Devon was feeling pretty good, despite the faint hangover he was suffering from.  He’d woken up, alone, to the evacuation broadcast.  Still, the memory of banging that hot drunk chick was fresh in his mind.  He could still see her naked tits jiggling as he thrust into her when he closed his eyes.

The news of having to evacuate was quickly balanced as Tom and Aaron showed him a video of Gwyn’s short friend, the one who had shot Aaron down, doing a strip tease at the bar.

“You couldn’t land that Aaron?” he jokingly told his friend.

Maybe they’d run into the girls at the hotel the resort was letting them stay at.  He would kill for a second night with that girl.

A knock at the door pulled Devon out of his fantasy.  “You guys gonna get that?” he called out.

“You’re closer,” Tom responded.

He wasn’t, but Devon dropped the clothes he was stuffing into his suitcase and went to the door.

His jaw almost dropped.  It was the short friend.  Little miss pour-some-sugar-on-me herself.  And she was standing outside their door in just a skirt that was barely more than a belt and a lacy red bra, with a big black duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

“Um, excuse me,” she said, nervously, fidgeting with the straps of the bag over her shoulder.  “You were with my friend earlier, Gwyn.  Is she here by any chance?  Or do you have any idea where she is?”

“You’re the chick from the video!” Devon said.  As if on cue, Aaron and Tom appeared behind him.

“Holy shit,” Tom said, as the girl’s cheeks turned scarlet.  She grabbed the strap of the bag with both hands, covering her chest with one arm.

“Hey Elizabeth,” Aaron said.

“Hey…” she trailed off.

“Aaron, we met in the hot tub earlier.  I work at the packing peanut manufacturing pant.”

“Oh, yeah, hi Aaron.  Listen, have you guys seen my friend, I really need to find her.”

Devon shook his head.  “No, she bailed, but if you see her—”

Aaron cut him off, “She left while you were asleep bro.  She talked to us.  Why don’t you come in for a sec Elizabeth?”

“I’d really rather not,” she said.  “No offense, but I’m just in a big hurry.  Did she say where she was going?”

“As a matter of fact, she did.  Just come in for a second.  We’re almost done packing, we’ll help you find her.”

“Look, I can’t—”

Aaron stepped into the hall and put his arm around her, guiding her into the suite.  “I insist.  This storm isn’t as serious as they’re saying, you’ve got time.”

Elizabeth hesitantly allowed herself to be pulled into the room, and the door shut behind her.

“Here, let me take your bag, it looks heavy,” Aaron said, taking hold of the strap of her duffel bag.

“No!” she shouted, yanking back.  As she did, she tripped over a suitcase sitting by the door, falling backwards.  All three guys watched, too distracted by the glimpse up her short skirt as she toppled backwards to even try to catch her.

“Shit,” she said, sprawling out on the floor, having banged her head, the duffel bag on the floor beside her, her skirt having ridden up and leaving the crotch of her red panties in full view.

“Oh damn,” Tom howled with laughter.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked, leaning over her.

Devon kicked the suitcase out of the way, and then went to move the duffel bag.  Elizabeth saw him, and lunged at the bag as he grabbed the handles.  She managed to snag the zipper in her desperate attempt to hold onto it, tearing the bag open.  Its contents came spilling out, landing on and around the sprawled out, half naked girl.

The three guys stared, mouths gaping, at the assortment of ropes and bondage equipment strewn about their oddball, exhibitionist guest.

Elizabeth immediately scrambled up onto her knees, trying to put all of the items back into their bag.

“If you’re looking for someone to use this stuff on you, you’ve come to the right place,” Devon said, picking up a large blue ballgag, letting the object dangle by one of its thick black straps from his fingers.

“What?!  No!  This stuff is for…” she trailed off, unable to find an answer, she looked around at the three guys standing in a circle around her small form.

“I get your game now,” Aaron said, picking up a pair of handcuffs.  “You play hard to get with me all night, and then you go get your slut on at the bar, and then you just happen to come by here, dressed like that, and drop your bag of toys so we can find them.  You’re one of those chicks that gets off on danger.  Getting tied up right before a big storm.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened.  “No!  It’s not like that.  You tripped me and tore my bag open.  I didn’t plan mmmgh—”  Her protests were cut short as Devon jammed the ballgag into her mouth from behind, pulling the straps tightly behind her head and securing them.

