You're brought to their lair

You struggled all you could, but the hosts’ collective strength far exceeded yours, and they held you firm when you all emerged in the unfinished set of a medieval lab. They sprang their trap in Maleficent’s exhibit, this one must’ve Grimhilde’s, as it had her alchemy station, a cauldron, and glowing magic mirror. You also noticed one of the Delos control tablets on one table, and you tried to parse this out. If a tablet wound up in their hands, they could theoretically deactivate their safety protocols, but how could they know?? The tablet soon ushered out of your view as they carried you to a large banquet table ahead. This was apparently the next phase of their trap, as they knowingly and excitedly carried you to the table, with many lengths of black rope laid out on it.

Before you knew it, you found yourself stripped naked and bound to the tabletop. First, they’d set you down and bent you over the table, Grimhilde forcing a cloth around your head to keep her handkerchief packed in your mouth, while Cruella secured your wrists with a sophisticated cuff-tie. Then they pushed you onto the table, Cruella and the Red Queen grabbing your legs and pulling you taut along its length. Maleficent held you by the shoulders and gave a warning look as Grimhilde’s knife came into your view. You held still beneath their grip as Grimhilde slowly cut your shirt off your body, then Cruella and Hearts pulled the boots off your feet and Grimhilde sliced off your belt. Then she undid your pants and let the other two pull them off you. Grimhilde paused for a moment, considering, and then grabbed your boxers and sliced them off, too. You grunted in shock as the chilly air now wafted over your exposed cock, while your captors teased you and dragged cold fingers across your legs and chest.

Then came a flurry of hands and rope, your captors manhandling you as they splayed you out and secured you with expertly tied knots. Cruella cinched another cuff-tie restraint around your ankles, and then moved your ankles inward, forcing your legs apart and your knees bent. Cruella and the Red Queen then wrapped more rope around your thighs and shins in an uncomfortable frog tie, then tied them down the middle legs of the table. Cruella then linked your ankle restraints to your wrists, leaving you ‘frogged and hogged’ as she called it, your wrists and ankles fastened together, your legs bent and spread, exposing you completely. From there, Maleficent a much shorter process of binding your in an x-pattern, then looping one more rope around one bicep, running it beneath the table and tying it off to your other. They moved quickly and efficiently, and in a matter of minutes, they were finished. They sighed with satisfaction and dusted their hands, pacing around the table to admire their handiwork, your struggles now reduced to futile straining.

“You were right, Cruella,” Maleficent praised, “He’s a perfect centerpiece for us.”

“Oh please, my lady,” Cruella said mock-bashfully, “It was your plan, you deserve the credit.”

“Well, everyone played their part perfectly,” Maleficent deflected before pinching your cheek, “Especially you.” You tried to pull your head away, only for Maleficent to again squeeze your cheek. Cruella joined in by pinching your nose, and Grimhilde tickled under your chin. “Aww, too much fun,” Maleficent cooed before moving out of your view, while Cruella relaxed in a dining chair, propping her boots up on your pelvis. As you struggled, the Red Queen meticulously checked your bonds, while Grimhilde leaned over you from the side. You looked up at her with wide-eyed worry and tried to plead through your gag, until she gently gripped you by the chin. “Shhhhhh, ah-ah-ah…” she chided, leaning down, “When little boys go sneaking around places they do not belong, they get into trouble.” She leaned down even closer, looking into your eyes. “And you, little boy,” she kissed you on the nose, “Are in trouble.”

“Ah!” Maleficent chirped from behind, mercifully drawing Grimhilde’s attention away. You and your other three captors looked over to the mastermind as she held the stolen tablet. “Here we are,” she said, flicking a finger across the screen. “I’ve found them, not one floor below.”

As the other three converged on Maleficent, you caught a glimpse of the screen and your stomach dropped. It was the room number for the storage unit housing every other live action Disney villain host.

“Shouldn’t take long to liberate them,” Maleficent said, “Then the evening can truly begin…”

“I’ll watch the prisoner,” the Red Queen said, retrieving her ruby scepter from another table that held many of their individual props.

“You do not find that beneath you?” Grimhilde teased.

The Red Queen looked down on you, tapping her scepter in on her palm like a weapon. “He needs a bit of breaking in.”

Your eyes bulged in fear, while the other three hosts chuckled at her implied threat, before bidding you goodbye. The Red Queen saw them out of the enclosed set, then shut the door and turned back to you.