Jack sipped some of his coffee and wrote a couple more things down in his notebook. Across the street, the girls of Psi Sigma Tau were chatting and arranging themselves on the front steps of the college’s chemistry building for a photoshoot. The collection of about twenty Asian girls were the newest target for their slaving group, resulting in this scouting mission. On the other side of the table, his partner Brad crossed his legs and sat back as he scanned the girls with his professional eyes. Both men were well built, dressed in casual clothes as they talked, casting occasional glances towards the girls.
All the girls were very attractive, causing multiple passersby to stare at them as they smiled for their group shot. Jack noticed several other students in the cafe with them were doing their best not to stare as well and snorted. “I can see why they were picked.”
Brad shrugged as he finished his coffee and pushed the mug and plate aside. “The order is specifically for Asians, and good money. Probably someone with a fetish but what do we care, they meet the requirements so we’re here scouting it out.”
He jutted his chin towards the sorority. A camera on their table was discreetly pointed at the photoshoot and recording everything as they broke into individual shots. Jack did his best to note each girl as they posed, matching them to the images and names that had been provided in their briefing the day before. He had trained his mind to be able to file away this information temporarily, just long enough for the job, and then discard it. Each girl wore a black sorority jacket with the greek letters Psi Sigma Tau on it in bright colours, along with leggings or jeans and boots. They were all slim, in good shape, and Jack could feel his mouth water at the thought of getting his hands on these girls.
The laughter and chatter could be heard across the street as Jack finished his coffee and croissant. “Plan is to go tonight, right?”
“Unless there’s anything that interrupts us, correct.”
Jack stood up and brushed off the crumbs from his jacket. “We’ve still got some work to do, let’s get going.”
Brad picked up the camera and ensured that it had actually recorded before sliding it back into his bag. Tossing their garbage, Jack cast one last look over his shoulder at the girls before they departed the cafe. Enjoy your last day of freedom girls. He thought with a smirk.
- - -
Half an hour later back at their safehouse, Jack and Brad uploaded the footage that they had obtained while they were out and met with the other members of their team. Angelo, Brycen, and Jordan had been busy pulling all the data that had been collected from previous scouting missions that had outlined Psi Sigma Tau as a potential target over the past couple years, as well as scraping the girls’ various social media for whatever info they could find.
Gathering in their cramped “conference room”, which was little more than a small room with a projector and several chairs, Brycen led the briefing on each of the girls, the house, the risks, the typical stuff Jack had been through dozens of times now before snatches like this. The plan of attack was pretty typical: secure the doorways, room to room full sweep of the house, snatch every girl, bring the vans up to load the girls up and make a clean getaway. Each of the girls had a small profile on them, usually highlighting which of the girls may be a problem. Jack memorized the faces of each of the girls, mainly the ones that played sports or took any form of martial arts and to his surprise, that was over half of the sorority. Further investigation however, showed that most of them had just recently begun taking muay thai classes, so they were not competent enough to cause any real damage. “Must’ve been convinced to take it all together.” Brad muttered as they flipped from a dyed-blonde girl named Alyssa to a dark haired girl named Yu.
The briefing took about 90 minutes. “We’re going around midnight, get packed. We’re taking two vans to carry all the girls so get your things and be ready for tonight.”
Jack stretched and checked his watch. They had about 9 hours before the strike, so he had plenty of time to get ready and review more of the information they had. “This will be a big payday.” Angelo said as they left the room. “Let’s not fuck this one up.”
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Later that night, Jack sat in the back of one of the slaving vans, going over final preparations with Brad. Angelo sat up front driving with Brycen and Jordan following close behind in a second van. The van was disguised as a maintenance van, but inside it was lined with cages along one wall and various kidnapping tools hung on various hooks on the other side. Jack could already imagine the cages filled with bound and gagged Asian girls, which would become a reality later in the night.
According to their plan, the two vans were parked on opposite sides of the house on the main street, with Angelo and Jordan staying in the vans as lookouts while the main team of Jack, Brad and Brycen struck at the house. As Jack climbed out of the van, he looked up at the massive house. The street was quiet, given that the house was only one of four or five on the street, there was a lot of space between houses so any potential screams would probably not be heard.
Making sure they had all their equipment, including bags slung over their shoulders with additional gear, the men crept towards the house in the darkness. Scouting reports had indicated there were no cameras and nothing seemed to have changed since those reports several months ago. Either these girls were confident that they would not have any problems, or they were stupid. Jack and Brycen took up a position at the back garage door while Brad did a quick sweep of the perimeter of the house and set down some traps at the front and back doors of the house in case a girl escaped out of the main entryways.
“All clear.” He reported upon returning to the garage door. “Main team is clear for entry, front and back door checks set.”
A double click over the radio from Angelo confirmed that they were good to go. “Entering.”
