"Bye Stephanie! Thanks for the wonderful evening!" Mrs. Morgan said, as she stepped out the door. "I'd stay and help clean up, but I've got to get Amy here home before her parents start to worry."

"Good evening!" Miss Jones replied. "Oh, and don't forget about our little wager…"

"How could I forget…" Mrs. Jones shrugged. "Alright, just name your time and I'll be there!"

Rachel's mom had made a bet with her friend that her daughter would win the race. "It's been a while since I was the sub anyway…" She said, smiling. With a last wave, she turned and headed to her car, Amy following behind.

Miss Jones exchanged a few words with the last of the guests as they left, before heading back into the house. After the noisy babble of the party guests, the house sounded oddly quiet. Well not entirely quiet…

"mmmmmmph…" Nicole groaned into her gag, shifting to try and find a more comfortable position, at least as comfortable as her bonds would allow.

Following their loss in the obstacle course, Mistress Jones had seen fit to punish the two slaves, putting the two into a severe kneeling hogtie. The two slaves had been forced to change out of their now muddy maid costumes, and were once again wearing their slave girl outfits.

Mistress Jones had also seen fit to trade out their ballgags for two pairs several sizes larger. By now, both girl's jaws ached and they were drooling quite freely around the corners of their gags.

She'd kept the girl's blindfolded and plugged their ears, leaving them unable to see or hear the party going on around them, or the guests ogling the two. Both girls' faces were bright crimson with embarrassment. It didn't help, either, that both were obviously enjoying their bondage.  

"Alright slaves," Mistress Jones said, beginning to untie them. "Parties over." She yawned. "I tell you what, why don't we leave this and clean up in the morning." Nicole and Rachel mmmppphhh'ed in agreement as they stretched out limbs sore after being tied up so long. They got up on shaky feet and followed their mistress to get ready for bed…

Nicole woke the next morning, chained at the foot of Mistress Jones' bed by her ankle. Rachel lay next to her, half wrapped in their blanket. As Nicole slowly sat up, the dark room was suddenly filled with the bright early morning light as Mistress Jones opened the blinds.

"Wake up, slaves! We've got a lot of things to do today!" Mistress Jones cheerfully sang as she walked over to the two younger girls. Nicole blinked in the sudden bright light and sat up. Rachel rolled over and mumbled something.

"Come on, Rachel!" Mistress Jones said, kneeling down and shaking the sleeping girl. "Slave girls don't get to sleep in!" Rachel grumbled, but sat up, rubbing her eyes. Mistress Jones produced a small silver key from her robe and knelt to unlock the girl's ankles from their shackles.   

After breakfast, they spent the morning cleaning up after the party last night. With Miss Jones hanging over them with a riding crop, the girls worked diligently and by lunchtime, had the house clean again.

After a light lunch, Mistress Jones went through her closet and found a couple pairs of shoes that fit Nicole and Rachel, more or less. "Here, put these on." She said. "You'll need them." Nicole accepted the worn old pair of hiking boots with more than a little curiosity. What did Mistress Jones have planned? Were they going outside again?

As if to confirm her suspicions, after handcuffing the girls, Mistress Jones led her two slaves outside, to her SUV. Mistress Jones helped the two clamber up into the car and buckled them in. Before starting the car, she pulled out a pair of blindfolds and tied them over the girls' eyes. A second later, Nicole heard her get in the driver's seat and start the car.

The drive wasn't very long, only about five-ten minutes or so, by Nicole's guess, but it was more than enough time to arouse Nicole's curiosity. Where was Mistress Jones taken them? And what did she have planned for the two.

Nicole was more than a little disappointed then, when Miss Jones stopped, all of a sudden, and helped the girls out of the car. When the older woman removed her blindfold, Nicole found them at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. On either side of the road, loose woodlands and undergrowth stretched off on either direction.

As Nicole was looking around, Mistress Jones unlocked her handcuffs, and Rachel's. Taking one of the pairs of handcuffs, Mistress Jones locked one cuff around Rachel's right hand, and the other on Nicole's left wrist. Kneeling down, she locked it other around the girl's respective ankles.

