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by SwitchMan (switchman2002@yahoo.com)

F/m, M/f, bdsm, bondage, machine, slave, toys, kidnapping, nc, torture, XX

Chapter 11 – Scott’s Journey Back to Captivity

Leaving Christen’s room, Scott had no idea which way to go. He randomly headed down the hall to the right. As he shuffled nervously along, he began to hear voices in the distance – male voices. Figuring that they were the most likely to help him in any event, he continued turning down various hallways toward the voices. Finally, he turned down a hall to see two men at the far end. These were the men whose voices he had heard. The first was Doug, a butler, dressed in a plain, but expensive tuxedo. The other was a room service deliveryman named Charles dressed in a spotless white uniform.

As he approached, he determined that they were discussing the upcoming college football game, but they suddenly stopped when the saw Scott. Each giving the other a puzzling glance, they split up slightly and approached Scott like zookeepers approaching an uncaged animal.

“Shouldn’t you be with someone?” the butler asked skeptically.

“Wait Doug, there’s a note,” cautioned the deliveryman.

Charles grabbed the leash, and the butler read the note.

“It says we are to deliver him to Mistress Susan’s room,” Doug announced. “It’s from Mistress Jennie, so I’ll take him there right now. Who knows how long he’s been wandering these halls.”

“I can take him,” countered the deliveryman. “I’m headed there anyway to drop off an order of Champaign. Maybe I’ll get a better tip.”

“I didn’t know you were on a run,” the butler said with disgust. “You should know better than to jawbone with me when you have a delivery! You’re going to get us both in trouble. Maybe even THAT kind of trouble,” he said motioning his head toward Scott. “Take your cart and get a move on. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Charles began to push his cart down the hall, leading Scott away by the leash. As if sensing that something was amiss, the butler glanced over his shoulder and noticed the open lock at the base of Scott’s neck.

Without a word, the butler trotted up behind Scott and pressed the shackle of the lock into its case with an ominous “Click.”

The sound caused the deliveryman to turn around and Scott to reflexively test his cuffs, with disappointing results.

“Man, I thought we could have gotten in trouble before,” Doug said sounding relieved. “This is clearly one of Mistress Jennie’s little tests we’ve all heard about.”

“What do you mean?” asked the deliveryman.

“Mistress Jennie is known for setting her staff up to fail, so that she can punish them,” the butler explained. “This whole thing was probably about the unlocked padlock on this guy’s collar, and he was probably in on it!” He said, smacking Scott on the back of the head for good measure.

Scott lowered his head in despair, which was interpreted as an admission of guilt by the two servants.

“Now, get going,” said the butler. “And don’t mention this to anybody unless they ask.”

“Right,” agreed Charles as he headed off to Susan’s room.

When he reached the end of the hall, the butler shouted back: “But if anybody does ask, make sure to tell them that I helped.”

Charles gestured a “thumbs up”, and turned the corner toward Susan’s room with Scott shuffling along behind him.

Scott found it difficult to keep up with the deliveryman as they hurried to Mistress Susan’s room. Along the way, the deliveryman kept muttering to himself with an occasional comment directed toward Scott.

“I don’t understand you guys,” he said. “I know that some of the guys here literally get roped into this shit, but guys like you, who do this voluntarily, amaze me.”

Scott tugged at the back of his collar, and tried to speak through the gag, but without success.

“You know,” Charles continued, as though talking primarily to himself, “I’ve often thought about helping some of the unsuspecting guys, but I can’t tell them apart from the likes of you.” The deliveryman sighed and reflected “Of course, I’d have to know that I wouldn’t end up getting punished before I’d even consider getting involved.”

After traveling through a seemingly endless array of identical halls, they arrived at Mistress Susan’s room. The deliveryman quietly knocked on the door and announced “Room service.” After a moment, the door opened, and Mistress Susan ushered them inside.

Charles went straight to his work preparing the tray of Champaign.

“Why the tag-along?” Mistress Susan asked the deliveryman, giving Scott a knowing smile to let him know she recognized him.

