Flint Street was well known, both in the city and far beyond, as the best place for someone looking to have a good time. The long, winding block was packed with dozens of bars and clubs and other less reputable establishments catering to every taste and every price range. Long into the night, crowds surged through the streets lit with glowing neon, their excited chatter mixing with the barely restraint thumping of a dozen different songs pouring out of each building. There was always something to catch and keep a person’s attention. And no reason to pay any attention whatsoever to what might be going on a short distance away in one of the countless dark, narrow alleys honeycombing the area around Flint Street…

“Mmmppphhh!!!” The blonde shook her head frantically, but was unable to keep the strip of silver duct tape from going over her eyes. Below, several strips already covered her mouth. Beneath, her cheeks bulged from the cloth wadding that had been stuffed between her teeth to keep her quiet. It hardly seemed necessary. This far down the alley, there was little chance of her frantic cries for help being heard over the pulsing noise of the nonstop street party going on some thirty yards away…

The young woman was dressed for a night out drinking and clubbing, in a slinky, electric blue mini-dress, fishnets and heels. She’d certainly gotten it, given how she’d come, stumbling out the back door of the nightclub and wondering around, lost. She probably hadn’t intended her evening of fun to end with her running into a pair of masked figures, lurking in the dark in wait for lost tourists like her, but as she would soon discover, what she wanted no longer mattered.

Dan reached down, grabbing the blonde around her waist and lifting her up over one shoulder. Her legs kicked out together as a long, muffled wail escaped her gag. Her legs were taped together at the ankles and knees, while above her hands had likewise been taped at the wrists and long bands wrapped around her chest, above and below her ample cleavage, pinning her arms to her back.

The second she had walked into their trap, the two had sprung their ambush. While Dan had held the startled blond in place, clamping a hand tight over her mouth to muffle her yelp of fright, his partner had immediately gone to work, taping her feet and hands before gagging her.

While Dan carried their captive off, acting as if she weighed nothing to the large, burly man, Carol bent and fumbled in the dark, finding blondie’s cellphone and purse, as well as one heel which had come off in her brief struggles. Gathering them up, she hurried after Dan to the dark corner where they had parked their van and opened the back doors.

“Mmmppphhh!!!” A chorus of muffled sobs greeted the trio as the doors were opened. Waiting inside were two more young women, a brunette and a dark haired asian. Like blondie, they were dressed for a night of partying, brunette in a miniskirt and tube top, the asian in ripped jeans and a mesh top. Like her, they had their arms and legs securely taped up, were gagged and blindfolded. Like her, they’d been ambushed by the two abductors when they’d made the same mistake of wandering out the wrong backdoor or down the wrong alley.

With a groan, Dan dropped Blondie down next to the brunette. Carol added her things to the small collection of purses, phones, vape pens and the like they’d taken from their previous two captives. The two paused a second, considering the space in the back of the van not currently taken up by the three frantically struggling girls. It wasn’t much.

“Think three is enough?” Dan asked.

“Hmmm...” Carol mused. “Seems a bit of a waste. This was a great spot for collecting party girls and after this we won’t be able to use it again for quite a while. Shame to leave it off with just three prizes.” She thought a second longer. “Hell, we can probably squeeze one more girl in with them.” She grinned. “Be a bit tight, uncomfortable, but screw ‘em.”

Across from her, Dan chuckled. “Right...one more and then it’s over to Harry’s to turn them in and get paid.” He slammed the door shut, immediately cutting off the sound of the three girls’ obvious distress. The two had invested a bit in their work vehicle and quality soundproofing had been high on the list of upgrades they’d installed.

After checking to make sure they still had plenty of tape left, the two moved to their positions further up the alley, keeping watch for someone drunk or unwary enough to wander away from the main street. Ten minutes past, then half an hour, then an hour. Dawn was just a couple more hours away, not that it made a difference to the crowds on Flint Street. As those too drunk and tired to continue their revels staggered off towards home or hotels, more arrived to take their place and keep the party going. But for now, none of them were unlucky enough to head down Dan and Carol’s alleyway.

