“There it is!” Nakato said as the truck rounded a corner. Ahead of them was a small dock. Anchored there was an old, ramshackle ship. The light smoke rising from its smoke stacks told them the ship was ready to set sail at any moment. The young woman sighed in relief, sitting back in the passenger’s seat of the truck. It was hard to believe they were going to get away with this.

True, Nakato had faith in her team’s skill and they’d certainly put together the best possible plan, but there had still been far too many ways they could have messed things up, too many chances for unexpected complications to derail all their careful planning. Now that it was over, and none of that had happened, she could relax. “Well…not quite over.” She thought to herself. There was just one more thing that needed to be done.

The woman driving the truck pulled up alongside the ship, the end of the trailer opening in front of the large gangplank. As she turned off the truck, Nakato opened her door and got out. “We’re here! Get them ready!” She called out, cheerfully. “Get them ready!” the young woman banged one hand on the side of the trailer. From inside, she could hear the muffled cries of the trailer’s occupants.

The truck’s arrival had not gone unnoticed. As Nakato was unlatching the back of the trailer, she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, a group of men coming down the gangplank. She recognized the man in the lead at once: Omar, the man who had hired them for this job.

“If this was a movie…” Nakato thought, “one of those cheesy American action movies, he would be wearing a robe and a keffiyah.” It would certainly be more appropriate for someone of his profession then the dark western-style business suit he was actually wearing to the young woman’s mind. Omar was short, somewhat pudgy with dark hair and a neatly trimmed black beard. He had on a pair of dark shades. The men following after him were an ill looking lot of Arabs and black Africans, dressed as sailors.

“Well my dear.” Omar said, walking onto the docks. “Were you successful?”

“See for yourself.” Nakato replied. Her team had opened the back of the truck, lowered the ramp and were unloading their captive cargo. The terrified women moaned fearfully, seeing the ship waiting to take them away, but they had no chance to do anything about it. No sooner had their feet touched the dock then they were seized by the sailors and sent marching up the gangplank onto the ship.

Nakato watched the line of chained women stumble up onto the deck and descend into the cargo hold. She turned her attention to Omar. The man had a shrewd business face, but even he found it difficult to hide his glee, watching the parade of beautiful black women march past him onto his ship.

“I counted 36, is that correct?” he asked.

Nakato nodded. “We picked up a few extra, along the way. I guarantee they are all choice pieces of merchandise.”

“Oh I am sure they will be.” Omar said, with a grin. “Now I believe we had a greed your price was to be $3,000 a head, correct?” Both man and woman did the mental calculations. Nakato grinned, to her surprise, so did Omar.

“If you and your associates would follow me…” Omar said, nodding to the other women with Nakato. “Your money is onboard. We also have wine…liquor…hashish if you want, so you can celebrate your success.”

Nakato glanced at her teammates. The others nodded, grinning. They like the idea of celebrating now that their work was done. She turned back to Omar. “Lead the way.” She told him.
“Perfect.” The older man replied. He turned and walked towards the gangplank. Nakato and her girls started to follow him up onto the ship.

One of the sailors raised a hand to bar them. “Surrender your weapons before you board the ship, please.” He said. Nakato through for a moment. With a shrug, she pulled out her pistol and handed it over to the man. She nodded to the rest of the women who also handed over their guns.

Omar was waiting for them at the top of the gangplank. He led them to a hatchway, stairs leading down below deck. “My private cabin is this way.” Omar said, walking quickly up a corridor that seemed to run the length of the ship. Both sides were lined with hatches. One of the metal doors was left open. As Nakato and her team walked by, she saw inside the room on the other side.

Several sailors were loading one of the women they had abducted into a metal cage. The metal box was just barely big enough to accommodate the naked figure curled up with her legs tucked underneath her body, pressed against her bare chest. The woman’s arms were behind her back, secured in a tight leather sleeve. A similar sleeve bound her legs Nakato recognized the captive woman as the manager…well former manager of the convention hall. She sobbed, miserably, her whimpers muffled by the gag between her teeth.

A rubber plug, shaped into a large phallus was attached to the front of the cage. Zaire had no choice but to take it deep in her mouth. There were several flexible plastic tubes running from the plug to a small, metal box attached to the outside of the bars of the cage. Several small lights were visible on the box. Only one, a small green light, was lit up at the moment. Nakato wondered what it was for.

“Do you like how we stow our cargo?” Omar said, with a laugh. He nodded to the caged woman. “By the time they reach the slave market, all of our girls will have no trouble taking a master in her mouth. With that, we can give the cargo food or water without having to constantly be taking them in and out of their cages. Though we still uncage them in groups, every few days, to exercise them and give the crew some fun.”

Inside the cage, the young woman moaned angrily as she squirmed inside the confines of her cage, which was about all she could do. The bars shook and rattled as the cage rocked back and forth. A moment later, the box attached to the cage beeped. The green light switched off and a red light flashed on. A second later, Nakato heard a soft hiss coming from the plug inside Zaire’s mouth. After a few seconds, the captive woman’s struggles began to cease. She slumped down in the cage, moaning softly.

