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by SwitchMan (switchman2002@yahoo.com)

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

Chapter 7 – The Preparation

Despite the freedom of movement he enjoyed, there was no way Ross could study. Too many thoughts filled his head. He now knew that he wasn’t going to be able to break free from Jennie’s sadistic game in time to meet Susan for their date. Ross kept reassuring himself that Susan would understand and that the important thing was to get to the authorities. Somehow, Ross didn’t fear for his life, but he certainly felt that his life, as he knew it, would be changed permanently unless he could get out of there.

Then, there was Scott. He wouldn’t be in the position he was if not for Ross’ insistence that Jennie get his books. Ross had nothing but time to watch his friend squirm in discomfort.

The cage that Ross initially thought stretched to the ground was, in fact, only two feet tall. It was just big enough to contain Scott’s head. The base of the cage tightly fit around Scott’s neck and was fastened with a lock. On the top of the cage, a ring connected the cage to a chain that stretched downward from the ceiling, suspending the cage, and Scott, so that Scott needed to remain on his toes to breathe comfortably.

Since being moved from the truck, Scott’s restraints had been changed. Instead of duct tape, Scott now struggled against black leather. His arms were gathered together in back by a single leather glove. At four different points, wrists, forearms, elbows and biceps, Scott’s arms were bound together by leather straps that encircled the outside of the glove. His feet were bound together by similar straps, with the strap holding his ankles being anchored to a ring in the stage floor. Scott just stood there twisting like some bizarre lawn ornament in a summer breeze.

Even though Ross could see Scott, Scott was oblivious to his surroundings. Each eye was covered by a large leather pad; his ears were stuffed with foam ear plugs; and his mouth was filled with a big red ball gag. Even with his hands free to move, Ross couldn’t communicate with his sensory deprived friend.

After about thirty minutes of contemplation, Ross decided he needed to keep trying to escape. The only thing he had to work with was the remote control. He examined the nine green buttons with the strange symbols on them. He knew the center button in the bottom row controlled a winch that removed the drape covering Scott. Ross assumed that the other eight green buttons also controlled stage props. Ross decided to stick with the third row of buttons, and pressed the first button in the row. As he held the button down, he heard another winch motor run, but couldn’t quite figure out what it controlled.

Then, he noticed that Scott’s toes were no longer touching the floor! The winch had lifted Scott by the top of the cage, and stopped when the lock attaching his feet prevented further movement. Instinctively, Ross pressed the last button in the row, and Scott was returned to a normal standing position. Ross was relieved to hear the deep rapid breathing of his friend. Another few seconds and Scott could have suffocated.

Ross decided it was too dangerous to try the remaining buttons, but before abandoning the remote, he pressed the last button in the third row long enough to provide enough slack in the chain that Scott could lay down on the stage. Ross rationalized that he had now made up for the initial mistake of choking his friend.

Deciding there was nothing more he could do to escape, Ross turned to his books. He had reviewed an entire chapter of his Advanced Physiology text and completed the test at the end of the chapter before Jennie’s voice again softly vibrated through the headrest.

“Hey Ross. Are you studying your books or your situation?” Jennie asked rhetorically. Ross knew better than to answer.

“I’ll be sending a couple of attendants to help prepare you for the evening,” Jennie continued after Ross’ silence. “Now, you be as nice to them as you would be to me,” she said with a condescending tone. “I’ve told them that they can get as rough as they need to if you fail to cooperate.”

After about five minutes, two beautiful young women in black evening dresses entered the room from the right side of the stage. As they approached, it was clear that these were no ordinary evening dresses. The mid-section of each was made of high quality garment leather, and the lower dress portions were a kind of black silk. Although decidedly unconventional, the dresses made each of the women more hauntingly attractive than they already were. They moved confidently to either side of Ross. The red-head on the left carried a small leather bag, and brunette on the right bent down to flick two switches at the base of the chair.

“I’m Mistress Amy,” the brunette began “and this is Mistress Rosie. I have deactivated the punishment mechanism so you can talk if you so choose. I have also activated a lock for the cables attached to your wrists.”

