Faux Capture. . . Right?

Lucy awoke in a soft bed. Her clothes untouched except for her shoes. She shot up, immediately recognizing that the plan had worked and she'd been found. She looked around slowly, her heart beating loudly in her ears. She climbed out of the bed and walked around the room. Cream walls met a cool hardwood floor and a neat area rug around the perimiter of the bed. A bedside table that held nothing sat on one side of the bed and a table with a lamp sat on the other. A white door swayed with a breeze from an open window and light curtains swayed with it. The scene would be very calming to anyone else.

Lucy took a few tentative steps towards and out of the doorway leading to a hall. There was no activity to glean any information from and her purse with the dove in it was no where in sight. Feeling ****, Lucy gathered her courage and walked down the halls of the apparently large house. She soon found herself in a massive living room. A huge TV hung on the wall and a woman sat watching it. She wore black silk lounge wear. Lucy took quiet steps but the woman still turned around to face her, as if she already knew Lucy was there. "Hello Lucy." A seductive voice practically sung. "Hello Miss Valerie." Lucy said in a monotone voice. She slapped a hand over her traitorous mouth, shocked by what she just involuntarily said. Valerie laughed at her reaction. "Not expecting that? I do love new comers. You're so fun to toy with." Lucy stared at Valerie, perturbed. "How. . . Why. . .?" Valerie chuckled again. "For someone clever enough to break my little bimbo charm you sure are clueless." Lucy brushed her feelings aside and tried to look confident. "Where is Sarah?! Tell me!" Valerie chuckled some more. "You're still on her? Please, see for yourself." Valerie made a 'come hither' motion towards a doorway previously ignored by Lucy.

Lucy's jaw dropped at the sight of Sarah. Sarah entered the room wearing a black corset that stopped just under her naked breasts. Black, transparent stockings connected to the corset with thin garter straps. Her naked bottom was on full display as her hips sway with each clicking step from the black heels on her feet. Her face was blank and relaxed, she looked dazed, her mouth slightly open and her hair down. Her glassy eyes stared into nothing as she approached Valerie.

Valerie grinned at Lucy's stunned reaction and stood, her own top fading into thin air, exposing her breasts. She placed the pad of her index finger under Sarah's chin and lifted only a few centimeters. She turned and walked to a long chair in the room, her finger acting like a leash on Sarah, leading her along. Valerie sat in the chair and used her hands to make Sarah spin and face away from Lucy. Sarah's legs crossed tantalizingly and her fungers intertwined in front of her. Valerie leaned in and pressed her torso to Sarah's leg and pulled at the strings of the corset. "You like? My personal favorite **** wear. Something you'll be getting very accustomed too here soon." Lucy was speechless. She had never seen someone who looked so controlled. She couldn't imagine just how deep that control really went. "What did you do to her?" Lucy asked, the fear in her voice completely unhidden. "It's like hypnotism. But on magically enhanced steroids. I spent a long time worming myself into her head. Putting triggers in, increasing her suggestibility. Just like I did for you before you woke up. Do you know how long you've been here?" The question rocked Lucy to her core. She'd thought it had only been a few hours, no more than twelve. "It's been three days Lucy. Three days of me absolutely mind-fucking you. Which is why when I ask you, what do good girls say? You respond with. . ." "Yes Miss Valerie." Lucy's mouth said for her. Lucy gasped, her hand clasped over her mouth again. "No. No no no no no." She said, her voice muffled. Something had gone terribly wrong. She wasn't supposed to be here for this long. She wasn't supposed to be on the way to enslavement. Had her plan failed? Had she been abandoned? Where was the enchantment this whole time? Panic began to set in. Her pulse pounded in her ears and she looked around wildly for an escape. She suddenly made a mad dash for the same doorway Sarah came from.

She made only a few steps when she felt that now familiar gravitational pull on her wrist. It stopped her dead in her tracks. Her arm held back as she pulled desperately to get away. Suddenly her arm swung around, spinning her once before swinging her and the grip released, leaving her stumbling back to her original spot. "Now, now dear. That's not what good puppets do. Good puppets stay still. . ." Lucy felt invisible pressure squeeze her tightly. Her arms her stuck to her sides with her wrists pointing out daintily. Her back was **** to straighten and her legs were **** tightly together. ". . . Until their strings are pulled." Valerie finished her sentence, staring at the trapped Lucy with an evil grin.

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