“I know you’re not very happy with me right now...” Sandra said, teasingly. “But hey, ‘all’s fair in love and war’, right?”

Abbie merely glared over at the other woman. It was about all she could do. While she certainly had plenty to say in response, the layers of tape plastered over her lips and the crumpled up panties they sealed inside turned anything she said to garbled grunting. Slapping the beautiful, haughty blonde across the face was also tempting, but difficult to pull off with her hands taped behind her back. Kicking her butt was also out, as Abbie had her legs taped as well. At this point, stripping Abbie naked was just piling on extra humiliation.

Sandra paced in front of the couch as she continued to taunt the taped up brunette. “It’s for the best, really. In just a few minutes, I’ll introduce you to some gentlemen I recently found who will ensure you’re sent someplace far, far away.” She took a step around the broken tea cup and small puddle where Abbie had dropped her cup when the sleeping pills Sandra had put in it had taken effect.

“With you out of the picture, David will be all mine.” Sandra grinned. “Don’t worry. He’ll be much happier with me then with a dumb bitch like you.”

Abbie shook her head, grunting angrily through the wad of underwear. There suddenly came a knock at the door. Both women froze. Abbie’s face took on a fearful expression. Sandra’s, meanwhile, grew an evil grin. “That should be them. You just sit tight, I’ll go let them in!” She turned and sashayed out of the room. Behind her, Abbie resumed her struggles, pulling frantically at the tape practically cocooning her. But it was in vain.

“Here she is, all wrapped up nice and tight like a promised!” Sandra was saying to a burly man beside her as they both entered. “What do you think?”

Abbie’s face flushed red as the man, his features obscured by sunglasses and a ballcap, loomed over her, looking down at her naked body. He smiled. “Oh yes! Our buyers will love her...and you to!” As he said this, he turned, pulling a small, snub nosed pistol from his jacket.

Sandra froze, her face a mask of disbelief. ‘Wha-wha-wha...” She stammered.

“Two slaves are better then one.” The man said, “And getting you out of the picture means no one will ever know what happened here. Now, if you don’t mind, why don’t you get your clothes off.” He pointed the gun at her. “Now.”

Glaring, Sandra reached for the hem of her shirt and untucked it. From her position on the couch, Abbie watched, grinning beneath the tape, watching as her rival was forced to take off all her clothes and get on her knees, hands behind her back. The slaver took a roll of tape, like the one Sandra had used on Abbie, and quickly taped her hands, winding more strips around her arms and torso.

She snarled when he took the opportunity to cup one naked breast. “Bastard!”

“Hey, you wanted her enslaved.” The man nodded to Abbie. “Only fair if you are to. Now, time for you to be quiet.” He replied, scooping up Sandra’s panties off the floor. Her eyes went wide, but she couldn’t stop him from cramming the underwear past her teeth. Before she could spit it out, he slapped several strips over her lips. He finished off by taping her ankles.

“oof!” The man grunted, lifting the struggling woman up. She kicked and bucked as he tossed her over one shoulder and turned. “Be back for you in a sec...” He told Abbie, teasingly then walked out of the room, carrying Sandra with him.