Youkyoung kept running, moving blindly through the trees, heedless of the branches that scratched at her as she fled through the forest.  She moved in the direction of the town, the glow of the golden arches occasionally peaking through the leaves above her to keep her on her path.  

The lights got brighter as the neared the edge of the woods.  Youkyoung didn’t even see the chain link fence she was so focused on the safety that the buildings provided.  She ran smack into it, bounding off it and falling backwards.

Her gaze followed the fence upwards, seeing that it was about ten feet high, and was topped with barbed wire.

She glanced backwards into the woods.  The realization that she’d just left Yuna behind when she bolted began to settle in, and she looked around frantically, listening for anything.

“Yuna,” she whispered as loudly as she dared.  She couldn’t believe she had just left her like that.  She’d completely panicked.  “Yuna!” she whispered again, slightly louder.

An owl hooted nearby, and Youkyoung turned, and ran down the length of the fence.  She could only hope that Yuna had come up with the same idea, heading for town, and following the fence until she found a way through.



Yuna hadn’t had the same idea.  She’d still had the flashlight, so her flight through the woods was less hazardous, but her caution caused her to lose Youkyoung almost immediately despite having the light.  In looking for her, she’d quickly gotten turned around and completely lost in the dark forest.

Yuna had shut the light off, realizing it wasn’t helping her and more than likely was a beacon for the shooter.  She stood silently, letting her eyes adjust to the dark, trying to slow her breathing and remain as quiet as possible, listening.

She stood as still as possible, her training as a singer and dancer quickly helping her get her breathing under control.  She waited for five minutes, not hearing anything.

Yuna looked around, still not sure which way she had come from.  She saw a large oak tree with low hanging limbs she could reach.  Taking another second to make sure she couldn’t hear anything, Yuna stealthily made her way over to the tree and jumped up, grabbing the lower branches and pulling herself up into the tree.

She climbed up twenty feet before she spotted the golden arches, getting her bearings.  She traced the path back to the road where they’d been chased into the woods.  Glancing around, she saw a small dot of orange light in the woods, not far from her position.  The light went out a second later, and Yuna squinted, leaning further out on the branch she was perched on.  There was a small red glowing dot.  

The small red dot bobbed up and down slightly, coming closer.  She held her breath as it came upon the spot where she’d first stopped, very close to her tree.  She could make out the rest now.  A man, tall and dressed in dark clothes.  The red dot was the tip of a cigarette in his mouth, and occasionally he’d blow out a puff of smoke.  He paused where she’d stopped running, kneeling.  She could clearly see the gun slung across his back.

At first she thought he was just deliberately showing off the weapon, saying to her “I shot at you.  I hit the dead center of that sign, and you’d better believe I could shoot you if I wanted to.”  

But he wasn’t showing off the gun.  He hadn’t seen her, yet.  He was bent over to look at the ground.  He was tracking her.

Yuna was suddenly very aware of how light her clothing was, and how exposed she was out on the branch.  She was wearing a light grey sweatshirt and white tights under her short black skirt.  She wanted desperately to move back along the branch and get behind the thick tree trunk, at least get some sort of cover, but she was afraid to move.  She was barely breathing.

The man exhaled a big cloud of smoke, the tobacco smell rising up through the air and reaching her nose.  She wrinkled her nose in disgust, willing herself to just breath calmly and quietly.

He dropped the spent cigarette on the forest floor, stamping it out with his heel, before he kept walking, walking right under Yuna, heading in the direction of town.

It was another ten minutes before she could move again, easing herself back to the tree trunk and shimmying down the tree.  She was worried about Youkyoung, but the best thing she could do for her get help, and that meant getting to town.  She dropped to the ground, turning towards the road when she turned smack into something hard.  She took a step back, staring up at the man who was hunting them.

He was more terrifying up close.  Even in the relative dark, his dark eyes sunken and cast in shadow by his prominent brow.  Deep frown lines stood out under his black stubble, and his thin lips were pursed in a cold, emotionless smile.

“Hello Yuna,” he said, his voice icy.

She tried to bolt, but his strong hand shot out, grasping her by the throat.  Powerful fingers dug into her throat as she felt herself lifted off the ground.

“Hiding in a tree.  Not the best strategy, but I suppose you bought your friend a good head start.”

