Dawn was still a few hours away, not that it was possible to tell down in the cramped basement that was the hideout of the 'Roses' Gang. If one listened carefully, they could hear the sounds of cars driving and pedestrians walking, muffled through the thick concrete walls that separated the hideout from the outside world.

Abigail 'Abbey' Smith was the leader of the gang. The 25-year old woman had a tall, athletic body with a sharp, angular face and thin, pointed nose. Her hair was dyed black, with ice-blue highlights and cut short and spiky.

"oo-oh myyyy go-od!!!" Abbey moaned. The gang leader lay back on the worn old sofa. She had on her usual black leather jacket, the right sleeve marked with a patch in the shape of a rosebud. Her ripped jeans and panties were pulled down. A young woman knelt in front of Abbey. She had shoulder length blonde hair, pulled back in pigtails, and large blue eyes. At the moment, her head lowered between Abbey's legs. She was furiously licking Abbey's pussy with her tongue, sending waves of pleasure running through the older girl's body.

Not by choice, though. Abbe had the barrel of a snub-nosed revolver pressed against the sobbing girl's head. The captive girl was stripped naked; her hands were lashed behind her back with rope. Her feet had been similarly crossed and tightly bound. A cloth band hung around the girl's neck, not too long ago; it had been used to gag her. A wad of slightly damp cloth lay on the couch beside Abbey, the girl's panties, which had been stuffed in to keep her quiet.

Sitting beside Abbey on the couch was her right-hand woman, Jay Miller. She was tall and thin, with dark brown hair cut short. Like Abbey, she also had a helpless prisoner between her legs, pleasuring her with her tongue. Hers was an Asian girl with a cute face and hot body. Like her friend, she was stripped naked and bound hand and foot.

The two sobbing captives were a pair of coeds from the nearby university town, come into the big city for a taste of the nightlife. About an hour ago, Abbey and her gang had spotted the two girls leaving one of the nightclubs and followed them until they came to an isolated street where they could grab them. The two had been so drunk at the time, they'd hardly realized the danger they were in before Abbey and her girls had grabbed the unlucky coeds and tossed them in the back of the gang's car.

They certainly realized it now. The blonde girl whimpered, miserably, pulling back. Grinning, Abbey pressed the gun to her head. "Keep at it, bitch!" She ordered. Glumly, the captive girl resumed her half-hearted licking. Abbey moaned, getting off as much from the rush of humiliating her helpless prisoner as the girl's tongue on her pussy. In front of the couch, the gang's widescreen TV was turned on, the volume turned up, to cover up the sound of the captive's sobbing and their captor's moans. None of the women were paying any attention to what the anchorwoman on the screen was saying.

"Oh God, yes!" With another loud moan, Abbey climaxed. She lay back, panting in the rush of her orgasm. At her feet, the blond captive hung her head, face red with shame, blue eyes filled with tears. Smiling, the gang leader stood, pulling her jeans up and buckling her belt. Abbey reached down and grabbed the sodden mass of panties. She stuffed it in the captive's mouth, enjoying the look of revulsion on the coed's face. Abbey pulled the girl's gag back up, to keep her from spitting it out. "Not bad..." she told the blond girl. “I’m tempted to let you two live..." She grinned, hearing the muffled whimper of fear that escaped the sobbing girl's gagged lips.

In actuality, Abbey had no intentions of killing the two coeds, as fun as taunting them with the threat was. No, she had something else planned for them. Unluckily for the two girls, as they would find out soon enough, one of the gang's fences had some connections with a group that sold hot young girls like them around the world as sex slaves.

Not long after Abbey finished, Jay groaned and came as well. She stood and gagged her captive plaything as well. "Well girls, since you were kind enough to pleasure us, I think you should get a reward..." Abbey told the two girls kneeling at her feet. She walked over to a nearby table. Laid out on the surface was a wide variety of dildoes, vibrators, nipple clamps and other sex toys. She grabbed a large, silver vibrator and a roll of tape. Jay selected a matching pair of pink rubber vibrators.

