Crystal sighed as she walked down the sidewalk. Running a hand through her hair, she thought about the amount of work she still had to do after she got home. Closing up the Journeys that she worked at had taken more time than expected due to some missing things from the inventory so she had to search for some stuff before leaving. Working retail as a student was less than ideal, but it helped pay the loans. She wore jeans, combat boots, and a tank top with a windbreaker thrown over it. She pulled her jacket tight as the chilly wind blew, shaking a bit to try and warm up as she jumped up the front steps of the house she shared with Amy. Unlocking the door and shoving it open, she let out a deep breath happy to be home. “Amy I’m back. How was work?”

She shrugged out of her jacket before realizing Amy hadn’t said anything. Crystal knit her eyebrows in confusion as she walked into the living room. “Amy?

Amy was seated in a kitchen chair, although not by choice. She wore her Hooters uniform of the white tank top, orange shorts, white socks, and sneakers having come back from work less than half an hour ago to find an armed man in her house. She was heavily bound to the chair, hence her inability to stand up. Black rope, a stark contrast to her dominantly white outfit, surrounded her at the ankles, knees, waist and above and below her breasts. Her arms were behind her, no doubt bound with more rope and additional ropes kept Amy tied down to the chair. A black ballgag filled her mouth, prying her teeth open as she drooled around the intruder. Crystal’s immediate concern however, was the masked man standing behind Amy holding a gun to her head. “Not a sound and your friend doesn’t get hurt.”

She raised her hands and dropped her bag. “W-what do you want?” She stuttered.

“I want you to walk over here slowly and give me your phone.”

Bending down to where she had dropped her bag, she slowly withdrew her phone and walked over, placing the phone on the kitchen table beside Amy’s phone. Amy mmphed frantically into her gag as Crystal walked over, but with the gun in play Crystal was helpless to do anything without risking her friend. “Now what.” She asked, hoping she sounded braver than she felt.

“Turn around and walk back over to your couch.”

Crystal looked at Amy, trying to reassure her friend before she turned around towards the couch. Laid out across the couch was another Hooter’s uniform and her white Nike Air Force 1s. With a start, she realized it was Amy’s spare uniform and the implications sent a chill down her spine. “Strip.” Her captor ordered.

That snapped Crystal out of the daze she was in and she whirled to face him. “What?!”

He pointed the gun in her direction. “I said strip. Now.”

Crystal turned pale and slowly reached down and pulled her tank top over her head. She tossed it onto the couch and then unzipped and stepped out of her combat boots. Her socks and jeans soon followed. She felt very naked and self conscious standing in front of him in just her bra and panties. “Lose the bra and panties.”

She wanted to tell him to fuck off but the gun and the bound and gagged Amy meant she had no choice. She tossed her underwear over onto the couch as well and stood, covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other hand to try and preserve her modesty. His eyes roamed up and down her body, making her even more uncomfortable. “Dress in the Hooters outfit.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t want to hear another word out of you. Put that outfit on now.” He snapped.

Glumly, she dressed in the Hooters uniform. She’d always been curious how she would look in the classic orange and white when she saw how good Amy looked in it, but given the situation how sexy she looked was one of the last things on her mind. She tugged on the bottom of the too small tank top, which was now stretched tightly over her generous breasts and the shorts left her feeling like there was barely anything there. Crystal was taller than Amy, everything was a bit small. She laced up her sneakers and stood back up, trembling as the man put the gun back into his pocket and drew out a coil of black rope. He unravelled it as he approached her. “Please don’t.” She begged.

That earned her a slap across the face. “I said not another word.”

Still reeling from the slap, she didn’t resist as her hands were brought behind her and tightly tied together. She winced as the rope bit into her bare wrists and was knotted off, her fingers fluttering for a knot. The man wasn’t done yet, taking another rope and forcing her elbows together before tying them. The wrenching in her shoulders caused her to yelp, earning a savage yank of her hair. “Please.” She begged as the elbow ropes were cinched. “It hurts!”

With her arms drawn back, her breasts were also thrust out causing the already tight tank top to stretch out even more. She glanced down and struggled a little. Her captor noticed as well and reached around from behind and grabbed her large breasts with both hands and squeezed. Crystal cried out at the squeeze. “Shutup.” He growled.

The words were enforced by a black ballgag, similar to the one in Amy’s mouth, being forced between her teeth. Crystal immediately gagged on the rubber taste as the unwanted intruder forced her mouth open. “MMMPH!” She tried to shout behind the gag and realized how little noise she was capable of making.

Her shout attempt resulted in a handful of her hair being yanked backwards, wrenching her neck and causing another muffled yelp. “You make another sound, bitch, and I take it out on your sexy looking roommate there. Understand?”

