As Katlyn reawakened, a wave of disorientation came over her. She whimpered into her gag, waiting for it to subside. She was lying, stretched out, in what was a pitch dark, cramped metal box. It stank of hot metal, grease, oil, sweat and fear. The lid of the box was only a few inches above the young woman’s head, a fact she discovered to her dismay when she tried to raise her head up. Katlyn could feel two of the other captives lying on either side of her, though she couldn’t see who in the darkness and they were still unconscious. The three were pressed close together in the tight confines of the space.

The young woman squirmed, feeling out her bonds. She still had the horrid ballgag jammed in her mouth. Her hands were pulled above her head and cuffed, the chain secured to a ring bolted to the floor of the box. Her feet were also cuffed and secured to a ring at the other end, stretching the young woman’s body out taut. She could feel the other girls were secured the same way as her.

It was stiflingly hot in the box. Katlyn and the other girls were drenched in sweat as they rubbed against each other. It was also deafeningly loud; something mechanical, like an engine, was running not far away. They were moving fast too, the box shook, knocking the girls back and forth into each other. She could faintly hear the sound of wind, over the sound of the engine, whistling past them, though little of it got inside the box. It took Katlyn a moment to work out where they were. She groaned into her gag; they were in a hidden smuggling compartment in the back of a moving truck!

Helplessly, Katlyn wondered how long they’d been driving. She could feel every bump and turn in the road. It felt like they were on a winding highway, driving fast. By now they might be hundreds of miles away from where they’d been abducted. She whimpered, realizing that with every mile they were taken, their chances of being found and rescued dwindled.

They captives suffered inside the hellish compartment for what had to be several hours. After a few minutes, the others began coming to, not that it made much difference. Chained down in the small space, they couldn’t move more than a few centimeters. The noise and their gags prevented the girls from talking or calling for help. Each was left alone with her misery, wondering where they were being taken and what awaited them there.

Finally, the truck came to a final stop. Katlyn heard footsteps on the surface above her and what sounded like boxes being dragged aside. Someone was working a latch and a moment later, the panel above the girls was lifted up and raised out of the way. One of the slavers was standing over them, a cruel grin on his face. The captives simply groaned in relief, simply glad that this hellish ride was over.

Starting with the captive at the far end from Katlyn, he unscrewed the rings holding the handcuff chains of the young woman, one of the two Asian captives. She was lifted up out of the secret compartment and dragged away. Her friend was next. Then it was the turn of the three Americans. Ellen was first. She didn’t fight as they dragged her off, to worn out from her time in the hot box.

Katlyn groaned impatiently. Her body was sore from being stretched out and bounced around with no chance to move for so long. She was ready to be taken out. The slavers obliged. Her hands and feet were freed from the box, though they remained tightly cuffed, and she was lifted up and set down on her feet on the false bottom of the trailer, beside the stacked up boxes that had covered the hatch to the slave hold.

While the slaver turned to free Jennifer, a second man grabbed Katlyn by the chain connecting her shackled wrists. Tugging sharply on them, he led the young woman toward the open back of the trailer. She stumbled forward and nearly fell, but caught her balance at the last minute. Her legs were weak from lying still for so long and she was unused to the limitations of her leg irons. The man paused, grabbing a half full water bottle off the floor of the truck. He reached up and pulled out Katlyn’s gag so she could drink. The young woman gulped the cool water as he raised the bottle to her dry lips. The hold had been hot and she hadn’t had anything to drink in hours. When she’d had her fill, the man popped her ballgag back in and picked her up.

Turning, he handed the squirming girl down to a new man, standing outside the trailer, who set her down on the ground. He was in his late thirties, in workman’s clothes. Another new man was standing beside him, holding Ellen by her cuffed wrists. He grabbed Katlyn’s, keeping her from running away while Jennifer was taken out and given some water. The two men spoke to each other in German. Katlyn didn’t understand what they said, but it was obvious they were talking about the two of them. Her cheeks flushed red with shame as the men leered at her and Ellen.

While they were waiting, Katlyn and Ellen looked around the place they found themselves. They were in a large, rectangular garage, large enough to easily accommodate half a dozen trailer trucks. There were several large doors along one of the long walls to let in vehicles, but all of them were firmly shut at the moment. Besides the truck she and the other captives had arrived in, there were two smaller delivery vans parked nearby.

