#tricked

From Chrystal Heights:

Katarina had always been the careful one. The planner. The plotter. Ashe, on the other hand, loved to play and tease. For months she had been giggling in Katarina’s ear, whispering filthy promises about how she’d pin the predatory huntress down one night, flood her womb until it swelled, turn her into a soft, round, waddling broodmare. Ashe’s laughter still echoed in Katarina’s head.

So Katarina decided it was time to teach her friend a lesson. She was going to give Ashe an embarrassing, undeniable baby-belly whether the teasing little minx liked it or not.

The Replacement

I’d been driving through the countryside for hours when my car finally gave out on a quiet back road. No cell signal, of course. The only house in sight was a modest place tucked behind some trees. I figured I’d ask to borrow a phone and call for a tow.

The front door was unlocked. I pushed it open and stepped inside.

That’s when I saw him.

A figure completely encased in shiny black rubber sat strapped to a sturdy wooden chair in the middle of the living room. Thick belts pinned his arms, chest, waist, and legs to the frame. A heavy gas mask hood covered his head, the large lenses reflecting the room light, the breathing hose dangling. His hands were trapped in smooth, rounded rubber mitts that rendered his fingers useless. Even his boots were locked into place with more straps. He looked completely helpless.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, rushing forward. “Are you okay?”

He made muffled sounds behind the mask. I quickly worked at the buckles, loosening the restraints one by one until he could stand. He pulled the hood off slowly, revealing a sweaty, exhausted face.

“Thank you,” he gasped. “I’m Roy. His name is Master… he kidnapped me months ago. He keeps me like this almost every day — hooded, gagged, locked in rubber. He goes into town for hours and just leaves me here.”

He described it in a shaky voice: the constant bondage, the way the thick latex clung to every inch of skin, the way the hood and mask turned the world into a dark, muffled prison. He sounded broken. I felt terrible for him.

Once he seemed steadier, he asked if I could give him a minute to collect himself. I nodded and stepped back. He paced a little, rubbing his wrists, then turned to me with surprisingly calm eyes.

“You know… the rubber actually feels incredible once you get used to it,” he said softly. “The way it squeezes you, hugs every curve… it’s intense, but kind of addictive.”

I laughed nervously. “Yeah, I’ll take your word for it.”

But he kept talking — calm, persuasive, almost hypnotic. He showed me the suit, still warm from his body. Before I knew it, I was curiously touching the glossy material. He helped me peel off my clothes and slide into the rubber. The suit was thick, heavy, and incredibly tight. It took effort to pull it over my legs, my torso, my arms. The sensation was overwhelming — cool at first, then warming rapidly as it sealed around me like a second skin.

Roy smiled. “See? Feels good, right?”

It did feel… strange. Powerful. Intimate.

He picked up the heavy gas mask hood. “To really understand it, you have to be fully in it. The restraint is part of the experience. Trust me — just for a minute, so you can feel what I’ve been going through.”

I hesitated, but he seemed so sincere, so grateful. I sat down in the chair. He started buckling the straps — slowly, carefully. First my legs, then my waist, chest, and arms. The thick belts clicked into place with finality. He slid the heavy mitts over my hands, turning them into useless black rubber balls, then handcuffed them to the sides of the chair. Finally, he lifted the hood.

The world went dark and tight as the thick rubber settled over my head. The gas mask lenses pressed against my face. I felt the gag slide between my teeth just before he sealed everything. My muffled protest came out as nothing more than a quiet groan.

Roy stepped back and looked at me — exactly as I had first found him.

Then his expression changed. The exhaustion vanished. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.

“Thanks for the rescue, man,” he said, pulling on one of my old shirts. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you. Master will be back soon. He’ll think you’re me — Roy. The new Roy. I’m finally free.”

I thrashed wildly against the straps, but they held perfectly. The mitts made my hands completely useless. The gag turned every shout into a pathetic, muffled whimper behind the gas mask. The rubber suit gripped me tighter with every movement, hot and inescapable.

Roy picked up his bag and headed for the door. He paused for one last look.

