Moving Up To Kidnapping

It wasn't the first time that Morrigan had woken up bound and stripped. Hell, it was almost a fun game her and her lover played. Wrestle until one was smothered out, strip them and tie them up. Usually Brittany wasn't as rough but it wasn't the worst, either.

Her eyes slowly began to open and she looked around at the filthy area. Clearly they were still inside the facility. She knew the place in and out. her and Brittany had a place like this too hidden away. But theirs didn't look like a refuse pit.

Morrigan's head was swimming but even though she was conscious, she didn't do more than open her eyes a sliver. Much better to let them still think you were out than to let them know you were ready for whatever was coming next.

Liberty was pleased to get the prey back without incident, Styx's "accidental" bumping of Morrigan's head against various obstacles an amusing bonus to that success.

She felt happy and confident about this now. It was good to find herself returning to Styx's lair, too. The place was steeped in positive memories for her. Maybe it was the connection she had had with Styx, or maybe the various vices they had indulged in, but it had been fun.

"Ahh, here we are. You cleaned and everything." Liberty strolled around a little in the manner of a familiar guest, as Styx got busy with their captive.  

Morrigan still looked out of it. If the bitch knew what she was going to wake up to, she'd want to stay that way, Liberty mused.

"Do you strip every girl you bring back here?" she asked drily, as she made a beeline for the fridge to grab two beers.

Styx stripped Morrigan all the way down to her bare nethers and gave the bitch a look over. Not bad. She preferred her girls with a little more girth and weight to them, but she could appreciate the skinnier ones, too. At least her new roommate wasn't hard on the eyes.

"Not all of them." She had a low laugh as she stood up and flipped Morrigan on her bare chest. "Just the hot ones. Or the skanks carrying potentially lethal weapons."

She reached over and grabbed some rope, tying Morrigan's hands together. She wasn't exactly on the Boy Scout level when it came to tying knots, but she'd looked up a few things in preparation and she managed to secure a decent knot. She'd make a few more intricate ones later, but that would be enough for the moment.

Styx flipped Morrigan back over and sat on her stomach, bringing her ass down hard. She settled into her comfy seat and started to slap Morrigan in the face. Open handed. Back and forth. Half strength.

"Wake up." Slap. "Wake up, crow." Slap.

Morrigan clenched her teeth as she was rolled onto her stomach. The bindings were coming and she could probably resist but it wouldn't do much good. Instead she just let Styx tie her up and roll her back over.

"ooof!"

She audibly exhaled when she was sat on and when the slaps came, she knew she had no choice but to open her eyes. She opened them as though waking, slowly and groggily. "Nnnnn...." She moaned and looked up at Styx. It was utterly disgusting. At least her and Brittany were sexy. They weren't gross like these skanks. Liberty looked like a fried sausage and Styx looked like what you found on the underside of a dive bar's sink. Morrigan could keep a straight face in these situations but she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to keep from barfing, especially if they followed the same line of thinking that her and Brittany did in these situations.

Grabbing drinks, Liberty turned quickly, eager to watch the show. Styx had wasted little time in getting down to business.

“I wouldn’t have thought she’d keep a box cutter in her ass, but okay, if you need to make sure…” she chuckled to herself as her partner stripped the redhead bare.

She was pleased to see Styx in her element, binding Morrigan then beginning to slap her awake. Liberty was more than ready to have a little fun with the captive before they moved on to the more serious agenda, and moved to loom over them for a closer look.

“Aww, she’s very sleepy. Maybe this’ll help.” Liberty tipped her beer to pour a little of the liquid down into Morrigan’s face. She set the second bottle down near Styx and began swigging from her own.

Styx folded her arms as Morrigan came to, watching her rouse with a calm, placid expression on her face. It was an interesting situation. Not the first opportunity she'd ever had to inflict grievous amounts of damage on someone, true, but typically there was some sort of limit to it. She couldn't just fuck someone up in the ring all day, security would get on her if she took too long. But here? No limits. No cameras. Nothing to stop her from doing...anything. They had all the time in the world.

She glanced back as Liberty's words snapped her back to reality and had a low, rumbling chuckle. "I don't know, our girl is a bit of a freak from what I've seen. I'm willing to bet she's had weirder things up her ass." She gave Morrigan a couple of light slaps on the face, knocking it back and forth like a kitten with a ball of yarn. "Isn't that right, crow?"

Styx sat forward and gripped Morrigan's head in her hands, holding it in place and forcing her to look straight up as Liberty poured all over her face. Her thumbs moved over the eyes and hovered there, just an inch or two away. "Okay. In a minute, you're probably going to be too busy screaming to say much of anything, so before we start, do you have any more hollow threats to throw our way? Make it good, if you do."