Corrine groaned to herself as she dashed through the doors of the yoga studio, barely saying hi to the receptionist before getting into the locker room. Being late to yoga meant she would miss the stretching warmup, which was critical to yoga and she knew she would be incredibly sore the next day if she ended up missing it so she had to hurry up, already five minutes late. The Chinese college student glanced around the empty locker room, searching for an empty locker.
Another downside to being late to Girl’s Night and In the Clouds Yoga Studio was that most of the lockers in the room were already occupied, either by people finishing up or her own class. Finally she found an open one in the corner and hurriedly stuffed her things inside. As she put her phone in her locker she shot off a message to her boyfriend to let him know that she had made it to yoga, only to notice the message failed to go through. Huh, weird. She thought to herself as she tried to send it again and watched it fail again. That was a bit of an anomaly, cell signal was usually very good in this area. She shrugged and placed her phone on top of her clothes before locking up and rushing back into the main room to join the class.
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In a van outside the studio, four men sat in a van watching the yoga class go through their initial stretches on the screen. With the cell phone jammer active, the entire building was covered and ensured that no messages or emergency calls would be reaching the authorities. The previous class was finishing up and leaving the premises, and while it would’ve been nicer to bag even more targets, the team of four knew their limits and chose to instead target the last class of the night when the studio was relatively empty. Seeing one last car pull out of the parking lot, the leader gave the go signal and they piled out of the back of the van carrying duffles with various restraints and silenced weapons.
The young woman at the front desk stood no chance. Met by a silenced pistol as she looked up to greet the new entrants to the studio, her hand shot into the air so fast they wondered if she had dislocated them. “Green, deal with her, rest of you on me.”
Green took a step forward and grinned at how the woman trembled. Clad in a blue two piece yoga outfit and runners, she stood up from the chair when instructed and only gave a whimper as Green shoved a black ballgag between her teeth. Strapping it under her dirty blonde hair, he pinched her breasts through the thin fabric of her top to test the gag and was satisfied with the quiet whimper that was produced. Then he forced the girl to lie down under her desk and pulled her wrists up so he could ziptie them around the desk leg. Stretching out her legs, he pulled a quick loop around her ankles and used another to connect them to another desk leg, pulling her taut underneath the desk.
She grunted into the ballgag at the strain of being stretched between the two anchor points but the hard plastic held firm. Nodding, Green stood back up and left to join his teammates in the main studio room, where they had already corralled and threatened the yoga class into submission. Interrupted mid stretch, none had been in a position to resist or flee and all five were now kneeling with their hands behind their heads.
Now for the fun part. Red and Blue grabbed the yoga instructor, a woman named Tracy who was the studio owner and a good looking woman in her early thirties, and forced her to strip out of her yoga outfit. While reluctant at first, a zap from a cattle prod quickly changed her mind and soon she was naked in front of her students and captors. Since they didn’t need to worry about stealth or quick captures anymore, the boss Black directed the men to go straight into the slavery bindings. Opening up one of the duffle bags, Red withdrew two pairs of leather cuffs, a ballgag, and a collar all attached together by a ring for easy withdrawal from the bag. The college girls whimpered at the sight of the leather restraints, one or two were already sobbing but with Green and Black standing over them threateningly, they were too cowed to make a move.
The ballgag was inserted into Tracy’s mouth first, popping in and was quickly strapped under her dark hair. Next the leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and locked on, then an additional padlock chained her hands together in front of her. Similar restraints were added to her ankles leaving her helpless. The collar around her neck, while she didn’t know it just yet, secured her fate as a slave. Red and Blue then forced Tracy to sit back down before one final lock secured her wrist restraints to her ankles, locking her into a frontal hogtie and leaving her unable to move while they moved onto the next girl.
Corrine was next. The short Asian girl resisted when she was grabbed and forced to her feet, similar to Tracy but it took a couple of shock rounds before she was curled on the ground whimpering. Then men chose to forcefully strip her instead, pulling off her shoes and socks before they were forced to ballgag her to muffle her cries. Once her clothes were forced off of her the resistance died out, ending in her sobbing as she was cuffed into a helpless ball on the floor and collared.
The three other college girls, two blondes and a brunette, were much less dramatic. After seeing what the cattle prods could do again, they chose to not resist and quietly stripped out of their tight outfits, revealing fit bodies that the men were practically drooling over as they got their hands on the girls. Soon, all five girls were on the ground naked, cuffed, and collared, whimpering as they looked up at the men standing over them. “Her, her, and her.” Black pointed at Tracy, Corrine, and one of the blondes that was most likely a cheerleader based on her looks. “We’ll take those three first out to the van.”
Blue, Green, and Black all bent down and unlocked the indicated girls from their frontal hogtie before slinging each girl over their shoulder and heading for the door while Red stood guard over the two remaining captives. Green had grabbed Corrine, holding onto her shapely butt as she pounded against his back with her cuffed hands. “That’s enough.” He growled. “Unless you want me to leave the cattle prod dangling over you in the van so you’re shocked everytime we stop.”
The threat was enough to get her to stop, although his words chilled her at the thought of being taken away in a van to who knows where. Unfortunately for the girls there was no one around to witness their kidnapping at this time of night as the girls were carried out to the utility van the men had arrived in. Opening the back, the girls were laid down on the floor, flinching as the cold metal came in contact with their bare skin, and then chains from eye bolts welded into the floor of the van were attached to their wrists and ankles, stretching the girls out on their backs with their hands overhead. “Go get the receptionist.” Black instructed Green as Corrine was chained in place beside Tracy. “We’ll wrap these ones up.”
Green nodded and headed back inside, walking around the front desk to look down at the blonde bound under the desk. “Miss me?”
She did not look like she missed him at all, tears streaming down her face as she gave another futile tug against her plastic bonds. Green had just pulled a pair of wirecutters from his belt to cut her restraints when a ping went off from the heartbeat sensor that he carried to verify the number of targets inside. He frowned before pulling it out and looking down at it in confusion. What the. He thought as he stared at the anomaly on the screen. Something with two, no three heartbeats? Packed incredibly close together on the screen he stared in confusion as it moved. “Hey Black?” He asked on the radio. “Got something of an anomaly on the heartbeat sensor.”
Black had just finished chaining Corrine to the floor and had given her large breasts a quick groping before standing up. “What are you talking about?”
“There’s no one on our team carrying two girls, are there?” I’ve got some three heartbeats running around together inside the building.”
“We don’t. Should just be the two captives in the building and Red standing guard.”
Green gulped as he watched the three heartbeats head in a straight line towards the three people they knew were in the building. Right as the heartbeats appeared on top of Red and the two captives, they heard a pair of clicks through their radio and then the anomaly was heading away from that room, which suddenly only had two heartbeats. “Red? Red come in.”
There was no answer. Green swore and stood up, leaving the bound girl grunting into her gag in confusion. Going through the hall, he brought up his pistol, keeping an eye on the heartbeat sensor and the anomaly in the building that was headed straight for him. Watching as it headed down the hall in his direction, he counted to three before swinging out with his gun in front. All he saw was blackness. He screamed.