So, here I am, back in the game. Hope to keep adding some stories more habitually. Meanwhile, here you have the second part of one of my unfinished stories. Enjoy!

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Amy looked at both robber and babysitter. They had tricked her well. Actually, her mother had been tricked and now she was to pay the consequences.

The newcomer then drew a naughty expressions with her eyes and spoke.

  - I think she's not quiet enough, don't you think?

  - Of course not -answered Mackenzie, pretending to be offended-. I just didn't want her to suspect a thing.

  - Wasn't trying to be judgy, honey, just meant that she may need a more quieter gag.

  - Yes, I think so too.

  - MPHHHHH! - Amy protested. What did they mean by a "more quieter one"? She couldn't even utter a word!

The robber searched inside her bag and took a roll of some different tape. It was white, thicker and looked more sticky than the normal one.

  - I've found some stuffing -said Mackenzie, showing one of the knee socks she had taken from Amy's drawer.

"What are they suppose to do with that?" Amy wondered.

The masked lady then unknotted the scarf around her head and immediately, Amy spitted out the scarf used as stuffing.

  - You bitches! -she screamed-. If you arrowminded sluts think you're going to get away with this you're complet...

She couldn't even finish the sentence. One of her knee socks was put inside her mouth and made sure not to escape by pressing a strong hand against her lips.

  - I can't put up with such a dirty language -explained Mackenzie.

  - Do you think just one will do?

  - I think there's plenty of room for the other one -she added winking.

  - Mphhhhh! -Amy protested through her hand-gag uselessly.

Soon, Mackenzie forced her to open her mouth and forced the other sock inside. Next it was the masked girl's turn to act. She peeled the microfoam tape and began wrapping it tightly around her head.

  - My hair!!! -tried to protest Amy, but once again what came out was a muffled "mphhhhhh".

  - Now this is a proper gag! - pointed out Mackenzie, followed by the giggling of the masked girl.

Amy felt the tape gluing her face and hair and thought of how it would hurt when it comes out.

  - Could we have fun with her for a while? -Mackenzie asked.

  - Not yet, honey, let's do things right.

  - Okaaay -she conceded-. So I guess it's my turn now.

  - Don't act like you don't like it. You know you love it!

Mackenzie suddenly blushed, before the naive look in the eyes of Amy. The masked girl took a piece of rope, while Mackenzie put her hands behind her back. The babysitter then turned towards her and claimed:

  - I bet you're getting lost right now, don't you?

The girl said nothing. Not like she could say too much.

  - We're going to pretend that some thugs have broken into your house and taken the poor Amy with them, so that they can order a ransom, leaving her poor and hopeless babysitter tied up and gagged. That way, maybe mummy will be more open to negotiate.

  - Mphhhhmphhh -cried the girl, who felt too weak to fight.

  - So, babe, do me - added Mackenzie in a very lusty way.

The robber did as she was told and began wrapping the rope around her wrists. Her elbows followed, not being able to touch but getting very close. Then, the crotchrope. Amy thought what would be the purpose of that rope that she also had, apart from giving pleasure and rubbing her intimate area. Judging by Mackenzie's expression, there didn't seem to be another purpose.

When she was done with her crotch, the masked girl adressed to her girlfriend's legs, tying them on her thighs, over the knees, below the knees and ankles.

  - Do you want me to tie your thumbs?

  - Oh, yes, please -Mackenzie answered as she maneuvered to take off her shoes, even with her ankles tied.

When she finished tying the last tiny piece of nylon, she took several scarfs and showed them to Mackenzie.

  - Mmmm, my favourite part! -claimed the babysitter while opening her mouth widely.

The masked girl then stuffed the first scarf inside her willingly open mouth, and soon another one, with a knot tied in the middle followed, wrapping it around her head and tying it behind her neck, making a cleave gag.

  - Do you want another one? -the only ungagged girl in the room asked.

  - Mphhh mpha -answered Mackenzie, nodding.

She was tied another scarf over her mouth and nose.

  - Nice, honey, you look awesome -she said, grabbing her crotchrope and causing a moan of pleasure in Mackenzie.

  - MPHHHHHHHELP!! -Amy tried to scream once again, with the same result.

  - Oh, are you jealous, Amy?

  - MPHHHHHHHH!! -Amy shook her head, but it didn't stop her. She grabbed the crotchrope she had applied on her previously and pulled strongly.

