The kidnappers had spent a few minutes arguing in the car. The cruel glances they’d cast at her made her feel like a child. Keep your mouth shut, kiddo - the adults are talking.

A silver strip of duct tape was used to make sure she’d stay quiet. It had failed, but it had at least rendered her grunts and gags unintelligible.

“Mmnrgh!”

One of the two kidnappers flashed her a cruel look. Her olive skin showed signs of a little bruising (the result of her kidnapping Emily) and a bandage over her nose (the results from kidnapping Jasmine). Both of them had resisted as best they could, but weapons and threats had forced the two of them into compliance.

The arguing had gone on for several minutes.

“Let’s just stash them in the trunk. We shouldn’t be in these woods tonight. My uncle went missing in these woods. They’re cursed.”

“What, do you think there’s a Bigfoot out here? Shut up and grab the one with the green hair.”

“Boss, we can’t carry them up the hill! Our footprints will be deeper in the mud, and we’ll be easier to see.”

“You clod…” said the woman in charge. “If we walk them up the hill, there will be even more footsteps. If the gendarmes see a whole cloud of tracks then they’ll know we’re hiding in the cabin.”

“Aw, screw you.

“Screw you!”

“No, screw you!”

The arguing had continued all the way up the walk to the cabin. The criminals settled on carrying Jasmine and forcing Emily to walk - which, Emily was fairly sure, was contrary to both of their points. Emily grunted and squirmed the whole way up. Jasmine was passive, quiet, and contemplative. She was trying to get a lay of the land.

The cabin perhaps as big as a car garage, and it might have been one, too - it lacked all the amenities one would normally associate with a cabin in the woods. The umbriferous interior had no working lights at all, and with evening rapidly approaching, Jasmine wondered if they’d be kept bound and gagged in pitch darkness. Soft white-blue light from a laptop screen was the only artificial illumination in the single-room cabin, hooked up by a thick table to a portable battery in the center of the room. Cables went from the laptop computer to a series of small nodes around the cabin’s interior and exterior, forming a crude and portable security suite. Jasmine spied the van that had brought them here driving back to the road and zipping out of view.

When the two women had first been grabbed, Emily had been blindfolded, but Jasmine’s piercing green gaze must have convinced them otherwise - she’d been able to get a good look at all of their faces. There was a middle-aged woman - the boss - two men, and one younger girl no older than Emily.

The two men hauled them into the cabin and plopped Emily down in an old dining chair. Her mistress, Jasmine, was sat down in another. The two chairs in which they sat were up close against a small dining table; two others were empty. All of them smelled of dilapidated wood-rot. Time hadn’t diminished their purpose now as fulcrums to which both women were tightly tied.

Dark rope crossed over Jasmine’s white blouse. The short-sleeved shirt lost a button or two as the kidnappers forcefully wrapped coils of rope around her torso. They started at her waist, cinching tight around her navel and wrapping it roughly around her wrists as well. They wound higher with messy speed, focusing more on keeping her in the chair than any kind of aesthetics. They weren’t being gift-wrapped, after all - they were being held against their will, helpless and hopeless for escape!

The boss removed Jasmine’s gag and grabbed her by the chin.

“You feeling pretty still?”

Jasmine was silent.

“Still feel like a latex domina? Huh?” The kidanpper shook her captive’s head slightly as she shouted. “You’re slime. You’re nothing. Just a dumb slut with a dumber kid following you around. Only thing out buyer says is notable is that you’ve worked for MirageCorp. She’s on the way, you know. Gonna meet us by the road. And you’re going to go away with her.”

Jasmine tried to shake her head out of the boss’s grasp, but the captor was firm. “Look - look at me. Take a good look. I want you to remember my face when you’re being bought and paid for like a product. You’re a cow, and they’re going to treat you like one.” She coursely pushed Jasmine’s head away and snapped her fingers. One of the others came over and removed the strip of tape from her mouth and replaced it by shoving a knotted cleave of cloth between her lips, then wrapping a handkerchief around her mouth to keep it in. One more to cover her from the nose down kept her from getting too noisy, or at least from getting mouthy.

Across the room, Jasmine could see her friend, pet, and fellow victim Emily getting something a bit worse. A heavy harness was locked around her head. It totally covered her from the nose down, with ringlets to allow her to breathe and a small metal nozzle between her lips. One of the goons buckled the harness behind her head, clicking a small padlock in place to secure it. The other attached a tube from an aerosol can and held down the trigger, forcing Emily to squirm and moan the entire time.

