Madeleine lay at the bottom of the smuggler’s compartment in the back of her kidnapper’s horse trailer, hands and feet bound with rope. On either side of her, she could hear her fellow captives sobbing quietly in the darkness. Their frightened whimpers were muffled by the cloth gags clenched between their teeth.

Madeleine was close to tears herself. The 18-year old girl couldn’t understand why she had been so suddenly kidnapped and tossed down here for a journey to god-knew-where. She couldn’t, didn’t, want to imagine what would happen to her and the other girls when they arrived at their final destination.

“Has anyone back at the farm noticed I’m gone?” Madeleine thought. “Have they called the police yet?” Her only hope was that the police would stop the truck and find them. That possibility seemed to grow more and more remote as time stretched on, until Madeleine had no idea how far they had traveled. It seemed as if they had been driving for hours. They had almost certainly left the state, maybe even the country!

Inside the hidden compartment, the air was hot and stuffy. It stank of animals and gasoline fumes. Between the heat and her own, fruitless struggles, Madeleine was quickly coated in sweat. She became very thirsty, not helped by the oppressive gag between her teeth and the wadding filling her mouth, which seemed to suck up all the moisture, leaving her throat parched. The un-muffled sound of the truck’s engine, the rattle and sway of the horse trailer above and the hum of the road below, filled the cramped space with overwhelming noise, making it impossible for Madeleine to hear her own whimpers of misery. From time to time, as she squirmed, the teen would brush up against one of the other captive girls, sharing their prison, but any sort of communication with them was impossible.

Finally, the truck pulled off the highway. It moved slower, made more stops and turns as it navigated streets. Finally, the truck stopped one last time. A moment later, the engine shut off. After the noise of the highway, the silence was deafening. Maddy gave a fearful moan, which sounded tiny and soft to her battered ears. Nearby, her fellow captives whimpered as well, as it dawned on them that they had arrived…wherever their kidnapper had been taking them.

Straining their ears, the three girls could hear the door of the truck open, then slam shut. Boots crunched on gravel as Tom walked around to the back of the trailer. The hinges screeched as he opened the back doors and walked inside. Listening to the footsteps above her head, Madeleine realized there was more than one person overhead. She wondered if this person was another victim, another innocent girl Tom had lured to the back of the trailer, to be overpowered, tied up and added to his cargo of captives. She dared hope they might be a police officer, searching the trailer for the kidnap victims.

Grunting as loudly as she could, Madeleine kicked at the hatch with her feet. The other two girls, realizing what she was doing, did the same, knocking on the floor of their prison with their feet and adding their gag-muffled cries to help the din.

Madeleine heard fingers scrabbling for the latches of the lid of the compartment. There was a ‘click’ as, one by one, they were unlocked. Fresh air and light flooded into the cage as the lid was lifted up. Above them, two men chuckled, looking down at the captive girls.

“I guess they’re eager to get out of their box.” Tom said to his companion.

“I don’t know why. All they’ve got to look forward to, is the dungeon we’ve got downstairs.” The other man replied, eliciting moans of despair from Madeleine and the other girls. This kidnapper was about the same age as Tom, a bit thinner, with a bushy brown beard streaked throughout with grey. “Well if they’re so eager, might as well get them out so they can see their accommodations for the night.”

With a laugh, the two reached down into the opening. Madeleine kicked and squirmed, but she couldn’t stop them from lifting her up. Helpless, she was carried out of the back of the trailer. It had grown dark while she’d been down in the hidden compartment. For a brief moment, the teen caught a glimpse of the built up area, houses and other buildings, lit up, but before she could see much more, she was quickly carried through an open door into a dimly lit hallway. She saw torn, peeling wallpaper and broken furniture, before she was taken through another door, leading to a flight of stairs heading downward. It opened into a dark room, with concrete floors and walls. Madeleine was set down, none-too-gently, on the floor, a few feet away from the stairs. She could make out little else in the room, most of it was shrouded in shadows.    

Leaving her to struggle, hopelessly, for the moment, the two kidnappers climbed the stairs. A minute later they returned, carrying one of the other girls, Maddy couldn’t see who in the darkness. They set her down beside Maddy before returning to grab their last captive.

“I might have got burned on my last snatch, Jim.” Tom was saying as he and his partner came down the stairs, carrying the sobbing farm girl between them. “Guy back there might remember talking to me right before this pretty thing went missing.” He nodded to Madeleine. Jim shot the other man a pained look. “Yeah, I know that’s against the rules but I see this hot bitch poking around the trailer like she wants to get grabbed…I couldn’t help myself. Long as we get the truck off the road for a while…new plates, new paint would be good, possibly for the trailer as well…we should be fine.”

