Emily had run away from home again. It was the second time this month, but with her dad drunk and fighting with her mom again she figured she was better off away from that hole in the wall apartment. The 18 year old sighed as she walked down the most empty street where some restaurants and pubs were still open past midnight. She pulled her oversized denim jacket closer around her, regretting that she had chosen a miniskirt and crop top for her lounge at home clothes that night.

Her scowl, combined with the stomping of her Doc Martens platform boots made people clear out of the way very quickly. Her dirty blonde hair fell across her face, which she shook out of the way as she turned down an alley. Her usual sleep spot for the night when things went bad at home was two stories up on the fire escape, where an old couple kept an outdoor recliner that they never seemed to look at. From her bag, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a drag and closing her eyes for a couple seconds. “Hey princess.”

Her eyes snapped open. A man in a dark hoodie was leaning against the wall behind the dumpster that she had walked past. “What do you want?” She snapped.

“I’d love to feel those great looking tits of yours.”

“The fuck?”

She tensed as he unhitched himself off of the wall and started walking towards her. “Not even a little?”

“Stay back!” She spat as she dropped her cigarette, now forgotten.

He kept coming towards her and she warily backed away, feeling the alley wall behind her. He was between her and the exit, most likely intentional. “I’m warning you, get the fuck away from me now.”

He took another step forward with a leering smile on his face. “Or what pretty girl?”

His answer came in the form of her platform-soled combat boots striking him square in the face. Her leg extended in a high side kick that caught him cleanly. “Fuck that hurt!” He yelled as he reeled backwards, clutching his face.

Emily smirked with satisfaction as she leaned into a fighting stance. “You want more of that?”

The guy looked at her, then his eyes shifted to something behind her. “Actually, I just want you.”

She had no time to react as a sweet-smelling cloth was suddenly clamped over her face. Another arm wrapped her arms and body, trapping them in a squeezing grip. The man behind her was massive, she realized, towering over her five foot six frame. After a breath, she suddenly felt lightheaded from the chemicals on the cloth. Chloroform! She realized, but having breathed it in she was in no position to do anything about it. Her hands yanked uselessly on the arm holding the drugged cloth against her face and soon they fell to her side as her eyes closed and she lost consciousness.

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Emily awoke to a crashing headache. She groaned as she tried to sit up, but when her body didn’t respond as expected her eyes snapped open and she realized she was in big trouble. Her jacket had been removed, leaving her in her crop top and skirt. She was thankful they hadn’t fully stripped her, but liberal amounts of duct tape had been applied to her. Bands wrapped her legs at the ankles, above and below the knees and her thighs trapping them together. More tape wound around her wrists and elbows and above and below her breasts keeping her arms trapped against her body. A dirty cloth filled her mouth, causing her to gag as she felt tape wrapping all the way around her head under her hair to reduce her cries for help to very muffled whimpers. She struggled for the next several minutes, but didn’t succeed in anything except getting dirty from the floor and panting from the exertion.

Pausing to catch her breath, she looked around the room she was now held captive in. It seemed like a cellar, unrenovated and dimly lit with a single lightbulb. A single door was the only way into the room and it was probably locked. She didn’t have much time to pity her new situation when the door was slammed open and the man she recognized as the one who had asked to see her tits in the alleyway entered, now dressed in black. The one silver lining was that she could see bruising across his face where her boot had hit. He crouched down in front of her. “Hey princess!”

She recoiled at his bad breath and dirty teeth. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” He cackled and kicked her feet. “Dam those boots hurt. Let’s make sure you can’t do anymore kicking.”

Grabbing her legs and a roll of duct tape, he folded them and wrapped more tape around her thighs and shins despite her mewls of protest. Now with her feet pinned against her butt, the last real method of resistance she had was taken away.

She shrank back into the corner with her back against the wall as a second man entered the room and  loomed over her. “She's cute.” He said as he reached down and grabbed her breasts, prompting a noise of outrage from Emily. “Good job Mark.”

“Yeah well a girl that sleeps on a fire escape occasionally probably won’t be missed.” Mark said.

Emily’s blood ran cold when she heard that. They’d been watching her for some time and knew she would go to that fire escape. “When are they supposed to arrive?”

The second checked his watch. “About 10 minutes, plenty of time to play with cutie here.”

Emily screamed furiously as they grinned and descended upon her body, feeling her breasts and butt with no restraint. She struggled and squirmed the best she could but bound as she was she was completely at their mercy. The probing continued until there was a distant knock on the door. “Dam.” Mark checked his watch. “10 minutes passed already, I’ll go meet them, make sure the pretty package is ready”

He stood and walked out the door. The larger man continued to fondle her breasts and run hands along her bare legs for the next few minutes before Mark returned with two big men in suits. Emily’s first thought was they looked exactly like how you would cast a mob thug in a movie and she labeled them mob thug #1 and #2. “Here she is.” Mark said. “Cute isn’t she.”

Emily glared at him but immediately squealed as mob thug #1 grabbed her breasts and squeezed. “Her tits are pretty nice. Good squeeze.”

“So how much for this runaway rebel?” Mark asked as the man stood back up.

“50 thousand.” Mob thug #2 stated coldly.

“Hey come on. We won’t take less than 75.”

Emily stayed quiet, glancing between the men as they haggled over her price. She couldn’t believe her ears. She was just merchandise to them, she realized. Not a person.

They finally settled on 65 thousand, shaking hands to confirm the deal. “You’ll get the money in your account tomorrow.”

The mob thugs, whom Emily now knew were slavers, picked her up easily and carried her out of the room, up the stairs, and outside to where a white van was waiting. She struggled the best she could but two large men were more than enough to deal with her. Opening the back, she shrieked when she saw the cages along one side. “Shut up slave, you’re going in there whether you like it or not.”

She fought the best she could, but being held off the ground by the men meant she could not prevent herself from being forced into the van. First she was dumped on the metal floor, face down and squashing her breasts. One of the men selected a flogger from the array of tools hanging on the other side of the van and spent a couple minutes lashing her across her butt and back. Emily shrieked with every hit but could do nothing but wriggle on the floor until he stopped. “That is your punishment for resisting.” The man stated. “Further resistance will be met with more.”

Emily sobbed as she recovered from the pain of being lashed. She barely noticed a leather collar being circled around her throat until she felt it press against her windpipe and heard a click. She realized it was now locked onto her and she was lifted off the ground again and pushed inside a cage. The low ceiling forced her to stay bent over in a kneeling position as a chain was clipped to her collar and attached to a bolt on the bottom of the cage, fully preventing her from raising her head. The men grinned and closed the cage door, the click of the lock finally driving home that she was trapped with absolutely no way out. They exited the van and slammed the doors shut. Emily could vaguely hear them exchanging some words with her original captors before they climbed into the front seats and started the engine. As they began driving, the weight of her situation finally settled in and she quietly let her tough girl persona break and cried in her cage.

These men were professionals. It showed in their attitude, their equipment and how they didn’t treat her like a person. She was just an object now. She thought back to her home, the shithole that she had tried to run from for the night only to end up in something much, much worse. Maybe the frying pan wasn’t so bad. She thought, but it was too late for her now as she was shipped off to a fate of slavery in the back of a van, unknown to anyone else.