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It was a quiet night at the gym. Almost no one was working out this late, which was exactly why Minnie paid top dollar for her membership; between her late hours at the office and her personal preference not to be seen sweating, she liked to hit the gym after most people were already at home. And with her vacation starting in the morning, she had wanted to get one last workout in before settling in for two weeks of resort food, relaxation, and fun in the sun.
Minnie shook water from her hair, shivering faintly as she wrapped a towel around her body. She was a short woman, toned but not quite athletic; most people called her cute, which she used to her advantage in court. No one expected the cute little mouse to turn into an attack dog, after all, and she loved the look on her opposing councils’ faces when she went on the attack. She had large hips and curvy breasts, nipples stiff through her white sports bra from her freezing cold post-workout shower. Water was dripping from her long hair, black curls hanging wetly around her shoulders as she stepped carefully past the stalls.
Minnie didn’t see the bathroom stall behind her swing silently open, or the woman slinking out of it. She was shorter than Minnie, her hair and upper face covered by a black leather hood that pressed tightly against her skin, and attached to a catsuit that covered every inch of her body except for her lower face and a small diamond running from just below her neck to the upper curves of her breasts.
The woman stayed low, moving just outside of Minnie’s field of vision. As she stepped into the locker room, the woman in the catsuit put on a burst of speed, her left glove tipped with tiny claws. As Minnie finally heard the sound behind her and started to turn, the woman lightly brushed the claws across her shoulder, leaving four thin red lines.
“What the he…lll…” Minnie tried to yell indignantly, but by her second word she was swaying on her feet, and by the third she was collapsing. Her attacker reached out and gently caught her, running a hand through her hair as she lowered Minnie to the changing room bench.
“Shhhh,” the woman said gently, running a gloved hand over Minnie’s cheek. “Don’t worry, it’s just a mild paralytic. Perfectly safe, fast-acting, and it’ll wear off in a minute or two.” She left Minnie face-down on the bench as she turned back to the showers, closing the door between them and the changing rooms and swiftly locking it. “I took the liberty of hanging the ‘cleaning’ sign on the doors, so we won’t be disturbed while I get you ready,” she said in an impish tone.
“Uuuu…” Minnie did her best to yell, but the most she could manage was a faint groan. Her attacker didn’t seem to mind; she walked over to the large cleaning cart she had prepared and left in the corner of the changing room, pushing it back to the bench and pulling a large roll of silver duct tape out of it.
“Oh, you can call me Panther,” she said, kneeling down next to Minnie. “I just know we’re going to get to know each other very well.”
Minnie felt her blood run cold. Over the last year, she’d heard all sorts of rumors about the Panther - the kind that were whispered over drinks at the golf club or muttered in passing when a colleague vanished unexpectedly for days. The stories said that the Panther kidnapped people who caught her eye - rich people, powerful people. Sometimes, they were returned, but they never talked about what happened to them. Sometimes, they were never seen again. One story had revolved around a prominent up-and-coming politician, Olive Deerlet, who had been grabbed by the Panther, and who had given a fiery speech after her release denouncing the kidnapper and swearing to do everything in her power to bring her to justice. Three days later, Olive was grabbed from her home along with both of the officers assigned to protect her. They were returned three days later. Olive was never seen again.
Minnie had always assumed those stories were just that; ridiculous tales to scare people who should know better. Yes, Olive had vanished, but she had probably just had a breakdown over the difficulties of public life. But now she wasn’t so sure. Even if this woman wasn’t the legendary Panther, if she was acting like she was Minnie could be in trouble.
“Uhhh…” she groaned softly, face down against the bench.
