Madeleine lay in pitch black darkness. The teenage girl couldn’t even make out the four other girls she knew shared the room with her, though from time to time she heard the soft rattle of chains as one of the girls shifted her body or occasionally broke into another fit of muffled sobbing. Maddy had done plenty of crying herself within the last twenty-four hours.

The only thing that was visible in the room was a narrow, rectangular slit of light to her left that was a viewing slit, cut into the cell door, to enable their captors to keep an eye on the kidnapped girls. From time to time, it would go dark, as one of the men stopped to check on the prisoners.

With a sorrowful moan, muffled silent by the wadded up panties crammed in her mouth and the thick leather gag keeping them in there, Madeleine rolled over. As she did, the chain leash at her throat rattled. The other end of the two-foot chain was secured to a metal ring in the wall, keeping the captive teen confined to the small, thin cloth pallet she lay on. The bedding was made of a coarse cloth, which scratched at Madeleine’s soft naked skin every time she shifted her weight. With her hands locked behind her back, she had no choice but to lie on her belly, leaving her naked breasts and her sensitive nipples at the mercy of the chafing cloth.

The pallet was also none-too-clean. Maddy wondered how many other poor girls before her had lain on it, the night after their kidnapping, in route to their final, awful destination. From the smell, at least one of them, unable to control her fright after being kidnapped and chained down in the dark, had peed herself in fear.

Not long after Madeleine and the other girls had been chained up, about three or four days by how it felt, the kidnappers brought in another group of captives. Listening, Madeleine heard Tom and Jim going up the stairs. Not long after, they came back down, each carrying a struggling girl, from the sounds of muffled sobbing coming from the next room. With them was another man, the third slaver they had mentioned, the one who had, earlier, brought in the two girls now sharing the cell with madeleine and the others. He was also carrying a squirming, screaming captive.

“How’d you bag this nice piece of ass?” Jim asked.

“Bit of good luck, that.” The other man replied. “I’d just snatched these two here, got them tied up in the back. I’m on my way back, when I see this lovely thing, standing by her car with the hood up, like it’s broken down, trying to get a signal on her phone, so I pulled over and offered her a ride…” He laughed. “She wasn’t too keen when she saw who’d she be riding with!” The other two laughed as the captive woman moaned in fright.

Though Madeleine couldn’t see what was going on in the other room, she could easily imagine what was happening on the other side of the door, having experienced it firsthand only a short while ago. The newest captives were untied. One of them tried to break away and run. Madeleine heard a scuffle, the poor girl screamed in fright as she was grabbed and dragged back by the slavers, then screamed again and again in pain as she was cruelly punished by the men for her resistance.

Thus cowed, the captives quietly submitted to being stripped naked and put up only feeble protests as they were gagged with their worn panties and chained up. After they were photographed, the cell door opened, and the sobbing women were led in to join Madeleine and the other kidnapped girls. When the final young woman was tethered in place at the neck, the slavers left, closing and barring the room behind them once more.

After the excitement and terror of the day, combined with the discomfort of her restraints and bedding and the cold air, blowing across her otherwise naked body, Maddy had trouble getting to sleep. From time to time, exhaustion allowed her to slip into a fitful, uneasy sleep, but she wouldn’t be under long before she awoke again, with a start each time as she found herself not safe in her bed as she desperately hoped, but still chained up in this awful place. The other captives had just as much trouble sleeping as her. From time to time, one of them would cry out into her gag as she awoke from one nightmare, only to find herself still trapped in this one. Most of the time, the women lay in the darkness, weeping miserably.

After what she was certain was the longest, worst night of her life, morning slowly came, though the captives, trapped in the dark cell underground, had no way of knowing that until the door to their prison was unlatched and opened. “Wake up, ladies!” Tom called cheerfully, walking into the dungeon. He prodded several of the girls, who were slow to wake up, none too gently, with the toe of his boot.

