by Van © 2025
		Chapter 2

As it turned out, the air conditioning in the white panel van transporting Holly Warden and Mattie Greene to Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp was inadequate.  Consequently, the bound, gagged, hooded, and involuntarily disheveled young actresses belted into their well-padded seats in the cargo area had begun to glow.  In fact, despite the ventilation "thoughtfully" provided by their captors by unbuttoning their blouses and suit-jackets, pulling them open, and popping their breasts out of their bras, the captives were quite moist.

Being thespians trained in the Method School of Acting Holly and Mattie intellectually and emotionally processed their current shared experience for future reference.  Overheated ingenues glow in a ladylike manner; whereas bound and gagged kidnap victims sweat.  Who knew?

As for their aforementioned captors with the grabby hands, Mattie and Holly had no way of knowing whether or not Jane and Johari were sweating or glowing in their stylish tracksuits.  In the first place, the black spandex hoods covering the actresses' heads prevented them from seeing anything.  In the second place, for all Mattie and Holly knew the gorgeous fair-skinned brunette kidnapper and equally gorgeous dusky-skinned kidnapper of African heritage might very well have unzipped or even removed said tracksuits.  In the third place, their handlers/teachers were in the driver's and front passenger's seats, which meant the AC should be blasting directly on them.  In the fourth place, neither the driver nor the front passenger had commented about the heat.  In fact, neither of the not tape-gagged (with red silicon-rubber mouth-plugs) occupants of the van had uttered a single word since the ride began.

As the journey continued, now and then the passengers/students/kidnap-victims squirmed and tugged on the milky-white plasti-cuffs and cable-ties binding their wrists and thumbs, pinning their wrist-bonds to their waists, binding their knees and ankles, and tethering their ankles to the bases of their chairs.  Mainly they were attempting to shift around for comfort.  Escape was clearly impossible.

Minutes passed... and became something like an hour.  Mattie and Holly continued to sweat.  They had to admit this first exercise or session or lesson (or whatever) certainly had their attention (and would have said so if they were able to converse).  They weren't scared, of course, but it had occurred to both actresses that the difference between what was happening to them and an actual abduction was negligible... as in nonexistent.

Now and then the van sped up and slowed down but they never seemed to be going especially fast, as far as the bound, gagged, and hooded passengers could tell.  Left and right turns happened... as did extended periods of straight travel... but it was a largely sedate (and totally disorienting) trip.  Also, they couldn't hear a lot of traffic noise beyond the walls of the van.

The journey entered its second hot and sweaty hour... by the prisoner's best guesstimates... then the van pulled into what to the bound and gagged passengers sounded like an enclosed space.  They heard a metal door rattle down behind them and the van's engine was turned off.  Apparently, they had arrived at their destination.

The driver's and front passenger's doors opened and slammed, the side door slid open, and the kidnappers/instructors joined their captives/students in the cargo area.  Holly and Mattie's ankle and knee cable-tie-bonds were severed, their seat-belts released, then they were dragged/led from the van.

One of Holly's kidnappers had a firm grip on her left arm and was using it to keep her under control as she awkwardly stumbled down an echoing hallway on her high-heel pumps.  It was arguable that by being bound, gagged, and hooded Holly was already under control, but at least she wasn't bumping into the walls... assuming there were walls.

"Mmmmfh!"

That had been Mattie.  Holly assumed her costar and fellow kidnap victim was also being being led/dragged to... wherever they were going.  Holly was upset by their treatment as well (especially the boob exposure and lack of air conditioning in the back of the van) but had decided to keep her critical remarks to herself until her gag was removed.

There was a pause while a door was opened... then Holly (and she assumed Mattie) were led into the space beyond.  Once there the door closed behind them and three things happened very quickly:

(1)  The black spandex hood was jerked from Holly's head.

(2)  A rope noose was tightened around her neck!

(3)  The noose snapped taut, leaving Holly dancing on her high-heel pumps!!

"Mrrrpfh!"  That was Holly.  She'd found her voice.  A noose merited immediate comment, gag or no gag!  She blinked her eyes, tugged on her bonds, and tossed her tape-gagged head, trying (with limited success) to restore some degree of order to her long, brown, thoroughly tousled hair.

