Martha was walking with her briefcase through the calm residential neighborhood. She was extremely nervous. Her boss had told her that she had to get at least one if she didn't want to be fired. She was working as a street saleswoman, selling cosmetics and other beauty products, and she really needed the job. She had been walking around from house to house all morning and hadn't managed to sell anything at all, not even a bare lipstick. She was beginning to despair as she made her way to the last house on the street. She looked at the names on the mailbox, and found 3 women's names. Kaitlyn, Kira, and Eve Anderson. She crossed his fingers and prayed all she knew before knocking on the door.

   - Good morning, my name is Martha Bensing, I am a representative of Maddox cosmetics, could I speak with you for a moment? - She yelled from outside the door.

A few seconds, that seemed like hours to Martha, passed but finally someone opened it. It was a tall woman with dark hair and blue eyes. Pretty attractive.

   - Good morning, Mrs. Anderson?

   - Emmmm ... Yes, what do you want?

   - I would like to tell you about the benefits and advantages of Maddox cosmetics, both for your skin and for your pocket. - She introduced herself.

   - I'm not interested, I'm sorry.

   - Please, -Martha implored, putting one foot to prevent her from closing the door in her face. - Let me in. I really need to sell something, please.

The plea in her gaze melted the woman's heart, who reluctantly agreed. Once inside, Mrs. Anderson invited Martha to sit on the couch, and she begins pulling items out of her briefcase, receiving no apparent enthusiasm from Mrs. Anderson. When she finished her presentation, she awaited hopefully the response of the woman who, offering an apparently sincere apology, said:

   - I'm sorry, but I am not interested in changing my cosmetics line at this time. I'm really sorry.

Martha noticed how she began to collapse at the refusal of the last potential client. She knew what that meant: her impending dismissal. She bursted into tears without being able to help it.