“I brought him here at the request of Mistress Jennie. It was a little extra work, but I’m glad to do it,” he offered, hoping for a better tip.

Upon finishing the room service setup, he paused at the door and said “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No, thanks,” Mistress Susan replied as she hooked Scott’s leash to a ring in the wall near the door.

After an uncomfortably long pause waiting for a tip that didn’t come, the deliveryman said “Very well. Good night,” and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Mistress Susan slowly paced the room between Ross and Scott. “I wonder what Mistress Jennie has in mind...” she wondered aloud.

While Scott was secured to the wall near the door, Ross was seated on the bed. His wrists were strapped to a locked belt, and his ankles were locked to a two-foot spreader bar, but he was otherwise unrestrained. Even though he could have answered, Ross decided to treat the question as rhetorical.

“I absolutely hate surprises,” Mistress Susan announced as she picked up the telephone and dialed “6” for Mistress Jennie’s cell phone. On the other end of the line, Jennie had her own surprise. The telephone vibrated and vibrated, but went unanswered. As bleak has his situation had become, Scott couldn’t help but smile deviously around his gag.

Mistress Susan tried Mistress Jennie several more times before deciding to take matters into her own hands. She blindfolded Ross and helped him lie down on the bed. Then, she said “You relax and keep each other company while I go find Mistress Jennie.”

As she was closing the door, she leaned into the room, and said “And, yes, Ross, I know I didn’t secure you to the bed. Don’t get any bright ideas. I’ll be activating the door alarm which can only be turned off from the outside of the room using a master key.” After a pause, she added “Opening the door, without first disengaging the alarm, will activate your Pursuader... and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

The door closed, leaving Ross and Scott alone in Mistress Susan’s room.

* * * * *

Links to Susan's Return Chapters 1-14:
1. Lost and Found
2. The Bait
3. The Trap
4. About Those Books...
5. The Next Victim
6. The Waiting Room
7. The Preparation
8. The Presentation
9. Scott's Predicament
10. Scott's Trap
11. Back to Captivity
12. Susan's Turn
13. The Escape
14. The Semester Ends

Description
by SwitchMan (switchman2002@yahoo.com)

F/m, M/f, bdsm, bondage, machine, slave, toys, kidnapping, nc, torture, XX

Chapter 11 – Scott’s Journey Back to Captivity

Leaving Christen’s room, Scott had no idea which way to go. He randomly headed down the hall to the right. As he shuffled nervously along, he began to hear voices in the distance – male voices. Figuring that they were the most likely to help him in any event, he continued turning down various hallways toward the voices. Finally, he turned down a hall to see two men at the far end. These were the men whose voices he had heard. The first was Doug, a butler, dressed in a plain, but expensive tuxedo. The other was a room service deliveryman named Charles dressed in a spotless white uniform.

As he approached, he determined that they were discussing the upcoming college football game, but they suddenly stopped when the saw Scott. Each giving the other a puzzling glance, they split up slightly and approached Scott like zookeepers approaching an uncaged animal.

“Shouldn’t you be with someone?” the butler asked skeptically.

“Wait Doug, there’s a note,” cautioned the deliveryman.

Charles grabbed the leash, and the butler read the note.

“It says we are to deliver him to Mistress Susan’s room,” Doug announced. “It’s from Mistress Jennie, so I’ll take him there right now. Who knows how long he’s been wandering these halls.”

“I can take him,” countered the deliveryman. “I’m headed there anyway to drop off an order of Champaign. Maybe I’ll get a better tip.”

“I didn’t know you were on a run,” the butler said with disgust. “You should know better than to jawbone with me when you have a delivery! You’re going to get us both in trouble. Maybe even THAT kind of trouble,” he said motioning his head toward Scott. “Take your cart and get a move on. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Charles began to push his cart down the hall, leading Scott away by the leash. As if sensing that something was amiss, the butler glanced over his shoulder and noticed the open lock at the base of Scott’s neck.

Without a word, the butler trotted up behind Scott and pressed the shackle of the lock into its case with an ominous “Click.”

The sound caused the deliveryman to turn around and Scott to reflexively test his cuffs, with disappointing results.

