Subgirl: A Little Tied Up at Work

It had been easy enough to gain entry. One quick chop and the little blonde guard outside was down. Subgirl quickly tied the domme in a tight hogtie and made her way inside. This was definitely the place. There was bondage gear everywhere, all of it bearing the 'BnG' mark of the Boundrian Government. She'd finally tracked down the ring of thieves; their days of stealing government bondage devices and selling them on the black market were over!

A tall, dark-skinned Mistress was placing what looked like a very heavy box marked "Gags, Ball, Red, 1 each" atop a pallet of similarly marked boxes. Subgirl walked up and confronted the dominatrix, hands on her hips.

"It's time for you to surrender, lady!" Subgirl said confidently.

The domme, still holding the heavy box, looked over her shoulder in surprise. "Yes," she said. "It appears you have me at a disadvantage." She then smiled broadly as she finished lifting the box up, set it down, and began sliding it back atop the other stacked crates.

"Why is she smiling?" Subgirl wondered, and in an instant she knew. A pair of hands grabbed each of her arms from behind and legs wrapped around hers. She was pulled back slightly to keep her off balance. She gasped and began to struggle wildly. She was stronger than the women restraining her, but not strong enough to break free with one dominatrix on each side slightly behind her pinning her arms and legs.

"The proper form of address is 'Mistress', Subgirl, you should know that. You may think you're some kind of superheroine but we all know you're just another slavegirl," the woman to her left said. Subgirl looked over her shoulder and saw the blonde domme she had knocked out and tied up earlier. "That's right, you should have looked around a little more, Subgirl," the blonde continued. "There were two of us. Sloppy, sloppy!"

The dark skinned Mistress with the streaked hair finished positioning the box and walked over to a table, where she opened another box labeled CHLOROFORM. She picked up a rag from the table and walked over in front of the struggling Subgirl.

"You can all go to hell, I don't belong to you!" Subgirl snarled defiantly.

"Oh, but you do now, Subgirl," the dominatrix in front of her smirked as she tipped the bottle and saturated the rag with the substance meant for insolent girls. "Cassandra, would you like to do the honors?" she asked, holding the rag out to the blonde.

"With pleasure," the blonde grinned, taking the rag and reaching it up and clamping it over Subgirl's face.

"MMmmmmph!" Subgirl screamed, "Ewe geh iss awff mmemmmmnghh!"

"Payback's a bitch, Subgirl, and so are you. Our bitch," Cassandra hectored as she held the cloth tight over Subgirl's twisting face. The heroine fought like a wild animal but within a minute her thrashing and bucking was reduced to rhythmic swaying, her muffled screams now nothing but soft, almost erotic moans. A few moments later her irresistibly heavy eyelids were starting to flutter over her glassy green eyes.

"Enough, Cassie, I don't want her all the way under," the heroine holding the bottle said. "Not just yet."

"Okay, Gemma," Cassie replied, removing the rag and letting Subgirl's head loll down onto her chest.

"Leh me gggoooo," Subgirl slurred softly as the anesthetic cloth was pulled away.

"Very well. You heard the 'superhero'. Let her go," Gemma commanded, and immediately the two dommes released Subgirl's arms and took a step back, laughing as the sleepy slavegirl collapsed to the ground with a painful-sounding thud. They were on her like vultures, and within what seemed like seconds they had the erstwhile super sub securely bound. Even teetering on the edge of consciousness Subgirl could tell that--masterful escape artist though she was--she'd have serious difficulty escaping these ropes under the best conditions. Cassandra grabbed Subgirl's pigtails and yanked her up, the drowsy defender's head laying against her thigh. Gemma knelt down and stuffed a wad of cloth into Subgirl's slack, yielding mouth, puffing her cheeks out like a chipmunk. The domme then took a folded red scarf and tied it over the heroine's lips to keep the gag in.

"Hey, strike a pose!" the third domme said, waggling her camera phone in her hand. Cassandra and Gemma nodded and, giggling, posed back to back with the bound and gagged heroine on the floor between them propped up against Cassie's leg.

"You wouldn't DARE!" Subgirl tried to scream but all that made it through the gagging scarf was a "Hmm mnnnNN NNNGH!"

But dare they most certainly would, and dozens of pictures were snapped as the three dommes traded off positions. The sleepy Subgirl sighed into her gag. Now every ne'er-do-well in Boundria was going to have enough pictures of her trussed up and mocked to make a Humiliation of Subgirl calendar.

The humiliation was bad, but ended all too soon considering what came next.

"Finish knocking her ass out and toss her over in the corner," Gemma ordered. "We'll take her with the other toys later when we load the truck."

"Mnnnooo!" Subgirl squealed, her eyes bulging as the chloroform was reapplied. She renewed her struggling again, but soon Subgirl was solidly subdued by the soporific scent and her bound, unconscious body was picked up and laid aside. The wicked Mistresses indeed had a new bondage toy to add to their collection.