From the moment I’d decided to kidnap my neighbors, I knew the Parker sisters would be among them. They were easily the hottest girls on the street, if not the town. Though Sarah, the older girl, was almost 18 months older than her sister Megan, they were so close in looks plenty assumed they had to be twins. I’d given serious thoughts to abducting the sisters in the past, only held back at the threat of police attention such a kidnapping would draw to me. But now it was here anyway, it would be a shame to leave without the two choicest pieces of merchandise in the neighborhood.

The main issue I faced, heading outside, was that the two lived about three houses down and across the street from me, making it trickier to grab them at home and bring them back to the rest of my captives. At least not without getting the attention of everyone in the neighborhood. And waiting until night to give me some cover wouldn’t work either, since their parents would be back from work and make things far more complicated. Unfortunately, unlike with Mrs. Wilkins, I didn’t have a ready excuse to invite the girls over to my house where it would be much easier subduing them in secret. Or so I thought…

 I had started down the sidewalk, intending a quick pass by their house, to see how things stood there at that moment and try to work out a plan, before heading back before my captives started getting funny ideas about trying to escape. But as I approached the house, I happened to spot my two intended victims coming up the street towards me, dressed in swimsuits, carrying towels and with glum expressions on their faces.

I hurried forward, trying to meet the girls before they went in, without being too obvious that was my intention. As I did, I enjoyed the opportunity the girls’ skimpy bikinis allowed to examine their hot, young bodies and confirm they were just the sort of merchandise to set my agent Steve drooling with thoughts of his commission.

As I mentioned, the sisters were a close match in looks, though by no means identical. Both were tall, curvy and tanned, with large perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity, long dark wavy hair and expressive eyes. But there were differences. Sarah, the older of the two wore her hair back, in a loose ponytail while her sister wore her in braids. I noted in the center of Sarah’s taut, smooth tummy the glint of a piercing. Neighborhood gossip said she’d had it when she came back from her freshmen year of college and it had triggered a row with her parents. Other rumors said it was far from the only piercing she’d had, something I was looking forward to confirming when I had the opportunity.

As all of these sinister and calculating thoughts whirled through my brain, I was careful to keep my face a blank mask of friendly amiability. As they saw me, the Parker sisters didn’t see a ruthless slaver, even now plotting to abduct the girls and sell them to the highest bidder, but merely a familiar neighbor, out for an afternoon stroll.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, putting on a show of concern. “You girls look down.” Sarah quickly told me how the two had planned to go down to the community swimming pool that afternoon, to beat the afternoon heat, only to find it had had trouble with one of its pumps or something and was temporarily closed for repairs.

Seeing my chance, I jumped on it at once. “Well, why don’t you girls use my pool? It’s working just fine.” The sisters thought about it for maybe a minute before nodding to one another and agreeing.

“Ummm…” Megan asked, a little hesitantly. “Would it be alright if my friends Grace and Beth come over as well? We were going to meet them down at the community pool.”

I thought a moment, thinking back to the last time I’d seen the teen’s friends in the neighborhood. Grace was a tall redhead with freckles, while Beth was a shorter, mousy haired girl with glasses if I remembered correctly. While not quite to the level of the sisters, I felt both would fetch a tidy profit when sold. Grace definitely had the body and redheads were always in demand. Beth didn’t have the classic slave girl look, to be sure, but there were those who would definitely go for the quiet, demure brunette. Four girls would definitely be trickier than two, especially without a gun to enforce their cooperation, but I was never one to shy away from a challenge and I felt I could improvise something.

“Sure! The more the merrier!” The sisters thanked me again and headed to the house, saying they’d give Megan’s friends a call and come over when they arrived in about ten or fifteen minutes. That was just fine by me. It would give me time to work out how I was going to handle four teenage girls at once. But first, I needed to check up once more on the four ladies I had already captured.

Back at the house, I entered as stealthily as I could and crept up the stairs, to surprise my captives. Sure enough, when I came in the bedroom, I caught Kate in the act of trying to escape. The teen girl had managed to get the hogtie rope undone through, judging from her sweaty and disheveled appearance, an immense effort and then worked herself into a kneeling position.