"Mrrrm!"  That was Mattie again.  She was on Holly's immediate left and was also hood-free, still bound and gagged, and sporting a vertical rope noose of her own.  Mattie's long brown hair (with frosted strands) had originally been pinned up in a stylish coif, but now it was more than half undone and arguably as tousled and disordered as Holly's.

Johari, the beautiful dark-skinned handler with the mulberry-red tracksuit was on Mattie's left.  Jane, the fair-skinned beauty in the black-with-white-accents tracksuit was on Holly's immediate right... and standing directly in front of them was a diminutive blonde in her... early 40's?  Whoever she was, she was beautiful, as in gorgeous, as in cute as the proverbial bug, with an athletic and curvaceous figure, tan skin, girlish features, a mischievous (and adorable) smile, and sparkling blue eyes.  Her feet were bare and she was wearing a pair of heather-gray spandex bicycle shorts and a matching sports bra.  Also, she was short... athletic, gorgeous, and petite.

Holly frowned above her gag.  She was increasingly sure she recognized the 40-something-but-gorgeous little blonde.  She was a fellow actress... probably.  Holly remembered seeing her in film roles and at least one hit television series.  She glanced to the side to consult with Mattie... then realized it was still highly problematic for them to compare notes.  She glanced back at the blonde and decided her was name... something beginning with a "B?"  Maybe.  Probably.

Oh-by-the-way, they were currently in a large, brightly lit space with a high ceiling.  Cloister-style windows of frosted and wire-reinforced glass were up near the metal rafters.  The floors, walls and ceiling were smooth concrete, and far overhead a grid of horizontal steel beams supported industrial lighting fixtures and a row of motorized winches running in a metal track, two of which were the sources of the nooses around Holly and Mattie's necks.  Hefty steel doors were set in three of the four walls and against the fourth stood a row of steel cabinets and shelves loaded with plastic bins and cardboard boxes.  They were in a storeroom... or possibly some sort of industrial work space.  All of this was fascinating, of course (on an intellectual level), but at the moment Holly and Mattie were focused on the smiling, gorgeous, and diminutive blond actress standing directly in front of them.

"Good morning," the blonde in question said.  "I'm Becky Bynder.  Welcome to my bondage conditioning program."

Holly blinked and stared at their hostess.  'Bynder!'  I knew her name started with a 'B!'  She then turned her head and blinked at Mattie, who was blinking and staring at Becky Bynder.  I should have looked up 'Becky Bynder' in the IMDb, Holly chided herself.  Too late now.

"You've already signed your contracts, non-disclosure agreements, and all that other pesky paperwork," Becky continued, "so we can proceed."  She nodded at Jane and Johari.  "Ladies."

Grinning in an overtly gloating and arguably villainous manner, Jane pulled Holly's open jacket off her shoulders, followed by her open blouse, then released the clasp of her already pulled-down bra.  The garments were now loose around Holly's waist, lower-arms, bound wrists and her toned, fit, and sweaty upper-body was on full display—especially her breasts—and Jane wasn't through!  The fair-skinned kidnapper unbuttoned and unzipped Holly's skirt, pulled it down her legs, then tugged down her pantyhose and panties!

Holly had wiggled, squirmed, and complained while all of that was happening, of course—"Mrrrm!"—but now, with her skirt, panty-hose, and panties in a tangled mass around her ankles she could no longer kick, not that her previous attempts had been in any way effective.  Jane had easily dodged her feeble efforts to weaponize her high-heel pumps.

Another look to the side confirmed that Johari had perpetrated the same outrage on Mattie!  Both actresses were now effectively naked, as naked as their loose and nearly removed clothes would allow!  Their noose-ropes shook and quivered as they continued to weakly struggle.  Neither captive considered themselves to be in real danger of hanging themselves; however, they certainly weren't going anywhere... which was obviously the point of the neck tethers.

"Now, continuing your simulated abduction," Becky continued, "we'll move on to simulating making you completely helpless and unable to free yourselves... or each other.  Our curriculum is generally tailored to the needs of solitary students, but we have some experience training co-stars who share Damsel-in-Distress roles.  So, by all means, make your attempted escapes a team effort, but we'll ensure it won't do you any good."

Holly gazed at Mattie, who blinked her pretty brown eyes and gazed back.  Holly resolved that she would help Mattie escape as best she could, and she assumed Mattie would be doing the same.  When (if) their gags were removed and they had a chance to chat (in private), Holly resolved to make it a formal pact.

