It was late at night, when Clarice was woken from a sound slumber by a commotion from the house next door. With a groan, the 38-year old woman rolled over in bed to look at the digital clock on the night stand. "3:30" glowed back at her in red digits bright in the otherwise dark bedroom.
"Those bitches..." Clarice swore, under her breath. It wasn't the first time the group of coeds living in the house next to hers had woken the young woman. Not a week went by, it seemed, the younger girls threw a party, inviting dozens of students over, blaring music long into the wee hours of the morning. More often than not, Clarice awoke to find the place trashed, garbage and hung over teens spread across the front lawn, spilling onto her own property.
Well, not tonight. Clarice threw back the covers and rose from the bed. She was going to give those rowdy girls a piece of her mind! She angrily threw a red dressing robe on over her knee-length white night dress and put on a pair of slippers before stomping out the front door and into the night.
The coed's house was, surprisingly dark. No flashing lights, no pounding music, no half-drunk guests spilling out of the doors talking loudly. Clarice wondered for a brief moment if she'd imagined things, when there was another loud crash from the house, like someone had knocked over a chair or a table.
"What the hell are they doing, crashing around in the dark like that?" Clarice thought to herself, walking over. "People are trying to sleep!"
"Hey!" She called out, ringing the doorbell a couple of times. She also pounded on the door with her knuckles a couple times for good measure. For a minute, no one answered the door. Clarice rang the bell and knocked again, to let them know she wasn't going to go away easily.
After a few more minutes, Clarice heard the door knob rattle. The door began to open. She stepped forward, preparing to unleash a tirade on the unlucky girl on the other side. As it opened all the way, she stopped, shock silencing her angry speech. Instead of the happy-go-lucky coed she'd expected to see, the person answering the door was a tall, burly man, half-shrouded in the darkness of the house. A dark, cloth jacket and a ski mask obscured his features, save a cruel pair of eyes that glinted down at the startled women with the light from a close street lamp. The light also reflected off the polished barrel of the pistol held in one of his large, gloved hands. It was pointed straight at Clarice.
Before the woman could react, the strange intruder surged forward out of the doorway. His free hand shot out, seizing Clarice by the arm. She tugged, fruitlessly against the tight grip crushing her wrist as she was dragged forward by her captor, through the open door into the darkened entry hall beyond.
As the door slammed shut behind her, Clarice could make out, in the dim light, evidence of a break in in progress; computers, DVD players, game consoles and other high end electronics, jewelry boxes and heaps of designer clothes, all taken from the rooms of the girls who lived here, all piled by the door by the burglars. As Clarice was roughly marched deeper into the house, she saw further evidence of the intruders. Chairs and tables were turned over, a lamp and photographs thrown on the ground and smashed. That must have been what caused the commotion that woke her up and brought her over to the coed's house.
At the end of the hall, Clarice and her captor reached the main living room of the house. The coeds who lived here had been gathered in this room by the intruders. Clarice gave a cry of fright when she saw them. The six girls who lived her, alone with two other girls who must have been staying over for the night when the intruders broke in, lay on the floor, scattered around the room. The young ladies had been stripped naked by their captors. Clarice could see pajamas and nighties and lingerie scattered on the floor underneath the women that had just recently been wearing them. The captives had had their arms taped behind their backs with duct tape, at the wrists and elbows. Their legs were likewise taped at the ankles and above the knees. They were bent up, the tops of the thighs pressed to their bare chests as tape was wound around arms, legs and torso, wrapping the girls into tight balls. They could do little more than wriggle around at their captor's feet and sob helplessly.
The captives had been gagged with several strips of tape across their mouths. From the way their cheeks bulged, and the muffled whimpers that escaped their muzzles, Clarice guessed their mouths had been packed with cloth before being taped shut. Finally, tape was plastered over their eyes, blindfolded the coeds. Hearing Clarice enter the room with her captor, a few of the girls struggled to raise their heads, whimpering miserably at the older woman.
Standing over the captives were three more intruders, dressed like the first, keeping an eye on the helpless girls. One of them turned as the struggling Clarice was dragged in front of them. "I take this is who was at the door?" He asked. Through the holes of ski mask, Clarice could see his eyes running over her figure, sizing her up with a cruel eye.
"Yeah boss. It's the lady from next door. Must've woke her up and she's come to complain about the noise again." The man holding Clarice said with a grin. Her eyes widened with shock. The burglars must have been watching the house for some time, planning this job. They'd seen her complaining to the coeds about one of their wild parties.
"Good. There won't be anyone else over at her house to miss her, so hopefully we won't have any other guests dropping in." The leader of the burglars replied, nodding. Sure enough, they'd scoped out the neighborhood for this job. "Joe and I will pop over to her house, see if she's got anything worth taking." Clarice gave a groan as he and the man he'd indicated started towards the front door. Just before they left, the leader turned his head back over his shoulder. "While we're gone, get her stripped and taped up with the rest of the ladies..."
