Jennie had no idea where she was and she was afraid. The last thing she recalled was ordering another round of drinks for her and the girls at the club. Now she was...here. The young woman sat on cold concrete, her back pressing against more cold concrete. She could tell this because somewhere between the club and here all of her clothes had gone missing. They'd been replaced though: cold metal shackles encircled her wrists and ankles, a larger one wrapped snug around her throat. Short chains joined them together, forcing her to remain curled up into a ball. A padded leather blindfold kept her in the dark, both metaphorical and literal. Below, her teeth were stretched around a round rubber plug which filled her mouth and muffled her confused cries. A leather strap, buckled around the back of her head, kept her from spitting out the ballgag. Oddest of all, something dangled from one ear, a small plastic tag she definitely hadn't had on before.
Nearby, Jennie could hear the quiet grunts and whimpers of other girls. But it sounded like more then just Sarah and Carry were in her with her. The occasional rattle of chains told Jennie her friends and the other girls were shackled prisoners like her. Her mind reeled. Who had done this to them? And why?

Just then, she heard a voice from nearby, a man's voice. "Boat's here." He growled. It was answered a second later by a second voice. "Good. Let's get these ladies ready to go..."

Started as a quick warm up sketch that I liked enough to want to expand. Thought the pose would look nice sitting with several girls sitting in a row, so a quick copy paste and here we are. Hope you enjoy!