“And in local news, there are still no leads in the kidnapping of local woman Alice Hayes. Miss Hayes, aged 22, was abducted from her home by the Kitten Gang. This is the sixth robbery committed by the group of female home invaders and their first known kidnapping. The gang is described as consisting of four young women dressed in black catsuits and masks.

Early on the morning of the 22nd, the four rang the doorbell of Miss Hayes’ house then forced their way in at gun point. Miss Hayes and her boyfriend, a Mr. Freddie Clayton, were bound and gagged and the gang proceeded to rob the house of its valuables. Afterwords, they departed, taking Miss Hayes with them, leaving Mr. Clayton who, after several hours, struggled free and phoned the police. Thus far, there has been no ransom demands made...”

“My god...can you imagine it, Katy?” Beth said. The short, 23-year old blonde sat on the couch beside her roommate and girlfriend Katy, watching the local news station on the TV.

“The poor girl, tied up, dragged off to god knows where...”

“Terrible...” Katy agreed. Inside, though the athletic redhead couldn’t help feeling a shiver of excitement at the thought. Ever since she was a little girl, Kay had secretly been excited by the thought of being tied up, helpless. She’d get excited when seeing the heroine on TV or in the movies get herself captured and menaced by the baddies. Then she’d gotten a little older, discovered the internet and a whole world of bondage porn to fuel her secret fantasies.

Beth changed the channel, cutting off the anchor mid-report and started flipping around, looking for something good for the two to watch. Katy fought back a sigh. A few years back she, a young fresh faced art student just coming to terms with her sexuality had gone off to school and met Beth, an equally young, hopeful theater students likewise figuring out why she was attracted to women and the two had hit off. They’d had plenty of hot, passionate sex (and early on a lot of awkward, not so hot sex) figuring out this whole lesbianism thing.

But the whole time, Katy had never been able to work up nerve to bring  up bondage with her friend and lover. In her closet, she had a box with rope and cuffs and gags. She’d sometimes take them out and play around tying herself up, but she couldn’t seem to find the words to ask Beth to tie her up with them.

Finally, Beth found a trashy reality show the two just couldn’t get enough of and they settled in, snuggling close together and laughed at the terrible people on screen doing horrible things to each other in the pursuit of temporary fame. Katy was so engrossed, the doorbell had already rung twice before it reached her conscious mind someone was at the door.

“I’ll get it.” She said with a loud sigh. “Why couldn’t they have come during a commercial break?” Katy muttered as she walked out the door.

“I’ll let you know if you miss anything good!” Beth teased.

Chuckling, Katy went to the front door. She opened it, expecting to see one of the neighbors or a lost delivery person or something. Instead, to her surprise, Katy found herself facing another young woman, about her age or a little older, dressed in a black catsuit with a collar around the neck. A black domino mask covered her pale blue eyes while her light blonde hair was pulled back into a shoulder length ponytail. Katy caught a brief glimpse of several more young women dressed identically to the first, but all of her attention was soon taken up by the pistol which the blonde girl had suddenly thrust in her face.

“Please keep quiet and don’t try anything stupid. I’d really hate to have to mess up that pretty face of yours.” The blonde woman said in a light, almost playful tone.

Later on, Katy would wonder if she should have done something, slammed the door shut very suddenly, run away, anything, but at that moment all she could think about was that gun to her head. Her eyes were wide with fright, her mouth flapped open and shut but no words came out, fear stilling them.

“Good, you keep it up, you’ll be just fine.” The blonde said in the same cheerful voice. “Now, step back and raise your hands.” Numbly, Katy obeyed. A flick of the pistol’s barrel sent her to one side, against the wall. Meanwhile, the intruders filed into the room, five in total.

“It’s the Kitten Gang!” Katy thought to herself, recalling the news report she and Beth had just been watching. “But didn’t the news say there were only four?” But the reminder of her girlfriend sent a fresh wave of panic through Katy.

