6 . #2
“Uh huh…” Adriana looked at the TV as the evil neighbor poured a drink for the unsuspecting sheriff.
“But just watch…” Pratt motioned to the TV.
The image cut to a profile shot of the buxom and bikini clad Mrs. Americana, tied to a chair in another room.
Ropes were tied above and below her large breasts, which heaved up and down as she struggled in the chair.
A red, thick cloth was tied over the heroine’s mouth, who could only emit pathetic mewls as she struggled.
After heaving up and down in her chair and moaning into her gag, Mrs. Americana began to stamp her boots on the wooden floor boards beneath her.
The show cut again to the two men sitting at the table, both of which turned to look above them at the sound of Mrs. Americana’s feet tapping from the second floor.
While the Sheriff had a look of confusion on his face, the villainous neighbor had a look of fear and shock.
“What’s that?” Sheriff Washington asked.
“Oh nothing” The villain flashed a toothy grin. “Just a loose shudder.”
“You should take care of that.” The Sheriff turned back to his meal.
“I intend to later this evening.” The villain smiled again.
Adriana turned away from the TV, but Pratt was glued to it.
Maybe I should hurry up and look around so he can be left alone with his show.
She thought, wandering into his photo area.
There was a small table behind the lights, and a camera on a tripod, but nothing else that aroused her suspicions.
Then she saw on the other side of the apartment a closed door and raised an eyebrow.
As she started to cross the photo area towards the closed door, the dimly lit studio area erupted in a blast of white, blinding light.
Adriana cried out and put her hands in front of her eyes, turning away from the overpowering luminescence coming from in front and above her.
She lowered her gaze, but her vision filled with spots under the oppressive onslaught of light.
Then something was pressed over her face, and a noxious smell assaulted her senses.
“Hnmmph! Mmmm!” She cried, trying to pull away as she felt a hand wrap around her waist.
As she struggled, the image of Mrs. Americana’s wide, shocked eyes as the villain’s hand clamped over her mouth filled Adriana’s head.
“Mmmmnnoo!” She moaned, trying to elbow her attacker, but the block spots that filled her vision were spreading and expanding.
Her muscles were going slack as she fought, the smell of the chloroform seeping in through her mouth and nostrils to spread through her entire body.
“Hmmmp…” She sighed, and then everything went black.
***
The first thing that Adriana was aware of as she returned to consciousness was those lights, still as overpowering as ever.
Her eyes drifted open and then immediately snapped shut as the white hot light hit her like a fist.
As she slowly awoke from her chloroform induced sleep, the Brazilian dominatrix attempted to get her bearings.
What happened? Where am I
The Princess… Nala! She was attempting to locate the princess.
A photographer!
But what happened after that? Her eyes opened again. The lights were still there, beating down on her bare skin like the desert sun.
Bare skin!
Her eyes snapped open and she jolted forward, suddenly feeling the tape around her wrists.
What!
She looked down, realizing that she was indeed, half naked.
Adriana had stormed into the photographer’s studio wearing the black tank top and skin tight pants that she had wore to see Nala, but now she was stripped down to her white bra and matching white thong panties.
Another cry of surprise escaped her lips as she moved, now feeling the tape around her ankles as well.
There was something else too.
She could feel the dead weight of another person sitting back to back with her.
As she moved, Adriana felt her firm, muscular buttocks pressed up against the thick backside of another woman.
Adriana looked down to see that her wrist was taped to another woman’s slender, slightly lighter skinned wrist, and same with her other wrist.
The dominatrix turned her head to see her fellow captive, though she had a good idea of who it was.
It was princess Nala, Adriana didn’t even have to see her face, she could tell by the young woman’s thick black hair.
Much like Adriana, Nala was stripped down to her underwear, also a white bra and matching thong panties, her thick butt cheeks pressed against Adriana’s firm, round posterior.
Nala’s head was slumped forward, indicating she was still unconscious.
Adriana grunted and pulled on the tape securing her wrist to Nala’s, but it held firm. Looking down, she saw that her feet were taped together at the ankle as well.
“Nala, Nala get up…” Adriana whispered and gently nudged the unconscious princess with her elbow.
As the fog from the chloroform lifted, Adriana took in more of her situation. Both of the half naked women were sitting on an upright, rectangular box, and as her eyesight adjusted to the bright lights, she was able discern most of the apartment around her.
The camera sat on the tripod, its lens fixed on the women like the eye of a cyclops. Adriana took one look at it and then flexed her muscles in an attempt to break free from the duct tape. Behind her, Nala stirred.