With a miserable groan, Madeleine struggled to sit up, a far from simple task with chains on her wrists, ankles and neck. She waited as the slaver went down the line, unchaining the girls from the rings in the wall, before standing them to their feet. The glum captives were led out of the cell. The night of bondage had left them, if not completely broken, then cowed enough that any idea of resistance was out of the question.

Back in the main room, the captives were mercifully ungagged and given a few sips of water from a bottle, then promptly regagged. Maddy groaned as the sodden, balled up panties were shoved back into her mouth. The panel gag was put back on and the leather straps were tightened once more, forcing the thick rubber plug deeper into her mouth. The girls were also allowed, one at a time and under the humiliating gaze of one of the slavers, to use the dungeon’s single, dirty toilet. Then the slaves were once more chained into a line, now eight girls long, and led up the stairs.

Outside, the horse trailer had been driven away. In its place was a small moving truck. The truck had been backed up as close as possible to the door, the rear door opened and a ramp extended into the building. There was little chance to the captive girls being seen as they were hustled, one after another, up the ramp and into the back of the truck. The slaves were forced to kneel, and then lie down on their bellies on the floor of the vehicle. The collar chains joining the girls were clipped to rings bolted to the floor of the truck, preventing them from rising.

Tom bent over Madeleine and grabbed the short chain joining the cuffs on her ankles together. He pulled on it, forcing her to bend her legs back further and further until he secured the chain to the same ring on the leather belt around the teen’s waist her wrists were locked to, with another padlock. The young girl whimpered into her gag at the strain of the hogtie. As the other girls were swiftly secured the same way, she felt her legs and back stiffening, after only a few minutes stretched like this, but she was awfully aware that she might be kept secured like this for hours, even all day, as they were brought further and further along their journey into slavery.

With the last girl hogtied, the slavers left the truck. The door was lowered, plunging them into darkness. A moment later, the girls heard the truck engine rumble to life. Their prison shook as it lurched forward, pulling out into the street and driving away…

The ride in the truck was a repeat of the day before, only worse. Then, Madeleine had been in shock from her sudden kidnapping, and paralyzed with fear of the unknown fate awaiting her. Now, the teen was numb with the awful truth of what was going to happen to her and the knowledge that there was nothing she could do that would change anything. Tightly hogtied, closely tethered to the floor of the van, the young woman could only whimper miserable and squirm helplessly in her bonds. On either side of her, the other girls were doing the same, their naked bodies pressed together, rubbing against one another. As the day wore on, it grew hot in the back of the truck and it wasn’t long before all of them were covered all over in sweat. Behind the horrid gag, the panties stuffed in Madeleine’s mouth quickly sucked up every drop of saliva, leaving her throat parched with thirst. She gagged on the sour taste of the underwear.

The captive teen prayed the truck would be pulled over for speeding, a busted taillight, anything, and the women would be found, but no such luck. At what she presumed was mid-day, the captives felt the truck stop. For a moment, the teen thought they had arrived at their destination, but the doors remained shut. The slavers had stopped to fill up the gas tank and grab some lunch. After half an hour, they were back on the road, traveling.

She guessed it was about evening when the truck stopped next and this time, the two slavers walked around the back of the truck, unlocked the trailer door and opened it. Along with the other girls, Madeleine groaned in relief at the prospect of being let out of the truck, even if it was only to be led to another cage. Chained down, the teen hadn’t been able to sand, or even raise her head from the ground in what had to have been ten or twelve hours. The tight hogtie she was secured in had left her back and legs extremely sore. She wriggled her hands and feet, grunting into her gag as the slavers went to work unchaining the captive girls from the floor of the trailer.

Maddy felt hands go to her waist. The padlock linking her ankle cuffs to the belt around her waist was unlocked. She groaned through her gag as she was able to stretch her body out for the first time since being locked in the truck that morning. The man next went to unlocked her collar from the ring bolted to the floor. Grabbing Madeleine, he lifted the teenage girl onto shaky feet.

