“I feel like a kid in a candy store!” Ed said with a laugh, looking around the room. A score of girls lay on the ground, slumped over benches or leaned against locks wherever they had happened to be when the knockout gas pumped into the locker room had started to take hold. Some were still in their normal clothes, others were dressed in the red and white uniforms of the Brookfield High School Cheerleading team. Still others were somewhere in between, caught in the act of changing when Ed and his team had opened the valves on the gas canister.

“Let’s start with…her!” Ed’s gaze, and his pointing finger, fell upon a pretty blonde teen: short with cute freckles and pigtails. His goons went to work at once. While one of the interchangeable thugs picked up the girl from the bench she was slumped over, the other goon brought forward one of their bags of restraints.

The teen was soon divested of her uniform, followed by her underwear leaving her naked from head to toe. Leather cuffs from the bag were buckled around her wrists and ankles, followed by a collar around her neck. A harness encircled her head, holding in place a leather blindfold and a thick ballgag. The girl was rolled onto her belly, ankles cuffed together, hands locked behind her back.

Ed, meanwhile, was looking over the other unconscious cheerleaders. “Her next!” He pointed to a tall asian girl with straight black hair tied in long braids. The goons dutifully picked her up and carried her to join  the blonde. Her tank top and shorts were removed and the same leather bindings applied. No sooner had they finished the second captive then Ed was pointing to a pretty girl with long, wavy red hair. She’d already stripped off her t-shirt and skirt, meaning all the men had to do was unhook her bra and yank down the skimpy panties she wore and slip the cuffs onto her slender wrists and ankles.

The men worked quickly, but methodically. They were mindful that someone could come to check in one cheerleading practice at any time. Even if no one did, the drugs used to knock out the girls wouldn’t last forever. Three more girls were selected, stripped and secured: a tall, athletic brunette with short hair, a short curvy hispanic girl with a long ponytail and another cute blonde. As the last of their restraints was strapped tight around her lithe, nude body, Ed looked over the line. A half dozen captive girls, the very best of the cheerleading team, lay naked and restrained.

There still remained the task of getting them out of the locker room. Ed went first, poking his head out the locker room door into the still, quiet halls of the school, to verify the coast was clear. They hustled out, each man carrying one of their still unconscious captives slung over a shoulder. Not far away, a fire door had been propped open. Close by, their van was parked by the curb. The first three girls were deposited in the back and left for the moment while the men went back for their three squadmates.

The rest of the cheerleaders and their coaches were left where they lay. The knockout gas had a special chemical in the mixture which inhibited short term memory. None of them would remember, precisely, what had happened at the practice, would have no evidence anything had happened, save for their missing squadmates of course.

The six unlucky girls selected were secured in the back of the van. Their cuffed ankles were fastened to three rings bolted to the floor of the van, two girls to each bolt. The collars were likewise chained down, leaving the girls stretched out, lying on their bellies. After closing it up, the men piled in, started the van and drove off.

A quarter of an hour after they’d left, the six cheerleaders started coming too. Whimpers and grunts of shock and horror filled the van as they realized the predicament they were in. Thanks to the knockout gas messing with their memory, they had no idea how they’d gone from changing for cheerleading practice to lying naked and chained in the back of a strange van being driven god-knows-where.

Ed laughed, thinking the girls would sob even more when they got back to the dungeon and the former cheerleaders found out this was only the beginning of a long nightmare in bondage for them. Just then, his phone rang. He answered.

“How’d things go?” The voice on the other end asked. “Any problems?”

“Everything went fine. No problems at all.” Ed replied. “It was like taking candy from a baby!”