“Man, I thought we could have gotten in trouble before,” Doug said sounding relieved. “This is clearly one of Mistress Jennie’s little tests we’ve all heard about.”

“What do you mean?” asked the deliveryman.

“Mistress Jennie is known for setting her staff up to fail, so that she can punish them,” the butler explained. “This whole thing was probably about the unlocked padlock on this guy’s collar, and he was probably in on it!” He said, smacking Scott on the back of the head for good measure.

Scott lowered his head in despair, which was interpreted as an admission of guilt by the two servants.

“Now, get going,” said the butler. “And don’t mention this to anybody unless they ask.”

“Right,” agreed Charles as he headed off to Susan’s room.

When he reached the end of the hall, the butler shouted back: “But if anybody does ask, make sure to tell them that I helped.”

Charles gestured a “thumbs up”, and turned the corner toward Susan’s room with Scott shuffling along behind him.

Scott found it difficult to keep up with the deliveryman as they hurried to Mistress Susan’s room. Along the way, the deliveryman kept muttering to himself with an occasional comment directed toward Scott.

“I don’t understand you guys,” he said. “I know that some of the guys here literally get roped into this shit, but guys like you, who do this voluntarily, amaze me.”

Scott tugged at the back of his collar, and tried to speak through the gag, but without success.

“You know,” Charles continued, as though talking primarily to himself, “I’ve often thought about helping some of the unsuspecting guys, but I can’t tell them apart from the likes of you.” The deliveryman sighed and reflected “Of course, I’d have to know that I wouldn’t end up getting punished before I’d even consider getting involved.”

After traveling through a seemingly endless array of identical halls, they arrived at Mistress Susan’s room. The deliveryman quietly knocked on the door and announced “Room service.” After a moment, the door opened, and Mistress Susan ushered them inside.

Charles went straight to his work preparing the tray of Champaign.

“Why the tag-along?” Mistress Susan asked the deliveryman, giving Scott a knowing smile to let him know she recognized him.

“I brought him here at the request of Mistress Jennie. It was a little extra work, but I’m glad to do it,” he offered, hoping for a better tip.

Upon finishing the room service setup, he paused at the door and said “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No, thanks,” Mistress Susan replied as she hooked Scott’s leash to a ring in the wall near the door.

After an uncomfortably long pause waiting for a tip that didn’t come, the deliveryman said “Very well. Good night,” and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Mistress Susan slowly paced the room between Ross and Scott. “I wonder what Mistress Jennie has in mind...” she wondered aloud.

While Scott was secured to the wall near the door, Ross was seated on the bed. His wrists were strapped to a locked belt, and his ankles were locked to a two-foot spreader bar, but he was otherwise unrestrained. Even though he could have answered, Ross decided to treat the question as rhetorical.

“I absolutely hate surprises,” Mistress Susan announced as she picked up the telephone and dialed “6” for Mistress Jennie’s cell phone. On the other end of the line, Jennie had her own surprise. The telephone vibrated and vibrated, but went unanswered. As bleak has his situation had become, Scott couldn’t help but smile deviously around his gag.

Mistress Susan tried Mistress Jennie several more times before deciding to take matters into her own hands. She blindfolded Ross and helped him lie down on the bed. Then, she said “You relax and keep each other company while I go find Mistress Jennie.”

As she was closing the door, she leaned into the room, and said “And, yes, Ross, I know I didn’t secure you to the bed. Don’t get any bright ideas. I’ll be activating the door alarm which can only be turned off from the outside of the room using a master key.” After a pause, she added “Opening the door, without first disengaging the alarm, will activate your Pursuader... and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

The door closed, leaving Ross and Scott alone in Mistress Susan’s room.

* * * * *

Links to Susan's Return Chapters 1-14:
1. Lost and Found
2. The Bait
3. The Trap
4. About Those Books...
5. The Next Victim
6. The Waiting Room
7. The Preparation
8. The Presentation
9. Scott's Predicament
10. Scott's Trap
11. Back to Captivity
12. Susan's Turn
13. The Escape
14. The Semester Ends