“I’m sorry, but what did Miss Kyle want to see me about?” Carrie asked the blonde man as she headed towards Emma’s office.

“Something about the payroll. You might be owed a bit of overtime.” The man replied, in his gruff voice.

“oh…well that will be nice, I guess. Help tide me over while I look for a new jo-Mmmppphhh!!!” The blonde woman was grabbed by Smith as she stepped through the office door. Her scream was muffled as he clamped one hand tight over her mouth. In his other hand, he a small, snub-nosed revolver where she could see it.

“Listen girl.” Carrie’s attacker whispered in her ear as he dragged the feebly struggling woman towards the desk. “If you don’t stop struggling, I’m going to hurt you, understand?”

Hurriedly, Carrie nodded. Her eyes went wide as she spotted her boss, struggling on the floor behind her desk, naked and tied up. Her face went pale as she noted the pile of rope, cloth and gags on the desk, realizing she was going to be tied up as well.

“Good. Now, I’m going to let go with my hand. If you scream, I’ll choke you into unconsciousness and do whatever I want with you while you’re out. Got it?” Smith threatened. Carrie nodded again, sobbing quietly. The older man let go of her. He stepped back, keeping the pistol pointed at her, in case she tried something. “Alright, bitch. Let’s get those clothes off. Everything!” He ordered in a voice that let Carrie know she had no choice.

Trembling, she reached up to pull down the straps of her dress. “Why are you doing this?” She asked, miserably, as she let it fall to the ground around her ankles. Underneath, she had on a matching pair of light blue panties and bra.

“Your boss owes us a lot of money.” He replied. “And the five of you are going to help her raise that money.” He leered at Carrie as she stood in front of him in her underwear, shaking with fear. “We’ll get a good price for you. Lot of buyers for a pretty blonde with a nice body.”

“oh god…” Carrie whimpered, going pale. Briefly, she considered screaming, to warn the other girls of the danger, but fear of the gun in her captor’s hand and what he might do to her with it if she did robbed the young woman of her voice.

“Keep going, right down to your skin!” Sobbing, she removed her panties and bra. The slaver ordered her to turn around and kneel, with her arms behind her back. Carrie’s head hung low in misery, as the two men grabbed rope from the table and advanced on her. In no time at all, the young woman was stringently bound and gagged. Her arms were lashed behind her back in a tight box-tie. The men had folded her legs in half and bound them separately, calf to thigh, forcing her into a frogtie. Ignoring Carrie’s pleas, the slavers stuffed a large ballgag in her mouth and buckled it on tight.

Carrie was left to squirm alongside her boss. The two women shared looks of terror as they contemplated the terrible fate that lay in store for them now. Meanwhile, their captors were talking.

“Let’s get these two ladies out to the van…so no one will find them.” Smith said. “You go grab something we can use to box them up in. I’ll put them under.” He turned, pulling out the chloroform soaked rag. Emma whimpered in terror, remembering the smell of the chloroform and a terror as she slipped into unconsciousness. Carrie didn’t know what it was, but she could tell from her fellow captive’s frantic grunting it was nothing good.

The two helpless women sobbed, trembling in their bonds as Smith walked over to them. Emma struggled feebly as he lifted her head up, not wanting to be knocked out again. She shook her head, but couldn’t keep him from pressing the cloth over her face. She held her breath for a minute, but eventually had no choice but to breathe in the drugged fumes. Within moments, she sank down, unconscious once more.

Carrie moaned in fright, realizing it was her turn next. She’d seen with Emma that resistance was futile, but even still she squirmed and fought to delay her drugged sleep as long as possible. But she had no more luck then her boss had had. Soon enough, the two women were out cold.

Right about that time, Smith’s partner returned, dragging a large, old-fashioned steamer trunk. The two men emptied it out and lifted their captives into it. Closing it up, they picked up the trunk and carried it out of the room…

***  

“What do we have here?” Samantha thought to herself, pulling out another old cardboard box from the shelf she was clearing. “More comic books.” She saw, opening it up. “Wonder if any of these might be worth something…” Someone had written on the side of the box in marker: ‘3 for 1£’. The young brunette slowly flipped through the paper booklets, scanning the covers. She was so engrossed in her work, she didn’t notice someone creeping up on her until a hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Surprise!” Ophelia said, leaning over and planting a kiss on Sam’s cheek. Ophelia was a tall, thin woman, with long, straight hair dyed black. Her black dress and dark eye shadow helped set off her pale skin.

