Mr. Sang pulled the bus into the near empty back parking lot of an abandoned shopping center.  He had a car parked there waiting for him.

“Alright Angels.  We’re changing vehicles.”

His captives moaned from the back.  He’d had to stop once earlier to retie them as Jimin had almost succeeded in freeing Chanmi.  Jimin had received a spanking for her efforts before having her meddlesome fingers taped into a useless ball, and her hogtie had been pulled even tighter before she’d been blindfolded, a ripped piece of her shirt tied tightly over her eyes.  

Chanmi’s pants had been pulled down as far as her binding’s would allow and she’d been given a spanking as well.  Either as a reward for being well behaved or so as not to make her feel left out, neither Seolhyun nor Mr. Sang knew exactly which, she had duct tape pressed over her nipples and crotch.  The modesty it afforded her was of little consolation when she considered how painful and humiliating it would be when removed.

He grabbed Chanmi first, his fingers groping her butt, the soft flesh still pink from her spanking.  He carried the squirming ball of helpless Korean girl off the bus, walking to his car.  He stopped squeezing her bottom long enough to fish into his pocket for the keys when he stopped, seeing that all four of his tires were slashed.

“Going somewhere?”

Mr. Sang had never heard her voice before, but he knew immediately that the sultry voice belonged to his employer’s Pet.

“No one came for the other two.  It was starting to get light out, I couldn’t just sit there and wait,” he stammered, turning to face the Chinese woman.  He’d only ever seen her completely encased in latex; he was stunned at how beautiful she was.  “You can have your two, of course.  I would never have thought of taking them!”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” she purred.  “Because nobody would be so dumb as to try and steal from my master.”

“No, I would never,” he insisted.  He was backing up, past the car.  The edge of the parking lot sat above a steep hill.  “She’s all yours.  Jimin’s on the bus.”

Pet sauntered towards him, closing the distance between them in long, confident strides.  “It seems such a shame to break up the set though.”

“We had a deal.  Your master and I had a deal,” he said, putting emphasis on her “master.”

“Oh I heard.  And then you tried to take what wasn’t yours.  And now I’m taking it back.  I’m taking them all back.”

Mr. sang reached the edge of the parking lot and quickly spun, holding the ball-tied girl over the edge of the steep drop.  “Take another step and I drop her.”

Chanmi’s eyes went wide and she screamed into her gag as she looked over the edge.  The hill was steep and overgrown, ending fifty feet down in a dirty drainage pond.  Chanmi kept as still as possible, terrified he might drop her.

Pet froze, her eyes narrowing.

“It would be a real shame to break the set right?  You let me keep Jimin, and you can have her, alive.”

“How do you picture this deal working in your little mind?  As soon as you set her down, I’m going to snap your neck,” she hissed.  The way she said it, Mr. Sang had no doubt in his mind that she could and would.

“No, you’re going too busy saving her from drowning.”  Mr. Sang dropped Chanmi over the edge and dashed around the car.

Pet sprinted for the edge, ignoring Mr. Sang as she dove over the edge.  She shuddered to think of her master’s punishment for her if she let one of the Angels die.

Chanmi’s tightly bound form was perfect for rolling.  It wasn’t so much painful as it was dizzying as she bounced and rolled down the hill, landing with a splash in the dirty water.

Pet, despite her freedom of movement and agility, actually faired worse, bruising her shoulder as she bounced off it and landing in a painful belly flop in the murky pond.  She gasped as the wind was knocked out of her, sucking in a mouthful of muddy water.  She coughed and spluttered as she pulled herself up, finding the water only waist deep, and quickly found the struggling Chanmi, floating on her side, her head under the water.  Pet pulled her up and hauled her to the far edge, laying her on the flatter bank and pulling the tape off her mouth.  She fished the rag out of her mouth, letting Chanmi cough up the water she’d inhaled through her nose.

Pet rolled over on her back, catching her breath.  She looked up the steep slope to the parking lot.  “Fuck!” she said.

“Please, help us,” Chanmi said as she caught her breath.

“You idiot, I’m here to kidnap you,” Pet said, angrily stuffing the rag back into Chanmi’s mouth, shutting her up.  “And I’m doing a pretty terrible job at it at the moment.”



Mr. Sang sprinted back to the bus.  He’d just have to steal a car somewhere else.  As long as he still had the two girls.  As long as he still had his Jimin.

A bullet tore through the bus door as he reached for it.  Mr. Sang screamed, covering his head.

Clyde was walking towards him across the parking lot, his rifle trained on him; a cigarette perched in the corner of his mouth.

“I want to thank you,” Clyde called across the empty lot.

“What for?” Mr. Sang asked, ducking behind the front of the bus, peering around the corner at the advancing hunter.

