Sandra’s first mistake was offering to stay and watch the dungeon that evening by herself. 

“Really!” She insisted to the others. “You don’t want to be stuck here all evening, do you? Go out and have a little fun. I can handle this lot, no problem.” 

The gang of professional kidnappers and slavers, consisting of Sandra, the leader of the gang Mark and two other goons, Larson and Frank, had just pulled a job in a sleepy college town a few hours drive from their dungeon and hideout. In the wee hours of the morning, the four slavers had hit a house that was being rented by three female students. Surprised while sleeping in their beds, the dumbfounded coeds soon found themselves hogtied, naked in the back of the slavers’ van, and then in the cages of their dungeon. 

They joined the captives already there: a 20-something woman they’d ‘picked up’ while out riding her bike, a pair of sisters snatched while walking to their local High School and a cute shopgirl who’d picked the wrong night to stay late closing up the shop. With the addition of the coeds, the slavers had a full shipment to send to their regular slave dealer, and the boys wanted to celebrate with a night out. 

Sandra’s second mistake was taking one of the slaves out of her cage. 

She waited a good five minutes after Mark and the boys had left. Sure they wouldn’t be back anytime soon, the young woman got to her feet, a cruel grin crossing her face. The 23-year old slaver was a tall woman, with short, spiky red hair. She wore a black leather jacket over a gray tank top, ripped jeans and motorcycle boots. Hanging from the wide, stuffed belt at her waist was a yellow electric stun gun and a large ring of keys. 

Slowly, she stalked over to the other side of the basement dungeon. Crammed up against one ruddy brick wall were a dozen or so cages. They were about the size of large dog kennels, much to the distress of the occupants, who had to spend the whole time they were in the awful things curled up. Seven terrified female faces peered out at the approaching slaver with expressions of dread. They murmured, but whatever they might have been trying to say was lost to the thick ballgags each captive had strapped tight between her teeth.

As the slaver got close to the cages, her eyes fell on one of the captives in particular. She was a short, tan girl with a cute face framed by a bob of dark brown hair. Like all the other captives, this girl was stripped naked and, besides her gag, had her hands crossed behind her back and tied with rope. Her name was Holly Smith. She was one of the three coeds they’d snatched that morning. Sandra, in fact, had been the one to find poor Holly, lying in bed, clad in naught by a skimpy t-shirt and a pair of panties, looking so still and peaceful, little realizing the dramatic turn her life was about to take. 

The slaver fumbled for the key ring at her belt. Since laying eyes on Holly, Sandra had wanted a chance to get the cute coed to herself and have her way with the helpless captive. Unfortunately, the gang had a strict rule against playing around with the merchandise. They wanted to deliver the girls as fresh and unspoiled as possible. 

“Still…’ She cooed, slipping the key into the cage’s lock. “What the boys don’t know won’t hurt them.” Sandra had been thrilled when Mark announced he was heading out to the bar that evening. She’d suggested the other two accompany him, knowing it would give her the dungeon, and its helpless occupants, all to herself that night and she planned to make the most of it. Inside the cage, poor Holly shrank back in fright, shaking her head and moaning into her gag. She could see all too well what the other woman intended to do with her. Unfortunately for the captive, there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

Sandra got the lock open and swung the door out.  Reaching inside, she seized the frightened girl. “Come on, slave! Quit struggling!” After a moment, Sandra succeeded in wrestling her chosen plaything out of the cage. Pushing the trembling girl up against a nearby wall, the slaver began to roam her hands all over the former student’s body, starting with her small, perky breasts and working down her trembling body. 

“Stop whimpering.” Sandra chided the younger woman, giving one of the girl’s breasts a quick slap. “You’re gonna have to get used to this sort of treatment. Your future master will do this…and much worse too, I’m sure. I’m just glad I got a chance to ‘sample’ you first though.” 

After a couple more minutes of rough pawing, Sandra led her captive to the other side of the room, where the slavers had installed some comforts, for their own use of course, while watching the caged up slaves. Pushing Holly face first over the arm of an old, battered couch, Sandra hurriedly stripped off her own clothes, tossing boots, jacket, shirt and pants, with stun gun and keys still attached, on the floor near the couch. 

After adding her panties to the pile, the slaver went and donned a long, rubber strap-on. Glancing back over her shoulder, Holly’s face flushed red as she saw the other woman advance slowly towards her, stroking the rubber phallus to spread the dollop of oil she’d added evenly along its textured length. The helpless girl squirmed, tugging at the ropes binding her wrists, but there was nothing she could do to stop what was coming.   