“Ophelia, please!” Sam said, turning and standing up hurriedly. “What if someone sees us?”

“What does it matter if they find out?” Ophelia replied with a playful smirk. “We’re not going to be working here much longer anyway. Besides, everyone else seems to be out at the moment.”

Sam looked around. Sure enough, the two of them were the only two people in the front of the shop. She hadn’t noticed anyone leaving, too busy with what she was doing. The young woman grinned. Leaning forward, she planted a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Ophelia smiled back at her. “How we’ve always fantasized about making out at work? Well, this will be our last chance, right?” Let’s do it!”

“We should go to the lavatory.” Sam said, taking Ophelia’s hand. “It’s got a lock on the door…just in case someone comes back…”

Giddy with anticipation, the two hurried to the shop’s washroom. Given the store’s lack of customers, the last few months, it was very clean. Going in, Sam closed the door and turned the lock, then pulled her shirt up over her head. Ophelia was already out of her dress. Underneath, she had on a pair of frilly, black lace panties and a matching bra. It was soon on the floor, joined a moment later by Sam’s underwear.

Holding each other closely, the two lovers sank to the ground, kissing one another. Caught up in their passions, neither noticed the handle on the door jiggling as someone worked the lock…  

***  

“Mmmppphhh!!! MMmpphh…” Scarlet grinned as Ophelia’s struggle slowly weakened. Her frightened victim whimpered as she breathed in through the drugged cloth clamped tight over her lower face by Scarlet’s hand. The slaver’s other hand was currently pawing at the limp woman’s naked breasts. The goth gave one last moan and slumped over in her attacker’s arms.

“Sleeping like a baby…” Scarlet said, with a grin. She looked up at Mary. “How’s yours?”

Mary was holding Sam. She’d already dropped her chloro-rag and was busy playing with the sleeping girl’s naked body. “I think our two lovebirds are both out.” Mary replied.

“Who would have thought…” Scarlet said. The two had just been coming from securing Hannah when they saw these two going into the bathroom. From the looks on their faces, and the moans that had come from inside the door soon after, it was quite obvious what the two young ladies were up to in in the lavatory.

“Well, I think we have two lovely winners.” Mary said with a grin. “And their prize: an all expense paid vacation to our dungeon, where they will experience a wide arrangement of bondage and torture while serving our every whim!”

“This will be fun! I don’t think we’ve every had a pair of lovers before. Breaking them will be so enjoyable!” Scarlet thought out loud. She found herself growing wet just thinking about it…or maybe it was the feeling of Ophelia’s naked body up close to hers while Scarlet watched her girlfriend toying with the unconscious Samantha.

“We better get these two tied up.” Mary said. “Smith and Thompson were luring that cute blonde to the manager’s office, so she’s probably naked and tied up by now. I guess there’s just one more girl to grab before we can get these ladies to the auction house…”

***  

“This is just getting weird now…” Amanda thought to herself. The short, athletic redhead had just come back from Emma’s office, which was empty, to find Samantha and Ophelia now missing. As far as she could tell, Amanda was the only one left in the building.

“It’s too early for them to be getting lunch…” She thought, wandering through the shop. Amanda passed through the door into the back of the store, peering around the shelves, to see if anyone was working back there. A quit sobbing came from one of the boxes she passed, but the young woman didn’t hear it.

Coming around the corner of a pile of junk, the young woman saw the back door of the shop was open. Looking around, curiously, she walked over to it. “Did someone go outside?” She wondered. The door opened into the alleyway formed by the two rows of shops on either side of the block. Amanda stepped outside, closing the door behind her. Turning to the left, the young woman spotted a van, pulled into the alleyway. The backdoors were open. The two men sent to oversee the work were standing by the van, doing something with a large wooden trunk.

“What are they doing there?” Amanda thought. “Are they stealing something from the shop?” The young woman couldn’t think of anything in the shop that would be worth going to the trouble of robbing, not when it was going out of business.

As she watched, they opened the steamer trunk. Amanda had to fight back the urge to scream, as the men lifted Carrie out of the trunk. The limp woman naked, bound and gagged. Terrified, Amanda turned back to the door. She didn’t know why these men had kidnapped her coworker, but she was well aware that she would likely be next if she didn’t get out of here fast.