“I know! You’re being such a help, and I promise to make it up to you. Let’s get started with your arms.” The Panther took Minnie’s arms and pulled them behind her back, testing them carefully. “Aww, I was hoping to get these into a reverse prayer right away, but I think we’ll have to work up to it. Don’t want to hurt you too much, at least not yet.” She giggled cheerfully, tearing off a length of duct tape, and pulled Minnie’s arms tightly together. “But I think we can get you partway there.” She began wrapping the tape tightly around Minnie’s elbows, taking the opportunity to stroke Minnie’s arms. As the tape slowly looped down towards Minnie’s wrists, her spine was forced to arch back and a dull ache began to throb in her lower back. The Panther kept at it, covering Minnie’s wrists, then pressing her fingers flat against her palms and wrapping layers of tape around them, too. By the time she was done, Minnie’s arms were trapped in an armbinder made entirely of duct tape, a single mass of silver from the elbows to the nubs that were all that was visible of her hands.
“There we are! Not going to pry anything off now. But I’ve got to speed things up, I’m seeing some twitches!” The Panther grinned, moving down to Minnie’s feet, her eyes running hungrily over her smooth legs. “You shave your whole body, huh? Well, that’s going to help you a lot if I ever decide to take this tape off.”
“Iivvv??!” Minnie still couldn’t make much noise, but she could feel sensation beginning to return as she managed to squeak out the single syllable of protest.
“I might decide that you look so cute I’ll just leave you like that forever!” The Panther grabbed Minnie’s ankles and a second roll of tape, lifting her legs and running the tape around it in a slow spiral. As she did, she pressed the tape down carefully, leaving each loop tightly packed against her prey’s skin. “Just think about it. No more boring court cases, no more long nights. Just giving in to whatever I want you to do for as long as you hold out. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“Nnnnn…”
The Panther finished smoothing out the tape on Minnie’s lower legs, which were now completely fused together almost to the knees. “I think you’re about to get very loud, aren’t you? We should do something about that, we don’t want a well-meaning gym worker beating down the door.” She reached down, flipping Minnie over so that her arms were pinned underneath her, and gazed down at the lawyer’s face. There were tears welling in the corners of Minnie’s eyes, and a bright flush on her cheeks. “Ooh, you’re liking this, aren’t you? You tease!”
Minnie began to squirm as the Panther rummaged in her cart. “I can pay…” she managed to force out from her half-paralyzed throat. “I have money, if you… umphhh!”
Quick as a whip, the Panther reached up and shoved a tightly-squeezed sponge into Minnie’s mouth. As it began to expand, the Panther forced her mouth closed with one hand, pulling a long strip of tape over it with the other and pressing it down until her lips were visible through it. “Oh, that’s so sweet of you,” she chirped. “I will definitely take you up on that. At the end of our little visit, I’ll present you with an itemized list of all of the costs associated with this holiday, and you can pay me then.” She leaned in and pinched Minnie’s nose shut, grinning wickedly. “Assuming you survive, of course. If you don’t, it’s okay, the whole thing is on the house!”
Minnie squealed and wriggled, and after about ten seconds the Panther let go of her nose and patted her gently on the cheek. “That didn’t take long. Not used to holding your breath, are you? Well, we can work on that later.” She giggled at Minnie’s expression. “Now, let’s sit you up and get you suited up for your trip.”
Minnie struggled as the Panther grabbed her, but between her long workout and the tape already wrapped around her arms and legs, she couldn’t do much more than wriggle impotently as her captor sat her up on the bench, running her hands over her stomach. “God, you’re so hot,” the Panther whispered into Minnie’s ear, reaching down for more rolls of tape. “All tied up and struggling. In fact, I think I need to cool you off a bit.”
Minnie froze, eyes going wide as the Panther stepped away. She craned her head, trying to see what the deranged woman was gathering, but she didn’t have to wait long. Soon the Panther was back, holding a small case. “I didn’t think I would need this,” she said, opening it up, “but you’re being a bit naughty, trying to keep me from wrapping you up.” She reached in, pulling out a handful of shaved ice, and Minnie’s eyes bugged out. She began to scream into her gag, desperately wriggling backwards on the bench.
The Panther reached out, grabbing Minnie by the shoulder and pulling her close. With one hand, she pulled open the top of Minnie’s bra, fingers running gently across the top of her breasts. “Yep,” she said cheerfully. “A little sweaty in here, and I can barely see your nipples any more. But don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing.”
