That time of year again huh. I can't believe it's been a year since I last panic wrote my way through my first completed Kinktober back in 2021. Wish I did more writing since but I've done some stuff behind closed doors and life has picked up so haven't had as much time to pursue the kinky interests, or keep an idea long enough in my head to actually get it down in writing. But we're kicking off Kinktober 2022 with a continuation of last year! I wanted to do a little follow up on some of my prompts from the last year and this seemed to be a good one! It's about the after math of&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="895646101" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/animegirlwithagun/art/Kinktober-2021-Day-22-Help-Duct-Tape-895646101" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Kinktober 2021: Day 22 - Help/Duct Tape</strong><span>Hey, are you free to help me move a couple things at my place? I’ll buy you dinner as thanks</span>. Kiyanah looked at her phone and read the message from her friend Megan. “Dinner huh.” She muttered to herself. “Sounds pretty good to me.” The short Asian girl with long black hair checked herself in the mirror to see her jeans and long sleeve top before shoving her feet into low top converse and pocketing her phone. About five minutes later, she walked up the driveway to the house that Megan shared with a couple of friends. She knocked on the door and waited for a moment before her phone buzzed. <span>Doors open</span>. Kiyanah raised an eyebrow before trying the door and realizing it was unlocked. “Megan?” She called as she entered the house. “You in the back?” She padded deeper into the house, but as she entered the kitchen she saw something out of the corner of her eye and the tall man in black hiding around the corner pounced on the coed. Clamping a gloved hand over her mouth, she shrieked in surprise his other hand wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms against her sides. Kiyanah fought hard, the small girl had taken years of taekwondo but overwhelming size and strength, coupled with steel toe boots as she found out when she tried to stamp down onto his foot, made it so that no martial art could help her overcome the grasp of this man. Kiyanah continued to fight like a hellcat, clawing, screaming, writhing, and generally giving her attacker a very hard time as he manhandled her down the hallway to the back bedroom that she recognized as Megan’s. Two more men, dressed in black with balaclavas over their heads like the one that held her, were standing over Megan, who was on the floor with her back against her bed. Her friend was dressed to go out, in her white Doc Marten boots, leggings, and an oversized sweater. Unfortunately she was prevented from going out with multiple bands of duct tape wrapped around her body. Megan moaned softly behind a stifling gag of duct tape wrapped multiple times around her head and under her hair. She was bound at the ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, and around her chest and waist, keeping her limbs locked together and unable to go anywhere. Seeing Megan’s purple phone in the hands of one of the men, Kiyanah suddenly realized that the message to her had been a bait to lure her into this trap. That realization caused her to redouble her struggles, attracting the attention of the two men. “Oh look, looks like the first of your friends has arrived.” The man holding Megan’s phone chuckled. “So glad you could join us.” Kiyanah screamed behind the handgag as the men approached her with duct tape rolls but there was little she could do. They acted swiftly, starting with a balled up handkerchief that was stuffed into her mouth as she opened it to scream when the handgag came off and tape was wrapped around her head, tangling her hair as it compressed her cheeks. Her wrists were finally grabbed and wrenched behind her back, more tape ending her scratching and punching. Her legs were bound tightly in multiple places and more was wrapped around her chest and waist, pinning her arms against her back. Not satisfied with the amount of tape they’d used on the now helpless girl, the men pressed Kiyanah’s legs against her chest and wound tape around her legs, arms, and torso to trap her into a tight ball. They stood back to admire their handiwork as Kiyanah twitched and wiggled her sneakers since that was the only movement available to her now. “Excellent. Now who should we invite over next?” Kiyanah realized with a start that one of the men was now scrolling through HER phone, which had fallen out of her back pocket when she had been grabbed in the kitchen. “Hmm, how about her?” Showing the phone screen to the other men, they nodded and he typed out a message before hitting send. “Get set up.” One of them ordered. “Someone should be here in a couple minutes.” The other two men left the room, leaving the leader with the two captives. He stood over them, smirking as Kiyanah grunted angrily into her gag and wiggled around before kneeling down and stroking her hair. “You’re not going anywhere sweetheart.” She glared at him, wishing very much so that looks could kill and she could strike this man dead for daring to touch her as she flexed against the tape again. “You’ve got a lot of spirit.” He grinned. “Don’t worry, it won’t last long.” Everyone in the room turned towards the door as they heard the front door of the house open. “You know Megan, you have a lot of guy friends, why not charm a couple of them to-MMMMPH!” Both Megan and Kiyanah whimpered, their eyes meeting as they recognized the voice of their mutual friend Clara, as well as the now familiar sound of muffled screaming and struggling as she was pounced on the same way Kiyanah was. A minute later, Clara appeared in the doorway in the grasp of one of the men, her eyes popping open as she spotted her two friends bound and gagged on the ground. The tall slim blonde was dressed in tight black leather pants, a maroon turtleneck and black ankle boots. The girls assumed she had been studying on campus, an assumption added to when another one of the men came in behind her carrying her backpack over his shoulder. Despite Clara’s pleading eyes, Kiyanah and Megan were in no shape to help her and soon she was also bound and gagged with silver bands and tossed onto the bed where she squirmed and moaned softly. Wrapping tape around her leather pants, they just finished off her bonds when Kiyanah’s phone dinged. “Excellent timing, our next guest is here.” The men laughed before exiting the room. Clara rolled around on the bed, tears in her eyes as she peered over the edge at Megan and Kiyanah. Megan was still half-heartedly struggling against the tape, while Kiyanah’s fighting spirit was mostly extinguished now by the yards of duct tape wrapping her into a small ball. “Hey Kiyanah! I’m here!” Called a voice from the front of the house.Kiyanah stiffened, hearing her friend Caroline’s voice. “What was it that you needed help with? I-AHHMMMMPH!” The captive girls all whined as Caroline appeared, struggling hard against the men holding her. The dark haired girl was dressed casually in black leather knee high boots, jeans, white top and a black leather jacket, although as they watched the men stripped the leather jacket off of her body before going to work with the rolls of duct tape. Caroline grunted angrily through her gag as duct tape was wound around her boots at the ankles and boot tops, while more bands wrapped around her wrists, chest, waist, and thighs to take away all of her mobility. She was shoved forward, stumbling since her legs were now bound and fell face-first onto the bed. Clara tried to help her sit up, but soon all four girls were huddled on or near the bed, looking up at their captors with fear in their eyes. “Four is pretty good, don’t you think?” One of the men asked as he watched the girls squirm. The leader shrugged. “Would like to grab one or two more and then we can load them all up and ship them out. We have a trap set up, we might as well take advantage of it.” He grinned at the muffled screams of horror that arose from their captives as they realized they were being kidnapped on top of all this. “Don’t worry girls, you’ll have some more friends joining you soon enough. Or maybe even your cute roommates. And they won’t be here to help you...”...</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>&nbsp;as the men go about securing additional girls for transport after baiting in others with text messages and ambushing them in the home, only for another ambush to happen afterwards!&nbsp;<br /><br />Here's to another monthly adventure of panic as I told myself I would start early and again only wrote 2 stories before we started but oops, time to go!&nbsp;