The other kidnapper nodded. “No problem. I’ll take care of that tomorrow. You can ride with Kevin tomorrow. He’d taking a load down south…they’ve been calling for some new girls at the casino, we can fit these three in with them. They pay pretty well, from what I’ve heard.”

“How many is he taking?” Tom asked.

“Kevin dropped off two earlier today, then went back out.” Jim told him. “He’ll probably bring in a couple more tonight. Hopefully his vehicle will still be clean tomorrow so you two will have an easy run, no trouble from the police.”

“Sounds good. Guess we need to get these three bitch’s pictures taken, so we can send it to the boys over there, then get them locked up for the night.” Tom said. He turned to look down at the three sobbing captives. “We’re going to untie you for a moment, then give you some water. Don’t struggle or try to escape and keep quiet or you will be punished.” Reaching to his belt, the kidnapper produced a large, hunting knife. He showed the intimidating blade to the frightened captives before bending over.

Grabbing the first girl, he rolled her over and cut the rope binding her hands and feet. Madeleine whimpered as she was roughly dragged over and flipped onto her belly. She felt his free hand grab her tightly bound wrists. The sharp blade quickly sliced through the rope. She gave a moan of relief, wincing at the prickling sensation of circulation returning. Turning to her feet, he slashed the rope on her feet, freeing them.

While he freed the final captive, the other two girls awkwardly got to their feet, their arms and legs still sore and weak from being kept tied for so long. “Maybe we can rush him…” Madeleine thought as the last captive struggled to stand. “Overpower the two of them and escape. There’s three of us and we’re a lot younger then these bastards.” But fear of the knife in her captor’s hand, and the weakness she felt after all she’d already been through, made her hesitate. Maddy didn’t know if the thought had occurred to the other captive girls and she didn’t know how to communicate it to them. If they had thought of it, none of the girls were willing to take the chance of being the first to resist…and suffering the consequences if the others didn’t join her.

While Tom had been cutting their bonds, Jim went and fetched a large bottle of water. He also brought back a cardboard box filled with leather and steel restraints. The girls’ gags were removed. Madeleine spat out the sodden rag with some relief. She gulped gratefully from the water bottle when it was raised to her lips and might have drank all of it if the older man hadn’t snatched it away from her to pass it to the next girl after she’d taken a few long gulps. Still, it did relieve the aching dryness in her throat, at least somewhat.

“Now, before we can get you girls bedded down for the night.” Tom said with a chuckle, “We need to take some pictures of you three to send to the buyers who might be interested in purchasing you.” This reference to ‘buyers’ brought a wave of frightened moans from the three girls. They moaned even louder when he added, “However, they’ll obviously want to see what all they’re paying for, so your clothes will have to come off… all of them.” As he said this, the two older men leered evilly at the young women. Brandishing his knife threateningly, he ordered, “Start stripping!”

The last thing Madeleine wanted to do was strip naked in front of these two men, but she knew she had no choice in the matter. With obvious reluctance, she slowly began unbuttoning her shirt. The other girls also began to undress, as slowly as possible, as if to delay the moment when their naked bodies would be exposed to these vile men, for as long as they possibly could.

Tom frowned, seeing how slowly they were moving. “I guess you girls need some motivation. All right, how ‘bout this: the first one to get completely naked won’t be gagged with her panties.”

The three were silent a moment, horror struck looks on their faces as they thought about his threat. With a pained groan, Madeleine finished unbuttoning her shirt and pulled it off as quickly as she could. She grabbed the hum of her tank top and pulled it up over her head, letting her large breasts, now barred, bounce free. Beside her, the two other girls had also started undressing faster, though no more willingly then before.

Maddy kicked off her boots while unzipping her skirt. She let it fall around her ankles. Hurriedly, she removed her boots and her socks, then reached for the band of her panties. The teen hesitated a brief moment before tugging the skimpy blue cotton underwear down. But as she stepped out of them and dropped them in the pile of clothes at her feet, she saw to her dismay one of the other captives, the blonde teen, was standing naked, face red with shame as she tried, unsuccessfully, to cover her body with her hands. The older brunette was still pulling down her jeans.

Madeleine straightened up, well aware of what that meant. She turned her gaze to the two men. They leered back at the teenager, their eyes running hungrily up and down her naked figure. Maddy’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Without thinking, one of her arms went across her chest, the other slid over the lips of her sex, trying futilely to preserve whatever scrap of dignity she had left.    