However, she decided to expend her last bullet.
  - Please. I will do anything. Anything as long as you buy a product. Whichever it is ... please! I need the job…
  - I'm sorry ... I have to go right away ...
  - Please!
Martha's tears got to her lips, even tasting them. The woman then noticed the young woman's face. There was something about his fire-red half-length hair that caught her, and her emerald green eyes haunted her.
Suddenly, she came up with something, and she drew a wicked smile on her face.
  - Maybe you can help me with something. I'll be right back.
Then, she got up from the couch, to return a minute after with a black backpack.
  - You see, Martha… can I call you Martha?
  - Of course.
  - Perfect, call me Candy.
  - I'm sorry, I thought your name was Kaitlyn.
  - Candy is how my friends call me – she answered with a happy smile – you see, Martha. I'm going to cut to the chase. I'm a lesbian, and I like you.
The young woman blushed at the sudden declaration of the woman, but immediately recovered.
  - Oh ... wow ... well, I suppose we could reach some kind of agreement.
  - Wow, you do need the job, huh? -the young woman nodded. - Don't worry, I'm offering you something simpler. It turns out that, in addition to being a lesbian, I have a little fetish, and that is that I like to tie up and gag pretty young women like you. Have you heard of bondage?
  - It sounds familiar ... Wait ... Did you say you want to tie me up and gag me?!
  - That's right, Martha. Quid pro quo. I am not interested in any of the products you have brought me, but I am interested in seeing you in bondage, so you give me that, and I buy you what you need so that you do not get fired, what do you think?
The young woman seemed to hesitate for a moment. The proposition was unusual to say the least, but the desperation to which she was subjected made her finally agree.
  - Brilliant! –Candy celebrated, as she revealed the inside of her backpack. Various rolls of ropes, ribbons, microfoam and bondage accessories of all kinds. - Well, you can start by placing your hands behind your back.
The young woman obeyed, and the woman quickly began to wrap the rope around her slender wrists. Martha watched how the nylon bit into her delicate skin, but decided not to say anything. She couldn't afford that.
Candy moved with amazing ability, which made Martha a bit nervous.
  - Wow ... you are really good at this. This is very tight.
  - Well… it's how it's supposed to be, babe.
  - Yeah, I can imagine. Well, is it done?
  - Oh, girl, I've only just begun.
In less than two minutes, Candy had safely immobilized Martha's ankles, legs and wrists.
  - Now, I'm going to tie your elbows.
  - The elbows? - The young woman repeated, horrified.
  - Don't worry, I'm not going to force them to touch, just what you can.
Martha breathed, a little relieved, and received the new dose of knots with hardly any pain.
  - Have you seen how tying your elbows makes your precious breasts stand out?
  - Mmmm ... yes, I suppose you're right,-the young woman replied, checking that it was totally true. - You… you're not going to abuse me after this or anything, are you?
  - But who do you think I am!? - Candy asked, really offended.
  - I'm sorry ... I'm a little nervous.
  - Don't worry, dear, we are almost done, - she replied in a reassuring voice. Martha nodded. - Now I'm going to tie you in a balltie, okay?
  -I guess - the young woman replied, who had not understood the word, but decided to let herself go.
With the same skill shown so far, she grasped the rope that fixed her ankles with which she bound her thighs, leaving her even more defenseless.
  - Comfortable?
  - Not much ... but I can bear it. Can I talk to you now about the benefits of Maddox cosmetics, and how it will improve your daily life?
  - Talk? No, baby. I'm sorry, but it's gag time, - the woman replied with confidence and joy.
  - Oh, true. I had forgotten –the redhead pretended, showing a smile of circumstance.
  - Don't worry, I don't. I will go for a multi-layer gag.
  - What's that? - she asked innocently.
  - It is, as its name suggests, the gag that combines several types which are applied superimposed one on top of the other.
  - Is it really necessary? Wouldn't a simple handkerchief around my mouth do? - Martha protested.
  - I'm afraid not. To fulfill my little fantasy correctly I have to make sure that you can't scream. In addition, it is the one I like the most.
  - Alright.
Without giving her captive time to reply, Candy put some seemingly clean panties in her mouth and added:
  - Don't worry, they're clean.
Next, she grabbed a handkerchief and placed it over her mouth, ensuring that the panties stayed inside. Afterwards, she place six strips of black duct tape, over which she applied the microfoam tape, wrapping her precious hair several times. To top it off, she took a new red handkerchief, larger than the first, and applied it over her mouth and nose, completing an OTN gag.
  - Perfect, - Candy said, -I think I've outgrown myself, baby. Let's see, try it.
  - MPHHHHHHHHH! Martha protested behind her massive gag.
  - Amazing. Before checking what you have, I'm going to try one more thing.
  - MPHHH? –Inquired the young saleswoman.
Without responding, Candy pulled her victim's socks off her feet, and grabbed her thumbs using a finer bit of rope. In addition, with a new one, she tied her wrists to her waist, making the rest of the loop go through her lower parts, being in a crotchrope to which Martha did not know how to react.
  - That's a gift, baby. Enjoy it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a few things to take care of upstairs. Immediately down.
  -MPhhhh, - the redhead agreed.
She watched the woman grabbing her backpack and going upstairs. Meanwhile, she checked the tightness of her bonds, finding herself unable to escape on her own. Sitting on the couch, she struggled vigorously, with no success. When she was too exhausted, she verified that the lady of the house was watching her from the living room door.
  - Mphhhhhh –Martha tried to apologize for trying to free herself, and Candy seemed to understand, because she answered:
  - Do not worry Baby. I just admired how cute you look in this situation.
  - Can we talk about Maddox now? –Martha wanted to ask, although what came out of her mouth was only a count of noises muffled down by the various layers of her gag.
  - I don't understand what you're saying, Martha, but don't worry, I have a surprise for you.
  - Mphhhhh? –Asked the redhead, widening her eyes.
  - Now you'll see, - she replied, as she picked her up, heading upstairs.