Ross had been sitting in a relaxed position with his arms resting naturally on the armrests of the chair. Only now did he realize that he lost his freedom of movement when he heard the Brunette nonchalantly flick the chair’s control switch. He tried to move his arms, but it was no use. Ross opened his mouth to speak, but then thought twice about it. He had only caused himself more trouble the last few times he tried to talk his way out of this. This time, he decided, he would take a different approach and play the cooperative captive. Besides, there were two of them. Female or not, they had a distinct advantage over him. Neither of them was strapped to a chair.

The women wasted no time in setting about their work. Mistress Amy, the brunette, unfastened the leather collar from around Ross’ neck and unlocked the cuff restraining his right wrist. While Ross’ neck and wrist were being freed, Mistress Rosie, the redhead, reached behind Ross’ chair and produced a finely crafted oak restraint – basically stocks. There was a large hole in the center for his neck, and two smaller holes on either side for his wrists.

Unlike ordinary stocks, these actually looked like they might be comfortable. Each hole was lined with padded leather and had an individual adjustment mechanism enabling it to be tailored to the wearer. Further, the piece was designed to enable each hole to be individually locked. Ross discovered this as they locked his right wrist in place. The women then locked the oak structure around his neck. Finally, they removed his left wrist and similarly restrained it in the device. Once the stocks were completely applied, the women adjusted each hole so that it was snug, but not uncomfortable.

Mistress Rosie then reached into the black leather bag and produced a pair of locking leather ankle cuffs attached by a two-foot length of heavy chain. Each woman applied an ankle cuff to one of Ross’ ankles while he was still confined to the chair. Finally, they completely removed the chair restraints enabling Ross to walk on his own. They began to lead him toward the stage. He felt like some sort of monster – his arms and neck stiffly swaying from side to side as he took small stumbling steps. He remarked sarcastically “Hey, look! It’s Frankenstein!”

The women couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re taking this pretty well considering your situation,” Mistress Amy observed. “Don’t you have any questions for us?”

“Well, honestly, I’m filled with questions, but the last few times I’ve asked, they’ve been answered in some rather nasty ways.” Ross paused. “I guess I just thought I’d be better off keeping my big mouth shut this time. There are two of you, and that could mean twice the trouble for me.”

No one spoke again until they reached the far end of the room. The women helped Ross negotiate the seven steps up to the stage and led him to the back of the modified sawhorse. With his ankle chain taut, his ankles lined up perfectly with two eye bolts installed on the sides of the rear legs of the saw horse. Mistress Rosie pulled two locks out of the bag and attached his ankle cuffs to the eye bolts.

Each woman then held on to one side of the stocks and pulled them forward causing Ross to straddle the sawhorse. Once the lower edge of the stocks made contact with the front of the sawhorse, Mistress Amy adjusted the length of the sawhorse using a knob under the center of the upper support. Once properly adjusted, a latch on the front of the saw horse became perfectly aligned with a mating piece on the bottom of the stocks, and with a “click” Ross became a part of the furniture as the stocks were attached to the sawhorse.

The two women turned and walked away from Ross.

“That’s it?” Ross questioned. “You’re just going to leave me here?”

The women stopped and looked at each other.

“You know, we almost forgot to gag him,” Mistress Amy said trying to sound ironic.

“Thank goodness he isn’t the strong silent type,” Mistress Rosie replied playfully, as she removed an over-sized ball gag from the black leather bag. “If he hadn’t opened his mouth, we could have gotten in big trouble.”

They turned around and crouched down in front of him. As they both looked directly at him, only inches away, Mistress Rosie whispered “This will prevent that mouth of yours from getting you in any more trouble.”

“Please. Wait!” Ross blurted out. Suddenly, with both women so intimately near him, he realized that he recognized them – and Jennie, as well. These were Susan’s new friends!

“I know you,” he continued.

“Really?” Mistress Rosie said incredulously. “How?”

“I used to date Susan. You’re her new friends, aren’t you?”

“Now why would we be interested in some girl named Susan’s ex-boyfriend?” Mistress Amy offered, not answering Ross’ question.

“Look. I know you’re her friends. I’ve tried to talk to her several times this semester, and one of you have always stopped me.”

“So what’s your point?” Mistress Rosie asked impatiently.

“I’ve got a date with her tonight. I’ve loved her since the first day I met her, and if I don’t show up for that date, I’ll probably lose her forever.”

