Late at night. The black car pulled up to the dark, quiet warehouse. It idled for a moment, it’s engine loud in the otherwise stillness of the night. At a signal, the large double doors of the warehouse slid open and the car pulls through. No sooner did it enter then they swung shut again, closing with shuddering clank.

A figure, dark in the gloom of the interior, gets out of the car. As he walks around to the back of the car, he’s joined by a second figure, an identical shape in the shadows. “Did you get her?” The second shadow asks the first. The first’s response is to reach down and grab the latch to the car’s trunk.

A muffled whimper asks the trunk as it’s swung open. A light inside the trunk comes on, doing little to throw back the gloom of the warehouse, but is more than enough to spotlight the occupant; a young woman curled up inside the cramped prison of the trunk. Her long auburn hair is tied back in a braid hanging over one slender shoulder.

She was clad in a short, light blue nightgown; she’d been in bed, sleeping, when they’d come for her. Her outfit had become disheveled during her struggles in the trunk, one strap had fallen down her arm, revealing a good deal of one small, round breast and the hem of the gown had hiked up, flashing the two shadows with a glimpse of skimpy blue panties.

The young woman squirmed, aware the trunk had been opened, but of little else. A band of dark cloth was bound tightly over her face, covering her eyes, keeping her in the dark. A second band was pulled between her soft, full lips. Beneath it, her cheeks, flushed crimson, bulged slightly. The cloth packed behind the strap of the gag muffled her frightened whimpers. Her arms were tucked behind her back, wrists cross, lashed together tightly with coils of thin, strong cord. Further down, her feet were folded back, bound at the ankles with more of the same. A length of cord ran between them, bending the captive back into a strict hogtie.

The second shadow reaches into a pocket and pulls a switchblade out, flicking the knife open as he leans over, reaching into the trunk. Sensing the approach of the blade, the captive shrinks back, but between her bonds and the tight space of the trunk, there’s nowhere for her to escape to. Reaching behind her, the man slices through the cord hogtying her. A groan of relief escapes the band of her gag as the pressure on her arms and shoulders is released. It turns to an indignant squeal as the two men grab her trembling body and start to lift her out of the trunk. They are not shy about feeling up her slender figure.

“You knew what the penalty for failure would be, Jax.” One of the men says in a gruff voice. They turn their captive over, lowering her onto her feet. Her bare soles touch cold concrete underfoot and she shivers. “A lot of people are disappointed in you.” The man continues, grabbing the young woman by her upper arm. He tugs on it, leading Jax away from the car. With her ankles bound, the captive woman has to half-hop, half-shuffle in the direction her captor takes her.

“We thought a simple punishment would do the trick…” the man continued, leading Jax through the warehouse. “But this is the…what, third, fourth time? Time to cut our losses.” Jax’s struggles take on a new intensity, as her fright increases.

A dozen yards or so from the car, the trio stop. A small stage is set up, with lights and camera facing a raised, square platform. As one of the men lifts Jax onto the small stage, the other finds a remote. As he presses a button, a quiet ‘whirr’ fills the empty warehouse. A cable descendes, ending in a cargo hook. The switch blade is brought out again and the ropes binding Jax’s hands are cut. Before she can enjoy this brief freedom, they are pulled in front of her. A pair of steel handcuffs are locked around her wrists and ratcheted closed. The captice winces, grunting into her gag as the unyielding metal presses into her soft skin. Taking the chain joining the cuffs in hand, the man raises them up, forcing Jax to raise her arms over her head. He loops the chain over the end of the hook.

When it’s secured, his companion pushes another button. The cable begins to retract, raising the hook and Jax along with it. Her muffled grunts become more desperate as her arms are pulled to their limit. She goes to the balls of her feet, then her tiptoes. Just before she is completely lifted off the ground the man stops. He lowers the hook a fraction of an inch, leaving the helpless woman perched, precariously on her tiptoes, her body stretched out completely.

“What we’re going to do…” The man continued, addressing the squirming prisoner. “Is hold a little auction. See how much we can get for you.” Jax gives another cry of fright at this announcement. “We went around and found a few people who wanted the opportunity to bid on you and set up a little online auction.” Stepped behind the platform, the man reached up and untied the know of Jax’s blindfolded. Whipping away the cloth, he directed her eyes, blinking in the sudden brightness of the stage lights, towards the camera.