“Enjoy your new life. The hood and mask stay on a long time… sometimes for days. Master loves that.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

I was alone in the quiet house, completely sealed in shiny black rubber, strapped helplessly to the chair exactly as I’d first seen him. Every breath echoed loudly inside the mask. The latex clung to me like it had been made for my body. And somewhere outside, a car engine started — taking my old life away.

I heard tires on gravel.

Master was coming home.

I pulled desperately against the thick leather straps, but they didn’t budge even an inch. The heavy rubber mitts turned my hands into useless, shiny black balls, and the handcuffs locked to the chair made sure I couldn’t even twist my wrists. Every frantic movement just made the thick latex suit grip me tighter, hot and slick against my skin. The gag deep in my mouth turned every curse into a pathetic, wet gurgle behind the gas mask. My breathing echoed loudly inside the hood, fogging the lenses slightly with each panicked exhale.

I was completely helpless.

Then I heard the front door open.

Heavy footsteps crossed the floor. A deep, calm voice filled the room.

“Hey there, Roy. Miss me?”

Master stepped into view — a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late 30s with a short beard and calm, possessive eyes. He was carrying several shopping bags. He looked me up and down, clearly pleased with what he saw: me, sealed head-to-toe in shiny black rubber, strapped tightly to the chair exactly where he’d left the real Roy.

“Sorry I was gone so long,” he said casually, setting the bags down. “Traffic was a bitch. But I picked up some nice new toys for you.” He pulled out a thick leather harness with heavy D-rings, then a set of heavy metal cuffs connected by a short chain. “These are going to keep you a lot tighter tonight. No more of that squirming you like to do.”

He reached out and ran a gloved hand over the top of my hooded head, stroking the smooth rubber like he was petting an obedient pet.

“You know… I still remember the day I caught you,” he continued, a fond smile on his face as he reminisced. “You were out for a run on that lonely country road, all sweaty in those little shorts. Thought you were so tough. One quick chokehold from behind and you dropped like a sack. Woke up already zipped into your first rubber suit, gagged and hooded, right here in this chair.”

He chuckled softly, stepping closer until I could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of the new leather he’d bought.

“Best decision I ever made. You’ve been such a good boy since then, Roy. Even when you fight the straps… you always settle down eventually. The rubber owns you now.”

I screamed into the gag, thrashing wildly, trying to shake my head. The gas mask lenses flashed with the reflection of the room lights as I struggled, but it was completely useless. The straps held firm. The mitts kept my hands useless. The hood and gag turned all my protests into nothing but muffled, desperate noises.

Master just laughed quietly, misreading my panic for the usual resistance he was used to.

“Aw, look at you. Already excited to be played with. Don’t worry, boy. I’m not letting you out anytime soon.”

He picked up the new heavy harness and started unbuckling one of the existing straps across my chest, preparing to add even more layers of restraint.

“Welcome home, Roy.”

I was trapped.

Sealed.

Completely his now.

And he had no idea I wasn’t the man he thought I was.

Hours passed.

I lost track of time completely inside the heavy gas mask. The thick rubber hood turned the world into a stifling, muffled prison. Sweat rolled down my face and neck, trapped inside the suit. My muscles ached from the constant strain against the unyielding straps. Every breath was a loud, labored rasp through the filter. The gag kept my jaw sore and forced me to drool helplessly down my chin.

I had no choice but to endure.

Finally, I heard Master’s footsteps return. He stood in front of me and unbuckled the heavy gas mask hood with practiced ease. Cool air hit my sweat-soaked face as he pulled it off. I gasped, blinking against the sudden light.

Master froze.

His eyes widened in genuine surprise as he stared at my face — a face he had never seen before.

“What the fuck…?” he muttered.

I immediately started talking, my voice hoarse and desperate.

“Please… listen. My name isn’t Roy. I’m just some guy whose car broke down. I came in looking for a phone and found him tied up like that. He said you kidnapped him. I freed him… and he tricked me. He convinced me to try on the suit, then strapped me in here. He left me as his replacement so he could escape. Please, you have to believe me. Go after him — he can’t have gotten far!”

