Katlyn awoke. As she did, memories of the attack came rushing back and the young woman screamed in fright. Her cries were muffled, oddly distorted. She realized someone, her abductors doubtlessly, had jammed some sort of round rubber plug into her mouth. Leather straps circled her head with crushing tightness, keeping her from spitting it out. From the way her jaws ached from the strain, she had been wearing the gag for some time.  

As she regained her senses, Katlyn took stock of her situation, fighting against the fear rising within her that threatened to overwhelm her wits. She was lying on the floor of a dark room. The floor was rough, bare concrete, at least where Katlyn was lying. It felt cold against her bare skin. The young woman felt her cheeks flush red with shame as she realized her kidnappers had stripped her completely naked. She whimpered into her gag, wondering what else they might have done with her helpless body while she’d been unconscious.

The captive girl rolled over, struggling to rise, still weak from the drugs that had been used to knock her and her friends out. As she did, Katlyn heard a rattle of chains, loud in the stillness of the room. Her hands were secured behind her back with metal shackles. Her feet were fitted with similar fetters. The young woman could feel a heavy metal collar closed around her neck. A short chain ran from it to an iron ring, fitted to the wall behind her. In front of Katlyn, a few slivers of light slipped around the outline of a door.

“Mmmmm…” Nearby, in the darkness, a young woman moaned softly. The sound of Katlyn’s movement had awoken someone else in the room. She heard the other person begin to stir. From the rattling of chains, she was likely a captive, like Katlyn.

“Mmmppphhh! MMMPPPHHH!!!” The other girl began to panic, finding herself chained up, gagged and naked. Her chains rattled loudly as she struggled in vain to get free.

“Eenn-eeeh-eerr!” Katlyn grunted into her gag, recognizing the other prisoner as her friend. By now, her eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness; she could just make out the form of her friend, lying chained on the floor, a few feet to Katlyn’s right. “iiittsss eeeehh! Aaaatt-iiinnn.” Jennifer seemed to recognize Katlyn’s voice, garbled as it was by the gag. Slowly, the other captive began to calm down from her earlier panic. For a few moments, the two friends attempted to communicate, but the girls’ gags made it almost impossible to understand one another. The chains binding them to the wall were too short to let the two girls get close enough to each other to touch.

Ellen was chained like the other two on the far side of Jennifer. As the two struggled to reach other, squirming on the floor as much as their bonds allowed, she slowly woke up. In contrast to Jennifer’s panic, Ellen’s reaction to her predicament was one of anger. She screamed into her gag, chains rattling loudly, as she struggled furiously against them. She kept her struggles up for almost ten minutes before she finally slumped to the ground, panting for air, exhausted by her exertions.

Just then, the door to the room opened with a loud shriek of unoiled hinges. Katlyn blinked, blinded by the sudden light pouring in from outside the cell. She struggled up into a sitting position as someone stepped into the doorway, silhouetted against the light of the hallway outside. The three girls looked up, Katlyn and Jennifer trembling with fear, Ellen snarling with barely contained rage, as two men entered the room.

One of the men flipped a switch, near the door. Instantly, a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling lit up the small room with its harsh glare. The two men spoke to each other in fast Italian as they stepped forward to examine the three captive girls.

Katlyn whimpered, turning her head away in shame as she saw the men leering down at her. She cringed, raising her knees up against her chest, to try and cover her bare breasts, which seemed to amuse the two men. One of them was very tall and strong looking. The other was older, balding and scarred. Both were dressed casually in jeans and worn shirts, unbuttoned with tank-tops underneath. They moved down the line, looking at the other naked girls. Jennifer hung her head, sobbing quietly, as they ran their eyes over her naked figure. Ellen glared defiantly up at the men, chewing angrily on her gag at her helplessness.

The older man, Katlyn guessed he was in charge, pointed to Ellen and said something in Italian that might have been ‘her’. His companion stepped forward. From inside his pockets, he pulled out a large ring of keys. Ellen tried to kick at the man as he knelt over her, but he simply dodged her awkward kicks with a laugh. Grabbing her, he slid one of the keys into her collar. With a click, the collar popped open and he set it aside.

The young woman squirmed and bucked wildly as he grabbed her slender body and picked her up. He threw the screaming young woman over one shoulder and turned to carry her out of the room. Ellen howled in indignant rage as he placed a hand on her naked ass to steady her, taking advantage of the opportunity to feel her up.

The two men turned and left the room, carrying the struggling Ellen with them. Her two friends whimpered fearfully through their gags as she was dragged out the door, which slammed shut, locking them in again. Katlyn looked over at Jennifer, who was still crying. What were the kidnappers going to do with Ellen? She wondered. What were they going to with them?