“You’ve got about two dozen of the kinkiest, most sadistic, slave owners in the world watching you right now, so give them a nice smile.” He teased, enjoying the look of fright on Jax’s face. The young woman grunted through her gag, desperately, but even if she wasn’t gagged, there was nothing she could say that would get her out of being sold tonight.

“We’re live!” The second man said, from his position by the camera. “Already getting some bids now.”

“Here that, Jax!” The first man taunted. “You’re really popular. All those guys who want to own you.” He stepped around in front of the stage giving the captive a leering grin. “Of course, it would be unfair to expect them to pay without seeing everything they’re going to be buying right?” He paused a moment, letting Jax figure out his meaning.

After a second’s thought, she did. Her cheeks flushed red with shame at the thought. She shook her head, grunting frantically into her gag, but there was nothing she could do. The switchblade came out again, in two quick motions cutting the straps of Jax’s nightgown. With a tug, her captor pulled the ruined outfit down, letting it fall to the stage around her tight bound ankles. Her panties followed an instant later. A cut on either side and the scrap of cloth was whisked away, leaving Jax completely naked.

“Getting a lot of bids now!” The second slaver said, excitedly. “They like what they see!”

“I think they’d like it even more if you dance for them.” The first replied. He patted Jax on her naked bottom, eliciting another outraged squeal from the captive. “Come on, dance!” He punctuated this with a hard spanking slap, which made her jump in place yelping into the gag. Laughing, the slaver spanked her again, and again.

Over the next hour, Jax had her naked body spanked, pinch, groped and squeezed in every possible spot, all captured by the camera’s relentless stare. Each new indignity was rewarded by the onlookers with a flurry of bids. It was almost a relief to the young woman when the bids finally slacked off. With one last slap across her bottom, the slavers conceded. “Going once…twice…sold!” The first one announced, grinning as his captive gave a quiet sob. “Now, to get this little slave packed up and shipped off to meet her new owner…”

Using the remove, the hook suspending Jax was lowered, bringing some relief to the young woman’s aching shoulders. That relief was short lived. Her hands were unshackled, only to be immediately retied behind her back. The bonds on her wrists and ankles were supplemented by yards and yard of rope. Her elbows were forced together and bound, more ropes circled her torso in an elaborate weave, crushing her naked breasts in their tight embrace as they pinner her arms firmly against her back. More rope bound her legs, above and below her knees.

Grabbing the helpless Jax, one of the slavers bent the slave over his knee while his partner came up behind her. She squealed into her gag as a massive phallus, well-greased, was shoved into her sex. A second, slightly smaller, phallus joined it in her anus. “Something to keep you entertained on your flight.” The slaver taunted, flipping a pair of switches on the intruders. Jax squealed again as both suddenly buzzed into life. A tight crotchrope ensured the plugs would not come out anytime soon.

Next, one of the slavers brought out a heavy, leather bondage hood. He inverted it, revealing a thick, rubber penis gag secured inside. His partner untied Jax’s gag, pulling out the three pairs of wadded up panties they’d stuffed in her mouth, to make room for the new gag. He held her head in place, forcing her mouth open, as the hood’s gag was lined up and slid between her lips. The rest of the hood was then pulled over Jax’s head, plunging her into darkness. She groaned as straps on the outside of the hood were tightened, pressing the stiff leather tight against her head.

The final part of her bondage was a collar, tall, stiff, made of thick, padded leather. At the front was a ring, hung with a metal tag. Etched into the tag was a checkerboard pattern design. As it was pulled around Jax’s throat and belted snug, she found it difficult, if not impossible, to turn her head anymore, while wearing the stiff posture collar.

Helpless, the young woman was lifted up again by her captors. She was carried a short distance away before being set down. She could feel padding on three sides of her and beneath it, the hard boards of a wooden crate. A quiet moan of desperation rose from the packing crate as the lid was lowered into place and nailed shut. Inside, Jax could only squirm, helpless, teased by the relentless vibrations of the twin plugs inside her, as she listened to the sounds of the hammer. When they finished, she felt her wooden prison shift to one side, as it was lifted on a handcard and carried to the waiting truck that would deliver her to her new owner…