Crystal glanced at Amy’s bound figure out of the corner of her eye, who stared back with eyes wide over her gag. She nodded the best she could and she was released. A tear leaked down her face as more ropes were pulled around her upper body at the waist and above and below her breasts. Her arms were now effectively welded to her body. She struggled and twisted, looking for any give before she was shoved from behind, landing face down on the couch with a surprised grunt. “Stay.” He said before gathering more rope and starting on her legs.

Crystal drooled on the couch as her legs were pulled together and bound and the ankles and knees. Satisfied with her bonds, he stood up and went back over to Amy. “There we go, your cute roommate is all nice and secure. Now don’t go anywhere while I ransack your place.”

Both girls screamed around their gags as he left them alone, disappearing into the back rooms to loot their possessions. Once he was gone, Crystal squirmed off of the couch. Feeling her abs burn as she rolled her body to stand up, she started hopping across the living room towards Amy. Amy gave encouraging grunts as Crystal finally reached her, panting from exertion as she reached down to try and find a knot. She worked her way around Amy’s arms, searching but couldn’t find a knot and wasn’t aware of the man returning into the room until Amy practically screamed into her gag. “Well, a little escape attempt I see.”

Crystal shrieked as she was grabbed and thrown over his shoulder. She squirmed a little, complaining as he felt up her butt before he dropped her back onto the couch. He pulled out a phone and punched in a number. “Hey I got the girls.” He said. “Piece of cake just like I said. Bring the van around and we can load up.”

Crystal and Amy’s eyes met and they glanced at their captor before they heard a knock on the door. “That would be my partner.”

He disappeared into the front hallway and returned with a second masked man who stopped and stared in the doorway. The first walked over to Crystal before noticing his partner wasn't with him. "What, never seen a Hooters girl before?"

The second man shook himself out of his daze. "No, just wondering if we can get them to serve us in some other ways later on."

Both girls screamed as they realized it was not just a robbery, but a kidnapping. The men chuckled before they grabbed Crystal, one taking her legs and the other taking her shoulders, picking her up and carrying her out of the room towards the front door. For a second, Crystal had a hope that someone would spot her being carried out to the van. The white of her outfit would stand out in the dark, but her hopes were dashed as the men hurriedly moved down the stairs to the open back of the van. The darkness of the inside seemed to reach out to her as she was thrown down on the metal floor. One final rope was tied around her ankles and dragged towards her wrists, tying her into a stringent hogtie. The men disappeared back into the house and Crystal took the small window she had been given to struggle as hard as she could against the ropes binding her. It was futile as her fingers searched for a knot but she couldn’t find anything. She only succeeded in causing her tank top to ride up before her kidnappers reappeared with Amy, tossing her into the van beside her. They’d just finish tying Amy into another hogtie when they heard a voice call from outside. “Crystal? Amy? You two buying more furniture again?”

Both girls' eyes went wide as they recognized the voice as their friend Michelle. No! Not now of all times!

The two men also glanced at each other and hid behind the doors as they heard clicks of the girl walking up the driveway. “Girls?” Michelle said again. “Your front door is open.”

Crystal screamed into her gag to warn Michelle away but it failed to do so. Instead, Michelle walked around the van to the open back doors. “Crystal?” She asked in confusion.

Crystal’s wide eyes stared back at her friend from her bound hogtie in the back of the van. Michelle wore a bolero jacket over a tank top, denim shorts and over the knee black boots with a high heel. “What the f-”

Her surprised exclamation was cut off by the men emerging from behind the door and the shadows of the garage and grabbing her. A white cloth was clamped down over her mouth and despite Michelle’s athleticism, against two larger men she stood no chance. Soon she succumbed to the drugs on the cloth and went limp in their grasp. Both Crystal and Amy tried to scream through their gags but the sound barely travelled to the two men and their new captive. Michelle was carried into the van and dumped unceremoniously on the floor beside the other two girls. The two men closed the van door behind them before getting to work securing the unconscious captive. Michelle was quickly secured into a hogtie to match the others and gagged with another black ballgag. Crystal sobbed quietly as she realized she was most likely responsible for getting their friend kidnapped as well. “Let’s get going, these girls have a long trip ahead of them.”

Her original captor knelt in front of her. “You’ll be punished later for that stupid noise you tried to make to try and warn your friend. Worked out great, didn't it?” He taunted.

“Goodnight bitch, soon you’ll be waking up to your new life.”

Crystal barely had time to register what his words meant before the white cloth descended upon her face and the fumes immediately made her light headed. Trying to hold her breath, she eventually gave out and surrendered to the chloroform, rendering her unconscious for the trip ahead.