“You’ve a got a cute mouth, but you’re a terrible liar,” Devon said with a grin.  Today was really turning out to be the best day of his life.  



“I can honestly say I did not see that coming,” Rick said, staring intently at the monitor as the three frat guys restrained Elizabeth with her own gear.

With an exasperated groan, Val pulled herself back up off of the vibrator to see what Rick was going on about.  She was glad for the distraction.  She was determined not to cum, but it was getting harder and harder to hold herself up and her breaks from the vibrator’s torment were getting shorter and shorter.

Her eyes widened as she saw the scene unfolding, letting out a muffled squeal.

“I know right,” Rick said, as they watched a struggling Elizabeth flipped over onto her stomach to have her arms wrenched behind her and wrapped in duct tape.  “I should probably go down there and clear this up, they’re kind of ruining my plan, but on the other hand, I really want to see how this plays out.”

Val glared daggers at him.  Not that he was any sort of knight in shining armor, but to just sit by and watch just seemed like a new level of cruel.

“Best laid plans, am I right?  It just goes to show you can plan and plan, and even when you think you’ve accounted for everything, the universe throws a curveball at you.”

Val’s strength was waning, and she had to relax back onto the seat and the waiting vibrator again, moaning as the buzzing plastic came back into contact with her sensitive sex.

“How you doing there sweet tits?  What do you think?  She’s still got twelve minutes to capture Gwyn.  I don’t think she’s going to make it.”

“Uuuuphh ooooo,” Val tried to say around her gag.  She involuntarily ground her hips, pushing down with her pelvis against the vibrator.  Elizabeth’s problems were starting to take a back seat to her own more pressing desires, and she hated herself for it.

“No, she’s definitely not going to make it.  I might even go easy on you if she fails so spectacularly.  But not too easy.  I’m a man of my word.”

Val shut her eyes, moaning in unwanted pleasure.  God she wanted to cum.



Elizabeth flailed her still free legs, screaming into her gag.  How the hell had this happened to her?  Was every guy out there just looking for an opportunity to tie up and take of advantage of her and her friends, she wondered?  

“Shit, get her legs,” one of her new captors said as her feet made hard contact with something as she kicked wildly.  She craned her neck to look over her shoulder and see the damage, just in time to see Aaron hike up her skirt, and spank her panty clad ass.

“Settle down," he said, wrangling up her legs and winding tape around her ankles.

“She doesn’t seem like she’s enjoying this,” Tom said. Thank god at least one of them seemed reasonable.

“Nonsense,” Devon said.  “She’s just playing along.”

She screamed impotently into the ball of rubber jammed into her mouth, shaking her head.

Her bound legs were forced back, and more tape was used to secure her ankles to her wrists, bending her backwards in an uncomfortable hogtie.  She was then rolled onto her side, and Aaron yanked her bra up over her breasts.

Someone knocked on the door.  All four of them froze.

Elizabeth reacted first, screaming into her gag, trying to attract the attention of whoever was outside the door.  Aaron was on her in a flash, handgagging her over her already gagged mouth, muffling her cries for help.

“Get her into the bathroom,” Devon hissed, and Aaron and Tom lifted the thrashing girl, still keeping a firm hand over her mouth, and carried her into the bathroom.

Devon cautiously opened the door a crack, standing to obstruct view into the room where the scattered kidnapping materials were all still strewn about on the floor.

He was stunned to see Gwyn standing in the hall, still dressed in her bikini and wrapped in her beach towel.  He couldn’t believe his luck.

Elizabeth had been laid down on her stomach on the cold bathroom tile, Aaron on top of her pinning her down, his hand still firmly clamped over her mouth.  Tom stood by the bathroom door, the door held slightly ajar so he could see what was going on.

“Gwyn!  You came back,” Devon said, his voice full of surprise.

Gwyn!  Even though Elizabeth had been looking to find Gwyn to do exactly to her what had just been done to herself, she was relieved to hear that her friend had shown up.  She had to get her attention.  She began to buck more furiously, trying to make as much noise as possible and to throw off Aaron who was still holding her down.

Aaron reached under the struggling girl, grabbing a handful of her bare breasts, squeezing the soft flesh, hard.

“Sshhhh,” he hissed in her ear.

“Yeah,” Gwyn said.  “I was wondering if either of my friends came by here looking for me.  Elizabeth, the short brunette from the hot tub, and Val, tall, really pretty, big tits.”

