Katie fired up her stream for the day, checking that all of her settings were as expected before hitting the go live button. She had stretched and dressed after waking up well into the afternoon and now she had a scheduled gametime with some of her friends. She had dressed in a pretty standard comfortable outfit for streaming in just a tank top and biking shorts, but for her own enjoyment she had also added a pair of thigh high leather boots to the outfit. No one was going to ever see it, but she got enjoyment knowing that she was wearing something that made her sexy hidden under the table and none of her viewers would know a thing. Even though pictures of her in said boots would probably sell extremely well in public she didn’t want to go down that route.
There were already many of her regulars waiting in the chat when she went live and she greeted as many as she could as the chat became very active. She took some time to chat, knowing that she still had half an hour until the time she was scheduled to start gaming and kept the camera on herself as she went through messages and addressed some of them. One from a new user asked about some of her internal fantasies which she proceeded to laugh off. “Fantasies?” She gave a nervous chuckle. “Nah, we aren’t going there today.”
She moved on from the comment and continued chatting, sipping her tea as she waited for her friends to get online to join her for games. A few minutes later her eyes spotted another message that confused her. “Maybe one of those fantasies will come true today.” Katie narrowed her eyes as she read the message. “Wha-mmmMMMPH?!”
A gloved hand appeared out of nowhere and clamped down over her face, muffling her cry of surprise as she was yanked sideways. Her attacker had used a foot to block the wheels of her chair, causing the large gaming chair to tip over and spill Katie onto the floor along with it. She shrieked as she hit the floor, her headphones ripped off of her head as the cord went taut and she lay dazed for a moment before recovering and opening her mouth to cry for help. “HEL-MPPPPH!”
She didn’t even get a full word out before her attacker quickly climbed on top of her and sealed her cry with a leather gloved hand. Katie’s eyes were wide as she was pinned down on the floor, her nostrils filling with the scent of leather as she struggled the best she could. With her arms and legs still free, she tried to do whatever she could to gain some kind of leverage but outside of hitting his back with her boots, she couldn’t even touch him.
She could hear something clink as he used his free hand to pull something off of his belt and then he let go of her mouth, allowing her to draw in a deep breath that was interrupted by a rubber ball being jammed between her teeth. “Mmmmmph!?”
The ball had straps on either side of it that were pulled back behind her head, her blonde hair swept away before the strap was pulled tight and buckled in place at the back of her neck. It cranked her jaw wide open and Katie immediately began to drool, letting out a low moan as her speech was taken away from her. Given that she had been incredibly careful to never divulge personal information, she knew now that her only hope of rescue was that one of her IRL friends had been watching the stream and were currently calling the police. She had to delay him somehow.
Unfortunately for Katie, this man was on a mission. Ignoring her flailing feet, hands clamped down on her wrists in an iron grip and wrenched them behind her back, drawing cries of pain from the poor girl from behind the ballgag. Thin rope was doubled over and the noose pulled tight around her wrists, trapping them behind her back as her attacker quickly wound the rope four times around her wrists and twice in between for a cinch before knotting it off. A whine escaped from her throat as the next coil of rope pulled her elbows together. High school cheerleading meant she was flexible enough, but it was still a strain as her elbows were pulled together and secured.
With her arms bound, Katie calmed down a little bit, her anger and resistance switching towards worry as the man turned his attention to her legs and bound her booted ankles, followed by her knees. Now rendered completely helpless, Katie rolled over onto her back and stared up at the masked man as he rose to his feet. If she could come up with an image of a home invader, he would fit the image perfectly: dressed in black, big and strong looking with a balaclava covering his face. She whimpered as he reached down and gripped her arm to pull her to her knees before grabbing the camera off of her monitor and pointing it at her. Out of the corner of her eye, Katie could see herself in her stream view and she was a mess. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her mouth distended and wrapped around the black ballgag filling her mouth, her chest thrust out into her tank top with how her arms were bound, and there was nothing she could do about it as she was broadcast to the internet. “Say goodbye.” The man mocked her as he showed a closeup of Katie. “If you want to find your precious streamer, there will be a link in the chat for a new type of stream later.”
Tossing the camera aside, he hit the end stream button before turning his attention back to Katie. “Now, let’s get you out of here.”
