“Come in!” The Police Chief barked at the sound of the knock on his office door. He looked up from his paperwork as it opened and the other officer came in. She was worth looking at: tall, red haired and filled out her smart blue uniform in all the right ways. She stepped forward and snapped off a parade drill salute. If she was aware the Chief’s eyes were more towards her chest then her bright green eyes and eager young face, she didn’t let on.

“Officer Kelly reporting as ordered, sir!” She said in a clear, high voice.

“At ease officer.” The chief replied, returning the salute. “I understand you’ve been asking for a new assignment? Tired of parking duty, eh officer?”

“Not at all sir! I just think I could be of use to the force on bigger cases.” She replied, a little defensively. “I’ve been out of the academy almost two years now sir. I think I’m ready for a case of my own.”

“Then your in luck, officer!” The chief replied. “I’ve got just the case for you.” He reached down and opened a drawer in his desk, pulling out a thick manila folder, which he set down on the desk. “For the last couple of years, we’ve been tracking a major kidnapping ring operating in the area. They seem to strike every couple of months and usually abduct young women from wealthy families.” He opened the file, which was stuffed with case reports. Pinned to the reports were photographs of the missing women.

“Ransom?” Officer Kelly asked, looking at one. Beside the portrait of the missing woman, a pretty brunette, there was another showing the same girl. She was seated in a chair...somewhere. It looked to be a storeroom of sorts. She’d been stripped down to her underwear and was lashed to the chair with rope. A strip was tied between her lips above which a pair of tear filled eyes looked up at the cameraman. Next to the obligatory newspaper, showing when the picture had been taken, a handwritten note read: “$20,000 by Friday if you want to see her again.”

“Most of the time. If the ransom isn’t paid, or if the families try to contact the police, the women disappear completely. We think they’re trafficked into the international white slave trade. In a few cases, no ransom demands are made, the girls just disappear. We think in those cases they were targeted specifically to sell. In a few cases, we’ve been able to track them to offshore slave auctions.”

He flipped through the cases, pulling out another one. Among the photos were several black and white, grainy pictures that seemed to have been taken from a hidden camera. They showed a crowded room, with a stage at one side. A young woman stood at the front of the stage, stripped naked, gagged, hands tied. A man stood beside her, calling something out to the crowd. “An undercover agent took those at a slave auction in Bucharest. Unfortunately by the time the local police were able to put together a force and raid the area the slavers had moved out, along with all of the girls. We haven’t been able to locate any of them since.”

“What do you need me to do, sir?” Kelly asked.

“If the kidnapping ring continue their usual pattern, they’ll be looking for a new victim soon. You mission will be to go undercover and try to attract their attention.” The chief reached behind his desk and grabbed a paper sack. Lifting it up, he handed it across the desk to her. “Here’s what you will be wearing, as well as several locations we believe they may be watching, looking for vulnerable targets. Don’t worry, the outfit is wired for both sound and tracking, so we’ll be monitoring you at all times.”

Kelly looked up from the open bag and the outfit inside, her cheeks showing the faintest blush. “We, sir? Who else is assigned to this case?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, officer.” The Chief replied. “We believe the reason this kidnapping ring has been so successful for so long is because they have an inside man, feeding them information. So until we can track them down, we can’t take any chances. No one is to know you’re working on this case, understand? As far as anyone is concerned, you’re still assigned to traffic duty.”

“Got it! I won’t let you down sir!” Kelly snapped off another parade-ground salute.

“I know you won’t. Now get out there and catch those kidnappers!” The Chief watched as Kelly took the bag and left the office, enjoying how her fine ass worked the uniform pants she was wearing. “Too bad I won’t get to see her in that outfit…” He said under his breath, grinning. He spent a few seconds fantasizing before returning to his paperwork…

Late that evening, most of the day shift had gone home for the evening, replaced by the smaller night shift. The Chief was still in his office, burning the midnight oil. His phone buzzed. “Finally.” He said, reaching for his phone. “It’s about time.” He glanced at the screen. The message read: “Target secured. No problems.”

Grinning, he tapped out a reply. “What do you think? Will she do?”

“See for yourself.” The message came back, followed by a picture attachment. The Chief checked to make sure no one was close to his office before opening the attachment. He looked down at the phone, grinning.

Officer Kelly was standing in a rundown storeroom, much like the one from the picture he’d shown her, earlier that afternoon. For all he knew, it was the same storeroom. The young policewoman was looking pretty sorry for herself. Her face had a bewildered expression on, as if she couldn’t believe the situation she found herself in, was frantically wondering where it all went wrong.

For starters, she’d lost the skimpy red evening dress the Chief had given her. His disappointment at not getting to see her in it was mollified a good deal by the fact that her underwear had vanished along with it, though a telltale bulge around her checks hinted at where her panties might have ended up. A spotlight was turned on the young woman so her naked figure practically shone in the dark, dingy storeroom she was in.

Kelly’s hands had been handcuffed, her own, the Chief guessed, in front of her. The chain had been slipped over an industrial hook, connected to a wire and an electric winch. She’d then been raised up, until her bare feet, tied together at the ankles with what was probably one of the stockings she’d been wearing, just barely touched the cold concrete floor. The rest of her body was stretched out taut. The second stocking had been knotted in the center and tied across her mouth, to keep the panty gag in.

“Very nice.” The Chief messaged back. “When do you think she’ll sell?”

“Be a while. She has spirit. Will take some time to break. Maybe the auction next month. You’ll get your finders fee then.”

“Understood. Will let you know when I find another girl.” The Chief messaged back and put his phone away. It would be a while. Too many naive rookies like poor Kelly disappearing, people would start to notice. But there’s always be the occasional gal in lockup he could work up some paperwork, make her disappear. Speaking of which…

The Chief returned his attention to the paperwork on his desk. One last thing he needed to finish before the end of the day. The transfer request from one Officer Kelly. Good cop, lot of potential but just got fed up writing tickets in a town where nothing ever happened, transferred to an outfit in the big city where she’d get all the action she wanted.

His accomplice in the kidnapping ring at that station would make the paperwork disappear so no one would notice if she failed to show up at her new posting. No one would know, or care she’d been tricked and betrayed into the clutches of a ruthless kidnapping ring, trafficked out of the country to start a new life of slavery...