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TWO HOURS EARLIER

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   - Mom, mom, you have to help us, - the twins begged their mother.
  - Let's see, what is happening to you now? –Replied the woman with false boredom.
  - We want to do an "escape challenge".
  - Again?
  - Last time it wasn't clear who was the winner, - Kira replied with a laugh.
The two nineteen-year-old twins smiled at their mother with the most innocent expression they were capable of drawing. They had been practicing these characteristic predicaments for several months, where either their mother, or each other, are tied tightly and seek to free themselves as quickly as possible. But so far, neither Kira nor Eve have been clear winners.
  - Okay, - Kaitlyn agreed, with a wicked smile, - but you'd better have practiced, because I'm going to tie you up harder than ever, - she added laughing.
  - Brilliant! Me first! - Kira asked.
  - That's not fair! She always goes first! - Eve protested.
  - Because she's always faster, Eve, - her mother stated.
Kira stuck out her tongue in a markedly childish gesture, and wagged her long blonde hair to hit her sister's face.
  - All right, Kira, put your hands back. This time I'm going to go for duct tape.
The young woman obeyed without wasting a single second, and her mother began to tie her wrists with the ribbon. They were followed by the ankles and the legs, below and above the knees.
  - Well, I think it could be better, but for the moment that will do, - Kaitlyn said with a laugh. - Eve, are you ready?
The young woman shook her head up and down vigorously and with a smile from ear to ear. Kaitlyn immediately placed her in the same position as her sister, with her hands and legs wrapped in duct tape.
  - Well, girls, are you ready?
  - But mom, haven't you forgotten something? - Kira asked maliciously.
  - Yes mom. You have to gag us. And hard, with a powerful gag, please.
  - Yeah! We don't want anything to be heard at all.
  - Are you sure, girls?
  - Of course! - They both agreed in unison.
  - Okay, okay, whatever you want, - Kaitlyn conceded smiling, knowing that it was impossible to deny her daughters anything when they got like that.
Next, she went to Kira's underwear drawer, and pulled out a pair of knee socks. Smiling, she showed it to the twins, who nodded approvingly.

   - Open your mouth all you can, Eve.

The young woman obeyed, while with her bright blue eyes she watched her mother put the sock completely inside her, after having rolled it several times. Next, she took the other one, and repeated the procedure, putting it in her other daughter's mouth. Then she grabbed the roll of duct tape, and cut several pieces to place over the socks, covering the twins' lips.

   - Are you happy already? - Kaitlyn asked.

   - Mphnoooo, - the young women protested, whose denial was heard even through the gags.
  - And what do you prefer? Wrap or OTM?

   - MPhhboth! - They replied again.

   - Okay, okay, as you wish, - answered the mother with a mischievous wink.

Responding to the requests of her daughters, Kaitlyn covered their mouths with several meters of tape wrapped around their blond heads, and then secured them with a pair of scarves that she wrapped twice. Kira's was red, matching her Chicago Bulls tank top and denim shorts, and Eve's was blue to match her eyes. She had dressed more casually for the occasion, in her pajamas consisting of brown leggings and a white short-sleeved T-shirt. A success, according to Kaitlyn, since in a challenge like this the important thing was to be comfortable to be able to escape, and to put aside the concept of "fashion" that Kira had.

   - Well, babies, I leave you here. I'm going to my room to practice my own skills - she said goodbye laughing

   - I'll be back in half an hour to see how you are doing.

   - Mphhhhhmphhhamye –the twins said goodbye. Kaitlyn looked at them again before leaving the door. Her two daughters were completely tied up and, at her own request, heavily gagged. They were really cute. Their long manes were wrapped in ribbon and scarves and, although the ties had not been as restrictive as possible, she considered that they were enough to entertain them for a while. With a wave of his hand, she said goodbye to them and went to her room.