Yuna struggled, clawing at his hand as she fought for breath.  Her legs flailed, striking ineffectually at his legs.

He slammed her back against the trunk of the tree she’d been hiding in.  

“It won’t matter though, she left a pretty easy trail to follow.”  He let go of her throat, and she slumped to the ground, clutching her throat.

“Who, who are you,” she gasped.

He put another cigarette in his mouth, lighting it.  “My name is Clyde Hammond.”  He reached into his small satchel, pulling out a roll of thin twine.  “I’m the man who’s hunting the Ace of Angels.”



Mr. Sang took a deep breath to calm himself as he walked back onto the bus.  Act like nothing is wrong.  Be patient, wait for the right moment, he told himself.  Yes, getting Chanmi under wraps had been surprisingly easy, albeit exhilarating, but there were still two of them.  This was no time to get sloppy or overconfident.  He’d tell them that Chanmi had just stayed outside to stretch her legs a bit.  He’d find a way to separate the girls, take them one at a time.  Take no chances.

“Where’s Chanmi?” Jim asked as he came back into the back of the bus.

He opened his mouth, and then shut it again.

“Is everything alright Mr. Sang?” Chanmi asked.

“Yes, everything is perfect,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.  “I have Chanmi, and if you two ever want to see her again, you’re going to do exactly what I say.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped.  Seolhyun sat bolt upright in her seat, wide eyed.  “What’s going on?”

“I said, I have little Chanmi.  She’s all tied up under the bus, and if you two don’t do exactly what I tell you to, I’m going to leave her in there until she suffocates!”  He had a crazy look in his eyes, his calm, rational plan gone.  He was a taker now.  Jimin and Seolhyun were his to take, and the sooner they understood that, the better.

“Mr. Sang!” Seolhyun said, unable to believe their manager’s words.

“If anything happens to her,” Jimin started.

“You’ll do nothing,” Mr. Sang roared.  “She’s mine now.  You’re all mine!”

“Mr. Sang, why are you doing this?” Seolhyun pleaded.

“When the others get back—” Jimin tried.

“The others aren’t coming back.”  Both girls were stunned into silence.  “You should be thanking me.  I could have let Clyde and his friends have you.  Let that psycho have you!  But instead you get to be mine.  I, who’ve known you for years!  This is how it should be!”

Jimin had heard enough.  She rushed her crazed manager, doing a cartwheel into him, her feet connecting with his chest.  She’d never used her dance moves to fight before, and while it looked good and surprised Mr. Sang and knocked him back, it didn’t really hurt him.

“Seolhyun, go get Chanmi,” she barked, and Seolhyun nodded, dashing around Mr. Sang and running off the bus.

He glanced at her as she ran, but Jimin tried another kick, and he had to focus on blocking.

Seolhyun slid on the gravel as she leapt off the bus, grabbing the side of the door and spinning, running over to the storage compartments.  She tried one, finding it locked.  All of them were locked.

“Chanmi!” she called, banging on the door.  “Chanmi can you hear me?!”

The bound and gagged girl in the suitcase could hear her, muffled as it were through the storage compartment doors and the suitcase.  Her gagged screams for help however didn’t make it back to Seolhyun.

Seolhyun grabbed a stick from the side of the road, wedging the end into the edge of the door and trying to pry it open.  The stick snapped, and the door didn’t even budge.

“We’re going to get you out of there!” she screamed to Chanmi, praying her friend was able to hear her.  And that they would actually be able to save her.

Seolhyun ran back onto the bus, finding Jimin and Mr. Sang standing on opposite sides of the bus, panting.  Mr. Sang’s nose was bleeding a little from where Jimin had punched him in the face, and Jimin was nursing her bruised hand, surprised to find that punching someone in the face had really, really hurt.  

“Now that you know you can’t beat me,” he said, wiping blood from his nose with his sleeve.  “And that Chanmi’s not getting out without me, are you two going to cooperate?”

Seolhyun looked to Jimin.  Jimin continued to glare at Mr. Sang, her eyes filled with hate.

“The longer you wait, the more likely it’ll be that Clyde shows up.”

