“Alright, girls…” Gwyn said, walking into the living room. “What movie are we going to watch tonight?” She glanced over at her two housemates, sitting on the old, comfortable couch in front of the TV. It was Wednesday evening, and since the three of them all had either classes or work the next morning, an evening out was out of the question. A night spent at home, watching a movie together wasn’t especially exciting, but it would be fun…not to mention a lot cheaper then hitting the clubs…

“I wanna watch something romantic.” Laura said. She was still dressed for her classes, earlier that afternoon: a light pink blouse over a knee-length blue skirt, decorated with flowers. Her long, wavy hair was kept back with a black hair band. The education-major was of average height, with probably a few more pounds then she’d have liked, but the young woman wore them well and she had a cute, girlish face.

“I’m in the mood for a comedy.” Elizabeth said a moment later. She had changed out of her school clothes, into something more comfortable for a night in. The short, thin coed had on a tank-top and a pair of bike shorts. The loose exercise clothes still showed off her hot, athletic body. Her light brown hair was cropped short, giving her a tomboyish look.

“Rom-Com it is!” Gwyn said, with a grin. She walked over to the cabinet holding their collection of DVDs and scanned the labels. Occasionally, she’d call out a title and her friends would answer yes or no. The young woman was tall, with long arms and legs. She had on a t-shirt and jeans. She’d kicked off her sneakers and was barefoot.

Finally, both Laura and Elizabeth said yes to one of the movies Gwyn suggested. Gwyn popped the disc into the player. She walked over to join the other girls on the couch as Elizabeth grabbed the remote and started the movie. They’d just gotten past the opening credits when the door bell rang.

“Who could be out there this late?” Elizabeth asked. It was a few minutes past seven o’clock. At this time of year, that meant the sun had set over an hour ago. It was quite dark outside.

“Probably one of the neighbors.” Laura replied. She got up from the couch. “I’ll see who it is. Why don’t you girls make some popcorn while I’m gone.” She called back over her shoulder as she headed to the front door.

“Fine.” Gwyn said, getting up. “But don’t take too long…”

“Hell-Mmmppphhh!!!” Laura began as she opened the front door. Her greeting was cut off as a man with a ski mask pulled over his head, forced his way in. He pressed a gloved hand over the startled woman’s mouth, cutting off her scream. Her eyes widened in terror as he pressed a gun into her gut.

“Don’t try and resist.” The man growled. “Just keep calm and I won’t have to hurt you. Got it?” Whimpering in fear, Laura quickly nodded her head. The intruder released his hand from her mouth. The young woman choked back a sob as the man roughly grabbed her and spun her around. “Get moving!” He barked, pushing her forward. She stumbled forward, feeling his pistol poking her back.

“Who was at the-Oh my God! Laura!!!” Gwyn cried out in shock from the door of the kitchen as Laurawas marched into the living room at gunpoint. The bowl of popcorn in Gwyn’s hands hit the ground, spilling kernels everywhere as she dropped it in shock. On the couch, nearby, Elizabeth turned, her eyes widening in fright as she saw what was the commotion.

“Alright, ladies…” the man growled. “This is a robbery. Don’t struggle and don’t try and call for help. Now, you two!” He waved his gun towards the other two women. “Go to that side of the room and stand, facing the wall with your hands crossed behind your backs. Quickly, or your friend will get it!” Laurasobbed as he pressed the gun against her side.

“Let her go, you bastard!” Gwyn shouted defiantly.

“Please Gwyn,” Elizabeth told her friend, “Let’s just do what he says. He might hurt Laura.” Gwyn glared at the man, but reluctantly crossed the room. She stood beside Elizabeth, facing the wall.

The man let go of his grip on Laura. “Go over and join your friends.” He ordered her. The scared girl ran over to where her roommates were standing. As she took her spot, beside Gwyn, the three friends exchanged frightened looks. They couldn’t believe what was happening. What had been a nice evening at home had, in less then a minute turned into a nightmare!

The intruder walked over, keeping his gun trained on the three women. “None of you turn around. I want each of you to keep your noses pressed against the wall until I say otherwise.” He ordered.

“Why don’t you just leave us be!” Gwyn told him. “You can take whatever you want! You don’t need to tie us up!”

Ignoring her, the man tucked his pistol into his jeans. From his back pocket, he pulled out half a dozen plastic zip-ties. Going down the line, he quickly looped one around each girl’s wrists. They winced as he pulled them tight, the hard plastic digging into their skin. “Bastard!” Gwyn swore as he bound her. The other two whimpered quietly in fear. Crouching down, he did the same with their feet.