Once there, she took her own arsenal from the box she kept in the closet: some handcuffs, the key, that she left on the sideboard, handy, since she did not want any surprises, several meters of rope that most of them did not intend to use, a sponge and a white handkerchief. Today she would go slowly, since she wanted to be free soon to see if her daughters needed help.
She sat on her bed and began to tie her ankles with the pile of rope she had taken from the box. She went on with her legs, but only tied them below her knees. Afterwards, she grabbed the sponge and pushed it into her mouth as much as she could. She felt it expand inside her, and let out a groan of pleasure. She really loved feeling as helpless and gagged as the sponge made her feel. Firmly, she grasped the handkerchief and grasped it at the nape of her neck, forming it into a cleave-gag, wrapping her curly blond hair and, making sure that the keys were still on the sideboard, proceeded with the handcuffs, which she used to secure her wrists. behind him.
  - MPHHHH – she tested the simple but effective gag, checking that thanks to the expansion of the sponge, no intelligible sound could come out of her mouth.
She groaned and struggled a little against the knots that held her weakly, but for the moment it would be enough.
Suddenly she heard a sound coming from the hall.
  - MPHHHH? - she asked uselessly.
  - Wow, these girls have improved, - she thought to herself, as she turned in bed to reach for the key.
Suddenly, the door opened, and an unfamiliar face appeared. It was a woman, a brunette with blue eyes.
  - Wow, I thought robbing this house would be easy, but I didn't imagine how much, -she said mockingly.
  - MPHHHHH, - Kaitlyn gave a cry of gagged horror and tried to reach for the key on the sideboard.

Unfortunately for her, the thief knew at once what she was trying to do, and she kept her from it.
  - Were you looking for this? - she asked, showing her the keys with a condescending smile.
  - MPHHHH, - Kaitlyn nodded innocently.
  - I'm sorry, but that would interrupt my plans. Now I'm going to undo your gag, but you're not going to scream, do you promise?
Knowing herself defeated, the woman nodded again.
  - Please don't hurt us, -  she exclaimed when the thief had untied the handkerchief that covered her mouth.
  - Us?
  - My daughters are in the next room. Please, they are also helpless, bound and gagged.
  - And may I know the reason for such a welcome? - she asked again cheerfully.
  - The truth is… we like it, - the woman admitted, hating telling her fantasies to the woman who had gone to rob her house. - We've been doing bondage for a long time, and escape challenges, you know. We find in the restraints a certain fantasy, pleasure.
  - Really? Wow! Normally, women I tie never enjoy it.
  - So ... you're not going to hurt us, are you?
  - Of course not, but I will have to make sure that you are properly indisposed while I empty your house. You get it right?
  - Yes… I suppose. - After a pause, she added, "Could you tie me in hogtie?"
  - Of course. Any fantasy?
  - Well, yes.
  - Of course, your wishes are my commands. And I'm afraid I'm going to have to improve that gag you were wearing as well.
  - I supposed ... and could you do me another favor?
  - If it's as good as this ...
  - Could you also improve my daughters' ties? I want them to learn what can happen if they do bondage carelessly, and bondage is too tight.
  - Of course.
  - Thank you - the woman replied - finally, can I call you in some way? For not referring to you as a "thief."
  - You can call me Candy

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Martha was carried upstairs in the arms of the surprisingly strong Candy. Now she wished she had put on another uniform to work that day, as her tight short summer dress made her breasts almost pop out of her bra. Her massive gag prevented any possibility of communication, so trying to ask her captor for mercy would be mission impossible. So she just got carried away.
She led her into the master bedroom, and what she found after walking through the door surprised her badly. Three women were laying there, completely bound and gagged.
On one hand, two twins were sitting on the bed, back to back, their bodies practically covered in duct tape. Their arms were stuck to their lower backs, and their legs barely had a patch of skin uncovered. Above, their torsos were fully attached to their arms with no possibility of movement. Furthermore, an extra piece had been used to tie them together. Their mouths, meanwhile, received a punishment similar to her own, with wide gags that prevented any sound from coming out of them.
On the other, a slightly older woman with curly blonde hair was lying face down on the floor. Her hands were tied with handcuffs, but in addition to that, a short rope tied them to her feet. In addition, her elbows and knees were tightly tied, and Martha could guess the existence of a rope similar to hers, which grabbed her waist to her hands, and encircled her vagina. She could not help but feel a certain admiration for the flexibility that the woman showed despite her age. As for the gag, she again guessed a similar treatment. Multiple layers including cleave, ribbon, microfoam, and two scarves over the set. What Martha didn't know was that Kaitlyn, deep down inside, was enjoying her situation, as so her daughters did, especially the part of the crotchrope and the massive gag whose sponge base made her enjoy emitting low moans.
A bad feeling appeared in Martha's mind, which was confirmed when Candy spoke again:
  - Martha, let me introduce you to Mrs. Kaitlyn Anderson, and her daughters Eve and Kira.
  - MPHHHHHHHHHHAT? - Martha protested.