Walking around the garage were maybe a dozen men, dressed in workers clothes. They spoke a number of languages. She heard German, Italian, and French all being spoken, often in the same breath. As the frightened girls watched, one of the delivery vans was opened up. A false panel in the floor was opened up and a pair of young, teenage girls, who might have been sisters, were pulled out of the van. The girls were stripped naked, their hands and feet were tightly bound with zip-cuffs and they were gagged with silver tape. The slavers cut the ties on their feet and lifted the girls to their feet and marched the sobbing sisters out of the garage through a pair of double doors on the wall opposite the garage doors.

By then, Jennifer had been unloaded from the van. She was led over to the other two girls. “Kommst du!” the slaver holding them said, jerking sharply on the chains in his hands. The three were roughly dragged forward by their shackled hands towards the same doors, stumbling into each other.

On the other side of the doors was a short hallway, leading to another set of double doors. Along either side of the corridor were doors to several small rooms. The three were led to one of them. Inside was a small room, lined with white tiles. A drain was set in the center of the room; on one wall were several coiled hoses, ending in sprayers. Beside them were a couple small cabinets.

Standing in the room were two young women. They were obviously slaves, like Katlyn and her friends. They were naked, save for leather collars around their throats with metal tags marked with numbers. The two were gagged with large plug gags with leather straps that encircled the slaves’ heads, keeping them quiet.

The leader of the slavers who had kidnapped the three was in the room with the two slaves, directing them. As the three kidnapped coeds were led to the center of the room by their handler, he gave the other two women instructions in Italian, to clean the three. Clean them they did; one of the women grabbed one of the sprayers and turned it on the three friends. They squealed into their gags as a jet of ice cold water splashed over their naked bodies. The other woman stepped forward and began to rub soap over their bodies, everywhere, followed by shampoo for their hair. When she finished, the first slave turned on the hose again, spraying off every bit of soap and along with it all of the sweat and grime the three had picked up during their long ordeal in the dungeon and on their journey here.  

Their cleaning wasn’t done yet. One of the girls grabbed a bottle of shaving cream and a razor. One at a time, the three were shaved everywhere from their necks down, so they were baby smooth. Katlyn blushed as the patch of red hair between her legs was shaved away. If it was possible, she felt even more naked than before. They were rinsed off again and dried with a towel. The other slave took out a makeup kit from one of the cabinets. While the first woman combed and brushed the three captives’ hair, she stepped forward and quickly applied a small amount of makeup to their faces.

When they were finished, the two slaves stepped back, heads bowed, as the slaver moved forward. He quickly inspected the three, newly cleaned slaves. Satisfied, he nodded to their handler, who grabbed them again. Their kidnapper followed as they stepped back out into the hallway and to the second pair of doors.

The captive girls grunted through their gags in amazement as they passed through the doors. The room on the other side of them was massive, stretching out in front of them 100 yards, maybe 120, and a third that length wide. It was two stories tall, with an upper floor ringing the room, leaving an opening in the center. Up above, a dozen large skylights let in light. The hall was decorated in a fancy baroque style. The three girls felt deep, soft carpet beneath their bare feet.

Spread out on either side of the hall were stone pillars, about five feet in diameter, spaced every ten yards, running up through the upper floor to the roof. The pillars were fitted with restraints for securing captives to them. Nearly every pillar had at least one naked woman chained up to it, most had two or three helpless captives on display. Katlyn’s mind boggled at the sheer scale of the black market slave trade, laid out before her. There must have been at least a hundred girls for sale, all of them kidnapped for this awful trade.

Walking amongst the pillars were more slavers, dressed in somewhat nicer uniforms, but they were outnumbered by the crowd of buyers, moving around slowly from pillar to pillar, examining the girls up for sale. Most of them were older men, dressed in expensive suits, but here and there, Katlyn saw women in designer dressed looking over the slave girls on display with just as much interest as the men.

The three coeds were led to an empty pillar, about a third of the way down the hall. The girls’ kidnappers were there. Chained to the post beside theirs were the two Asian women. The two looked terrified, unable to believe what was going on around them. Katlyn and her friends had had some warning of what awaited them and even they were horrified by all of this.