From another pocket, the intruder next produced a roll of duct tape and a pocket knife. With a loud rip, he pulled a long strip of it from the roll and cut it off. Turning Laura around, he pressed the tape over her lips. “Please…” Elizabeth begged as he cut another roll but she was gagged next. Gwyn glared defiantly up at her captor as her mouth was taped shut as well.

Next, he blindfolded the girls, one at a time. Laura shook her head as he reached forward with the tape. Elizabeth sobbed quietly as the tape was pulled tight across her eyes. Gwyn grunted, angrily through her gag as the man smoothed her blindfold. Grabbing them, their captor gently lowered the three down into a sitting position. The captives whimpered as they heard him leave the room. There was a rumble, from another room, he was opening up the garage. A vehicle pulled in and parked. A moment later, they heard the man returning.

“Alright, ladies.” The man said as he entered the room. “I have a confession to make: when I said I was here to rob the place, I was lying. I’m not here to steal any of your belongings. I’m here for the three of you.” A cry of horror went up from the three captives as they realized this wasn’t just a robbery, it was a kidnapping!

Laura sobbed as she was picked up by the kidnapper and tossed over his shoulder. The other two girls kicked and struggled for all they were worth, moaning into their gags as their friend was carried out of the room. They were nowhere close to getting free when the man returned. Gwyn was next. She kicked and thrashed around blindly as she was lifted off the ground and placed over her captor’s shoulder.

“Easy now…” the man teased her, “You don’t want to make me drop you.” Gwyn grunted angrily, but stopped struggling. Laughing, the man placed a hand on his captive to steady her as he walked out of the room. Gwyn screamed in mute rage as he ran that hand over her ass, but there was nothing she could do about that.

The kidnapper had driven his van into the garage. The backdoors were open, showing the inside of the van. Laura was lying on the floor in the center of the space. Her legs were pulled up, behind her back and secured to her tightly bound wrists with another zip-tie running through the other two ties. Gwyn was set down beside her friend and hogtied the same way.

“You two don’t go anywhere!” The man teased, enjoying the muffled whimpers from his captives as he went back for the final girl. Elizabeth sobbed as she was scooped up. She hung limply in her kidnapper’s grasp, too terrified to even try and struggle as he carried her to the van and secured beside her roommates.

“Make yourselves comfortable.” The man taunted the three. “We’ve got a long drive ahead of us!” The three groaned in despair as he shut the doors of the van and walked around to the driver’s seat. Starting the car up, he backed out of the garage and drove off into the night…

***

A couple hours later, the van pulled into a loading dock in an old warehouse. The man pushed a button on the dashboard of his car. Behind him, the metal shutters lowered, closing the garage door. Grinning, he turned in his chair, looking back into the van. “We’re here!” he called out.

The only response from the three girls was a miserable groan. Elizabeth had spent the whole trip crying, quietly, through her gag. Gwyn and Laura had struggled against their bonds, moaning through tape covered lips. After an hour or so, Laura gave up and joined Elizabeth crying in mute terror as horrified thoughts of what awaited them ran through their heads. Gwyn had kept struggling, until she was covered in a bright sheen of sweat and her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw by the plastic zip ties and exhaustion finally forced her to give up.

The kidnapper got out of the van and walked around to the back of the vehicle. “Come on, ladies.” He said, opening the back doors. “Let’s get you out of there.” He reached in and grabbed Elizabeth. Dragging her over to the door, he pulled out a small pocket knife and quickly cut the ziptie binding her feet. He hauled the young woman up, out of the van and set her on shaky legs beside him.

“Don’t move.” The kidnapper warned. “I’ve still got a gun and I will shoot you if you try and run, got it?” Elizabeth frantically nodded her head, sobbing quietly. She stood, trembling with fright as Laura and Gwyn were unloaded from the van as well. “Now, get moving.” The man ordered, prodding the three with his drawn gun. Stumbling around in the total darkness of their blindfolds, the three started walking, guided by the rough shoves of their captor.

“Stop!” He said, after they’d walked maybe fifty feet. He brought the girls to a halt and spaced them out, five feet apart. With a rough, jerking motion, the man tore off each girl’s blindfold. The captives blinked, temporarily blinded by the sudden light. As they adjusted, they could see they were standing on a makeshift stage. In front of them were three cameras, along with bright stage lights. “Stand here, don’t move!” He barked.  

The three stood, shivering, glancing at each other with looks of fear and uncertainty, as their captor walked to the side of the makeshift stage towards a workbench. The heavy wooden bench was loaded down with neat coils of varying lengths of rope, rolls of tape, leather straps, and metal shackles; restraints of every kind, not to mention a variety of paddles, floggers, clamps and plugs for the three. Beyond the table, half hidden in the darkness of the warehouse, were large pieces of bondage furniture. The captives sobbed, terrified at the prospect of having those horrid things used on them.