“Consider this your induction as a bonafide sex slave!” Sandra teased, grabbing the girl by one leg. She repositioned Holly so she lay, bent over the arm of the couch with her naked bottom up in the air. Sandra forced the girl to spread her legs, then positioned the strap-on between them. 

For a few minutes, Sandra thrust forcefully, as Holly bucked and squealed into her gag. In their cages, the other captives watched in horror, seeing a preview of what lay in store for them in the near future. By the end, Holly sobbed brokenly. Her tormentor, on the other hand, was just getting warmed up for the night’s fun. 

She slid the strap-on out and unbuckled it, panting heavily. Her body was quivering, a flame sparking between her legs. It needed only a little stimulation to get going and she knew just how she wanted to get it. Stepping around to the front of the couch, Sandra sat down. She grabbed Holly and lifted the captive girl from her position over the arm, so she knelt in front of the slaver. 

“Not a word, slave.” Sandra warned, loosening the strap of Holly’s ballgag. She let it hang around the girl’s neck like a lewd necklace, a thin stream of droll running off it down the girl’s breasts. Holly’s eyes went wide as the other woman then leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs to reveal her naked sex. Sandra’s arousal was all too obvious, as was what she clearly expected her helpless plaything to do. 

“I’d get started, slave.” Sandra said, smiling evilly. “Unless you want me to spend the rest of the evening whipping your cute tits!” That got the girl moving. With an expression of horror and disgust at what she was doing, Holly leaned forward, sticking her face between the slaver’s legs. Face bright red with shame, she extended her tongue and started a few, speculative licks. 

“No, no slave! With a little enthusiasm!” Sandra snapped after half a minute of half-hearted tonguing. Seizing a fistful of the other girl’s brown hair, the slaver pressed Holly’s face up against her crotch. Desperately, Holly intensified her efforts. “That’s better! Now, do it more like…” For the next minute, Sandra instructed her slave how to please another woman. Once the red-faced girl had the right idea, Sandra leaned back, savoring the pleasant sensations the other girl’s frantic efforts were having on her. 

Sandra’s final mistake was lowering her guard. 

It was understandable, of course. Like most of the women the slavers kidnapped, the coeds had put up a good struggle when they were dragged from their bed, stripped and roped up, but the long ride to the dungeon, tightly hogtied in the back of the van, followed by a day in the cages, seemed to wear them down and take the fight out of the three girls, just as it had for all of the slavers previous victims. Sandra was so confident she and the other slavers had demonstrated their complete control over their captives they wouldn’t dare try anything, but would continue to be quiet, helpless captives until they were finally shipped off to be sold. 

As Sandra leaned back, eyes half closed, mouth open, moaning as her helpless plaything pushed her to new heights of pleasure, she didn’t notice the change that came over Holly. The coed seemed to notice her captor was no longer paying close attention to the slave, giving the captive the chance she’d been waiting for since her abduction. 

As she continued to lick and slurp, keeping her captor distracted, Holly started to fumble with her hands, pulling against the ropes binding her wrists. It wasn’t easy work, the ropes had been tied skillfully and fiendishly tight by the experienced slavers, but the girl was driven by the desperate thought that this was likely her last chance of escape. Once Sandra had had her fun, Holly would go back in her cage. The next time she’d be let out, it would be time for her and the other girls to be shipped off and sold. Finally, to her immense relief, the coed felt the ropes circling her wrists begin to loosen. Hurriedly, she shook them off and went to the second part of her plan…

The first Sandra knew something was wrong was when the sensation of Holly’s tongue in her snatch suddenly stopped. “Hey! I’m not done, slave!” She growled, sitting up. “You’ll keep licking until I-Hey! What are you doing!” Sandra raised her head in time to see Holly lunge for the pile of Sandra’s clothes. The slaver struggled to rise from the couch. “You bitch! I’m gonna…” 

She didn’t get a chance to put her threat into words, much less action. As Sandra loomed over her, the naked slave girl turned around again, wiping Sandra’s juices from her lips with one hand. The other raised the slaver’s stun gun. “Take this, bitch!” Holly snarled and fired. At this close range, she could hardly miss. Sandra felt a sudden pinprick in her belly as the darts hit her. Then, pain exploded across her as the electrical charge surged from the stun gun into her body. She convulsed, falling back onto the couch. Holly stood up, triggering another jolt of electricity, then another and another, until, mercifully, Sandra passed out…