Gotcha Journalism - Part Two (Variants) (Patreon)

-Story by SaltyTrog-

The meeting went well all things considered. With a microphone nestled between April’s busty boobs, her body bound with mic cables and duct tape in a tight hogtie, and Jam holding onto her, the day was a win. The resident captor of the PG, an interdimensional housing facility for all sorts of lovely ladies who just needed some time bound gvgged, gasping for air, and enjoying all life had to offer, had recently been on the hunt for the lovely red headed reporter. After a day of searching, she finally had her woman too.

“Welcome Miss April! I understand you’re looking to fill our journalist’s tenure here at the PG. You’ll have all the hard hitting interviews you can handle. One thing though, you can understand gvg talk, right?” Jam said with enthusiasm in her voice as she hefted April in her hogtie. The red headed reporter grunting softly as the bondage was tight, but honestly more comfortable in a strange way than most of the times she’d been captured in her career as a professional damsel in distress.

“Yes. Like a second language, in fact.” April answered with a smug look, knowing full well just how good she was at understanding gvg talk. She’d tried endless hours of trying to talk with a gvgged mouth, she knew what sounded like what.

“Excellent! Because all of your interviews will be in said language. We’re aware of your credentials in being bound and gvgged. I’ll just have to brief you on some of the nuances in the field. Please be sure to have your all-access pass with you at all times, to get the full PG treatment.” Jam said, carrying April into her new home, the PG materialized around them after stepping into a portal that Jam had simply snapped into existence. The scents and sounds of New York City vanishing only to be replaced with the faint sounds of muffled moans of pleasure.

“All-access pass? I can’t even move.” April quipped, trying to struggle as best she could but only managing to jostle the mic stuffed in her chest, shifting her shoulders and legs to only get the creak of stretching duct tape.

“Why don’t I just show you what the pass is for, rather than tell you.” Jam said, setting April down on a pedestal, the place she’d always imagined herself being an ace reporter, now finally there as a bound damsel. Without waiting for a response, Jam pushed a wad of red cloth into her awaiting bondage model's mouth, the wad fitting in perfectly, as if April’s mouth was made to be gvgged. With only a grunt of adjustment, April felt the first strip of duct tape press to her lips, Jam starting to preen it down with her thumbs. The imprints of her lips showing perfectly, April knew that this would likely be her toughest gvg yet. The second strip furthered that idea, and the fourth and fifth solidified it. Once the strip over her nose was smoothed down, April let out a groan of enjoyment at the realization that Jam really did know her stuff, the tape gvg easily the most silencing she’d ever encountered.

“It’s nice to finally see you gvgged with duct tape. After all those run ins you’ve had, I’m surprised no one had any tape on hand. It really makes kidnapping damsels easier. And silencing them is much more efficient. Wouldn’t you agree?” Jam asked as she smoothed down the final piece over April's plump lips and stuffed mouth.

“Mmhmm…” April moaned in a breathy tone, her struggles growing as she took pleasure in the inescapable bondage she’d been subjected to. However her struggles began to grow more intense as something in Jam’s hand was presented before her nose. “Mmmph?” She let out, before suddenly a foam plug was pressed into her right nostril, the twin joining in her left. The jumpsuit clad April suddenly found herself unable to breathe, and tried her best to force the plugs from her nose to no success. Her eyes shot wide open in worry, but Jam simply stroked her hair tenderly.

“This… Well this is breathplay. It’s one of the most effective ways to keep attitudes in check. After all, you can’t fight if you can’t breathe, right? Just remain calm. I’ll take care of you. We always practice it safely at the PG. Any sign of disobedience though and… You’re free to try it for yourself.” Jam instructed, tapping April on her nose domineeringly. April shouted in annoyance and worry, but after some minutes, she found that as much as she felt like she might just pass out, she still hadn’t. Her chest grew tight, a dull ache, and her muscles felt tired and sluggish, but still she had yet to faint.

“Don’t worry, no matter how long you stay like that, no matter how tight, no matter what, you won’t be in any danger. I control this place, and I control everything about everyone here. Including who gets to breathe, and when they get to breathe. And right now, that means you. So enjoy your breathplay, by all means. It’s a staple for every guest at the PG, and I’m sure you’ll love it in time. It’s an acquired taste, but a favorite among the residents. I’m sure Roze could tell you all about it, if she could talk.” Jam smiled devilishly.

“HMPH!” April cried out, barely able to make any noise now, the oxygen trapped in her lungs enough to emit gvgged cries, but nothing too loud, or fuel any true fight. Next came a large white cloth, plain and simple, but tightly draped over her nose and mouth, Jam knotting it tightly behind her head.

“I’m sure this gvg needs no introduction for you, Ms. April. It is a part of your signature look after all. But as you can attest to it, the stuffing and duct tape really completes the effectiveness of your favorite gvg.” Jam smiled, feeling the contours of the duct tape below the over the nose gvg that had become April’s most common gvg, reinforced with duct tape and cloth stuffing. The final piece of April’s bondage came in the form of a white hood shown off to her before being slipped over her face, tightly hugging her head and compressing it. A hood that April realized had no holes for her nose, mouth, eyes, or ears. A pure latex prison for her head.

“And lastly, for now anyway, is your latex hood. Good luck trying to get it off, as well as trying to see, speak, hear, or breathe. It’s a little mean admittedly, but you look amazing! And if I really wanted to be mean, I’d have it vacuum sealed from the get go. Imagine if Bebop, Rocksteady, Baxter Stockman, the Rat King, or even Shredder, used this. Wow you’re a very popular damsel. There would have been no way for you to warn the turtles! LOL.” Jam laughed, buckling the belt around her throat snuggly, ensuring that there was no way any air could even hope to get in, and April would be unable to get it off. The way it tightly clung to her face, her mouth, nose, eyes, all of it tightly shown as the white latex perfectly matched her outfit colors.

“Now then, let's get you into your complimentary latex straightjacket and you can get right to work. I have your first interview already lined up, and she’s very eager to share her experiences with you.” Jam said, hefting April once more into the air by her hogtie, carrying her deeper into her new home in the PG.