The lock was picked on the back door of the garage and the three men entered quietly. As was protocol, they swept the garage, which turned out to be mostly empty of anything except two vehicles and space for a third. No tools or anything that one usually expected to find in a garage. Finding nothing, they lined up at the door to the house. “Entering.” Brad confirmed over the radio before trying the door, which was surprisingly unlocked.
On the other side of the door was a laundry room. The dryer was currently running, making a thrumming noise that resonated through the room as the men carefully picked their way through the assortment of shoes lying around the room to get to the hallway. Lining up in the hallway, they were preparing to execute the plan when they heard a yawn very close to them around the corner. Everyone froze for a moment before flattening themselves against the wall as a girl walked past them down the hall stretching. Her ash coloured hair identified her as Lin from their briefings and she was dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, her feet were bare. Jack cursed the dryer for impairing their listening, otherwise they would have heard her walking down the hall with considerable time to react. Luckily, she didn’t glance their way as she continued down the hall towards the kitchen, probably looking for a snack. Jack glanced at the others, getting a nod before pulling out a chloroform cloth.
Her mind muddled from hours of studying, Lin didn’t even hear the footsteps behind her as Jack closed the gap in two strides before grabbing her around the waist and clamping the drug-soaked cloth across her mouth and nose. Lin’s eyes immediately went wide with shock and she tried to cry out the best she could as she fought in his grasp but the chloroform went to work quickly and soon she went limp in his arms. Holding the cloth over her face for an extra few seconds to make sure she wasn’t faking it, he finally tucked the cloth away as Brad darted over to help carry the unconscious coed into the shadows of the hall. Brycen stayed on the lookout as the other two rolled Lin over onto her stomach and got to work restraining their new captive.
From his back pocket, Jack grabbed some thick cable ties that were used to bind Lin’s wrists together behind her back and then rolled up her sweatpants to bind her ankles. A third joined the two bonds, trapping her in a strict hogtie. Brad finished her off by inserting a red ballgag into her unresisting mouth and buckling it under her hair. A set of double doors in the wall to their left was revealed to be a coat closet, full of jackets, shoes, and boots. Perfect for stashing away a captive.
Jack and Brad rolled their captive into the closet and closed the doors before moving out. From the map layout that they had of the house, there was a study lounge down one hallway away from the kitchen. Jordan confirmed from outside that there were lights on in that room, so it was likely there were some girls up late studying.
Communicating with hand signals, Brad stayed to guard the hallway junction while Jack and Brycen headed down the dark hallway towards the study room. Light from the room at the end of the hall spilled out into the hall as Jack cautiously peeked into the room. To his disappointment, there was only one girl in the room. Thankfully, her back was to the door and she was very engrossed in the large number of papers spread out on the table in front of her along with her laptop. She was dressed in an oversized hoodie and leggings with Birkenstocks on her feet and headphones covered her ears making her oblivious to the world. There was another laptop and additional papers on the other side of the table, likely belonging to Lin who was now bound and gagged in the closet.
In other circumstances, Jack would have found the room rather comfortable to study in back when he was in college. Several large tables with chairs, a couple couches and some private study cubicles lined one of the walls. It also meant they would have to do an extra sweep to make sure no other girls were hidden away but a low check told him there were no other legs in the room other than the one girl blissfully unaware of the slavers’ presence.
He allowed Brycen to take this one and watched the other man stalk into the room with a chloroform cloth ready. Jack was only half paying attention as Brycen struck, knocking the girl’s headphones off of her head as the cloth was clamped down over her face. She flailed and kicked out, knocking over one of the other chairs and sending her sandals flying through the air as she struggled. She pulled on her attacker’s hand and struggled, putting up a fight for about 45 seconds before she finally succumbed to the drugs. “Securing Irene Mah.” Brycen radioed before pulling out some zip ties of his own.
Jack winced at the noise made by the takedown but Brad did not notify them of any movement in the house that resulted from the chair falling over. Irene had been one of the potential problem girls highlighted in the briefing, having taken Taekwondo for years and was a black belt. Too bad. Jack laughed to himself. Can’t put any of that to use if you’re off in dreamland.
While Brycen bent down with zipties to bind their new captive, Jack swept through the study cubicles to confirm the rest of the room was empty. He noticed that the desks had built in eyebolts to prevent laptops from being stolen and had an idea. “Bring her over here, we can secure her into one of the cubicles.”