   - I'm just a simple thief who has come to empty their home. But don't worry about them, I have a feeling that they are enjoying the situation, right, girls?
  - MPHHHHH, - agreed the owners of the house.
  - MPHHH? –Martha wanted to inquire, while Candy deposited her on the floor, sitting next to Kaitlyn.
  - Well, girls, this is Martha, and we have to help her, okay? If she doesn't leave here with at least one sale, she will be fired, and we can't allow it, can we, girls?
  - MPHHHHHOOO, - the Anderson women chanted in unison.
  - Well, this is what I'm going to do. I'm going to give up part of my loot, - she said as she took out a wad of bills from her backpack, and placed them in Martha's neckline,- and when you let go, or you are let go, - she corrected with a smile, - Martha is going to show you what you can buy from the wonderful Maddox cosmetics with the money I have given you. Sounds good to you?
They all nodded, except for Martha, who still couldn't understand what had happened.
  - Martha, I didn't hear you, - Candy asked in a mocking tone, -the other option is for me to take the money with me, so you get fired. Is that what you prefer?
  - MPHHHHHHO, - she protested, shaking her head.
  - Well, we all agree then. It has been a pleasure ladies. Good luck!
Suddenly, Kaitlyn began to protest strongly behind her gag. She had remembered something that Candy seemed to have forgotten. Then, as if connected to the brain of her captive, a light bulb lit up inside her.
  - The key! I still have it! Is that what you wanted to tell me, Kaitlyn?
  - MPHH MPHHH, - agreed the woman.
  - Wow! Good thing you remembered! Can you imagine if I had taken it with me? Okay, I'm going to leave it in your daughters' room, sounds good? It will be a new challenge. You have to crawl there, and find it.
Kaitlyn seemed to love the idea, as she nodded excitedly, as did her daughters. So, Candy disappeared through the door, and came back in two minutes.

   - It's done, and believe me, Kaitlyn, you will not find it easily.
  - MPHHH, - the woman giggled.
  - Well ladies, - she said. - It has been a pleasure. I hope we meet again. Good luck! - she proclaimed again.
  - MPHHHHHH, - the three women said goodbye, except for Martha, who still didn't understand what was happening.

However, she noticed her chest, and found that the woman had left enough money to buy half the collection. They weren't going to fire her! At least they wouldn't if he got to work on time the next day, which now seemed impossible.
She began to scream for help, as she watched how Kaitlyn tried to crawl into her daughters' room. Useless work, in her opinion, but worth a try. She concentrated on continuing to call for help through her gag, emitting no more than simple gasps.
To her surprise, when about half an hour had passed, the rope securing Kaitlyn's hogtie gave way, and she was soon on her feet. Bouncing around, displaying an astonishing agility, she left the room and headed down the hall. Martha couldn't help but admire the strength of that woman, as she listened to the sound of her feet bouncing against the ground. She hoped with all his might for her to succeed.
When more time had passed than might have been expected, Kaitlyn reappeared through the door, this time totally unleashed and with an exhausted expression in her eyes. The other three women greeted her with gasps of joy. They were going to be free! However, the woman had other intentions.
  - Sorry, girls, but I'm exhausted. All that time struggling to free myself and trying to find the damn keys has taken its toll on me, I'm sorry, but I need to lie down.
She stepped over Martha, who had fallen to the ground fighting her restraints, and pushed the twins so that they were lying on one side of the bed, so that she could occupy the other.
  - Good night, girls. I will untie you first thing tomorrow morning, I promise.
  - MPHHHHHHHH - this time, even Kira and Eve protested, since they were starting to get tired of being tied up all day. However, it was useless, Kaitlyn did not take more than two minutes to fall asleep.
Martha protested again, trying to make her situation understood, and prevent the woman from falling asleep, but the gag did its effect, and no intelligible words came out of her mouth.
In the end, she decided to give up and chose to sleep as well. She hoped the money and the marks on her skin were enough to keep her boss from firing her.