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The next few minutes of my unceremonious trip through the school could be only described as a breeding ground for my own humiliation. Unfortunately for me, the boy carrying me was very approving of the fact that his hand was wrapped over my butt, and as I squirmed in his grip, he slapped me across my cheeks to try and quiet my struggles down. “Relax,” he said sternly. “No matter how much you act like you don’t want this to happen, nobody in this entire building is going to try to help you. You’re my catch now.”

“Mmph!” I felt hot tears of indignation well up as I glared scorchingly at him. Even after being caught by Crow, I never thought things would end up this way. I just knew the ponytail I straightened meticulously an hour ago was nothing short of a disheveled, wavy mess. My black bangs constantly swung into my eyes as he rocked me on his shoulder, and even when I stopped struggling, I still felt the slap of his hand against me.

“MMPH?!” I questioned exasperatedly. I wasn’t struggling anymore, what could he possibly want?

“Keep your head up, girl. Enjoy this. Not everybody gets to be a beautiful prize like you.”

I thought I was confused by social standards and gestures before he said that, but now I was really in the dark. Is this just what happens to beautiful people, as he thought I was? Did I unknowingly sign away my agency and autonomy to be someone’s toy?

My captor squeezed me twice where he kept my hand, and I didn’t have the energy to satisfy him with a reaction. “We’re here,” he said smugly. I heard him speaking to another guy, and tuned out their laughing as he brought me through a hallway.

Snatch’s party.

I thought the party would be contained to a room, but there were at least two dozen students in the hallways. I heard muffled squeals and giggles alike, complimented by the stripping of tape and clicks of buckles. ‘Qué susto,’ I thought to myself. As my captor brought me down the hallway, I had the chance to look at the others and realize they were in quite similar situations to me.

One girl was pleading desperately with her captor, who had pushed her against the wall and grabbed her stockinged feet, tying her legs up with elaborate white ropes. “Please, just give me another chance!” she cried out. I noticed her blonde hair was quite sleek; the kidnapping must have only occurred a few minutes ago.

“Sorry, Lucky.” The boy said quite unapologetically, breaking from his work on her lower body to pull a red cloth around her face. weaving it into her mouth and tying it off roughly against the back of her head. “Fact is, Snatch told you you weren’t doing enough and you couldn’t pick up the slack. Now you’re just points for us.”

“Mmm!” she pleaded, but he pushed her head down while he went back to tying her more. “Shut up and be grateful, kid. At least you’re actually useful to us like this - not like you’d be contributing any more if you were free.”

‘Poor girl,’ I thought. She looked like only a first year, where I was a second and it seemed like most of these people were too. ‘Guess she fell into the wrong crowd, but... now I’ve heard this deal mentioned as a game, and there being points. What is this about? A game to kidnap people?’

As my captor continued marching me, a blue haired girl in a yellow top blushed at me secretively, gray duct tape wrapped around her mouth as the boy restraining her applied more to her arms and chest. I looked away very quickly. Seemed like not everyone here was sorry to have been captured.

Finally, he stopped. “New girl,” he told someone. “Needs to see Snatch.”

“Hm. Good luck,” the voice said back. As I heard the sound of a door opening, I was suddenly set down on the ground and lifted upright to my feet. “Hop,” my captor ordered, wrapping his arm around my back as he led me into the room.

Now that I could see, I was deadly quiet. The lights in the room were perfectly dim, and candles illuminated a desk at the far end. A figure wrapped in shadows arose behind it, and he hissed in a scratched, scathing voice that sounded like he was straining. “Gorm... well done. Let me see what you’ve brought me...”

Now that he had come into the light, I was able to make out his features. He was tall, at least a few inches above the one known as Gorm. His skin was ashy as chalk, his complexion blended with spots of what I could only assume was vitiligo. He wore a black tank top that loosely hung around his frame and showed off rather large arms - I had seen tough kids growing up in my neighborhood, but this guy’s appearance was so fearsome I’m willing to bed he could have destroyed my old bullies.

But I knew right from when he first laid his deep brown eyes on me that he would not be my ally in this situation. My heart could only sink further into the bottom of my stomach when Gorm spoke up. “I found her already taped up like that, Snatch. Maybe she did it herself.”