"Now, let's discuss student discipline," Becky continued, then spun on her bare heels and padded to an industrial-style tool cabinet, slid open a drawer, reached inside, and withdrew... what appeared to be a riding crop!  Holly and Mattie's eyes popped even wider above their tape-gags!

"As you've probably already surmised," Becky purred as she padded back to stand before Mattie and Holly (who had her full attention), "our curriculum recognizes that simulated bondage requires simulated resistance in order to maintain the proper frame of mind on the part of the student; however, when your instructors—including myself—decide there's a need to expedite the current lesson plan, simulated coercion is authorized.  That's why you were required to read and initial the relevant portions of your training contracts."

Becky waved the paddle-shaped tip of the crop in front of first Holly's... and then Mattie's tape-gagged faces.  "This is one of our 'electro-crops.'  It's not only a fully functional instrument of flagellation, but when I press this button..."  She indicated a small button set in the top of the handle for their edification.  "It delivers a stinging, unpleasant, but ultimately harmless electric shock."  She waved the crop again and her students followed its tip with their big brown eyes.  "That said, I could zap all four student nipples a dozen times each," Becky purred, "and it wouldn't leave even a mark, but believe me when I say... you wouldn't enjoy it."  Her smile widened.  "Do either of you require a demonstration, or will you cooperate while your instructors rig your first lesson?"

Holly blinked, exchanged a horrified look with Mattie... then nodded her gagged head.  Mattie nodded as well.  Maybe the electro-crop delivered a painful sting, as alleged, or maybe it was just a mild buzz, but neither student felt motivated to find out.

"Very sensible," Becky purred, then nodded to her rigger-assistants.  "Proceed, ladies."

Johari and Jane strolled to the back wall, Jane lifted a medium-gray 30-plus-gallons-capacity plastic tub from a shelf and placed it on a steel shop-cart, Johari placed a smaller gray plastic tub next to it, then wheeled the cart towards the waiting prisoners.  Jane removed the large tub's lid, revealing that it was full to the brim with neatly coiled bundles of thin, white, braided nylon rope, or more properly cord, the kind generally referred to as "parachute cord" or "paracord" for short.

Eyes wide, Holly and Mattie squirmed in place (carefully, because of their noose-tethers), tugged on their plasti-cuffed wrists and cable-tied thumbs, and watched as Jane and Johari each selected a bundle of paracord, released their retaining hitches and coils, shook them out, doubled them, found their centers, quickly, deftly, and professionally prepared them for immediate use.  The semi-naked actors/students were quite overtly terrified (and curious).  Either that or they'd independently decided to take what was being done to them as a dramatic exercise and that it was their role to act as if they were terrified.  Possibly both.

Jane quickly and efficiently looped several turns of doubled cord around Holly's upper-body, above and below her breasts, cinched it tight, then tied a quick-release knot, effectively pinning her upper arms to her torso.  Meanwhile, Johari did the same thing to Mattie.  Next, the grinning instructors produced compact steel clippers and severed the plasti-cuffs and cable-ties binding their students' wrists, thumbs, and waists, freeing their hands.  They then pulled their students' rumpled and loose jackets, blouses, and bras free and dropped them to the floor.

Holly and Mattie were now roughly... 95% naked?  The only things they were "wearing" were the feet of their lowered pantyhose and their stylish/expensive high-heel pumps. Their bonds were reduced to the noose-tethers around their necks, the paracord bands pinning their upper-arms to their sides, and, of course, their tape-gags (with the underlying mouth-stuffing silicon-rubber globs).  That said, they were still helpless... as well as wide-eyed, terrified, (and curious).

Next, Jane and Johari deployed additional coils of paracord and used them to bind Holly and Mattie's lower-thighs together, just above their knees.  They then removed and tossed aside their charges' remaining clothing (skirts, pantyhose, panties, and pumps).  Luckily, or more probably by design, there had been just enough slack in the captives' neck-tethers/nooses to allow for shoe removal.  In any case, Holly and Mattie were now 100% clothing free and shuffling on their bare feet.

Holly used her hands to modestly shield her crotch-area from view, looked at Mattie, and saw that her fellow kidnap-victim/student was doing the same.  It seemed appropriate.  Oh-by-the-way, Holly had already noted that Mattie had a lush but neatly defined triangular pubic patch, similar to her own curly thicket.  Also, Mattie's paracord-framed boobs were pert and pretty (and her nipples semi-erect)... again, similar to Holly's own modest-but-shapely pair... or pairs, plural... boobs and nipples.

