8 . #3
“Hmmbbb bbmmmm nnbbb!” She cried, but it was no use, he wrapped tape from her wrists up to her elbow, and then stopped.
Then Sean pulled her face out of the other woman’s breasts, but before Disha could cry out, he pressed a length of tape over her mouth and began wrapping.
“Hmmmmpp mmmphh! Mmm!” Disha mumbled as layer after layer was wrapped around her mouth, sealing her lips shut.
Once she was gagged, her grabbed her ankles, crossed them, and then taped them together up to her knees.
“Nnmmph! Ummm ggmm!” She moaned, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stand if she wanted to.
Then Sean stood up, leaving Disha laying on top of the taped up Asian woman, and headed towards the house.
Towards Hena!
“Hnnnnhhh! Hnnnaaahh! Rhhnnn!” Disha cried through the layers of tape keeping her gagged.
***
“Hmmmmph mmmmph!” Hena’s heart stopped when she heard the muffled cries coming from the top of the stairs.
She froze, leaning against the bannister and listening.
“Hmmmmm… mmmmmphh…” The moans continued.
They sounded like they were coming from the top of the stairs. Her nipples went hard against the thin fabric of the barely there bikini and she felt a cold sweat run down her partially naked body.
Turn around, turn around and call the cops. A voice at the back of her head told her.
Not only did she feel ridiculous looking for a kidnapping victim in a bikini that amounted to little more than a string, but she felt exposed, helpless…
“Mmmm… hhmmm…” The moaning continued again.
There was another voice too, it sounded female, but Hena couldn’t figure out what it was saying. Once again, she felt the urge to run, to get Disha and just call the police…
She took a breath and calmed her. Running would only alert Sean, he could move Alanis, or worse.
Hena straightened up and lifted her chin. If Alanis was tied up upstairs, she had to help her.
She took the steps slowly, one at a time, barely breathing as she did. Hena wasn’t sure what to do if there was another woman upstairs, but she would figure it out.
As she got closer to the muffled cries, something about them struck her.
They sounded almost… pleasurable?
She reached the top of the stairs and saw that the sound was coming from a room directly across from her. Hena could see a computer sitting on a desk, and not much else.
“Oh I think she’s enjoying this.” An accented voice said.
Hena let out a sigh of relief and stepped into the room.
It was a home office, with the muffled cries and voice coming from the computer.
Looking at the screen, Hena saw a thin, blond woman with full, perky breasts and a wide, almost hyena like grin spanking another, more muscular and heavily tattooed dark haired woman with giant, obviously fake breasts.
The big breasted, muscular woman had her hands tied and mouth gagged with a big red ball, and was stretched across the smaller blond’s lap.
“Another spank! If you say so!” The small blond said to the camera, and slapped the muscular woman’s already red backside.
Porn! Sean had been watching porn when they arrived, which explained why he had been acting so weird. It confirmed that he was at least a little bit of a perv, but it didn’t make him a kidnapper.
Letting out another sigh of relief, Hena turned to leave the room when she noticed the window overlooking the backyard. Knowing that Disha was out there distracting Sean, Hena leaned forward to check on the other girl’s progress.
Her jaw dropped when she looked out.
There was an Asian woman taped to a beach chair, her bikini top pulled down to expose her full breasts.
She struggled and moaned through the tape wrapped around her mouth, but to no avail.
Flopping around on top of the Asian woman like a fish was Disha, clear tape wrapped around her legs up to her knees, and her arms taped up to her elbows.
Much like the Asian, tape was wrapped around her mouth in several layers.
Sean was nowhere to be seen.
Her heart thudding against her chest and the cold sweat returning, Disha turned to run –
And ran directly into Sean.
She ducked around him, opening her mouth to scream but felt his large, sweaty hand clamp over it.
“Hlllpph!” She cried as she felt his other hand grab the string at the back of her bikini and tug on it.
“Hmmph!” She cried, feeling the thin, skimpy outfit ride up her backside.
“Nnnhhh! Nnnnnhh pfffss!” She pleaded as he carried her out of the room, one hand over her mouth and the other using her swimsuit to wedgie her.
Her hands flailed at him as he pulled her out into the hallway, his grip like a vice.
She dug at his palm, trying to pull it away from her mouth so she could scream for help.
As she tried to pry his hand loose, her fingers brushed the plastic ring at the back of her neck holding the swimsuit together.
“Ummmph!” She cried, getting an idea, and tugged at the ring, feeling the sling bikini fall free from her body.
Sean cried out in alarm as the revealing swimwear slipped out from between Hena’s legs.
Taken off guard, he let go of her mouth.
She didn’t scream, and instead ran forward and down the stairs, her now bare breasts bouncing with each step as she took them two by two.
Hena didn’t care that she was going to run out of this man’s house completely naked, all that she cared about was getting away.
Both of her feet hit the first floor and she booked for the front door without missing a beat. Thankfully, she and Disha had succeeded in disarming Sean enough that he forgot to lock it, and she gripped the handle, tore it open, and threw herself outside.
She forgot there was a step down, and pitched forward as soon as she burst out of the house, pinwheeling her arms in an effort to keep from face-planting on the porch. Hena stopped herself by grabbing onto the pumpkin headed Halloween dummy on the porch swing.
“Uffff!” The dummy replied.
Hena felt her skin raise as she looked at the grinning Jack O’Lantern, and her jaw dropped.
“Hlllp!” The Jack Lantern responded.
Hena stood and backed up, looking down at the decoration in shock and realization, and then reached out, gripped the pumpkin, and lifted.
It came off easily, as Hena realized it wasn’t a real pumpkin but just a hollowed out decoration, and underneath it was Alanis.
“Hmmff!” She pleaded.
It looked as if she layer after layer after layer of cloths tied over her mouth, to the pointe where the gags bulged out well beyond her face, but the multiple layers did their job, effectively silencing Alanis so that she was barely audible.
“Alanis,” Hena began. “Just hold on I’ll-”
“Llhhhfff! Lllkkk!” Alanis’s head nodded to behind Hena.
Before the naked woman could respond, a hand clamped over her mouth again and another around her waist. She cried out and her hands instinctively rose to pry her captor away, causing her to drop the pumpkin back over Alanis’s head.
“Hmmph! Nnnnnoo!” Hena kicked and fought as Sean carried her back inside, spun around, and kicked the door shut behind him.
“Hlllhpph! Hmmmph!” Hena continued to cry.
Sean threw her onto the couch and climbed on top of her, letting go of her mouth to grab her swatting hands.