Minnie shrieked as the Panther poured the shaved ice into her bra, before letting it snap closed. Her hips swayed and her breasts bounced back and forth as she was assaulted by freezing cold, trying helplessly to shake the ice out of her underwear, and the Panther watched her appreciatively. “You’re a doll,” she cooed. “I almost don’t want to wrap you up. But then I wouldn’t have the fun of unwrapping you later.”
Moving behind Minnie, the Panther reached around her, pressing her leather-covered breasts against Minnie’s back as she pulled a strip of tape loose. She pressed it down to the skin just beneath Minnie’s heaving bra, and set to work. As her victim whimpered and moaned, the Panther paced around her, wrapping the duct tape first below her arms, and then over them, layer after layer, wrapping above her bra, all the way up to the base of her neck and then back down. Minnie groaned as her arms were pressed into the already-pained small of her back, her freezing breasts shoved out salaciously as she was bundled up tightly.
By the time the Panther was done, everything from Minnie’s neck to her panties was a solid mass of tape, and the exhausted lawyer gave her captor a helpless look, still wriggling against the slowly-melting ice. There was a tingling feeling spreading under her bra, and she whimpered into her gag, shaking her breasts to try and deal with the itching sensation.
“Oh, you’re noticing the gift I left you,” the Panther said brightly. “Those ice chips had itching powder liberally sprinkled into them. As they melt, they should get all over those lovely breasts of yours.” She grinned impishly. “By the time we get you to your resort, you’ll be begging me to pull your bra off.”
Minnie screamed, shaking her head in terror, and the Panther nodded. “You know, I was going to do the legs next, but you really are loud. I can even hear you through the sponge and the tape! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
Minnie tried to lean back as the Panther rummaged in her bag again, but was far too tied up to do more than fall backwards. The Panther quickly caught her and pushed her back to sitting up, then reached over and pressed a pair of earbuds deep into her ears. Almost immediately, the room went quiet, and for a few seconds Minnie couldn’t hear a thing. Then there was a hiss of static, and sound returned. “Those are linked up to a mic in my costume,” the Panther said. “I don’t want you to miss our fun banter, but you’re going to be very wrapped up. Now hold still.”
Minnie shook her head, and the Panther made a ‘tsk’ing sound. She stood up, walking around her prey, and then brought a custom-made stocking hood down over Minnie’s head, pressing her curls against her sweaty skin. As the hood was pulled down, it pushed Minnie’s nose flat, and she groaned at the pressure.
“This is nothing,” Minnie assured her, pulling out yet another roll of tape. “Get ready!”
Minnie’s eyes were like saucers by now, as the Panther began to wrap tape around her neck, pressing the hose tight against her skin. Inch by inch, the tape crept up her face, layer after layer covering her mouth and making her already-quiet complaints even more muffled. The Panther was careful not to completely cover her nose, and as the tape reached it she paused and used her sharp nails to poke two small holes directly over her victim’s nostrils, then slid a pair of breathing tubes in. Minnie coughed as the tubes pushed into her. “Don’t want you to suffocate!” the Panther said brightly.
It was obvious what was coming next, but Minnie couldn’t do anything about it but sit helplessly as the tape made its way past her cheeks, pressing her jaw tighter, up to her eyes. She stared helplessly at the Panther, trying to beg for mercy with her eyes. The Panther locked eyes with her, winked, and then pulled the tape over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
“Just think, it could be worse,” the Panther said, her voice still clear in her victim’s ears. “When I started this, I didn’t use hose. Imagine all this tape in your hair. I’d have to shave you bald just to get it off!” She hummed softly, adding a few more layers of tape, until her victim’s face was a formless mass. “God, you look great. Just a couple more things and then we’re ready to go.”
More? Minnie tried to protest, but there wasn’t much she could do as the Panther grabbed her and flipped her over, pressing her face-first against the bench and pulling her back so that her legs dangled off it.