Meanwhile, Jane and Johari had gathered their students' clothing—all of their students' clothing—and were stuffing everything into a pair of laundry bags.

Becky padded forwards, still smiling and holding the ominous "electro-crop."

"Your clothes will be laundered or dry-cleaned, as appropriate, and returned at the conclusion of the curriculum," she explained, waving the electro-crop at Holly and Mattie.  "Next, we'll be removing and bagging all of your potential escape aids, meaning your jewelry and hairpins—including all wristwatches, ear-posts, necklaces, wrist and ankle bracelets, rings, navel-posts, toe-rings, labial-piercings, etc., etc."  Her smile broadened as she idly waved the business end of the electro-crop.  "I expect your full cooperation.  After that..."  She used the electro-crop to indicate the gray tub full of coils of white paracord.  Her smile remained disturbingly ominous.  "...my ladies will then proceed with your first bondage exercise."

Naked, tethered by their necks, their mouths efficiently plugged and lips sealed, their arms bound to their sides with white paracord, their hands busy covering their crotches, and their knees tied together with more of the white paracord, Holly and Mattie exchanged wide-eyed looks, then heaved simultaneous sighs.

Becky sighed as well and her dimpled smile widened.  "Sweet Gwendoline I love this job," she whispered to herself.

Naked, tape-gagged, her upper arms bound to her body by a few bands of thin and reasonably tight paracord, her knees similarly tied together, tethered in place by a rope noose around her neck, her hands shielding her neatly trimmed pubic garden and lady bits from public view, and with nothing better to do, Mattie watched as Jane and Johari ganged up on Holly.  Apparently, the smiling kidnappers/handlers/teachers' immediate goal was to encourage (force) Mattie's costar to don the pair of translucent latex gloves they'd produced from the smaller of the two plastic tubs on the cart.

Holly was making it clear that she didn't want any part of it.

Becky Bynder took a barefoot step closer and lightly tapped Holly's right nipple with her electro-crop.

"Mrrr!" Holly yelped and froze rigidly in place, her brown eyes suddenly at maximum width.

Mattie blinked in sympathy.  Apparently (obviously) the mere touch of the electro-crop (while the button on its handle was pressed) was just as "unpleasant" as Becky had warned.

Her chest (and cord-framed boobs) heaving as she panted through flaring nostrils above her taut tape-gag and under big brown eyes, Holly decided she didn't mind being "helped" into a pair of latex gloves after all... and it happened.  Her right hand was first... followed by her left.

Next, Jane held up a small plastic vial.  "Gorilla® Super glue," she explained as she removed its screw-cap.  "You're going to hold up your right hand with your fingers spread wide while I apply glue in between.  Then, you'll form your hand into a fist with your thumb on the outside and against the side of your index finger, like this."  She raised her right hand and formed a fist in demonstration.  "Understand?"

Holly stared at the open vial of glue and blinked.

Becky smiled and gave the tip of the electro-crop an ominous shake.  "Understand?" she reiterated.  "Show us."

Eyes still wide, Holly clenched her latex-clad right hand into a fist in the prescribed manner, then opened it and spread her fingers to maximum width.

Mattie continued watching as Jane carefully ran clear beads of the cyanoacrylate adhesive between Holly's fingers and along her thumb.  (Mattie noted a very faint ketone odor wafting through the air, which was no big surprise.)

"Ready?" Jane purred, grinning at Holly.

Holly nodded.

"On three you will form another fist," Jane continued, "then hold it closed until I tell you otherwise.  One... two... three."

Holly closed her fist with her thumb pressed against the outside, as ordered.

"Good girl," Jane cooed. then repeated the process with Holly's left hand, converting it into a latex-clad and super glue secured permanent fist, like her right.

Next, Johari reached into the small tub, once again, and produced a two-inch wide roll of some sort of clear tape.  While Jane held Holly's right fist steady Johari freed a strip of tape—Riiiiip!—then proceeded to neatly and efficiently mummify the fist in question, making sure all of the stretched and skintight layers of tape overlapped each other by at least fifty-percent.  Not even a sliver of the underlying latex was exposed.  She even rolled up the wristband of Holly's glove and added it to the fist-mummy, leaving Holly's right wrist completely bare and her fist fully, tightly, and neatly shrouded.

