Cara groaned into the black rubber ballgag filling her mouth as she strained against the ropes tying her down at the wrists and ankles to a metal bench. Pressed stomach down against the cold metal, her breasts were compressed beneath her which proved to be a significant discomfort, not that her captor cared much for her comfort. They had also stripped her out of her cargo pants, leather jacket, and tank top, leaving her in just her Doc Martens boots as something of a taunt to her.

She had been hired as a private investigator to look into the disappearances of three girls over the past two weeks. She had found the culprit too, one Joseph Aldente, and located his isolated cabin. She also found the nearby shed where she suspected he kept the captive girls. Unfortunately for her, her prowling around his property had not gone entirely unnoticed and traps hidden in the fall leaves in the woods around his cabin had proved to be her downfall. A bear trap had snapped shut around her ankle, rendering her immobile and she had not been able to free herself before the man had arrived with a shotgun pointed at her. Surrendering, she’d been clubbed overhead with the butt of the gun and awoken in her present situation.

Groaning again, she tugged once more at her bonds. Her sight was also blocked by a leather blindfold strapped over her eyes with a nose cutout, ensuring that no light reached her eyes. With some of her senses dulled, her touch and hearing became more enhanced and she could hear three distinct sets of moans around her. They were the three missing girls, also occupying spots bound, gagged, and blindfolded, in his shed. Or as he referred to it, his mancave.

Joseph walked into his mancave and surveyed his collection. The bitchy PI Cara was squirming on the bench, but she was going absolutely nowhere with the ropes super glued around her wrists and ankles. The first girl that he had snatched, a curvy blonde named Tanya, was strapped down with a variety of leather straps to a tubular metal chair frame. With her arms bound to each armrest, legs strapped wide, Tanya became a chair cushion should he so choose. He’d left her knee high riding boots on, a reminder of her last day of freedom when she had been out riding on a trail and he had kidnapped her at gunpoint, forcing her off the horse and through the forest until they reached his van, where she had been bound and gagged and spirited away.

To the right was another tubular metal frame, this one creating a couch. Bound side by side were his second and third snatches. The dark haired Asian girl Lorraine was on the left, her left arm strapped up across the back of the couch and around brunette Jean’s shoulders, who had her right arm around Lorraine. Both were strapped with multiple black leather straps to the frame and kept solidly in place, their inner legs bound together to form a twisted couch. Looking at the two girls, he realized that a third would probably be needed to form a real couch, but he’d find another young coed for that. Cara was perfectly fine where she was, becoming the ottoman. Tears leaked from Lorraine’s blindfold, her feet clad in her own pair of white platform Doc Martens, while Jean wore a pair of suede thigh high boots. He liked how girls looked in boots, he felt that it told quite a bit about the girl that wore them with how bold they decided to go and where they would wear them. Lorraine had been snatched walking to her off-campus housing at college, while Jean had been shopping at a mall and kidnapped from the parking lot.

All of the girls were gagged with black rubber balls and blindfolded just as Cara was. Smiling, he sat down on the couch, much to the displeasure of Lorraine and Jean and put his feet up on Cara. Cara flinched and grunted in protest but her bonds held fast as he held up the TV remote and flipped on the day’s college football game. Life was good…