At that same moment, the blonde intruder, who seemed to be the one giving the orders addressed her gang. “Sally, Rebecca...secure her. Alice, Jenny, go and take care of the other one. She’s in the living room.” Those two, a brunette and a dark haired girl chimed their acknowledgments and started towards the living room, drawing pistols of their own.

The thought of Beth in danger momentarily overcame Katy’s own fear. “No! Don’t hurt her! Please!” She started forward, but was soon seized by the two girls assigned to deal with her, one an auburn haired girl who couldn’t have been more then 18 or 19 and a sandy haired girl a little older then her. With surprising strength, they pushed her back against the wall.

“Don’t you worry.” Sandy told her, in the same teasing tone Blondie had used. “We’re not going to hurt either of you...unless you make us. They’re just going to tie her up to keep her out of the way while we rob the place. Speaking of, we need to tie you up to.” As she said this, rope appeared in the hands of the two teens.

Somewhat reassured by this, Katy turned around, crossing her wrists behind her back so they could be bound. As she felt the coils of soft rope pull snug against her skin, a thrill of excitement raced through Katy. It didn’t wholly displace her fear at the situation, but never the less she found herself turned on at being taken captive this way.

“This is crazy...” Katy thought. “We’re in the middle of a home invasion!” But she couldn’t deny the way her body was reacting. Beneath her t-shirt, her nipples had gotten hard, making her glad she was wearing a bra. Further down, she started getting hot between her legs.

“You’re doing great! Just keep it up and this will be a breeze!” Sandy said, tugging the last knot snug on the rope binding Katy’s hands. “Now open up...” As Katy obeyed, she was not surprised as the teen brought a hand around, holding a wadded up ball of cloth which was stuffed into Katy’s mouth. Another, rolled into a band was then tied between her lips to keep the packing in. Katy closed her eyes, glad the  gag helped to muffle her moan of pleasure. Now, they needed to tie her feet, a blindfold, and maybe a crotch rope…

Instead, after tying the cleave gag securely, the two teens spun their prisoner around and gave her a push in the direction the others had gone. Kay walked to the living room, her captors close behind in case she tried to escape...not that she planned to.

As they reached the living room, Katy’s first feelings were of relief, seeing Beth scared but unharmed. Her second was of excitement, seeing what the intruders had done to her. Like Katy, Beth had a band of cloth clenched between her teeth, also holding in some cloth packing judging from how her cheeks bulged beneath the strap. She was still seated on the couch, guarded by the other three intruders. Her hands were pulled behind her back, obviously bound and her feet had likewise been tied at the ankles.

Besides wanting Beth to tie her up, Katy had often fantasized about getting her girlfriend tied up like this, though naturally she’d never had the nerve to suggest it. Scary as the situation was, Katy couldn’t help but get a thrill of arousal, seeing her fantasies brought to life.

“Sit down there...right by your friend.” Sandy said, giving Katy a push towards the couch. She sank down, sitting beside Beth. The two captive women exchanged looks of uncertainty and fright. At least Katy hoped that was all her expression showed and not the thrill she was also feeling being tied up beside her girlfriend at the hands of a quintet of fit young women in tight black catsuits.

As soon as Katy had dropped onto the couch, one of their captors went to work tying her feet together with a short length of rope. Meanwhile, Blondie stood in front of the captives looking down at them. “Well, don’t you look cute, sitting together there...but I think you’d look ever cuter back to back.”

Following her cue, two of the other intruders cleared a space in the center of the living room. The other two picked up Beth and Katy and set them there, now seated back to back. One of them produced a long coil of rope and quickly wound it around both captive’s torsos, pinning them together tightly.

“Sit tight!” Blondie teased. She then turned and issued orders to her girls. One of them, the brunette, curled up on the couch, taking her pistol out, clearly intended to keep watch on their prisoners. The rest were tasked with methodically looting the house of its valuables. Beth and Katy grunted and moans in horror as their home was systematically plundered while they could only watch and squirm in their bondage. Well, Beth did that, Katy was mostly intent on enjoying the feeling of tight ropes encircling her and her girlfriend, the warm pressure of their bodies rubbing together.