The threat of Clyde, the mysterious psycho that presumably had the rest of their friends, was the push Jimin needed.  Better the devil they knew than the devil they didn’t.  Not that Jimin thought she knew Mr. Sang anymore.  This was not the man she’d know for the last eighteen months.  Maybe she’d never considered him a friend, but he’d been a decent manager, and she’d thought he’d generally cared about her and the rest of the Angels.  But the man who’d just come back onto the bus, she’d never met that man before.

“Just promise you won’t hurt Chanmi,” Jimin said.

“As long as you do as your told, I won’t have to hurt any of you,” he said.

“What do you want?” Jimin said.

“Strip,” he ordered.

Both girls balked.  Seolhyun again looked to Jimin for help.  

“The sooner you do what I tell you to, the sooner I go get Chanmi.”

It was Seolhyun who started pulling her shirt over her head first.  The threat of the mysterious Clyde was scary, but their friend’s safety was a bigger concern.  Jimin followed suit, pulling her shirt off and shimmying out of her sweatpants.  Soon both girls were standing in their bras and panties before their manager.  Jimin stood defiantly with her arms at her sides in her white bra and pink panties, while Seolhyun in her black bra and panties covered herself modestly with her hands.

“Everything, my Angels,” he said slowly, savoring his control.  Grabbing Chanmi had felt great, but it had been rushed, him exerting his physical control over the small girl.  Now he was able to assert his complete dominance, forcing the girls to strip themselves of their clothes and their dignity and control at the same time.

This time is was Jimin who reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting it drop to the floor and freeing her small, perky breasts.  Mr. Sang drank it in lustfully as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pulling the pink garment down her legs, stepping out of them.  She made no effort to cover her boobs or pussy with its neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair.  She kept Mr. Sang’s focus on her, allowing Seolhyun to shed her own undergarments without his leering gaze and resume covering herself as best she could with her hands.

“There, we’re naked now, you pervert.  Now go get Chanmi,” Jimin said, trying to sound assertive.

“Oh, not just yet.”  He produced the roll of duct tape, and tossed it to Seolhyun.  The roll of gray tape bounced off of her flat stomach, the girl just watching it, stunned, as it rolled under a seat, still covering herself.

“Pick it up,” Mr. Sang barked.

Hesitantly, Seolhyun crouched, still trying to cover herself, turning sideways as she reached out and fished under the seat until she pulled out the tape.  She held it gingerly between her thumb and forefinger, as though it was something disgusting she didn’t want to maintain contact with.

“Now, you’re going to tie up Jimin here so she doesn’t try anything.”

Part of Seolhyun had known that was what the tape was for, but even still, hearing it loud shocked her.

“Please, Mr. Sang, you can’t ask me to do that,” she pleaded softly.

“It’s alright Seolhyun,” Jimin said, putting her wrists together in front of her and stepping towards Seolhyun.

Seolhyun looked at Jimin.  “I can’t.”

“Either you start tying her up, or I will,” he said, threateningly.  “And I’ll be a lot rougher than you.”

Seolhyun struggled to find the edge of the tape.  Jimin finally had to take the tape from her, peeling away the edge before handing it back and holding out her wrists.

“Arms behind you,” Mr. Sang said.

Jimin turned around and crossed her wrists behind her back, allowing Seolhyun to bind her wrists.  

“Her legs too.”

Seolhyun wrapped Jimin’s legs as well, and Mr. Sang took the tape from her.  “Your turn.”

Seolhyun whimpered as Mr. Sang yanked her arms behind her and started binding them in tape.

“You’re tying her too tight,” Jimin said, only to have Mr. Sang roughly shove her.  Unable to catch her balance or brace herself, she fell onto the floor on her side.  Mr. Sang finished binding Seolhyun’s legs above her knees and around her ankles before pushing her back into a seat.

“No, she didn’t tie you tight enough,” he said, kneeling down and adding more tape to Jimin.  She gritted her teeth as he pulled her into a tight hogtie.

He gave her naked ass a slap, the pale flesh jiggling with the impact as Jimin yelped in surprise.  He watched a pink handprint slowly appear on her porcelain cheek.  

Jimin stared straight ahead, determined not to give him the satisfaction of struggling or protesting against his treatment of her.  She screwed her lips tightly together, reusing to utter a sound as her groped and spanked her butt.

He was practically drooling as he played with his new toy.  Jimin.  His Jimin.  She was all his, to do whatever he wanted with.  

