What's in Your Vault?

Her head felt heavy, much too heavy to lift, and her eyelids felt even moreso.  She could hear two women talking in hushed tones, and she remembered the voices from before, but she couldn't open her eyes or lift her head to see.  There was a faint, familiar, smell on the air, like honeysuckle mixed with some kind of medicinal elixir, sweet and chemical-y and cloying, and for a moment she could feel the damp cloth pressed to her lips and cheeks, covering her nose and mouth and the almost pleasant, slightly arousing buzz as her consciousness drifted away.  Her mouth was dry and she tried to lick her lips, and the realization hit her that she was gagged, a thick latex knot was pushing her jaw open wide.  The voices seemed to be getting gradually louder, and that and the gag snapped her from her reverie.  Her head felt like it was packed with cotton, and every thought and movement seemed heavy and slow and languorous, but she could feel herself coming to.  Her eyelids fluttered open, and she could see grey, non-descript tile beneath her.  Her hands were cuffed and chained above her head, and her legs were crossed at the ankles and cuffed, the cuffs locked together.  She'd apparently been in that position for awhile, as her body felt stiff and brittle and she was aching from head to toe.  She tried to lift her head and failed again, a soft moan passing her lips as her head lolled back onto her shoulder.

"She's starting to come to," she heard one of the voices say.

"That's alright, we've got what we need to keep her under control," the other replied.

"Are you sure those cuffs and chains will hold her?" the first woman asked.  "She did toss a box van off the highway and into the median and then took about a dozen bullets while she beat those three bank robbers to pudding."

"Absolutely," came the reply.  "Those restraints were made for Ultra Woman.  They'd hold White Owl, Crimson Valkyrie...they'll have no problem holding Bling Girl or whatever her name is.  You worry too much."

Golden Goddess managed to lift her head slightly and cut her eyes in the direction of the voices, just in time to see the second woman step towards her, a syringe in her left hand.  She flicked it a couple of times with the middle fingernail of her right hand and then uncapped the needle, swapping the syringe to her right hand with a fluid motion and then slightly depressing the plunger, a couple of drops of clear liquid squirting out of the needle as she did so.

"Besides, I have just the thing to keep our heroine here on cloud nine until the boss shows up.  She'll be weak as a kitten and high as a kite," the second woman said, kneeling down.  "By the time Mistress arrives Goldie here will be ready for some fun."

Golden Goddess felt a pinch on her thigh and responded with a gagged whimper and some halfhearted squirming.  She immediately felt a warm, relaxing sensation spreading from the site of the injection.  She sighed heavily, her head dropping again, eyes fluttering shut, the last thing she saw a broad grin on the face of her masked, black-clad assailant.  She felt drowsy, relaxed, pliant.  She could feel her willpower, her inhibitions, her ability to think clearly all drifting away, and she couldn't make herself care that they were leaving her behind.

"That's good," the first woman responded.  "Madame DeWynter always did like her precious metals."

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It's been awhile since I did a bondage picture all by myself, without any help or serious post work from my super talented partner in crime , and probably even longer since I did a little short story caption, but I felt like putting Golden Goddess through her paces, so I hope you enjoy!

Much thanks to for letting me use her bunker for the shoot!