Fifteen minutes later, Blondie returned with another of her girls. A shot of fear and embarrassment went through Katy as she saw the dark-haired girl holding a familiar shoe box. One she could have only found deep in the back of Katy’s closet.

“How have our ‘hostesses’ been?” Blondie asked the girl guarding them.

“Like little angels.” She replied with a smirk. “Especially red here...” Katy gave a quiet moan of submissive arousal.

“Are we going to recruit them?” The third henchgirl asked, hesitantly.

“That’ll be for him to decide.” Blondie replied, her voice losing some of its playfulness and sounding serious for a moment. “But we’d better check...” She nodded to the henchgirls. The one holding the box set it down and the two of them moved over to the two bound women. Just as quickly as they had been tied, the two were untied, their gags removed and were gently pulled to their feet. A quick flash of the pistols the intruders carried warned Beth and Katy not to get any ideas about their temporary freedom.

“You’ve both been very good so far,” Blondie said. “Keep it up and you’ll be fine, but right now I’m gonna need both of you to kindly take off your clothes.”

“You...you must be joking!” Beth protested, face flushed red with embarrassment. “I won’t do it!”

“I’m afraid you really don’t have a choice, dear.” Blondie answered, casually waving her pistol.

“Either you can be a good girl and get undressed, or I’ll have to have my girls take them off you instead.”

That mental image sent a fresh wave of excitement through Katy. In a quiet voice, trying not to seem eager, she said, “Beth...I think we’d better do what they say...”

Beth gave a long groan, but eventually gave in. Trembling slightly, she began to strip. Katy joined in, pulling off her t-shirt and praying no one noticed how her nipples poked out. In only a few minutes, the two stood naked and embarrassed beside a small pile of their clothes, awkwardly trying to cover themselves with their arms.

“Hands down please, at your sides...” Blondie ordered and she took out a phone. Realizing she was going to photograph them, both girls protested, but they had no choice. They stood, red faced, as Blondie snapped what had to be dozens of photographs of the two together and individually. She ordered them to turn in place, so she could get them from the side and back as well. It was humilitating and degrading and, for Katy, very arousing.

“Perfect.” Blondie said at last, doing something with the phone. “Now I’m afraid we need to tie you up again, but don’t worry, this won’t take much longer.” That brought some relief until Katy saw Blonde nod to one of the henchgirls. The dark haired teen walked over, carrying the shoe box.

First out of the box were two pairs of leather cuffs which went onto the captive’s wrists. Then two pairs of steel ones went onto their ankles. Just as Katy’s ballgags were coming out, Blondie went over to the pile of clothes and bent down. When she straightened up again, she had something in her hands. She went to Katy first.

“Open up.” Blondie ordered. Submissively, Katy obeyed and she was not surprised when another wad of cloth was pushed into her mouth. It took her a second before she realized it was a crumpled up pair of panties: Beth’s panties to be specific. Fortunately, Beth had showed and changed after coming home from work just a little while ago, so they were fairly fresh and didn’t taste of anything but Katy’s girlfriend.

As the ballgag was jammed into Katy’s mouth and buckled tight by one of the henchgirls, Blondie went over to Beth and raised her hand. Katy caught a glimpse of pink as her own panties disappeared into Beth’s mouth. With a groan, Katy realized her own, while also fresh and clean, likely had the scent of her own arousal on them while the two were tied up. Beth would now be tasting that for the next while, if the ballgag which followed the panties into her mouth had anything to say.

The rest of the girls’ bondage followed pretty quickly. A pair of collars, one leather, the other steel, went around their necks. Blondie next took out a pair of nipple clamps, joined by a short chain. It was the only thing of that kind Katie owned.

“Now, who would like this?” Blondie asked the captive’s in the same mocking tone. Katy started to nod, but Beth was a second ahead of her, nodding and grunting. Katy realized Beth was trying to spare her lover the pain of the clamps.