As he walked over, the man reached up and pulled off his ski mask. There was no longer a chance of anyone other than the girls seeing his face and the three of them wouldn’t be talking to the police where they were going…

At the bench, the kidnapper grabbed three leather collars. The thick, padded leather straps each had a black, plastic box attached to the side of the collar. There were two lights on the boxes, one lit red the other dark. Returning to his captives, the man buckled one of the collars around each girl’s neck. He flipped a switch on each of the boxes and the red light switched off while a green one came on.

“Ok, ladies. You feel those collars around your necks?” The kidnapper asked. The girls awkwardly nodded, the thick leather wrapped around their throats making it hard to move their heads. “Can you also feel a pair of metal prongs, on the side of the collar, pressing into you?” The girls nodded again, giving a fearful whimper as they realized where this was going.

“As you can probably figure out, you three are wearing shock collars. With the push of a button, I can administer punishment to any of you I wish. Let me demonstrate…” He pulled a remote from his pocket. The captives had time for a quick, frightened whimper before he pressed a large red button on the remote. Sudden, sharp pain lanced through the girls bodies. They screamed into their gags. Just as suddenly it was gone, leaving the three gasping for breath.

“That was level one.” The man told them. “They can go up to level ten. I’ve never had to do that to a girl. Most of them pass out around level five, though one made it as high as seven.” The three stared at him in horror, as they realized they weren’t the first victims of this terrible man. “Now, I am going to remove your gags. You are to remain silent or you will be shocked.”

He stepped forward and went to the three in turn, ripping away the tape over their lips, as roughly as he had their blindfolds. Gwyn swore loudly as the duct tape pulled roughly against her skin before it came loose. “Goddamn it! You f-cking bastard!” She shouted. A moment later, she cried out again, in pain, as their kidnapper triggered Gwyn’s shock collar.

“I see someone has trouble listening to instructions.” The kidnaper said, with a sigh. “You’re going to have to learn how to obey. Your future owners expect slaves who will do what they’re told.” The man grinned, seeing the horrified expressions that crossed the three girl’s faces. They had been kidnapped by a white slaver! “That’s right.” The man taunted. “You three are going to take part in a little auction I’m holding tonight and after words, you will begin new lives, serving your masters.”

“Like hell!” Gwyn said, defiantly. “You can’t sell other people! It’s not right!”

“Why not?” The slaver asked, tauntingly. “There are people around the world willing to pay large amounts of money for the merchandise I provide.”

“We’re not merchandise, you sick f-ck!” Gwyn said, angrily. “We’re people!”

“Not anymore.” The man replied. “The moment you came in here, you three became slaves, property, to be bought and sold by whoever owns you. And since you seem to have trouble understanding that, maybe level two will convince you…” Gwyn’s eyes widened in terror as she saw the remote come out again. The slaver turned a dial before triggering her collar again. The other girls watched, sobbing in fright as their friend screamed in pain. Gwyn dropped to her knees. She panted, gasping for air as she struggled to get back on her feet.

“Now, have you learned your lesson? None of you have any say in things from now on. Your only choice is to either obey like good slaves, or suffer like bad ones. Got it?” Elizabeth and Laura both nodded, shaking with fear. Gwyn glared murder at the man for a second, before she realized how futile it was. Glumly, she nodded as well.

“Good, because it’s time to start the auction.” He walked over to a computer, near the stage and typed on it for a moment. “Smile girls!” He said, grinning. “Right now, there are over a dozen men watching you through those cameras, waiting to bid on you. Why don’t we let them get a better look at you, so they know what they’re buying?”

He walked over to the three, pulling out his pocket knife again. Stepping behind them, he quickly cut through the zip-ties binding their hands. “Now, one at a time, the three of you are going to say your name and age to the camera. You are then going to take off all your clothes, so the men watching can see what you look like naked. And try and make it interesting. The one who the bidders thinks puts on the best show will get to watch while the other two are punished.” He nodded towards the bench and it’s collection of bondage toys. The three girls glanced at each other with mixtures of fear and embarrassment.

“You go first.” The slaver ordered, pointing to Laura. The young woman shook her head, cheeks turning red. Her eyes widened in fear as the man started to reach for the remote. Hurriedly, she nodded.