Clarice struggled, protesting feebly as the men jumped to obey their boss's order. The man holding the frightened woman kept a tight grip on her as his partner stepped forward and untied the sash of her rope. It was yanked off her arms and tossed aside. Her nightdress was ripped open and allowed to fall to the floor around her trembling feet. Clarice's cheeks flushed bright red with shame. Underneath it, all she had on was a pair of white cotton panties. This was immediately torn off by the burglar, leaving her completely naked.
By this time, they'd gotten tired of their captive's frightened begging. Balling the ruined underwear up in one hand, he grabbed Clarice by her hair with his free hand. She yelped in pain as he yanked hard, jerking her head back. Her scream was abruptly cut off as the wadded panties were stuffed in her mouth. Clarice sputtered, gagging on the mass suddenly filling her mouth. She tried to push it out, wretching, but her captor simply pushed it back in, until it touched the back of her throat, filling her mouth completely.
From his jacket pocket, the man took out a roll of tape and tore off a strip. He pressed it tight across her lips, sealing the panties inside. More strips were added to her gag until the lower half of the woman's face was covered by a solid, silver muzzle.
Clarice's captors weren't done with her yet. The weeping woman's arms were wrenched behind her back and her hands taped together at the wrists. She grunted into her gag as another tight band of tape was pulled around her elbows, forcing them close together. The strict pose had the side effort of forcing her to thrust her naked chest forward, her breasts lewdly on display for the two men.
"Well, well. She's got a pretty nice rack on her!" The man binding Clarice said, leering down at her. The helpless woman could only give an indignant grunt of protest as he paused binding her a moment to paw at her bare breasts. The man holding Clarice reached down with his free hand and playfully fondled her bottom. Her face flushed red with shame at the casual handling of her body.
After they'd had their fun, the men forced Clarice to her knees alongside the other captive women. Her legs were taped tightly at the ankles and knees. More taped was wrapped around her bent legs and body, binding her into a tight ball like the coeds. Satisfied she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, the burglars left the women to struggle, helpless, as they resumed looting the house. Clarice heard the front door open and the two men returned from her house. She whimpered, wondering what they'd done to her house...what'd they'd stolen.
She struggled, feebly against the bands of tape holding her captive, but ten minutes of writhing on the ground more than convinced the captive woman neither she nor the other girls would be getting free anytime soon. All they could do was wait for the burglars to finish their work and leave, then find some way to cut their tape bonds or call for help.
Eventually, the burglars brought up a large moving van and began the process of transferring their loot from the front hall to the back of their vehicle. Clarice gave a silent sigh of relief. "Not much longer now..." She thought hopefully. "They'll be gone soon and this will be over..."
Instead of getting in the van and leaving, though, the burglars gathered back in the living room, standing over their captives. The leader looked over the coeds briefly. "Let's get her first." He ordered, pointing to one of the girls. His men bent over and picked her up. The helpless girl squirmed in their grasp, muffled screams of fright escaping her gag as she was carried out of the room. The other captives moaned in horror as they realized this was more than just a robbery. It was a kidnapping!
The kidnappers and their struggling burden disappeared out of the room while one of the men remained behind to keep an eye on the rest of the women, to make sure they wouldn't escape. Not that there was much chance of that. After a few minutes, the three kidnappers returned without the girl. The leader pointed to another captive. As they lifted her up, Clarice and the other girls heard one of the men chuckle to himself. "This one's got a nice body to her..." He said, taking advantage of the opportunity to feel up the body in question. "The buyers are gonna love her! We'll get a good price for her..."
The chorus of frightened moans coming from the captives rose even louder as the coeds realized they were being kidnapped, not for ransom, but to be sold into the black-market slave trade. Unfortunately for them, there was nothing they could do but tremble in terror in their tight bonds and sob brokenly as, one by one, the remaining girls were carried to the waiting van that would take them away to their new lives as sex slaves.
Clarice was shaking with fright. Silently, she prayed for some miracle that would save her from the same fate as the other girls. There was nothing else she could do that would change anything. Soon, she was the only captive left in the house. The slavers returned and stood with their boss, looking down at her. She looked up, eyes wide with terror, tears welling in her eyes as she pleaded through her gag for some mercy.
"What about her?" One of the slavers asked. "The van's pretty full now."
"Yes..." Clarice thought silently, "You've already got a whole van of girls, younger girls, prettier girls. You don't have to take me too..."
Their leader thought for a moment. Clarice briefly hoped she would be left behind, but then he spoke. "I think we'll take her as well. She'll fetch a decent enough price to make it worthwhile selling her. Besides, we can always squeeze one more girl in with the rest. It's not like it matters if they're comfortable or not..."
The man's words hit Clarice like a punch to the gut. She was going to be taken and sold! Numbly, she felt hands lift her up from the ground. As they started to carry her from the room, she recovered enough to fight back against her kidnapping, thrashing about in her captor's grasp, screaming into her gag. It did little good. Helplessly, she was carried out of the house and into the night.
At the waiting van, Clarice was set down in the back on top of two other girls. They grunted into their gags, squirming underneath her. All of the captives were sobbing, brokenly into their gags as they heard the kidnappers close up the back of the van. There was no hope for them anymore. A moment later, the engine revved up and they felt their prison start to move, taking them away...