Just as the two were thinking of calling it a night and disposing of the three girls they already had, they heard the sound of a door opening from one of the nightclubs further down. The two crept forward, peering around the corner. A young woman, tall, auburn hair, dressed in a slinky black number that showed off her figure in all the right ways, was stumbling awkwardly in their direction. Carol grinned beneath her mask, nodding to Dan. This was it!

The two got into position, lurking in the shadows, Dan ready to grab the redhead when she came around the corner, Carol ready with the tape. A moment later, red appeared. Everything went perfectly, the unsuspecting partygirl walking obliviously past Dan, the burly thug slipping up silently behind her. One hand went around her waist, grabbing her, the other clamped tight over her mouth to cut off her scream. Carol tugged at the tape, ready to pounce. Then things got complicated…

“Becky?” Another voice called, young and female. “Where’d you go?”

“I think she went this way...” Another girl said. The clacking of their heels echoed in the alleyway as they headed towards the corner where the three, captive and captors stood. Red struggled in Dan’s tight grip, trying to shake him off long enough to shout a warning to her friends, or a cry for help. Dan glanced over at Carol. She groaned.

“This will be tricky...” She thought...”

***  

“Mmmppphhh!!!”

“Eeeett eeee oooohh!!!”

“eeeeeelllll!!!”

Twenty minutes later, the kidnappers paused to look over their work. The three girls sat on the ground in the alley, tightly trussed with tape, gagged and blindfolded. They squirmed, grunting into their gags, some fearfully, others angrily.

“Let’s never to that again...” Dan said, letting out a long sigh. “I can’t believe that worked...”

“But it did!” Carol replied, cheerily, anxiousness at the near disaster now giving way to euphoria as it sank in that they’d gotten away with it. They’d had only seconds to come up with a plan, and much of it had been improvised, but to their good fortune and the bad luck of the three girls, it had all worked out.

Dan had dragged red further down the alley, keeping in the dark and just enough out of sight the other two girls, a blonde and another redhead who, from her looks, might have been the first girl’s sister, were partly down the alley. He’d then stepped out, still holding tight onto Red. The darkness in the alley, combined with the inebriated state the two girls were in had helped sell the bluff that Dan had had a gun pointed at his prisoner, as did Carol, who had jumped from her own hiding spot, now behind the girls, cutting off their escape.

Through some fast talking, the kidnappers had convinced the three this was simply a mugging and that, while keeping quiet and doing as they were told might not end well for them, causing a fuss screaming and shouting would definitely end bad for them. Once purses, phones and jewelry had been handed over, Carol convinced them she was just going to tape their hands, feet and mouths to keep them from raising the alarm while the two “muggers” made good on their escape. Still cowed by the threat of the nonexistant guns, the three had meekly submitted to being taped up.

Once they were partially bound, and more importantly, gagged, the two kidnappers had been free to reveal both their bluff about the guns along with the fact that, along with their money, phones and jewelry, they planned on taking the three girls as well. The captives had put up quite the fuss at this horrifying news, but with their hands already taped, they had no chance of resisting and their bondage was soon completed.

“Now we just need to get them loaded...” Dan said, nodding to the van. In the excitement and danger of capturing these three, the two had briefly forgotten the three captives they already had and how much room they were already taking up in the back of the van. They opened the back of the van, unleashing another round of muffled complaints from its unwilling passengers.

“Not much room...” He commented, looking inside. “I suppose we could just take one more and leave the other two behind.” This suggestion was enthusiastically, if awkwardly endorsed by the three girls on the ground, who liked the odds of being one of the two-thirds left behind.

“Nah…I’m sure if we try and we can squeeze all of them in...” Carol countered, drawing more moans of dismay from all of the captives.

“We can certainly give it a try...” Dan agreed and bent down to grab one of the sisters.

It took some doing, and in the end all six captives were pressed tight against one another, some lying almost entirely on others, but in the end six bound and gagged girls were squeezed into the back of the van in a mass of squirming, struggling, sobbing female figures.

“Sorry about the tight fit, but we’re not going far.” Dan taunted their victims.

“Of course, once we get there, we’re going to sell you to a ring of white slavers. You think it’s a tight squeeze now, just wait until they pack three or four of you into one of those wooden crates they use to ship girls overseas.” Carol added, drawing more moans of horror from the captives. “Talk about a tight squeeze!” She laughed, slamming the doors shut...