Nightmare visions darted through the young woman’s mind, reminding her of every horror movie she’d seen; of young American tourists kidnapped abroad and horrifically tortured and murdered…She shook her head, moaning into her gag. No! That couldn’t be happening! It couldn’t! “They’re just going to ransom us.” Katlyn thought, desperately. “Our parents will pay whatever ransom they have to, we’ll get through this.” Anything else was too horrible to contemplate.

The two prisoners moaned in relief when the door opened again and their kidnappers returned, carrying Ellen with them. She was worn out again, from her struggles, and simply grunted through her gag as she was set back down on the ground and the collar locked around her throat again.

When he’d finished locking Ellen up, the kidnapper turned his attention to Jennifer. The young woman whimpered in fear, realizing she was next. She squirmed, trying to get away from the man, but chained up, she wasn’t going anywhere. She sobbed, helplessly, as she was released from the wall chain and picked up. She hung limply over her captor’s shoulder as he carried her out.

Katlyn groaned in frustration as the door closed again, locking them in. She’d never felt so helpless before in her life. “How could this happen to us?” she thought to herself, miserably. She thought back, through everything since they’d arrived in Rome, wondering what they could have done different, if anything would have changed their present fate. She remembered that morning, getting into the taxi cab, the shortcut that had led to the ambush and their kidnapping. “Son of a bitch!” Katlyn through with a groan, “that bastard was in on it! He set us up!” She shivered in fear. The three of them had been targeted for kidnapping, but why? Why them?

After a few minutes, the kidnappers returned with Jennifer. Katlyn’s eyes went wide, seeing her friend. She’d gone pale; it looked like she was in shock. What had they done to her!?! The young woman didn’t resist as they chained her to the wall again, except to cringe when the man playfully grabbed her large, bare breasts. Then, he turned his attention to Katlyn. She gulped. It was her turn now.

She recoiled back when he grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to lean forward so he could slip the key into the lock of her collar. As he turned it, the lock clicked and the front of the collar popped open. The two halves were hinged at the back. He swung them open and lifted it off Katlyn’s shoulders, setting the open collar on the ground beside his captive. She whimpered as he pocketed the keys and grabbed her, lifting the frightened girl up into the air. She was thrown, roughly, over the man’s shoulder, headfirst.

The man turned to the door, swinging Katlyn around. She looked down at her friends, looking helpless and miserable, sitting in their chains, as she was carried away. She groaned softly as the man ran his hand across her naked butt, then squealed indignantly when he slid his fingers into her sex. The man laughed as she squirmed helplessly in his grasp as he played with her snatch. Katlyn sobbed as her body was casually violated and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She felt completely helpless and ashamed…

Outside the cell, they were in a narrow hallway, with walls of bare stone or concrete, lit by several bare light bulbs. They must have been underground, she guessed. There was another door, further down the hallway. The other kidnapper held it open while the man holding Katlyn carried her through. The room on the other side was small, with bare walls like the cell. There was a wooden table in the center of the room, with several dented metal folding chairs. A number of cardboard boxes were stacked in one corner. There was a tall, metal lamp set up beside the table.

Katlyn was lifted off her kidnapper’s shoulder and stood against one wall, in front of the lamp. The older man adjusted it, so the light shone on her trembling, naked body. He stepped forward, grabbing a digital camera from the table.

“Are they going to take a ransom photo?” The young woman thought. She shuddered at the thought of her mother and father receiving a photo of her like this: naked, hands and feet locked in cruel shackles, a ballgag clenched between her teeth, drool running out of the corners of her mouth, eyes filled with tears. Or Jennifer or Ellen’s parents getting pictures of their daughters helpless prisoners trapped god-knows-where.

As the man stepped forward, Katlyn unconsciously hunched over, trying to hide as much of her naked body as she could. The man shouted a command to his henchman who stepped over to Katlyn. Grabbing the helpless captive, he forced the young woman to stand up straight. Grabbing her arms, he pinched Katlyn’s elbows together. She grunted in pain, but the strain on her arms forced her to thrust her chest forward for the camera.

When she turned her head away in shame as the other man began taking pictures, the other kidnapper grabbed her head by the chin and forced her to look straight at the camera. She sobbed brokenly, watching through tear-filled eyes as he snapped dozens of photos, taking many close ups of her crying face, breasts and pussy. She was forced to turn, so he could take pictures from the side and from the back. She whimpered through her gag as every naked inch of her body was captured by the camera’s gaze.

