"You really do know how to calm her down, huh?"
Emmy barely turned her head as the other kidnappers returned to the room, her body still weak from the orgasm Piri had just claimed from her. If not for the heavy layers of tape binding her limbs and fixing her to the chair, she felt like she might just melt into the floor.
"It's just a girl thing," Piri said with a shrug, immediately resuming her facade of nonchalance. "Maybe I should stay on Emmy duty until we get our ransom. Just help me get her to her room, will you?"
"Sure."
The group converged on Emmy again, removing the tape holding her to the chair, careful not to loosen any of the segments restraining her arms and legs. Piri's hands lingered just a little too long as she peeled the extra tape off Emmy's chest, another knowing smile framed by purple hair.
When she was mobile, two of the men again lifted Emmy's petite frame easily into the air, carrying her back through the warehouse to a windowless room. This one was much smaller than the last, but just as bare, lit by a single bulb in the ceiling. A mattress lay against the back wall, and Emmy's captors deposited her there with little ceremony.
"You'll be here for the night," Piri said, "or until your ransom goes through. One of us will be outside at all times, so don't get any ideas. Understand?"
Emmy nodded weakly. The mattress was soft, at least, and if she was good, maybe Piri would...
"Good," the purple-haired girl continued, "but just in case--" She grabbed something off the ground that Emmy hadn't initially noticed--a thick leather collar, linked by a strong metal chain to a heavy pipe built into the wall.
"Hmmngh!" Emmy tried to protest and pull away, a bit of her strength returning. She could be good, she'd
shown
she could be good, she didn't need to be chained up like a pet when they already had her bound like this!
"That contract is worth a lot to my father's company," Piri said, disregarding Emmy's struggle and quickly forcing the cool leather around her neck. "We're not taking any chances, and you're not going anywhere." The click of a lock, securing the collar, punctuated her statement.
"Ffmmmgg..." Emmy squirmed weakly as the others reinforced her bonds with more tape once again, then rose to leave the room. Piri gave her one last knowing gaze, her piercing eyes reflecting everything they'd already shared--everything she'd
done
--before turning off the light.
"Goodnight, Emmy. I'll see you later."
* * *
Once they left, the room was almost completely dark, the thinnest sliver of light under the doorway providing the only source of illumination. With the others gone--with
Piri
gone--Emmy felt some sense of perspective returning to her. She couldn't, she shouldn't, just accept what they were doing with her, could she? Tied up and carried off to who knows where, used as a mere bargaining chip against her family's business, used by this gorgeous, utterly self-assured, incredibly dexterous girl as a plaything, made to come again and again as she was helpless to--
"Hmmmgg..."
Emmy caught herself letting out another moan through the gag, flexing against the tight tape as she tried to push back the memory of their little session with the vibrator, hints of the euphoria still lingering in her body. No, she told herself, she didn't want that, she
couldn't
want that. This was wrong, all of it, and Piri was forcing it on her. She had to escape, right? Isn't that what any normal person would want to do?
Of course, the tape hugging her body and the collar around her neck didn't care what Emmy thought about the situation, or even how hard she struggled against them. In the end she had no better success loosening her bonds now than she had all day, and the chain was too short to reach even if she had some means of unlocking it, which she didn't. She'd just have to lie there and wait, and if Piri wanted her again, well, there was nothing she could do about it.
* * *
Emmy did sleep, deeply, in spite of everything, the fatigue of her struggles--and multiple orgasms--eventually catching up with her. When she awoke, it was like rising from a deep pool, and it took several seconds to remember where she was and what had happened. She regarded her predicament--arms and legs secured, hands taped into fists, a tight rubber ball gag sealing her mouth--with groggy confusion before suddenly snapping to awareness.
The room was still dark, but there was something--a sound? A voice?--coming faintly from somewhere behind her.
"Hhhnnghh..."
Who was that? That wasn't her, but the muffled moan sounded awfully familiar. Emmy tried to roll over, jerked back as the chain on her collar went taut, and then more carefully adjusted her position to look over her shoulder.
"Hhmmgg!"
Piri was behind her, standing in the darkness, face illuminated by her phone. And the sounds coming from it, Emmy realized,
were
her own voice--her voice, earlier, when Piri recorded her... when she...
"Hhmmmgghh! Mmmnnnggh!" Emmy felt herself flush as the sounds of her last climax echoed back from the phone's speaker. She saw Piri smile, then lock eyes with her as the video ended.
"I see you're awake."
"Ffnnmmm..." Emmy couldn't even turn to face her properly thanks to the collar, and felt all the more vulnerable for it.
"I have some bad news," Piri said with a dramatic sigh. "It looks like your mother is cancelling that deal, so we'll be taking you home as soon as the others are awake."
Emmy felt her heart beat faster, sensing that Piri wasn't done.
"But," the purple-haired beauty continued, smiling. "They aren't awake yet."
Piri lowered herself to the floor, joining Emmy on the mattress, lying close behind her. It was still so dark, Emmy could only feel the warmth of her body, smell an entrancing scent. Piri brought one hand to Emmy's breasts, caressing them, as the other cradled her head. Piri's breath was hot against her ear as she spoke.
"This is our last chance, Emmy. Let's enjoy it."
"Hmm--mmmpphh!"
