Becky Carter stretched her arms up high as the front door to apartment swung shut. It had been a long day interviewing suspects in a case she was working on. Thankfully, she hadn't run into any trouble, and was happy to be home to just unwind and relax for the day.

She started by kicking off her gray high heels leaving her feet in just her dark nylons. She loved those shoes, but after a long day nothing felt better then kicking them aside and letting her feet breath for a moment. The rest of her outfit consisted of a red blouse and gray skirt...a classic outfit for her at this point.

The next thing she did was reach up and undo her hair from the tight bun she held it in behind her head. Shaking it out, she let her blonde hair cascade down past her shoulders. This too, like kicking off her shoes, was such a feeling of relief after a long day.

But the relief was short lived. Coming form the kitchen there was a strange but unmistakable sound. It was her floor boards creaking...someone was inside the apartment.

"Shit..." Becky whispered under her breath. She contemplated her options in her head. Should she tackle things head on? Or try to sneak around and see what would happen? This was clearly the best option. She had her phone on her. She could just call the police.

The only thing Becky failed to consider though was just how many intruders there could possibly be. She focused all her attention on the sound that came from the kitchen she didn't notice that someone had snuck up behind her...

"Gotcha!"

"What the mmmmmmmph!"

A gloved hand was slapped across Becky's mouth as another arm wrapped around her chest. The attacker held Becky tight to their body not letting her have even an inch.

"Nmmmmmmph ggggrrrmmmmmmph!" Becky screamed into her hand gag and kicked her feet up.

This was only to the advantage of a second intruder who rushed out from the kitchen and scooped up Becky's stocking clad legs. Together they dragged her toward her bedroom, but before arriving there she was met by a third intruder standing in the hallway ushering them forward and pointing to the bedroom.

"Nmmmm mmmmmmm gggggggmgmmmmph!" No matter how hard Becky kicked and struggled, the intruders were strong and had a firm grip on her. Plus, with there being three of them, her hopes of actually escaping were starting to look real grim.

"Get her in here!"

"Roger!"

The intruders lugged Becky into her own bedroom, and after flipping on the lights they set to work.

"Shit...we need to tie her up."

"Check her drawers...I'm sure a sexy little reporter like her has plenty of pantyhose we can use!"

"Good call!"

Heading toward her dresser, the third intruder opened it up revealing Becky's extensive stocking collection.

"Oh yeah," he said, "we've got lots to work with here."

"Well then hurry it up!"

"Here!"

Tossing over a handful of tights, the intruders set to work using them to bind Becky up securely. The tied her wrists behind her back, pulled pantyhose over and under her chest, looped it around her legs...the whole deal. The final touch was to toss Becky onto her bed and use one final pair of tights to place her into a very strict hogtie.

Her mouth at this point was free, but just before Becky was about to utter a litany of insults and profanities the intruders swiftly plugged her trap. While they had used pantyhose to tie her up, for her gag they had gotten into her sock drawer which was just as cluttered as her pantyhose drawer was.

"You have some nerve coming in here you motherfummmmmmmmph!"

"Oh shove a sock in it, love!"

"Ggggggggmmmmmmmmmmph!"

The intruder had gotten into Becky's stash of colorful ankle socks and started by shoving a couple in.

"Hm...looks like you've got quite the big mouth! I don't think these ankle socks are going to keep you quiet."

"Here, try these!"

The intruder was handed a pair of colorful striped crew socks that were about twice the size of each of the ankle socks currently shoved in Becky's mouth. Reaching in he pulled out the two ankle socks from her mouth which were already drenched in saliva by now. Before she could even get the chance to gulp a breath of fresh air, the intruder jammed in both of the crew socks straight into Becky's mouth. It was such a sizable wad that she wasn't able to close her lips over the mass, but this worked in the intruder's favor as her gaping mouth was perfect for them to wrap a pair of pantyhose between sealing the socks inside her mouth and cleave gagging her.

"Mmmmm mmmmmm gggggggmmmmmmmmph!"

"That's much better!"

"Hhmmmmmm mmmmmmmph!"

"Well then, we've got ourselves a nice bound and gagged reporter! Didn't think I'd ever live to see the day we'd actually manage to get our hands on one, let alone the infamous Becky Carter!"

*knock knock knock*

Everyone in the room, including Becky, turned toward the front door where the knock had come from. She knew exactly who it was. Cassandra, Isabella, Maggie, and Zara were all coming over to enjoy a movie with her. If her mouth wasn't so packed full of socks she would be smirking...these intruders had another thing coming for them. Or...so she thought...

"Shit, we've got company," said one of the intruders rushing back to the room, "it looks like two of her friends."