“Come on, get up.” Adriana pushed the princess with her shoulder and strained again.
What did this brat get me into? Part of her wanted to administer a punishment to Nala so bad that the princess wouldn’t be able to sit for a week, but that thought was quickly banished in favor of thoughts on how to escape.
It was clear that this photographer, whoever he was, had kidnapped Nala, and then pounced on Adriana when she came snooping.
Behind her, Nala grunted and lifted her head.
“Come on, wake up.” Adriana whispered, her eyes racing around the room for any sign of the photographer.
“What?” Nala cried, suddenly realizing her near nudity and helplessness.
“Shhh! Shhh!” Adriana hushed the princess.
“What the…” Nala gasped, tugging on her taped wrist.
“Calm down, calm down!” Adriana hissed at the struggling princess, her eyes still racing around the studio for any sign of the kidnapper.
“What is this?” Nala cried, still tugging on her wrists bound to Adriana’s.
“We have to get out of here is what it is.” Adriana spat, flexing her arm in another vain effort to break the tape.
“What, but… William…” Nala’s eyes raced around the studio as she put the pieces together.
“You know how to pick them,” Adriana jabbed. “Now come on and help me figure out how to get out of this.”
“Hey,” Nala hissed. “How was I supposed to know he was a creep?”
“We can argue about this later, let’s just get out of here!” Adriana blurted back.
Just then, the lights dimmed just slightly, enough for Adriana to make out most of the apartment around them.
The TV in the corner had turned back on, resuming the episode of Mrs. Americana.
There was no sign of the bound and gagged heroine though, as it seemed that the rugged Sheriff was now locked in a fist fight with the dastardly neighbor out for revenge.
Both women cried out at the change in lighting, and both increased their struggles.
Then Adrian saw him, William, behind the camera setting up his shot.
A moment later Nala must have noticed him too and let out a cry of alarm.
The captives twisted and tugged on their bonds, but it was no use, as they were both secured tightly by the tape.
Dammit come on! I’ve tied up so many people but I can’t get out of a little tape! Adriana fumed as she flexed and strained against the tape. Then she looked up and glared at William as he peered at them through his camera.
“Just you wait, you hear me! When I get out of this you’re gonna be in a world of trouble!” She bellowed, attempting intimidation as a new strategy.
He didn’t respond, and kept fiddling with the camera.
“People are looking for us, people know who you are! They’ll be at that door in any minute!” She added.
“Listen, William, we can make it worth your while. Whatever you want, just name it.” Nala added in, trying bargaining in addition to Adriana’s intimidation.
He stood up from his camera, but with the lights shining in both women’s eyes, it was hard to see the expression on their kidnapper’s face.
“Hey! Do you hear me! You’re already in so much trouble! Maybe if you let us go we’ll go easy on you!” Adriana continued, flexing her arms in an attempt to look intimidating.
“Do you know who I am? I’m a very important person. I can get you anything you want.” Nala pleaded.
Both women tensed as William stepped out from behind the camera, and then Adriana saw the roll of duct tape in his hand.
“No! No wait! Listen!” She cried, her eyes going wide as he approached, pulling a strip from the roll.
“Come on, you don’t have to do that. Listen let’s-ULLLUGGG!” Adriana was cut off by William pressing the strip of tape over her lips.
“Mmmph! Ummm gghhmmddd! Stthhp!” She whine as he applied strip after strip over her mouth.
“Mmmmh! Mmmmph! Gmmmm!” She whined, but with each added strip of tape, her moans became more and more muffled.
Adriana attempted to move her mouth but the tape kept her lips effectively sealed, and as William applied more tape, Nala pleaded with him.
“You don’t have to do that to me, I’ll be quiet, I promise…” She begged, turning her head to look at the gagged Brazilian behind her.
“Ummmf! Mmm ggnn!” Adriana lunged at William, attempting intimidation again despite her near nudity and helplessness.
William stepped away, admiring the bound and gagged Brazilian as she grasped at him and barked through the layers of tape over her mouth.
“Hmmm mmmph! Gmmmhh!” She fumed.
Never had Adriana had such treatment! She was a dominatrix, always in control. Humiliating someone, rendering them helpless was her job!
Once I get out of here, he’s dead! She fumed, huffing into her gag.
William seemed to feed off of her anger, and offered a crooked smile, and then leaned over and grasped one of her breasts through her bra.
“Hrrrggg!” She grunted and lunged forward.