Marie squirmed, held in place by the ropes binding her wrists and  ankles. Her mind raced, struggling to process what she had heard outside  the car. What had that man said, something about “extra merchandise?”  Could he be referring to her and the other woman in the trunk? She  couldn’t think of anything else he could be talking about, but the  implication of his words were horrifying to think of: that she’d been  abducted by a gang of human traffickers...white slavers!

When  Marie’s kidnapper opened the door, asking her mocking question, Marie  shook her head, struggling frantically against the ropes and seatbelt  that held her in place. She made little impression on both. The other  women bent, quickly loosening the ropes binding her captive’s feet.  Marie now had several inches of slack between her ankles, enough for  short, hobbling steps, but if she tried to run with her legs still tied  she was certain to trip.

“Oh come now...” The other woman teased.  “You’re going to love it!” Marie sobbed, but soon found herself  unbuckled and pulled out of the car. She was led around the back where  the trunk had been opened. Her captor let go of her to reach into the  trunk, muffled whimpers told her the second captive was getting a  similar treatment.

For a brief moment, Marie considered making a  run for...or a walk for it, given that was all she could manage hobbled  with rope. But she quickly discounted that idea. All around, steel  shipping containers loomed overhead, dark in the shadows of the  warehouse, forming lanes that blocked in the car. She could see no way  out of the maze from where she stood.

Meanwhile the second  captive had been extracted from the trunk. Like Marie, the older woman  had her hands tied behind her back, her feet hobbled with rope and a  large ballgag strapped in her mouth. And like Marie, she’d had her jeans  and top stripped off, leaving her clad in only her underwear. The two  captives exchanged glances, worry tinged with embarrassment at their  predicament.

“Come along, you two...” Their captor said, still in  the same mocking tone. She grabbed each by an arm and dragged them  along. Whimpering into their gags, the other two women had no choice but  to follow her as she led them down the rows of shipping containers.  They were all seemingly identical, with no markings to set them apart  from one another, but she went straight to one in particular. Letting go  of the other captive, she rapped her knuckles on the door.

A  second later, the container door swung open. Standing by the two were  two more women, girls really, in their late teens or early twenties.  They looked very similar, tall and slender, one pale with long dark  hair, the other tanned with auburn hair cut short. Both were dressed in  tight, strapless dresses with skirts short enough to make bending over a  danger and tall leather boots. The oddest thing about their outfits  were the bulky collars both of them wore around their necks.

“Get them set, boss wants their promos shot straight away...” Marie’s captor instructed the girls. “Usual prep.”

The  girls nodded. Stepping forward, they each grabbed one of the stunned  captives. Before Marie knew what was happening, she’d been dragged  inside the container. The inside, she discovered, had been expanded by  cutting out the walls of the containers adjacent to this one, creating a  large, spacious room. Most of it was currently in shadow, but one  corner was lit up. Lined against the wall was a long counter, above  which a long mirror with lights. Laid out along the counter were all  manner of cosmetics. Marie was dragged over there and set on a short  stool, facing the mirror. The other captive was sat down next to her.

Without  a word, their new captors went to work, applying makeup to the two  prisoners. Strange and frightening as it was, Marie couldn’t help but  admire their work. Looking at herself in the mirror, she didn’t think  she’d ever looked so good...excepting the fact she was half-naked, tied  up with a horrid ballgag stretching her lips apart.

“Now then...”  One of the girls said, as they finished. “Time for your wardrobe...” As  she said this, another part of the room lit up. This area had been  filled with racks, hanging from which were dozens of costumes of every  variety. Just at the front, Marie saw several kinds of schoolgirl  outfits, cheerleader outfits, even a policewoman’s uniform.

“So, who would like to go first?”

~~

The  other collared girl grinned like she was expecting a volunteer, but  neither of her anxious captives seemed eager to do anything but sit  still in place – even with all eyes on her, some part of Marie still  hoped that if she just stayed quiet and didn’t draw any attention to  herself, she might still be able to avoid the worst of it. But that  feeling of hers really was nothing more than a feeling, and as the  silence dragged on, the collared girl let out a sigh and frowned with  disappointment.