"Alright slaves, since both of you were kind enough to stay an extra day I figured it only fair to give you a chance to earn your freedom." Mistress Jones said. She gestured off in the woods. "My house is about, oh, a mile, mile and a half, that way. The key to those handcuffs will be there. Make it there, and you're free. Who knows, you might even be able to find a way to turn the tables on me."

Mistress Jones smiled, evilly. "Of course, as they say, it won't be that easy." She reached into the car and menaced them with a brightly colored nerf gun. "I'll be out hunting you. If I catch you two before you can get the key, then your mine for the rest of the evening and we get to play some more."

She smiled. "Good luck!" Mistress Jones handed Rachel a small cellphone. "Just in case you get lost. You can always follow the road; it'll take you back to the house, eventually. Of course, if you do that, then I'll find you in no time."

She turned and got back in the car. "I'm, going to drive back to the house and drop off the key. That should give you two a nice head start, and then, let the hunt begin!"  Nicole watched Mistress Jones drive back down the road.

"Come on, Nicole." Rachel said. The two girls started stumbling forward. After a few yards, they managed to fall into a rhythm that let the move easily despite their restraints. "Are you sure this is the right way?" Nicole asked.

"Of course." Rachel replied. "Miss Jones is an old friend of my mom's. She let us come out here and go camping all the time. This isn't the first time she's dropped me and my sisters off on the side of the road tied up. Trust me; we'll be there in no time…"

***

Stephanie Jones was smiling to herself as she pulled up to her house and shut off the car. Assuming the two girls didn't get lost, she'd have an hour and a half, maybe a little more, to prepare for them to get back.

Miss Jones smile took a predatory edge to it. Why should she go running through the woods looking for them, when she knew exactly where they were coming? She walked onto the front porch and bent down to unlock the door.

All of the sudden, the woman was suddenly grabbed from behind, a strong arm wrapping around her chest, pining her arms to her sides. Before she could cry out, a second attacker clamped a gloved hand over her mouth. A third knelt and grabbed Miss Jones' flailing, kicking legs.

As their prisoner squirmed ineffectively in their grasp, the attackers manhandled her inside. Roughly, she was pushed to the ground; face first, into the carpet. She squirmed as one of the attackers pressed one knee into her back, easily keeping her pressed down, helpless.

Miss Jones had captured and tied up plenty of people during her games with Mrs. Morgan and their other friends. This was probably a game right now, though at the moment, she had no clue who else was playing, or what the rules are, only that she was losing.

She'd also been captured tied up herself as well, too many times to count. She knew when she was beaten, and this was one of those times. She knew all too well what was coming. While one kidnapper held her pinned down, a second kidnapper started tying her legs together with rope. The third raised up Stephanie's head to push a balled up cloth between her lips.

A strip of cloth was slipped between Stephanie's teeth, and tied tightly behind her head, holding the gag in. Another cloth was tied over her eyes as a blindfold, leaving her in darkness. The man sitting on her got up, to let one of his partners bind her wrists. In only a few short minutes, Stephanie Jones had gone from the captor, to a pitifully helpless, hogtied, gaged captive.

Her captors stood up, watching Stephanie as she struggled. Miss Jones felt one of them kneel and feel through her jacket pockets, removing their contents. A second later, one of them spoke, to her surprise, a woman. "You to go get ready for the two girls to get back. I'll make sure Miss Jones doesn't go anywhere."

"You sure?" A man said. "She's not going anywhere."

"Trust me," the woman replied. "I've seen her escape more complex ties. I'm not taking my eyes off her..."

***

"There!" Rachel said triumphantly, as Miss Jones' house came into view, in the distance, between a pair of trees. "Told you I knew where I was going!"

Nicole, who had been of the opinion that they'd been going around in circles this whole time, merely shrugged. The two girls trudged towards the house in silence, both too worn to talk much. They'd kept to the thicker parts of the forest, in case they ran into Miss Jones out hunting them.

They'd had a tough time, making their way through the underbrush. The chains of the handcuffs linking the two girls had kept getting caught, and the rough, broken ground would have been slow going, even had they not been chained together at the ankle.