She stood still as the chain at her collar was reattached to the collar of the girl in front of her. As the captive behind her was released and stood up, her collar was likewise joined to the back of Madeleine’s collar. When the last girl was on her feet, one of the slavers grabbed the leash of the captive at the front of the coffle and got her moving forward with a sharp tug. Behind her, the rest of the slave coffle shuffled forward, heads bowed.

As she stepped out into the ramp, Madeleine got a glimpse of her surroundings. A wide open plain stretched out in front of her while on the horizon, mountains and plateaus dominated the black skyline, reddened by the setting sun. The ground was brownish dust, covered by scrub and low, thorny trees, darkened by the deepening shadows of night.

“We must have come south and west…” Madeleine thought to herself. “New Mexico…or maybe Nevada.” She shivered with fright, thinking how far from home she’d been taken. Was there any chance she’d ever see it again?

The truck had pulled off the side of a worn, two-lane road, stretching off in either direction past where the teen could see in the fading light. A couple yards away was a rundown old shack, a dark shadow among the prairie. That was where the coffle of girls was being led. There were no other buildings in sight. “Is this our final destination?” Madeleine thought with rising fear as the slaver at the front of the coffle knocked on the battered wooden door. It opened into a dark black portal that the man seemed to disappear into. The girl at the head of the line shuffled, dejectedly forward and was instantly swallowed up by the blackness, save for her chain, which tugged the next captive along after her.

Madeleine whimpered into her gag, in fright, but the unyielding pressure from the chain at her throat dragged her forward against her will. She could either shuffle forward or be dragged along. As she neared the door, she saw that thick black draped had been hung just inside the door. She stepped through them into a brightly lit room.

The shack was a single, large space, with rough wooden walls and a dirty wooden floor. Thick wooden beams held up the roof. The windows, boarded up on the outside, had also had black draped hung, to keep any light inside from leaking out and betraying this place to passers-by. On the far wall, opposite the door, was a long row of metal cages, each big enough to, just barely, accommodate a single helpless occupant. About half the cages were already occupied, a miserable, naked young woman tied up and gagged, peering through the bars of each one, watching with eyes widened by fear as the newcomers were led into the room.

“Another way station.” Madeleine thought, recognizing the same, general, layout as the rundown old building in whose basement the teen had spent her first awful night in slavery. Anxiously, she wondered how many buildings, just like this one, there were around the country, where these cruel men could keep their innocent victims caged up until it was time to move them on to the next stage of their awful journey into slavery. That such a thing could be going on, unknown to her and the hundreds, if not thousands of other poor girls until they found themselves abducted into this secret nightmare world of slavery, left her mind boggling.

In the center of the room was a wooden table, with half a dozen wooden chairs around it. Seated at the table were three burly men. They had out a worn deck of playing cards and were playing what looked like poker. One of them, a heavy-set bald man, glanced to the door as Madeleine and the other girls were led into the room.

“Well well…” He said with a grin, he and his buddies leering at the trembling, naked captives. “Where are these lovely bitches from?” He asked.

“Here and there…” Tom replied, walking to a rack on which was hung a ring of keys. “A ways north and east. Taking them down to the casino. They need some fresh bodies there and they pay good.” He unlocked the first empty cage. The girl at the front of the coffle was unchained from the rest and forced in. As he moved down to the next cage, he glanced at the other captives huddling inside. “Nice load of slaves you got here. Where’d they come from?”

“Big raid on a college sorority. Grabbed them the other night.” The other slaver replied.

“I heard they were planning something like that.” Tom said. He grabbed Maddy and pushed the teen to her knees. Glumly, she crawled forward into the cramped space of the cage. As she squirmed, turning around, the man slammed the cage door shut, locking her in. “How’d it go?”

“Easy as pie. Slipped in a couple hours before dawn, while everyone was sleeping. Snatched them all out of their beds. Had them hogtied in the back of the truck before they knew what happened.” He said with a laugh.