“For making this easy,” Clyde called back, closing ground.  “I really don’t like breaking my deals, but since you went ahead and tried to screw me over first, I don’t feel bad about this at all.”

Mr. Sang didn’t respond, moving around the other side of the bus.

Clyde reached the bus, dropping down to his knees, looking under the bus.  He couldn’t see Mr. Sang’s feet.  Standing back up, he stepped onto the bus, leading with his rifle.  

Seolhyun’s eyes went wide over her gag as she saw a strange man with a gun step onto the bus.  Somehow, she knew this man was not there to rescue them.  Clyde ignored the two bound and gagged girls, moving to the window, looking out.  He spotted Mr. Sang, sprinting towards the abandoned stores.  He ran out of the bus, looking around.  He saw Mr. Sang’s car with it’s flattened tires, and stalked up to it, checking it.  No Pet.  No third girl.

Clyde walked up to the edge of the lot, staring down over the hill.  There was Pet, trying to climb a more gradual incline further down the lot, a bound and gagged girl tucked under her arm.

“Is she alright?” Clyde called out.  

Pet looked up and smiled when she saw her master.  “Yes, she’s fine, sir.  Sang?”

“He ran.”

“I’ve got things here, sir.  Go.  Hunt,” she said.

A thin smile crossed Clyde’s lips.  Mr. Sang wasn’t exactly the challenging prey he craved, but he wasn’t expected to bring him back alive.  He’d at least have a little fun today.

He lit a fresh cigarette and started off the in direction of the store Mr. Sang had run to.  He could count on Pet to round up the girls.  



Darby pulled up beside the bus just as a wet and dirty Pet was climbing over the edge of the hill back up onto the parking lot.  He opened his window, calling out, “Kitty have a nice swim?”

Pet gave him a sour look.  “Just make sure the other two are on the bus,” she said, setting Chanmi on the ground as she bent over, putting her hands on her knees, panting for breath.  “And you,” she addressed Chanmi, “can expect some sever punishment for all that squirming and struggling.  I think I might dress you up as a ponygirl and make you carry weights up a mountain all day.”

“Mmmm mmmmmhmmgg!” Chanmi protested into her gag.

Darby paused at the bullet hole in the door, making his way cautiously onto the bus.  Seolhyun began screaming for help into her panty gag, Darby looking much less terrifying and more like a potential rescuer.  Jimin, still blindfolded, swung her head around, mmphing questioningly into her own gag.

“Shh, relax, I’m here to help.”

Seolhyun nodded desperately.  Darby approached her slowly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small bottle and a white rag.  

“Mmmmph?” Seolhyun asked.  That definitely wasn’t going to help, but she was still cautiously optimistic that this stranger might free her from this hell.

“Just a little chloroform, it’ll put you right to sleep, beautiful,” he explained.  Seolhyun shook her head, protesting into her gag.  Jimin overheard this, and began to buck and struggle against her tight hogtie.

“You’ll get your turn too, gorgeous,” he said, prodding Jimin’s butt with his foot.  “Just be patient.”  

Seolhyun tried to dodge out of the way of the chloroform soaked rag, but Darby had no problem clamping it over her nose.  He sat down next to her, tracing the tape plastered over her nipples.  “Just breath it in,” he instructed her.  Seolhyun held her breath, squirmed as his hands roved over her body.  She gave a muffled gasp, inhaling sharply as he ripped the tape off her right nipple in one quick, vicious yank.  “Well, I’ll have to keep that trick in mind,” he said as Seolhyun swooned.  

She braced herself as she felt him pick at the edge of the tape over her other nipple, but even knowing it was coming didn’t prepare her for the pain as he yanked it off.  She let out a muffled scream, and sucked in another breath of the soporific fumes.  

“One more,” he said, stroking her tape covered pussy.  She shuddered, shaking her head and desperately moaning in protest.

“MMMMMMMMMGGGG!” she screamed as he ripped the tape off her pussy.  She panted through her nose, taking in deep wafts of the chloroform, her eyelids growing heavy.

“There there, it’ll be all better when you just go to sleep.”

It was better, and Seolhyun gave in, breathing deeply as she slumped into her seat, out cold.

“Now your turn,” he said, leaning Seolhyun’s head back against the window.  He knelt on the floor next to Jimin, who was still blindly thrashing around, her head snapping back and forth as if she could somehow shake the blindfold.

“Let me help you with that,” Darby said, yanking the blindfold down.  Jimin blinked in surprise, her eyes adjusting to the light and to not being smashed under the tight blindfold.  Her vision cleared just in time to see the chloroform pad being pressed over her nose.  She took a sharp inhale in surprise, immediately feeling woozy, before she held her breath.

“Oh, you’re a fighter too.  You don’t have those nice little strips of tape like your friend,” he said, rolling the helpless girl over onto her side.  “But I’m sure I can think of something fun to do with you.”