She was now trying to undo the knots binding her ankles together, hampered by her still very much tied wrists and elbows, not to mention the blindfold forcing her to work by touch alone. Still, if I’d stayed out for another five or ten minutes, I had no doubt I’d have found her coming out the front door, or already gone. But I’d come back just in time and for all her efforts, Kate wouldn’t save herself or the other captives. All she’d ensured was the rest of the day would be far less pleasant for herself.

“Naughty naughty!” I exclaimed in a loud voice when I had walked up to the still unsuspecting teen. “Trying to escape?” Kate jumped, giving a shriek of alarm. Briefly, she picked up her struggles, as if hoping she could somehow get free in the next few seconds. She grunted frantically into her gag, what I took to be begging for mercy she wasn’t going to get. The other women joined in with anxious moans of their own, Kate’s mother in particular grunting in fear for her daughter.

I ignored all of them, bending over to grab Kate. The teen kicked and bucked wildly, but there was no escape. I dragged her close to the bed. “I warned you…now you need to be punished.” Rolling her onto her back, I grabbed the hem of the girl’s t-shirt and pulled it up. Underneath, she had on a white bra. I pulled this down, baring the teen’s small, perky breasts.

“These are nice…” I mused, reaching down to cup them. Beneath the silver tape covering most of her face, Kate’s cheeks flushed a bright crimson at having her breasts fondled by another woman. I could have spent hours playing with the teen, teasing and humiliating her, teaching Kate that her young, sexy body no longer belonged to her but to me, and whoever I sold her to and they would do what they wanted with her.

But unfortunately, I didn’t have the time, not if I wanted to be ready for the Parker sister’s arrival. So after giving her soft pink nipples a quick, hard pinching, I moved further down, to her shorts. These were yanked down as far as the ropes binding the teen’s knees together would allow, followed by the white cotton panties she wore beneath, baring her crotch, a small tuft of yellow hair framing her soft, naked lips.

After giving this a perfunctory groping, much to the embarrassment of the teen, as well as her mother, whom I took pleasuring in narrating her daughter’s humiliation, I rolled Kate back onto her belly and grabbed some more rope from the dwindling supply on the bed. One, I used to quickly tie a basic rope harness around the teen’s chest, trapping her breasts in the tight, uncomfortable coils.

Next, the second coil was folded over and looped around Kate’s waist, the free ends slipped through the loop at her front, just below her navel. Taking these, I tied a couple knots a little ways down, then threaded the rope through the girl’s legs, pulling it snug. The teen gave a loud squeal as the rope pulled sharply up against her crotch, the knots I’d tied carefully positioned so they lead directly against her sex. The free ends were run up and over the cord binding Kate’s wrists.

I finished by pulling her ankles back until I could tie the ends off to the bonds on her ankle, once more bending her back into a hogtie, even strict now I had a better idea of the teen’s flexibility. But now, unless Kate kept the strict position or if she struggled too hard, her legs would slip backward and pull the crotch rope deep between her legs, cutting into her slit. From the muffled groans and squeals that escaped the duct tape, Kate was quickly figuring this out for herself.

“Enjoy!” I said, leaving her to struggle and moan. With luck, she’d be too distracted to give much thought to any further efforts at escape. Moving over to Julia and Hannah, I undid the ropes holding their gags in and took out the soggy panties from their mouths, much to the relieves groans of the women. They were rather less happy when half the wads were pushed back in and their mouths taped up once more, though they were mindful to muffle their grunts and groans of annoyance, to avoid giving me any reason to decide they needed further punishment.

“You’re doing much better ladies! Keep it up and I might loosen things up a bit more.” I told the women. The two frantically nodded, grunting through the new, lighter gags. I gave a cruel smile. Here they were, hogtied, blindfolded, wadded panties tape in their mouths and they were promising to be quiet, compliant captives to avoid even worse treatment, little realizing that in doing so, they guaranteed the rest of their lives would be spent in bondage much like this, if not worse. Of course, they didn’t know that was what was planned for them and whatever helped keep them from causing trouble while I worked to enslave them was fine by me, so I wasn’t going to spoil things just yet.

After reminding the captive women once again that attempting to escape or call for help would only result in further punishment, I left the bedroom and went back downstairs. Not a minute too soon. Peering out the front window, I could see a car in front of the Parker house and two teenage girls getting out. I only had a couple minutes before my next four captives arrived.

