Two Girls Vanish · Part 1

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Susan Dubois and Jane Hardy had been flat mates for almost a year. They shared a nice two bedroom apartment at a good address in an inner city suburb. Jane had been there the longest, over eighteen months. But she had found the rent difficult on her own and, since there were two bedrooms, had finally decided to share with another girl like herself to defray costs. After making inquiries and eventually advertising she had met Susan. The two young ladies had got on well right from the beginning and had agreed they should be able to make a success of living together.

Susan's mother, a very well provided for widow, had insisted on seeing the apartment, the locality and then meeting Jane before allowing her only daughter, indeed her only child, to leave home for the first time. She had declared herself satisfied with everything, Susan had moved in and they had been living happily together ever since.

The two girls had several things in common. Both were in there early twenties, both were computer programmers and worked in the nearby City. Both were considered good at their work. Susan was of middle height with a trim figure, shoulder length ash blond hair and a somewhat pretty face. Jane, the older of the two was slightly taller and thinner with a more serious look about her. She had short dark brown hair and was the more practical of the pair.

They had many similar tastes, which was a great help in apartment sharing. Each was reasonably neat and tidy. They both liked the same foods so there were no problems in the kitchen. And they both favoured the same magazines, books and TV programs. This last was important as they only had one TV in the shared lounge room. It was this last which had led to the discovery of a rather unexpected interest in common.

About five months back during an evening at home they had both been watching a very old American crime movie. It was not the best film Hollywood had ever made but there was nothing else on that interested them both. At one point Susan had became openly critical. The villain had captured the heroine and begun to tie her up. Very unconvincingly, it would seem.

"Look at that," Susan had said, unbelievingly, "Those ropes are too loose. And that knot, it won't hold. She could get out of that if she wanted to." By now the rascal was gagging the distressed damsel, using her own handkerchief, which appeared to be far too small. "That won't keep her quiet. It'll fall off the moment she moves her head. Yet I suppose she'll lie coy and helpless on that bed, without making a sound until her boyfriend gets around to rescuing her. He hasn't even tied her ankles. She could walk out of there." Clearly the doings on the screen had not impressed Miss Dubois.

Jane looked at her as she spoke. At first smilingly, but then with aroused interest. Finally she had said, "You sound like quite an authority on bondage. Have you ever been tied up yourself? Or tied anyone else up?"

Susan had paused before answering. By then the girls' friendship and knowledge of each other was such was such they had exchanged several intimacies. Finally she said, "A few of us did at that la-di-da ladies' college I went to. There was an injuries recovery room underneath the sports pavillon we could get into. We'd go there some afternoons when there was no sport and tie each other up with the aisle ropes. Sometimes we'd use the surgical adhesive tape for gags. It was super."

Jane, at the time wondering if she was doing the right thing, had taken a deep breath and then asked, "Would you like to try that again? Here?"

A pause. Susan had turned, smiled and finally said, "Why not?"

And so it began. They tore an old sheet into strips of varying lengths and set to work. They made a gag out of a trimmed piece of sponge rubber with a sash around the middle which was very effective but at the same time not uncomfortable. Jane tied up Susan, Susan tied up Jane. In time they were practising once, sometimes twice, a week.

Eventually they developed scenarios to add spice to their exercises. A favourite one being the lonely old maid spinster, victim of a home invasion who deliberately resists her attacker in order to be subdued, overpowered and bound by him. That is, touched and handled. They liked these little dramas. There was something of the actress in both girls. It was all great fun.

Tonight was a cold mid winter workday evening. They were not expecting any callers so the girls decided to indulge in what had become a favourite pastime in Susan's bedroom. The play-scene chosen was of a tyrannical lady school principal who had bullied and hounded the hapless girls under her control for years. Living alone, she is visited by one of her long suffering students of former years, now a professional cat burglar, who gleefully proceeds to bind and gag her.

As had now become their custom, both girls dressed the part. Susan, as the dragon headmistress, wore a neat dark business suit (her own, which she wore to work occasionally) and had done her fair hair up into a schoolmarm type bun at the back of her head. Jane, her former pupil, now captor, wore track suit pants and a skivvy with a hood which had been pulled over her head for the role.

The play acting proceeded. The bullying headmistress, subdued by the threat of a rubber truncheon her assailant was reputed to be carrying, was forced to stand upright while her onetime student tied her up.

Jane bound her wrists behind her back with a long strip of sheet, and then pushed her arms down straight so that her hands were level with her bottom. Then she tied her three times around the body, above and below the breasts and then around the waist, forcing her limbs flat against her back. Finally she knelt and lashed her above the knees and lastly around the ankles. This last had the effect of making the bound and upright Susan unsteady on her feet and she was lowered into a sitting position on the bed.

All the time the two girls kept up the flow of banter in keeping with the roles the were playing. Jane prided herself on the neatness of her bondage, making sure that the cloth strips were never twisted and overlapped evenly. Susan was beginning to look like a neat, if partially wrapped mummy. The last touch was to be a gag pushed into the schoolmistress tyrant's mouth. Jane was just holding this to her lips and then….

The front doorbell rang.

Both girls were taken by surprise. "Who on earth can that be?," asked Jane. "We're not expecting anyone."

Susan commented that there had been two Mormon missionaries in the area all day. "Someone must have let them into the building," she said.

"Well, we're not buying anything. I'll send them on their way." Jane walked quickly out of the room, closing the door behind her. She moved across the lounge to the front door and flung it open.