“Aww, no one ever wants to go first.” For a  second, she pouted, but that look was quickly replaced with the smile of  someone actually enjoying herself quite a bit. “Guess it’s up to me,  then! Let’s start with… you.”

A shiver went up Marie’s back as  the girl beckoned for her. A hand at her back gave her a push forward,  and she stumbled a few steps closer to the wardrobe.

“Now, what  to do with you…” The collared girl paced in circles around her, eyeing  her up down, and Marie wasn’t sure whether it was her gaze or her  commentary that was more mortifying. “Cute face, got kind of an innocent  look to you… not such an innocent body, but hey, that’s just upside…”

She  punctuated her remarks with the occasional squeeze of Marie’s breasts  or butt, to which she could only mewl into her gag. Whatever this  inspection was originally supposed to be, it was clearly starting to  wander off course, to the point that even the other collared girl was  starting to seem a little impatient off to one side. After one roll of  her eyes too many, the other girl finally cleared her throat and spoke  up.

“Hurry up. We’re not playing here.”

“Geez, just taking  some measurements…” The chipper girl sighed and finally backed off,  heading back over to the racks of costumes. “Alright, I’ve got just the  thing for you, cutie.”

After rifling around through the costumes  for a few seconds, she re-emerged with a plaid miniskirt in one hand and  a white blouse in the other – both of them pushing the lower limits of  the amount of fabric you could still call ‘clothes.’ Just looking at  them was enough to put a blush on Marie’s cheeks, though they were  already brushed plenty pink with makeup.

The sullen collared girl  deliberately set her hand on Marie’s shoulder as her partner came over  with the costume. “We’re going to untie you for a bit, and you’re going  to put this on. In case you’re considering trying something, remember  that this isn’t our first time doing this. It won’t end well for either  of you two,” she said, nodding over at the older lady. “Got it?”

Marie  nodded, grunting into her gag. She didn’t have a plan for escaping in  the first place, and just thinking about dragging the other woman even  deeper into trouble with her made her feel guilty…

Sure enough,  the ropes came off, and as tempting as it was to try and stretch her  limbs a little, not even the cheerful girl seemed particularly patient  as Marie slid the tiny miniskirt up her legs. Even riding low on her  hips, it was barely long enough to cover her butt, and the shirt wasn’t  much better – having the ends tied off in front was the only thing  actually holding it shut, leaving the front open all way the down to her  breasts, straining against the undersized top. One look at herself in  the mirror was almost more than she could stand to look at… and yet, she  kept stealing glances over at herself, never having worn anything so  sexy in her life…

In any event, she didn’t have long to peek,  glance, or otherwise admire herself before the collared girls went back  to work, tying all the ropes back into place with a strictness that  seemed somehow even tighter than before. Satisfied with their work, the  two collared girls turned their gazes over to the other woman, fidgeting  anxiously in place.

“…You seem a little, uh, mature to pull off the schoolgirl look, huh?”

~~

After  a few moments of thought, the sullen girl - T, Marie decided to  nickname her, remembering what the man in the suit had said earlier -  let her lips curve upward into the thinnest smile imaginable.  She  whispered something in her friend's ear; the other girl, A, giggled.

"Oh, yeah.  That's a perfect idea."

She  dug through the costumes again, eventually pulling out something that  was just as minimalistic as what Marie was now wearing.  The stockings  and nurse's cap with a red cross on it weren't too bad, but the neckline  of the main outfit dipped so low that they might as well have cut off  all the material above the nipples.  Going down from there, the ensemble  looked relatively normal until you got to the skirt, which was only a  centimeter or two longer than Marie's.  Unlike the plaid miniskirt,  which spread out around her legs, it was clear this one would hug the  wearer's figure rather closely.

T looked over at the older  captive and beckoned for her to come over; she did so, albeit with quite  a bit of effort and stumbling.  The two of them gave her the same  rundown as Marie - they untied her, she reluctantly put the nurse's  costume on, and then the ropes went back around her mature body.

"Right..."  A continued, placing her hands firmly on the younger woman's shoulders.   "Let's get Nurse Sexy and little Miss Teacher's Pet on camera for  their big debut."

