“How unlucky can I be?” That was what Madaline had thought when she had been given the job of taking some important documents out to one of their subsidiary locations, which meant an 8 hour drive into the middle of nowhere. That was what the ambitious 23 year old business woman said when, half-way there, the engine of her cheap rental car had suddenly conked out along a deserted stretch of highway. And she’d certainly cried it aloud when, while hiking back the way she came, in the hopes of finding a house or getting a cell signal, both equally unlikely outcomes, the next set of motorists coming up the highway had been a pack of burly bikers, nearly a dozen strong. 

The sight of a 20-something woman, short blonde hair and great body, shown off to excellent excellent effect by the trim, smart business suit she was wearing, had evidently been too much for the bikers to pass up and they suddenly swerved off the road, tires kicking gravel as they slid to a halt. It all happened so suddenly, before she could even think of running for the trees, which grew dense on either side of the road, Madeline found herself surrounded by a ring of bikes, on each a brawny figure in road leathers. 

There was little pretense to what they did next. One of the bikers simply came up behind Madeline while the young woman was looking fearfully at one of his buddies and grabbed her around the middle. Though she kicked and struggled, she was carried over and sat down on the back of the man’s bike. Some rope soon lashed her hands and feet, and kept her from jumping off. The man climbed on the bike in front of her and revved the engine. The gang tore off, carrying their bewildered victim with them. 

A couple miles up the road, the bikers found a secluded clearing, far enough off the highway they could be sure of privacy while they had some fun with their unexpected plaything. Madaline was untied from the bike, leaving her hands bound behind her back, and hustled to the center of the glade. While two of the bikers held the young woman down, another took out a switchblade and systematically cut away Madeline’s clothes, to the hoots and jeers of his buddies. She screamed and protested, until the man cut the band of her panties on either side and whipped it out from between her legs. Balling the ruined undergarments up, he jammed the wad into her mouth, stifling her cries. Madeline’s bra was cut off next and used to secure the gag on. Eventually, all Madaline was left with was her stockings and heels. The rest of her body was completely naked and on display. 

At that point, her luck changed, however briefly. Rather than immediately throwing their captive down and proceeding to ravish her, the bikers got to arguing over who would have the privilege of taking the young woman first and which part of her anatomy they would get to use. It was horrible for her to have to listen to them debating the order of precedence for her imminent gang rape, but then she saw a moment when, caught up in their argument, which had soon turned to older, deeper grievances, none of the bikers were paying much attention to their would-be plaything. 

She didn’t let the opportunity pass her by. Quick as a flash, Madaline was off, running for the tree line. Panic gave her extra speed. It was only a few seconds before the bikers noticed her flight and, with angry shouts and threats, they chased after her. But her headstart allowed her to get across the cleaning and among the dense trees and underbrush. For at least an hour, she stumbled blindly through trees and bushes, listening to the crashing of her pursuers, praying they wouldn’t find her. By some miracle, she managed to keep ahead and eventually eluded them. 

After that, Madaline's good luck ended. Though she had avoided death, and worse, at the hands of the bikers, the young woman now found herself practically naked and lost in the woods with her hands tied and a wad of panties shoved in her mouth. Her heels, though designer, were hardly the most suitable for hiking, only marginally better than going barefoot would have been.

For another couple of hours, the young woman wandered blindly through the woods. Madaline had little idea where she was going, only certain she couldn’t go back towards the highway. The bikers would almost certainly be patrolling it, waiting for her to return. Still, there had to be another road this way, or a farmhouse, or something right? 

Eventually, this proved correct. Madaline nearly fainted with relief when she saw the clearing up ahead, holding a farmhouse, garage and barn. A large truck with a horse trailer was parked by the house, proving someone was there. Evening was rapidly approaching and she’d started to worry she’d have to spend the night, naked and alone in the woods. Exhausted, the young woman stumbled into the clearing, heading for the farmhouse and the release she was sure awaited her there. 

Before she made it, though, a sound to the side made her stop and turn. The door to the barn was swinging open as someone came out. He was a stockyman, piebald on top with a thick,bushy beard. He was dressed in hunter’s camo and hiking boots. Slung over one shoulder was a hunting rifle. Madeline started forward, trying to explain, as best she could while gagged, how she’d come to her awkward circumstances. She froze in her tracks as the barn door continued swinging, revealing all that was going on in the barn. 

A few paces behind the bald man was a redheaded woman, likewise in camo fatigues, with a pistol holstered at her belt. Further inside was a tall, thin man in camo with another rifle but it was the figures between them that caught Madeline’s full attention.

Held in the redheaded woman’s hands was a leather leash strap. The other end of it was attached to a leather collar buckled around the slender throat of another woman, not more than 20 years of age, with short, spiky blonde hair. The only thing she was wearing apart from the collar was a big bright red ballgag strapped tight between her lips and the ropes which lashed her hands together behind her back and hobbled her ankles. 

Trailing behind the blonde, in a ragged line, were half a dozen more figures, men and other women, all young and all naked and restrained the same as her. More leather straps joined them by the neck in a short coffle. Behind them, Madeline could see the cages inside the barn the captives had so recently occupied. 

Grinning, one of the slavers, there could be little doubt that was what was going on here, came towards Madeline. She tried to turn and run but, exhausted as she was by her ordeal thus far, the young woman’s strength deserted her. Before she could stagger more than a few paces, the bald slaver swept her up in his arms. He grinned, dragging their bonus captive back to join the rest of the slaves as they were led to the truck, bound for the auction block. 

“How unlucky can I be?”