“Ok, is this the place?” The man in the driver’s seat asked.

“Uh...I think so...” The man across from him replied, peering through the window, squinting to try and make out the street address in the late night dark. “So what’s the plan?”

“Real simple. According to the instructions, she should be all alone in her bedroom. We bust in and grab her.” He replied, lifting up a bag. “Put the cuffs on her hands and feet, then tear off her clothes. Stuff the panties in her mouth, followed by the ballgag. Stuff her other holes with those two big plugs, put the clamps on her nipples and blindfold her last. Then we drag her back out to the van, drive her around for a couple hours before dropping her off at the rendezvous.”

“That’s...specific. What do you think this is about?”

“Well, they didn’t ask for pictures or anything, so it’s not a fake kidnap-ransom scam. My guess is some kinky bondage abduction fantasy. Hubby’s probably going to be waiting at the rendezvous to ‘rescue’ his damsel in distress, and after driving around with these things stuffed in her, she’ll be more then eager to ‘reward’ him.”

“Really?”

“Hey, don’t kinkshame, ok? Besides, their money pays just as good as trust-fund kids trying to scam daddy with some phony ransom pics.” He unbuckled his seat belt. “If you’re sure this is the right place, let’s get started.”

“Pretty sure...” The other man fumbled to pull on his ski mask and undo his seatbelt at the same time. The two spilled out of their car, the bag of bondage toys slung over the first man’s shoulder. Silently, they crept up the front walkway to the house. It was dark, save a light on in one room, the bedroom they guessed.

“damn...” The first man said, trying the front door carefully. “They should have left it unlocked. Probably forgot. Hold this while I get this open.” He passed over the bag and reached into his pocket for something.

“Lock picks?” The second asked in a whisper.

“She’s not the first to remember the doors s’posed to be left unlocked. And it adds some realism if they’re trying to fake a kidnapping.” The first replied. After a few seconds fiddling with the lock he nodded. “Yeah, just a basic domestic lock. Nothing fancy. Now let’s see if she remembered to turn off the alarm.” He paused a second, before turning the knob and pushing in the door. It swung open into the dark entry hall, but no loud alarms split the silence of the night.

“I think the bedroom is this way.” The second said, pointing in the direction he’d seen the light from. The two crept in that direction. Sure enough, down another hallway, they saw a door with some light peeking out through the crack at the bottom.

The two formed up on either side, glancing at each other. The first held a hand up with three fingers extended. At a nod from his partner, he started counting down with the hand. When he closed his first entirely, the second man turned the knob. Throwing the door open, they rushed into the bedroom.

Sure enough, inside the bedroom, the lady of the house was lying in bed, reading what looked like a pretty spicy romance novel. She was a curvy brunette, probably pushing 40, but still fit and good looking for her age. Her trim figure was well shown off by the skimpy nightie she was wearing.

She was also a very good actress, it seemed, from the look of fright that crossed her face when two masked men burst suddenly into her bedroom and charged the bed. The scream she gave would have likely woken the entire neighborhood...had they not managed to grab hold of her and flip her over onto her belly before she let loose. With her face pressed into the mound of cushions spread across the bed, only a loud whimper escaped and went no further then the bedroom.

While the second man was kept busy holding the woman down, she was thrashing about quite enthusiastically, his partner turned the bag over onto the bed, letting the assorted restraints and sex toys spill out onto the bed beside their captive. Grabbing the shackles, he grabbed at her flailing hands and feet, snapping the cuffs onto each in turn. With her movements restricted somewhat by the chains, the woman subsided a bit in her struggles. Her frantic screams also died down a bit. Judging from the rasping gasps coming from the pillows, she’d worn herself down a bit and was having trouble getting enough air with her face pressed into them to keep it up.

With the lady cuffed, it was on to step two. “Seems a bit of a shame.” The first man said off-highhandedly as he reached down towards her. “That’s nice lingerie to be ruining like this.” But the instructions were clear. He yanked his hand back suddenly, the thin cloth of the nightie tearing away easily enough. The skimpy silk panties she wore put up equal resistance.

“Yank her head back.” He told his partner as he balled up the ruined underwear in his hand. His partner complied, grabbing a handful of hair and lifting the woman’s head up from the pillows. As soon as she realized she was no longer impeded by the pillows, she opened her mouth, gasping for air and doubtless getting ready to scream again, but before she could, the first kidnapper’s hand came around, stuffing the wad of cloth between her teeth. Before she recovered from the surprise of her gagging enough to try and push it out with her tongue, he’d grabbed the ballgag and pushed the rubber ball between her lips as well. He pulled the straps around behind her head and buckled the gag on tight.

Now gagged as well as cuffed, it was time for the sex toys. Leaving her on her belly, the second man grabbed the two thick rubber prongs. A small bottle of lube had been provided and he set about giving each a good coating. He then handed them off to his partner. One at a time, he lined them up and slipped them inside of her. Each time, she gave a long muffled squeal as she was penetrated. A couple strips of tape from a roll made sure the plugs wouldn’t slip out anytime soon.

The two then rolled her over onto her back. Her eyes went wide as one of the men held up the nipple clamps. As instructed, he let her see the clamps, giving time for it to sink in as be brought one open clamp, with it’s small, dull teeth over to one of her large pink nipples. Finally, he let go, letting it close tight, biting into the soft nub of flesh. She yelped into her gag. The process was repeated with the second clamp.

The last thing to do was to slip the padded blindfold over her eyes, adjusting the strap so it wouldn’t come loose, even given the amount of struggling she was putting up. “She really gets into the whole ‘helpless kidnap victim’-role doesn’t she?” The first man asked his partner as he lifted her up off the bed and leaned her over one shoulder. Her squirmed continued as she was carried down the hallway and out the front door.

Back in the van, they set her down on the padded space in the back. A carabiner joined the short chains of her handcuffs and leg irons, pulling her back into a hogtie. While they got back into their seats and buckled up, she continued to struggle. Judging from the grunts coming from behind them, she was starting to find the plugs stuffed inside her difficult to ignore.

“Alright, just need to drive around for a bit, then we can drop her off and call it a job well done.” The first man said. He switched on the van. As it did, the headlights, which had been turned off for their approach to the house, now came on, lighting up the street ahead of them, along with the mailbox of the house beside the one they’d just come from.

“Hey...” The second man said, uncertainly. “The instructions said house 1875, right?”

“Yeah…?”

He pointed. Letters had been painted on the side of the mailbox, invisible in the dark, but now clear for them to see. “1875.”

“oh uh...”

The two turned around, glancing back at their captive, who continued to squirm and groan through the wadded up panties and ballgag. “I think we might have made a mistake...”