So this was Snatch, the one behind this operation of tying up girls and taking them here. I had to admit - for a plot so villainous, I was surprised. Snatch himself looked much more like the accomplice to a mastermind with such ambition. Then he grabbed my chin and immediately changed my head.

“Name,” he ordered with tenor. Before I could even muffle through my gag he’d ripped off the tape sealing my mouth shut. I felt the burn as I pressed my dry lips together, hoping to be able to take a second to breathe. I was not given one. “Give me your name, or I will give YOU your name.” he threatened.

Swallowing, I croaked out a very frightened “Mya...” before looking back to Gorm, knowing there was a red mark on my face from the tape. It burned.

“Mya, your self-bondage is impressive, but one of mine would have secured you more thoroughly if only you just accepted my invitation.” Snatch stretched his face into a fearsome grin.

“I...” I got lost on my words, looking back and forth from Gorm to Snatch. I wanted to explain to them what happened, but I knew I wouldn’t be supported by either of them. A few seconds later, I found out why I should have... and why Snatch was the one behind it all.

“Tape,” he commanded, and Gorm grabbed a roll of silver duct tape and threw it to him. He caught it in one hand and grabbed my scruff in the other, dragging me to a bed on the side of the room.

“You forgot to stuff your mouth before you taped up,” he told me, grabbing a cloth off his desk before flinging me on the mattress. “Oof,” I complained, but he used the opportunity to stuff my mouth with it before wrapping tape all around my mouth, even pinning my curly locks to the sides of my head. My eyes widened as Gorm too produced a roll of tape, and, laying on the mattress, they began to wrap me thoroughly in it.

“Mmph! Mm!” I cried into my gag desperately.

“Self-mummification is nearly impossible. You’re lucky you have me and Gorm to fulfill your fantasies. Give me an mmph if you feel grateful.”

“Mmph!” I cried. Then I realized what he said, then groaned into my gag. Tricked!

“See, I knew she was into it,” Gorm said, tugging off my heels. Shortly after, my feet had been packaged together into one cocoon of tape, not so much as a hint of my stockings showing through the silver. Snatch had been working on my upper body in the mean time, and soon had coated my chest and shoulders entirely in the sticky tape.

“Mmph...” I protested weakly. “mm-hmm...”

“Wow. mmhmm. Sounds like approval to me, Gorm. I’m going to wrap her neck now - not many know how to do it safely.”

I felt like it had taken forever for them to finally back off, but realistically, it had only actually been around five minutes. The two stepped back from the bed, and I looked down at myself. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing - from the mouth down, my entire body had been wrapped in duct tape so cleanly and thoroughly that there wasn’t a single gap in my cocoon.

“That’s a good mummy,” Snatch remarked. “Well done bringing her to me, Gorm. Go get Frost. I want her in the priority dorm.

Gorm left without another word, and mysteriously, Snatch didn’t look at me. Instead he waited with his hands clasped behind his back, staring at the wall.

“Mm...” I tried to say. Now that I was properly gagged, I made even less noise than before. And now that I was mummified in tape, I would be able to move even less than before, too. It really seemed like this night only brought me into tighter, more perilous predicaments.

“Where’s the girl who likes her tape?” a singsong voice called from the door. A girl with black hair dyed with white fade bounced inside, her ice blue eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

“Oh, there she is! What an adorable mummy she makes!” she cooed, and with immense indignation I felt her hands run over my wrapped chest. “Mmph,” I complained, wiggling away, but she held me in place as she softly caressed my hips. I don’t want to describe the look on my fa- okay, fine! I was blushing! Happy?

“There’ll be time to play with your gift later, Frost. Collect her and put her with that Black Ribbon thug.”

“Yes, sir!” she said cheerily, lifting me by my legs and back. “Oh my, so tiny! So cute.”

...

Yeah. I don’t have to mention again how I blushed. Okay? I really don’t.

At least this time, I presented much better carried thoughtfully through the hallway, and taken into another room. As Frost opened the door, I was greeted by a sight that made me a different kind of red.