At the pillar, the handler forced the three to stand with their backs up against the round stone pole. Their hands were uncuffed and raised above their head where metal shackles were built into the pillar. The ankle fetters were also removed and their feet locked into the built in cuffs. The restraints were spaced far enough apart the girls had no choice but to spread their legs, leaving them completely exposed. The handler adjusted the shackles, raising them until the three were stretched out completely, hanging several inches off the ground.

The girls hung there, helpless and on display as the crowd of buyers passed by them. Katlyn’s face turned red with shame as dozens of strangers eyed her naked body, sizing her up like a piece of meat in a shop window. Most of them also took the chance to feel the three up. The girls whimpered into their gags as hands felt up their breasts, pinched their nipples and rubbed their lips of their sex.

From time to time, one of the buyers would linger to examine of the captives closer. A woman in her late thirties, dressed in a suit stepped forward to examine Ellen. She laughed, sliding a hand between Ellen’s legs, enjoying the younger woman’s muffled squeals as she squirmed against the older woman’s touch.

“Who are you, cutie?” The woman teased. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small booklet, printed on glossy magazine paper. Katlyn flinched, seeing it was a guide to the girls for sale today. The pages were filled with dozens of pictures of women and girls, naked, bound and gagged, beside information about the ‘merchandise’. As the woman flipped through the pages, Katlyn saw her own entry. It had her name and age, the slavers must have grabbed the girls’ purses with their IDs. Several of the photos the kidnappers had taken of her were reprinted on the page in full color. She moaned, seeing her tear filled face, looking out at the reader miserably, beside another showing a close up photograph of her naked body, breasts and sex clearly on display.

“Ellen! That’s a cute name.” The woman said, continuing to tease the helpless girl. “Says here you just graduated college. Well, those were four years wasted, eh? Not much use for those classes now that you’re a slave!”

Eventually, the woman decided not to buy Ellen right then. A few minutes later, an older, very fat man in a wrinkled jacket stopped to look at the three. Katlyn cringed as he roughly grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing them like ripe fruit, praying he wouldn’t be the one to purchase her.

As he turned his attention to one of the other captives, she noticed the man was holding a chain leash in one hand. Standing behind him, head bowed, hands locked behind her back, was a tall, slender, dark haired girl, maybe 18 or 19 years old. She was naked, save for her bonds. Katlyn whimpered, seeing the girl’s ears, nose and nipples had been pierced and hung with heavy gold rings. Further down, her cleanly shaved pussy was also pierced with a gold ring. Attached to it was the other end of the leash held in the man’s hand!

The large man seemed most interested in Jennifer. “How much for this beautiful creature?” he said, feeling up the captive girl. “Jennifer sobbed into her gag at the thought of being sold to him. Fortunately, the price their kidnappers asked for was too high for the man. “Never mind. There are plenty of other girls for sale. Don’t worry, slave, I’ll find you a companion before the day is out.” He laughed, tugging sharply on the leash as he left. The poor girl hurried after her owner, to keep from being yanked in a very sensitive place.

Nearby, the younger of the Asian captives was being inspected by a young, somewhat geeky, man dressed casually. She squirmed against the shackles holding her against the pillar as he fondled her. Satisfied, the man spoke to the slavers. He was more successful. They spoke for a few minutes before shaking hands. The young man pulled out a thick roll of cash and peeled off 100 euro bills until he had enough while his purchase was lowered from the pillar. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. She whimpered as her new owner pulled out a leather collar and leash and slid it around her neck. The other woman sobbed into her gag as her friend was led away. A few minutes later, she was bought as well, by a man in a flashy suit who had four other, newly purchased girls trailing after him in a short coffle. New stock for his underground brothel.

Just as she and the other slaves were shuffling past, heads bowed low, on their way to their new home, a man walked up to the pillar where Katlyn and her friends were chained. He looked to be about forty. He had black hair, streaked through with grey, and a sharp, angular face, dressed in a fine black suit. Under better circumstances, Katlyn might have thought he was handsome. Standing behind him was a larger man, much younger, with dark brown skin, obviously a bodyguard, in a black suit and shades. Quickly, he looked over the three young women in turn, examining their bodies, with a look without kindness, but without any great cruelty or lust, like the other buyers.

The man had one of the sales guides as well. He looked over the entries for the three, before turning to them. “Americans? Just out of college, I see.” He said quietly to himself in English with an upper-class British accent. “You might be what I’m looking for.”