Devon couldn’t believe it. There was a third girl.  But one thing at a time.  “Yeah, your friend Elizabeth is actually here.”

“What, really?” Gwyn asked, shocked.

“Yeah, she just had to use the bathroom real quick.  Come on in.”

“Alright,” Gwyn agreed hesitantly.  Something didn’t feel right.  Coming back here had been a long shot.  She had figured Elizabeth might look here, but she didn’t imagine her friend would have wanted to share the company of these three.

She came in and Devon quickly shut the door behind her.  Something definitely didn’t feel right.  She scanned the room, seeing the rope and tape scattered all over the floor.  And was that a ball gag?

“Elizabeth, are you here?” she called.

Elizabeth, to her credit, tried to make as much noise as possible, but Tom quickly turned on the sink, the sound of the running water drowning out her muffled calls for help.

“She’ll be out in a second,” Devon said, trying to kick some of the offending items out of sight inconspicuously.

“What the hell is going on here?"  She marched over to the bathroom, seeing the door close be yanked shut as she approached.  Behind her, Devon picked up a pair of handcuffs.  

"Whoever's in there better open up.  I'm in no mood for games."  She grabbed the doorknob, meeting resistance as Tom held the knob from the other side.

Devon grabbed her other arm from behind, slapping the metal bracelet on her wrist.  

"What the fuck?" She asked, yanking her arm free of his grasp.  The bathroom door opened behind her, and Tom lunged out, grabbing her from behind in a bear hug.  "Oh hell no."  Gwyn snapped her head backwards, smashing into Tom's nose.  He let go of her immediately and staggered backwards, pulling her towel off in the process, leaving her in just her purple two-piece.  He howled in pain as blood poured from his nose.

Gwyn turned, seeing Aaron on top of the bound Elizabeth on the floor.  "Elizabeth!" She cried out as met her friend's frightened eyes.  Devon chose that moment to attack again, charging her.  Without missing a beat, Gwyn sidestepped him, grabbing the back of the neck and slamming his face down onto the sink.

Aaron finally released his grip on Elizabeth, climbing to his feet.  He brought his arms up in a timid fighting stance.  Whether or not the tiny brunette had wanted to be bound and gagged was irrelevant.  The red head definitely did not, and unlike Elizabeth, Gwyn seemed perfectly capable of handling herself.

Devon was still dazed on the floor beside the sink, but Tom seemed relatively recovered despite the blood still trickling from his nose.  He and Aaron spread out as much as they could in tight confines of the bathroom, doing their best to flank the feisty redhead.  

"Gimme two seconds, Beth," she assured the squirming girl hogtied on the floor.  

Tom came at her first, and Gwyn pushed herself up onto the sink, kicking out hard with both legs, her bare feet slamming hard into his chest.  Tom was thrown backwards, and he fell into the bathtub, yanking the curtain down with him.  Aaron came at her from the side, but she slid off the counter, tossing the free manacle that was still shackled to her wrist up and catching it deftly, using it like a brass knuckle.  She hit him once across the face, scraping the flesh from his cheekbone.  He screamed, dropping to his knees, clutching his face.

Devon was finally coming around, and as he started to get up, she kicked him in the stomach.  He doubled over.

"Get the fuck out of here, or you'll be lucky if I let you leave here in the back of an ambulance."

None of them were willing to test her.  Helping Tom out of the tub, the three guys scrambled out of the bathroom, grabbing what stuff of theirs was by the door, and left, praying they got out before the girls tried to have them arrested for kidnapping.



Rick let out a long, slow, exhale.  He had been unconsciously holding his breath during the whole fight taking place in the bathroom.  Gwyn showing up like that had been sheer luck, and she fascinated him.  He had her completely pegged wrong from the get go.  Her antics in the hot tub and after had left the impression that she was a drunk floozy, but after seeing her kick ass like this, he knew he was wrong.  So much spirit.  Had things not gone so quickly south for Elizabeth, he doubted she would have had any luck capturing her friend.  He doubted he would have had much luck himself coercing her into doing his bidding as he had with Elizabeth.  Things were going to get very interesting.

He turned his attention to Val.  The girl had more than a bit of spunk to her as well.  She had tugged herself up off of the vibrator yet again, staving off the inevitable orgasm.  Her face and breasts gleaned with a sheen of sweat from her exertions.  She was oblivious to what had just gone down with her friends, so focused and determined on her single minded goal to not debase herself and submit to an orgasm.  It was admirable, in its own way.  It would also make it all the sweeter when she finally did submit.