Jimin threw her head back, briefly freeing herself from the drugged cloth.  She managed to suck in a deep breath of air before Darby managed to clamp the pad back over her nose.  Darby smiled, picking up the torn bit of shirt that had blindfolded her.  He tied it over the chloroform pad, keeping it trapped over her nose.  “There you go, now you don’t have to worry about it slipping off again, and I can play with you with both my hands.”

Jimin shook her head furiously, trying to dislodge the drugged rag, to no avail.  Darby began playing with her breasts, kneading them while she squawked in protest, her struggles getting weaker and weaker as her struggles forced her to breath in more and more of the fumes.

Darby looked back over his shoulder as he heard footsteps coming into the bus.  Pet stood in the entrance, Chanmi, still bound in tape but finally released from her uncomfortable ball tie, slung over her shoulder.

“Oooh, more toys,” Darby said.

“This one’s mine,” Pet said flatly.

Darby shrugged.  “Oh well, I’ve ha—”

They all froze as a gunshot rang out in the distance.  Even Jimin, who was almost out, snapped to attention, her eyes going wide for a side before her lids grew heavy again.

“The boss?” Darby asked.

Pet nodded.

“Mr. Sang?” he asked again, removing the chloroform soaked rag from the now unconscious Jimin’s nose.

Pet nodded again.

“Well, good for him I guess.  I suppose this means we need to go like, five minutes ago.”

“Yeah, let’s get these three loaded up.  We’ll split up, meet at the rendezvous point and take the girls to the buyer.”

“I was hoping we’d get more time with them,” Darby said, stroking Jimin’s face.

“Payout’s too big.  And the fun stops for good if we get caught.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”  He picked up Jimin, cradling the sleeping girl in his arms as he followed Pet off the bus.  Even still, he had no desire to keep his toys.  They got boring too fast, and he needed fresh play things to keep him interested.  The Angels were fun, and he regretted not having more time to play with all of them, but there’d be other girls.  There were always other girls.  

He opened his trunk, checking on the still sleeping Hyejeong before laying Jimin’s unconscious body next to her and going back for Seolhyun.

Pet carried the still squirming Chamni across the lot to where she’d hidden her own car.  Choa and Mina moaned into their gags when the door opened and they saw their captor carrying Chanmi.  Pet roughly deposited her across their laps, the girl looking up in surprise as she saw her friends in their pink and black leather harnesses and collars.  

“I don’t have time to get you all done up like your friends, but I can give you a little something to keep you occupied on the drive.”

She reached into one of the duffel bags on the floor, digging around until she came up with a pair of nipple clamps.  Chanmi’s eyes went wide as she looked from the strange device in her newest captor’s hands, and the matching ones adorning Choa and Mina’s nipples.

Pet ripped open Chanmi’s shirt, yanking her bra down, exposing her small tits.  She pinched and teased the girl’s nipples until they stood at attention, ripe for clamping.

Chamni howled into her gag, sympathy whines echoing from Choa and Mina as Pet clamped first the left nipple and then the right.  She tugged on the chain connecting them, eliciting another pained squeal from Chanmi.

Pet fished back into her bag, pulling out a dildo and a butt plug.  Chanmi shook her head, and the back of the car was filled with the chorus of gagged protests as Pet violated the youngest Angel, stuffing the dildo into her pussy before rolling her over and forcing the butt plug into her virgin asshole.  Chanmi was sobbing as Pet rolled her back over, finding a thin length of cord and fastening a tight crotchrope to ensure the intruder’s stayed put for the duration of the ride.

Pet covered the squirming girls with a blanket, hiding them from prying eyes, before shutting them in the back of the car.  She turned around just as Clyde was pacing back across the parking lot, his rifle slung over his shoulder, that little triumphant smile on the edge of his mouth he had always had after a successful hunt.

Darby hopped off the trunk of his own car, packed full of drugged Angels, and met the two of them in the middle of the lot.

“The Angels all packed up and ready to go?” Clyde asked.

“Assuming your two are,” Darby replied.

Clyde glared at him.  “Is that even a question?”

“What?  No, of course you got your two.  I just, never mind, we’re good.”

“We need to go, now.  We split up, meet at the rendezvous point.  Then we’ll take the girls to the buyer.”

Pet and Darby nodded, neither daring to tell him they’d already come to the same conclusion and exact plan.

“Good work,” Clyde said.  Darby and Pet froze, caught off guard by the rare compliment, Pet especially since she’d almost lost and Angel.

“Thanks boss.”

“Thank you master.”

“Let’s go.”