The two women turned to each other and smiled beautifully evil smiles.

“I’m begging you! For God’s sake let me go!” Ross wailed as he struggled violently against his bonds. The attachments to the sawhorse rattled vigorously, but the women moved in to finish their task without emotion. Even though Ross was flailing his head, Mistress Amy held it still enough for Mistress Rosie to attach the ball gag – and rather tightly.

As sweat and tears began to roll down Ross’ face, the two women ignored his grunting and began to leave. They slowly walked toward the center of the room and stopped in the center talk. Mistress Rosie unconsciously tidied up the restraints on the leather chair. Jennie entered from the far end of the room dressed as the others in a black leather and silk evening dress. Presumably, she was now “Mistress” Jennie, and the sound of her spiked stiletto heels echoed through the room as the walked.

She met the other women in the center of the room and began to talk with them. Clearly, part of the discussion was centered on Mistress Jennie’s orders for the other two women. Toward the end of the discussion, though, Mistress Jennie stopped and turned to look at Ross. She then said something short to the two others, and they turned to leave. Mistress Jennie, however, picked up the remote and continued toward the stage.

Mistress Jennie took her time coming up to the stage. On her way, she used the remote control to reposition Scott in an extreme standing position. By the time she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Ross, the other two women had already wheeled in about 10 chairs and begun arranging them in front of the stage as though there would soon be a small audience.

Mistress Jennie straddled the back of the chair, slid close to Ross and sighed.

“I suppose you think that we’ve captured you to prevent you from making your date with Susan,” she said.

Ross tried his best to simply look away.

“Well, that couldn’t be further from the truth,” Mistress Jennie explained. “We’ve captured you to make certain that you do keep your date with Susan. In fact, you are our gift to her.”

Ross looked up at her with a tilted head.

“That’s right. The sorority party that Susan invited you to is actually taking place in this hall… on this stage. Mistresses Amy, Rosie and I are among her sorority sisters. Interested in hearing the rest of the story?” Mistress Jennie asked as though she were a spider inviting a fly to tea.

Ross tried to speak, but settled for nodding.

“Last year after Susan broke up with you, she decided to join our sorority. In fact, she and I took the pledge on the same day. Oh, it’s not one of the sororities officially sanctioned by the college, but it has a long and distinguished history. Our sisterhood celebrates the superiority of women over men. As a display of our superiority, we use our collective feminine attributes to select, entice and enslave the men we desire.”

Ross couldn’t believe his ears. There was no way that Susan would voluntarily go along with this.

Mistress Jennie continued. “Susan and I are celebrating our first anniversary with the sorority, Beta Delta Sigma Mu, and this party is in our honor. The party officially marks our advancement into the second level of the sorority, enabling each of us to select the man we wish to dominate.” Mistress Jennie paused to let the news sink in.

“Normally, a party such as this is intended to give the advancing sister a forum in which to announce her selection prior to capturing the lucky slave, but being Susan’s roommate, I overheard her invite you to the party.”

Mistress Jennie rose from her chair and began pacing in front of her audience.

“Now, I found this most peculiar. The honorees are supposed to come alone. Only the women in the higher ranks are allowed to bring dates, if you want to call them that. Naturally, I assumed that she was going to lure you here tonight to make the capture quick and easy. Of course, I like more of a challenge. Sadly, you didn’t really present one.” She sat back down, looked deep into Ross’ eyes and smiled.

“You were born to be a woman’s play thing. All it took was my silk blouse, a little light perfume and a smile before you practically begged me to place your wrist in my cuffs.”

Mistress Jennie rose and began moving off stage with the chair.

“Of course, I hadn’t intended to take your friend. It was just his lucky day, I guess. He’s kind of cute. I think I’ll keep him.”

Mistress Jennie stood at the side of the stage and used the remote to close the curtains.

“Now, you and your friend be good little stage props and wait until just the right moment to make your entrance tonight. We want Susan to be genuinely surprised in front of all of her sisters, don’t we? Did I mention that the leader of the regional chapter would be here tonight? Maybe she can give Susan a few pointers on how to properly punish you for that date we have tomorrow night.”

Ross renewed his futile attempts to escape as the curtains closed completely.

