Gillian groaned for the umpteenth time into the rubber ballgag filling her mouth as she tried to suck in the drool that threatened to spill over her lips and down her chin to drip onto the tank top she wore. She unsuccessfully strained against the ropes keeping her prisoner before settling back and slumping in the chair she was bound to. A couple of hours ago she had been on her way back home after an evening of studying on campus with her boyfriend, only for some of her sorority sisters to pull up in a van and literally abduct her off the street. Pranks like these happened relatively often, with Gillian participating as a kidnapper in several and she simply accepted it was her turn to be on the receiving end of things. Once inside, her leather jacket had been stripped off leaving her in her pink tank top, dark jeans, and knee high brown boots. Then they went to work with the rope and Gillian had to admit she was impressed with how fast she was rendered helpless.
Three girls in the back bound her with rope at the wrists, forearms, elbows, above and below her breasts, waist, thighs, knees, and her ankles were hobbled instead of bound side by side. A ballgag was popped between her teeth, thankfully not one of the larger ones the sorority owned, but that also made Gillian a little worried because smaller ballgags were associated with longer periods of bondage. And she was soon proven correct as the van was driven back to the house and she was dragged out of the back, frogmarched through the garage and up the steps into the house.
Once inside the sorority house, her kidnappers led her to “the room”, a small hidden room that was probably the size of a walk in closet that was only accessible via a sliding bookshelf and had a large one way mirror that allowed occupants to look out into the main room of the house. There was a wooden chair bolted to the ground near one of the walls, the typical spot to place their captives and Gillian found herself quickly bound to it. Her hobble rope was removed and her boots were lashed together at the ankles and boot tops. More rope at the thighs and stomach secured her to the chair, with her arms now uncomfortably pressed against the wooden back. “There we go.” Mia said with a laugh, patting her head before the girls filed out of the room. “Enjoy the night!”
That had been a few hours ago. Now Gillian estimated it was nearly 2 in the morning and only Julia was left in the main room, reading a book on the couch and making Gillian feel more voyeuristic than ever as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She was just about to fully doze off in the chair when the door leading to the backyard from the main room slid open quietly and a masked man dressed in black entered the room.
Gillian jerked upright as the man drew a cloth and poured some type of liquid onto it before creeping up on the unsuspecting Julia. Despite all of her screaming and crying out into her gag, the room’s soundproofing won out and Julia was not given any warning before the cloth clamped down over her face and her wrist was grabbed and pinned down. She shrieked behind the cloth, a sound that didn’t reach Gillian, and struggled for about a minute before the drugs on the cloth won out and she slumped into the cushions unconscious.
Gillian whimpered as three more men entered through the backdoor and they went to work securing Julia, with rope binding her wrists and ankles and a ballgag slid between her teeth. A hogtie finished her off and they placed her on the floor, hidden from view by the couch. From her spot behind the one way mirror, she got a good view of one of the men feeling up Julia’s butt under her skirt before the men split up and disappeared from view into the house. Gillian screamed and struggled as hard as possible against the ropes but with the amount of practice her sorority sisters got, the knots held firm and the ropework was not about to let her out anytime soon. After several minutes, one of the men returned with a girl over his shoulder. Gillian could see it was Mellissa, who was already bound hand and foot and ballgagged and she was placed down by Julia and roped into a hogtie quickly before the men continued their search of the house.
With the soundproofing in the room, Gillian had no idea how much noise was being made in the house or if any of the girls were even alerted that they were in any danger before chloroform cloths were clamped down over their faces and they were rendered unconscious. She doubted it, at this hour, most of the sorority would be asleep. The next hour was absolutely agonizing as she watched her bound and gagged friends, praying that they woke up from their forced slumber, praying that one of them would find a way to escape and alert the authorities. But it didn’t happen, Julia and Melissa both remained blissfully unaware of their danger as they slept.
Gillian began sobbing, screaming behind the gag as she threw her body against the ropes. She was absolutely helpless to do anything, the lone person who knew of the danger now lurking in this house, and ironically her sorority sisters had hidden her away and rendered her completely helpless and unable to do anything about it. Eventually the men gathered back in the main room having finished their sweeps of the house. “You sure she isn’t hidden away somewhere?”
“Nope, we checked every closet and cupboard in the house. She didn’t run either we would’ve seen it. She ain’t here.”
The other man sighed. “Would’ve liked the clean sweep, she was a sexy thing too. Oh well, she’ll come back to an empty house. Let’s get these girls out to the van.”
Gillian could only guess as to what they were saying, but she knew they were wrapping things up as she watched two men go back into the house while the other two picked up the unconscious Julia and Melissa and carried them out of the house. She sobbed, tears blurring her vision as she watched each of her friends get carried out of the house, roped into tight hogties in their nightclothes and gagged with rubber balls that they loved to use so much, off to an unknown fate. Soon, eleven girls were carried out of the house, Jenny being the last face that Gillian saw, before the last two men did one more sweep of the house and departed.
Leaving Gillian completely alone.