Turning back to their captives, the two gang members grabbed them. The blond girl squirmed, helplessly, against her bonds and Abbey rolled over onto her belly. She squealed into her gag, face flushing red, as her captor slid the vibrator between her. She gave another, louder squeal when Abbey turned it on full. Grinning, the older woman ripped a length of tape from the roll and pressed it over her captive's sex, to keep the vibrator in. Beside her, Jay was doing the same.

The two captors sat on the couch to watch the show. The coeds squirmed on the floor, kicking and bucking as the plugs in them went to work, bringing them closer and closer to unwilling orgasm.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Abbey sighed. Blondie looked like she was getting close. The gang leader stood and walked across the small room to the basement apartment's door. "Who is it?" She asked.

"It's me and Red." She heard a voice reply. Abbey undid the deadbolt and opened the door. Standing on the other side of the door were the other two members of her gang. The first was a short, young woman. Carol "Red" Anderson, named for her fiery red hair, which she was currently wearing shoulder length, swept to one side. Beside her was Samantha "Sam" Charles. She was of medium height and build, with light brown hair and short curly black hair. Both girls were wearing leather jackets like Abbey's.

"We got it." Red said as Abbey stepped back to let them in. "Hit six different ATMs, cleared out both girls' bank accounts, maxed out all their credit cards, came to a couple thousand dollars each." She held up a bag, stuffed with bills. After they'd stripped their captives' of their clothes and jewelry, the gang had gone through their purses, looking for loose cash and cards. With some 'persuasion' the girls had been convinced to give up their account numbers and passwords. While Red and Sam had gone out to get the money, Abbey and Jay had decided to amuse themselves with the helpless coeds...

The three walked back to the couch. The two newcomers decided to try the girls out as well and soon the two sobbing prisoners were back at it, pleasuring their kidnappers, now with the added distraction of the vibrators between their legs.
Abbey walked across the apartment, to a fridge, stuck in the corner. Opening it up, she pulled out a pair of beers. Walking back, she glanced over at the TV. The reporter was still talking, some celebrity gossip piece. A picture appeared beside the reporter. It showed a woman, who looked to be in her thirties, with dark black skin. Her hair was long and dyed bright red. Abbey watched as the woman walked out of a fancy hotel, past crowds of paparazzi and reporters.
"Miss Sheol, the famed celebrity, is in town this weekend..." The reporter said. "When asked what her plans were, she simply said she was here to 'take in the sights, meet people and have fun." Abbey listened to the news for a little while longer, trying to figure out what this 'Sheol' was famous for, Abbey had never heard of her, but the news anchor didn't say. After finishing, she continued to another news story about some financial crimes on Wall Street.
Abbey sighed. "Another worthless celebrity, famous for being famous." She thought to herself. Reaching the couch again, she handed one of the cans to Jay. She opened the other and took a sip, turning her attention back to the gang's captives. "I think we'll take these two over to Harry's tomorrow evening." She told Jay, who nodded. Abbey grinned. "Until then, they're all ours..."

***

It was evening, a few days later. The two coeds Abbey and her girls had kidnapped were somewhere on the other side of the world, beginning their new lives as sex slaves and now the four of them were out on the streets again, looking for their next set of victims.

The young woman strode down the street, giving an evil glare to anyone who wasn't quick enough to get out of her way. Her gang followed along behind her. It was still early in the evening; things hadn't gotten started happening on the street of upscale clubs and dance halls. A few places were starting to open, lines of hopefuls were beginning to form outside some of the trendier hotspots, young men and women standing in line, waiting for a chance to try and impress the bouncers and get in.

As she passed by, Abbey scanned the crowds, looking for likely targets. "A CEO, drunk on his expense account, with a wallet full of cash..." she thought. “Jump him in the alley, easy pickings..." she glanced over at a trio of giggling girls as they passed by, dressed out for a night clubbing in tight, skimpy dresses and heels. "Or maybe a couple more coeds, like the last two, coming in to town to spend mommy and daddy's money? We'd get plenty of cash off of them and even more from Harry's contacts when we sell them..."