“Just one of the security features built into the cages.” Omar explained. “It can monitor the slave’s conditions. If they’re panicking or struggling in the cages too much, it will dose them with a small amount of a sedative gas. Not enough to put them unconscious, of course, that would be too dangerous, but enough to make them docile for a while.”    

One of the sailors lowered a hook on the end of a chain and threaded it through a ring attached to the top of the cage. The other end of the came from a large box fitted to a track running along the ceiling. A remote hung from it, held in another sailor’s hand. He pressed a button and the chain began to retract, lifting the cage and its helpless occupant into the air.

Zaire gave a quiet groan through her gag as the cage swung around. As the sailors wrestled the cage into place, Nakato got a good look at the rear of the cage. Like the front, a pair of rubber plugs were attached to the back of the cage. They were buried deep in the young woman’s holes.

“The plugs will also take care of some of their ‘other needs.’” In the room, one of the sailors flipped a switch on the ends of the plugs. In the cage, Zaire squealed as the phalluses began to vibrate inside of her. Evidently the sedative gas didn’t prevent her from getting the full effect for the penetrators.  

“A little something to make the voyage go by faster.” Omar said, grinning. “They’re programmed to switch on and off, enough to get the cargo excited, but not to let them climax. A week or two in total bondage, being constantly denied orgasm and even the most willful female will be broken and ready for the slave market.” He nodded at Nakato who was watching the proceedings intently.

Two of the sailors wheeled the cage and its moaning occupant down the track out of the room. Another pair of men brought in another, empty cage, broken into four pieces. At the far side of the room a door was opened. Nakato got a glimpse of a room filled with captive women, guarded by several sailors as the next frightened girl was dragged in. She was one of the stewardesses kidnapped from the panel.  

They quickly went to work preparing her for the cage, removing her ballgag and the metal handcuffs. One of the sailors held the struggling girl in place while his partner picked up a pair of shears. Snipping away, he quickly reduced her clothes to tatters. She cried out, indignantly, face turning red as the last bits of cloth were torn from her body, leaving her completely naked. Next, her hands were wrenched behind her back and forced into the tight leather sheath. Another was fitted around her legs and buckled tight. The former stewardess was forced to kneel on the base of the cage and the front piece was put into place. She gagged as the rubber plug was slid inside, filling her mouth completely and pressing against the back of her throat.

Meanwhile, the other slaver was attaching the back of the cage to the base plate. The cage’s occupant whimpered through the gag as the man playfully groped her ass and the lips of her sex. He went to work, fitting the back wall of the cage to the bottom and adjusting the twin penetrators attached to it so they would match her body. The girl squealed as the rubber plugs slid into her holes. The side pieces were attached and adjusted so they pressed against the captive on either side. She sobbed, finding herself unable to move at all anymore. The last thing needed was the top of the cage and she was ready to the stowed away for the voyage.    

Omar ushered his guests onward. They passed by another open hatch. The caged Zaire was there. The sailors positioned her over an open hatch leading down into what Nakato assumed was the ship’s hold. She whimpered as they lowered the cage and her with it down into the hole. From the moans coming up from down below, the hold was already getting full…

“Ah, here we are!” Omar said, at last. They had arrived at the end of the corridor. Through another door, the women entered a large room furnished as a captain’s quarters. There were already half a dozen sailors milling around in the room. At the far side was a long table, covered in fruit and other delectables, as well as a large number of bottles of alcohol. Omar, obviously no pious Muslim, fixed himself a drink. He nodded towards Nakato. “Get yourself something if you’d like, then we can discuss your payment in my office.” He waved his hand towards a small side door. The young woman followed him into an expensive furnished office.

“Please sit down.” Omar said, waving towards a chair. He sat down in another behind the desk. Nakato took the chair opposite. “Sure you won’t have a drink?” he asked.

The young woman shook her head. “Later. Business before pleasure.” She said with a smile.

“Very well. Now, we said $3k a head…” Omar replied. “And you delivered fort- err…thirty six slaves…” The older man grabbed a pocket calculator from the desk. He punched numbers into it quickly. “So your payment would be…$108,000 dollars.”

Nakato nodded, smiling. “I think that is very fair.”

Omar returned the smile. “Alright. Give me a second to get the money out of my safe.” He slid his chair back and bent over. Nakato heard him turning the dial on a safe. There was a metallic clang as he turned the handle and swung the door open. When he straightened up again, though, instead of cash, the man held a silver revolver in his hand.

“What’s the meaning of this!?!” Nakato said in equal parts shock and anger.

“It should be quite obvious.” Omar told her with a cruel smile. “I’m, shall we say, changing the nature of our arrangement. I’ve decided; why should I pay you, when I can save a hundred thousand dollars or more and even make more money selling the six of you?”

“Girls! It’s a trap! Omar’s double-crossed us!” Nakato yelled. Before she’d even finished saying that, Nakato heard a crash from the other room. Several women cried out in surprise. The sounds of scuffling went on for a few seconds more as they were quickly overpowered by Omar’s men.

“I’d advise you not to try anything foolish.” Omar told her. “I’d hate to have to kill a choice piece of merchandise like you. Now, hands up, slowly!”