“Nnnnn...eeehh!” Katy groaned, nodding more vigorously, which only made Beth more insistent.

“My! Both so eager!” Blondie laughed. “Too bad we only have the one, and she did ask first...” She told Katy. “But don’t worry, we’ll find something else for you, I’m sure.” She turned to Beth and grabbed her left nipple, holding it in place long enough to get the first clamp lined up. Beth yelped as the clamp snapped shut onto her soft, sensitive nipple. She yelped again as the process was repeated on her right breast. Katy watched, feeling partly guilty for the pain Beth was experiencing, and partly regretting it wasn’t her putting those nipple clamps onto her helplessly bound girlfriend.

“What’s going to happen to us now?” Katy wondered, partly hopeful, partly frightened. She got her answer as Blondie went digging back into the box. She fished around a bit before pulling out a pair of vibrators, ones Katy was quite familiar with. Blondie had a huge smile on her face as she turned back to the captives.

“I think you can guess where this is going, can’t you...” She teased. Eyes wide with shock, Beth shook her head, grunting frantically through the mass of rubber and panties filling her mouth. Katy added a few muffled protests of her own for appearances sake. Privately, she was all to eager. With everything that had happened, she was completely aroused now. Had she not been gagged, and Beth not been standing beside her, Katy might have begged the intruder to shove one of those plugs deep inside her and crank it all the way up until she reached a thunderous climax.

In either case, what the two captives wanted mattered little compared to what their captors decided to do with them. Blondie’s two henchgirls each seized a helpless Katy and Beth and spun their prisoners around, forcing them to bend over so their naked bottoms were thrust up into the air, open for Blondie to insert the plugs. Both captives bucked and squirmed, Beth in a futile attempt to forestall what was coming, Katy in eager anticipation.

The two squealed, in surprise and outrage, as the vibrators were slipped inside them, gently but forcefully, then squealed again as they were switched on. Katy’s had a tone of dismay as she felt the intensity and recognized the mild buzzing now tickling her nether regions as the lowest setting, one she knew from experience could tease her for hours without giving her the satisfaction her body was desperately craving. She tried to remember when she had last swapped the batteries in these. They felt freshly charged and if so, both she and Beth could be in for hours of tormenting frustration. The thought of that only made her arousal grow.

Meanwhile their captor had picked up some of the rope the two had previously been bound with. Using it, she quickly tied a pair of tight crotchropes onto her captives, ensuring that now matter how they struggled, they wouldn’t be able to dislodge the vibrators buzzing away inside them.

“Now, how about we let you two enjoy yourselves a moment...” Blondie said. At a nod, her henchgirls straightened the two up again and pushed them together, but now facing each other. A number of leather belts and straps, some from Katy’s stash, others just as likely taken from the girls’ closets, were used to strap them together tightly, naked bodies pressed up against one another. Katy could feel the cold metal of the clamps Beth wore pressing against her own firm breasts and further below, the faint vibrations coming from Beth’s crotch mixing with her own...though still unfortunately not enough to do more then tease the two of them.

Picking up the bound package, the intruders set the captives on the couch, lying on their sides. From her position, Katy could see a thin slice of the room above, but the bulk of her view was taken up by her girlfriend who gave Katy a look, cheeks reddened, of shame and degradation at what had been done to them.

Katy wanted to say something, explain that it was alright, that it was her fault, not Beth’s, but their gags made any sort of conversation impossible. At any rate, they were both soon preoccupied by the frustration between their legs as the vibrators brought both of them, even Beth, to a heightened state of arousal and held them there, unable to get the release they needed. The two squirmed, no longer trying to escape, but simply rubbing against each other, trying to push themselves over the edge.

In that maddening state, Katy was unsure how much time had passed. It might have only been a few minutes, though it certainly felt longer, but eventually their captors returned.

“Having fun, are we?” The unexpected teasing was enough to temporarily pull the two captives from the haze of arousal and denial that they had been lost in. They groaned through their gags, embarrassed at having been found shamefully trying to get off by the intruders;.

