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Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, lesdom, M/f, maledom, bondage, non-consensual, kidnapping, handcuffs, ball gags, tape bondage
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The gatling gun sound of endless knocking drew all eyes to the front door. Who could that possibly be? Had the goons already lured in a new captive? No. Judging by the confused looks on the goons’ faces, and the wide-eyed questions Vaughn was shooting their way, they hadn’t managed to get any more of Colleen or Dani’s friends. Vaughn looked just as taken aback, and it didn’t take long before Colleen locked eyes with her fellow captives, each of them looking just as bewildered as their captors.
“Open! This! Door!” Demanded a familiar voice from outside between knocks.
Oh, okay. Now Colleen knew who it was.
“I mean it girls! I don’t know which one of you it was that just skipped your way outside in that ridiculous mask, but I know what I saw! There are children in this neighborhood! This is no place for that kind of obscenity!”
Mrs. Kenway. The neighbor from down the street.
The frozen silence of shock came to an end when Sarah and Trinity burst out in panicked noise. They cried out as loud as they could to alert the woman behind the door to their plight. Colleen didn’t do the same. Part of the reason why she kept quiet was because she was well and truly cowed by then. She was sure that was the same reason Lena held her tongue and didn’t start screaming as loudly as her ball gag would allow.
Dani was another story. Colleen knew that Dani was being quiet for the same reasons as her. They had been cowed, yes. But they also knew that appealing to a frigid, uptight bitch like Mrs. Kenway was just about the most pointless thing someone could do.
“Knock that off!” Yelled Mrs. Kenway. She thudded on the door a few more times. “Nobody wants to hear you slu–girls make fools of yourselves! So keep quiet and answer this door!”
The goons and Vaughn were motioning to each other, trying their best to communicate questions and answers and their best ideas about how to handle this situation without doing more than whispering. Eventually they seemed to come to some kind of agreement.
Goon #1 and Vaughn stepped over to the door while Goon #2 moved over to the couch to quiet the struggling, screaming captives. He swatted and swore at Trinity until she fell silent again, then moved over to do the same for Sarah.
Meanwhile, the first goon was positioning himself behind the door, out of sight for anyone who might come in that way. Professor Vaughn answered it, opening the door partway.
“Can I help you?”
Colleen couldn’t see her neighbor’s face, Professor Vaughn was blocking off the door’s opening, but she could picture it. Mrs. Kenway was a thin, severe looking woman with a sharp face and her brown hair always done up in a ludicrously tight bun. Colleen wondered if Vaughn would try to kidnap her too. And judging by the way the professor’s head was nodding up and down in a presumed once-over of the visitor, Vaughn was wondering that too.
The smart money said yes, she would. Mrs. Kenway wasn’t exactly Colleen’s type, but she knew the severe woman was attractive in her own right. More than once Dani had said there was something alluring about the way she narrowed her eyes or pursed her lips.
“Who are you?” Demanded Mrs. Kenway. “Where are Colleen or Danielle? Or the landlord, for that matter. I don’t know who it was in that mask, but they have to answer for it!”
“Mask? I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about Miss…?”
“Missus Kenway,” corrected the neighbor. Mrs. Kenway was in her late twenties herself, but always insisted that people address her as politely as possible. Colleen didn’t even know her first name.
“Mrs. Kenway…” repeated Vaughn. She drew the name out, as if testing it. Colleen felt a sudden certainty that her living room was about to have one more captive.
“Yes, that’s right. I live down the street. I saw whichever one of the little harlo–-hooligans that lives here step out in some kind of costume a little bit ago and I want to give her a piece of my mind! And who are you? A relative? The new landlord?”
“I’m one of Colleen’s professors,” said Vaughn. There was an audible smile in her words. “I stopped by to drop off some work she forgot to grab at the end of class on Friday. I don’t know what this business about a costume is about, but she’s just inside. Why don’t you step inside so we can discuss this?”
Colleen heard the neighbor scoff. “That won’t be necessary. Just tell them that–aaah!”
Vaughn had leaned forward and apparently grasped the other woman by the wrist. She wrenched Mrs. Kenway into the house, flinging the nosy neighbor through the threshold and closing the door in one smooth motion.
Mrs. Kenway came into view with a bewildered look on her face while struggling to stay upright in the abrupt motions she had been forced to make. She looked just as Colleen thought she would. Severe bun, impeccably applied makeup, and wearing nice clothes. A silk blouse and a long skirt with hose and comfortable looking winter heels on her feet.
Of course, that all started to get ruined once as Goon #1 got his hands on her. There was just enough time for Mrs. Kenway’s eyes widened at the sight of several bound and gagged young women before the goon wrapped one firm arm over her chest and limbs and clamped a hand tight over her mouth. Then he effortlessly lifted her as high into the air as his back would allow.
That was when Professor Vaughn re-entered the picture. Without missing a beat and before Mrs. Kenway could actually react, she was there with the nearest bondage implement she could reach: a roll of duct tape one of the goons had taken out of the bag and left lying around. In a flash, there was enough of it on her legs to keep her from kicking out too much. Kenway had been too surprised to make real use of her lower extremities before they were taken away from her. Vaughn kept on wrapping until her lower legs were covered in the stuff.
By then the second goon was there too, and the three of them soon had their newest capture bent over the couch between Trinity and Dani while they bound up her arms and chest with more of the silver tape before prying her mouth open, stuffing more packing material in it, and wrapping tape around her mouth and head too.
When they were done, Mrs. Kenway was still too shocked and confused to put up much of a fuss. She stared out with wide eyes, head wildly swiveling back and forth to her fellow captives. Colleen returned the look with a flat stare. This couldn't have happened to a nicer person.
“Well then,” declared one of the goons. “Now that we have one more slut to sell–”
“Mmmph!?!”
“That’s right Mrs. Kenway,” Vaughn smirked. “He said sell. And he called you a slut because you’re a sex slave now.”
“MMMMMMPPPH?! Mmughp mm—MMMMMPH!”
Mrs. Kenway’s budding explosion had been interrupted by a sharp slap to the cheek from Goon #2.
“As I was saying,” said Goon #1. “We’ve got four good products right here. And if this is Mrs. Kenway, she might have a husband to come looking for her. I say we bail. Now. We can always grab more at another local place if we want.”
“Sounds like a plan,” said Vaughn. “But I feel we should try and do something to punish not only my escapee, but these two–” she gestured at Sarah and Trinity “–for trying to warn our visitor. Don’t you think?”
The goon shrugged. “I’ll tell you what. We’ll move them last, and you can have them in the time it takes us to do that. Deal?”
Vaughn smiled like a hungry wolf, a chorus of muffled cries sounding out around her. “Perfect.”