezing scream.

“Hrrrrrmmmmmffffh!”

But Peter acted fast, and Lena proved how good her reflexes were as well: They
grabbed Marianne and pulled her into a sitting position, both stopping her before
she could get her fingers to the gag. They worked together quite well, slowly
bending Marianne’s sweaty arms backwards.

It was a silent fight and it took about a minute: The girl gasped and moaned,
wheezed and jerked and fought them in what she knew was her last stand – once her
arms would be restrained, she’d not get another chance to free herself or alarm
anyone. But finally, they had her in a safe grip, Peter hugging Marianne from the
front, holding her elbows with his hands behind her back, pressing her torso and
face against the upper part of his own body.

Lena could let go of the young girl now. So she took the monoglove, brought it into
position just beneath Marianne’s twitching hands and started to work it upwards from
there. The girl mobilized every last joule of energy to prevent her from getting the
device further upwards and fumbled around with her white fingers to make it as hard
as possible to slip the binders’ opening over her hands – but she was too helpless
and too much under Peter`s control to accomplish anything. The leather slid further
up, engulfing her forearms, then her elbows and upper arms until the black sheath
covered Marianne’s arms all the way to her armpits.

“I know you already think you can’t take more of this, Marianne.” Lena had to raise
her voice a little, hence to Marianne’s moaning and hysteric oomphing. “But things
are still going to get a little worse for you. I’ll have to strap and lace the
monoglove now. Try to relax your muscles as much as possible if you don’t want this
to be extra painful.”

More protesting sounds came from Marianne’s gagged mouth, but the girl had lost most
of her energy by now. She just stared straight ahead, some tears running down her
sweaty face, as Lena started to lace the monoglove tight. She started with the bit
around the wrists and made sure that Marianne`s hands were compressed into fists in
the small padded compartment at its tip. Then she continued with the other laces and
straps, pulling tight one at a time, knotting and buckling them and securing each
knot with a small drop of adhesive, just as she had when she’d been working on the
rest of Marianne’s restraints.

Lena had never before tied another woman who did not consent, and it was a unique
experience. In fact she found it to be quite thrilling: She did not have to hold
herself back, did not have to listen for her prisoner’s moans and sounds of pain and
did not have to wait if a safeword would be used. She could tighten the leather
sheath as much as possible, until Marianne’s arms were compressed so cruelly, elbows
joined gracefully behind her back, that every twitching muscle was visible beneath
the tight black material.

They were both breathing heavily when Lena was finished – Marianne most likely from
exhaustion and discomfort, Lena from arousal. Her nipples had become erected and
felt very delicate and there was a certain wetness at her crotch she enjoyed
immensely.

“Finished”, she said with a coarse voice as she strapped the monoglove directly to
the back of Marianne’s corset, also slinging two straps around the poor girls’
torso, buckling them in front.
They both let go of Marianne, once more admiring their work. The redhead was so
packed and encased that she looked barely human anymore, resembling more some exotic
love doll or a piece of fetish-art. Marianne tried to move in the strict bondage,
but was so helpless that she just sank back, lying on her back and compressed arms,
twitching slightly. Her face was red as a tomato, covered in sweat, veins showing on
her forehead.
“You don’t look as slick and clever anymore, Marianne.” Lena smiled and felt more
than just reassured when she saw contempt, wolfish grin on Peters’ face as well. “Do
you want me to take the gag out of your mouth? So we can have a talk?”

The redhead nodded – or at least she tried to nod, since the collar nearly
completely prevented her from moving her head. So Marianne leaned forward and cut
the tape away with a pair of scissors, pulling the stuff from Marianne’s mouth and
out of her hair without much empathy.


VI

She coughed and tried to clear her throat, still straining a little in the tight
bondage, twitching like a half dead fish that has been washed ashore. She tried to
talk, her voice being too coarse for that at first. It took her a second attempt
before she could utter something coherent. And when Marianne talked, her voice was
filled with fear and close to utter panic.

“Please stop this, okay? Please stop it and I swear I will…” She hesitated,
seemingly insecure if they would believe her, then continued with wide, fearful
eyes. “I swear I will not talk to anyone about this, okay? I swear I will just
forget what happened. We can all just forget it. Forget this sick shit and your…”
She looked down at herself and started crying in earnest.

Lena pouted her lips as if she was honestly considering the option to let the
redhead go. But she wasn’t. It was just so much fun, playing with this little fishy.


“I’m not sure if that will work”, she said deliberately. “I don’t have enough
information. Some people saw you at the party, but that won’t be a problem since
there must have been more than two hundred guests, most of them drunk or stoned. But
did you tell any of your friends about your plan?”

“I didn’t!” Marianne tried to shake her head, but the high collar prevented that
movement as well. Instead, her whole leather clad body rocked a little, especially
her full, white tits. “I did not want anyone to warn you, so I didn’t tell anyone
about my plan.”

“That’s very good.” Lena permitted herself another smile, and that smile obviously
shocked Marianne. Her eyes widened some more and now she looked like a caught,
scared animal. “But why should we let you go and take a risk if we already have you
like this, all packed and strapped so neatly? You told no one about what you were
going to do and there are no witnesses. Marianne. I would have expected you to be a
bit cleverer.”
“But…” Marianne used great effort to pull her torso upwards, the leather that held
her in its cruel grip creaking loudly, her arms tearing at the inescapable bondage.
Her slim shoulders shuddered, her welling breasts rocked, her throat worked hard as
if there was a lump in it she couldn’t swallow.

“But you said… no, no, NO you said you’d let me go!”

