“Hey, I’m heading to the library to get some schoolwork done.” Andrea announced, walking into the room. Andrea was a 21-year old Puerto-Rican girl working her way towards Med school, currently home for Spring Break. Between classes, she played soccer and ran track, a fact which showed in her tall, lithe, athletic body. Her outfit, a thin white t-shirt and a pair of light blue shorts helped to show off her small, but firm bust and her pert round bottom. Her shoulder length dark hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. Slung over her shoulder was a small schoolbag with her textbooks and papers.

“Alright.” Andrea’s younger sister, Lisa, called back from the couch where she was watching TV. At 18, Lisa was a close match for her sister in looks, though she was a bit shorter. Her curly dark hair was parted in pigtails, framing her cute, freckled face. She had on a short denim skirt and a tank top. “Are you walking?”

“Yeah. Mom took the car into town. She’ll be back this evening.” Andrea replied.

“Be careful on the side streets.” Lisa told her. “I heard from Sarah at school that Boundoggle has an operator working in our area. Katy Smith from fourth period Math was absent last Friday. The teacher wouldn’t say it, but everyone thinks she’s been enslaved.”

“I should be fine. Usually plenty of people out walking this time.” Andrea said with a shrug. “You need to worry to. You’re 18 now, which makes you eligible for enslavement as well. Keep the front and back doors locked and don’t answer the door to strangers you don’t know.”

“Yeah yeah…” Lisa replied, waving her hand. Like her older sister, like most of the girls they knew, Lisa had gotten the talk from her mother on what to do to avoid helping fill some slaver’s quota for the month.  

For as long as they could remember, the professional slavers of Boundoggle and the other slaving companies had just been a part of life. Women of their mother’s and grandmother’s generations could remember a time before the slave laws were passed, but as long as Andrea and Lisa could remember, it was just a given. Growing up, they knew once they came of age they might find themselves targeted by a hunter for enslavement. There wasn’t much one could do, but hope it wouldn’t happen to them.

With a wave, Andrea walked out of the room. Lisa heard the door open and shut again. She turned her attention back to the TV. On screen, a number of hot coeds in skimpy bikinis were gyrating on a beach to the generic strains of some forgettable pop song. From off screen, a number of men wearing jumpsuits bearing the Boundoggle logo jumped into view. The coeds gave an exaggerated cry of alarm and fled from the slavers.

“It’s Boundoggle’s annual Spring Break Slave Roundup!” The commercial voice-over proudly declared. “Our experienced hunters are scouring the beaches for the hottest babes for your benefit!” One of the slavers walked across the screen, a bikini-clad girl slung over his shoulder. He turned and flashed a grin at the camera. His captive also turned, giving an exaggerated hang-dog expression as she was carried by. Lisa doubted anyone who actually found themselves in a slaver’s clutches could be so nonchalant about her impending enslavement.

“From the beach straight to our modern, up-to-date training facility!” The narrator continued. The camera cut to a van. The slavers stood on either side of the door, smiling at the camera. Inside, the coeds, now bound and gagged, gave another look of mock fright to the camera as the door, the Boundoggle logo prominently painted on, slammed shut.

Another cut, to a cell block. The camera panned across rows of small slave cages. Inside, naked young women and girls knelt, hands and feet shackled. They whimpered into the heavy gags silencing them. Their terrified looks proved these weren’t actresses pretending, but actual slaves caught by Boundoggle’s hunters.

“This is our best year yet!” The narrator continued in the same, ecstatic tone. “Our dungeons and holding cells are overflowing with quality slaves that must be sold! Come down to your local Boundoggle showroom for amazing offers on hot young slaves! This 19-year old blonde bombshell…” The screen showed a slave secured to a display rack, arms raised over her head, legs spread wide, chest thrust out. “Valued at $17,000, sold for just $12K! This 23-year old Asian beauty, trained as a secretary, valued at $22,000 sold for $15K! This Latino, a $19,000 slave, now just $13K! Hurry now before these amazing deals slip through your fingers!” Lisa grabbed the remote and shut the TV off.