Just then, a flash of color caught Abbey's eyes. She turned, seeing a woman walking down the street towards the group. She looked to be in her early 30s, with very dark skin and bright red hair. She was wearing a micro-dress the same shade of red as her hair and high-heeled leather boots that reached up to her thighs. It took Abbey a moment to place where she'd seen this woman before when it hit her: Miss Sheol! The famous-for-being-famous celebrity!

To her surprise, Sheol walked straight up to the four women. "Hello!" She said, flashing a bright smile at the stunned gang. "I'm new in town and looking to have a good time. You look like a fun loving bunch of woman, know a place where we can go and party?"

Abbey recovered from her surprise quickly. She quickly adopted a friendly grin. "Of course! These clubs are lame anyway. We know a much better place. Come with us, we'll show you the time of your life! Come on girls!" She waved for her gang, turning. "This is too perfect!" She thought to herself. Mugging businessmen or kidnapping schoolgirls was one thing, but abducting a celebrity would be something else altogether!

"Abbey!" Jay whispered insistently, running up beside her friend. "Have you gone crazy? We can't kidnap her. She not just some random girls. She's a celebrity, she's important! We grab her; the police won't stop looking for her until they find us and throw us all in prison."

"Relax!" Abbey shot back, glancing over her shoulder at the celebrity. To her relief, Sheol hadn't noticed the two's conversation, chatting with Sam and Red without a care in the world. Turning back to Jay, she continued. "It's simple; we lure her back to the hideout, grab her. We ought to be able to get a sizable ransom for her..."

"But she's seen us!" Jay interrupted. "She'll tell the cops what we look like!"

"Which is why we're not going to release her after they pay up." Abbey replied. "We're going to sell her to Henry's contacts. They paid good money for a pair of cute schoolgirls, I'm sure they'll pay through the nose for a fine piece of art like her..." she nodded over her shoulder at the redheaded woman. "and a famous celebrity to boot! That's gotta be worth a lot to. We pull this off; we'll be set for life!"

"Alright, but I still got bad feeling about this..." Jay muttered.

Abbey ignored her. She led them along a circuitous route, sticking to the less crowded streets. She wanted as few people as possible to see her gang with the celebrity the night she went missing. The entire time, Abbey worried someone else would recognize Sheol and ask for an autograph or something, but to her relief, no one did and before long, they'd made it back to their hideout.

Abbey glanced around, making sure there was no one looking as she waved Sheol into the building. "Right down those stairs," she said, pointing to a stairwell going down to the basement. "Trust me; this is a really jumping place when it gets going..." She grinned. This was all going perfectly.

“Alright, miss Celebrity…” Abbey said, drawing her pistol as Sheol entered their hideout. “End of the line.” She pointed her pistol at the other woman. “Hands up.”

Over the years, the gang had robbed or kidnapped dozens of people. They’d seen all kinds of reactions from their victims when the ropes came out. Some got scared, others got angry. Some begged for mercy, others simply stared in shock, unable to believe this was happening. They’d never had someone turn, a wide grin on her face.

“Is this a kidnapping?” Sheol said, cheerfully. “Are you going to tie me up now?” If she was worried at all by the woman pointing a pistol at her, she didn’t show it.

Abbey stared for a moment, unsure what was happening. “uh…ye-yes, that’s right! You’d better hope your people pay up to!” She nodded to Sam. “Grab that tape and tie her to a chair in the closet.”

“Should we strip her first?” Sam whispered as she stepped forward.

Abbey shook her head. “We may need a ransom photo, to convince them we’ve got her. They might get upset if we’ve roughed up their star. Don’t worry, we can have lots of fun with her before we sell her to the slavers.”

