Sally sat on the bench in the county jail cell, glowering across the narrow space at her best friend Holly. “This is all your fault.” She thought, bitterly. They two had been out, having a good time on a Friday evening. Sure, they’d had a little to drink, ok more than a little, but Holly had insisted she was good to drive. They didn’t need to call a cab. Sure enough, they’d gotten pulled over when her swerving got too noticeable.

In hindsight, trying to talk their way out of the ticket was a bad idea, as was Holly propositioning the officer if he’d let them go with a verbal warning. Getting mad and insulting him when he’d refused had definitely been a bad idea. Now the two found themselves in the drunk tank on a Friday Night, or more accurately a Saturday morning, sometime before dawn.

Despite that, Holly hadn’t seemed worried. Her father had connections, he’d send the family lawyer over pronto and he’d make sure all of this was swept under the rug. Sally was more worried what she’d tell her mom and dad when they found out about this. Sure, she’d been nothing but a spectator to all of this, but it wouldn’t stop the chewing out she’d get, she was sure of it.

“Speaking of which...where the hell is that lawyer? Or anyone, for that matter?” Sally thought to herself. She turned and peered through the bars. The cell they’d been locked in was in an isolated part of the jail. The cells on either side of them were empty. The halls were eerily silent and they hadn’t seen anyone come by since the arresting officer had locked them in here. Sure it was...she didn’t know maybe three...four in the morning, but this was county jail. Surely there was a night shift, someone to swing by every half hour or so, make sure they weren’t trying to escape, right?

Then, from down the hallway, around a corner, there was a clang, as the heavy steel door to this cellblock opened and closed with a clatter. Footsteps echoed off the concrete floor and walls as someone...make that two someones approaching. They were talking, Sally recognized one as the police officer who had pulled them over and arrested them.

“Here they are. These are the two I was talking about. Caught them drunk driving out on the highway. You should have been the blonde trying to come on to me, but be careful, she’s got a mean tongue when she’s angry.”

“Oh don’t worry. I know how to handle that.” The other man replied. As they rounded the corner, Sally could see the other person was a man, in his late thirties she’d guess, dressed in a dark jacket and pants. His face was lined with a grey stubble. She didn’t like the look of him, or the one he gave the two young woman in the cell as they stopped in front of it.

“So what do you think?” The officer said, waving at the two. “Are they what you’re looking for.”

The other man nodded. “Sure. They’ll do just fine. What do you say to 20?”

“20? Come on man, you know what would happen if anyone found out about this, I’m sticking my neck out and you know I don’t do that for anything less then 50.”

Numbers flew back and forth between the two men. In their half inebriated state, it took the two girls a moment to figure out what was going on. The two men were haggling over something, and that something was them.

“Right then. 35 it is. You’ll get your payment tomorrow.” The other man said. “Sure no one will miss them?”

“No worries. No one saw me bring them in and I never bothered reporting when I stopped them. Far as the system is concerned, they don’t exist. Just take them out the door you came in, this time of night no one’s there.”

“What’s going on here?” Sally said, fearfully. “What are you doing?” The two girls shrank back as the officer produced a set of keys and unlocked the cell door. As he opened it, he drew his nightstick.

“What do you think? I’m selling you to this guy. He buys a lot of girls off me.” The officer replied, tapping the stick in his open palm. “Now, don’t bother struggling and don’t bother screaming. This part of the jail is seperate from the rest. No one will hear you.”

Sally and Holly didn’t believe him. They both started screaming, but true to his word, no one came to their rescue. The two men grabbed them, spinning the girls around and forcing them up against the cell wall. In no time, their hands were locked into standard police issue handcuffs.

The ballgags that were jammed into their mouths, silencing their screams were probably not standard police issue. The collars and leashes that went on them next definitely weren’t. They were effective, nonetheless. The other man, the girls’ new owner, tugged sharply on the leashes, jerking them forward. They had the choice of following after him or being yanked off their feet and dragged. They followed him, trembling with fear, out of the cell.

“Let me know when you’ve got a couple more nice bitches like this.” The man told the officer. “Looking at these two, I don’t think it will take long to tell them.” The girls whimpered to one another in fright, but there was nothing they could do as they were led out of the cell and away...