I thought that would be it. That any sane person would realize this was insane and let me go.

I was wrong.

Master listened quietly, his expression shifting from surprise to something darker — amusement. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face as I finished my story.

He let out a low chuckle, then started laughing properly.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he said, shaking his head. “Roy finally did something smart. He gave me a fresh upgrade.” He reached out and roughly grabbed my chin, tilting my face up to examine me closer. “New face. New body. New toy. And you walked right into it like a dumb little hero.”

I stared at him in horror. “Wait… you’re not going to—”

“Go chase after him?” He laughed again. “Hell no. He did me a favor. You’re mine now, boy. And since you were stupid enough to fall for his trick, I’m going to make damn sure no other hero tries to ‘save’ you.”

He stepped back and looked me over with new interest, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

“You’re going to be kept much more secure from now on. More straps. More locks. Maybe a permanent hood. We’ll weld some of these restraints on if we have to.” He smirked. “Can’t have you pulling the same stunt Roy did.”

Then the mocking really began.

“Look at you,” he taunted, circling the chair slowly. “Big strong hero rushes in to rescue the poor victim… and ends up sealed in his rubber suit, strapped to his chair, drooling behind his gag. You really believed him, didn’t you? Sat down willingly and let him buckle you in. Pathetic.”

He leaned in close, his voice low and cruel.

“Welcome to your new life… Roy. You’re going to look so good once I add all the new gear I bought today. And don’t worry — the mask is going back on right after I feed you. You’ll be spending a lot more time sealed up from now on.”

He picked up a bottle of water and a protein shake, clearly enjoying every second of my despair.

I was no longer a stranger who stumbled in.

I was the new Roy.

"I'm feeling kinda woozy guys! Thought coffee was supposed to wake you up!"

"Just take it easy! We'll look after ya!"

"Yeah! We'll make ya real comfortable. Real cosy, like!"

"You think he's gonna appreciate his new pyjamas!?"

"Unstrap me you fuckers! Get me out of this thing!"

"You're in that straitjacket to stay, Buddy! Accept it! Don't fight it!"

Resignation! Slow acceptance.

Peaceful acceptance the straitjacket is on to stay.

She was fine with what she called 'less-than-real' spankings but she would switch between teasing me that they 'weren't the real thing' and trying to convince me that I 'didn't want to know'.

In the end she had me working pretty hard to persuade her to show me what SHE thought a 'real' spanking was. She also got me to negotiate that she could give me another one in the future at the time of her choosing. I said once a month and she said 'whenever'. We ended up at no more than three a month.

"Except under unusual circumstances," she insisted. "Like, if you do something awful, and you've already had this month's allotment."

I didn't need to worry, she claimed, because it would probably never come up and anything I did could most likely be covered by the three I was allowing her.

For someone who didn't want to be giving them, she was making this pretty complicated!

As soon as she started, I found out why! I would have never agreed to ANYTHING if I'd known how she could spank when she wanted to!

Summery: now that you’ve meet the horsemen there is a plan that needs to be carried out.

Pairing: Jack wilder x Dylan’s niece!Reader

Warning: cussing, talking about picturing people naked

Notes: hope you like this one! GIFs are not mine! Parts 4-8 are up!

I slowly opened my eyes, my body begging for me to close them again. When I went to sit up I felt arms keeping me down. When looked I seen Jack holding me. Jack was holding me! I felt my face heating up, I was wide awake now and I didn’t know what to do. I looked at the time on my watch and realized that we had to meet up with the others soon. I grabbed Jacks arm and moved it off of me then sat up. I rubbed my eyes and looked down at him, his face was being lighten up by the sun, he looked calm and relaxed. I smiled softly to myself before I put my hand on his arm and softly shook him.

“Jack?” I said softly my voice slightly gruff from sleep. “We need to get ready for the plan” I added. I shook him softly trying to get him to at least open his eyes. “Come on Jack, you need to get ready” I groaned.

He opened his eyes slightly “you’re grumpy when you wake up” he joked. I rolled my eyes. I let my hand slid off of his arm. “I’ll get up, you get ready” He said as he sat up.

