Teena was waking up. Her head bobbed and her eyelids raised. She noticed the bottle of Cutty Sark sitting on the shelf of one on the bars in the limo. She heard Brandy going "Hargulm gumph," and looked over at her.

"Hoom? Harmph? Mumph mum mum hargulm berget?"
She was leaning on Bandy, now she shifted up right. She felt like she had spent a night on a hard floor. She stretched.
"Hump? Herg harguff! Hum bomply mummph!"

B.G flinched at the sight of her muscles swelling. She wouldn�t break free would she? Nope there was no way. It was like watching the She Hulk in action. The cable and tape and all that moved and stretched but didn�t snap. Now she looked at him.
"Heum! Brump mudlerm bumm murp," she went on making nonsense until she had to stop and breath through her gag.

B.G moved an inch closer. She jabbed her head in his direction like she was ready to deliver an Atomic Head Butt.
"You�re going to hurt yourself struggling like that."
Teena let loose with more gagged gibberish, to say the least she was unhappy and wished to pull the skin off the fat man before her. B.G didn�t get a bit of it.

The phone rang.

"Hurrg mauhurmph," said Teena.
B.G pumped the gag a few times, it expanded while at the same time Teena�s eyes got rounder.
"If I pump that any more it might spoil your looks, why don�t you just chill out and I�m going to pay a visit in the V.I.P section."
B.G climbed behind the steering wheel and began figuring how to drive the thing. First he turned on the stereo and slipped in a Butt Hole Surfer CD.

"Nupe nupp mumph," said Shirley as the body harness was pulled over her black leather tee shirt.
"We�re going to have to find another ride," said Sabine.
"Let me run and check about Teena, maybe the thing broke down."
"That wouldn�t have screwed up her phone."
"Maybe this storm is doing It."
"I called before it started."
"It was blowing in when you tried it. I�ll run my ass off so it will just take a few minutes. At the least that�s where I can get another one for us," said Kristen.

"Numph mumer agleam," said Shirley as the last belt was buckled on the harness. They had laid it out flat and hoisted her atop it. The whole thing fit her from the neck down like the chaps that cowboys wear on their legs when working a herd. It was used in detention centers for unruly inmates, sometimes they call it the "Green Cadillac" because you just ride in it when they use the handles on the side to haul you off.

Shirly rolled in it while Kristen stepped over her and opened the door. Rain blew in.
"See you in a few minutes."
Sabine turned back to the captives. Brian was out cold in the netting. Shirley was bagged and gagged. Carmen needed further restraint. She was moving too much for Sabine�s peace of mind. She used the leggings Carmen had been wearing to put her in a hog tie.
"You must have got some of this tan outside. How�d you get your feet so tan, I always have a problem with that."
"Burble bumph benxydrl," said Carmen as Sabine pulled her feet closer to her hands and made the hog tie snugger.

Kristen was soaked in seconds. It was a hell of a storm and it sounded like the bands had quit. Instead there was a cacophony of those suffering from dipsomania and those just plain wigged out from three days of partying. Some of the porta Johns were overturned, which didn�t help the sewage stitutaion any. In the distance Kristen saw they were shaking some of the towers the TV cameras were positioned on. Just then one of them tipped, and the camera, pedestal and all fell into the crowd below.

Kristen had zipped down the runway toward the parking lot for the Hummers. Lighting strikes showed on the other side of the fence there were dozens of naked people. She saw a guy, his long hair drenched from the downpour, using a canister of nitrous oxide to club through the crowd. When the darkness returned hundreds of glow sticks thrashed among the crowd.

Coming toward Kristen at a trot were some of the uniformed security people from Kroll, along with a couple of dozen state troopers. They veered right and went over the fence and started to line up, trying to push the crowd back from the fencing and away from the stage. Among the raindrops bottles rose and fell.