As the sound of the TV cut off, Lisa’s ears picked up the sound of a truck coming down the street. Jumping to her feet, the teen ran to the window in time to see the mail truck passing by the house. “Wonder if my package has arrived.” She thought, going to the front door. A few days ago, she’d ordered a couple cute outfits online and was eagerly awaiting their arrival.

To her disappointment, when she got to the mailbox, all it held was junkmail. She idly flipped through it as she walked back up the pathway to the front door. A stack of bills for their mother, a couple magazines for Andrea, a few advertisements for various colleges addressed to Lisa. The teen dropped the stack off at the front table and idly kicked the door shut with her foot before returning to the living room.

When she turned the TV back on, the station was showing the Boundoggle ad again, so she grabbed the remote and flicked through the stations. “We now return to America’s Top Slaves! With only a few weeks to go until our celebrity slave auction, things are heating up for our lovely contestants!”    

With a sigh, Lisa switched off the TV and got up from the couch. The teen walked across the room to the door to the kitchen. Idly, she went to the pantry and started rummaging around for a snack. While she was trying to decide whether she felt more like chips or a toaster pastry, Lisa heard the front door of the house open and someone come in. She paid it little heed, figuring Andrea had come back to grab a book or something else she had forgotten.

“Hey, you’re back from the library early, sis. Did you forget-Oh My God!” As Lisa walked back into the living room, chips in hand, her eyes widened as she spotted a tall, burly stranger walking into the living room from the other direction. He looked to be in his mid-thirties and he was dressed in a non-descript black t-shirt and jeans. A pair of mirrored shaded and a ball cap obscured his features as well as a balaclava.

At the teenage girl’s cry of surprise, the man dropped the black duffel bag he was carrying. With surprising speed, he crossed the rest of the room to where she was standing. Before the stunned girl could think to flee, the man was on her. As she turned to run, strong arms grabbed her and dragged her back. One went around her torso, pinning her arms to her side. The other clamped a gloved hand tight over Lisa’s mouth, silencing her scream of terror.

The teen girl struggled, but her efforts made no impression against the tight grip the intruder had on her. Unfazed by her efforts to wriggle free, the man dragged his helpless captive over to the couch. Lisa was roughly shoved onto the couch, face down on a pillow. Before she could get up, the man was on her again. One knee kept her pinned down, uncomfortably. His hands meanwhile, grabbed Lisa’s flailing hands. She groaned as her arms were twisted painfully behind her back. The teen gave a muffled whimper of fear as she felt a plastic zip-tie being slipped around her wrists. It was pulled tight, the hard plastic digging into her soft skin, trapping her hands together, palm to palm. A second later, her ankles were similarly secured.

“Ah! Let me go, you bastard!” Lisa cried as she was rolled over onto her back.

“I don’t think so.” The man said with a grin. From the back pocket of his jeans he pulled out a laminated card. Lisa’s went pale. “oh shit…” she said quietly as she saw it was a Boundoggle Slaving License. Too late, she remembered she had forgotten to lock the front door when she came back in from the mailbox.

“That’s right.” The man told her. "By law as an operative of the company Boundoggle I am legally enslaving you. From this moment on, all your rights as a free woman are forfeited. You are now the property of Boundoggle until your ultimate sale."

“No! Please!” Lisa begged, squirming against her bonds on the couch. “You can’t do this! I’m about to graduate this spring! I have plans! I’m going to have a career! I don’t want to be a slave!” She shook her head, tears welling up.

“Not any more. As far as the law is concerned, from this moment on, you’re nothing but a slave.” The man told her in a gruff tone. “What you want doesn’t matter anymore, Lisa. All you need to concern yourself with is doing what your told.”