The three parted ways, Darby pulling out first, Pet following, and Clyde heading out last.  The Ace of Angels tour bus and Mr. Sang’s car sat alone at the edge of the parking lot.  The bus was strewn with evidence, evidence that would almost all lead to Mr. Sang.  But Mr. Sang would never serve time for the abduction of the Korean Pop group.  Police would find his dead body, and the disappearance of eight Korean girls on US soil in rural Pennsylvania would go down as one of the great, unsolved mysteries.



“Not a one of you out of line,” Pet said sharply, cracking her riding crop across her thigh.

All eight girls stood in a line.  It was the first time they’d all been together in almost twenty four hours, but they were unable to catch up and share the horrors they’d been subjected to in the last day since Clyde and his team had hunted them all down and rounded them up.  They were all still tied up much as they had been when they were captured, stiff, sore and exhausted as they were roughly pulled out of cars and trunks and forced together in a small concrete cell.

Yuna was probably the worst for the wear, the tight twine still binding her, digging into almost every inch of her skin, had left her bruised and purple.  Hyejeong was a probably a close second, the good in a stupor, barely able to stand on her own after the repeated drugging she’d been subjected to.

There was a muffled chorus of gagged screams as a jet of icy water washed over them from a powerful hose.  Darby sprayed them down, making sure to get each one.  Jimin and Seolhyun had to pin Hyejeong between their bound bodies to keep her on her feet.

“Turn around!” Pet barked, and the girls shuffled around, letting Darby spray their backs.

Once they’d been sprayed down, Pet grabbed Choa.  “You first, Pink,” she said, sending the blonde shuffling towards Darby.  He grabbed her, leading her into another cell.  He removed her restraints, the girl screaming into her ball gag in relief as he released her from the painful crotch strap and pulled the butt plug and dildo from her.  She screamed again in agony as the nipple clamps were removed, the blood flowing painfully back into her tortured buds.  

Darby grabbed her wrists, chaining them to cuffs hanging from the ceiling.  He kicked her legs apart, spreading her pussy lips, inspecting her.  He grabbed another hose.  Choa winced as she braced herself to be sprayed again.  She was in for a far worse surprise when she felt the hose pressed against her backside.  She shook her head, whining into her gag, but she was helpless to stop him as he rammed the hose up her butt, a rush off cold water flowing into her seconds later.  

He yanked the hose out, and she sobbed as she expelled the enema.  He repeated it twice more, cleaning her out.  He rinsed her off, and then he finally removed her pink ball gag.  Choa found she couldn’t even close her mouth after having her jaws wrapped around the big rubber ball for so long, but Darby was fine with that, prying her jaws apart even wider as he examined her mouth as though she was a horse.  He nodded in satisfaction.  

Picking up a white rag, he knotted it in the middle and pulled it between her teeth, gagging her again.  He released her arms from the cuffs, pulling her wrists behind her and binging them with rope.  He tied another rope around her neck, forming a snug leash, which he used to drag the poor girl into the next room.  He tied her leash to a ring in the wall.  “Stay,” he said.  The first words he’d said to her.  Words you would say to a dog.  Choa had the realization that they weren’t people to their captors.  As Darby went back into the other room and took the next girl in line, cleaning and checking and preparing her, Choa realized that they were far more like animals to their abductors.  Livestock, being prepared to be sold.

Pet and Darby cleaned and prepped all eight girls, getting them lined up and leashed together in cheap, uniform cloth gags and rope bonds.  Clyde wasn’t about giving his buyers any more than the products themselves.

“Alright, move out,” Pet barked, and Darby untied Choa’s leash from the wall and lead the line of frightened girls through the door.  They shuffled after him, mindful of Pet who watched them all like a hawk, and he lead them to a livestock trailer.  They didn’t dare to try anything as they filed into the trailer, and Darby tied off Choa’s leash again to the back of the trailer.  They shrunk out of his way as he made his way back out of the trailer, leaving them alone with Pet.  Every once in awhile one of them would moan into their gags, only to have Pet hiss at them to be quiet.

Darby went up front, climbing into the passenger seat.  Clyde sat behind the wheel of the old pick up truck, a cigarette dangling out the window.

“We good to go?”

“Yup.”

Clyde started the engine, driving off down the road, the trailer full of Angels in tow.

After a long stretch of silence, Darby ventured a question.  “So you mentioned that you might make it up to me for having so little time with the girls this time.”

“All in good time.  Let’s get paid first, and then we celebrate.”

Darby nodded.  Clyde pulled out another cigarette.  He offered the carton to Darby.

“No thanks.  I’m careful about what chemicals I put in my body.”

Clyde raised an eyebrow.  He suddenly burst out laughing.

Darby laughed too, taking a cigarette.  “You know, that’s the first time I think I’ve seen you laugh.”

Clyde gave him a light.  “It was a good day.  We had a good haul.”

“Aye, that we did,” Darby replied, taking a long drag.  “Can’t really complain about a trailer full of bound and gagged girls.”