"Durghap! Durghap! Said Brandy, as if she could throw her voice through the microwave connection and get help. B.G ignored it all. He could always crank the stereo to drown out noise, but thought he better cut off as much disagreement as he could before it started. He dug around and came up with a white leather contraption shaped like a hockey mask with an inch strap with a roller buckle and a black rubber piece that fit atop Teena�s tongue. He cinched the mouth portion and chinstrap tight so she couldn�t spit it out, then grabbed the rubber tubing that led from the mouthpiece to a squeeze ball. He pumped it twice, and figured it expanded the black rubber inside her mouth.

"Is the phone working?"

"Burmmp murfgagle," said Brandy as B.G gave a slight tug on one of her nipple rings. He let go and looked at Teena. Her breathing was uneven, because of the gag, but it was strong. He worried that the drug might have put her under too deep, he wanted her awake so that could begin their relationship. The rain thudded atop the Hummsine.

Kristen wiped raindrops from her eyes. "Let�s take them down, then get Teena�s ass over here. We got to have the baggage before we can start the trip."

Like Goliath trying to raise the stone of Samson, the table chair legs struggled with the bulk of Brian. He rose quickly in the kitchen of Shirly�s trailer when Sabine kicked in the door. She came in first followed by Kristen. They had already shot the Kroll security guard with a round from a Bigot 45 dart gun. Brian threw a chair at them, then charged.

Shirley and Carmen had been sharing a doobie when Sabine smacked the door open. They watched the blonde and dark-haired women rush inside, one holding what looked like a high-tech space gun.

Sabine blocked the chair away and blasted Brian with the Foster-Miller net gun she had carried in the guitar case. He thrashed on the floor pulling at the four strand nylon fiber netting. Kristen fired a dart into him.

Shirley tossed a glass of wine on Sabine then picked up a cell phone. Carmen screamed. Kristen kicked the phone out of Shirley�s hand. Shirley grabbed up a wine bottle by its neck.

They didn�t chance using darts on her, the wrong dose would kill. They weren�t that concerned about the security guys they had put down, it was in their job description to take a bullet. Shirly had to be in good shape when they lifted her, or why bother.
"Put that down before you get hurt," said Sabine.
"What the fuck is this, get the fuck out of here," said Shirley. She drew back with the bottle.

Brian ceased thrashing on the floor and went comatose. Sabine laid the net gun aside and stepped toward Shirley. She swung an overhand right with the bottle. Sabine blocked her wrist with a chopping backhanded left and brought her right forearm under Shirley�s right upper arm and grabbed her wrist. She leaned forward and pushed back on the hand holding the bottle, pulling Shirley�s elbow toward her. Sabine cranked her arm until Shirley dropped the bottle. She took her down to the floor rolling her on her face. She lifted Shirley�s left foot and bent her knee. Sabine put her left foot over the back of Shirly�s left knee, putting Shirley�s shoe against her stomach. She sat on her and kept her in the figure four-leg lever while reaching forward and grabbing Shirly�s pony tail.

"Arrug what the shit is this?"
"It�s a kidnapping. Put both your hands back here or I�ll twist your head off."
Shirley did and Kristen fettered her wrists with a pair of Hiatt cuffs.
"Sit back down," said Sabine to Carmen. She did.

"You fucking cunts are dead when this is over, you hear meulphmm!" Shirley made mooing sounds as the weight from a foam covered steel ball body slammed her tongue. Sabine flipped Shirley�s ponytail forward, and then Micro foam surgical tape was wrapped six times around her head to keep her gurgling with the ball.

Sabine stepped out of the leg lock and took off Shirley�s shoes and socks. Kristen tossed her the thumbcuffs, which fit over the singer�s big toes. Shirley kicked her legs in the air while Kristen and Sabine stood over her.
"What about her?"
"What about you, you feel like messing with us?"
"I don�t know what this is all about. I�m not screwing with you. What do you want from me?" said Carmen.

They wanted her to strip down, which she did. Off came the Bruno Magli sandals, the Burgundy colored leggings, the ribbed knit workshirt, the Anna demi bra with the matching high cut brief. Naked, she looked fit enough to do a guest shot on her old TV show.
"Face down on the floor." Using the laces from Shirley�s shoes, Kristen tied Carmen�s thumbs together, then worked her brown toes together and did a quick loop and knot job to keep them joined. Her briefs were wadded and crammed in her mouth, her bra tied around her head to hold them in. She got five wraps of tape to keep it all together.
"You want to unfold the harness while I try and get Teena on the phone?"