* * * * *

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 7 – The Preparation

Despite the freedom of movement he enjoyed, there was no way Ross could study. Too many thoughts filled his head. He now knew that he wasn’t going to be able to break free from Jennie’s sadistic game in time to meet Susan for their date. Ross kept reassuring himself that Susan would understand and that the important thing was to get to the authorities. Somehow, Ross didn’t fear for his life, but he certainly felt that his life, as he knew it, would be changed permanently unless he could get out of there.

Then, there was Scott. He wouldn’t be in the position he was if not for Ross’ insistence that Jennie get his books. Ross had nothing but time to watch his friend squirm in discomfort.

The cage that Ross initially thought stretched to the ground was, in fact, only two feet tall. It was just big enough to contain Scott’s head. The base of the cage tightly fit around Scott’s neck and was fastened with a lock. On the top of the cage, a ring connected the cage to a chain that stretched downward from the ceiling, suspending the cage, and Scott, so that Scott needed to remain on his toes to breathe comfortably.

Since being moved from the truck, Scott’s restraints had been changed. Instead of duct tape, Scott now struggled against black leather. His arms were gathered together in back by a single leather glove. At four different points, wrists, forearms, elbows and biceps, Scott’s arms were bound together by leather straps that encircled the outside of the glove. His feet were bound together by similar straps, with the strap holding his ankles being anchored to a ring in the stage floor. Scott just stood there twisting like some bizarre lawn ornament in a summer breeze.

Even though Ross could see Scott, Scott was oblivious to his surroundings. Each eye was covered by a large leather pad; his ears were stuffed with foam ear plugs; and his mouth was filled with a big red ball gag. Even with his hands free to move, Ross couldn’t communicate with his sensory deprived friend.

After about thirty minutes of contemplation, Ross decided he needed to keep trying to escape. The only thing he had to work with was the remote control. He examined the nine green buttons with the strange symbols on them. He knew the center button in the bottom row controlled a winch that removed the drape covering Scott. Ross assumed that the other eight green buttons also controlled stage props. Ross decided to stick with the third row of buttons, and pressed the first button in the row. As he held the button down, he heard another winch motor run, but couldn’t quite figure out what it controlled.

Then, he noticed that Scott’s toes were no longer touching the floor! The winch had lifted Scott by the top of the cage, and stopped when the lock attaching his feet prevented further movement. Instinctively, Ross pressed the last button in the row, and Scott was returned to a normal standing position. Ross was relieved to hear the deep rapid breathing of his friend. Another few seconds and Scott could have suffocated.

Ross decided it was too dangerous to try the remaining buttons, but before abandoning the remote, he pressed the last button in the third row long enough to provide enough slack in the chain that Scott could lay down on the stage. Ross rationalized that he had now made up for the initial mistake of choking his friend.

Deciding there was nothing more he could do to escape, Ross turned to his books. He had reviewed an entire chapter of his Advanced Physiology text and completed the test at the end of the chapter before Jennie’s voice again softly vibrated through the headrest.

“Hey Ross. Are you studying your books or your situation?” Jennie asked rhetorically. Ross knew better than to answer.

“I’ll be sending a couple of attendants to help prepare you for the evening,” Jennie continued after Ross’ silence. “Now, you be as nice to them as you would be to me,” she said with a condescending tone. “I’ve told them that they can get as rough as they need to if you fail to cooperate.”

After about five minutes, two beautiful young women in black evening dresses entered the room from the right side of the stage. As they approached, it was clear that these were no ordinary evening dresses. The mid-section of each was made of high quality garment leather, and the lower dress portions were a kind of black silk. Although decidedly unconventional, the dresses made each of the women more hauntingly attractive than they already were. They moved confidently to either side of Ross. The red-head on the left carried a small leather bag, and brunette on the right bent down to flick two switches at the base of the chair.

“I’m Mistress Amy,” the brunette began “and this is Mistress Rosie. I have deactivated the punishment mechanism so you can talk if you so choose. I have also activated a lock for the cables attached to your wrists.”