The shock of hearing her name from the slaver stopped Lisa’s panicked struggle for a moment. “How does he know me name? Has he been watching me? Planning this?” But if that was the case, then he must also know about Andrea…

The man grinned, seeing the look of horrified realization on Lisa’s face. “That’s right, your sister will be coming to. The local office has had her on file to grab for some time. We were just waiting for you to became eligible, so we could grab both of you. Sisters always sell for a premium. Now…” he said, sitting down beside the frightened teen. “You said your sister was out? Why don’t we send a text and tell her to hurry on over…” His hands slid over Lisa’s squirming body, feeling her waist and her bum until he found her cellphone and slipped it out.

“no…please no!” Lisa begged, shaking her head. Her pleas went ignored as the slaver quickly tapped out a message. He held the phone up to show it to her: “Come Home Quickly. Need 2 Show U Something-Lisa.” With a chuckle, the slaver hit the button to send the text message. It didn’t take long for the reply to come back. “On my way. Be home in 20 minutes.” Lisa gave a quiet sob as the man read the message off.

“Well…” He said, cheerfully. “Looks like we’ve got twenty minutes to kill. How shall we spend the time?” Lisa cringed, whimpering as the man reached down to grab the hem of her top…

***  

“Hey, I’m back!” Andrea called out, stepping through the front door. “What’s so important you couldn’t just have called me, I needed to walk all the way back here from the library?” She waited a second, but didn’t hear a reply from her sister. “Lisa?” She asked, curiously. Setting her book bag down by the front door, the coed started walking towards the living room.

In the living room, Andrea’s calls stirred Lisa. The teen had been seated on one of the hard wooden chairs taken from the kitchen by her captor. Her feet had been lashed to the front two legs at the ankles and upper calves with coils of white rope taken from the slaver’s bag. Her legs were forced to spread wide open, giving a clear view through her short skirt to the white cotton band of her panties between the captive girl’s legs.

Another long length of rope had been used to tie Lisa’s hands in front of her. They were then raised over and behind her head. The free end of the rope was run down the back of the chair and tied off to a thick wooden rod connecting the back two legs. Her chest was stretched out and thrust forward by this pose. The slaver had taken the opportunity to hike up Lisa’s top, revealing her bra and exposing her firm, very ticklish belly to his probing fingers.

“Nnneeeaa!!! Uuuunnn!!! Eeeettt oooohhhht!!!” Lisa screamed, as loud as she could. That was not much more than a quiet whimper. The captive’s mouth was covered by several strips of duct tape. Beneath the silver band, her cheeks bulged. The slaver had removed the teen’s socks and stuffed them into her mouth.

“Lisa? Lisa are you all right?” Andrea’s worried voice came into the living room, growing louder as she hurried closer. Lisa whimpered into her gag. All her muffled warning had accomplished was to lure her sister straight into the slaver’s trap.

Andrea’s eyes widened in shock and horror as she stepped through the doorway and saw her younger sister bound and gagged. She opened her mouth, but before she could cry out, the slaver stepped out of hiding and came up behind her. The coed was grabbed the same was Lisa had been. The teen sobbed, a helpless spectator as her sister was quickly overpower and bound the same way she had been not long before. When he had his newest captive secured, the slaver pulled out his slaving license and showed it to Andrea. “By law, as an operative of the company Boundoggle, I am legally enslaving you. From this moment on, all your rights as a free woman are forfeited. You are now the property of Boundoggle until your sale.”

“No…this…this can’t be happening.” Andrea said quietly to herself, shaking her head. Her mind couldn’t process what had just happened. She had just been enslaved! Like that, she and her sister had lost their freedom and were now slaves.

The slaver, meanwhile, walked back over to Lisa. He ripped the tape off her lips. With more than a little relief, the teen spat out the sodden socks, filling her mouth as the slaver bent down and untied her legs from the chair. He untied the rope connecting her hands to the back of the chair, but left her wrists tied in front of her. Tugging on the rope, he dragged the teen to her feet and pushed her towards the couch where her sister was struggling feebly against the zip-ties binding her hand and foot.