“Well, we’re just about finished here...” Blondie said, stepping into Katy’s view. She reached between the two girls’ legs and switched off the vibrators. The captives moaned in relief, but it was all too brief as she continued. “We heard back from the boss and he thinks you two are both worth recruiting!”

Katy grunted in confusion, echoes by Beth. What did she mean “recruit them”? Surely they didn’t think, after all these five had done to the two of them that Katy and Beth would join their group? Alright, Katy might have been tempted, but Beth certainly wouldn’t and Katy wouldn’t go anywhere without her.

“Unfortunately, new recruits aren’t allowed to know where our base is, at least till they’ve proved their loyalty, so we’re going to have to blindfold you two.”

As the meaning of these words sunk in for the two captives, they started to grunt in protest. A fresh wave of fear washed over Katy, pushing back her arousal. It was one thing being tied up and left to squirm by these women for a little bit. It was quite another to be kidnapped by them and taken god knows where, and for how long?

Unfortunately, as had been proven before, these women didn’t care what Katy and Beth thought in the slightest and in their current state there was little the captives could do to stop them. They squirmed as two of the henchgirls undid the belts and straps binding them together and pulled the bound women up onto their feet. Blondie, meanwhile, had gotten a pair of dark cloth bags from somewhere. She advanced on the two, holding on of the bags, open side upward.   As she raised it up over Katy’s head, Katy caught a last glimpse of Beth’s face, sharing a look of fright before the bag dropped down, plunging everything into darkness.

Katy felt the bag turn across her face as Blondie fussed with it, straightening it out. The end was pulled closed, not tight enough to choke but snug enough Katy wouldn’t be able to get it off easily. She gave a quite wail of fear into the surrounding darkness.

“Don’t be frightened.” Her captor whispered to her in a soothing tone. “You’re gonna be alright.” Then she stepped over to repeat the process on Beth. One of her henchgirls grabbed Katy from behind and lifted her up. Another reached down and grabbed Katy’s ankles. Together, they started to carry her out of the room. From the sound of things, the other two were doing the same with her girlfriend.

As turned around as she was inside her hood, it took Katy a moment to realize they were heading to the back door of the house, which opened out into an alley running between the houses on their row and those of the next street over. At some point, the intruders must have parked a getaway van there because Katy was soon deposited on the floor of one. As she was rolled over onto her belly, she brushed up against several bulging sacks filled with everything the crooks had taken from the house, Katy guessed.

A second later, Beth was deposited right beside Katy. One of the captors quickly tied a short length of rope between their collars and another between the cuffs on their ankle, limiting the amount of struggling the two could do.

“Comfy?” The playful voice of Blondie teased the two. “Hope so, we’ll be driving for a couple hours.” They groaned in reply, which only made her laugh. “Here...maybe this’ll help keep you from getting bored...” She said and switched on the vibrators again. Through the distracting buzzing between her legs, Katy was aware of two of their captors, their kidnappers now, climbing into the seats at the front of the van. The other three must have had another car somewhere as well. The van started and it began to roll down the alleyway, then turned out onto the main street.

Fear raced through Katy’s mind, mixed with her arousal as the reality of her situation sank in: she and Beth were being kidnapped! Her mind went back to the news report they’d seen, just before this all started, something about another woman being kidnapped by this gang: Amy or Abby or something. According to the report, she hadn’t bee located by the police. Had they “recruited” her? And what did that mean exactly?

Katy didn’t want to think about that, and the vibrator buzzing away between her legs provided a handy distraction. It wasn’t as if there was much else they could do. Already, the van had turned around enough Katy had completely lost any sense of where they were being taken and despite the spirited struggling she and Beth had kept up, they were clearly not wriggling free of the shackles anytime soon. Nothing to do but lie and wait...and pray for some relief from the merciless teasing of the vibrator.

