Valentina rang the doorbell of the expensive looking house and took a step back, fiddling with the handle of her toolkit as she heard footsteps on the other side of the door. Her mentor Neville had told her that this house in particular was at the very top of his customer chain. If they called, he went without any questions. Seeing how large the house was, Valentina assumed that the owners must be incredibly rich, or important. Or both. The door swung open and it took a lot of her willpower to not flinch as she looked at the hulking man in the doorway. “Who are you?” He grunted.

“The...plumber?” She answered nervously,

The man stared at her, making her feel very self conscious all of a sudden. In her mid twenties, the Hispanic girl with dark hair wore a blue shirt, short overalls with Timberland boots on her feet. A bag containing her tools was in her right hand. “Where’s Neville?” The man asked.

“He broke an arm falling off a ladder doing housework. I’m his apprentice.”

The man continued staring at her before stepping aside. “Ok, come on in.”

Valentina entered the house. “Thanks.” She said quietly before looking around.

The inside of the house was quite extravagant. Numerous objects were on display on shelves, fine china, trophies, and many other statues and things that she didn’t get a good look at as she followed the man in front of her through the house to the kitchen. “Kitchen has had some problems, something blew and flooded so we need you to take a look at that. If you have questions, yell for someone.”

He left the room, leaving Valentina alone with her tools and she simply shrugged before opening up the cabinet and getting to work. It didn’t take her very long to diagnose the problem, so she went to get the guy to make sure it was ok to turn off the water before burying herself under the sink with her tools to get to work. She was humming to herself as she flipped through her toolbox when some men entered the room. “Excuse me.”

Valentina looked up to see a very well dressed man, flanked by more hulking goons. “Yes?” She asked, quickly realizing that the home she was in belonged to a mob boss, who was likely the man right in front of her.

“Please give my condolences and wishes for a speedy recovery to Neville.” He said. “He’s a good man, and if he trained you I have no doubt that you will do the job with the same efficiency and quality that he does.”

“T-thank you sir.” She was surprised at how gentle he sounded, a complete contrast to the men giving her hard stares behind him.

“Unfortunately I have a meeting to attend to so I will be absent for a while. If you need to get a hold of me, speed dial one one any of the phones will reach someone near me.”

She nodded and he bowed his head before turning and leaving. One of the goons behind him stayed after he exited. “There are cameras throughout the house.” He warned. “If you do anything to any part of the house, we will know.”

Valentina planted her hands on her hips. “Are you questioning my professionalism and ethics?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

The goon seemed a little taken aback by her display but recovered quickly. “Just do your job.” He grunted before leaving.

After the front door closed behind him, the house was eerily silent which suited Valentina just fine. No men creepily staring at her or making lewd comments was quite a peaceful work environment for her so she went to work.

After about half an hour, she heard the front door open and close again and shrugged. Maybe they were back earlier than expected and ignored the footsteps entering the room. She would have continued ignoring them until she heard her toolkit get kicked away from her. “Hey!” She exclaimed as she pulled herself out from under the sink. “What is your pro…..blem.”

Valentina trailed off as she emerged back into the light to find three masked men standing over her with guns levelled at her. “Hi?” She asked weakly as she raised her hands.

“Who else is here!” One of the men demanded, jerking his gun closer to her.

“N-no one!” She flinched. “They had an appointment and went out, I’m just a plumber!”

One of the other men went through her bag. “Checks out.” He grunted before tossing over one of the rolls of duct tape that she carried. “Get her tied up and get the others to keep searching the place. If the house really is clear then they can start making noise.”

The larger man being talked to nodded and left the kitchen while Valentina was forced to stand up before being spun around and shoved against the sink edge. “Ow.” She grunted before her hands were pulled behind her back.

Her wrists were crossed and she felt the sticky adhesive of duct tape on her skin as the man began wrapping duct tape around her wrists. Multiple bands were layered together, locking her wrists securely in place as she heard the smashing of glass and other items coming throughout the house. “Who the hell are you guys anyways.” She grunted as the tape roll was torn off and she flexed against her tape bonds.

“Doesn’t matter. Now shut up.”

The command was enforced by a balled up dishcloth being jammed into her open mouth as she tried to respond. Valentina gagged, the dishcloth was none too clean, but she was unable to force it out of her mouth before tape was slapped over her mouth and he began winding it around her head. The tightness of the bands pulled her face sideways and her hair got caught in the tape but he didn’t care as he continued until the entire lower half of her face was compressed under a mask of silver. She made a noise of complaint but practically no noise emerged from her packed mouth. Her only hope at this point was for the men that owned the house to see what was happening on cameras and call the police.

Satisfied his captive was now suitably gagged, the man began wrapping more tape around her waist, pinning her hands against her butt. Valentina noticed the second masked man standing off to the side watching, not even bothering to hide his staring at her breasts now thrust out into her shirt with the way her arms were bound. Her breasts got more attention as the man tying her up began winding tape above and below her breasts, pausing occasionally to feel up her boobs and sparking an outraged cry from her gagged mouth.

With her upper body now helpless, she was forced down to her knees then onto her butt. Crossing her ankles, her legs were bound with more tape at the ankles, above and below the knees, and thighs. Valentina wondered if the entire roll of duct tape was used on making her a helpless captive before it was tossed back into her bag and the men stood up. “Let’s finish up here, the sexy plumber here isn’t going anywhere.”

True to his word, she was going absolutely nowhere. She personally thought it was overkill to use this much duct tape on a slim girl, but it did its job. For the next 20 minutes, she could do nothing but squirm against the strict tape and listen to the men rampaging through the house. Finally they gathered back in the kitchen. “No good boss.” One grunted. “Must’ve taken it with him.”

“Hey!” Another entered the room. “Just got the call, Don and his men have left the meeting and are on their way back here. Must’ve caught wind of what’s going on since we have incoming vehicles at the perimeter.

“Fuck!” Their boss swore. “Let’s get out of here. And bring her!”

Valentina flinched as he pointed at her. “She could be useful.”

Screaming behind her gag and writhing, she was unable to do anything as one of the bigger men easily scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder. One hand wrapped around her legs, the other found a place on her firm butt and he did not hesitate to feel her up, much to her dismay, as the men evacuated from the house to large vehicles parked outside. A trunk was open and Valentina knew that she was destined for that dark enclosed space. Crying out into her gag one last time before the trunk shut, she finally allowed her fear to overcome her and sobbed as the cars were started up and began driving away. For all the harassment and things that she had expected working in this field, an abduction while at a client’s house was definitely not on the list. All she could do now was close her eyes and pray that she made it out of this.