Ross had been sitting in a relaxed position with his arms resting naturally on the armrests of the chair. Only now did he realize that he lost his freedom of movement when he heard the Brunette nonchalantly flick the chair’s control switch. He tried to move his arms, but it was no use. Ross opened his mouth to speak, but then thought twice about it. He had only caused himself more trouble the last few times he tried to talk his way out of this. This time, he decided, he would take a different approach and play the cooperative captive. Besides, there were two of them. Female or not, they had a distinct advantage over him. Neither of them was strapped to a chair.

The women wasted no time in setting about their work. Mistress Amy, the brunette, unfastened the leather collar from around Ross’ neck and unlocked the cuff restraining his right wrist. While Ross’ neck and wrist were being freed, Mistress Rosie, the redhead, reached behind Ross’ chair and produced a finely crafted oak restraint – basically stocks. There was a large hole in the center for his neck, and two smaller holes on either side for his wrists.

Unlike ordinary stocks, these actually looked like they might be comfortable. Each hole was lined with padded leather and had an individual adjustment mechanism enabling it to be tailored to the wearer. Further, the piece was designed to enable each hole to be individually locked. Ross discovered this as they locked his right wrist in place. The women then locked the oak structure around his neck. Finally, they removed his left wrist and similarly restrained it in the device. Once the stocks were completely applied, the women adjusted each hole so that it was snug, but not uncomfortable.

Mistress Rosie then reached into the black leather bag and produced a pair of locking leather ankle cuffs attached by a two-foot length of heavy chain. Each woman applied an ankle cuff to one of Ross’ ankles while he was still confined to the chair. Finally, they completely removed the chair restraints enabling Ross to walk on his own. They began to lead him toward the stage. He felt like some sort of monster – his arms and neck stiffly swaying from side to side as he took small stumbling steps. He remarked sarcastically “Hey, look! It’s Frankenstein!”

The women couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re taking this pretty well considering your situation,” Mistress Amy observed. “Don’t you have any questions for us?”

“Well, honestly, I’m filled with questions, but the last few times I’ve asked, they’ve been answered in some rather nasty ways.” Ross paused. “I guess I just thought I’d be better off keeping my big mouth shut this time. There are two of you, and that could mean twice the trouble for me.”

No one spoke again until they reached the far end of the room. The women helped Ross negotiate the seven steps up to the stage and led him to the back of the modified sawhorse. With his ankle chain taut, his ankles lined up perfectly with two eye bolts installed on the sides of the rear legs of the saw horse. Mistress Rosie pulled two locks out of the bag and attached his ankle cuffs to the eye bolts.

Each woman then held on to one side of the stocks and pulled them forward causing Ross to straddle the sawhorse. Once the lower edge of the stocks made contact with the front of the sawhorse, Mistress Amy adjusted the length of the sawhorse using a knob under the center of the upper support. Once properly adjusted, a latch on the front of the saw horse became perfectly aligned with a mating piece on the bottom of the stocks, and with a “click” Ross became a part of the furniture as the stocks were attached to the sawhorse.

The two women turned and walked away from Ross.

“That’s it?” Ross questioned. “You’re just going to leave me here?”

The women stopped and looked at each other.

“You know, we almost forgot to gag him,” Mistress Amy said trying to sound ironic.

“Thank goodness he isn’t the strong silent type,” Mistress Rosie replied playfully, as she removed an over-sized ball gag from the black leather bag. “If he hadn’t opened his mouth, we could have gotten in big trouble.”

They turned around and crouched down in front of him. As they both looked directly at him, only inches away, Mistress Rosie whispered “This will prevent that mouth of yours from getting you in any more trouble.”

“Please. Wait!” Ross blurted out. Suddenly, with both women so intimately near him, he realized that he recognized them – and Jennie, as well. These were Susan’s new friends!

“I know you,” he continued.

“Really?” Mistress Rosie said incredulously. “How?”

“I used to date Susan. You’re her new friends, aren’t you?”

“Now why would we be interested in some girl named Susan’s ex-boyfriend?” Mistress Amy offered, not answering Ross’ question.

“Look. I know you’re her friends. I’ve tried to talk to her several times this semester, and one of you have always stopped me.”

“So what’s your point?” Mistress Rosie asked impatiently.

“I’ve got a date with her tonight. I’ve loved her since the first day I met her, and if I don’t show up for that date, I’ll probably lose her forever.”