“Come on…come on…” Amanda’s hand went to the door knob. A bolt of fear lashed through her as the knob refused to turn. The door must have locked itself behind her when she closed it! Trembling with fear, Amanda looked around. The only way out was at the far end of the alleyway.

Trying to move as quietly as she could, Amanda crept that down the alleyway to the right. She glanced over her shoulder. The two kidnappers had set Carrie down on the floor of the van and were now lifting Emma out of the trunk. Amanda realized the two of them must have been drugged or knocked out somehow.

“I’ve got to get out of here…I need to call the police!” Amanda thought to herself. She didn’t want to think of what might happen to her coworkers if they weren’t rescued.

Just as Amanda reached the halfway point, she heard a shout from behind her in the alleyway. One of the men had turned around and spotted her! Heavy footsteps echoed off the walls as they ran towards her. With a frightened yelp, the young woman ran forward, stumbling in her heels as the kidnappers closed in behind her…

***  


“Well isn’t this lovely!” Scarlet said. She and Mary grinned, looking down at their handiwork. Their two captive’s lay at their feet. Sam lay with her back on the floor, her lover was on top of her. The couple had been tightly lashed together, with their arms wrapped around each other’s backs and bound with rope. Their legs were bound together at the ankles and knees. Tight crotch ropes were tied between their legs. A large, double ended plug gag was inserted into the two girl’s mouths, the leather straps circling their heads, holding them together, as if they were kissing. Finally, a pair of blindfolds completed their bondage.

“Let’s get these two to our car.” Scarlet said. “Go find something we can wrap them up in.” Mary nodded and left the room. By the time she returned with a moth-eaten carpet over her shoulder, Samantha and Ophelia had come to. The helpless young women whimpered in fright, finding themselves bound and helpless. As they started to squirm, startled squeals escaped their gags as they discovered their crotch ropes. The two slavers had tied them in such a way so that, as each girl struggled, she would tug on the rope pulled snug against her lover’s sex. They’d tied knots along the lengths of the crotch ropes, carefully placed so they lay against the two girls’ naked slits to rub against them, stimulating the captives.

“Hope they struggle hard.” Mary said with a grin, unrolling the carpet. “That way, they’ll be good and hot when we get them to our dungeon.”

“Hear that girls?” Scarlet teased, kneeling down over the helpless couple. “You’ve got plenty more of this to look forward to, once we get you to our dungeon. And when we get bored with you, we’ll send you two to the slave market!” The helpless girls sobbed brokenly as they were rolled up in the carpet. The slavers lifted the squirming bundle up onto their shoulders and carried it out of the room…

***  

“Heellmmppphhh!!!” Amanda whimpered into her gag as Smith yanked the last knot tight, lashing her arms behind her back. The young woman’s hands were bound at both the wrists and, uncomfortable, at her elbows. Rope circled her arms and chest, above and below her large breasts, pining her arms against her back. The young woman’s legs had been tied at the ankles and knees before being bent back into a punishing hogtie.

Smith knew, privately, he was tying her up far more stringently then the other women, because of how close she’d come to getting away and ruining everything. When he’d spotted her creeping away, there had been a few tense moments when the young woman had made a break for it, screaming her head off calling for help. Fortunately, for the slavers, not for Amanda and her coworkers who were now doomed to a life of cruel, degrading servitude, the young woman had tripped over her high heels and stumbled. Though she didn’t fall over completely, those few moments when she had lost her balance sealed her fate, as Smith caught up to her and got a hand over her mouth.

Amanda knew she was finished then, but even still, the young woman had fought and struggled the whole way as she was dragged back to the van. Once, she even managed to shake Smith’s hand off, just long enough for another quick cry for help before he clamped her mouth shut again. She’s waited, hope giving way to despair as she realized there was either no one within earshot to hear her screams or no one cared enough to investigate them.

Back at the van, the two men wrestled their last captive into the van and forced her to lie down beside her coworkers. A thick, leather ring gag fitted with a large rubber phallus that filled her mouth completely, silenced Amanda’s cries and they quickly got her tied up.

“I think that’s it.” Smith said, with relief. “Go find Scarlet and Mary and help them round up the other captives. We need to get this lot to the facility by three, so they can get them prepped for tonight’s auction.” In the van, Amanda moaned with terror, realizing just how much trouble she was really in now.

As Thompson headed for the front door of the store, Smith’s phone began to ring. “Hello?” He said, raising it to his ear.

“Word just came in from the boss…” A voice on the other end replied. “There’s been a slight change of plans…"