Time to cancel this, take a loss on this bag job. Kristen turned back toward the trailers. After jogging a few steps she saw headlights shining, now coming toward her on the runway. She turned to look, it kept coming. She got off to the left side and let it pass. It was the Hummsine they were using. She couldn�t see inside the damm thing, so she ran up to the driver�s side window and smacked it with a hand. It kept moving.

B.G liked the looks of the woman outside the door, but heck he had two babes already. And he was on the way to see Alannis. He kept driving and the gal fell behind. Some more people were coming on this side of the fence but this tank of a car kept moving as more of them banged on the side. He looked back at the passengers. Brandy was goggled- eyed, he took a quick glance at Teena�s thighs, and man did they look solid as she kept fighting to snap the cable and tape.

Sabine heard a siren go off. Cops, time to get out of this mess. What a waste of money and time. She looked at Shirley who gave her a look that said "I�ll chew you up and shit you out." She sent the same message through her gag.
"Urg gegalge jummph butle mumph herulmet!"
"You're quite right." She stepped outside in the rain and the sound of the siren hit her.

B.G was trying to shut it off. It wasn�t a standard siren but what was called a Curdler, part of the security equipment of the Hummer. It was made for riot control, with dissonance so loud it was suppose to curdle the mind of those close. Since the rock concert antendees were used to 120 decibels and more, they weren�t affected. However it was killing Sabine and Kristen.

Sabine saw the Hummsine barrel past the entrance to the V.I.P trailer area. That had better be Teena. What the hell was she doing? She saw Kristen running toward.
"WHAT THE FUCK", she said to Kristen.
"WHAT THE FUCK NOW" she answered. They couldn�t hear.

Sabine pulled Kristen inside the trailer and slammed the door. They still had to scream, but could hear each other.

B.G almost ran into one of the trailers, stopped and jammed the Hummer backwards and got it moving again. The security for the area was off trying to help with the rock riot near the main stage. He saw a tall blonde running toward the car. She pulled her top off to show her breasts. Very nice. She must be a groupie for one of the bands. Maybe she could tell him where Alannis was.

Sabine saw the driver�s door open and some big guy get out. She walked toward him and he smiled and opened his mouth to say something. She chopped him in the throat, he went down and she stepped over him and climbed in the car. She jabbed at buttons until the Curdler was turned off. Then she heard it.
"Murgl phew."
"Numdlle durpen mummph."
"Teena what the hell are you doing back there?"
"Nurge murgle mumph deddile!"
"Shit." Sabine got behind the wheel and drove to Shirley�s trailer.
"Kristen get them the hell out here."
"Where�s Teena?"
"She�s all right. I�ll take her."

Shirley "mummpph" as Sabine picked her up in the canvas bondage bag. Her red ponytail did semaphores as she bleated curses at the blonde who torpedoed her into the Hummsine. Shirley bounced and rolled in back until she ended up next to Teena. They exchanged grummphs. Brandy just mummed.

Kristen carried Carmen out by her hog-tie and she and Sabine loaded her up. Sabine drove while Kristen sat in back and straightened up the gagged and bound quartet.

"Teena you have to pay more attention to what is going on. Just who was strong enough to strip and tie you like that?"
"Murne burgahp mummer falck tupper." Teena rolled her eyes and bobbed her chin, giving every sign she was ready to be untied. Kristen looked out the window.

The crowd had split the ranks of the cops and security and little battles were taking place. Kristen saw a female cop; her shirt ripped off, using a baton to slam the kneecaps of one dude. She whacked another on the side of the head, then went down under a rush of five or six bodies. She saw people weeping and gasping from the effects of pepper spray.

The driveway was clogged with rioters. The kidnappers needed to get out of the concert area and get to the Chevy they would use to drive to the pickup point. A naked guy jumped on the hood. Sabine hit the brakes and he slid off, she drove on.

Shirley was sweaty under the bondage. She couldn�t move anymore, her tongue was stuck to the bottom of her mouth. She lay back and wondered what the fuck was happening.

"Fuck this shit." Sabine started the mini-flame-throwers that were along side the doors, they didn't hear the screams from outside. They drove out of the park.