The two of them were marched out of the  shipping container and through the warehouse.  Marie strained her ears,  trying to see if she could hear anything else... more kidnap victims,  perhaps, or any vehicles passing by outside.  Unfortunately, very little  was audible.  The only things she could clearly make out were the click  of A and T's heels against the floor, as well as an occasional muffled  whimper from her fellow captive.

Soon, they entered the room that  was being used as a recording booth.  Unlike the "wardrobe", everything  was illuminated (although thankfully, most of the lights weren't  overwhelmingly bright).  Several boxes were overflowing with cameras and  other equipment.  Along one wall was a pretty standard photoshoot  setup: a white backdrop, some stand lights, and two large umbrella  diffusers.  Positioned in front of all this was a video camera on a  tripod.  Another young woman was standing there, clearly very focused as  she adjusted the settings.  She had medium-length blonde hair and  appeared to be about the same age as the other two, but apart from that,  she couldn't look more out of place.  Rather than a skintight  "not-even-bothering-to-be-subtle" dress, she was wearing a baseball cap,  a plain jacket, cargo pants, and sneakers.  Most notably, she didn't  have any kind of collar on.

At the sound of their footsteps, she  turned to look at the four of them.  Marie could swear she saw an  expression of sympathy flash across the girl's face for just a second -  but then it was gone, as quickly as it had appeared.

"They're ready?  No escape attempts or other issues I should be aware of?"

"Of course not, Maggie," A replied with a mischievous grin.  "You wanna play with them a bit before the boss arrives?"

They're using her real name? Marie thought to herself.  This whole group is even more complicated than I thought...

"You know me," Maggie replied, frowning slightly.  "I'm not into girls."

"Oh,  come on..."  Without warning, she spun Marie around, bent her over so  that her panties weren't even close to covered, and delivered a sharp  spank to her ass.  The bound woman yelped at the pain, although she  realized a few seconds later that there was also something rather  visceral and pleasing about the sensation, in a strange way.  "You're  telling me that this gorgeous little bottom doesn't make your mouth  water even a little?"

"I said no."

The sound of someone  clearing their throat made all three girls stiffen up and turn around.   The man in the suit from earlier - the boss - was standing at the door,  his arms crossed over his chest.  "Having a little fun with our wares,  are we, dear?"

"I'm sorry, sir," A mumbled, her eyes downcast.  "I was just trying to tease Maggie..."

"...ah,  it's all right," the boss eventually chuckled.  "I know how fun it is  to goad her.  Right now, though, we've got business to attend to."

 ~~

“Of course sir!” A said hurriedly. She and T went to work, marching the two captives over to the stage.

“Okay  ladies, your job is really simple: you just need to stand there and  look pretty while we take some pictures and shoot a little footage of  you to show the buyers.”

Marie flinched at that last word:  ‘buyer’ reminding her once again these people had kidnapped her and this  other woman...and who knew how many other innocent girls, and were  going to sell them into slavery, likely for the rest of their lives.

“Oh...”  A added, teasingly. “Do try and look your best. Trust me, you don’t  want to be one of those girls who doesn’t get sold in the first few  days.” Her voice trailed off, letting the two captives imaginations fill  in what had happened to those unfortunate girls...and what could happen  to them if they weren’t enticing enough for the slaver’s customers.

A  and T futzed about another minute, making minute adjustments to their  captive’s costumes. Marie flinches as A reached down and undid another  button on her schoolgirl’s blouse, tugging it against the ropes so more  of her cleavage was visible. When they finally finished and stepped  back, Marie saw the other woman, Maggie, and the man had gotten the  video and camera equipment set up, aimed at the two captive women.

Silently,  the man gave a hand signal he was recording with the camera. A and T  both smiled, each holding one of the captives. “Good evening! Ladies and  Gentlemen! Tonight, we’re very happy to present two brand new items for  sale!...”

Looking at the camera, eyes wide with fear, Marie gave  a muffled whimper through her gag. From what they had said, this  recording of her, dressed in a skimpy outfit, tightly bound and gagged,  would soon be sent out, to be seen by dozens, maybe hundreds of men all  over the world. Men who might choose to buy her, for whatever horrid  purpose they might want. Beside her, the other woman moaned and squirmed  in their captor’s grasp.

Behind the camera, the man grinned.  “That’s it! The buyers will love this!” Marie’s cheeks flushed as she  realized what a show she was putting on for the captors, but scared as  she was, she couldn’t stop struggling as the camera was zoomed in on  her.