"Two? Okay, this is doable...we only need this one and not the others, so let's just take care of them quickly and make it out with the prize, yeah?"

"You got it!"

"Mmmmmmmmmph! NNmmmmmmmph!" Becky strained in her hogtie as she screamed as loud as she could through the socks in her mouth but it was no use. The men were already on the move. Armed with more of her socks and tights (yes, she had an abundance), they set out after her friends. As she laid there in her bed, flexing her wrists and nylon clad legs against her own pantyhose she could only listen as they were subdued. There was the sound of the front door being torn open followed by a pair of screams that could only belong to Maggie and Cass.

"What the fmmmmmmph!"

"Hey let me gmmmmmmmmph!"

Their shouts were promptly silenced followed by a barrage of muffled screams and yelps. Not long after that, the intruders came tromping back to the bedroom with her friends in hand...well, one of her friends at least. They started by bringing in Cass. One of the intruders had his arms hooked under hers while the other focused on carrying in her legs. Cass of course was thrashing wildly about, but holding her back were numerous pairs of Becky's nylons tightly cinched around Cass' body. Becky also noticed Cass' shoes were missing as well, but in addition to her shoes being gone so were the thick blue socks she wore underneath her signature black boots. Judging from her garbled grunts and moans and the fact that Becky could see tufts of blue fabric sticking out from the sides of Cass' mouth it was fairly clear where they had ended up.

"Ggggggggggmmmmmmmmmph!" Becky could tell that Cass was furious having her own socks jammed into her mouth like that, but there was nothing she could do about it now for one of Becky's long thigh high stockings had been looped around her head sealing the socks deep inside her mouth.

The intruders plopped her down on the floor beside Becky, but before fetching Maggie they made sure to use the other long stocking to hogtie Cass just like Becky. Once this was done they rushed out again and returned with Maggie who was just as tied up and also seething through her gagged mouth. Joining Cass, her feet were stripped bare of both of her shoes (most likely a pair of high top converse) and her socks (most likely a pair of white ankle socks) were stuffed in her mouth behind another pair of Becky's stockings through which Maggie was currently issuing insult after insult...well, muffled insults that is.

"Hmmmmmm mmmmmm fffffffmmmmmm yyymmmmmmmmph!" She said as both of her socks completely cut off any intelligible speech.

As soon as she had been placed on the floor beside Cass and put into a hogtie...there was another knock on the door. This time there was no need to guess who was behind it. Surely it was Zara and Isabella who in a matter of minutes would wind up like their three other friends.

"What the hell...there's more of them? God, this better be the last of them because we're running out of things to tie them up with. A girl only has so much pantyhose you know..."

"We'll make it the last one's that's for sure. Who cares if any more show up. Let's just grab whoever is there, and then once we've got them restrained we're taking Becky Carter and getting the hell out of here!"

"Looks like there's just enough nylons and socks left here to deal with our guest...or guests...let's just hope it's no more than two."

"Agreed."

"Okay, sit tight pretty ladies...we're almost there!"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"

Becky, Cass, and Maggie all chorused into their gags as the intruders took off. Once again, there was the sound of the door opening, a pair of screams as Zara and Isabella were grabbed followed by the sound of both their mouths being plugged with...well...it was safe to assume at this point that some sort of sock was being shoved into their mouths. That seemed to be the gag of choice for these intruders.

In what seemed like record time this time around, the intruders returned carrying Zara between them. Still dressed in her scrubs from the clinic, the only things missing from her outfit were her glasses which had seemed to come off in the fray of things and both her shoes and socks. The bright fluffy mass peeping out behind the thigh high sock pulled between her lips was a clear sign where they had gone. After her of course came the last of Becky's friends, Isabella. She had quite the mouth on her and was one fiery lady. While poor Zara looked as though her mouth had been stuffed to the brim with just her two pink socks, Isabella's mouth was packed much fuller. Becky didn't know how many different colored socks she saw stuffed in Isabella's mouth behind her socked cleave gag, but even still she was making quite the ruckus. The intruders were sure to pull her hogtie extra tight.

Finally they had managed to corral the last of Becky and her friends, but there was no time for them to waste.

"K...let's get the hell out of here before more of them show up!"

"Roger that!"

"Sorry ladies, but miss Carter is coming with us! It's not every day you get to bag such a fine catch as her!"

And when he said bag, he meant literally! Slamming a massive duffel bag down onto the bed it was unzipped before Becky was lifted up and shoved inside. As the zipper closed over the top of her all that was left was darkness and the sounds of her friends grunting into their sock gags as they laid there on the floor in their hogties. There was nothing any of them could do at this point as the intruders scooped up the duffel bag with Becky inside and lugged her away. It was game over!