“If they just want photos for a ransom demand, why do they need to take so many?” Katlyn thought. “Unless they just want the pictures for their own sick enjoyment.” She shuddered, imagining these sick freaks looking at pictures of the three of them, naked and helpless. And there wasn’t anything she could do about it. “I hope the police catch you, bastards!” She thought, moaning into her gag. “All of you are going to jail for the rest of your lives for this!”

Finally, the kidnappers decided they had enough pictures. Katlyn was picked up again and un-ceremonially carried back to the cell like a sack of potatoes, where she was chained up with the others again. The kidnappers left, but the younger man returned a few minutes later, carrying a tray. Sitting on the tray were half a dozen small metal bowls. As he set the bowls in front of the three captives, Katlyn saw half of the bowls held water, the other half some sort of brown mush.

Bending over, the man grabbed one of the straps of Katlyn’s ballgag, tugging the rubber plug out of her mouth. He left it hanging around her neck, over the metal collar. Katlyn worked her jaw, which was sore from the strain of accommodating the large rubber plug for so long. Her friends were also ungagged.

“Fuck you, bastard!” Ellen snarled at the man as soon as she was freed of her gag. The man simply laughed, taunting her in Italian as he stood and left the room.

“Are you two alright?” Katlyn asked, hesitantly. Her voice sounded soft and weak. She glanced at the door, wondering if their captors would stop the girls from talking to each other, but evidently they didn’t care.

“I’m naked, chained up in some kind of dungeon! I’ve been kidnapped, drugged, groped and photographed by these perverts!” Ellen snarled. “Of course I’m not ok!”

“Any idea what they want with us?” Katlyn said, nervously. She turned to Jennifer. “You speak some Italian. Did you understand anything they said? Jenni?”

Jennifer nodded, but it was a moment before she spoke. “In the other room…” she said, her voice quiet. “The two men were talking. I overheard some of it. They probably didn’t realize I could understand what they were saying. The young man asked if they were going to rape the three of us. The older man, he…he said no. He said they didn’t want to spoil the…the merchandise. Then, as they were taking me back to the cell, I overheard the older man talking to another person. In a few days, they’re planning on moving us somewhere else, out of the country…” she shuddered. “…where we’re going to be sold!”

For a few minutes, the three were silent. Katlyn and Ellen stared at Jennifer in mute horror, the meaning of what she’d overheard dawning on them. They had been abducted by white slavers! Katlyn felt a chill run through her at the thought of being sold into a life of sex slavery. Jennifer hung her head and began crying again. Katlyn had to fight back tears as well.

“Like hell! I’m not going to let them sell me, or any of us!” Ellen said, defiantly, though Katlyn could see the fear in Ellen’s eyes behind her bravado.

“How? There’s nothing we can do!” Katlyn said. She shook her hands, rattling the chains as a reminder of their situation.

“I don’t know…” Ellen admitted. She sounded tired, defeated. “But we can’t just give in. All we can do is hope that some kind of chance turns up.” She looked over at the food, a grimace on her face. “We’d better eat; we need to keep our strength up.”

Katlyn turned to her own food. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as the smell wafted up towards her. It looked almost like dog food. Never the less, the smell made the girl’s stomach gurgle. Up until now, fear had distracted her from how hungry she was. The last thing she’d had was a cup of coffee, the morning before their kidnapping, however long ago that had been.

For a moment, Katlyn wondered how they were supposed to eat. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, useless. Did the kidnappers expect their captives to eat the food out of the bowl like a dog as well? With a sigh, she rolled over onto her belly, her shackles rattling, careful to keep the chain at her neck from twisting around her body. She squirmed forward, wriggling her way towards the bowls. She winced as the rough concrete rubbed against the soft, sensitive skin on her breasts and tummy.

When she reached the bowl, hardly believing what she was about to do, Katlyn lowered her head and licked a small amount of the dog food from the pile with her tongue. She wretched at the taste, but forced herself to swallow. Her stomach heaved, but she managed to keep it down. She turned to the other bowl and sipped some of the stale, lukewarm water to get the taste out of her mouth.

Nearby, Ellen had gotten on her belly and was also trying, without much luck, to stomach the horrid food. Jennifer still sat, crying softly. “Jenni, please.” Katlyn said, “You need to eat something. I know it tastes bad, but it’s all we’ve got. Just bear with it for now. We’ll get through this somehow.” Jennifer nodded and got down on her belly. She managed to take a few bites of the stuff.

Katlyn forced herself to eat until half the bowl was gone. The first couple of bites were the worst. After that, she got used to the stuff. She drank her fill of the water, and then washed off her face as best she could with the rest.