Brycen appeared at the end of the row of cubicles carrying their captive. Given the danger the girl posed, extra restraints had been used with zipties tightly binding her at the wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles. Seeing the eyebolts, Brycen immediately understood and laid Irene down on the floor. Chaining multiple zipties together, the two slavers forced her chest against her thighs and heels against her butt before securing her into a tight ball. Now forced into a smaller shape, Irene was lifted up into the cubicle and secured with a pair of zipties to the security eye bolts in the desk, preventing her from being able to roll her way off of the desk and hiding her from anyone who glanced into the room casually. Satisfied their captive wasn’t going anywhere, the two men left the room, turning off the light and regrouping with Brad before they headed towards the kitchen.
- - -
Meanwhile outside, Jordan and Angelo both tensed as a car pulled up to the house. They had noticed it was missing earlier when they did their scout around the house and that it belonged to one of the sorority members, so it wasn’t a big surprise to them when four girls piled out of the car. Jordan identified them as Ariana, Faith, Kelly, and Christy, who seemed to have come from some kind of volleyball game given their knee pads, short spandex shorts and tight sports tops. He licked his lips as he watched them walk across the driveway towards the garage door, noting how the spandex shorts framed some of their butts. “I’ll handle this, Angelo stay on watch.”
He got a click of confirmation over the radio and darted across the lawn towards the girls as the garage door opened. They were talking casually, yawning after a long game as they entered, unaware of the dark shape that had slipped into the garage behind them before they started closing the door. They stood around the door to the house, one fumbling with her keys to unlock the door before Jordan interrupted them. “Good evening ladies.”
All four of them whirled around, the screams or questions they had dying in their throats as they saw the silenced pistol aimed in their direction. Jordan admired the four girls, noting how Christy and Kelly were what he would pick out as girls who would play volleyball as they were taller than the average Asian girl with slim limbs and long hair. Faith’s hair was cut just above her shoulder with wide, expressive eyes that were filled with terror as she grabbed onto Ariana beside her. Jordan remembered the reports stating that Ariana and Faith were siblings, clearly Ariana being older as she tried to shield her younger sister from the black-clothed figure in front of them holding a gun. “Now, my friends and I are here to steal some of your nice things, and since I can’t have any of you raising a racket and I would prefer to not have to kill any of you, you will be tied up. Drop the bags and get over by the wall. Now.”
Hurriedly, the four girls dropped their sports bags and walked over to the wall shaking in fear. Jordan tossed a fistful of zipties at their feet. “You’ll be tying each other up with these, to make sure you stay out of our way while we go about and take what we want.”
The four girls simply stared at the plastic strips scattered on the floor, not moving until Jordan pulled back the hammer on his pistol. “You and you, tie up your friends.” He said as he pointed to Ariana and Christy with the pistol barrel.
Trembling, the two girls knelt down to grab zipties. “Hands behind their backs. And make it tight, I’ll be checking and you don’t want me tightening them.”
Ariana glared back in defiance but the pistol aimed at her sister seemed to shatter any of her resistance. “I’m so sorry. It’ll be ok.” She tried to comfort as she pulled her sister’s hands behind her and bound her wrists with the unrelenting plastic.
Faith wept quietly as her ankles were also secured above her runners. Over on the right, Christy wordlessly went about her task of having to bind the wrist and ankles of Kelly, who winced as the plastic bit into her flesh. Her feet were bare as her flip flops had been lost in the rush to move across the garage to the wall, so it was easy for Christy to secure them together. Jordan very much enjoyed making his victims tie each other up. There was a joy in watching them cowering and being forced to bind their friends before succumbing to bondage themselves.
Next, he had the two bound girls be pushed to their knees and onto their stomachs before their legs were bent into hogties. Both girl’s cried out at the strictness of the tie before ballgags were added to silence them. Ariana was now crying as well as she was forced to strap a rubber ball into her sister’s mouth, having failed to protect her.
Jordan grinned as Christy was made to tie up Ariana just like their two friends. The taller girl worked the zipties with numb fingers around Ariana’s wrists and ankles before helping her down onto her stomach. Ariana blinked away tears and yelped as the hogtie was secured before the ballgag was inserted into her mouth to complete her bondage. Jordan then had the pleasure of binding Christy, starting her off with the ballgag. Her arms hung limply at her sides as the rubber ball was forced between her teeth, a groan of discomfort escaping as he buckled it at the back of her neck under her hair.
Pools of saliva were beginning to appear beneath the other girls’ mouths as he ziptied Christy’s wrists together and then her ankles. He hogtied her as well before stepping back and inspecting the four captives. Each of them had stopped squirming, looking up at him with wide, fearful eyes, unsure of what exactly he had in store for them next. Their sport tops and tight shorts were now dirty from the garage floor from rolling around and struggling, but it still looked hot to Jordan. Taking advantage of the sisterly dynamic, he knelt down beside Faith, who let out a fearful moan and groped her breasts through her top. “Very nice.” He grinned as he felt her up.
