“Hey Lily!”

Lily grinned as Emily opened the door to let her in. “Thanks for inviting us all over Em.”

The figure skater, true to her roots, wore a black skater dress, stockings and knee length high heeled boots that contrasted nicely with her blonde hair. “You’re the last one, come on in.”

The Chinese girl smiled as she walked inside, glancing down at her own outfit before greeting the others. She wore a cropped top, zipup hoodie, leggings and patent black Doc Martens. Far more casual than Emily but it didn’t matter. It was comfortable. “Hey girl!”

She grinned as Fiona called out a greeting to her. Five girls were already seated around the coffee table in various positions. Fiona was seated in a chair dragged over from the kitchen table. The more strong-willed of the group, she wore combat boots, leggings and a tank top that showed the phoenix tattoo on the back of her shoulder. The usually quiet Jennifer sat on the armrest of the couch wearing a turtleneck sweater, skirt, tights and ankle boots. Her gentle features were framed by highlighted brown hair, cut to her chin. Beside her was the resident embodiment of sarcasm, Joyce, dressed in Blundstones, jeans, white t-shirt with a flannel open over it. She tended to verbally spar with Fiona a lot, enjoying setting off the other girl. The model of the group, Catherine, wore suede over the knee boots, jeans and a cropped long sleeve top. Her long brown hair spilled down her back in a wave and she wore a thin choker around her neck. They were rounded out by the innocent beauty Jamie, in brown knee boots, black pants, camisole and a cardigan. Her delicate Asian features seemed almost dainty as she sat on the other end of the couch with her legs crossed and her hair pulled into a high ponytail.

Emily dragged over another chair for Lily, who pulled a bottle out of her bag. She grabbed the bottle opener on the table and opened up the beer. “So how’s Michael been?” Joyce asked as she settled in.

Lily shrugged at the mention of her boyfriend. “He has a volleyball game tonight and then probably going out with the team. He won’t be back home until late, then again neither will I.”

All the other girls already had glasses of various alcohol out already. “Cheers to the night girls.” Emily said as she laid down a bowl of chips and salsa.

They all raised their drinks, unaware that someone was lurking very nearby and was about to change their night.

- - -

Peter grimaced as he hid in the closet among a girl’s clothing collection. He’d broken into this apartment a couple hours ago, expecting it to be empty as the girls were out drinking and partying but it turns out the party was actually in this unit. Now he was stuck, with several girls outside in the main room. So much for sneaking in and out.

He thought about his options on what he could do. He could stay and sneak out at night when they slept, maybe rob them after the others went home. He could barge into the main room and threaten them, but there he could hear at least four girls and several could overpower him. His thought process was interrupted by footsteps coming towards him. One of the girls was coming down the hallway and from the footsteps, she was entering the room. That gave him an idea. Peter slowly pushed the closet door open to see a blonde girl in a black skater dress and boots at her desk, hunting around for something. It’s now or never. Creeping out as quietly as possible, he loomed over the girl before pouncing, a hand crushing her mouth and the other wrapping around the rest of her body to pin her arms against her sides. “Gotcha! Shhhh, not a sound!” He whispered.

Peter grunted as he lifted the struggling girl off her feet and carried her to her bed, pinning her down as she continued to squirm under him. She was so toned and lithe, his eyes roamed up her body gleefully as he pulled out a knife and showed it to her. “Not a sound, ok? Behave and you won’t get hurt.”

The girl’s eyes stared up at him fearfully as she saw the knife, nodding as she tried to comprehend what exactly had just happened. She didn’t have time to take in a breath to scream when his hand came away from her mouth. Quick as a flash, a ball of cloth was stuffed inside her mouth, filling her mouth and soaking up saliva. She didn’t know it at the time, but it was a pair of her panties that Peter had fished out of her laundry. Hearing a ripping noise, she realized it was duct tape as strips were plastered over her mouth. As he held down the girl, who had now stopped struggling, he took a moment to look around the room. There were several figure skating trophies, which explained the numerous costumes and skater dresses in her closet like the one she currently wore. He smiled at the thought of the girl prancing around the ice in the skin tight costumes as he brought her wrists behind her and began wrapping them in layers of tape. She continued to let out some muffled grunts as he tore the tape and stuck it down. With her wrists secure, Peter brought her elbows together, noting how flexible she was as they came within an inch of each other and wrapped them in tape as well. Emily moaned as her elbows were tied together, straining and causing her breasts to stick out more than usual, which she noticed as she was hauled back up into a sitting position. “Mmm, nice rack you have there.” He said, eyeing her cleavage.

He tore his eyes away from the tempting female assets to wrap tape around her body, above and below her breasts to pin her arms to her body and causing her breasts to strain against the black fabric of her dress. “I’ll cop a feel.” He conceded as he reached out and squeezed her breasts.

