“I’m nah ash trunk ash you drink I am…” 

The bartender sighed, listening to the pretty brunette in front of him continue to protest, swaying in her seat revealingly. He waved a signal, calling one of the bouncers over. 

“Come on ma’am…” The bouncer growled, crossing his arms. “You’ve had enough for one night.” 

The tall, slender woman staggered a bit as she stood up, smoothing the slinky black dress she had on. “I’m nah dat trunk…that drunk…” She stumbled over the words, trying to get them out in the right order without slurring and not quite succeeding. She stumbled a bit, the high, spiked heels she was wearing no help in her inebriated state. 

“Yeah, sure…” The bouncer said. “You’re in no fit state to drive home. I’ll call you an uber.” He took out his phone and tapped an app, then escorted the young woman out of the club. In her state, he needed to support her, guiding the young woman to the car that was waiting out front. 

Once she was buckled into the backseat, the car pulled away from the club. It drove for a block or two, then suddenly pulled off of the street, through a set of garage doors into a large, dark, industrial building. 

“Hey! Whash going on?” The young woman exclaimed, seeming to realize through the fog of alcohol and surreptitious drugs hazing her mind that something was wrong. “Dish ishn’t my housh…” 

“No, but it is your destination.” The driver taunted. At that moment, the backdoor of the car was opened by a burly goon in a black t-shirt that strained against his broad chest and jeans. He grabbed the young woman by the arm, pulling her out of the car. Standing with him were two more men, just as big and dressed the same. They fell upon the startled woman, overcoming her feeble, drunken efforts to resist them.

The expensive dress she’d worn to go clubbing was torn off, followed by the lacy panties and bra she was wearing underneath, leaving the young brunette naked. Her arms were wrenched behind her back and locked into a pair of handcuffs. Another set was snapped closed around her ankles. Her frantic screams were silenced by a massive ballgag which was jammed between her lips and strapped on tight. Finally, a thick, padded collar was slipped around her neck and buckled on snugly. 

Grabbing the young woman by the upper arm, one of the goons half-led, half-dragged their bewildered captive to the far corner of the building. Her eyes went wide with terror as she saw where they were headed: a large cage, with thick metal bars, covering a space some 5-yards square. Packed inside it already were at least a dozen or more young women and girls. Like her, they had all been stripped naked, cuffed, collared and ballgagged. The captives peered through the bars with terrified expressions, moaning and grunting miserably. Pretty soon, the brunette found herself joining them, locked in the cage, helplessly awaiting whatever their abductors had planned for the young ladies… 

Meanwhile, the fake uber driver had left the warehouse and was out cruising the streets. He grinned as his phone flashed a message. Not ten minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a club, different from the one he’d collected the brunette from. Waiting by the street was another bouncer though, with two girls in tow. One, a cute asian, the other a pretty blonde, both dressed in nice clubwear that showed off their fit young bodies well. 

“I’m tellin’ you, we’re nah dat trunk…” The blonde slurred, lolling as the bouncer helped her into the back. 

“Yeah sure, come back when you sober up.” The bouncer said, giving the driver a knowing wink. 

“Don’t worry ladies!” He said, once both sere buckled in. “I’ll get you safely to where you’re going…” He steered back to the warehouse, where the two would soon join all the other girls the slavers had collected so far tonight.