Emma wants to kidnap her friend

"You know," you say to Emma in a hushed tone, "if we want to enjoy her more often we'll have to have her come over to our place more often." She smiles. "What if she just stayed at our home?"

You have never seen this side of your girlfriend. And your cock has never been stiffer. You would have another round with Isabella if you weren't afraid of her waking up again. "Let's get to work then," you nod.

Emma begins grabbing Isabella's things from around the house while you focus on getting her into your bedroom. Along the way, you stop by the garage and grab two things: a roll of duct tape and a wet rag. While dragging Isabella's body up to the bedroom, you feel her begin to stir once again. You quickly drop her onto the ground, knocking the wind out of her. While she fights for her breath, you throw her onto her stomach and quickly use the duct tape to bind her arms behind her back. You flip her over onto her back and she sees you once again. She tries to attack you but she realizes her hands are tied. Her eyes widen as she begins to panic. She mumbles incoherently about "I won't tell anyone, I promise," but you're too far into it now.

You grab the wet rag and shove it into Isabella's mouth, all while her doe-eyes become wider and wider. As you begin to tape her legs together, you whisper, "I'll make sure you don't tell anyone," and she jolts once more.

Now immobilized, you can focus on getting the room ready for her. You begin by clearing out the closet space. You shove her right next to the fancy clothes. In her current state she isn't going anywhere but where you want her to go. Emma finally runs into the bedroom, carrying Isabella's bags of clothes, and smiles at you as she shoves her tongue down your throat. She beams with pride as she shows you an idea of her own ingenuity.

"Hey guys, I woke up late in the night and I was feeling awful so I decided to call an Uber and head back to my place. I hope I'm not missed too much!" The text reads. Emma sent it from Isabella's phone, giving you a cover and giving her an excuse as to why she's left early. Isabella catches a glimpse of her text and sobs. Now she knows nobody will be looking for her.

As you and Emma make your way over to the bed, you wonder what to do with the crying, scared, slutty girl in your closet.