The girl squealed into her gag, very muffled with the cloth filling it and kicked out at him. “Now, now. Behave you.” He grabbed her legs and held them down, careful to avoid the heels of her boots as he wrapped her thighs with tape just below the hem of her dress.

The girl squirmed in her tape bonds, tossing her blonde hair about as she strained and struggled. Peter took the time to rip off several more strands of tape, sealing the lower half of her face under a mass of silver. Her eyes were wide over her gag, betraying her fear as he took a step back to take it all in. “You look sexy in that, maybe silver and black should be a look for you.”

She hmphed into her gag and looked away dismissively until he got back in her face. “Now you’re going to behave while we go on a little walk back down the hall to your friends. Understand?”

Holding the knife back into her field of vision, the blonde nodded, tears beginning to form in her eyes as he stood her up and frogmarched her out of her room.

- - -

“What’s taking Em so long? I swear I heard the toilet 5 minutes ago.”

Jamie shrugged at Fiona’s question. “She probably went back into her room to get something. Oh here she comes now.”

The click of her high heeled boots announced Emily’s arrival back into the living area, but with an unexpected guest. “EMILY!”

Joyce cried out, causing Lily to knock over her drink and spill it across the table while Catherine and Jennifer whirled around in their seats to look behind them. Fiona half rose out of her chair before freezing as she saw the knife held in the man’s hand. “One sound out of any of you and miss figure skater here will experience a lot of pain.”

“You bastard! Let her go!” Fiona spat.

Peter shook his head. “One more word and this knife does its job!”

For emphasis, he placed the knife against Emily’s throat. He met the stares of the girls in the room evenly, admiring their figures as his eyes roamed. Most of them didn’t notice him staring at them at first, their eyes drawn to their bound friend with tape wrapped around her upper body and her arms behind her. Fiona slowly sank down in the chair, the fight dying the moment the knife point went up to Emily’s neck. “W-what do you want?” Catherine stuttered.

“I want you all to sit exactly where you are and not move a muscle. And to shut up.”

The threat was enough. Everyone sat in shocked silence as Emily whimpered in his grasp. “Now let’s see here...you” Peter said pointing at Jennifer. “Collect everyone’s cell phones and put them on the counter here.”

Trembling, Jennifer rose and took her phone out of her bag. The rest of the girls followed suit, placing their phones on the coffee table for her to collect before she took them over and placed them on the kitchen counter. She hurriedly moved back to where she had been sitting, shaking as Peter decided how he was going to start. “Thank you. Now take this tape and tie up the fiery girl there.”

He set down the duffel that he had with him and tossed a roll of duct tape to Jennifer, who shrieked as it hit her and dropped to the floor. “Do it. Now.”

The timid girl could only glance around at everyone. “Jenn it’s ok.” Catherine said gently. “He won’t hurt us if we do what he says.”

Jennifer nodded, her eyes welling with tears as she picked up the tape and moved behind Fiona. “Hands behind her back dear. Nice and tight, you don’t want me fixing it if you do a bad job. Tape her to that chair.”

Fiona glared at the man holding Emily hostage, but complied. Jennifer began wrapping her wrists in tape, pinning them behind her. “You don’t need to tie us up! Just let her go and get on with it you fucker!!”

“Ah ah, language young lady.” Peter tossed a pair of panties to Jennifer. “Shut her up with these and tape them there.”

“Ew! I’m not getting those in my mouth!”

Jennifer looked equally disgusted but flinched as Peter indicated towards her with his knife. “Shut up and do it.”

“Fiona, I’m so sorry.” Jennifer said with tears in her eyes as she balled them up.

“Fuck you!” Fiona shouted before she reluctantly opened her mouth to accept the wadding. She fought the urge to retch and tape was ripped to seal it in place.

Even after the gag went in she still mumbled muffled curses as Jennifer knelt down and taped her ankles to the chair legs. More tape was wound around her thighs and waist, holding her tight to the chair. Fiona strained and tried to rock her chair before finally admitting defeat and sitting back dejectedly. With Fiona bound and Jennifer shaking behind her, Peter turned his attention to the four other girls. His eyes wandered up and down each of their bodies, drinking in their outfits and enjoying the sights of them cowering in front of him. He was particularly taken to the dark haired Asian girl in the patent Docs. Maybe he would save her for last and he would have the pleasure of binding her himself. He grinned at the thought before pointing at Docs girl and the girl in over-the-knee boots. “You and you. Take this and tie up the other two girls.”

He tossed two coils of rope at them. Docs girl caught the rope and simply stared at it while over-the-knee boots girl gave a little gasp as she fumbled with it. “Do it.” He snapped. “Now.”

“I’m so sorry.” Lily whispered as she took Joyce’s wrists behind her, crossed them and began wrapping them in rope.