Ariana screamed behind her gag and flexed against her bonds but didn’t succeed in doing anything except cutting her skin where the plastic ties dug in. She could only watch her sister be violated with wide eyes. Meanwhile, Christy and Kelly had squirmed over beside each other, tears rolling down their cheeks as they tried to comfort each other. Despite himself, business came first. Jordan sighed to himself as he stood and pulled a cloth doused in chloroform from a pocket. He started with Faith, staring at Ariana as Faith screamed behind the gag and cloth, not very audibly, as the drugs overcame her.
Ariana sobbed as she watched her sister fall unconscious, her expression a mix of fury and helplessness before the cloth descended on her face as well. Jordan repeated the process with Christy and Kelly, rendering each girl unconscious before rolling them over against the garage wall and using a nearby tarp to cover the girls. “Four down in the garage.” He reported before closing the garage door and exiting to return to the van for surveillance.
It was probably the only takedown he would get for the night, but he definitely enjoyed it as he sat back in his van, visions of volleyball girls squirming and moaning around ballgags dancing through his mind. “Look alive Jordan.”
Angelo’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts and he guiltily looked down the street at the other van. While he couldn’t see the other man inside the van in the darkness, he could definitely imagine Angelo smirking at him. “There’s time to play with them later, after we get them elsewhere.”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Affirmative.”
- - -
Back inside the house, which was really a mansion given its size, the three slavers continued down the hall having secured the bookworms back in the study room. They had cleared out the other rooms with no girls to be found. A couple storage rooms, a bathroom, and a closet. But they could hear voices coming from the kitchen, the last room left on the main floor. Taking up positions on each side of the doorway, Brycen held up three fingers to indicate the number of targets. Jack didn’t like these types of attacks, since it relied heavily on the girls having the self-preservation to shut up when a gun was pointed at them and sometimes there were some stupid girls that screamed anyways. But they didn’t have a choice, an open room like the kitchen gave them no space or cover to take them down with chloroform.
Brycen counted down from three and together, the men rushed into the room with silenced guns drawn. “Any noise and everyone in this house dies. We’re here to rob you, so do what we say and we don’t need to hurt anyone.” Brad growled.
Maya, Maddie, and Adele had been eating a late night snack around the counter, although only Adele had seen the men enter initially and her mouth had opened to scream before she spotted the gun. The other two girls whirled around and froze, staring at the three imposing men dressed in black now threatening them.
Maya and Adele were both fully dressed. Having just returned from studying late on campus, Maya wore jeans, Timberland boots, a tank top and a black jacket overtop while Adele wore leggings, ankle boots, a tank top, and a denim jacket. Unlike the other two, Maddie looked like she had been preparing to head to her bed, dressed in sleepwear of bicycle shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Maya was the first to somewhat recover from the surprise. “W-who are you? How did you get into the house?”
“Not important. What matters is what we want you to do and that is to get your hands where we can see them and get your butts over by the wall and face it.”
Given that there were three guns pointed at them, the girls wasted no time complying with the instructions. Adele seemed near tears as she got off the stool she was sitting on and walked over to the wall with her hands up. The other two quickly joined her as they exchanged worried glances about what would come next. Each man took one of the girls, grabbing their wrists and pulling them behind their backs to be bound. “Wait please you don’t need to tie us up! We’ll be good!” Maddie begged.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Brad secured her wrists together before he reached for a ballgag on his belt. “Ow!” Maya yelped as a plastic ziptie was pulled tight around her wrists. “That hurts!”
“Shutup.” Brycen growled as he stuffed a ballgag into her mouth and pulled the straps tight under her blonde hair.
“Hey w-mmmmph!” Was all Maddie could get out before Brad gagged her as well, cutting off her exclamation with one smooth motion.
Adele meekly opened her mouth to accept the ballgag from Jack, knowing she was in no position to resist with her hands bound and fellow sorority sisters rendered helpless. He smiled as he slipped the rubber ball between her lips and buckled it tightly. As much as he enjoyed it when they fought, for a high risk snatch like this the girls that submitted quietly made it so much easier.
Brycen and Brad were having a little more difficulty with their captives, as the girls had begun struggling in the slavers’ grips now that their speech had been taken away. Instead, they were rewarded with additional zipties at the elbows and knees, wrenching their shoulders back and putting additional strain on their bodies. By the time the girls were on the ground hogtied, their resistance had crumbled and both were crying into their gags as the plastic dug into their soft skin. “Three more in the kitchen, Maddie, Maya, Adele. All secure.” Jack radioed in so Angelo could tick more names off of the list. “Nighty night girls.”
Chloroform cloths descended over the faces of the Asian girls at his feet and despite the struggling and whimpering, 45 seconds later all three were unconscious on the floor. Taking advantage of the walk-in pantry, all three were hidden inside. “First floor is clear.” Brad reported. “Moving upstairs.”