Less than a minute later, Wade appeared, beaming from ear to ear. "Look what I found in the glove compartment," he said, holding out a thick roll of adhesive tape. Then he noticed that Diane was already awake, and was struggling violently beneath Ed.

"Well, whaddya know!" exclaimed Ed, chuckling as Wade came over to the bed. "The guy we stole the car from was good enough to leave a first-aid kit. God damn!"

Ed was a strong man; it was very easy for him to pin Diane's arms back and hold them tightly while Wade wound several feet of the clothesline tightly around her wrists. Her hands secured, they pulled her legs back and bound the ankles tightly together, only a few inches from her wrists. She struggled desperately, her ass wriggling. She was straining so violently that the whole bed shook. Ed was forced to keep her face buried in the pillow. Her squeals were loud and strong, even though they were muffled.

"The tape," grunted Ed. "Before the other broad gets up! Quick! I dunno if we can handle two of these jumpin' cunts!"

Wade pulled off several long strips of adhesive. Clamping his hand over Diane's mouth, Ed turned her over and lifted her head. Wade stretched the tape firmly over her mouth and cheeks and smiled at the fierce expression on her face. "God damn!" he chuckled. "It's a damn good thing we tied ya up. You'd probably wanna tear us apart!"

"Come off it," grumbled Ed impatiently. He got up and picked up the clothesline. "Let's get the other one and get the fuck outa here!"

Karen was still sleeping soundly. Since she had been lying on her back, it was very easy for the men to gag her, rope her ankles together, flip her over, and tie her just as they had Diane. They had no sooner tied her wrists together and brought back her ankles when she awoke, gasping fiercely and jerking on the bed.