“It’s ok.” Joyce said quietly. “You don’t have a choice.”

Despite her brave face, Joyce was shaking by the time Lily had finished wrapping the rope around her wrists and tied them off. “Now above and below those cute breasts of hers.” Peter said as he tossed more rope over.

“Pervert.” Joyce mumbled.

“What was that?”

Joyce flinched, not realizing she had said it loud enough to hear. “N-nothing.”

Peter gave her an evil grin. “I’ll have something special for you later. Hurry and finish tying her up.”

Lily wrapped more rope above and below Joyce’s breasts, pulling her t-shirt tight against her breasts that were now sticking out due to the way her arms were bound. Meanwhile, Catherine had picked up her rope and was in the process of binding Jamie’s hands behind her back as well. Jamie was crying quietly with her head down as she was tied up. Occasionally looking up at Emily through her hair, she wept as Catherine methodically roped her arms and upper body. “Now her sexy boots there. Make sure you tie those up tight.”

Catherine bit her lip to prevent herself from making a comment before she took another coil and tied Jamie’s booted ankles side by side. More ropes went above and below her knees, creasing her pants and causing Jamie to wince as the coils were cinched off. On the other side of the table, Lily was wrapping rope around Joyce’s legs at the ankle and knee. Once the knee ropes were finished, she remained kneeling beside her friend. “Good. Gag her. Then tie her ankles to her wrists.” Peter instructed.

He fondled the girl in his grasp a little more as he enjoyed watching the other girls rope each other up. Lily gulped as she recognized the hogtie position. She helped Joyce awkwardly get onto her knees, rather difficult with her ankles and knees tied, before gently laying her down on her stomach. The captive girl reluctantly opened her mouth as Lily held up a balled up cloth before her lips were sealed with several strips of tape. “I’m sorry.” She whispered as she handed the gag materials to Catherine, then ran a rope from Joyce’s ankles to her wrists and pulled.

Joyce let out a quiet groan of discomfort, heavily muffled by her gag as she was drawn into the straining position. Her fingers fluttered as she pulled against her bonds, tapping against her Blundstones as they were drawn up to her butt. After tying it off, Lily stayed kneeling beside her friend, uncomfortably waiting for what comes next. On the other side of the coffee table, Catherine finished gagging and hogtying Jamie and stood, uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot as she waited. Peter let his eyes wander over the girls, one now bound to a chair and two hogtied squirming on the ground. “Ok, you. Sit on the couch with your hands behind you. You, tie her up. You’ve done it already, you know what to do.”

He pointed at Jennifer and then Catherine. Glumly, Catherine picked up more rope and began repeating the process of tying up her friend. Jennifer wept silently as she was bound, rope surrounding her wrists and upper body, then her knees and ankles. “Looks like you’ve done this before.” Peter commented with a grin.

Catherine turned red and kept her head bent over Jennifer’s legs as her friends all shot glances towards her. She finished knotting the last rope around the ankles before she was handed another cloth and gagged her friend. Plastering several tape strips across Jennifer’s mouth, Catherine stepped back and looked down at the ground, waiting for what came next. Jennifer struggled a little as she adjusted herself on the couch, still quietly crying as she got used to her new restraints. Peter noted that her turtleneck sweater looked as though it would burst at any moment from the strain of her breasts. “Now you, it's your turn to tie her up.” He said, pointing at Docs girl.

Lily swallowed with difficulty before she took the rope and began to tie Catherine’s hands. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered to her friend as she started on the ropes above and below her breasts.

Catherine looked down as rope was drawn around her exposed stomach, trapping her arms against her body. “It’s ok, you don’t have a choice.”

Tears welled up in Lily’s eyes as she finished wrapping ropes around her friend’s body before another cloth landed on the floor beside her. “Now gag her and put her on the couch.”

She glanced over at the man, who was still holding Emily in a chokehold, and reluctantly balled up a cloth and held it up to Catherine’s lips. She complied and opened, allowing Lily to stuff it into her mouth and seal it in with several strips of tape. Now bound and gagged, Catherine allowed her friend to guide her over onto the couch. Jennifer whimpered softly on the couch as Catherine was plopped down beside her before Lily went to work on her legs. Rope was wound around and around her boots at the ankles and then above and below the knee welding them into a single limb. After Lily finished, Catherine swung her legs up and down and stamped her feet in frustration. “Mmmmph!” She complained behind her gag, glaring at Peter.

Now, only Docs girl was free. “Thank you for being such a pretty hostage, my dear.” He whispered in the ear of the blonde that he had been holding the entire time.

She groaned pitifully into her gag, looking around at all her bound and gagged friends as she was dragged over to one of the kitchen chairs and forced down into it. Keeping one eye on the free girl, he duct taped her booted ankles to separate legs. Wrapping more around her waist and chest, he ensured the girl was securely trapped to the chair before turning his attention to the last girl. “What’s your name?” Peter asked as he leered at her.