"Microscopic beads of a catalyst burst as the tape is stripped from the roll, " Becky whispered in Mattie's ear.  "In two hours the tape layers will have fused into one, more or less."

Mattie blinked and watched as Holly's latex-gloved left hand was transformed into a second tape-mummy... then Jane and Johari turned and smiled at the remaining naked, gagged, and semi-bound student/prisoner in the room.  The one without fist-mummies.

Mattie did not want to have her fingers rendered totally immobilized and useless and her hands converted to plastic-wrapped lumps, but she wanted to have her nipples and/or tits zapped by Becky's electro-crop until she changed her mind even less.  She frowned sadly above her tape-gag and offered no resistance as Jane and Johari converted her hands into fist-mummies.  In fact, she even cooperated.  If she was going to have fist-mummies, and obviously she was, they might as well be impeccably neat fist-mummies, like Holly's.

During the mummification process Becky held the electro-crop at the ready, smiled her arguably wicked dimpled smile, and watched.

Holly watched as well, but she didn't smile, and her tape-gag had nothing to do with it.

Mission accomplished, Johari returned the greatly depleted roll of tape to the small tub.  While that was happening, Holly and Mattie discovered that while they could use their fist-mummies as modesty-shields for their crotch-areas, they weren't as effective as had been their un-mummified hands.  Being able to spread ones fingers to form flippers made a great deal of difference.  Who knew?

Next, Jane and Johari dipped into the large tub of paracord bundles, selected a single generous coil each, and quickly and efficiently prepared them for use.

Approximately an hour later... make that an hour and twelve minutes... maybe... Holly and Mattie were bound and gagged.  In fact, they were very bound and gagged.  Also, the large plastic tub formerly full to the top with neatly coiled bundles of white paracord was now only about half full.

The details of the thespians' bondage predicaments were as follows.

(1.)  Holly and Mattie's arms were behind their backs and bound together at their wrists and elbows (which were more-or-less touching).

(2.)  A harness of cords pinned their upper arms to their torsos, passed above and below their breasts, and yoked their shoulders.

(3.)  Horizontal bands encircled their waists and forearms and dove between their crotches to cleave their hoo-haws and butt-cheeks.

(4.)  Additional bands bound their legs together at their upper thighs, above and below their knees, around their lower legs, and finally, their ankles, feet, and big toes!

An element of redundancy (meaning blatant overkill) was at play.  That is, while single strands of the 550-pound-test-strength paracord would have sufficed to render Holly and Mattie every bit as helpless, Holly and Johari had employed twenty or more doubled strands throughout!  Also, the bindings were all cinched using ten or more doubled strands!  Everything was tight enough to lightly dimple the students' skin, and all of the various elements were linked, ensuring no part of the cord matrices could shift around, no matter how long or how hard they struggled.

Finally, the knots securing the bonds were intricate and compact with their free ends neatly tucked away and hidden among the layers of cord.  Of course, with their students' fingers and hands reduced to fist-mummies, Jane and Johari could have secured their work with a series of pretty bows and the end result would have been just as inescapable.  In any case, no one could accuse the riggers of a lack of due diligence.

Holly and Mattie were no longer standing upright with nooses around their necks but were now lying on their sides on the concrete floor and blinking up at Becky and her two expert assistants.  Apparently, the change from vertical to horizontal had been made to expedite the process of binding the kidnap victims' feet and big toes.

By the way, in terms of multi-strand-redundancy/overkill, the prisoners' toe-bondage was very much the exception to the rule.  Each pair of wiggling "big-piggies" was secured by only two doubled loops (four strands) and one doubled cinch (two strands), but it was more than enough to prevent them from escaping... meaning the big-piggies or their owners.

Holly and Mattie weakly squirmed in their incredible bonds, shook their tape-gagged heads in vain attempts to free their tousled brown hair from their faces, and stared (blinked) up at the smiling instructors/tormentors and their boss.

Becky, Jane, and Johari were, in turn, smiling down at their students/prisoners.  In fact, they were gloating like crazy, and who could blame them?  That said, Becky showed remarkable restraint (so to speak) by keeping her required and expected villainous monologue blessedly brief.

"Well done, ladies," Becky purred, shifting her smile to Jane and Johari.  "You make me proud."  She then indicated Holly and Mattie with a graceful flip of her right wrist.  "Put them away."