Rick pulled the microphone close, planning his next move, as Gwyn started to release her friend from her bonds.  

“Whatever you do, you must not tell her about me,” he whispered into the mic. “I don’t need to remind you what will happen if you disobey me.”  He glanced over at his hostage, straining to hold herself up still.



Elizabeth was relieved as Gwyn pulled the ball gag out of her mouth, letting the thing hang around her neck like a gaudy necklace.

“Thanks,” she coughed, working her jaw.

“What the hell happened?” Gwyn asked, setting to work unwinding the tape holding her friend in a hogtie.

You must not tell her about me.   Val’s kidnapper’s words echoed in her mind.  Not that she could really confess to her friend that the very tools she was planning to use to tie Gwyn up had been used on her.

“I came here looking for you, and they got me inside and jumped me and tied me up.”  It wasn’t a total lie, but Gwyn’s halt in her progress freeing her told her she wasn’t totally satisfied with that answer.

“I slept with Devon,” Gwyn said, getting back to work freeing Elizabeth, freeing her from her hogtie and Elizabeth straightened her legs out with a sigh of relief.  “And I ran into those two jokers on my way out.  They didn’t seem particularly rapey.  Oh, but they showed me a video of you dancing up on the bar.  What the hell has been going on?”

Elizabeth blushed as her wrists were free.  She quickly pulled her bra back down over her boobs and then pulled her skirt back down over her ass.  “I think someone slipped me something,” she improvised as Gwyn freed her ankles.

“They didn’t, they didn’t do anything to you, did they?” Gwyn asked.

“No, they just tied me up.  Thank god you showed up when you did."

As Gwyn helped her to her feet, the voice crackled in her ear again.  “Since your little setback, I’m willing to be lenient on you time, since you failed to capture your friend in the allotted time.  But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

Elizabeth froze.  He couldn’t possibly expect her to still try and capture Gwyn now.  After seeing Gwyn in action, she was pretty sure she couldn’t even if she tried.  The bathroom was a mess, the shower curtain and rod ripped off, toiletries spilled over the floor, and drops of blood from the guys on the floor.  

“Are you alright?” Gwyn asked.  Elizabeth had gone pale.

“I won’t be happy if you fail,” the voice went on, “but you can’t even fathom what I’ll do if you don’t even try.”

“Elizabeth?” Gwyn asked her, putting her hand on her friend’s shoulder.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m fine.”

“Where is Val?” Gwyn asked her.

Their friend’s name brought up unwanted images of Val, in the clutches of that madman.  Elizabeth knew what she had to do.  Gwyn would understand.

“I don’t know,” she said, trying to keep her voice even.  “I thought she was with you.”

“No, I haven’t seen her since you and I went to the hot tub,” Gwyn said, leaning over to retrieve her towel.

Elizabeth saw the handcuff still dangling from Gwyn’s wrist.  Seeing an opportunity, she jumped up onto Gwyn’s back.  Caught off guard, Gwyn fell under her friend’s weight, banging her head against the cabinet under the sink.  She groaned as Elizabeth grabbed her wrist, pulling it behind her.  

“I’m so sorry Gwyn,” Elizabeth said, grabbing Gwyn’s free wrist.

“What the hell Beth!” Gwyn screamed, realizing what Elizabeth was trying to do.

Elizabeth got both of her friend’s hands behind her back, but the loose handcuff was locked.  Elizabeth fumbled to push it all the way through to free the latch, inadvertently letting Gwyn’s arm go.  

“You crazy bitch!” Gwyn said, easily shoving the smaller girl off of her.  

“Please, you don’t understand,” Elizabeth pleaded with her friend, knowing without the element of surprise, she didn’t stand chance.

“Don’t tell her anything,” the voice reiterated.

“Then start explaining,” Gwyn demanded.  She stood up, rubbing the one cuff still fastened securely around her wrist.

“I can’t explain, but please, just trust me,” Elizabeth pleaded.

Gwyn shook her head.  “First thing’s first, is there a key to this thing?”  She opened the bathroom door, scanning the scattered items on the floor.

“Tick tock,” the voice persisted in her ear.

Desperate, Elizabeth lunged at her friend again.  She didn’t even succeed in knocking her over this time.  