“Not bad…” He said as he studied Katlyn, looking her body over, then turned his attention to Jennifer, watching her reaction as he cupped one breast, running his thumb over her perky nipple. “You might do.” Ellen was the last. He smiled, placing a hand underneath her chin, raising her head up to look in her in the face. “Lovely.” He turned to the slavers. “How much?” he asked, his bodyguard translating for him. The slaver spoke a number back. “No, no!” The man said, shaking his head. “How much for all of them? All three of them.” His man translated that into Italian.

Katlyn listened, hopefully, as they haggled. True, she didn’t want to be sold as a slave, but at the moment, what she wanted didn’t seem to count. At the very least, if they were sold together, she might not be separated from her friends. She glanced at the other two girls who looked back, hopeful. They whimpered in relief when the two men nodded and shook hands.

“Harris, take these three to the car and get them ready. I’ll take one more look around and then join you.” The man said.

While he paid the slavers, his bodyguard stepped forward. He grabbed the three and lowered them down as their shackles were opened. One of the slavers working at the market brought him three sets of collars, leashes and handcuffs. He looked at Ellen, who tried to look defiant. “Are you three going to be good girls and obey, or are you going to cause trouble?” He said. His English had a touch of a Caribbean accent. Katlyn and Jennifer nodded. After a moment, Ellen slowly nodded as well, all the resistance going out of her. He grinned. “Good to hear.”

He nodded to Jennifer. “Turn around. Hands behind your back.” Slowly, she obeyed, turning to let him cuff her hands again.  The other two did the same when their turns came. “Maybe if we don’t resist, they’ll go easier on us.” Katlyn thought to herself. She no longer had hope for anything better, just that things might not be as bad as she feared they would be.

The guard collared the three and attached the leashes. Jennifer and Katlyn’s leashes were attached to the back of Katlyn and Ellen’s collars, while the guard grabbed the end of hers. “Come on, slaves.” He said, tugging on it. The three shuffled after the man, wondering what their new owner would be like.

At the far end of the slave market were another set of the doors, the buyer’s entrance. A stairwell led up into a large parking garage. As the girls were led through the concrete structure, they could see other buyers loading their new slaves into their cars to take them home. One man had half a dozen girls, lying hogtied on the floor of his van. Another was lowering a girl, strapped in a tight ball, her legs against her chest, a hood pulled over her head, into the trunk of his car.

Other masters couldn’t wait until they were home to try out their new cars. Katlyn saw one man standing against the side of his car. A naked woman, her hands cuffed behind her back, knelt in front of him, sucking his dick. Not far away, a teenage girl, barely 19, was bent over the trunk of a black sedan. She was sobbing into her gag as a large man was pumping into her, groaning with pleasure.

Katlyn whimpered into her gag as she was dragged past the awful sight by her leash. She thought back to the man who had bought her and her friends. He must have been twice their age. Would he rape them like that? “Stupid question.” She thought to herself, miserably. Of course he was going to rape them. He hadn’t paid thousands of Euros just to have them stand around, looking pretty… “What are we going to do?” Nothing, was the answer, little as she liked it. There was nothing they could do to change this.

Finally, they came to a large, black limousine. The girls were lined up, beside the vehicle. “Kneel.” The man ordered. The three struggled down onto their knees, with their hands cuffed behind their backs. The guard, Harris, pulled out a key and unlocked the vehicle. He reached into the back and pulled out a bottle of water. “Are you girls thirsty?” He asked.

They nodded. The older man opened the bottle and took a long drink from it. He then turned to Ellen and unbuckled her ballgag and gave her some water. Katlyn groaned in relief as the rubber ball slid out of her mouth. “Not too much.” He teased as she gulped the water. “It’s a two hour drive to the airport and Sir Charles won’t be pleased if any of his new slaves should have an accident in the rental limo.” He turned and removed Jennifer’s gag next, so she could drink.

Katlyn’s stomach growled. She hoped they might be given some food. None of them had been fed since the day before and all three were extremely hungry. No such luck. After Jennifer had drunk her fill, Harris set the bottle down inside the Limo. “And now these go back in…” he said, picking the ballgags up again. Katlyn sighed, but opened her mouth so he could pop the rubber ball between her teeth. She groaned, softly as he buckled the strap behind the back of her head, forcing the ball deeper into her mouth, increasing the strain of the gag on her jaws. Beside her, Jennifer and Ellen silently accepted their gags as well.