I huffed softly. “Okay, fine” I said as I stood up “I’m going to be in the bathroom, don’t walk in” I called as I walked out of the room.

“Not like you would mind” he joked. I could hear the smirk in his voice.

It made me roll my at eyes but at the same time, it made me blush

“Atlas, go” Dylan said into our ear pieces.

“No, Dylan, I can’t…” Atlas replied.

Merritt and I were walking behind Atlas, I was going to be a distraction while Merritt got Owen.

“What? What’s the problem?” Dylan asked

“No, there’s to many people” Atlas stammered

“Atlas, I got Owen landing now.”

“Okay, I’m going”

I turned into an elevator to go to the floor with the food. As I was going up I rubbed my hands on the chef uniform and swallowed. I walked out of the elevator and went next to the food counter waiting for my cue.

“Alright, Y/N, show these guys what you got” Dylan said.

I took a deep breath before I walked up to food area. “Hey” I smiled as I got behind the counter. “All these tools look hard to work with” I said as I picked up a saw looking thing.

“Hey put that down!” The guy said as tried to grabbed it from me.

“Yo what are you doing?” I said as I pulled it back. “You’re making a scene” I whispered as I pulled at the saw thing.

As we pulled and fought the saw thing accidentally went into my ‘arm.’ “Oh my god!” I yelled. “What have you done!”

I watched as Merritt grabbed Owen. “Look at this!” I looked back at the man who was working “help me!” I yelled “don’t just stand there after you did this to me! Help me!” I cried. I swung my arm around screaming and saying random things. A few lady’s came over to me with towels, they wrapped them around my arm. I seen Merritt come back and that’s when I looked back at them. “I think I need to go” I said as I pushed past them. “Thank you for the help, but I must be off” I gave a big wave causing the arm to fly off.

I ran off joining Merritt in the elevator. “Oh my god” I sighed. While I was in the elevator I began taking off the chef uniform I had on, under it was a black, long sleeve, dress, it went just above my knees. It came out to make it look like a nice casual dress. I had on boots that were only ankle high.

Merritt and I rushed out of the elevator and began walking to get back stage. I was slipping on jacket when Merritt spoke to me. “Good job kid” he said.

“Thank you” I smiled “I thought I had gone a little overboard but I guess not” I shrugged.

I was putting on a mic when Jack walked over. “I’m nervous and I’m not even going on stage” Jack said.

“Just picture everyone naked, that’s what I did when I meet you guys” I smiled.

“That’s kinda weird” Atlas said as he walked up.

“Don’t worry I stopped once I seen how hot you were, I couldn’t risk falling in love with you” I said sarcastically before rolling my eyes.

Merritt began talking to Atlas and I turned to Jack. “I’m sure you’re just nervous because you’re not ready for us to be back yet, but don’t worry, it’ll pass” I put my hand on is back and give it a small rub.

Jack closed his eyes and took a deep breath “Thank you” Jack smirked. “You’ll do great, you’re pretty so you have a good chance of having people love you.” Jack told me.

I blushed, tucking my hair behind my ears I looked away. “Thank you” I murmured. “You’re handsome” I looked at him “it’s a shame that you’re not on stage” I added. Jack gave me a smile before he walked away to let us get on stage.

I heard Merritt talking into his earpiece, then Own repeating on stage. I took a deep breath, trying to get myself ready. Once Merritt got through his whole spiel we jumped onto stage. Everyone began cheering and clapping. I wipe my hands on my dress and gave a big smile. “Have you meet our newest horsemen, Y/N?” Atlas said. I gave a big wave to everyone.

“Okay let me talk to you about your privacy. What is your privacy mean to you?” Atlas began. “Because apparently to Owen case it means absolutely nothing” Merritt continued “Actually it means less than absolutely nothing. You see he mocked your privacy. He scorned it” I added on “Right and we’re not just talking about the things you already agreed to” Atlas picked it up “when you sign probably without reading the terms and conditions of Octa one through seven.” He continued.

As we went on the crowd seemed interested, which is what I liked to see. As we all continued on I couldn’t help but smile. If this is what it felt like to be apart of the Horsemen I don’t know why I didn’t join sooner.

