The door to the iron cage rattled, as Shannon shut it. The time lock clicked loudly as it activated. The cage couldn't be opened until tomorrow morning, now a little less than eight hours away. Inside the cage, Selina was curled up, lying on her knees on the hard concrete floor. Despite this, the cage was still small enough the slim woman could feel four of the six walls of her cage pressing up against her at any given time.

The captive woman was naked, save for the black rubber monoglove holding her arms in crushing bondage behind her back, and the rubber bondage hood covering her head. The hood incorporated a large ballgag, lodged in the former slavers mouth and earplugs.
Across from her, on the other side of the cell, her former partner, Kara, was being locked up the same way by Kelli. The large gold rings piercing her bare nipples shook as she squirmed about, trying to find a comfortable position that didn't exist in the tiny cage.

Lodged within the prisoners' snatches were two large vibrators. Shannon and Kelli had set the toys so they would randomly activate and shut off during the night, never staying on long enough to bring the frustrated captives to climax, keeping them in a state of maddening arousal all through the night.

Selina grunted into her gag as hers started up. Kara, on the other side of the cell, could only wait, mutely, for her torment to begin as well. Meanwhile, the two women's former prisoners, now their mistresses, silently left the cell, locking its sturdy, iron door behind them.

On the other side of the cell door was a small basement, filled with cardboard boxes and shelves of assorted junk. One of these shelves swung silently on oiled hinges, to cover up the cell door, hiding the prison behind it.

The two young women climbed up the basement stairs. The house they'd chosen was a small, plain one, tucked away at the end of a quaint suburban neighborhood. The neighbors were friendly, but not inquisitive. They would never guess the two nice women living at the end of the street had a pair of former white slavers locked up in a dungeon below the house.

Shortly after their escape from the white slaver's dungeons, with three captured slavers in tow, Shannon and Kelli had forced their prisoners to help them gain access to the slavers funds. While Selina and Kara had refused, Terra had complied willingly enough after some light flogging.

With her assistance, the two had no trouble getting access to the white slavers' Swiss bank account. Before the police managed to freeze those assets, the two young women managed to steal nearly $100 million, depositing it safely in several discreet bank accounts. A fitting compensation for the ordeal they'd been through.

Even after buying the house, and building and stocking the basement dungeon, the two had more than enough money to last them a lifetime. For her assistance, they'd let Terra go free, leaving her on the side of the road, au natural, with a half hour head start before the two had left the police an anonymous tip. The former slaver had managed to last nearly a week, until she was captured following a two day standoff with hostages.

Shannon logged onto her computer. "I'm just going to make sure the crates and truck will be here on time." She told Kelli. A couple weeks ago, the two had ordered a pair of bondage crates from SlavesInc.com an internet company specializing in custom bondage supplies. Shannon and Kelli had used them to stock their newly built dungeon.

Shannon nodded. "The crates are waiting at the warehouse. You can pick them up when you get the rental truck. Looks like we're all set to go tomorrow."

Kelli grinned. "Do you think they'll fall for it?" she asked.

"Of course they will." Shannon replied. "They've fallen for all of our other games before."

Kelli giggled. "This is going to be so much fun." She leaned close to her 'best friend' and lightly kissed her on the cheek. Shannon turned, grinning back. She stood up and took the other woman in her arms. A few short minutes later, the two were in the bedroom…

***

Across the street, a man dressed in black, his face covered in a dark ski mask, peered through a night vision scope, watching as Shannon shut the curtains of the bedroom. He grinned, chuckling to himself. From what he knew of the two women, something highly entertaining was no doubt happening behind the thick drapes. "Oh well…Shows over…" he thought to himself, as he began to pack up his gear. He was sure of it now, after months of searching, he'd finally found those two bitches…

Griffin stood up, pulling off his black balaclava, and started walking down the sidewalk. At this late hour, he was the only person on the street in sight. His dour, scarred faced twisted into a grimace as he remembered that evening he and Terra had picked up those two sluts in a Wal-Mart parking lot.

Watching the two frightened coeds sob and squirm in bondage, Griffin had thought it only a matter of time before Selina and Kara broke them, just two more obedient slaves ready to be sold like so many other girls the Griffin and the other slavers had kidnapped over the years. Who would have thought, in less than a week, they would have escaped and brought the police down on the whole operation?

Griffin fumed. They'd had everything! Easy access by the highway to three major cities and countless suburbs, perfect hunting grounds to pick up good slave materials! A spacious dungeon with plenty of room to devote to training the unlucky girls! Most important of all, they'd had a reputation in the international slave markets for reliability!