Finally, after what had to have been several hours of driving, the van pulled off the main road. There were several more turns as It slowly drove a minute more, and several hard bumps which did the captives poor, abused pussies no favors, but finally the van rolled to a stop and the cheerful voice of Blondie announced: “We’re here!”

The two captives could only groan in relief. Whatever nightmares awaited them here, it would hopefully entail letting them get up and stretch their limps after lying in bondage for the last several hours, not to mention, Katy prayed, they might finally be allowed to cum.

One of their kidnappers moved over and began to untie the captives from each other. To their relief, the vibrators were again switched off and this time the crotchropes were untied and the plugs slid out of the girls very wet pussies.

The two were then lifted up out of the van. Katy felt cold concrete under her bare feet and shivered. They were inside, somewhere, it felt like, but the sounds of echoes told her it was a fairly large space and just a bit too cold for two girls without any clothes on, save the hoods.

These were removed a second later, leaving Katy looking into the grinning face of Blondie.

The other woman clipped something to the front of Katy’s collar. It was a leash. A second one trailed from the front of Beth’s collar to Blondie’s hand. She tugged, gently but firmly on both leashes. After a second tug, the captives got the the hint and began to follow her, restricted to a short, awkward hobble by the cuffs on their ankles.

As she was led off, Katy looked around. She got a quick view of a large space, not unlike a small warehouse. It was littered all over with different things: stacks of computers and laptops, game systems and other high end electronics, racks hung with designer clothes and piles of shoes and handbags, paintings and statues, even a pair of high end sports cars. The accumulated loot of the Kitten gang’s crime spree.

The other members of the gang were busy unloading everything they had stolen from Beth and Katy’s house, other then the two women themselves, and adding it to the various piles. Then they assembled to one side of the warehouse where there were several doors. Beside one was a metal locker. One of the girls went to the others, collecting the pistols each of them carried and put them in the locker. She then took out some other things: shiny metal handcuffs, ankle fetters with a slightly longer chain and ballgags with harnesses.

Then, to Katy’s amazement, they began to put the restraints on themselves, helping each other to gag themselves before snapping the leg irons onto their feet and finally cuffing their hands behind their backs. One of the girls took a long chain with several clips along its length and went to the other girls, clipping the chains to the collars they wore before attaching the end to her own and cuffed herself. Then the whole line started forward through the nearby door, which opened automatically to let them through.

Katy was still trying to wrap her head around what she had just seen when she and Beth were led up to a different door and dragged through. On the other side was a short hallway with several more doors. Blondie took them to one, about halfway down and waited a moment. After a few seconds, it opened and the three women walked through.

They entered another room, smaller then the cavernous warehouse they’d just come from but still quite large. The tile floor, fluorescent lights and neutral colored walls made it look a bit like a hospital or a lab, helped by the large machinery which filled the opposite half of the room. There were four tall, domed pods of a bright metal, reaching up almost to the ceiling and at least seven or eight feet in diameter. A great profusion of tubes and wires ran from the outside of the pods to bulking machinery surrounding them in a tangled confusion.

The fronts of each pod were split, with hinges on either side forming doors. On each, a number was stenciled, one through four. Number 3 had been opened, letting Katy see that the inside the pod was an object that looked a bit like a chair, in the general shape, but far more complicated. It wasn’t so hard though, to recognize the open cuffs where the chairs unfortunate occupant could be secured at the wrists and ankles and neck. Her face flushed slightly. If her hunch was correct, that bit in the middle would be the seat of the chair...with two white prongs sticking up out of them in a very suggestive way.

Blondie led the two to a spot about halfway between the doors and the odd machines, then brought the captives to a halt. As they waited, Katy caught a glimpse of a figure, or rather a figure’s legs, sticking out from a hatch in the side of the number 3 pods. A minute later, they stirred and climbed out. The figure proved to be a man, about in his mid-40s, with messy black hair going grey in spots and stubble. He had on a mechanic’s jumpsuit. A grin crossed his face as he saw Blondie and the two naked, bound women behind her.