“Looks nice.” Jim said, “But I don’t think these girls know how to pose. We should help them with that.” The other man nodded. Reaching into the crate, Tom pulled out what looked like a short, thick belt. Spaced around it were half a dozen small, silver D-Rings. Turning to the nearest girl, the young blonde, Tom looped the belt around her waist and buckled it on tight. Next, two thick leather cuffs were placed around her wrists and locked on with padlocks. Ignoring her feeble protests, the kidnapper twisted her arms behind her back and attached them to a D-ring on the back of the belt with another padlock.

Two more leather cuffs were locked onto her ankles. A two-foot spreader bar was secured between both feet, forcing the captive girl to spread her legs open, exposing the naked lips of her sex to her captor’s view.

Finally, Tom took from the crate a rounded, rectangular panel of stiff leather with straps on either end. Madeleine saw, on the inside was a bulbous rubber plug. This was inserted into the helpless girl’s mouth and the straps secured with one final padlock. When she gave a miserable sob, the gag muffled her moans to little more than a soft whimper.

As the blonde girl squirmed in her new restraints, Tom turned his attention to Maddy. The teen struggled feebly, unable to prevent him from securing her hands and feet in the tight cuffs. Her hands were clipped to a belt like the first girl with a padlock and her legs were forced apart with a spreader bar. The kidnapper selected another panel gag, but before he put it on her, Tom bent over and grabbed the young woman’s panties from the floor. Madeleine shook her head, pleading desperately as he balled the underwear up in his hand. “No! Please don-Mmmppphhh!!!” Her frightened cry was cut off as Tom roughly shoved the wad of cloth between her lips. A second later, he slid the plug of the gag into Madeleine’s mouth and pulled the straps tight. Madeleine groaned softly through the gag as she fought the urge to wretch at the foul taste now filling her mouth. She whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes.

The final captive put up a brief struggle as she was cuffed and gagged, but within minutes, Tom had her chained up like the other two. The girls exchanged frightened glances as the Jim returned the box of bondage gear to its place. When he came back, the older man had a digital camera in his hands. “Ready to have your pictures taken?” He taunted the girls with a leering grin. Moaning into their gags, the captives shook their heads frantically, pleading with tear-filled eyes, which only made the kidnapper’s laugh.

“Too bad.” He raised the camera and began snapping photo after photo of the naked girls, individually and as a group. After a bit, Tom ordered them to turn around. “And look back over your shoulders…yes like that!” He jeered as his partner took more photos of their naked backsides.

After a couple dozen pictures, the kidnappers stopped. Jim looked at the camera’s screen, reviewing the photos taken. “Well girls, want to see what you look like?” He asked. He stepped over and held the camera up so they could see. Trembling with fear, Madeleine turned to look, dreading what she knew she would see.

She flinched back, whimpering in dismay. Though she had some idea of what to expect, seeing herself on the tiny screen was a horrible shock. Her pale, naked figure, lit up by the camera flash seemed to stand out against the dark room as she stood, hunched over, hands locked behind her back, legs spread open. Her large round breasts, tipped with prominent pink nipples were completely exposed and, shamefully visible between her spread legs was the small, neatly trimmed brown hair that did little to cover the lips of her sex.    

“Yes. They are going to love you three.” The kidnapper said. “Let’s get you three bedded down. You’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.” He taunted.

The spreader bars were removed and replace with short chains, just long enough to let the captives take short, halting steps. Stiff leather collars went around their necks, locked on with heavy padlocks. Chain leashes, about two feet long, were clipped to the front of each collar. Tom grabbed Maddy’s leash, Jim the other two girls. The kidnappers turned, tugging sharply on the chains in their hands. The helpless captives had no choice but to follow, shuffling along, heads bowed glumly.

At the far side of the room was a door, made of thick, sturdy wood reinforced with metal bands, obviously a cell door. A slit had been cut into the center, allowing one to look into the room beyond and keep an eye on its trapped occupants. At one side was a thick metal bar slid between slots on the door and wall, barring it shut. Tom slid it open and pulled the dungeon door back. Madeleine sobbed quietly, following him into the dark room beyond, while the other two captives shuffled along behind her.

In the dim light, Madeleine could make out a number of cloth pallets, lined along one wall. Lying on two of the pallets were two more girls, with long dark hair. Like Madeleine and the others, the girls had been stripped completely naked. Leather shackles trapped their hands and feet, thick leather muzzles limited their frightened sobs to a quiet murmur. They looked up, eyes filled with fear and tears as the three newcomers were made to lie down on pallets beside them. Metal rings were driven into the concrete wall a foot or two off the floor. The girls’ leashes were locked onto the rings with padlocks, to keep them from getting up.

“Pleasant dreams!” Tom taunted the captives, as the two men left the room. The door slammed shut with a loud bang. As they heard the scrap of the bar sliding into place, trapping them in, Madeleine and the other girls whimpered in fright…