Chapter 1 – First of the Set!

I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as the girl pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella.

The rain was getting heavier and I saw my sister point towards the car to offer a ride. We had been in the store, owned by the girl’s parents, several times and she knew us as good customers that, along with the rain, obviously helped her decide to accept the invitation.

We knew from our research that she didn’t drive and when her twin sister Amy was at night school she took the bus home after closing the store. The parents were away in Hong Kong on vacation.

They both ducked against the weather and ran to the car where Karen arranged for Susan to get in the front passenger seat. Closing the door she thanked me and asked how we liked our walking suits. My sister and I were both wearing leather outfits we had bought in their store and they had not been cheap. The tailored leather slacks were matched by hip length belted jackets; mine was light blue and Karen’s pale green.

I reminded them both to do up their seat belts and pulled out of the parking lot. The windows of the five-year-old car were heavily tinted but it didn’t matter since nobody was there to see us leave. I told Susan that I remembered her telling me in the store where she lived and we had to deliver a package nearby so it would not be going out of our way to drop her home.

There was a small strip mall on the way that closed at 6:00 p.m. and, while the stores faced the street, the parking was at the back shielded by the blank face of a hi-rise apartment building. I pulled in and parked then shut off the engine and undid my seat belt before turning to Karen and asking if she had the package ready.

That was the cue and immediately her arms came over each side of the front passenger seat with a 3" wide elastic strap between her hands. It settled under Susan’s breasts and trapped her arms to her sides as Karen snapped the ends together in back of the seat.

As the girl’s mouth opened in surprise I had the leather ball gag out of my pocket and jammed it between her teeth. Karen grabbed a handful of hair to hold her head while I tightened the gag strap and then slipped a blindfold over Susan’s eyes. There must have been Caucasian blood in the family because her eyes did not have the really pronounced Asian almond shape.

Catching her left arm I forced it down between the front seats to give Karen a chance to get the handcuff on; a short chain attached it to the seat leg. Quickly getting out of the car and around to the passenger side I helped Karen snare the right arm, twisted it backwards and held it while she snapped on another cuff attached to the other seat post.

Her legs had no place to go as I got some cord around her ankles, pulled them together and tied it off to the seat bracket. While I was doing that Karen got a dog collar around Susan’s neck. She released the strap around the seat and pushed down on the girl’s back while I ran a cord from the D ring on the collar, under her knees and pulled on it so that between us we forced her head down below the dashboard. I tied off the cord.

A light blanket covered our unwilling passenger. She was ours and the whole thing took less than two minutes.

When we got home fifteen minutes later the garage door closed automatically behind the car and Karen got out to open the front passenger door. Still in my seat I held Susan’s left arm and Karen held her right as we reached around to undo the cuffs. We reconnected her wrists behind her back with a set that had no chain between them, then the neck and ankle cords came off and we undid the lap belt so we could pull her from the car, through into the house, and then into the "playroom".

We tied her in an anchored chair, took off our jackets and gloves, and went to work on her head.