Together, Abbey and Sam dragged their unresisting captive to the hideout’s small closet. While Sam grabbed a roll of duct tape from the nearby table, Abbey found a wooden chair and had Sheol sit in it. Her hands were crossed and taped together, behind the back of the chair and several coils of tape were wound around her chest and the chair, ensuring she couldn’t get out of it. They taped her legs to the front two chair legs, at the ankles.

Before gagging her, Abbey asked Sheol to tell them how to get in contact with her managers, to arrange a ransom. “Call my agent, Jamie.” She said, giving them the number.

“Thanks! That’s what I needed to know…” Abbey said, as Sam slapped several strips of tape over the captive woman’s lips. Abbey grabbed Sheol’s purse and searched through it, ignoring some of the things she found, until she pulled out Sheol’s cellphone. As Abbey dialed the number Sheol had given her, she and Sam walked over to the couch, where the other two gang members were sitting and joined them.

The phone rang a few times before someone picked it up. “Hello. This is Jamie, agent to the stars. How may I help you?” A female voice on the other end said.

“Listen bitch!” Abbey said, in her most evil voice, “We’ve kidnapped your star Sheol. Unless you pay us a ransom of one million do-no, make then ten million dollars, we’ll chop her up into chum and dump her in the bay, ha ha!”

The woman on the other end of the line thought a moment. “I see,” she said, her voice still calm. “That is unfortunate. However, I do not have the authorization to pay out a ransom of that size. Please get in contact with our Office of Public Relations.”

“What! No, you don’t understand. We’ve kidnapped Sheol and we’re going to kill her if you don’t pay us the mon-What!” Abbey stared at the phone as the other woman hung up. “She hung up on me!”

“Oh, I guess that didn’t work. Sorry about that…” Sheol said, from behind Abbey. The four gang members jumped to their feet, turning around. Their ‘captive’ was standing behind them, leaning on the back of the couch, a sly grin on her face.

“Don’t move, bitch!” Abbey said, grabbing for her gun. She felt a little foolish as she said it. For whatever reason, Sheol didn’t seem that interested in running away. She shot a dirty glance at Sam, who shrugged sheepishly. “Red, take her back to the closet and tie her up properly!”

Red nodded, as she stepped around the couch to drag Sheol back to the closet. Grabbing several coils of rope, Abbey and Red bound Sheol’s arms in a tight box tie behind her back and tied her legs together at the ankles and knees. The loose end of the rope around her ankles was tied to the rope around her wrists, while the excess rope on the binding on her knees was looped around Sheol’s neck and tied down, lashing her into a tight ball.

“Try calling my PR girl.” Sheol suggested, giving them another number, before Abbey stuffed a rag into her mouth. She grabbed a towel and knotted it in the middle. This was forced between Sheol’s teeth, and the ends of the towel tied around behind her head in a makeshift cleave gag.

“Alright…” Abbey said in frustration, as Red grabbed the keys and locked the closet door shut. She dialed the number, taking a seat on the couch again. After a few rings, someone picked up.

“Hello, this is Public Relations Manager and Chief Hostage Negotiator Savannah Edwards.” Another woman said.

“Look,” Abbey said, “We’ve kidnapped your boss, Sheol and if you guys don’t pay us a ransom of ten million dollars we’re going to kill her.”

“I see,” Savannah said. “And have you filled out a form Kc-132b, standard kidnap-ransom negotiation. It’s yellow.”

“What! No, no I haven’t filled out any goddamned form 132b.” Abbie shouted into the phone.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but getting angry isn’t going to help either of us.” Savannah said. “Now, without a properly filled out Kc-132b, I can’t do anything to help you. All our forms are available online. I’m sure you won’t have any trouble filling it out and mailing it in.” Before Abbey could say anything, the other woman hung up.

“God Damn it!” Abbey screamed in frustration.

“Oh right, I forgot about those new forms. I’m sure it won’t take you long to fill that out, if I remember correctly, it’s only 158 pages long…”

Abbey turned around, eyes wide with shock. Sure enough, Sheol was leaning over the back of the couch, still grinning and quite free of her restraints. Abbey turned. The closet door was open. Inside was a pile of tangled ropes.