“Now, before we start the show, we had Owen agreed to some terms and conditions of our own,” I spoke “so everything that he once considered private-“ My mic was suddenly cut off. I looked at the other two not know what to do seeing as this was apart of the plan. Atlas walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder before he continued what I was saying. That was short lived because he was cut off the next second as well, then so was the whole stage.

A face popped up on the screen “as the horsemen like to say magic is about controlling perception. You see them as champions of truth, but are they?” The voice said. I looked at Atlas and Merritt. “What’s happening?” I asked. Both of them shrugged not know what’s going on. “Or is that just another one of their illusions?” The voice boomed. I looked around not knowing what’s to do. “So since they clearly love secrets, let’s reveal some of theirs.” The voice spoke.

“Danny, everyone, get off the stage. Abort. Jack, go with them” Dylan said into our earpieces. “I’ll see you at the meet up point.”

Atlas ran off into a back areas, I followed after him and so did Merritt. “Do we call the death of Jack Wilder?” I heard the voice say as we ran off. “What if I told you he’s not just alive but he’s actually right here.” The voice boomed.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Jack was just revealed as alive and now we’re being ran off at our own show. “Do you know who else is here? The FBI. Let’s let them in shall we?”

Even though we were running away I could still hear the voice. We ran to the back, going up some stairs which would led us to the roof. Jack joined us taking off his officer costume “they found me out” Jack said.

“We know, we heard” I told him as I climbed up the ladder

“And now for the big reveal.” The voice said “there’s a fifth Horsemen and he’s the biggest criminal of them all. FBI agent Dylan Rhodes.” Before I could hear anything else we were outside, running across the roof.

“We got to get to the truck let’s go!” Jack yelled.

“Move! Move!” Merritt yelled after

“Who were those guys?” I asked as I ran.

“Who cares? Come one!” Atlas shouted back to me.

“Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!” I yelled as we walked up more steps.

We got to this ladder and we climbed down on it. “How the hell could this happen?” Merritt asked once he was down. “I thought Dylan had everything under control”

“Yeah. apparently he didn’t” Atlas spat as he took off his mic.

“Maybe you’re the leak Dan” Merritt accuse him. “Where you been sneaking off to?” He added.

As I was the last to get down, but Jack was waiting for me to help me down. When I got close to the bottom he held his arms out and I climbed myself onto him.

“No. Don’t you dare for a second insinuate that I had-“ Atlas began. Jack set me down then turned to run “I’m not insinuating that your” Merritt argued

Jack cut him off “let’s get to the truck, come on!” He said running past them, me following after him.

We ran till we got to the black tube we need to jump down. “Y/N come one!” Atlas said as he slid down the tube me following after him.

Instead of us popping into the truck, we dropped down into three carts. I dropped down into the same one as Atlas. I sat up and looked around. We were in a kitchen… of a Chinese restaurant.

“What the hell is going on?” Jack asked getting out of his cart.

“Wasn’t there supposed to be a truck?” I asked.

“Where the hell are me?” Atlas asked.

Atlas got out of the cart then held his hand out to help me out of it as well. I grabbed his hand, hopped out, then I let go of his hand. A bunch of people were shouting at us, pushing us. Someone grabbed onto me and began pushing me out of the kitchen. Once we were thrown out of the kitchen we popped into the restaurant. A bunch of people looked at us like we were crazy.

“Okay, why are we here?” Atlas asked quietly. He looked around the place trying to find out where we were.

“Why am I starving?” I asked looking around at them.

“I’m weirdly starving, too” Jack said.

“This makes no sense” Merritt said pushing past Jack and Atlas. He walked outside leaving us in the restaurant.

Jack, Atlas and I walked over to the exit and then stood there waiting for Merritt to walk back inside.

“Hey if it makes up for anything, we are all surrounded by Chinese food” I said trying to lighten up the mood.

”Guys I think where we are right now they don’t refer to it as ‘Chinese food.’ It’s just called ‘food.’” Merritt said as he pushed past us.