"That's all gone to hell now…" Griffin muttered to himself. A man out walking his dog edged away as the slaver passed by him on the sidewalk. The slavers hadn't had time to destroy their records before the police had broken in. With the files, and the statements from a dozen or so slavers hoping to make deals, the police had wasted no time scooping up their customers all across the world, rescuing hundreds of slaves.

Even the slave owners who 'd managed to escape the police's notice, going underground for the time being, few of them would even speak to Griffin, much less do business with him at the moment. With funds dwindling and little prospect of work with other slaver groups anytime soon, Griffin's thoughts turned to revenge on the two girls who'd ruined his life so thoroughly…

A couple blocks from Shannon and Kelli's house, Griffin arrived at the one he'd chosen as his base of operations while he planned his revenge on the two. The young woman who lived here was away, on two weeks' vacation, or at least, that's what the neighbors thought…

Jane grunted into her gag as Griffin entered the room. Before leaving to continue his surveillance of Shannon and Kelli's house, the slaver had tied his "hostess" to her bed. The young woman's wrists and ankles were tightly lashed to the bedposts with rope. In the darkness of the room, the bare, white skin of the naked captive almost glowed.

"mmmppphhh!" Jane moaned in terror. Her cheeks bulged beneath the mass of silver tape used to gag her. Griffin had stuffed several pairs of her panties in Jane's mouth to keep her quiet while he was out. More tape covered the helpless woman's eyes, blindfolding her.

She squirmed in her bonds as she felt Griffin climb onto the bed. He grinned…

***

"Come on slaves!" Shannon said. "Get up! We've got a busy day ahead of us!"

Kara groaned into her gag as she crawled out of the cage on her knees. Once out, she awkwardly rose to her feet, limbs stiff after being curled up in the tiny box all night. Shannon removed the now slick vibrator and set it aside. She removed the hood, revealing Kara's sweaty face.

"Good morning, slave!" Shannon said.

"Good morning, mistress." Kara replied softly. She opened her mouth to let Shannon fit a rubber bit gag between her teeth and buckle it on. Removing the monoglove, Shannon locked a pair of padded cuffs onto her captive's hands and feet. A stiff posture collar went around the former slaver's neck.

Clipping a short, chain leash to the collar, Shannon tied it off to the cage bars, to keep Kara secured while she let Selina out of her own cage and shackled her the same way. When both prisoners had been let out of their cages, Shannon grabbed both leashes in one hand and gave them a sharp tug. "Come on, slaves!" she said, cheerfully.

Kelli was in the garage when Shannon appeared, the two slaves in tow. "Everything set, Kelli?" Shannon asked cheerfully. Her friend nodded. She gestured to a pair of wood crates. The two captive women eyed the crates suspiciously, wondering what they were for and not liking the answers that came to mind.

"Now, are you two sure you still want to testify at the trial?" She asked the two former slavers. They both nodded, hurriedly. They hadn't thought it before, but even prison would be better than what their two former captives were putting them through.

Kelli smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. Because this is how you'll be travelling to the court…" She walked over to one of the crates. "We don't want you to running off before the trial. We also don't want any of your former coworkers still at large making sure you don't talk...permanently!" She flipped up a latch on the side, lowering it on hidden hinges to reveal the restraints inside.

"You'll be traveling secretly, in these. No one will know you're in here and you won't be able to get out before we get you to the trial." Her smile turned into an evil grin. "Of course, it's not the most comfortable way to travel, and it's a three day drive."

Shannon playfully pinched Kara on the backside. "Of course, you girls aren't exactly in a position to complain, are you?" She grinned, hearing the gag-muffled moans coming from the former slavers. Tugging sharply on the leash, she marched them across the garage to Kelli and the crates.    

The crates were two of SlaveInc.com's best bondage crates, designed for long term imprisonment. Though from the outside, they looked like normal wooden crates, the padded insides were fitted with restrains that could keep an occupant in inescapable bondage for hours at a time.

They were completely sound proof, once a girl was locked inside, no matter how hard she screamed or struggled, an outsider observer wouldn't hear a thing. Shannon grinned seeing the expressions on their two captive's faces as they saw where they'd be spending the next three days. "Well…" she teased. "Who wants to go first?"

***

A couple blocks away, Griffin was packing up. He'd been lucky enough to walk by and see Kelli getting out of the rented truck parked in front of the house. He'd run back to his base to pack up. This was the opportunity he'd been waiting for! Griffin didn't know why the two were leaving their house. He didn't care. He had a feeling revenge was close at hand!

Jane moaned into her gag. She lay hogtied on the floor, blindfolded and gagged, as Griffin zipped up his duffel bag. Searching through the unfortunate woman's purse, the slaver found the keys to her car.

"Thank you for your hospitality!" Griffin teased his captive. "I'll be heading along now. Some friends of mine will be along later to pick you up…"