Becca was feeling very hot in her sexy maid costume. It was Halloween, and Halloween was her favorite day of the year, even more so than her birthday. She always liked the idea of transforming your body into a character, and on top of that, she loved to see how creative she could get with how skimpy her costume was. And today was no exception. It wasn't enough to just buy a maid costume on Amazon. No, no. If Becca had one redeeming characteristic, it was that she was an expert seamstress. She took great pride in crafting the costume herself from raw materials. She was a perfectionist and she wanted her outfit not just to send a message, but for that message to be screaming. She made it loud and clear that she in a whole other dimension of hotness compared to the girls around her. And that was what separated her from the average girl: the perfectionist in her. And in Becca's mind, she was perfect.
By this time, she had not just the students, but now the faculty, including the principal under her command. That's right. The principal of USC had worn a cockcage around his dick and Becca held the key to it in her bedroom. Needless to say, she had straight A's. Pretty much every male that encountered her was either directly or indirectly her slave.
Becca was feeling pretty good that morning in October. It was warm but not but not hot, and she loved to see all the students in costumes as she walked through the campus. She smiled dreamily at everyone she made eye contact with, men and women.
As she walked by a group of male students, one of them fell to his knees and kissed her polished, black heels. Becca was used to this kind of attention and continued walking after patting the boy on the head like a puppy dog. Many boys had written her love letters. Other boys had offered her gifts. She was so used to all the attention that she barely noticed it. On the campus, she had the nickname "Goddess of USC," which was rumored to have been coined by a boy in the marching band.
After all, Becca was a hot, blonde, cheerleader. She had a perfect body. She was not just popular, she was worshipped.
But she let it all get to her head. She had developed the biggest ego (if an ego could be measured by science) on the planet.
It was almost nine in the morning when the helicopter landed.
It was a dull black color and it made quite a ruckus. The wind blew Becca's hair around and she didn't like that. So already this helicopter pissed her off.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, screaming at the vehicle. She had developed a boldness that was unparalleled by this point in her life. She figured she could easily just seduce whoever stepped out of it.
A man in a black leather jacket emerged. He looked like an action figure he was so ripped.
"Becca," he stated, in a baritone voice.
"Do I know you?" she asked, trying to pull strands of hair out of face.
"Not yet. But you will." He came forward. Becca took a step back. It was probably the first step back she'd ever taken in her entire life.
She dropped her cell phone and it landed with an awful sound, and Becca shrieked.
The man gave her a slight grin.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she stammered.
"Name's Jake. You've got quite a good thing going on here, Becca."
"What do you mean?"
He grinned. "You kidding me? Everyone knows who you are. You know you're an urban legend. You're famous, Becca."
"I'm not famous, I'm just a really awesome girl," she insisted.
He laughed. "Boys," he snapped his fingers. "Tie her up."
Two men burst out of the helicopter with ropes and an assortment of metal cuffs hanging from their belts.
Becca froze. She stood there like a statue in her hot maid outfit. The men quickly encircled her in ropes like they'd practiced it a thousand times. Onlookers did nothing but watch.
Becca could feel her power being drained from her. Tears fell down her cheeks as she caught a glimpse of the collar that was clasped around her neck. It had the word "slave" written in black letters on the front. The other man clasped leg irons around her white stockinged ankles. To cap it all off, a red ballgag was forced into her mouth. Becca could do nothing but whimper and give onlookers a pleading look.
"Mrrrmmmphhh!" Becca groaned, her delicate eyes on Jake. Jake stood with his arms crossed until the men were finished. As soon as she was completely restrained, standing helplessly with her hands tied behind her back and looking utterly dominated, Jake took a step forward. One of the men handed him a heavy chain that he pulled from off his belt. Jake took it and got right up in Becca's face. The chain made a dull clanking sound that gave Becca goosebumps.
Becca kept her eyes locked to his. It was the only thing she had control over. Maybe if I seduce him, she thought. I can still get out of this. Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding. She immediately wished she'd worn a different, less revealing outfit.
By this time a crowd of students had begun to amass, some of which had started filming the scene on their iPhones. Many of the boys had a very giddy face, she noticed. Some of the professors were actually pleasantly smiling like they were on some sort of opiate. The atmosphere seemed blissful to everyone else but nightmarish for her. After all, this was not the sort of thing a girl wants posted on Instagram. Needless to say, she sobbing relentlessly.