As Lisa stumbled forward, the man’s other hand slipped underneath her skirt and fondled her bottom through the thin fabric of her panties. She jerked away, turning to the man angrily. “Bastard!” She said sharply. The slaver responded by roughly grabbing the young woman. She gave a quiet wail of fright as he turned her around and smacked the side of her face with his palm. The blow wasn’t hard, but she wasn’t expecting it.

“Don’t hurt my sister!” Andrea said, struggling to rise from the couch. The slaver pushed Lisa onto the couch and grabbed Andrea, slapping her once on each cheek as well. As with Lisa, he didn’t hit her hard enough to do anything more redden her cheek, but the stinging pain drove home the fact to the women how helpless they were now. He was strong enough to overpower them, even if they hadn’t been securely bound. They could do nothing to stop him. Furthermore, legally, they were his slaves. The company he worked for owned them now. He was allowed to do anything he wanted, short of killing or mutilating them, and no one would care.

The man looked down at the sisters, noting the look of fear in their eyes as they waited, tensely, for his next move. “The two of you need to learn a few things and the faster you learn them, the easier these next few weeks and the rest of your lives, will go. You’re slaves now, you can’t change that. Lesson one: you don’t speak, unless you are asked a question or given permission. Got that, slaves?”

“y-yes.” The two stammered.

“Yes, what?” The slaver said, raising a hand, threateningly.

“Yes…master.” Andrea said, reluctantly. Her sister echoed her a second later. They glanced at each other, unable to believe they had just called this man ‘master.’

“Good. Remember from now on, you will refer to any free person as ‘Master’ or ‘Mistress.’ Second lesson: You don’t own that hot sexy body of yours anymore.” He told Lisa. “And neither do you. I own them. And whoever buys you from Boundoggle will to. If I want to touch my property, I can. If I want to show it off to anyone I want, I can. You have no say in the matter. Understand?”

To drive his point home, the slaver reached down with one hand to grope Lisa’s breast. The teen started to jerk away, but a look from her captor stilled the captive girl. With a quiet whimper, she lay still as he caressed her breast through the thin material of her bra. His other hand went Andrea’s. She sighed, submitting to his touch. She glanced over at her sister, blushing at this indignity. Lisa looked back, her face also red with shame.

“Very good. You two will be a hit when you go to market.” The slaver said, straightening up.

“Now, here’s what going to happen. My van is parked a couple blocks away. In the back is a cage. The two of you are going to go in that cage. There’s nothing you can do to change that.” The two captives whimpered softly at this.

“How you get there depends on you.” He continued. “Option one: In a moment, I will untie you. Both of you will take off all your clothes, then secure each other with the restraints I hand you. I will then go and drive the van back here, and park it in the garage, so no one will see two of you being taken away as slaves. Option two: The two of you decide to disobey, struggle or run away. In that case, I wrestle you to the floor, slap the cuffs on and rip your clothes off myself. I’ll probably slap your tits and pretty asses for a bit, for wasting my time. Then, I’ll drag the two of you out to the van, naked and shackled, in front of everyone, so everyone can see what a pair of dumb bitches look like getting taken away as slaves. Understand? So which will it be?”

“The first one.” Andrea said, quickly adding, “…master” when she remembered lesson one. Lisa nodded, face pale.

“Good.” The slaver drew a knife. Bending over the couch, he quickly cut the zip ties binding Andrea’s hands and feet, then sliced through the knot in the ropes lashing Lisa’s wrists. “Get to it then, slaves.” He ordered, stepping back.

Slowly, Andrea rose to her feet, her sister a second behind her. The two girls glanced at each other, uncertainly. Andrea’s eyes flickered to the door. She wondered if, maybe, she and Lisa could make a run for it. Get out the front door and find someone who could help them. She dismissed the thought. He had already claimed them as slaves for Boundoggle. Legally, they were as much in bondage as when he had them tied up. Even if they might escape, they would only be recaptured as escaped slaves and punished severely for it. Whatever happened now, their old lives were over. Better make the best of their new ones.