“Now, you might have noticed that right now there’s no tape on your knees or around your waist. That’s because as nice as it is to have a long, squirming mummy, I still need to get you out of here, and that means I need you to be a bit more compact.” The Panther folded Minnie’s legs at the knees and began wrapping them up, fusing her lower body into a single block. “And I don’t want you to get bored, so I’ve got a few fun bits for you.” Her claws came up, hooking under Minnie’s thin panties and pulling them off. The lawyer’s squeals were inaudible under the sound of tearing fabric, and the Panther chuckled. “Hold still. This won’t hurt a bit.”
From her desperate but useless squirming, Minnie didn’t like the sound of that. The Panther reached into her ice case again, coming out with a large ice cube, and gently pressed it up Minnie’s ass. This time, the screech Minnie made could be faintly heard as a muffled whimper, and as the Panther pushed more frozen cubes into both of her holes, one at a time, the mass of tape wriggled and shivered. “These have the same itching fun in them, so you have that to look forward to,” the Panther cooed. She pulled out a set of large, ribbed plugs, and began to gently but firmly force them into place. “And we don’t want you dripping!”
When she was done, she used duct tape to tape over Minnie’s entire crotch area, affixing the intruders firmly in place and sealing the slowly-melting ice inside her. Minnie was bucking in her tape, but the layers held her firm, and the best she could do was wriggle her legs a bit.
The Panther stepped back, looking over her prey. From head to toe, Minnie was a mass of tape, twitching slightly as she tried to deal with the terrible itching sensations in her bra and the brutal cold in her lower areas. Otherwise, there was no sign that she was even awake. “Perfect,” the Panther purred. “Let’s get you out of here.”
She picked up her prey, smoothly dumping her into the large garbage bag of the cleaning cart, and then putting a coat over her own catsuit, removing her mask and replacing it with a low baseball cap to disguise herself from casual observation. Moments later, she was pushing the cart out of the changing room, nodding to a gym employee as she made her way back to the loading dock where her grey van was waiting. Glancing around to confirm no one was watching, she lifted Minnie out of the cart, loading her into the back of the van. There were a pair of long leather straps there, which the Panther looped over Minnie to hold her still.
As she climbed into the driver’s seat and turned her keys in the ignition, the Panther spoke into her mic. “We’ve got a few hours to our destination, and I don’t want you to get bored while I’m focusing on traffic, so I have two more surprises for you!” She grinned at the faint, faint moan from the miserable pile of tape behind her, and tapped the gas. As the engine raced, the tape behind her twitched, the plugs buried in Minnie vibrating to life. “Those plugs are also remotes,” the Panther explained. “When I press on the gas, you’ll get some good vibrations. And if I tap on the brakes…” She did, and Minnie’s taped-up body stiffened and twitched. “Electrical shocks! I hope that helps distract you from all the itching, which is going to get bad once you really start heating up in there. Have fun! I’m turning off the mic, so the next time you hear anything it’ll be because we’re at your new vacation resort. You can spend the time thinking about all the fun we’re going to have.”
She flicked off the mic, and grinned as she tapped the brakes a few times for emphasis. She could barely tell how Minnie was taking it, but from the twitching it wasn’t her favorite.
Flicking on her carphone as she gently guided the car into traffic, easing on the gas to ensure that Minnie got a rush of vibrations, the Panther made a call. “Hey, babe,” she said. “On the way.”
“Any problems?”
“Nope! Even easier than when I kidnapped us!” Olive Deerlet, commonly believed to be one of the Panther’s victims, smiled brightly as she spoke to her girlfriend, one of the officers who had supposedly been kidnapped trying to protect her. The truth was that there were two Panthers, covering for each other and providing alibis, and despite a string of captives, Olive had never actually killed one of her ‘guests’. That was just to keep them guessing. Rhonda’s position made sure that they could round up anyone who tried to talk to the police and convince them not to, and copious blackmail material rounded it out.
Olive hummed happily as she pulled into traffic. It looked like there was going to be a lot of stopping and starting on her way to the remote cabin where Rhonda was waiting for her, and Minnie was going to suffer through every moment of it. It would be the perfect opening to what Olive hoped would be a long, very pleasurable two weeks - for her and Rhonda, at least! And when it was done, Minnie would give them the money to fund their next kidnapping, and the games would go on.
She couldn’t think of a better way to live.