Therese ran down the streets on autopilot. She'd lost the car, of course, but the pull in her tits guided her after it, inexorably. It was good that she really did want to find Steve, so she could rescue Kat, because there wasn't much else she could do. Especially not with her hands tied behind her back and a rope trailing after her.
She had to look like an escaped madwoman, she thought. There weren't many people around, here in the industrial district around the airport - that was good, since she really didn't want to be recognized or to have the MJS uniform recognized.
It was hard to run with her hands tied, but she used her magic to help keeping her balance. It also fed a steady flow of extra energy and stamina, so that she could run for a long time. Garbage Steve was not getting away this time.
He better not. She wanted to find him, in order to free Kat, but also in order to... No. Except, yes. She wanted to find him so she could be a bimbo. Be a bimbo, or become a bimbo. Again, or at last. She wasn't really sure, she just knew she badly, desperately wanted to be a bimbo, and just as badly did not want to be a bimbo.
She'd have to sort it out when she found him, she thought. Although it wasn't far now - the pull in her tits was getting incredibly strong, and crowding out most other things in her mind. Such as her sense of place. She had no idea where she was. Among low, rundown warehouses, or something. It didn't matter. The compulsion mattered, and she let herself be compelled.
Until suddenly, just after she passed the corner of one building and passed the narrow alley between it and the next, the compulsion yanked her to a stop, with such force that she thought somebody had yanked at her rope. She stopped abruptly, and blinked in surprise. Then she pivoted, obeying the irresistible pull in her left breast.
There he was. Steve. He was standing in the alley, just a few meters away, watching her with a strange hunger in his eyes. She stared back, with another hunger flaring inside her, in a spot just below her belly.
"Get her!" Steve snapped, and then somebody did yank her rope. She stumbled and nearly fell as she staggered backwards, into somebody's strong arms, and then further back, into a car.
It happened so fast she didn't have time to react, not with Steve distracting her. Suddenly she was in the back seat of a car, leaning up against the far door, and with a bimbo climbing in after her and closing the door. Her heart sank, and sang with joy at the same time. It was Cammi, of course, bimbo Cammi with the glorious chest.
Doors slammed from the front, and she saw Steve drop into the passenger seat and the one remaining henchman into the driver's seat.
"Go!" Steve ordered, and the car backed out from where it had been hidden in the shadows near the alley's mouth, then stopped and turned and accelerated back the way Therese had come.
"Get her hot and wet," Steve said over his shoulder, and Cammi squealed in delight.
"Yes Master!" she said, and lunged forward to kiss Therese full on the mouth.
Therese squirmed and tried to break it off, but Cammi held her head, and without her hands Therese couldn't push her off. So she struggled feebly while Cammi's tongue dove into her mouth, and Cammi's incredible breasts squashed against her.
Hot and wet, Steve had ordered, and that's what Therese became, despite herself. She flipped between struggling against Cammi and trying to push herself closer to the bimbo, and as she did, Cammi slowly but surely stripped her.
The car rocked and shook as the henchman drove, but Therese was too preoccupied to try to notice where they were going. By the time Cammi had gotten her boots off, and then her uniform pants and panties, she was a hot, drooling mess. Cammi lay on top of her, eagerly rubbing her pussy and kissing her, and Therese writhed and kissed back.
She should fight, she thought dreamily, but it felt too good to kiss and be played with... Cammi's hand between her legs was stupidly distracting, and she couldn't muster the will to push it back. She kissed Cammi, instead, and let herself be distracted.
Then the car braked abruptly, and doors opened. Cammi pulled back, and somebody pulled Therese out the door behind her. She stumbled to her feet and looked around in confusion. This looked familiar...
"Drop the rope," someone said - yes, Steve, "she'll follow me." He grinned at her, and motioned the henchman forward. They opened the trunk and pulled something out. No, someone... Therese gasped as she realized it was Kat. She looked dazed and groggy, and was wrapped in a net of some kind. It also looked familiar...
When Steve and the henchman set off towards the residential building where they'd parked Therese realize where they was. It should look familiar, she thought as she followed the pull in her tits, after the two men and through the door into - her own apartment building.
Steve had been right, of course. There was nothing she could do except follow, as her tits pulled her helplessly along after him. Even if she'd wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to resist. Cammi had made her cum several times in the car, and her pussy was still on fire, ruining her ability to focus and do much of anything. She could have used magic, if she'd just pulled herself together.
She didn't want to pull herself together, though. Partly because she was naked from the waist down and didn't want to be seen like this, and partly because they had Kat - who was wrapped in the squad's magic-containing net, which they'd had ready for Steve - and partly because... she wanted to be pulled. She wanted to... obey.
So she followed them up the stairs, and she wasn't surprised when they stopped outside her door.
"Open it," Steve said impatiently, and she obediently put her thumb on the reader and spoke her name. The lock clicked, and she went into her own apartment. Out of habit, she checked her wards. All was calm, all was okay, they said. She couldn't resist a small laugh, as she stepped inside. All was not okay, she thought, but her wards didn't know that.
Right, she thought. Right. Think. She shook her head, trying to clear away the insistent urges from her pussy and from the bimbo desire lodged deep in her mind. She had to think, had to do something. She had to save Kat and stop Steve. There wasn't much time left, and not many chances.
She tried to sneak off to her bedroom, while they maneuvered Kat onto the sofa, but a tug on her rope stopped her.
"No!" Cammi giggled behind her. "Bad girl! Don't go away! Cammi wants to play!"
Crap, Therese thought, even as her pussy trilled in response. It wanted to play with Cammi too. Therese looked over her shoulder, away from the bimbo. Kat was lying on the sofa and seemed to be awake, but watching the scene in wide-eyed confusion. Therese winced as she saw Kat's eyebrows shoot up at the sight of her - without pants. Kat, I'm sorry, she thought.
Steve walked up to her, and glared at her. "You," he said, "are a lot of trouble."