Jane stooped and lifted Holly onto her right shoulder, face down in a fireman's carry with her bound feet to the front and her tape-gagged head to the rear.  Holly's brown hair immediately settled into a tangled curtain across her face and around head, but she was able to see that Johari had done the same with Mattie, meaning had lifted her fellow captive/student onto her shoulder.  Then, with Becky in the lead and Jane and Johari following side-by-side with their respective burdens, they left what Holly had decided to informally dub the... "Binding Chamber?"

They entered a spartan hallway.  The floor, ceiling and walls were all more of the same smooth concrete lit by overhead industrial fixtures and/or the occasional cloister window of frosted and wire-reinforced glass set up near the ceiling.

The students' tangled-hair-curtains made it difficult to process their surroundings in any detail, but every door they passed appeared to be gray-painted steel with heavy-duty hinges and L-shaped door-handles sporting hefty-looking locks.  There might be small signs above the doors, but from their hair-obstructed and face-down perches the prisoners couldn't really see them, much less read them.
 
The bouncing journey continued.  Becky, her assistants, and their students/burdens made a couple of turns... passed door after door... then halted at one of the portals, apparently chosen at random.

By the way, Holly noted that Jane was very strong, even though she wasn't even remotely built like a weightlifter.  She did have firm and well-defined muscles and was athletic (and curvaceous), but she wasn't a free-weight enthusiast with bulging muscles by any stretch of the imagination.  Go figure.  Also, she was steadying Holly on her shoulder by placing her right palm against Holly's left butt-cheek.  It was... disturbing?  In any case, Holly could just as well do without the overly familiar contact.

Anyway, Becky unlocked the gray steel door, opened it, then stepped to the side to allow Jane and Johari to carry their cord-bundled cargos across the threshold and into the approximately twenty-by-twenty-foot space beyond.

It was more smooth concrete.  A couple of compact industrial-style lighting cans were recessed into the ceiling and protected by heavy-duty steel grids.  The only furnishings, if you could call them that, were a pair of twin-size mattresses resting on the floor, one to the right and the other to the left.  They had natural canvas mattress-covers but no sheets or blankets.  There were, however, a pair of canvas-covered pillows, one for each "bed."

And oh-by-the-way, there were also a pair of heavy steel collars, one resting on each pillow, and they were connected by approximately ten feet of stout steel chain to steel padeyes embedded in the nearest walls.

Holly and Mattie managed to take all of this in as they were more-or-less gently deposited on the beds, Holly on the left and Mattie on the right.  Then, their handlers lifted the collars and snapped them around their necks!  Obviously, the snap meant the collars were now locked!  Their chains rattled as they squirmed and wiggled on the smooth canvas envelopes covering the mattresses.

It was ridiculous!  It was absurd!  They were helpless a thousand times over!  They'd already been tied up with ridiculous thoroughness, effectively tape-gagged (with mouth-filling, tongue-trapping, and bite-protecting mouth-plugs), and now they were chained by their necks to the walls of a concrete cell?  This was just... nuts!

Holly and Mattie continued writhing and rolling on their mattresses and in the process rattling their chains.  Apparently they'd independently arrived at the conclusion that their "simulated kidnappings" should come to an abrupt and immediate end!  Their "escape attempts" couldn't be classified as vigorous or energetic (thanks to the numerous and restrictive nature of their paracord bonds) but their dissatisfaction was quite obviously completely heartfelt.

Becky, Jane, and Johari stood near the doorway, hands on hips, and watched as their students/victims squirmed and rolled on their mattresses.  They were gloating.  Holly and Mattie could tell they were gloating.  It wasn't fair!

"Well," Becky said (gloated), "we'll let you settle into your dorm room and continue your first bondage exercise."  She then turned to her Assistants.  "Lunch?"

Jane shrugged.  "I could eat."  She turned to Johari.  "It's your turn to make the sandwiches if I recall correctly."

Johari shrugged back.  "Whatever."

And with that snappy repartee all three Nefarious Kidnappers and Sadistic Bondage Freaks turned and padded from the "dorm room," closing and locking the steel door behind them.  Thud!  Click!

Holly and Mattie blinked and stared at the featureless interior side of the gray steel portal for several seconds... having nothing better to do.

"Mrrrpfh?" Mattie inquired.

"Mrrrmf." Holly responded.  It was her only logical reply.