“I’m…um…I’m L-laura, I’m 22 years old.” She said in a quiet voice. It hardly seemed real. She was up for sale in an online slave auction! Reluctantly, she reached up with trembling hands and began unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly, she pulled it up, over her head, revealing her large breasts, held in a white bra. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall down her legs, to reveal a pair of matching white panties.

“Come on!” The slaver teased. “Shake that body of yours a little more! If you don’t do it now, you’ll shake that ass when I’m paddling it later!” Tears welled up in Laura’s eyes and her face was now completely red with shame, but she forced herself to obey, shaking her breasts as she unhooked her bra and let it fall away. Her large tits bounced free of the confines. With a quiet sob, she pulled her panties down, revealing a large, curly bush between her legs. “Now, turns around, slowly, so they can see you from every angle.” The slaver ordered. Laura did as she was told. Her two friends watched anxiously, knowing it would be their turns for the same humiliation soon enough.

Laura finished her rotation. Unconsciously, she brought her hands up, to try and cover her naked body from the glare of the cameras. “Hands at your sides!” The slaver ordered. “Let the men see what you look like. In fact…” he walked over to the bench. “Let me help you with that.” Grabbing a pair of handcuffs and a ballgag, he returned. “Hands behind your back, Laura.” He ordered. Sobbing quietly, Laura obeyed. She whimpered as he tightened the cuffs around her wrists until they metal dug into her soft skin. The rubber plug of the gag was forced between her teeth and the leather straps tightened, forcing it deep into her mouth.

“Alright.” The slaver said, walking back to his position by the computer. “Ooh, you’ve already gotten some bids, Laura, not bad. You’re next.” He pointed to Elizabeth. Fighting back tears, the short, thin girl gave her name and age. Slowly, she stripped out of her clothes, swaying her hips as she pulled the shorts and panties down. At the slaver’s prompting, she turned in a circle, showing off her naked body from all sides. “Thank you, Elizabeth.” The man said, cuffing and gagging her the same was he did Laura. “That just leaves our little troublemaker.” He nodded to Gwyn. “Are you going to cause any problems?” he said, pulling out the remote.

The young woman shook her head, glumly. She’d already seen it was pointless to try and fight the shock collars. As reluctantly as the other two, Gwyn pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her breasts were completely exposed. Unbuckling her jeans, she slid them down her long legs, followed a moment later by her panties. Naked, save for her collar, the young woman turned in place, so the bidders could see her.

“Good to see you’ve learned your lesson.” The slaver teased, stuffing a thick ballgag in Gwyn’s mouth. The young woman groaned miserably as he tightened the straps, increasing the strain of the gag on her jaws. The man walked back to the computer and looked over the bids. “Well, according to the current bids for the three of you, Elizabeth, the bidders liked you the most!” Laura and Gwyn both whimpered through their gags, knowing what was coming next.

They watched fearfully as the slaver walked to the workbench and looked over the bondage tools, picking up several and swinging them around before settling on a black leather riding crop. Grinning, he walked back to Laura. The young woman shrank away, but the man grabbed her in one hand while he raised the crop in the other.

“Mmmpphh! MMpphhh!!” Laura yelped into her gag as the man brought the crop down, sharply on her round backside. She jumped, her large breasts and backside shaking.

“If you’d shaken like that for the men a minute ago, you wouldn’t be getting hit now, Laura.” The slaver teased. He worked her over for a few more minutes until her bottom was red and tears streamed down her face.

Gwyn looked defiantly at the slaver as he approached her. She choked by her pain as he began smacking her bottom with the crop, determined not to give this man, or those watching, the satisfaction of seeing her pain. Before long, though, it became too much for her to bear. She shook her head, tears welling up. Her whole backside was on fire from the punishment. Elizabeth watched, sad for her friends, but guiltily relieved she wasn’t getting the same punishment.

The slaver finished and turned to the camera. “Bidding stays open for another six hours, so keep watching. During that time, I’m going to put these three slaves through their paces.” The captive girls groaned miserably, as he walked over to the workbench and started gathering things…

***

“ugh…” Gwyn groaned miserably. Her ballgag had been traded out for a pump gag which was even more a strain on her jaws. Her painful groans escaped the gag as little more than quiet whimpers. The young woman sat perched on a wooden horse. The heavy bench was topped with two rows of boards which were angled towards each other, ending in a point. Gwyn’s legs were straddled on either side of the steeply angled boards, which meant the top was pressed, painfully, against her sex.

Coils of rough cord had been used to lash the young woman’s arms together at the wrists and elbows. More rope circled her chest, wrapping her arms and breasts tightly. A rope had been run from her wrists to a winch overhead, pulling the helpless captive’s arms back, forcing her to bow forward.

