It was a few hours shy of dawn when Frank and Slick hopped into a battered old moving van and headed out to make the monthly collection. Their first stop, as always was the Green Velvet club, a nightclub and bar straddling the line between the right and wrong parts of town. The club’s owner, Vic, was waiting for them by the back door as they pulled into the cramped alley behind the building.

“You’re in luck!” He said, cheerfully as they stopped the truck and climbed out. “Two tonight. Come on in.” He turned and entered the club. The other men followed him into the club’s back kitchen. The club was dark and quiet, the staff having gone home for the day. Apart from the three, there was no one else in the club...almost no one that was.

At the end of a long winding hallway that circled half the club was the rusty metal door of a forgotten storeroom. Vic produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. As he opened it, the squeal of rusty hinges was mixed with a quiet murmuring from inside. A thin beam of light slipped through the crack in the door from the brightly lit hallway7, showing part of a metal shelf and some dusty cardboard boxes. As the door swung further, the light widened, eventually revealing two young women sitting on the floor of the storeroom, their backs up against the shelf frame.

Not by choice, though. Coils of rope circled both of their upper bodies, arms and torsos and the sturdy metal frame, keeping them pressed tight against it. Below, their ankles were likewise tied with rope. Above, each of the ladies had a cloth band tied across her eyes, another pulled between her teeth. The soft grunts that escaped the muzzles sounded dazed, confused, suggesting they were still feeling the last effects of whatever it was Vic had slipped into their drinks earlier that evening.

Both of the ladies were dressed for a fun night out. One, a blonde, was in a slinky black dress, stockings and heels. The other, a redhead, had on a blue miniskirt, a tube top and platform sandals. They quietly whimpered in apprehension. Though the drugs meant it hadn’t quite sunk in, the two were gradually becoming aware that what had started out as a fun Friday night of partying had taken a darker turn.

The men ignored their muffled whimpers. While Vic watched, Frank and Slick stepped into the storeroom. The ropes tying the two girls to the shelf were undone, leaving the ropes binding their wrists and ankles in palce. Blonde squirmed as Frank picked her up. An indignant squeal escaped her gag as he tossed her, head first, over his shoulder, setting his hand on her rear to hold her steady. She kicked and bucked as it stroked her ass through her dress, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. Red, meanwhile, got much the same treatment from Slick, though he took advantage of her shorter miniskirt to slip his hand underneath it to fondle her through her skimpy panties.

The sobbing women were carried back the way the men had come, to the back door and out into the alleyway and, finally, the waiting moving van. In contrast to its modest exterior, the inside of the van had been specially modified for its job of transporting kidnapped ladies. The inside was soundproofed, of course. Fill it with captive women, all screaming loud as they could, and a person standing right beside it would never know they were in there.

Along the inside roof, study hooks were fixed in two rows. As the captives were lifted inside, the men raised their bound feet up, slipping the ropes over the hooks, so they hung suspended upside down. In this inverted position, both women’s skirts slid down, helped with some tugging from the men, exposing the captive’s skimpy panties. To secure their flapping hands, Frank went to a locker at the front of the space and took out some more rope. He passed half of it to Slick. They tied the rope around the women’s waists, like a belt, then tied the free end to their bound wrists, passing between their legs in such a way that, as they struggled and tugged at it, the tight crotch ropes would continually rub and tease them incessantly.

Satisfied, the men got out of the van, leaving their first two captives of the night to sway and struggle helpless. While Slick closed up the van, Frank went to talk to Vic. He handed over an envelop. By now, Vic didn’t need to check to know the thick envelop would be stuffed full of hundred dollar bills.

“As usual...” Frank said. “Ten thousand against 5% of their eventual sale price.”

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Vic replied. “I’ll have more for you next month!”

With a nod, Frank went and climbed into the front of the moving van. Slick had already started it, so as soon as Frank was in, the van started to roll forward and out of the alley, onto their next collection point: another nightclub where one or two beautiful female patrons a month would not be missed.

There were ten more hooks in the back of the van, not counting the two currently occupied by the blonde and redhead, whom the security camera inside showed were struggling quite furiously know they knew they were being taken away somewhere. By the end of the night, all of them would be filled with more captive women, with probably a few extras hogtied on the floor. Then, with their collection complete, the van would transport the women to a remote facility where their training would begin...