The two women turned to each other and smiled beautifully evil smiles.

“I’m begging you! For God’s sake let me go!” Ross wailed as he struggled violently against his bonds. The attachments to the sawhorse rattled vigorously, but the women moved in to finish their task without emotion. Even though Ross was flailing his head, Mistress Amy held it still enough for Mistress Rosie to attach the ball gag – and rather tightly.

As sweat and tears began to roll down Ross’ face, the two women ignored his grunting and began to leave. They slowly walked toward the center of the room and stopped in the center talk. Mistress Rosie unconsciously tidied up the restraints on the leather chair. Jennie entered from the far end of the room dressed as the others in a black leather and silk evening dress. Presumably, she was now “Mistress” Jennie, and the sound of her spiked stiletto heels echoed through the room as the walked.

She met the other women in the center of the room and began to talk with them. Clearly, part of the discussion was centered on Mistress Jennie’s orders for the other two women. Toward the end of the discussion, though, Mistress Jennie stopped and turned to look at Ross. She then said something short to the two others, and they turned to leave. Mistress Jennie, however, picked up the remote and continued toward the stage.

Mistress Jennie took her time coming up to the stage. On her way, she used the remote control to reposition Scott in an extreme standing position. By the time she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Ross, the other two women had already wheeled in about 10 chairs and begun arranging them in front of the stage as though there would soon be a small audience.

Mistress Jennie straddled the back of the chair, slid close to Ross and sighed.

“I suppose you think that we’ve captured you to prevent you from making your date with Susan,” she said.

Ross tried his best to simply look away.

“Well, that couldn’t be further from the truth,” Mistress Jennie explained. “We’ve captured you to make certain that you do keep your date with Susan. In fact, you are our gift to her.”

Ross looked up at her with a tilted head.

“That’s right. The sorority party that Susan invited you to is actually taking place in this hall… on this stage. Mistresses Amy, Rosie and I are among her sorority sisters. Interested in hearing the rest of the story?” Mistress Jennie asked as though she were a spider inviting a fly to tea.

Ross tried to speak, but settled for nodding.

“Last year after Susan broke up with you, she decided to join our sorority. In fact, she and I took the pledge on the same day. Oh, it’s not one of the sororities officially sanctioned by the college, but it has a long and distinguished history. Our sisterhood celebrates the superiority of women over men. As a display of our superiority, we use our collective feminine attributes to select, entice and enslave the men we desire.”

Ross couldn’t believe his ears. There was no way that Susan would voluntarily go along with this.

Mistress Jennie continued. “Susan and I are celebrating our first anniversary with the sorority, Beta Delta Sigma Mu, and this party is in our honor. The party officially marks our advancement into the second level of the sorority, enabling each of us to select the man we wish to dominate.” Mistress Jennie paused to let the news sink in.

“Normally, a party such as this is intended to give the advancing sister a forum in which to announce her selection prior to capturing the lucky slave, but being Susan’s roommate, I overheard her invite you to the party.”

Mistress Jennie rose from her chair and began pacing in front of her audience.

“Now, I found this most peculiar. The honorees are supposed to come alone. Only the women in the higher ranks are allowed to bring dates, if you want to call them that. Naturally, I assumed that she was going to lure you here tonight to make the capture quick and easy. Of course, I like more of a challenge. Sadly, you didn’t really present one.” She sat back down, looked deep into Ross’ eyes and smiled.

“You were born to be a woman’s play thing. All it took was my silk blouse, a little light perfume and a smile before you practically begged me to place your wrist in my cuffs.”

Mistress Jennie rose and began moving off stage with the chair.

“Of course, I hadn’t intended to take your friend. It was just his lucky day, I guess. He’s kind of cute. I think I’ll keep him.”

Mistress Jennie stood at the side of the stage and used the remote to close the curtains.

“Now, you and your friend be good little stage props and wait until just the right moment to make your entrance tonight. We want Susan to be genuinely surprised in front of all of her sisters, don’t we? Did I mention that the leader of the regional chapter would be here tonight? Maybe she can give Susan a few pointers on how to properly punish you for that date we have tomorrow night.”

Ross renewed his futile attempts to escape as the curtains closed completely.

* * * * *

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