Leaving the bedroom and the four tied up captives squirming around inside, I hurried downstairs, heading first to the downstairs bathroom and the medicine cabinet there. I had only a few minutes before four more young ladies showed up, not yet aware they’d be joining those already hogtied upstairs.

I was in the kitchen when the front doorbell rang. Opening the door, I found the Parker sisters, Sarah and Megan, still in their bikinis and carrying beach towels. With them were two more teens, the ones I’d seen getting out of the car at their house. They’d also changed into swimsuits. The tall redhead I recognized at once as Grace. It took me a second longer to recognize the shorter girl as Beth. Apparently since the last time I’d seen her, the quiet, mousy haired girl had dyed her hair a bight green, now done up in a short, spiky pixie cut. She’d also added a couple piercings: one in her naval, her lower lip, the side of her nose and a couple running up the side of one ear. Mentally, I recalculated which of my usual buyers would be interested in buying her and the sort of price she’d fetch.

“Right this way girls.” I said, leading them through the house, taking a slightly longer route to avoid the stairs and minimize any noise the captives upstairs might make. Eventually, I took the girls to the back door and showed them the pool I’d had installed a couple years back, paid for by snatching and selling a couple cheerleaders from the high school two town’s over. “You girls have fun!” I said, smiling very friendly and left them deposit their towels and things on the patio and leap into the crystal blue water.

In the meantime, I went back to the kitchen to finish my preparations. Briefly, I ran back upstairs to check on the hogtied ladies. The last thing I needed was another escape attempt by one of the women right as I was dealing with the four teens downstairs. Fortunately, the punishments I’d dished out seemed to have done the trick. Julia and Hannah barely whimpered as I checked and re-tightened their ropes, afraid of getting the heavy gags put on them once more while judging from Kate’s fidgeting and moaning, she’d found her own position far too distracting to consider further resistance. Her mother, meanwhile, despite not having been punished herself, was so frightened by what she’d heard the other suffer to be completely cowed.

Satisfied I’d have time at least to put the next part of my scheme into play without distraction, I went back to the kitchen where the brownies I’d put in the oven were just about ready. After cutting them into squares and letting them cool, I piled up a decorative plate and put it on a tray beside a pitcher of lemonade and several glasses.

“Thought you girls could do with some refreshments.” I announced as I brought the tray out onto the back patio. The four girls in the pool paused their horseplay and climbed out, hurriedly toweling off before hurrying over.

“Thanks, Miss Michael!” Megan said, being echoed by the other three teens. Without needed further encouragement, they dug into the free food and lemonade. In just a couple minutes, most of the brownies were gone. That was also when the girls started yawning and nodding off. One of them, Grace I think, had enough of her wits about her to realize what was up and tried up get up from her seat, but I was there in a flash, pushing her back down and holding her there until she succumbed. Ten minutes later, all four dozed peacefully, blissfully unaware of how screwed they were.

I don’t often use knockout drugs in my work, aside from chloroform occasionally. So I’d completely forgotten about the small stash of sleeping pills I’d used last year in the refreshments for a Young Ladies Bible Study group that shortly found themselves heading for the Middle East, until my present need reminded me of them.

Drugs of any sort are tricky to employ. Too small a dose, and your victims will wake up too quickly, or fail to go all the way under, like had happened with a couple members of the unfortunate Bible Study group. Use too much, and you risk killing your intended captive, either with an overdose or if she has a bad reaction to the drugs and throws up while she’s got a gag in her mouth. Drugging multiple people at the same time, via food or drink, is even harder, since you have no way of accounting for different mass or metabolism or what sort of dose they’ll get. But as they say, it was a risk I was willing to let them take…

Of course, I’d erred on a lighter dose then I might have, which meant I needed to move fast. I started with Grace, since she was the largest of the teens and had had fewer brownies then the others. I threw the limp girl over one shoulder and carried her inside. Since time was a factor, I knew I couldn’t mess around with my usual rope and knots. A few quick turns of tape around Grace’s wrists and ankles did a passable job of securing her for the time being. I knew any concerted struggling by the young, fit teen would overcome the tape in time, but I could always do a proper job of securing her later. For now, I needed to deal with her friends.