“Your girlfriend’s inflatable gag is now filled with some fun rubbery foam. Be good, and we’ll dissolve it. If you’re bad, whoever owns you next might decide she should be permanently gagged. Judging by how lippy she was when we were grabbing you two, I’d vote the latter.” The boss tapped Jasmine on the cheek twice with her hand. “Be good now. We’ve got to go make a deal.”

They left in a hurry, leaving the two women huffing and moaning in their chairs. Jasmine peered at the laptop, tracking them as they walked out of the cabin , down the trail, and back towards the road.

After a few silent minutes to regain her composure, she opened her eyes and took in the room. A plastic tarp lay crumpled in the corner. A few water-damaged books and comics had been thrown atop it - maybe in a vain attempt to keep them dry during some flood many years ago. The care the original owners had placed hadn’t protected them from a decade of the elements. All of the chest-height windows were broken or chipped. A stove in the corner was so rusted and jagged that Jasmine wasn’t sure if it was gas, wood, or if it was maybe actually a file cabinet.

Outside the cabin, birdsong, rustling leaves, and the endless swishing sound of trees made for a pleasant experience. If anyone was going to be kidnapped, mused Jasmine, they might at least spend some time getting ‘away from it all’ in a place like this. She’d heard rumors that some other dominas might pay a service to kidnap and bind them as an alternative to taking vacations. The only sound that wasn’t pleasant and natural was the occasional crinkle of another plastic tarp in the rear of the cabin.

This was most definitely not a vacation, though. Jasmine had contemplated (and fantasized!) about this moment enough times to put her plan into place. Her legs were bound together, but her ankles swayed free. She put them firmly on the floor and scooted the chair back towards the stove. She’d use its old metal edges to cut the ropes, free Emily, and be back in town in time for a late dinner.

Emily grunted something through her firmly packed mouth. Jasmine grunted back.

“Mmmnnfggg…”

“Nnnrggh hrmm-hmmm.”

Emily was a bit more restrained than her mistress, with legs individually bound by thick strips of tape to each leg of the chair. Still, her pink eyes flashed with excitement at Jasmine’s escape attempt.

A few minutes of scooting passed. Jasmine took a moment to catch her breath - not easy in the layered gag over her face. A bead of sweat dripped down from her hair to her head; the purple-green fade of her coif wasn’t going to be easy to conceal once they were out in the forest. She spent a few seconds feeling very carefully against the sharp edges of the oven. Dull metal poked at her arms and back. She’d need to be very careful.

Emily was silent now, letting her mistress work in silence.

In silence.

The birdsong had stopped, though the endless swish of the trees continued. Her eyes flitted back to the laptop screen. The criminals had been standing at the side of the road. They weren’t there anymore.

One of the men was running through the woods. The wireless camera saw him trip, then grab at a tree. Something just outside the angle of the camera grabbed him and dragged him away.

“HHNNNGGH!” shouted Emily.

Jasmine turned her head, straining and stretching her neck to try and get a good view. Close enough, she thought, and started shifting and squirming to cut the ropes on the stove.

A few of the heavy ropes started to fray. She had her shoulders free, though they still tore tightly around her chest and thighs and waist and - well, she had a lot more to cut.

“Mmmf! Mmrrf-hrrm, hrm rrmmm!”

Jasmine wasn’t fluent enough in gagspeak to know what Emily was saying, but she got her meaning. She cut another rope and spent a second staring at the laptop.

That same crook ran back into view, having extricated himself from whatever had dragged him away. Jasmine only stared at the screen for a moment, but did a double-take - he was now completely naked. She resumed working on the ropes.

The younger Emily’s eyes were glued to the screen at unfolding chaos in the forest surrounding them. She was able to get a full view of the younger kidnapper receiving her comeuppance.

It looked like something had arrived at the road, and forced them to scatter into the woods. The younger one ran down the dirt road, freezing midway. A creature had seemingly stepped out of the woods and onto the road. She was tall - nearly two meters - and possessed a ram’s horns to accentuate her height. Small, bat-like and bat-sized wings poked through openings on a leather leotard. She was saying something, but the camera wasn’t picking up audio.

The girlish kidnapper was running down the street, and abruptly stumbled as though she’d been struck by something. The woman-creature was pointing a finger at her. The kidnapper hadn’t been struck… it was her clothes, instead. They had been blown off as if by some incredible gust of wind, leaving her utterly nude as the day she was born.

With her other hand, the hooved creature pointed her index finger at the fleeing criminal. She stumbled again. Emily squinted, craning her gagged head a bit closer to get a better look. The kidnapper’s slim, lithe body had been enclosed from the neck down in a semi-transparent layer of latex. Emily raiesed an eyebrow.