Katy and Beth both blushed hard as the man walked towards them, eying their figures with a leering grin. It was bad enough being forced to strip naked in front of a group of other girls, but it was far worse being kept naked in front of a strange man, especially one twice their own age. Still, as they’d discovered, there was nothing they cold do, but try and endure as best they could.

“How’d things go?” He asked, addressing Blondie, though his eyes remained on her two captives.

“Perfectly, sir.” She replied, in a quieter tone. “These two didn’t give us any trouble.”

“And how’d the girls do? Any problems with Alice?”

“She was alright, though Jenny showed some wavering.”

“Alright. We’ll run her through a refresher course tonight...” He replied. “After our new recruits, of course.” Stepping past Blondie, he went to the two captives. They shrunk back in fright, but the leashes held tight by Blondie made it impossible to get away.

“The pictures didn’t do justice...” He mused idly, examining the naked women closer. They gave muffled protest as he reached out to casually cup their breasts, stroke their bellies and things, indignent squeals as he reached between their legs  to caress them. He chuckled. “These two are already wet.”

Blondie quickly explained the vibrators and other bondage gear they had found while robbing the house and how the two had been mercilessly teased to the brink of orgasm and denied constantly for the last several hours. “Of course, I think this one was getting aroused even before that, sir.” Blondie said, nodding towards Katie.

“Really?” He smiled as Katy cringed in shame. “We’ll start with her then...it will be interesting to see how it affects things. Seeing the question on Blondie’s face, he explained, “Number 3 is down and I’m currently using parts from 4 to fix it. And that police girl we caught snooping around last night is  still in Number 1. She proved a bit stronger willed then I thought and needed a second run through.”

“What should I do with this one in the meantime, sir?” Blondie asked, pointing to Beth as she handed over Katy’s lead.

“I’m sure you and the girls can keep her entertained until a spot opens up for her.” The man replied with a chuckle. “Just whatever you do, don’t let her cum. I’d like to test what effect prolonged sexual denial has on the process.”

“Oh thank you sir!” Blondie said and she tugged on Beth’s leash. “Come along, you. We’re going to have so much fun!” Beth fought the pull of the lead, but was forced to follow. She cast one last fearful look back at Katy who pulled at her own leash, held firmly by the man. They grunted after each other as they were separated.

“Don’t worry.” The man said, in a tone that was meant to be calmly. “You’ll see her again soon enough. And besides, you’re going to have to learn to share.” He laughed. “Now come along.” He turned and walked to the machine marked with a big “2”. Trembling with fright, Katy had no choice but to follow. As they got close, the pod opened, with a hiss, to reveal another chamber like the open-pod, with another of those strange chairs in the center. She moaned, realizing she was going to be put on it, and those two prongs in the seat, both way bigger then the vibrators she and Beth had already endured.

Katy stood, tensely, watching as the man fussed with the chair, adjusting the head, arm and leg rests, swinging the restrains open and applying some sort of oil or gel to the prongs and rubbing them down. His back was to Katy, more focused on the machine then her. The young woman considered making a break for it. This might be her last chance…

But even so she hesitated. With her feet shackled, she would barely get 10 feet in them before the rattling chains got his attention. And even if she reached the door, she had no idea how to open it with her hands cuffed.

Before she could work up her nerve, the man turned back and grabbed the young woman before she could react. He pulled the struggling Katy over to the chair and picked her up. She tensed in anticipation as the tips of the plugs met her holes, which slowly yielded under the weight of her body. She squealed as gravity, guided by the man holding her up, slowly pulled her down the full length of the plugs until her naked bottom touched the cold steel of the chair.

As soon as the plugs were entirely inside her, the man pushed Katy so she was flat against the back of the chair and closed a large metal restraint around her middle, preventing her from rising up off of them. He unbuckled her collar and did the same with another restraint around her neck, forcing her to keep her head pressed back against the padded headrest. He repeated this process with her hands and feet, removing the cuffs only to immediately fasten them tightly to the frame of the chair. In the end, Katy was fastened down tight, unable to do anything but wiggle her toes.