“This is our first item, a Miss Marie -----.” Age ---,  formerly a waitress...” Marie whimpered in fear as A gave out more  details, some shockingly personal. She realized these people must have  been watching her for some time, planning her abduction, her  enslavement. If only she’d noticed...done something, anything, but now  it was too late.

As A finished, the camera was turned over to the  other captive, whom T helpfully identified as a Mrs. Danielle Thompson.  They didn’t have nearly as much information on her, but a surprising  amount. Marie guessed some had come from her driver’s license, their  kidnapper must have taken it off her. The rest could have been gleaned  from social media in the time while the two were being readied.

“That’s  enough footage.” The man said, as A and T finished the sales pitch. He  looked over at Maggie, who had been snapping pictures with a camera.  “Got enough photos?” He asked. She took one last picture of Marie and  nodded. “Alright then.” He turned back to the other two. “We’re done  here. Would you get these ladies out of those costumes and bed them down  for the night. We’ll edit this footage and post it online...”

~

“Right  away, sir!” A chirped, practically clinging to Marie’s side as she  guided her offstage. T shepherded Danielle right along behind the two of  them with a wordless nod – not nearly as touchy-feely as her cheerful  companion, but keeping no less secure of a grip on the woman she’d been  charged with.

Marie had been trying to get her bearings in the  warehouse, looking for any way she could think of to escape, but the  maze of containers and turns in the path on their way to their next  destination had her feeling lost all over again. She wasn’t even sure if  she could find her way back to the ‘dressing room’ at this point, and  the constant distraction of A’s hand squeezing at her butt as she  muttered in her ear wasn’t helping.

“Get her out of the costume,  he says… but she just looks so cute in it!” A glanced over at T in  search of agreement, but got only a languid roll of her eyes in reply.  “Oh well… costume aside, the ‘getting out of it’ part is still fun.”

 The  little laugh she ended her sentence on hung heavy in the air as they  walked the rest of the way to their destination in silence; Marie had  managed to calm down a little bit after finally leaving the stage, but  she could already feel her nerves getting the better of her again with  every step she took. Soon enough, they arrived: yet another storage  container in the warehouse, with a sturdy-looking lock on the outside of  the door that T opened with a key she’d gotten from her boss.

It  slid open with a heavy creak, and as the dim warehouse light shone in,  Marie anxiously craned her head around T’s shoulder for a look, unable  to move far with A still hugging her uncomfortably close. There was a  row of beds set up inside, bare-bones frames, mattresses, and covers,  but beds nonetheless. Most of them were empty, but one at the far end  had a woman lying in it already, and looking at her predicament gave  Marie a preview of what was to come: a blindfold covering her eyes, and  cuffs chaining her wrists to the bedposts.

“Alright, let’s keep  this quick,” T said, curt and to the point as ever. “Strip. One at a  time. The costumes go back to the wardrobe, and you stay here. No funny  business.”

“Not even a little?” A winked as she slid her hand up  Marie’s thigh, slowly and sensually enough to send a little thrill up  her spine. “I guess it is getting late… let’s start with you, then.”

She  grasped the waist of Marie’s skirt and pulled it down on the spot (not  that it had been covering much in the first place), but Marie had to be  untied to get the rest off – only for as long as it took to strip her,  of course, and under such close watch it made Marie squirm – but instead  of the ropes going back on when they were finished, A and T brought the  two women over to two of the empty beds. On closer inspection, one half  of the cuffs were already locked around the bed; it was just a matter  of lying the women down and locking on the other half of the cuffs, and  the two collared girls did with the same professional ease as they’d  done everything else.

One tug at the chains was enough to tell  Marie that they wouldn’t be coming loose, and with that sensation came  the deep, sinking realization that she really would be spending all  night here… to say nothing of next morning, or the days to come…

With a guileless smile, A peered over Marie’s bedside with a sturdy-looking leather blindfold in her hands.

“Helps  you sleep,” she explained, as if it were the simplest thing in the  world. “Not that I expect you to get all that much on your first night.”

The blindfold came down onto Marie’s face, blocking out more and more of her vision… and then, darkness.