The final part of her torment were a pair of metal nipple clamps crushing her small, round pink nipples. Weights were attached to the clamps, dangling in the air. As the young woman squirmed in her position, trying in vain to find a position that would, even temporarily, take the pressure off her pussy, the weights swayed back and forth, eliciting muffled yelps from Gwyn as the dull teeth of the clamps dug into the soft flesh of her tender nipples. She’d been kept in this position for almost an hour now, every part of her body was sore.

Nearby, Elizabeth moaned loudly into her ballgag. The other girl was kneeling on the ground. Her legs were bent in half, her calves and thighs strapped together with tight leather straps. A leather mono-glove held the captive’s arms securely behind her back. Nestled between Elizabeth’s legs was a large, black metal box. Protruding from the top of the box were a pair of large, rubber phalluses, currently buried deep inside the captive girl’s holes. The box hummed as they vibrated the twin penetrators.

Elizabeth moaned again, louder, as the machine pushed her closer and closer to another orgasm. At first, she’d tried to hide her moans, her shame at being forced into such arousal by their captor, but now she no longer cared, heedless of the cameras watching her shame. She quivered, shaking, groaning through her gag. Gwyn knew how her friend must be feeling. Before Elizabeth, Gwyn had been the one strapped to that awful machine.

On the far side of Elizabeth was their third friend. Laura knelt on the stage, her arms cuffed behind her back. A metal stand was in front of her. Another, large phallus extended from the pole, at what would be waist high on an average sized man. Laura had to take the member deep in her mouth. Gwyn could hear her, fighting back the urge to gag as she worked over the fake penis with her tongue and lips. There were sensors in it that would detect whether or not she was.

Three wires ran from the base of the stand to Laura, attached to metal clips. Two of the clips were secured to her nipples. The third ran between Laura’s legs, clipped to her sex. Laura had been in this position for as long as Gwyn had been riding her bondage horse. Her jaw was tired and sore from the strain of holding such a large object deep inside it for so long, her tongue was tired from working it over. She couldn’t keep up the pace…Laura gasped as the machine shocked her. With a weary groan, she forced herself to keep at it.

The slaver stood nearby, watching the three captives, as well as the computer with the bidding. “Not much longer now, slaves!” He taunted them. “Just another hour or so, and you three will have some new owners…” He grinned, enjoying the groans of despair from the girls.

That hour seemed to stretch into days to the three girls. Finally, the kidnapper nodded. “Well, that’s it. Bidding’s over girls.” The three tensed, as the slaver looked over the winning bids. “Let’s see…Gwyn, looks like you’ve been purchased for a brothel in the Far East. Elizabeth, you’ve been bought by a man in Europe who keeps a stable of trained pony girls. Laura, hate to tell you this, but the winning bid for you came from a group which specializes in training pain sluts.” The slaver grinned, enjoying the horrified expressions from the three girls as their fates were announced.

The captives looked at each other, sobbing, as the slaver shut down the cameras and turned off the lights. He picked up a small case and opened it. Inside was a syringe gun. The girls struggled against their bonds, but they couldn’t stop him from walking to each of them in turn and injecting them with a sedative. With drugs took effect quickly, the three slumping over, unconscious in moments. The man nodded. The drugs would keep the girls out for the first part of the journey to their new homes.

The slaver went to work, untying the three. One at a time, he carried the limp women to another part of the warehouse. Three large packing crates were set out, waiting for them. The interiors were heavily padded and fitted with leather straps. He set the girls inside the crates and adjusted the straps, so the captives would be completely immobilized. The girls were fitted with panel gags. A small plastic tube ran from the gags to three small metal tanks. The air tanks would provide them with oxygen as well as a mild sedative, to keep them out during the trip.

Satisfied with the packing, the slaver closed the crates up and locked them shut. Grabbing a small trolley, he carried the crates, one at a time, back to his van and placed them inside. An hour’s drive took him to a small, isolated air field. A plane was waiting on the runway. A trio of men were standing beside it. They walked over as the man drove the van and parked nearby.

“Here’s the information.” The slaver said, handing one of them a stack of papers. They listed the instructions, telling the men where the girls were going to be delivered to. While he went over the details, the other men unloaded the crates and carried them to the plane. One at a time, the crates and the slumbering girls inside them, were loaded into the plane’s cargo bay.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” One of the men said. They got into the plane. A few minutes later, it started rolling down the runway. The slaver watched it rise into the air and fly off, carrying it’s captive cargo into slavery. He started the van up and began the long drive back to his base. He had already put the three newly sold slaves out of his mind. He was already thinking about the next group of girls he had plans to kidnap and sell…