Trembling with rage, Nakato slowly raised her hands above her head. “You won’t get away with this, bastard!” She recalled that several of the women she had kidnapped, who were now caged up down in the ship’s hold, had told her the same thing. The irony, now that she would be joining that, was hard to bear.

The door opened and a sailor came into the room. Nakato heard the rattle of shackles as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She struggled as he grabbed her wrists, but she couldn’t stop him from twisting her arms behind her back. “Bastards!” She screamed as he tightened the cuffs around her wrists. ‘Rot in hell you Bas-MMMPPPHHH!!!” Her curses were cut off as the sailor stuffed a large ballgag between her teeth. The young woman chewed angrily on the rubber plug, grunting furiously through her gag as the man buckled it on tight.

Omar smiled, standing up from the desk. He walked around it, towards Nakato. Keeping the gun handy, the man reached forward with his other arm and slid it inside the woman’s jacket. Nakato screamed indignantly as he felt up her breasts. The sailors holding her strained to hold her down as she fought against them. “Oh yes, you’ll do nicely.” Omar said. He turned to his men. “Take her and the others to the cargo hold and get them caged up. We’ll be setting sail immediately.”

The young woman struggled against the man holding her as she was dragged, kicking and grunting out of the room. In the main room, Nakato saw the table of refreshments had been knocked over, spilling food and bottles across the floor. The rest of Nakato’s team were kneeling in a row in the center of the room. Like her, they had been shackles and gagged. The women whimpered in fear as they saw their leader captured as well. A line of sailors stood over them, guarding the captives.

“Let’s go!” The sailor holding Nakato ordered. The women moaned through their gags miserably as they were hauled to their feet and dragged out into the corridor. As they stumbled towards the preparation room, they felt the ship begin to move as it slowly pulled away from the dock out to sea…

***

The small port town had no name, officially. It was not found on any map. Never the less, it was infamous, by those who knew such things, as the center for the modern slave trade in the region. Its existence was a carefully guarded secret. Foreigners were not allowed in the city…except those who arrived naked and in chains, of course.

A large crowd had gathered down by the docks as the ship slowly pulled into port. Omar was well known in the city for the quality of his ‘wares’ and rumor had it the infamous slave trader was bringing in a large shipment today.

Omar was standing on the deck of the ship, watching as the ship anchored and the gangplank was lowered. The man was in a good mood. The ship had stopped three more times after Mombasa, to pick up more cargo from some of his regular suppliers and now the hold of his ship was filled to bursting with nubile black cargo for the auction block. Though he had to admit, none of the slaves his regular suppliers had delivered matched those Nakato and her team had provided. “Maybe I was a bit hasty dealing with them.” Omar reflected. “Oh well…too late for that now.”

Below decks, Omar’s men were busy unloading the slaves. The sounds of muffled cries echoed up from below deck. After half an hour, the first slaves began to appear on deck. They were some of the flight stewardesses kidnapped from the convention. The women were naked, save for their restraints. Watching them walk past, Omar noted with a smile the ornate design that had been tattooed on each captive’s pert, naked ass by one of the sailors during the long voyage. For the rest of their lives, the slaves would bear Omar’s brand on their bodies, marking them as one of his wares.

That same talented slaver had also been the one who had pierced the women’s nipples, pussies and noses. Thick gold rings could be seen at the ends of their breasts, and their noses. The slavers had shaved the slaves all over, giving an unimpeded view of the lips of their sexes and the rings piercing their lips down there. The effect, to Omar’s mind, made them look like livestock, branded, ringed, being herded to market. “Which is what they are now.” He thought with a smile. “What price shall I get for them, I wonder…”      

Metal collars had been locked around the women’s necks. The collars had two metal bars extending out to either side, ending in metal cuffs into which the captives’ hands were locked. Metal shackles were locked around their feet. The chains jingled merrily as the frightened women stumbled up onto the deck. Short chains were attached to the front and back of the collars, linking the slaves into a long coffle. Leather-wrapped bit gags completed their bondage.  Sailors walked alongside the coffle, armed with leather floggers, which they used to keep the women moving. Muffled cries of female pain rose up as they started down the gangplank.              
   
Seeing the slaves, a quiet sigh of disappointment went up from some in the crowd. Black slaves were plentiful enough in the slave markets, not like haughty western girls or exotic beauties from the Far East.

But most of the crowd recognized the high quality of the women on display. As the coffle reached the end of the gangplank, the terrified slaves were forced to run a gauntlet of onlookers who weren’t shy about getting a feel for the merchandise, literally. Hands locked, pleas muffled by the bit gags, the women were helpless to stop the hands that roamed over their bodies, groping and pinching. The men in the crowd grinned, satisfied. After today, there would be many lucky men with fine new additions for their harems.

Nakato and her former partners were at the rear of the coffle, chained up like the other women. They moaned in despair as they shuffled through the crowds of pawing, groping onlookers towards the slave market where they would soon be auctioned off to the highest bidder. The nightmare of bondage aboard had done its work, as testified by the now almost faded red lashes on the slaves’ backs from punishments during the voyage. They were ready for their new lives to begin…