Katie shrieked into her gag as she was carried out of her bedroom into the main room where a duffle bag lay open on the ground. Realizing what was about to happen, Katie struggled with a last bit of renewed effort before she felt something get injected into her butt through her bike shorts and the world faded to black.
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Katie awoke to a crashing headache and a rumbling sound that she couldn’t place until a bump was hit and she was tossed around, landing on a cold metal surface with a groan. She was still stringently bound and gagged, although now a short rope connected her wrist and ankle bonds to pull her into a strict hogtie. She looked around the dimly lit space and realized quickly she was in the back of a van. It could have been hours since she had been dragged out of her chair in her apartment, she had no idea where she was or what was going to happen to her. She began to cry again, setting her cheek down against the cold metal of the floor as she wondered what this man had in store for her.
She didn’t get much time to think about the possibilities though, as the van slowly rolled to a stop and she heard the driver’s door open and close. The rear door was then opened, blinding Katie who closed her eyes as she felt the man climb into the back. She moaned into her gag as she felt the rope holding her into her hogtie was undone and she was picked up. Strong hands threw her over a shoulder and she was carried out of the van into a large garage that seemed more like an intake area for a warehouse. It was eerily empty. There were multiple other white vans like the one she had been abducted in, but not a soul in sight until her captor walked through a door and greeted a man on the other side. “One more?” The man asked.
“This one’s Kitara.” Her captor responded.
“She’s the last today, room three, go get her set up.”
Katie did not like the sound of that. Room three, did that mean there were two other girls kidnapped just like her? Other streamers? Her friends?! She was carried through another door into a brightly lit hallway with multiple doors and windows. Her captor turned so she could look into the first room and her eyes widened in horror. Through the glass window, she could see her friend Kourtney. Another streamer she collaborated with often and actually lived near her, the Chinese girl was dressed in a cosplay of Tifa Lockhart, complete with red gloves and combat boots. Katie had been sent a preview of the outfit yesterday, which Kourtney was planning to wear on stream today and now Katie was seeing the outfit in person. Accompanying the outfit were multiple ropes that were tying her to a pink gaming chair. Kourtney’s wrists were bound together in front of her and pulled up over the back of the chair and secured somewhere behind it. Her legs were spread and raised up, her knees bound to the armrests and her ankles bound to the bottom base of the chair. Additional ropes circled her breasts, torso, and waist to keep her seated in the chair. It had the additional effect of displaying her private areas, which were fully exposed through a hole cut in her shorts. A web of leather straps was wrapped around her head, keeping a panel in place over her lips which most likely held something inside.
Katie also noted the tripod mounted camera inside the room before her captor moved to the next window. Inside was another one of her streamer friends. Britney was a tall lithe brunette, although her great figure was not on display in the slightest as Katie took in the small dog cage in the room that held her friend prisoner. Leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and ankles, and a ringgag propped her mouth open causing her to drool all over the floor of her cage. She only wore an oversized hoodie and denim shorts, but Katie could not see the butt plug and vibrator currently filling her friend causing her to moan and flinch into the bars of the cage.
Her captor carried her to the third room, which did not contain another one of her captive friends and Katie realized it was for her as the door was opened and she was taken inside. Set down on her feet, she awkwardly shuffled on the spot trying to maintain her balance in the heels of her boots as the man walked behind her lowered a hook from the ceiling that she had not noticed when she was first carried into the room. The hook was connected to her wrist ropes before it began to retract towards the ceiling. Katie glanced up at the hook before the force of her arms being pulled up behind her caused her to have to bend over to relieve pressure on her shoulders. Soon she was bent over 90 degrees and her captor was somehow still not satisfied with her bondage. A leather collar was buckled around her neck and a rope leash was tied to her booted ankles, ensuring she was going to maintain the strappado position.
Without a word, the man that had changed her life in a matter of hours walked out of the room. Katie watched him leave before struggling a little against the ropes holding her completely prisoner before a whirring sound caught her attention. Looking up, she saw the camera in the room with her moving and focusing onto her. As she stared at it, she saw the red light blink on. An unwavering, absolute sign that she was now being livestreamed. Katie’s stomach dropped as she looked away from the camera. Her and her friends had been kidnapped live on stream, and now were permanently on display on a new stream for the whole world to see.