I left Grace ungagged and rolled onto her side, as a precaution should her return to consciousness trigger any sort of nausea which might prove fatal of her mouth was sealed with tape. Meanwhile, I returned to the patio and selected the next girl. Beth gave a quiet moan as I lifted her up onto my shoulder and deposited her beside Grace. Her hands and feet were taped just as quickly before I went and repeated the process with the two sisters.  Soon enough, all four lay on the floor, bound hand and foot. I stood over them, waiting for the teens to come to…

Slowly, one at a time, the four girls awoke as the sleeping pills faded from their system. Grace, unsurprisingly, was the first to awaken, her initial confusion giving way to alarm then terror as she realized the predicament she and the others were in. Before she got the idea to scream, I bent down and swiftly affixed a strip of tape across her mouth. The greatest danger of her throwing up was passed now and while a single strip, without packing wasn’t much of a gag, it would be quick to remove if that danger reared up again. As the other three came to, they got the same treatment. Soon four teenage faces stared up at me “Mmmppphh-ing” frantically through taped lips as they struggled against their bonds.

For the moment, I let them stew a little longer and realize, to their growing alarm they were unable to get free from the sticky bands of tape trapping their hands and feet. Meanwhile, I went and fetched the intimidating kitchen knife I’d used with all my other captives so far. It was just as effective on the teens as I bent down over them and showed the terrified girls the blade.

“Shut up!” I snapped at them, the change in my tone from my earlier friendliness having as sharp an effect on the girls as the knife. “I expect by now, you’ve realized you’re not going anywhere at the moment. As of right now, you’re my prisoners and it’s going to stay that way for the time being, so let’s not have any foolishness from you young ladies, understand? As for why, you’ll find that out soon enough. For right now, you only need to know I’m not going to kill you and I’m not going to hurt you…unless you try and escape or fight back, got it?” As for what their future owners would do with to the girls…I had a good idea, but I’d let them find that out in the proper time.

Once I was sure the four girls had gotten the right idea who was in charge here: me, and what they should do: what I said, I bent down and quickly cut the tape binding their ankles. Then, I stood them up on wobbly legs. Marching them upstairs was a risk, to be sure, since I needed to free their feet to let them walk, but I figured it was no less a risk then leaving three of them alone while I carried their friend upstairs. All things being the same, I took the course which was easier on my back and knees…

As it was, I had no great difficulty herding my captives into a line and marching the teenage girls up the stairs and to the bedroom. They were, of course, horrified on entering and seeing three older women and another girl trussed up and gagged as well. I made a point to direct their attention to Kate and explain her current predicament and how they could expect the same if they tried anything stupid. Cowed by this example, the four meekly complied with my next order to get down on their knees and, awkwardly lie on their bellies so they could be trussed up like the others.

Grabbing what was left of the rope, I got to work, first lashing each of the teen’s feet at the ankles. Then, one at a time, I cut the tape on their wrists and immediately bound them much more securely with rope. As I was, by that point, running low, I couldn’t hogtie them like the others. Instead, I paired the teens, the two sisters on one side, their friends on the other, and lashed them together, back to back. Not as secure as the hogties, especially since the pairs would be able to help each other somewhat. Still, with the last of my intended captives now secured, I wouldn’t need to leave the room, I thought, and I could keep a close enough eye on the teens to spot and forestall any escape attempts they might try.

The last thing I did was peel back the tape over each girl’s lips and stuff her mouth with packing, pressing the tape back and place and added a couple more strips for good measure, blindfolding them as well. Between the eight captives, nearly my entire underwear drawer was now stuffed inside their mouths.

The sight of all of the women and girls squirming around on the floor, sobbing and moaning was something to behold. Much as I knew I’d needed to pull this off, a part of me hadn’t really believed I could pull the mass kidnapping off. Something would go wrong, I was sure. One of the women would slip away while I was grabbing her, or get free and call for help. Some unexpected problem would interfere and ruin all my plans. But it hadn’t, and now I had all of them here, trussed up and helpless. All I had to do now was wait for the truck to arrive to take them away and I’d be home free…

And at that moment, a heavy pounding on the door, loud enough to reach the bedroom through the house and bedroom door, announced that the police were at my door…