Excerpt from "High Rollin' on the High Seas" by TellbutShow

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Sadly, the steal itself is mentioned rather than shown.

In all her time gloating, the Black Mistress’ vision was narrowed considerably. It’s what kept her from noticing as her gimp slaves brought out a secondary supply of leather straps, and one even discreetly locking the penthouse’s doors.

They advanced towards the bed, straps in hand, and one locked eyes with Nyx behind the Mistress’ shoulder. Then the woman gave her a wink, moments before both gimps lurched forward and grabbed the Black Mistress from behind, wrestling her onto the bed while the two captives lifted off to give space, standing on their bound feet.

“What’s the meaning of this? You wretched- I’ll make you suffer for this! Betraying me, you have no idea what I’ll- GRRFFMPH!!”

As her arms were wrenched behind her and strapped tightly together, the purple ballgag fell out of her hands and was quickly scooped up and slipped in between her teeth in her venom-spewing gag hole.

“MMGPHMMPH!”

The two turncoat gimps gradually strapped up her legs after throwing the hem of her coat over her head, then once she was fully secure, they rolled her onto her belly and used the last of the straps to formulate a harness around her ankles that attached to the posts at the foot of the bed, limiting the amount of the room she had to struggle. She thrashed her upper body enough to toss the coat over her head, and by then, she saw her alleged servants actually freeing her archenemy.

“Whhfhhmmphh!?”

Then, against everything the Mistress teaches her slaves, they reached up and undid their gags and hoods, to which Nyxine’s confused look turned bright and knowing.

“Ah, ladies! So glad you could join us.” She turned to the still-confused Mistress, “Truthfully, I knew that if you weren’t going to attend the gala directly, you were certainly going to pull a stunt. I peppered the crew with a few friendlies of my own before we departed. Close colleagues of Natoshka’s, to be precise. And how nicely it paid off!”

The espionage agents explained that when they saw the Mistress’ own people coming for them, they made a split-second decision to counter-neutralize them and steal their uniforms, figuring if they could get close to the woman in charge, the resolution will be a lot more favorable to their employer. They’d left the real servants bound in their own leather straps and gags.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, an unusual pattern that Nyxine and co. could only assume was supposed to alert the Mistress of more servants coming back. The woman on the bed tried to call out to them, even through her gag, but one of the agents quickly moved over and clamped a hand over her mouth to nearly muffle her completely. Nyxine took a seat on a chair, putting her wrists behind her back to feign capture while the other agent dawned her hood and gag again to disguise herself once more.

She opened the door inward and saw the pair of gimp servants bringing the trio of captive socialites in. Cleverly, she ushered them towards the room away from the bed, and once the whole group had entered the room, the door was slammed shut and both agents rushed the gimps, who reacted with surprise mumbles, first at seeing their Mistress captive on the bed, and then the chloroform pads found in the stolen uniforms being pressed to their faces. They struggled, tried to wrest themselves out of the agents’ grip, but eventually those died down and they were soon on the floor, unfortunately with plain, old mooring rope having to substitute for flawless leather straps in binding them back to back, wrists around the other’s body.

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