A familiar girl lay stripped down to her white underwear, tied up in red ropes as she squirmed and squealed. Her captor, the one in the dreaded green sweatshirt, turned to face me.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Mya-dearest! Seems I underestimated you~”

Description
The next few minutes of my unceremonious trip through the school could be only described as a breeding ground for my own humiliation. Unfortunately for me, the boy carrying me was very approving of the fact that his hand was wrapped over my butt, and as I squirmed in his grip, he slapped me across my cheeks to try and quiet my struggles down. “Relax,” he said sternly. “No matter how much you act like you don’t want this to happen, nobody in this entire building is going to try to help you. You’re my catch now.”

“Mmph!” I felt hot tears of indignation well up as I glared scorchingly at him. Even after being caught by Crow, I never thought things would end up this way. I just knew the ponytail I straightened meticulously an hour ago was nothing short of a disheveled, wavy mess. My black bangs constantly swung into my eyes as he rocked me on his shoulder, and even when I stopped struggling, I still felt the slap of his hand against me.

“MMPH?!” I questioned exasperatedly. I wasn’t struggling anymore, what could he possibly want?

“Keep your head up, girl. Enjoy this. Not everybody gets to be a beautiful prize like you.”

I thought I was confused by social standards and gestures before he said that, but now I was really in the dark. Is this just what happens to beautiful people, as he thought I was? Did I unknowingly sign away my agency and autonomy to be someone’s toy?

My captor squeezed me twice where he kept my hand, and I didn’t have the energy to satisfy him with a reaction. “We’re here,” he said smugly. I heard him speaking to another guy, and tuned out their laughing as he brought me through a hallway.

Snatch’s party.

I thought the party would be contained to a room, but there were at least two dozen students in the hallways. I heard muffled squeals and giggles alike, complimented by the stripping of tape and clicks of buckles. ‘Qué susto,’ I thought to myself. As my captor brought me down the hallway, I had the chance to look at the others and realize they were in quite similar situations to me.

One girl was pleading desperately with her captor, who had pushed her against the wall and grabbed her stockinged feet, tying her legs up with elaborate white ropes. “Please, just give me another chance!” she cried out. I noticed her blonde hair was quite sleek; the kidnapping must have only occurred a few minutes ago.

“Sorry, Lucky.” The boy said quite unapologetically, breaking from his work on her lower body to pull a red cloth around her face. weaving it into her mouth and tying it off roughly against the back of her head. “Fact is, Snatch told you you weren’t doing enough and you couldn’t pick up the slack. Now you’re just points for us.”

“Mmm!” she pleaded, but he pushed her head down while he went back to tying her more. “Shut up and be grateful, kid. At least you’re actually useful to us like this - not like you’d be contributing any more if you were free.”

‘Poor girl,’ I thought. She looked like only a first year, where I was a second and it seemed like most of these people were too. ‘Guess she fell into the wrong crowd, but... now I’ve heard this deal mentioned as a game, and there being points. What is this about? A game to kidnap people?’

As my captor continued marching me, a blue haired girl in a yellow top blushed at me secretively, gray duct tape wrapped around her mouth as the boy restraining her applied more to her arms and chest. I looked away very quickly. Seemed like not everyone here was sorry to have been captured.

Finally, he stopped. “New girl,” he told someone. “Needs to see Snatch.”

“Hm. Good luck,” the voice said back. As I heard the sound of a door opening, I was suddenly set down on the ground and lifted upright to my feet. “Hop,” my captor ordered, wrapping his arm around my back as he led me into the room.

Now that I could see, I was deadly quiet. The lights in the room were perfectly dim, and candles illuminated a desk at the far end. A figure wrapped in shadows arose behind it, and he hissed in a scratched, scathing voice that sounded like he was straining. “Gorm... well done. Let me see what you’ve brought me...”

Now that he had come into the light, I was able to make out his features. He was tall, at least a few inches above the one known as Gorm. His skin was ashy as chalk, his complexion blended with spots of what I could only assume was vitiligo. He wore a black tank top that loosely hung around his frame and showed off rather large arms - I had seen tough kids growing up in my neighborhood, but this guy’s appearance was so fearsome I’m willing to bed he could have destroyed my old bullies.

But I knew right from when he first laid his deep brown eyes on me that he would not be my ally in this situation. My heart could only sink further into the bottom of my stomach when Gorm spoke up. “I found her already taped up like that, Snatch. Maybe she did it herself.”