The last sobbing girl was caged up. Tom and Jim went to the table and sat down. A slaver with arms covered in lewd tattoos dealt them into the next hand. For the better part of an hour, the slavers played for five-dollar ante, now grumbling, now cheering as their luck went back and forth with each hand. Madeleine curled up in the corner of her cage, trying without much luck to find a comfortable spot to lie down. The tiny cell didn’t even give her enough space to stretch out completely or even sit up.

“God I’m bored…” One of the men said, tossing his cards in, rather than match the previous bet. The man to his left grunted a reply, tossing a couple bucks into the modest pot.

“Got a better idea for something to do, Slim?” One of his partners replied.

The first slaver, Slim, waved his hands towards the cages of naked women. “We’ve got all this fine pussy lying around. We ought to be able to have some fun with them.”

“Come on, Slim.” Tom told him. “You know the higher ups don’t like us delivering used goods.”

“Yeah, they’ll bitch and moan alright…but how ‘bout this: You guys pick two of our girls, we’ll pick two of you guys were hauling. We’ll deal one more hand. The loser’s girls get fuck and the winners don’t get chewed out by the boys upstairs.”

The other slavers nodded, thinking this over. “Alright, that’s a fair wager.” Tom replied. “You’re on.” He stood up from the table and went to the cages. Moans of terror went up from the captive women as he peered through the bars at them. None of them wanted to be chosen, but they were helpless to influence the selection in anyway. The women could only sob and pray someone else was picked.

“Let’s see…you and…um…how ‘bout you.” The two women in question, one a short, timid blonde girl, the other a tall, curvy coed with long auburn hair, wailed and sobbed as the cage doors were opened and they were dragged out. Tom stood the two trembling captives by the table.

Meanwhile, Slim went to make his pick. In her cage, Madeleine cringed, whimpering into her gag as the leering face peered into her tiny prison, eyeing her naked body lustily. He made it to the end of the row and went back down.      

“Her…” He said and a girl, moaning with fright, was dragged out of the cage to be stood beside the other girls selected for tonight’s “entertainment”. “…and her.” The slaver was standing in front of Madeleine’s cage, pointing a finger at her. The teen whimpered into her gag, shaking her head in disbelief as she realized she’d been chosen. She shrank back, huddling up against the back wall of the cage as the door was unlocked and opened. She squirmed but couldn’t stop the slavers from reaching in and pulling her out.

“Yes…you’ll do nicely…” The slaver said, reaching with one hand to quickly grope Madeleine’s naked breasts. The helpless captive hung her head, sobbing as she was led over to the other girls. The slavers sat down and one of them began dealing out hands.  

For a few minutes, all was quiet. The four captives watched, intently, as the poker players discarded and drew cards. The women knew the awful stakes they had riding on the outcome and the terrible fate that losing meant. After an agonizingly long time, the slavers showed their hands.

“Pair of jacks…got nothing…two pair…couple’a fours…” The men rattled off their hands, one at a time. “Straight.” Tom said, laying down his cards on the table. The other group of slavers groaned in disappointment, while the two girls from their captives wailed in terror. They knew that they would now be forced to service the lustful needs to all of these cruel men, and whatever other indignities the slavers decided to inflict on them tonight.

Madeleine and the other lucky girl were led back to their cages. “Don’t get too comfortable, ladies.” Tom taunted the girls as he unlocked the doors to their cages. “You’ll get plenty of this soon enough after we deliver you to your new owners tomorrow.”

Meanwhile, the unfortunate coeds had been bent over the poker table on either side, facing each other. There legs were roughly lashed to the table legs with rope. This position left them with their rears thrust up into the air, legs spread wide, leaving their naked sexes completely exposed and accessible to the slavers.

Madeleine turned her head, shutting her eyes and Tom and Jim, the winners, lined up behind the trembling captives, ready to be the first ones to rape the girls. Maddy couldn’t shut out the sound of the girls’ indignant squeals as they were first penetrated. The two men grunted in pleasure, pounding away, their victims’ squeals and screams eventually giving way to broken moans.

Sobbing quietly in her cage, Madeleine curled up in the back corner and did her best to shut out the awful sounds of the slavers and their fun that went on for some time…