The girl felt a mixture of pleasure and fear, since she still didn't know what those two kidnappers were planning on doing with her. However, the feeling of the rope against her crotch was too deep to ignore it.

  - I'm sorry, honey -she adressed Mackenzie now- but we must go. I wish we could stay and play for a while, but time passes and we have work to be done.

  - Mphhhh!! -protested the babysitter, drawing a sad face that soon turned into a gagged smile.

  - As soon as miss mummy unties you, we set up the plan.

Mackenzie nodded and the masked lady lifted poor tied Amy over her shoulder. She kept protesting, but the gag proved to be very efficient.

  - Say bye, babe!

  - Mphhyye!

The door shut and Mackenzie could hear her girlfriend's steps going downstairs. When she heard the door to the street closing, she began struggling and tugging her ropes, but with no real intention of getting out.

She loved bondage, it wasn't a secret by now. The feeling of the crotchrope against her clit was just too much.

"Oh my God" she thought, emitting a loud though muffled screaming.

Gagged as she was, it was impossible for anyone to hear her screamings, so she could scream the shit out of her.

She lost her track of time, so she didn't know how much time it went til Mrs Pope came back home.

  - Hi! Mackenzie! Amy! I’m here! -she shouted from downstairs.

As soon as the babysitter heard that, she began screaming again, louder than before, so that the mother would find her.

  - MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

  - Mackenzie? -she asked, and soon began going upstairs.

Mackenzie kept screaming until she saw Mrs Pope blonde hair appearing through the door. She had to admit that, even though being in her mid 40s, she had such a stunning good look. Tall, long blonde and bright hair, nice boobs and curvy ass. Good match.

  - Mackenzie! What happened? Where is Amy?

The woman checked every corner inside the room. Then she left to search around the rest of the house, not to mention she didn’t even plan to untie Mackenzie, who had a doubtful expression in her face.

  - MPHHHHHHHHHHH!! -she protested.

More than ten minutes later, Mrs Pope came back into the bedroom.

  - I can’t find her anywhere! Mackenzie, what the hell happened?

Now she did proceed to untie the babysitter’s gag.

  - Oh my God, how many layers are there? -she questioned, before, taking the last scarf from inside her mouth-. Now, I want you to tell me exactly what happened.

  - There were two of them. A guy and a woman. They assaulted us, entered the house and grabbed Amy and I. They took Amy and said they would be demanding a ransom any time soon. I’m sorry Mrs Pope, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect her!

  - Oh, come on, save those words -Mrs Pope said angrily, before, to Mackenzie’s surprise, reapplying, one by one, each one of her gag.

  - MPHHHH? -she asked through the layers of silk surrounding her face.

  - You’re an idiot! I hired you so that you could protect my sweet child, but not only you haven’t been able to do so, but you’ve also ended up tied up and gagged by those thugs! You’re an idiot -she repeated, and began crying-. You’re going to stay like that until they called for the ransom! That’s the least punishment you deserve for your incompetence!

  - MPHHHHHHH? – Mackenzie still didn’t understand.

“Is she serious” she thought, and then began protesting again against her gag. Not like she wouldn’t enjoy some extra bondage, but she had been in the same position for hours, not being able to move or stretch. Her girl was very good with ropes.

  - MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

  - Shut up! I’m going downstairs -Mrs Pope was crying desperately-. I’ll wait for those bunch of miserable to ask for the damn ransom.

She left the room and left Mackenzie in the exact same position she had found her, but with a different expression in her face. What the fuck had just happened? Taking some time to rebuild what had just happened, she then began to tug and struggle against the rope again, only this time really trying to get out. A task proved impossible.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Mrs Pope impatiently waited for a ransom call that wasn’t happening.

Finally, three hours later, the phone rang.

  - Yes? -she answered with fear and soft voice.

  - Mrs Pope?

  - Yes.

  - We’re the people who have your daughter. If you want to get her back, you’ll do exactly as we say, do you understand?

  - Y… Yes -she replied once again.

  - Very good. Now, first of all. You call the police, Amy dies, is that clear?

  - Yes -answered, once again, Mrs Pope, who could no longer hold her tears-. Could I talk to her, please?

  - I’m afraid that’s not possible, miss. But don’t worry, we’ll send you a life prove soon enough. Now, back to business, we want fifty thousand dollars, no marked bills and no tricks, okay?

  - Yeah, can do.

  - Nice, honey. As for the exchange, I’m gonna need someone near you, not your hubby of course, to help us with that. It’s going to be very uncommon… he he he.