"Nicole watched as her best friend, Rachel, read through the story Nicole had written. The teenage girl's eyes quickly ran over the lines of text, making their way down the page. A grin crossed Rachel's face. She giggled softly to herself. "The Devil's Devious Den?" she said softly, raising an eyebrow. "You know I'm sure Samantha probably knows a place like that somewhere."

Rachel kept reading. A few minutes later, she handed the story back to Nicole. "I love it!" She said, grinning. "How does it end?" She asked.

Nicole shrugged. "I'm not sure. I haven't written it yet." She grinned. "I've got a few ideas though…"


…The water was up to the two young women's chests now, and it was still rising fast. Nicole glanced across the pit towards Rachel, eyes wide with fear. She wanted to say something to her friend, say goodbye, say anything, really, but the gag covering her mouth silenced her words, which were lost in the loud, rushing water.

The water was now up to the girl's necks. In a few moments, it would cover them completely and they would drown…

All of a sudden, there was again a loud screeching of rusty, unoiled metal. To both girl's relief, the flow of water suddenly ceased. Nicole grunted into her gag as the waster splashed over her head. Standing on her tip toes, Nicole could just barely manage to keep her nose above the water.

Slowly, the water trickled down the small drain at the bottom of the pit. The two captives moaned in relief as the water level descended, now at their shoulders, now down to the waist. In a few minutes, they stood, hanging limply from the ropes holding their hands up over their heads, exhausted and simply relieved to be alive.

"Today's your lucky day, snoops." The head slaver called down from the mouth of the pit. "Not only do you get to live, you two have a chance to travel abroad…one way of course. As it turns out, we've got an order for two slaves in Turkey and the two of you fit the bill perfectly." As she said this, her goons quickly hurried down the stairs to the bottom of the pit.

One of the men pulled out a knife and quickly cut the ropes holding the girl's hands over their heads. The other knelt down and sliced through the ropes binding the girl's feet. He stood up, and roughly seized Nicole's arm. The other grabbed Rachel. "Come on." He growled. The two men manhandled their frightened, shivering captives up the stairs. At the top, they held their captive girls still while their boss stepped forward to examine the prisoners.      

"Oh yes…" the older woman said, reaching forward and feeling Nicole up through the thin, wet fabric of her blouse. "I'm sure Mr. Osman will love you…" Nicole whimpered miserably through her gag. The other woman's touch was rough and businesslike. She hand her fingers across Nicole's body, playing and pinching here and there as if she was checking a piece of meat in the market place. A shiver of fear ran down Nicole's spin. In a way, that was exactly what this evil woman was doing!

"You too, my dear…" the slaver continued, turning her attention to Rachel. "You two girls are going to make one of my richest clients a very happy man…" Rachel grunted angrily into her gag, glaring defiantly back at the older woman. She squirmed, helplessly in her captor's strong grip.

"Yes, you'll both do nicely." The slaver said, turning. "Take them to the shipping room and get them crated up. I want them shipped out with the rest of the girls on the truck before dawn!"

"Yes, boss!" the goons said, nodding. The two girls whimpered in fear as they were dragged away. After a short walk, they found themselves in a large loading dock. A number of wooden packing crates lined one wall. Nearby, two empty crates lay in the middle of the room, waiting for the occupants who would be imprisoned inside.

Another slaver was loading a captive woman into one of the crates. The young, blonde woman had been stripped down to her underwear. Rope circled her arms and legs. A tape gag silenced the girl's frightened sobs as the larger man forced her into the wooden box. Grinning, he picked up the wooden lid and set it on the crate, starting to nail it shut.

"Two more going out, Malarki!" One of the goons said, bringing the stumbling captives to a halt. "Couple snoops we found poking around back. They're both going to Istanbul together."

"Right." The new slaver said. He crossed the room to a shelf, filled with bondage gear. Grabbing a couple coils of rope from the shelf, he tossed it to the other two slavers, adding, "Let's get these ladies ready for their trip…"

Nicole and Rachel grunted helplessly into their gags as they were forced to sit down on the cold, hard concrete floor. Quickly, the slavers stripped off their shoes and began lashing their feet together. The third goon continued passing the other slavers more rope. Within minutes, the two soon-to-be slaves were transformed into neatly trussed up packages, ready to be shipped.

"Ok, let's box these beauties up!" One of the slavers teased, enjoying the miserable groans from the two captives. He turned to the open crate. "Hey, Malarki!" He growled, "You wrote these labels wrong! It's spelled Abu Dhabi! And where the hell is 'Constantinople?"

"Ooop!" The third goon exclaimed, shrugging sheepishly. "My bad. I'm sure the boys in shipping will be able to figure it out." Turning, he grabbed Nicole and lifted the helplessly squirming girl up. A moment later, she was set down in the padded inside of the crate. Rachel was set down beside her. The crate was small enough, the two young women were pressed close together.

They whimpered fearfully, as the lid was put in place, plunging the girls into total darkness. A loud tapping sound filled the crate as the lid was nailed shut, trapping them inside. Faintly, muffled by the wood and padding, Nicole heard someone say, "That's the truck now. Let's get these crates loaded and get them to the airport…" A moment later, the girls squealed as the their world tilted. They were wheeled on a trolley a short distance, onto a truck.

They could hear muffled thuds and grunts as the rest of the crates, each containing a frightened, kidnapped girl, were loaded alongside them. When the slavers finished, the truck door was shut and locked. Suddenly, everything started shaking as the truck roared into life and drove away, carrying it's captive cargo to their fate…


…Nicole grinned, leaning back and looking over what she'd written. Softly humming to herself , she drummed her fingers on the desk top. What should she write next…