He managed to get control of himself, forcing himself to stop playing with the bound girl before him.  If he wanted to keep her, he’d have to move quickly, and make sure she wasn’t taken from him.  He’d have the rest of his life to play with his Angel.

Jimin glanced backwards as his hands left her body.  She saw the terrified look in Seolhyun’s eyes, and thought of poor little Chanmi, tied up in the dark under the bus.  “Please, let the others go.  You can keep me,” she offered impulsively.

“Of course I can keep you,” Mr. Sang said, suddenly feeling very threatened at the prospect of losing her.  He grabbed Seolhyun’s discarded panties off the floor of the bus.  “No one’s going to take you from me.  Not any of you,” he said, stuffing the garment into Jimin’s mouth.

She tried to close her mouth too late, not understanding his intent until the black panties were already halfway into her mouth, Mr. Sang’s stubby fingers pushing the cotton fabric deeper and deeper until it had all disappeared past her lips.  

“Much better,” he said as he plastered a strip of tape over her lips, sealing the panties inside, her protests muffled and unintelligible behind the gag.  He grabbed Jimin’s pink panties and stood up, turning to Seolhyun.  She shook her head, begging softly not to be gagged, but her pleas were soon turned into soft whimpers as he stuffed Jimin’s panties into her mouth and taped her mouth shut.  He added some more tape, taping her to the seat of the bus.

“You two stay put, I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving the two alone while he went to retrieve Chanmi.



Pet had brought in her bags of toys after tying up Samantha in the bathroom, and the two duffel bags, one pink and one black, now sat open in front of Choa and Mina.  They stared wide-eyed at their contents: an assortment of shiny metal and smooth leather matching the bags they were in.

Even not knowing how any of the stuff worked, the girls knew the contents of the bag was meant for them, but even that horrifying knowledge wasn’t enough to spur them to try anything else.  Their sudden nudity had completely cowed the two girls, largely due to the frightening speed and efficiency with which their sexy captor had stripped them both of the their clothes.  

Mina, dazed after her powerful orgasm at Pet’s skilled hands, had put up almost no resistance as Pet had shucked her out of her clothes.  Choa had been almost too mesmerized watching Pet’s graceful, fluid movements as she stripped her friend to even notice that Pet had moved on to her until her shirt was being yanked over her head.  The fight she’d put up had been quickly quelled as Pet found a pressure point in her neck, a painful reminder that the taller woman was in complete and utter control.

Their clothes had disappeared in a black trash bag along with the unfortunate clerk’s clothes, and Pet had set the duffel bags on the ground in front of her two stunned, naked Angels.

“I’m thinking pink for Choa, with your blonde hair, and black for Mina,” Pet mused, more to herself than the two girls.  They were speechless anyways as pet pulled a leather armbinder out of each bag, holding them up in front of her captives.  “Yes, I think that will do nicely.”

“You first Choa,” she barked, her voice suddenly dropping and taking a much more commanding tone.  Choa looked at her, confused, her expression changing to one of pain as Pet slapped a riding crop across her bare thigh.  Neither girl had even seen where she’d gotten the crop from, and when Pet ordered her to turn around and put her arms behind her, Choa complied immediately.  Where she’d been struck was glowing red and smarting, and she wasn’t about to risk getting hit again.

Pet slid the pink singleglove up Choa’s arms, pulling the flexible girl’s elbows together as she worked the leather restraint all the way up to her shoulder blades.  The girl shuddered as Pet fastened the pink leather straps above and below her breasts, trapping her in the armbinder.  

Choa looked down, amazed at how her normally modest chest was thrust out, accentuated by the tight straps pinning them.  Pet reached around her, flicking, pinching and teasing the girl’s nipples.  Choa moaned in spite of herself.  “You’ll get your turn soon enough,” Pet assured her, satisfied as Choa’s nipples hardened under her fingers.

Pet turned her attention to Mina, forcing the girl into a similar, black armbinder.  As Pet was finishing adjusting the straps, headlights shone through the front windows of the convenience store as a car pulled into the gas station lot.  

Mina and Choa’s eyes widened at the prospect of rescue.  “Don’t make a sound,” Pet said, looking back and forth between her two captives.  Choa and Mina looked at each other, and with a small nod to Choa, Mina threw herself at Pet.  Choa turned and made a dash for the door.