“What the hell has gotten into you?” she said, shrugging the smaller girl off.  Elizabeth stumbled, falling to her knees.  Elizabeth grabbed for the container of zip ties.  Seeing what she was up to, Gwyn pounced n her, wrestling the container from her grasp.

“Please, you don’t understand,” Elizabeth cried as Gwyn manhandled her, spinning her around and pinning her down, wanting her arms behind her back and securing them there with a zip tie.

“You’re leaving me no choice Beth.  Just calm down and talk to me.”

“You can’t do this!” Elizabeth cried, getting more and more hysterical as her chances of success diminished.

Gwyn grabbed the ball gag that was still dangling around Elizabeth’s neck and popped it back into her mouth, silencing her cries.

“Take a time out Beth.  Just relax for a second will you.  I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But I do want to hurt Val,” the voice in her ear said.

“MMMMMMGGG!” Elizabeth screamed incoherently, scrambling to get back onto her feet.  She dove at Gwyn, driving her shoulder into her friend’s stomach.  Gwyn stumbled backwards as the wind was knocked out of her.  She caught herself, and Elizabeth was already coming at her again.  She caught the bound girl, dragging her kicking and screaming back into the bathroom.  Not knowing what else to do, Gwyn forced her over the side of the bathtub, turning on the water.  Elizabeth protested as Gwyn shoved her head under the faucet, hoping to shock some sense into her.

Elizabeth flailed around helpless for a second, and then there was a pop in her ear.  As Gwyn pulled her up and shut the water off, she could hear the thing crackling loudly, though no words were coming from it.

Gwyn heard it too, and as she brushed Elizabeth’s wet hair out of her face, she noticed the source of the noise coming from Elizabeth’s ear.  She pulled the small piece of electronics out, and it sputtered and died in her fingers.

“What… the… fuck…” Gwyn breathed.

Elizabeth grunted into her gag, trying to get Gwyn’s attention to take the damn thing back out.

“Is this why you’ve been acting so crazy?” Gwyn asked.

Duh, Elizabeth thought, making another muffled plead to be ungagged.  

Gwyn pulled the ball from her mouth, and Elizabeth looked around the room.  “Shut the door and turn the water back on,” she hissed under her breath.

Gwyn looked around frantically, and complied.  “What the hell is going on here?” she asked.

“Someone has Val,” Elizabeth whispered.

“Who?  Those jackasses?”

“Not them.  I don’t know who he is.  He’s got Val tied up somewhere.  He sent me pictures, and he’s been telling me to do things or he’ll hurt her.  He had cameras in our room, I think he might have them all over the place.”

“And what was going on here?”

“He told me to tie you up.  I came here looking for you, and they saw the stuff he left for me to use.  I’m so sorry Gwyn, but you didn’t see Val. She looked so scared.”

“What else has he made you do?”

“I had to dance at the bar.  It seemed pretty innocent then, and Val didn’t seem like she was in real danger.  But I guess that was just a test, because then he told me I had to capture you, or he’d hurt her.  I had no choice.”

“What do you think he’s going to do when he has all three of us?”

“I don’t know, but I couldn’t just let him hurt her.  He has cameras everywhere, he had the earpiece in my ear, he’d been in our room, gone through our stuff.  For all I know he’s bugged our phones.”

“Where’s your phone now?”

“In my purse, out there.”  She pointed outside the bathroom.

“Good, leave it.”

“Wait, why?  That’s how he contacted me before he got me the earpiece.  He called from Val’s phone.”

“Exactly.  And the earpiece is broken.  Without the phone’s, there’s no way for him to contact us.”

“But he has Val,” Elizabeth said, confused.

“Yeah, but if he can’t communicate with us, he can’t use Val against us.  We know she’s in trouble, but we’re no good to her if he can threaten her to us.  He can’t make us do anything.”

“Damn, you’re right.  I didn’t think of that.”

“That was the whole point of the earpiece.  He had constant control over you. Now we have a fighting chance.  I might have a plan.”

Elizabeth nodded.  “Alright.  Can you untie me?”

“Do you promise not to try and attack me again?”

“Yes, and I’m sorry,” Elizabeth said, her head bowed.

“Don’t worry about it, you were just looking out for Val.  I probably would have done the same thing.  And good thing it wasn’t me because I would have actually succeeded.”

Elizabeth shot her friend a sour look.  She hated to admit it, but Gwyn was probably right.  If they’re roles were reversed, all three of them would probably be in that maniac’s clutches.  “So, what’s your plan?”