“That’s it!” Abbey exploded in rage. “We are going to make sure you don’t get free this time!”

Three of the gang waited with Sheol while Jay made a special trip to a bondage-fetish shop a couple blocks down the street. Twenty minutes later, she returned, carrying several large bags.

Back in the closet, Sheol was secured again. Her arms were cinched in a tight leather monoglove. Leather straps attached to it circled her torso, pinning her arms to her back. A similar sheath was used to secure her legs, every strap on both pulled as tight as they could and locked in place with a dozen small brass padlocks. Both pieces had several D-rings, spaced along their entire length.

A thick leather collar and a leather hood with a built in gag were put on Sheol as well. Padlocks ensured they couldn’t be removed without the key Abbey had in her pocket. A chain was run from Sheol’s feet to a ring on the back of her collar, stretching her into an extremely strict hogtie. The final touch was a dozen 50lb lead weights which were chained to her by the D-rings on her bonds.

“There! She isn’t going anywhere!” Abbey said, as she started for the door. She slapped a hand to her face. “Ah Shit! I forgot to ask her who to call next!” Fifteen minutes later, they had unlocked the padlocks and removed Sheol’s collar, hood and gagged, asked her who to call and replaced all her restraints. Abbey locked the closet door and leaned a chair underneath the door knob.

“Fuck it…” Abbey said quietly, as she dialed the last number. Someone named ‘Catharsis’, though for some reason Sheol said they should call her ‘Cathy’. “If this doesn’t work, we’re just going to sell her to Henry and the slavers…” the phone rang.

“Hello. This is Catharsis. How may I help you.” A third woman said.

“Look, we’ve kidnapped Sheol. If you don’t pay us a ransom of ten million dollars we’ll kill her.” Abbey said.

“Well, ten million seems a fair amount.” Catharsis replied. “I’m sure we can arrange transfer of the money to you ASAP.” Abbey grinned. Finally, things were starting to work out… “How about-oh hang on…” Abbey frowned. “Hang on,” Catharsis said. “I’ve got another call on the line.”

“No no no no no!” Abbey said, but a moment later, the sound of electronic classical music began playing on the other end. “Shit!” she said angrily. She waited the better part of half an hour. Finally, the hold music ended.

“Sorry about that,” Catharsis said. “Savannah and Jamie were on the other line. We’re trying to make plans for dinner this evening and we can’t agree on the place to go. You might want to get comfortable. This may take a couple hours…” Before Abbey could say another word the hold music started up again.

“Fuck!” Abbey swore, angrily hurling the phone across the room at the wall. “That’s it. This is over!”

“I agree!”

Abbey was almost expecting Sheol to be standing behind the couch. Blind with rage, the gang leader turned, drawing her gun. She pointed it at the other woman and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Stunned, Abbey stared at her gun for a second, wondering if it had jammed. A moment later, the gun vanished. “What the hell!?!”

Sheol’s eyes flashed red. The four kidnappers cried out in shock as their clothes began to move. The fibers of the cloth spread apart, running across their bodies. In mere seconds, they had woven themselves into ropes, which quickly bound the four now naked woman’s hands and feet.

“What the fuck is going onmmmppphhh!!!” Abbey groaned as her panties flew up and stuffed themselves into her mouth. Her bra wrapped itself around her head forming a makeshift gag. The other three groaned as they were gagged as well.

“Well, it’s been fun, but I think it’s time we move this little game somewhere else…” Sheol said. She snapped her fingers. The four stared in horror as a portal opened in the middle of the room. A dozen tiny, impish women ran out of the portal and seized the four captive gang members.

They squirmed feebly in their bonds as they were picked up. The imps began carrying them towards the portal. Jay glanced over at Abbey as the tiny creatures carried her past the gang leader. “Told you I had a bad feeling about this…” She grunted into her gag as they were dragged through the portal…