She got her footing and tried to zig-zag, fleeing from the road into the treeline. It didn’t help. Another point, another crackling sound, and a thicker layer of bright pink latex coated her from the nose down. It appeared in an instant, with the camera losing focus slightly during the milliseconds in which it formed on her body. Emily stared in shock as the woman clutched at her face, trying to remove it. The inhuman laughed, a bit - Emily couldn’t hear her, but she could imagine the loud and haughty sounds filling the air with her hearty bravado. Stunned, the buoyant kidnapper fell to her rear and scrambled backwards as the horned woman advanced on her, out of frame.

“HHm-nnnm.”

The heavy gagging didn’t stop Jasmine from hearing Emily call to her. She had just managed to get the gag off of her mouth, and was spitting the wadded up kerchief from her lips.

“Yech. Okay. Ungagged, and I think I got the ropes around my biceps. Emily, are you okay?”

She nodded. “Mmmn-hmm.”

“Good. Listen, just keep an eye on the cameras, all right? Tell me if you see-”

“Gnnnnmmmgf!”

Jasmine gazed at the laptop screen.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The succubus was toying with the two men, and clearly enjoying herself all the while. As for the kidnappers - well, Jasmine imagined they weren’t having quite as much fun. They were halfway up the grassy hill, the midway point between the road and the cabin. And the strange hooved and horned creature was positively ecstatic with her new playthings.

Both of them had been snapped into black rubber outfits, each lined with a scarlet red trim. Their clothes - again, literally blasted from their bodies - lay in tattered piles across the forest floor.

The suit itself looked thick, bulky, and a bit blocky - which fit his muscled form quite well. His arms ended in spherical black rubber ball-mitts strapped in place at the wrist. Several strips of bright red tape wound around his waist and chest, keeping the man’s arms straight against his sides. The otherworldly attacker was saying something to him, speaking just a few inches away from his face. She cupped his head in her hand - a familiar sight to Jasmine.

When he’d squirmed and moaned enough, she kissed his gagged lips, tilted him on his side, and prepared to roll him down the hill. She extended her finger again, and massive strips of black latex appeared along the hillside.

With a strong push, he began rolling, wrapping himself over and over and over in the static, shiny cling of her summoned latex.

When he finished rolling, the succubus walked down the hill and picked him up. He was so smoothly wrapped from neck to toe. He was nothing but a little latex-coated worm now, utterly within her power. Only his eyes were free, and she leaned over to finish the job. He squeaked and squirmed in place as she slowly wrapped the last vestiges of skin away, forming a perfect seal.

Jasmine didn’t much care about the thieves getting in at this point. She worked furiously now, able to get another rope cut. Her legs were free now, and she could stand up if she really needed - but she’d be dragging around an old chair. Just one more to go now…

Emily saw other man dragged away into the forest. The succubus was grinning all the while.

The last of the kidnappers, the dark-featured woman, was running up the door. She made it, but didn’t manage to get it open when the attacker grabbed her by the wrists.

Jasmine stood up, twisting the chair around and straining to cut the last of her bonds. She managed to get totally free of the chair.

The succubus was taking her time with the last woman. She banged at the door once before being grabbed. Emily could see her through the window - her wide eyes as her clothes popped off, her surprise as dark brown latex coated her from the neck down. An oily, slightly squeaky sound was audible through the door as the attacker summoned a thick, dark strip of shiny black tape. She grabbed the kidnappers arms, one in each hand, and tucked them neatly behind the small of her back.

Tape wound its way around her ankles, torso, and thighs. It adhered to her suit quite nicely; perfectly smooth save for the layers between the ever-increasing strips of tape. The woman shoved her captive against the door, needling with with a shrill laugh as she enjoyed the growing warmth of her captive. Her legs disappeared, and soon after her arms. All up to her mouth, which the succubus spent a moment on. She shoved one of the tattered scraps of clothes into her mouth before taping her up, over and over and over! Her mouth and nose and eyes were enclosed over so many shiny layers that the kidnapper was totally and completely anonymous, squirming, mewling, and moaning.

Jasmine cut the last of her ropes. She stood up and ran to Emily. She spun her chair around and started to work on her bonds…

Emily mewled. Her bonds were all metal, thick cuffs locked over leather mitts. Jasmine shook them. There was no way to get her free in time.

A massive thump rattled the door. Then another.

Emily grunted and groaned, arching her back. She was blushing beet red. Jasmine’s eyes met hers as the door opened, falling inward.

Four heavily mummified bodies were gently plopped inside, each of them coated from head to toe. They squirmed on the ground, hot, heavy, helpless - all of them shiny and smooth.

The woman strode in the door. “I’ve got four playmates, which is more than I expected. Well… can I count on having two more?”