Instead of neat, dark suited evangelists she was surprised to see a man and a woman waiting outside. The male, tall, lean, thin faced, wearing a leather coat and a cloth cap. The woman, somewhat shorter, slim and obviously fit, an oval face with straight pinned back fair hair. She wore a grey overcoat, buttoned up against the cold, a woollen cap and had a large satchel slung over one shoulder. Both wore dark glasses and leather gloves. They also seemed surprised to see Jane.

The woman spoke. "You're Jane aren't you? Well, we're here to see Miss Susan Dubois. Where is she?"

Jane, knowing the state Susan was in, was flustered. "She's not in. Er, well, she's here, but she's indisposed. She's, ah, not available." She thought wildly of saying 'she's tied up at the moment' but thought that would be inappropriate.

The woman, clearly the spokesperson, looked quickly at the man and then said, "We have to see her. Can we come in?"

"Er, no you can't," Jane by now had decided she had better keep these two outside the apartment. There was something about them that made her uneasy. "Why don't you wait out here in the hallway? I'll see her and send her out. When she's, er, ready."

The two exchanged another quick look. The woman snapped, "You're stalling for some reason Jane and we're not buying it. We're coming in anyway."

And without further ado the two walked into the apartment, closing the door behind them. Before Jane could cry out the woman clamped a gloved hand over her mouth and the man slipped behind her and pinioned her arms. She was quietly told she was going to be tied up and gagged and if she tried to scream or struggle she would be knocked unconscious. A prepared gag was taken from the shoulder satchel, thrust into her mouth and knotted at the back of her neck. The man took a length of cord from the same place and expertly tied her wrists behind her back.

Jane, helpless and by now becoming frightened, she sensed these two were professional and probably dangerous people. She was also dimly aware that this was coincidently, more or less the same scenario she had acted out with Susan only twenty minutes before.

"There," said the woman, patting Jane's gagged mouth just as her companion was finishing tying her hands, "Our interest is with Susan, Jane. Not you. We thought you'd be away on a course. Now, simply by being here, you've become our business as well." If Jane had not been gagged she could have told them the advanced computer course she was to have attended this week had been cancelled at short notice. She wondered what the woman meant by 'our business.' Her captor turned to her partner, "You finish tying her arms. I'll find Ms Dubois. Whom she doesn't seem to want us to see." With that she turned and walked toward the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom she looked at the bound Susan, sitting on the bed and stopped in surprise. "Well, well," she exclaimed, "Just look at you. Really Susan, the things you girls get up to." She turned and called through the door to her companion, "Just come and have a look at this."

The man, who had already begun to tie Jane's upper arms, pushed her across the lounge and into the bedroom. "Well indeed," he smiled on sighting Susan, "This saves us some trouble. Very thoughtful of you ladies." He went to the bed and looked closely at her bindings. "And very professional I might add."

Susan was getting over the shock of the sudden arrival of the newcomers and of seeing her flat mate bound and gagged. "Who are you?" she asked falteringly, "Is this a robbery?"

The woman laughed. "Not a robbery. We're taking you two on a journey. We'd only planned on removing you Susan. But since Jane is here as well, she can come along with you for company." She picked up the girls' own gag from the bed where Jane had put it down to go and answer the door. "Now we'll just get on with the work you ladies have so obligingly started for us."

"What! What do you mean?" shrieked Susan, "Is this a kidnapping? You can't…. Mmfff." Anything further she had to say was cut short as the woman thrust their own gag into her mouth and tied it firmly. And from there the pair began to tie the two girls securely. The man continued to bind Jane's arms, using strips of sheet from their own box of bondage materials. The woman knelt and untied Susan's ankle and leg bindings. This done, she lifted the unwilling girl off the bed and on to her feet. The two now stood with their arms tightly bound and very effectively gagged beside the bed.

"Well now ladies," smiled the woman, "You're almost ready to travel. But first a few touches to make you presentable. Not that we expect to meet many people on the way." She took a roll of flesh coloured surgical tape out of the satchel and cut off two long lengths. Handing one to the man the pair taped their captives' faces from ear to ear, effectively covering the gags already in their mouths. "There," she said, "So much better if it's not obvious you're gagged." Clearly she enjoyed her work. "And perhaps a couple of happier expressions." By this she meant getting a lipstick out of the satchel and, while the man held each girl's head steady, outlined a pair of smiling lips on their taped faces.

Finally the man took out a hooded rain cape from their bag and draped it over Susan. It covered her upper body to the knees, concealing the fact her arms were securely bound. Meanwhile the woman had a quick look in her wardrobe and found a long raincoat. This was fitted over Jane's shoulders and the two top buttons done up. The two girls now looked as if they were about to set out on a threatening winter night, and had dressed suitably for it. It was not at all obvious at first glance that both were bound and gagged.

"Excellent," pronounced the woman, "Now let's get moving." But the girls, though not able to speak, looked at each other. By mutual, if unspoken agreement agreement they had decided they were not going anywhere with these two. They both stood motionless with feet firmly planted and unmoving.

"Oh, a little stubbornness is it? Well we've thought of that." The woman rummaged in their satchel, produced a small case from which she extracted two prepared injection needles. "We planned to use these later but we'll do it now." The man held each girl firmly while she quickly and expertly injected each in the base of the neck. Clearly she had had some training in this.

It was a powerful anesthetic which began to take effect almost at once. Both girls began to feel drowsy, their minds became numb. Though still vaguely conscious, they gradually lost control over their actions and were ready to move, zombie like in whichever direction they were impelled. T

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