“Damn it,” Pet hissed, stumbling backwards.  She spun Mina around, throwing her to the dirty floor.  Mina grunted as she landed flat on her chest, her breasts taking the brunt of the force of the fall.  Pet grabbed an inflatable pump gag from one of the duffel bags and jammed it into Mina’s mouth.  She squeezed the hand pump furiously, hoping the size would be enough to discourage Mina from spitting out her gag, as she didn’t even bother strapping it in place before chasing after Choa.

Choa had almost reach the door when Pet caught her from behind, clamping a hand over her mouth, dragging her backwards.  She just had time to see a man getting out of his car at the pump and turning towards the store before Pet dragged her behind the counter and pulled her down to the floor.

“You’re going to pay for that,” Pet said.  Choa looked up at her, her eyes frightened over the smothering handgag.  “Don’t even try it,” she told the struggling Mina.  Mina had rolled onto her side and was trying desperately to expel the inflated gag.  Pet stuck her long leg out, her foot pushing the gag deeper into Mina’s mouth and holding it in place while they waited.  

There was a knock at the door as the man tried, the lights on inside and cars parked outside giving him hope that the closed sign and locked door weren’t indicative of the convenience store being closed.

Pet held Choa tightly and kept her foot planted over Mina’s gag until they finally heard the man’s car start up again and drive off.  “That was very foolish my little Angels, but as you can see, no one is going to rescue you.”

Her other foot snagged the handle of the pink duffel bag, and she pulled it across the floor to her, rifling around in it until she found a large pink ball gag.  She removed her tight handgag from Choa’s mouth.  Choa didn’t even try to resist as the rubber sphere was forced past her teeth and buckled tightly behind her head.

Satisfied she wouldn’t be calling for help if someone else decided to show up, she shoved Choa to the side.  “On your knees until I’m ready for you,” she ordered, and Choa awkwardly forced herself up onto her knees, keenly aware that the ball gag was already forcing her to drool, a thick rivulet of saliva running down her chin.

Pet grabbed the straps of Mina’s pump gag, yanking them tightly behind her head, the black leather panel smashing the girl’s lips and muffling her groans of discomfort.  She fastened the gag on tightly, and grabbed the pump, squeezing it until Mina’s moans were barely audible.

Pet made Mina get up on her knees as well, instructing the girl to lean forward, her ass thrust out into the air behind her.  She looked back at Pet, terrified.

“Now watch closely, cause you’re next, Pink,” Pet told Choa as she reached into the duffel bag, coming out with a big black dildo and butt plug.  Both girls screamed into their gags.  “I was going to be nice and grease you up first since it’s you’re first time, but after that little stunt, no lube.  You’re first lesson in how to be obedient little sluts.”

Mina tried to shuffle forward on her knees, crying into her gag, but a quick strike along the inside of her thighs from Pet’s riding crop put a stop to that.  She placed her forehead on the floor, crying into her gag, trying to brace herself for the inevitable.  

“MMMMMMGGGGH!!!” she screamed into the pump gag as she felt the tip of the silicone intruder pressed against her puckered asshole.  She tried to clench shut, to prevent entry, but Pet was relentless, slowly forcing the plug deeper and deeper until finally Mina’s sphincter closed around the base.

Tears and snot ran down Mina’s face as she panted through her nose.  She got no time to recover however, as Pet immediately began to push the dildo into her vagina.  She was luckily still slick from Pet’s play earlier, but it was of little consolation as Pet forced the monster into her most intimate opening.

Pet gave her hard slap on the ass as she finished, and Mina sprawled forward, exhausted, humiliated, hurt.  Her legs shifted as she tried to find a comfortable position with the two massive intruders filling her holes.

“Now it’s your turn Pink,” Pet said, finding a matching pink plug and dildo.  Choa shook her head and protested into her gag, only succeeding in expelling more drool from behind the muffling ball, stringy strands of drool dripping off her chin and onto her thrust out breasts.

Pet ignored her protests, forcing her to bend over and stuffing first her ass and then her pussy with the bright pink toys.  “You best get used to having all your holes filled,” she told the squirming, crying girl.  “These are just the beginner sizes.”

Both girls let out loud moans at the prospect of having something even bigger forced inside them.