The slaver’s eyebrows furrowed, warning the two girls his patience was running out. Before he got angry, Andrea forced herself to grab the hem of her t-shirt and pull it up over her head. Beneath it, she had on a white, cotton bra. Her movement helped stir Lisa over her reluctance. The teen glumly pulled off her tank top. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor around her ankles. Her sister’s shorts joined it a second later. The two hesitated, standing trembling in their underwear in front of the older man.

“Everything!” The slaver ordered sharply. “Slaves don’t wear anything in the training camps.” The sisters whimpered quietly, but did as he told them to, slowly removing the last of their clothes until they stood before him completely bare. “Not bad.” He said, leering at the two naked girls. Their faces red with shame, the two tried, unsuccessfully, to cover themselves with their hands.

“Arms at your sides, slaves!” The man barked. “Slaves should always be on display. You’ll get used to being naked all the time after your training, but in the meantime, restraints will keep you from trying to cover up.” He reached down to his bag. From inside, he pulled out a pair of black ballgags and tossed them to Andrea. She took one, handing the other to her sister. “Put these on, as tight as you can get them.”

Awkwardly, Andrea took the straps of the gag in both hands, raising the ball up to her mouth. She opened her lips as wide as she could, struggling to get them around the large rubber plug. Beside her, Lisa was having similar trouble with her own gag. Eventually, Andrea managed to pop the gag past her teeth. She groaned, the gag muffling her whimpers, already feeling the strain of the gag against her jaws. How long would she be forced to wear this awful gag? She wondered. Working by feeling, she pulled the straps around behind her head and, eventually, threated one strap through the buckle of the other and secured the gag on.

When Lisa had gagged herself as well, the slaver pulled out two pairs of metal shackles. The cuffs were separated by a length of chain a foot long. “Lock these around your ankles.” He ordered, handing them to Andrea. She crouched down and slid one of the open cuffs around her right ankle and closed it, then did the same with her left foot. When Lisa had done the same, they were handed another two pairs of steel shackles. These ones had a shorter chain, a couple inches long. Soon, both girls had their hands cuffed behind their backs.

The slaver pulled out a pair of what looked like short, thick leather belts from his bag of slaving gear. “Let me just check those restraints are tight.” He said, walking over to the two. He gestured for Andrea to turn around. She shuffled in place, presenting her cuffed wrists. “No no no. These are way too loose.” The man said, grabbing one of her hands. Andrea winced, grunting into her gag as he pressed on the cuffs, closing them further, until the metal dug painfully into the soft skin of her wrists. Bending over, he did the same with her ankle fetters. “And this gag is too loose…” He unbuckled the ballgag. Andrea groaned as the straps were pulled tighter, drawing the ball deeper into her mouth and increasing the strain on her jaws. She fought back tears, feeling the discomfort of her gag and bonds as, nearby, Lisa received the same treatment.

“Get used to this. Your bonds should always be this tight, or tighter. If they’re not, it’s because your master doesn’t know how to handle slaves properly.” The slaver told the girls, eliciting more pained whimpers from the slaves. He quickly slipped the collars around each girl’s throat and locked it in place with a metal padlock. “Now, since you two have been such good slaves, I won’t make you walk out to the van, but I will have to secure you so you don’t run off while I go and get it.”

From a pocket, he pulled out a long chain leash. He clipped it to the front of Andrea’s slave collar and threated the chain through the ring on the front of Lisa’s. Tugging on the chain, he dragged the sisters towards the kitchen door. They shuffled after him, moving awkwardly, unused to the unnaturally short gait the ankle hobbles forced them to take. In the kitchen, he walked them over to the oak kitchen table. He tugged on the leash again, ordering the two to kneel. Awkwardly, the sisters sank to the ground as he looped the chain around one leg of the heavy table, locking it on with another padlock.

“Don’t go anywhere!” He teased, then turned and walked out of the room…