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Alice was amused by Rachel’s costume, it made her confused and intrigued. She had Rachel bound and gagged in the back of the car, eyes moving to the woman’s chest as she struggled and her breasts threatened to fall from the costume’s top. “Are you tired of being small, Rachel? I could make you big again?”
The costume hadn’t been Rachel’s choice. Well, it hadn’t been her first choice but the selection at the shop hadn’t been that extensive and out of the handful that meet her requirements --easy to slip on and off, of recognizable authority or power (preferably both, which ruled out the wide array of maid, schoolgirl, and slave costumes) to make her ‘helplessness’ a major plot point in the narrative they’d be working with, and if at all possible, iconic-- this one had been the best of the lot.
She hadn’t taken into account how being bound and gagged would affecting keeping it on, though, and with each wriggle her character made in an attempt to escape, Rachel wished a little more that she’d hadn’t been quite so on point when it came to ease of removal.
Stripping her self would spoil the fun of being ‘forced’ into nudity by her ‘captor’.
Still, knowing that if she wasn’t careful, she’d ended up exposed helped her stay in character as the trapped heroine subjected to the no doubt prurient machinations of the evil-doer who had subdued her.
Rachel gave another, measured, wriggle against her bonds as she glared at Alice while trying to retain what dignity and modesty she still had, her demanded to know what this woman intended to do with her muffled by the gag in her mouth.