“Lily.” She said, cowering slightly under his hungry gaze.

She hated the way he looked at her. Even her boyfriend was never this open about how much he liked drinking in the way she looked. “Come here Lily.”

Glancing around at her bound and gagged friends, she knew she had no choice and knew what was about to happen as he pulled out some rope from the seemingly endless supply in his small duffel bag. He twirled a finger and she took a deep breath before turning and placing her wrists behind her. She closed her eyes, waiting for the scratch of rope on her bare skin. “Please.” Desperation creeping into her voice. “Can you just let us go? You don’t need to do this.”

Peter grinned as she practically broke in his hands. “But I want to do this.”

Lily fell silent. He took his time. Her slender wrists were wrapped with rope and then cinched off before he reached down into his duffle bag of binding materials and brought out his favourite toy for binding girls. “Now, you’re my favourite captive of the night. So your reward is this.” Peter said as he held up the ballgag.

He loved the look on a girl’s face when they realized what it was. The light glinted off of the red rubber and Lily flinched when she saw it. “Open up Lily.”

Lily closed her mouth when she saw it and shook her head mutely. Peter sighed. “Fine.”

Quickly, his hand flashed out, grabbing her hair and pulled. Lily’s cry of pain as her head was wrenched back was abruptly cut off by the rubber sphere that was jammed into her mouth. Her teeth sank into the gag as the straps were pulled together under her hair and buckled in place, causing her to wince as a couple strands of hair were caught in the buckle. She gagged at the rubber taste as it filled her mouth and stretched her jaw out, but with it securely buckled there was no way for her to force the gag out of her mouth. Satisfied that his captive was now properly muffled, Peter grabbed some more rope and gripped his captives upper arms, pressing her elbows together. To his surprise, her elbows touched. “My lucky day.” He mused. “Your elbows can touch! Most girls can’t do that.”

Most girls weren’t former gymnasts, hence Lily’s flexibility. It still strained her arms as they were tied at the elbows and thrust out her chest as her shoulders were pulled back. She let out a moan as she felt her arms begin to cramp from the strain and drooled around her ballgag, which did a very good job of muffling her. He finished welding her arms into a single, useless limb before reaching around and giving her breasts a firm squeeze. “About to lose access to these so let’s get one last feel in.”

Lily cried out around her gag in outrage as she was fondled but she was helpless to do anything about it. Peter forced her down onto her butt, then adjusted his captive so she was sitting down with her legs out in front of her. More rope lashed her ankles and knees together with a long section purposefully left over from her knees. He wrapped it around the back of her neck and pulled, forcing Lily to bend forward until her knees were inches away from her chin. He nodded in satisfaction before tying it off, causing Lily to shift uncomfortably. “We aren’t done yet, cute thing.”

He pushed her over, causing her to give a muffled yelp as she landed on her side and was helpless to prevent her fall. Several other girls also made sounds of protest as Peter got another length of rope and connected her ankles to her wrists. Pulling that rope tight caused her to bite down hard into her gag as it wedged itself between her buttcheeks and turned her into a tight, compact ball. Now the only parts she could move were her head and fingers. She twitched and rocked a bit back and forth from her position on the ground but she could barely move. “Just for insurance.” Peter said as he took some tape and wrapped her fingers with it, turning her hands into useless balls.

He grinned at Lily’s helpless moans, her boots squeaking as the patent leather rubbed against each other. He ran a hand up and down her legs, over her leggings and boots and enjoying the feel of the girl’s body. He lost himself in her moans and squirms until a scream from one of the other girls reminded him that he had a punishment to inflict. Standing back up, he turned his attention to one of the hogtied girls. “And you.” He said as he loomed over Joyce. “This is punishment for that pervert comment earlier.”

She shrieked as he drew his knife. “Don’t move if you don’t want to get hurt.” He warned before rolling her over onto her side, taking her shirt and sliding the knife down the center.

Her shirt parted easily, now open like the flannel she wore overtop and he sliced through her bra as well, exposing her breasts. Peter sheathed his knife and gripped her breasts with both hands, causing her to scream behind her gag. He continued to fondle her for a while before standing back up, leaving Joyce to whimper on the ground and looked around at his handiwork.

Or mostly the other girls’ work he supposed, he had to give them credit for a job well done as he checked all the bindings. Two girls were bound to chairs with tape, two girls hogtied, two girls bound on the couch and his favourite in a balltie at his feet. Not bad for a night’s work. Checking the clock on the stove, it was only 10pm. Lot’s of time. He thought to himself with a grin. “Well girls, I hope you’re ready for a long night…” He said as they all let out muffled screams of dismay.

To be continued...?