Both girl's slave outfits had been ripped and torn in various places, snagged on tree branches or bushes. Their bare legs had more than a few scraps and scratches as well. Luckily, it hadn't been as cold today as yesterday, though that might have been because this time, they both had their clothes on. At the very least, the trees stopped the freezing wind. So long as they'd kept moving, both girls were more than warm enough.    

"Hold on!" Nicole suddenly said, before they stepped into the clearing of Miss Jones backyard. "I just had a thought. What if she's waiting for us here? She knows we have to come here sooner or later, to get the key to these handcuffs. Why should she bother looking for us, when she can just wait for us to come to her."

"I didn't think of that…" Rachel said. She bit her lip, thinking. "Alright, well, we can't just sit here all day. Sooner or later, we need to get that key. Let's head inside, but slowly. Keep an eye out for any sign for Miss Jones!"

The two girls cautiously crept across the backyard, glancing around for any sign of their mistress. Nicole wished the chains on their handcuffs didn't rattle so much when they walked around, certain even the slightest noise would give them away.

To her surprise, they made it to the house without even seeing Miss Jones, and entered the kitchen through the backdoor. The keys to the handcuffs were lying on the kitchen table. A few short moments searching for the right keys, and the two girls were free!

"Guess she was out looking for us, then." Nicole said.

"Good." Rachel replied. "Then, before she gets back, I think we ought to prepare a little surprise for her, don't you agree?" Nicole nodded. "Right then," Rachel continued, "Let's split up and look around, see if you can find anything we can use to help capture her."

Nicole headed out of the kitchen towards Miss Jones' bedroom. With any luck, she'd be able to find their former mistress' stash of bondage supplies. In her head, Nicole was already thinking up the best ways to restrain and humble Miss Jones when they caught her.

"mmmmmph…" Nicole paused outside the door to Miss Jones' bedroom. A soft moaning was coming from inside. Cautiously, she opened the door and peaked inside. Nicole's eyes  widened in surprise. The older woman had been stripped down to her underwear and lay on the bed, bound and gagged.  
Someone had obviously gone to great lengths, both to make sure Miss Jones wasn't going to be able to get free anytime soon, and that she was very uncomfortable during her captivity. She'd been bound at her ankles, knees, wrists and elbows.

Her arms and legs had been tied off to the head and foot of the bed, respectively, stretching the woman out tautly. More rope had been tied over Miss Jones' chest, shibari style, circling her breasts, ending in a tight crotch rope between her bound legs.

A large ballgag was held between Miss Jones' lips, held in place with a number of leather straps, circling her head. Drool had pooled around the corners of her mouth. She'd been gagged like this a while then. A large blindfold and a pair of earplugs completed Miss Jones' predicament.

"Wait…" Nicole thought to herself. She began to turn around, but it was too late. A gloved hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off the teenage girl's startled cry. A second arm wrapped around her waist, pining Nicole's arms to her side…

***

"MMMPPPHHH!!!" Rachel grunted angrily into her gag as she squirmed in the grasp of her captor. She kicked her bound legs futilely, but it was obvious she wasn't getting free anytime soon.

The young woman had been surprised by a pair of masked men who'd proceeded to tie her up and gag her. One of her captors had tossed their struggling prisoner over one shoulder to carry her to the next room.

The masked man set Rachel down on the floor next to Nicole. Rachel's friend had been bound and gagged as well. She glanced over at Rachel and "mmmppphhh'ed" apologetically. Looking around, Rachel saw her two captors, along with a woman, also wearing a ski mask. Miss Jones was still tied to the bed, oblivious to what was going on outside her own personal torments.

"Is this all of them?" The woman said.

"Yeah, I think so." One of the men replied.

"What about that Asian girl that was with them last night? Where's she?"

"She came with Mrs. Morgan. I think she took her home."

They were at the party last night! Nicole thought to herself. All of a sudden, she remembered the conversation she'd overheard, the three of them plotting. She'd put the incident out of her mind. Looks like she shouldn't have discounted it so lightly…

"Well then," The woman said, looking over her prisoners, with an evil grin "Let's get them ready to go…"