“Coming!” 

Vivian hurried to the front door of her apartment as the knocking continued, peering through the hole to see two uniformed men with a large box in the hallway. She looked down at herself and pursed her lips as she was just in a pair of leggings and a sweater for a night at home but now she had to greet visitors. She partially opened the door. “Yes?” 

“Miss Vivian Lee?” 

“Yes, that’s me.” 

“We have a dishwasher delivery here? Ordered last week?” 

Vivian sighed with relief, not thinking about how it was almost 9pm on a Friday night when this delivery was being made. “Finally, it took them long enough to order it. Come on in.” 

The box was mounted on a trolley which allowed them to wheel it around, which they engaged to wheel the dishwasher box into the apartment and close the door behind them. Vivian didn’t notice one of the men locking the door, but soon the box was in the middle of the kitchen. Cutting the packaging straps with a knife, the men lifted the cardboard box up and off and Vivian felt her heart stop. 

On top of the trolley was a cage, much smaller than a dishwasher so that the occupant would have to be curled up into a ball to fit. And inside of that cage was her daughter. It was the nightmare of every parent. Celina was curled into a tight ball, involuntarily of course. She was still wearing the tight black long sleeve top, tight white skirt, and knee high black leather boots that she had left the apartment in earlier today to go on a date with her boyfriend Matthew. But now her eye-catching outfit was accessorized with plenty of white rope binding her wrists, elbows, thighs, knees, ankles, and more wrapped around her upper body and waist. A leather collar was buckled around her neck and chained to the bottom of the cage to keep her in the enforced kneel, while her mouth was filled with a black ballgag. “Mmmmmm!” Celina whined as she blinked away the blinding lights and saw her mom staring in shock. 

The man who had pulled the box off set it down on the side, and Vivian could now see the sound insulated padding on the inside that would have prevented her from hearing anything from her daughter before it was taken off. “W-what is going on here?! Let her out!” 

“No, we will not be doing that.” Vivian decided to think of the bigger one as number one and the skinnier one as number two. Number one was still speaking. “Instead, you’re going to do everything we tell you to do. Or maybe we decide the daughter will be a better fuck than her mom.” 

Vivian collapsed to her knees. “Please do what you want with me.” She begged. “I beg you, don’t hurt my daughter.” 

She could hear her daughter’s gagged cries and sobs but tried to tune it out to just focus on the two men and keep their attention on her. Both men seemed to oblige, looking greedily at the slim Asian woman on her knees in front of them. “Strip.” 

The one word sent shivers down her spine, but a quick glance at the cage was all the motivation Vivian needed. She had no idea how long this nightmare may last, but seeing her daughter locked away in the cage she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. Slowly rising on shaking legs, she slid her leggings down and pulled them off. Now just in her bra and panties, she stood in front of the men shivering. “All of it.” Number two grinned as he ran his eyes up and down her body. 

She knew it was coming but it didn’t make it any easier as she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor, followed by her panties. Number one whistled as she fully exposed herself, while number two set down the workbag he had been carrying and withdrew some items. “Turn around.” He instructed as he approached with what looked like leather cuffs. 

“Please why are you doing this?” She asked as her slim wrist was grabbed and wrapped in leather before it was buckled and locked on with a small padlock. Her left wrist soon followed, and then another padlock was used to ensure her wrists were locked behind her back and unable to move from their pinned position. “To the bedroom slut. Let’s go.” 

With her hands locked behind her, Vivian had to adjust to walking steadily without her hands. There was a squeak behind her as the trolley carrying her daughter was moved again and it took all her willpower to not look back at her as she led the way to the master bedroom. In an apartment, it wasn’t very large but there was enough room for the men to wheel Celina into the room and park her in the corner so she was forced to watch her mother sacrifice herself for her. 

Vivian was forced to kneel down on the carpet so that leather ankle cuffs could be locked onto her, followed by a collar and then a ringgag that forced her mouth open and caused her to immediately start drooling. Seeing number one fumble with his pants, she knew what was coming and what the purpose of the gag was as he clipped a leash to her collar and then forced his member into her open mouth. It had been years since she had given a blowjob as her husband had passed from cancer a couple years ago, but given the situation she had no choice. Soon number one finished and number two took his place. 

Celina could only watch through the gaps in her hair and sob. She closed her eyes and laid her head down on the floor of the cage as she tried to tune out the sound of her mom choking as they slammed into her mouth. She had been walking back to the car with her boyfriend when these men had attacked, one grabbing Matthew and slamming his head into the side of her car, while the other grabbed her and covered her mouth with his hand. All her kicking and screaming did little to dissuade them as they dragged her over to a white van parked nearby and threw her into the back. She thought this may have been it. They were going to rape and kill her, but instead they used a knife to persuade her to cooperate as they tied her up. 

She complied with their sick games, no one would hear her scream as they made her ballgag herself and buckle the collar on before the ropes came out. The ballgag and collar should’ve told her it was something more sinister but she had been too terrified and the image of Matthew being slammed into the side of the car and crumpling to the ground played over and over in her head like a waking nightmare. She had been tied up quickly and efficiently and she complained the entire time, especially when they pulled her skirt down to her knees to thread a crotch rope between her legs then yanked the skirt back up.

Then they unveiled the cage. The balltie they had roped her into meant it was far too late to resist and that she was going into that cage no matter what, but it didn’t stop Celina from using all of her remaining energy to writhe and make things difficult until she had been forced inside and the door padlocked shut with a resounding click. Then the muffling box had been placed on top, plunging her into darkness as they drove off with their captive locked in the back 

The next thing she knew was the box coming off in her own apartment and her mom staring at her in shock and forced to comply otherwise they would do things to her. Celina would have gladly taken whatever they would do to her for her mom but parental instincts kicked in and now Celina had to watch as they threw her mom onto the bed and tied her arms and legs spreadeagle before violating her. 

Celina shut her eyes as she listened to the men grunt, doing her best to tune it out. Was there any way this was just a dream? A nightmare that she was imagining in her brain? Could pain wake her up? Because if so, she was in plenty of it both physically and emotionally. 

Then she heard the front door come crashing down. “POLICE!” 

The two men jumped up off of the bed but had barely pulled up their pants by the time police flooded into the room holding them at gunpoint. They were shoved up against the wall, their hands locked in handcuffs, and dragged out of the room while two female officers entered and used bolt cutters to slice through the locks on the cage and cuffs. 

A few minutes later, now free and dressed in a bathrobe, Vivian held her sobbing daughter against her as she watched the police comb the apartment for evidence. It took nearly an hour of statements and images until they finally packed things up. “Don’t worry ma’am, these boys will be locked up for a long time.” The sergeant tipped his hat before he left. 

Vivian watched them go, holding her daughter tight against her. While the nightmare was now over, she knew it would haunt their dreams for a very long time.