The young woman hadn’t thought it before, but the horrid gag was becoming the most degrading part of her slavery, even more than being kept naked all the time. That, and the accompanying leers from the men, she could eventually get used to. The constant presence of the rubber plug between her teeth, robbing her of her speech, straining her jaws, making it almost impossible to keep from drooling after a while, was much more difficult to adjust to.

“Now, I gotta put you three to sleep, for the journey. This will go a bit easier if you don’t try and fight it…” Katlyn and the others groaned through their gags miserably, as the man reached into the car and pulled out a folded cloth and a familiar bottle of colorless liquid…

***

Katlyn and the other three didn’t remember much of their journey from the slave market to their new home. Katlyn was dimly aware of being lifted up and lowered into the padded trunk of the limo before she fell into unconsciousness from the drugs. During the confused, troubled sleep that followed, she briefly awoke to find herself inside a padded crate. She squirmed, moaning into her gag as she struggled to stay awake. A second later, the lid of the crate opened up. Someone reached down inside and pressed a cloth to her face again. Everything went fuzzy as she drifted back into drugged slumber.

The next time Katlyn came to, she was lying on soft carpet in a large, spacious room. Sunlight streamed in through two large windows, which looked out over a well-kept green lawn. There was a table, nearby, piled with brightly colored parcels and decorated with colorful streamers. Hanging overhead was a banner which read ‘Congratulations!’

With a groan, the young woman shook her head, clearing the last of the cobwebs from her mind. The sharp pressure of the metal cuffs on her wrists was gone. Replacing it was a softer, though no less tight pressure, some sort of strong, velvet cloth, which bound her wrists together behind her back. Katlyn’s legs had been folded back and strapped together with the same material, a wide ribbon, colored bright red. More ribbon circled her body; one was wrapped around her chest, covering her nipples, though little else. Another was tied around her waist; a third ran from the front of that to the back, passing between Katlyn’s legs. A large red bow was taped to the front where they met.

“Mmmppphhh?” Katlyn groaned as she struggled into a kneeling position. Someone had done her hair up. Another red bow was attached to the back of her head. Beside her, Ellen and Jennifer were also kneeling, already awake. They were bound the same was as Katlyn, though Ellen’s ribbons and bows were blue, while Jennifer’s were emerald green. Their ballgags had been replaced with new ones, of brightly colored rubber that matched the rest of their bonds. Katlyn guessed her gag must have also been switched out, not that the new one was any less effective than the old one at keeping the three girls silent.

The three glanced at each other, in confusion, wondering what was going on. There was a single door, of stained hardwood, in front of the girls. Katlyn could hear, faintly, voices from the other side. It sounded like a large group of people. After a few minutes, the door opened, a crack, and a man, it was Harris, stuck his head through. He glanced over the three quickly, seeing they were all awake and alert. Satisfied, he withdrew, shutting the door.

The sound of voice grew louder. A moment later, the door opened, all the way, and a large group of men, dressed in suits entered the room, talking amongst each other. The men leered down at the three, half naked girls, kneeling bound and gagged. The girls whimpered softly, faces turning red. At the front of the group was the man who had bought them. Standing beside him was a man who might have been his twin, save that he seemed to be about twenty years younger. He had a necktie tied over his eyes as a makeshift blindfold. Underneath it, the young man was grinning. “He must be his son.” Katlyn realized.

“James.” Their owner said to the younger man, smiling. “I just want you to know how proud I am of what you’ve done. You’ve taken your first step into manhood and I think you deserve something special for that.” He reached around and untied his son’s blindfold. The younger man’s eyes widened with glee as he took in the sight of the three young women kneeling at his feet.

“Really?” The son, James, said, grinning. “All three?”

His father nodded, with a shrug. “I saw the three of them, chained together at the slave market and thought they’d make a nice set. According to the men I bought them from, the three are friends, kidnapped a few days ago while on holiday in Rome. They’re about your age. Besides,” he smiled. “I decided to treat you. After all, it’s not every day that a man’s eldest son graduates from college!”

As the man around the two cheered, Katlyn groaned softly. “oh god…” she thought, “We went on a trip as a graduation present…and we wound up becoming someone else’s graduation presents!”