So this was Snatch, the one behind this operation of tying up girls and taking them here. I had to admit - for a plot so villainous, I was surprised. Snatch himself looked much more like the accomplice to a mastermind with such ambition. Then he grabbed my chin and immediately changed my head.

“Name,” he ordered with tenor. Before I could even muffle through my gag he’d ripped off the tape sealing my mouth shut. I felt the burn as I pressed my dry lips together, hoping to be able to take a second to breathe. I was not given one. “Give me your name, or I will give YOU your name.” he threatened.

Swallowing, I croaked out a very frightened “Mya...” before looking back to Gorm, knowing there was a red mark on my face from the tape. It burned.

“Mya, your self-bondage is impressive, but one of mine would have secured you more thoroughly if only you just accepted my invitation.” Snatch stretched his face into a fearsome grin.

“I...” I got lost on my words, looking back and forth from Gorm to Snatch. I wanted to explain to them what happened, but I knew I wouldn’t be supported by either of them. A few seconds later, I found out why I should have... and why Snatch was the one behind it all.

“Tape,” he commanded, and Gorm grabbed a roll of silver duct tape and threw it to him. He caught it in one hand and grabbed my scruff in the other, dragging me to a bed on the side of the room.

“You forgot to stuff your mouth before you taped up,” he told me, grabbing a cloth off his desk before flinging me on the mattress. “Oof,” I complained, but he used the opportunity to stuff my mouth with it before wrapping tape all around my mouth, even pinning my curly locks to the sides of my head. My eyes widened as Gorm too produced a roll of tape, and, laying on the mattress, they began to wrap me thoroughly in it.

“Mmph! Mm!” I cried into my gag desperately.

“Self-mummification is nearly impossible. You’re lucky you have me and Gorm to fulfill your fantasies. Give me an mmph if you feel grateful.”

“Mmph!” I cried. Then I realized what he said, then groaned into my gag. Tricked!

“See, I knew she was into it,” Gorm said, tugging off my heels. Shortly after, my feet had been packaged together into one cocoon of tape, not so much as a hint of my stockings showing through the silver. Snatch had been working on my upper body in the mean time, and soon had coated my chest and shoulders entirely in the sticky tape.

“Mmph...” I protested weakly. “mm-hmm...”

“Wow. mmhmm. Sounds like approval to me, Gorm. I’m going to wrap her neck now - not many know how to do it safely.”

I felt like it had taken forever for them to finally back off, but realistically, it had only actually been around five minutes. The two stepped back from the bed, and I looked down at myself. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing - from the mouth down, my entire body had been wrapped in duct tape so cleanly and thoroughly that there wasn’t a single gap in my cocoon.

“That’s a good mummy,” Snatch remarked. “Well done bringing her to me, Gorm. Go get Frost. I want her in the priority dorm.

Gorm left without another word, and mysteriously, Snatch didn’t look at me. Instead he waited with his hands clasped behind his back, staring at the wall.

“Mm...” I tried to say. Now that I was properly gagged, I made even less noise than before. And now that I was mummified in tape, I would be able to move even less than before, too. It really seemed like this night only brought me into tighter, more perilous predicaments.

“Where’s the girl who likes her tape?” a singsong voice called from the door. A girl with black hair dyed with white fade bounced inside, her ice blue eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

“Oh, there she is! What an adorable mummy she makes!” she cooed, and with immense indignation I felt her hands run over my wrapped chest. “Mmph,” I complained, wiggling away, but she held me in place as she softly caressed my hips. I don’t want to describe the look on my fa- okay, fine! I was blushing! Happy?

“There’ll be time to play with your gift later, Frost. Collect her and put her with that Black Ribbon thug.”

“Yes, sir!” she said cheerily, lifting me by my legs and back. “Oh my, so tiny! So cute.”

...

Yeah. I don’t have to mention again how I blushed. Okay? I really don’t.

At least this time, I presented much better carried thoughtfully through the hallway, and taken into another room. As Frost opened the door, I was greeted by a sight that made me a different kind of red.

A familiar girl lay stripped down to her white underwear, tied up in red ropes as she squirmed and squealed. Her captor, the one in the dreaded green sweatshirt, turned to face me.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Mya-dearest! Seems I underestimated you~”