Evan wiped his eyebrow to clear sweat from his face as he caught his breath, surveying the aftermath of a hard afternoon of work. Eight bound and gagged girls now squirmed throughout the bedroom and the men now had to determine how to get them out of here and into their van to spirit them away to the white slavery base. The original four girls from earlier were over by the bed. Kiyanah, duct taped into a small ball, was squirming pitifully at the base of the bed. Megan, the original owner of the very crowded bedroom, sat on her butt beside Kiyanah, bound in tape and stamping her white Doc Martens on the ground but there was not a lot of anger in her struggles. She’d been the first to be ambushed by the men as she attempted to go out and had been tied up the longest.

The next two girls were Clara and Caroline. Joe had lured them both using the phones of the first two girls, then ambushed them as they came in through the door and now they sat on the bed. Clara’s squirms caused her leather pants to squeak as they rubbed against each other, but there was no loosening the yards of duct tape binding her arms and legs. Caroline, stripped of her leather jacket, wore a white top, jeans, and black leather boots and was taped up beside Clara on the bed. She was glaring over her thick gag at the men but had stopped her struggling for the time being.

Then there were the new arrivals. Marissa, one of the other girls who lived here, had come home with her friend Cindy. It was a good thing that there were always two of their team out front just in case, since Cindy had proved to be a handful and Joe had a red mark on his face from where her thick boot had kicked him and thrown him into a cupboard. Evan had been forced to run from the back room in order to help get control of the situation and secure Cindy before she could do more damage.

And then if things couldn’t get any worse for the kidnapping team, Soo had shown up with her girlfriend Sapphira just as they were taping Cindy into a tight balltie to match Kiyanah in the back room. Benjamin had acted quickly as the lone man out front and grabbed Sapphira, holding a knife to her neck to force Soo’s compliance and march the two girls into the back. Marissa, dressed in brown over the knee leather boots, leggings, and a sweater dress, now sat on the floor against the desk securely taped up with a pair of her own panties stuffed inside her mouth and wrapped in tape. Cindy, in platform Doc Martens, cuffed jeans, tshirt and black jacket, was now wrapped in so much tape only her head, boots and hands stuck out from the shiny silver ball.

Soo, dressed in a cropped top, black pants and black leather ankle boots was now pressed up against her girlfriend Sapphira in the corner, who wore a white camisole, leather skirt, stockings and knee length black leather boots. Unlike the rest of the girls, they were not bound and gagged with tape. Instead, soft white rope was used at their wrists, ankles, and knees and then wrapped above and below their breasts in a secure harness. Both girls also received matching black ballgags strapped deep in their mouths. Joe had enthusiastically been binding and gagging the girls, prompting the other two to ask where he got the rope and gags since they were not a part of the gear they had brought. “Found them in Soo’s room.” He said with glee. “Looks like our pretty Korean girl and her girlfriend get up to some kinky things in the bedroom.”

Soo and Sapphira both immediately went bright red and suddenly could not meet the eyes of anyone else in the room as the other captives stared at their friends in surprise. “Couple of kinky lesbians, hm? Might fetch us quite a nice price…” Evan mused. “Alright let’s get ready to move out. No more unexpected girls showing up right?”

The other men shrugged. “Alright, get the van and the bags and we’ll start packing the girls for their trip.”

Having said the last words out loud, a collective cry of fright sounded from all the captives in the room. It set off a fresh bout of struggling but wrapped in yards and yards of stick tape, none of the girls were going anywhere. The men made sure of that. Joe came back into the room with a number of large duffle bags over his shoulder and dumped them on the ground. “Her first.” Evan pointed to Cindy and they both got to work, untangling one of the duffle bags and bringing it over to her.

Cindy found out very quickly what the bags were for but taped up into a tight ball, she could not resist and was rolled into the bag without too many issues. Her gagged cries soon became inaudible as the bag was zipped up and padlocked and Evan threw it over his shoulder to carry the helpless co-ed out of the room and to the back of the van.

Benjamin, who had been fetching the van, then came in next and worked with Evan to tape Marissa into a tight ball and stuff her into a bag. The process was repeated with each of the girls, most who attempted to resist in some way but duct tape made all of their attempts futile as they were bagged, locked, and hauled outside into the back of the van. Soundproofing in the back meant that a passerby could be standing right beside the van and would have no idea there was a group of captives inside. But the soon to be slavegirls didn’t need to know that. Megan was the last girl to be bagged, her white boots disappearing into the darkness and then sealed inside of the canvas bag before the men cleared out the house of any traces of their presence. It was a clean snatch and grab job and Evan was happy with the performance of his team.

Dumping Megan into the crowded rear of the van and slamming the door shut on the moaning captives, Evan nodded to the other two men and they walked up to the front to prepare to ship the girls out to their slave processing facility. Then, instead of another girl walking in on them, they got a far worse ambush. “Police! Hands in the air NOW!”