As the three finished, the door to their cell opened again and the two younger captors came in. One was carrying several cloth pallets, which he set down beside the three captive women, while the other collected the half-full bowls. He leaned over and pulled the three girls’ gags back into place. Katlyn grunted softly, chewing on the plug as the sharp unpleasant taste of rubber replaced the foul taste of the dog food in her mouth.

The slavers turned. The one with the bowls left the room. The other stood by the door, waiting. Katlyn watched him, wondering what was coming next, when all of a sudden, a sense of exhaustion washed over her. She yawned, finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. Beside her, Jennifer and Ellen were also yawning. “Drugged…the food and water was drugged…” she thought, crawling onto the pallet. She collapsed, suddenly too weak to move. The slaver reached over and switched off the light. He walked out the door and closed it behind him, plunging the captive girls into darkness again…

***

For what seemed like an eternity, Katlyn drifted through a state half-asleep, half awake. At times, it seemed like the dungeon, her bondage, was just a nightmare and pretty soon she would wake up back home, safe and sound. At other times, it seemed like the dungeon was her entire world, she had merely dreamed her life outside of it.

The next few days dragged by, slowly, for the three young women. At times, the girls would be taken out of the cell, for exercise on a treadmill in one of the rooms, or to use the toilet. At first, Katlyn had felt so ashamed, using it while one of the slavers stood guard, but she quickly grew used to it; one more indignity, like being kept naked all the time or the constant groping the slavers subjected their helpless captives to. The cruel men took every chance they got to pinch the girls’ breasts and buttocks or run their hands over their soft curves. Luckily for the girls, their kidnappers didn’t go any further, hoping to keep their captives fresh for the slave market. “silver linings…” Katlyn thought to herself bitterly.

Twice a day, Katlyn guessed, they’d lost all sense of time underground; the girls were fed more of the same, water and dog food, drugged. The drugs kept the girls tired, docile, unable to muster the strength to resist their captors. The second time the slavers brought the food in, the three refused to eat. The men simply took the untouched bowls away. The next time they brought them out, the girls were too hungry and thirsty to refuse. Drugged sleep was preferably to slow starvation. Most of their time was spent lying in a stupor.

On the third day, the three friends were joined by two more captives. The girls were languishing in their chains when the door to the cell opened and the slavers entered. The girls were surprised to see they weren’t alone. The two younger slaves each had a struggling, nude young woman slung over his shoulder. The men set their loads down against the wall to Katlyn’s left.

She could see the frightened captives were a pair of Asian women, in their mid-twenties. The one closest to Katlyn was short, with dark black hair cut short, the woman beside her was taller, with shoulder length hair and bangs. Both were stripped naked and cuffed hand and foot. Ballgags muffled their frightened cries. They stared up at their kidnappers in mute horror as collars were locked around their necks and chained to the wall. With that done the slavers left the cell, locking the girls inside.

The next time the captives were fed and their gags were removed, Katlyn and the others tried to talk to the newcomers but they didn’t have any luck. The two couldn’t understand English and the three friends couldn’t understand their language when they talked to each other, doubtless wondering how they wound up in this situation. Katlyn wondered if they had realized the fate that lay in store for all of them.

Two days later, they were moved out. It was about time for the captives to be fed. Instead, the two younger slavers entered the cell. One of them pulled a dirty cloth out of his pocket, along with a small glass bottle. He opened it and poured a small measure of a colorless liquid onto the folded up cloth. A familiar smell reached Katlyn’s nose and she realized what was coming.

Ellen realized it to. It had been long enough since the last time they were fed. The drugs the girls were given had faded enough, the young woman was able to feebly resist as the slaver leaned over her, cloth in hand. She squirmed in her chains, shaking her head as he reached for her, but she was trapped. The young woman whimpered into her gag as he pressed the drug-soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. Within moments, she was out cold.

The other girls grunted into their gags in despair as Ellen’s limp body was unchained from the wall and taken out of the cell by the two men. Jennifer sobbed, knowing she was next when they returned. She struggled, but was just as quickly rendered unconscious and carried off. Then it was Katlyn’s turn.

She didn’t struggle as the man knelt and pressed the cloth to her face, resigned to what she know would eventually happen whether she liked it or not, but even so, the young woman involuntarily held her breath, knowing what would happen when she finally breathed in. Eventually, though, the need for air outweighed her fear of being knocked out and she sucked in a lungful of air, taking with it the heady fumes of the chloroform. The same feeling of numbness came over her and she fell into unconsciousness…