The man reached up and unbuckled Katy’s ballgag, removing it and pulling out the sodden wad of Beth’s panties. Katy worked her jaw, trying to get the stiffness out. She’d never worn a gag for so long before. But her freedom was short lived. Before she could even think of pleading with her captor, he took a different gag from a bin beside the chair. It was a wide panel gag with a leather harness colored the same off white as the pod. On the inside was another rubber prong, not as long as the two currently impaling Katy, but just as thick.

“You can’t be seri-Mmmppphhh!!!” Katy’s words were cut off as the prong was pushed between her teeth, reaching almost to the back of her throat before the leather panel met her lips. The man quickly buckled it on securely. The straps of the harness fitted to ones on the chair, further trapping her head in place.

Katy struggled against the unyielding steel restraints, grunting through the thick panel gag, but it was obvious nothing she could say or do would make the slightest difference in what happened here. Her captor ignored her, fiddling a bit with the controls here and there, flipping switches, pushing buttons. In response, a low hum started to fill the chamber.

“Relax...” The man said, with a smirk. “This won’t hurt a bit. You might even enjoy it.” The flip of another switch caused something to whir and hum overhead. With her head fixed in place, Katy couldn’t see what it was until it was right over her. It was a helmet, made of metal and suspended from the ceiling by several thick cables. The man guided the helmet down onto her head so it fit snugly over her, covering everything down to her nose. Once again everything went dark.

Nearby, muffled by the helmet over her ears, Katy heard her captor throw another, large switch. Then he stepped away. The doors of the chamber started to move with a mechanical buzz, thudding into place. The humming grew louder, filling the chamber. Katy struggled harder, pulling in vain against the metal shackles.

Just then, the twin prongs inside the young woman burst into a powerful vibration stronger then anything she’d ever felt before. Already teased and denied for hours, there was no chance of Katy holding back. She screamed into her gag in pleasure as waves of intense orgasms crashed through her and she forgot everything…

***

“Mmmppphhh!!!” Cindy grunted fearfully, the wadded up panties and cloth muffling her. The 19-year old coed knelt in the living room of the small rented flat. On either side of her were the three other girls she shared it with. Like her, they each had their hands tied behind their backs with rope and a wadded up pair of panties stuffed in their mouths. Not even their own. Their clothes had all gotten jumbled together in a pile when they’d been ordered to strip and their captors hadn’t bothered sorting them before gagging the coeds.

The captives exchanged looks of fear and disbelief. Less then an hour ago, they had been enjoying a lazy Saturday morning. Next thing they knew, the door of the flat had been thrown open and half a dozen or more intruders rushed in, taking them all captive at gunpoint. In shock, they’d put up no resistance, stripping at the intruders’ commands and letting themselves be bound and gagged.

One of the intruders was watching them, pacing back and forth in front of the line of captives, a silenced pistol held casually at her side. She was a tall woman in her late twenties or early thirties, and blonde. She was dressed from head to neck in a tight leather catsuit with a black domino mask covering her pale blue eyes. Just then, the rest of them came in. They were all young woman, dressed in the same odd outfit.

“Everything wrapped up and ready to go ma’am.” One of them, a tall redhead said in a cheerful tone.

“Very good Katy.” The first woman told the redhead. “Alice, Jenny, start loading the van. Sally, get the place scrubbed clean.” Each of the intruders chimed a “yes ma’am” in response to her orders and hurried to obey. “Katy, Beth...” She nodded to the last two, the redhead and a shorter blonde. “See to our “hostesses.”

The two nodded and advanced on their captives. The four coeds squirmed in their bonds, unsure what was happening but sure it was bad for them. Cindy grunted into her gag, pleadingly, as one of the two, the redhead, came up with her captive with something in her hands. It was a black cloth sack, held open.

“Don’t be scared...” The redhead said in a friendly way. She dropped the empty bag over Cindy’s head, plunging her into darkness. “Everything is going to be fine, trust me...”