Jillian amused herself in the side room on the far side of the country club by inspecting some of the decorations and paintings that were on display on the wall. Rich people and their amusements. She thought before remembering that she technically was one of those rich people attending private school. It was prom night, and her school’s prom committee had booked out this country club for their prom event. Things were getting into full swing over in the main room, but she had snuck away to meet her friend Kate away from prying eyes.

Jillian paused in front of one of the mirrors to admire her outfit for the umpteenth time that night. As a goth girl, she had dressed appropriately in an off shoulder black lace dress with a high low style hem. Long black gloves came up above her elbows, with fishnet stockings and knee high platform boots completed the outfit. The platforms were necessary on a night like this, with the height boost all the other girls got with their high heels, Jillian had to make sure she was right there with them. Her blonde hair was streaked with black and she also had a fair amount of dark eyeliner and lipstick. The final item was a black tiara perched on the top of her head, as required by the prince and princesses theme that the prom committee wanted. It made Jillian want to throw up, but she grudgingly obliged. Clicking of heels on the tiled floor interrupted her internal complaining and she turned to see her friend Kate walk in through the door. “God I thought Erik wouldn’t let me get away for the rest of the night.” Kate complained as she walked in. “Hey you look great!”

“You look way better.” Jillian smiled.

Kate was dressed in a long blue and white prom dress that reached down to her ankles with thin shoulder straps. Glittery silver heeled sandals were on her feet and a silver princess tiara was in her brown hair. The two girls embraced for a moment before stepping back to admire each other’s outfits again. Kate sighed. “I hate that we really have to meet like this away from everyone.” Kate’s eyes were suddenly downcast. “I know, it’s a bit hypocritical of me to say that since I’m the one who asks for this.”

Jillian simply shrugged. The two had been rivals for years in school and hated each other, then events had happened that had brought them together to be friends but with how hated Jillian was in some of Kate’s circles, they kept their friendship quiet leading to these aside meetings when they could find the time. They would even be going to the same college next year which would be really nice to just break free and be friends for real. They chatted a little bit, talking about prom, their gripes with the prom committee, and how others were dressed tonight.

And then a man walked through the doorway with a silenced pistol in his hand. Jillian, facing the door, was the first to notice and her mouth opened to scream but the pistol immediately turned towards her and the shout died in her throat. Kate whirled around, seeing the shock on Jillian’s face. “Who are you?” She demanded as she raised her hands along with Jillian. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Well princess, you’re going to do exactly what I say. Now shut up and stand over there next to the goth princess.”

Kate reluctantly walked over, shaking in fear despite her bold protests a moment ago. “It’ll be ok.” Jillian reassured her, although she also felt her stomach drop as the man pulled out long plastic bands that she recognized as zip tie cuffs.

“Now.” He held out one of them to Kate. “You’re going to tie your friend’s wrists here with these. Make sure goth princess is nice and secure.”

Kate shook her head. “Please don’t do this.” She begged but the pistol prevented her from making any louder sounds.

She gingerly took the plastic strip, noting how the two ends fed into slots in the middle. She’d seen them on the news and in movies and knew they were quite secure and uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.” She whispered to Jillian.

To her credit, Jillian put her hands behind her without a complaint as Kate worked the bands around her gloved wrists and fed the ends through the slots before pulling them tight. “Tighter!” The man demanded.

Kate reluctantly pulled it even tighter until the plastic bit into Jillian’s flesh, causing her to wince. “Sorry sorry.” Kate apologized.

The next item passed to her was a black rubber ball on a strap. “What the heck is this?” She asked.

“Innocent princess we have here. Well princess, that is called a ballgag. You’re going to strap that ball between the goth princess’s teeth and strap it in tight.”

Kate hesitated before bringing the ball up to Jillian’s mouth. “I’m really sorry Jill.” She said with tears in her eyes as she worked the ball between her friend’s teeth.

It took a moment, as the ball was big and it was hard to get past her teeth but eventually the ball snapped into place and Kate drew the straps behind her head and buckled it under her blonde hair. How has no one come by yet? Kate wondered. It was still a country club and employees and people came through all the time. Unknown to her, there was a sign out in the corridor declaring the area off limits to ensure no one would come by to witness what was happening.

With Jillian now bound and gagged, the man drew out another plastic strip and indicated for Kate to turn around. Steeling herself, she flinched as the cold plastic contacted her wrists, then whimpered as they were drawn tight enough that any movement in the cuffs hurt. She flexed experimentally, but the plastic held firm. The ballgag held up to her mouth was blue this time, matching her dress. Kate idly wondered if the man had targeted them somehow (he did) before the rubber mass was forced into her mouth.

She gagged immediately on the taste of rubber as the ball jacked her jaw open and slotted into place behind her teeth. “Mmmmph.” She grunted as the straps were pulled tight and buckled. “And now princesses, your carriage awaits!”

Both girls' eyes widened as he put his pistol away and grabbed each of them by the arms. There was a door that led outside in this room and he opened it before yanking the girls through. To their disappointment no emergency alarm sounded as they were led outside and shoved across quickly to the van sitting by the curb. Shoved into the back, the man climbed in after them after making sure no one had seen them and quickly used another set of zip tie cuffs to bind their ankles. Jillian’s boots squeaked as they rubbed against each other, and then a regular ziptie pulled them both into tight hogties. Squirming in their dresses and tiaras, they really did look like a goth princess and a pretty princess in distress as the man got into the front of the van and started it up, taking them off to who knows where.