Marge didn’t really take her defeat to Belle and her Burlesque House too lightly, and her opinions of the Madam soured even more when she was made to perform lousy ventriloquist acts to pay off the damage she had done. So when her debt was paid off she invited Belle over for a friendly cup of tea to commemorate. When Belle arrived she expected to be greeted by a warm smile and a cup of tea in hand. Instead she was met by an angry smirk and a rope and gag in hand! Belle, quick witted and quicker footed, tried to run away, screaming and hollering for help along the way. But her heavy dress and high heels slowed her down enough for Marge to grab her. As Belle’s wrist and ankles were bound tightly she continued to scream, for God’s sake she was in the middle of a suburban street how could no one hear her? Her cries for help were soon silenced as Marge tightly wrapped the thick gag over Belle’s mouth, muffling her cries and pleas. With that Marge loaded the thrashing madam into the trunk of her car and drove all the way to Capital City, where she found a little motel hidden away, the type of place where banging and muffled shouts wouldn’t attract attention and tied Belle securely to a chair in a room and left her there. Now Marge knew Belle was smart and resourceful, she also figured a…. “lady” such as her has been in enough bondage situations that she knows how to escape. Marge also knew without her at the Burlesque house business would falter, employees would leave and the doors would close in no time. Sure enough in a few days time Belle managed to get free on her own and in a few more days found her way back to Springfield where sure enough her business has closed. No one in town would believe her either. “What? Marge Simpson doing something so dastardly? Don’t be ridiculous!” Was all she was met with. Don’t be sad though. Belle packed her things, moved away and set up a new Burlesque house elsewhere, even managed to find all her employees and have them more lucrative employment. A better town, more money, her employees happier and more well off then ever and most important of all far, FAR away from Marge Simpson and any bastard thought like her. Still, she did have to thank Marge for one thing. Every now and again she would ask her most trusted employees to follow her into her own room, hand them some rope and a gag and just sit with her for an hour or two.

What? I had to end this on a happy note!

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