Lena just grabbed Marianne’s shoulders and pressed her down on the bed again,
nodding to Peter. “Come on, help me to gag her. We are as good as finished."

“No!” Marianne twitched like a worm, still tyring to shake her head against the
control of the collar. “You can’t do this to me, you fucking bitch! You can’t tie me
up like this and expect to get away with it!” Panic and hate made her lose every
last bit of self-control, spittle sprayed from her lips. “Get me out of this! You
can’t keep me like this forever, you can’t, and once I’m free I will…
MMMMMMMMMGRRROOOOUUUUH!”

Lena had pressed her hand on Marianne’s mouth, blocking the rest of her threats.
Peter placed his hands on her leather clad tits and belly to keep her down.

“Why do you think I can’t keep you like this?” Lena raised an eyebrow, enjoying
herself immensely. She realized that Peter stared at her in shock now, but she
didn’t care. “Just look at you, Doll. You are going nowhere, and you’ll never be
able to get out of this bondage. And if Peter and I choose to we can keep you
exactly like this, for however long we want. Or what’s going to stop us?”

Marianne stared at her in disbelief. She stopped fighting and just blinked, not able
to cope with what she just had heard. Just when Peter loomed above her, the gag in
his hands, she started ooomphing and jerking again, her eyes rolling from one side
to the other as if she was in a fit. In her despair she even tried to bite Lena. Her
face was so sweaty and greasy by now that it was hard work for the Junior Professor
to keep her hand clasped over the redheads’ lips, her other hand pushing her lower
jaw upwards in order to silence her as good as possible.

But after Peter had handed Lena the gag and had once more sat down on Marianne they
managed to gag the girl quite fast: Lena applied pressure to the young students’ jaw
muscles with thumb and index finger and forced her mouth open; Peter pushed the
black rubber ball inside her mouth. Then they fastened the straps that were
connected to the device. And once the head harness was in place, straps running
across Marianne’s face, under her chin and to the back of her neck, all they had to
do was to lock the whole thing and use a small pump to inflate the mouthpiece.

Marianne whimpered and sobbed and produced begging noises which none of the Two
really listened to. Her nostrils flared as the gag got larger and larger in her
mouth, forcing her jaws further apart and bulging her cheeks, strangely obscuring
her face. Drool began to appear at the corners of her mouth, foaming and bubbling.
Her pleads got less and less audible, her twitching slowly subsided. She was crying
again, and this time there was no hate left in her eyes – just fear and a coy sort
of helplessness.

“I know”, Lena said with that same smile as she looked into Marianne’s wide,
reddened eyes. “You wish you could tale back what you did, never think of me again
and get out of here. You’d do about anything for a second chance.” She gestured for
Peter to give her the last item from the trunk – a leather hood that didn’t even
have eyeholes, just two small tubes where Marianne’s nostrils would be and a very
small vent at the mouth.
“But you aren’t going to get a second chance, Doll. For you, the game is over.
You’ll not be freed again, you’ll not be allowed to talk again, and you’ll never
find out where we took you. For you it’s only darkness and silence and a lot of time
to think.”

Having said that Lena plugged Marianne’s ears with two micro-earphones and then
pulled the hood over her head, enjoying the last, terror-soaked glance Marianne got
at her immensely. When the hood was in place and Marianne’s head was reduced to a
black, featureless shape, she connected the hood to the collar the young student was
already wearing and laced it as cruelly as possible.

“Can she… still hear us?” Peter stared down at the packed girl with fascination.
Marianne’s breath was barely audible, just a little wheezing noise that came from
the small tubes in her nostrils. The leather creaked now and then as her bosom
heaved when she inhaled. There was a twitch from her muscles now and then, but those
were barely noticeable at all.

“No, she’s deaf and blind. I have been tied like that myself, some time ago. So
believe me when I tell you that she’s in complete sensory deprivation.”

Lena reached for one of Marianne snakes, bulging breasts, pinched her nipple and
smiled when a helpless shudder ran through the thing on the bed.

“And the plugs you put into her ears? Can we talk to her if we want to?”

“We could.” Marianne shrugged. “But why should we? She’s not important anymore and
she’ll never be again. I used the plugs mostly to render her deaf. But sure, maybe
I’ll use them later to administer some white noise or classical music. I guess it
will depend on my actual mood.”

The bulge in Peter’s pants had not become smaller. “But she’ll have to eat”, he said
helplessly. “You will have to ungag her so she can…”

“Liquid nutrients”, Lena stated. She tipped a finger against the small valve that
was part of the hood. When understanding dawned on his face, she went on. “This
valve is connected to the other small valve in the gag. If we chose to feed her that
way she’ll not even be able to suck it into her windpipe to kill herself. She’ll
have to swallow, just like a good girl should.”

Peter laughed, and the laughter came from his heart. “What do you know about good
girls, Professor?”

“Don’t call me Professor, Peter. We’ve gone through some interesting changes and we
don’t have to be that formal anymore. I’m Lena.”

They shook hands and looked into each other’s eyes as if they were seeing each other
for the first time in their lives. Maybe they really were. Peter cleared his throat,
looked down at Marianne and then said, with a considerating tone in his voice: “I
would like to see you like this one day, Lena.”

“As long as you promise to release me after, say, two hours, that’s fine with me”,
Lena remarked. “I think you may have a talent for these kinds of things.”

Then she got up and made him help her to fold Marianne’s body into a kneeling
position, securing her with more straps and laces. And once that was done, they put
her into the padded trunk and brought her to Lena’s car. When the sun rose they were
already on the road to the remoted house her uncle had made her a gift.