Heather had been incredibly excited for the trip. Her hip hop dance team had entered a national competition and qualified for the final round! Standing backstage with her team, the mix of college girls quivered with excitement and pre-performance jitters. At 22 years old, this was the biggest stage she would ever be on. She was competitive at heart, but Heather just wanted to soak in the entire experience as she had never expected to make it this far. To be able to dance beside her friends on a stage like this would be one of the best moments of her life. Dressed in a black crop top, black leather shorts, fishnet stockings and Doc Marten boots with a thick platform, she shuffled from foot to foot to get rid of her nerves.
The other girls were all dressed similarly in a variety of boots, shorts, leggings, cropped tops, all in black. Heather jumped as someone slapped her butt, turning to glare at her friend Kayley who flashed a smile at her. “Ready Hez?” She asked.
Kayley’s figure was poured into black leggings and black Docs with a tube top and long black gloves to supplement it. “I’m always ready.” Heather retorted but was interrupted by the stagehand waving the girls forward.
She took a deep breath. Here we go. She thought as the girls filed forward onto the stage. The crowd absolutely erupted as the girls emerged out onto the stage, along with a number of wolf whistles for the team. Heather moved to the left side of the formation, getting down on one knee beside Kayley and Jia for their starting formation as everyone went quiet. “And now for our last group of the night.” Came the announcer’s voice over the speakers. “The Atmosphere Dance crew!”
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The performance was amazing. As she stood in her final pose breathing heavily, she couldn’t help but have the biggest smile on her face as the crowd cheered and applauded. They held the pose a little longer before they left the stage, waving to the crowd as they left. Once backstage, Heather leapt onto the back of Christina, laughing despite the sweat on both of them as the girls exchanged high fives and hugs all around. “That was awesome!” Jia shouted, a huge smile on her face.
They continued to celebrate and were joined by members of other groups who also came to collectively celebrate. The competition had been all female, so there was soon a giant hug of girls backstage as they all soaked in the lights and glory of the competition. Heather was beginning to feel a little suffocated, squished among multiple bodies but she didn’t care. She was too happy and it was almost unfortunate that they were interrupted to get called for the awards ceremony. Slowly they all separated, joining back up with their individual teams before walking back out onto the stage for the awards. Cheers, screams and whistles met them for a second time as all the times stood shoulder to shoulder in a giant semicircle as the MC began thanking everyone for attending and for making the competition possible.
As she stood under the lights, Heather didn’t even particularly care what place they came in. They’d become friends with all the other competitors and meeting people from other countries was an amazing experience, but to her surprise their names were called out for third place! The world around them exploded with cheers, from the audience and from their fellow competitors as the girls stumbled forward in disbelief to accept the third place award. They haphazardly arranged themselves for a photo before going back to their place in the semicircle. They cheered for their friends that came in first and second, happy to see the success and Heather also knew from watching practices that those teams did deserve the top spots. She was practically on cloud 9 as she boarded the bus to head back to the hotel. The third place award was an icing on the cake for the team as they chatted excitedly, riding the high of the performance.
The first sign that something may have been off was when Heather realized they had been driving for a lot longer than it took to get to the venue from their hotel. The darkness outside meant it was rather difficult to see out the windows, but as she opened her mouth to ask where they were the bus came to a stop much to her confusion. “Hey, where are we?” Alina asked as she pressed her face against the window.
Most of the girls were confused as well. It was pitch black outside so the girls could only see their own reflection in the glass. Suddenly the door at the front of the bus opened with a hiss, causing Heather and several others to jump, and then several masked men dressed in black stormed onto the bus brandishing guns. Several girls screamed in terror as they realized they were now trapped on the bus with these men. “Everyone shut up!” One yelled. “If you all listen and do what you’re told, no one gets hurt!”
Most of the girl’s shut their mouths. Faces that were so cheerful a second ago now filled with shock and fear. A couple screams continued and the man at the front grabbed the nearest girl to him. Amber, a tall brunette, let out a shocked yelp as she was yanked from her seat and held against his chest in a headlock with his gun pressed against her head. “I said shut up!” He roared.
The threat to their friend brought an abrupt silence through the bus. “Thank you.” He said in his gruff voice. “Now do what we say, and this pretty one doesn’t get a bullet through her skull. Understood?”
He took the silence as agreement and continued. “Now each one of you will take your phone out and give it to my friend here. No funny business. And I know each of you sluts has a phone so don’t bother hiding it or we’ll strip each of you to get it.”
The thought of being forcefully stripped by these men was enough for most of the girls. One of the men pulled out a plastic bag and walked down the aisle, taking phones from each of the girls. Heather trembled in her seat as he came up to her and wordlessly gave hers up, dropping it into the bag with a clunk with the other collection of devices. “Hey! You in the back!”
The shout was accompanied by two of the men charging towards the back of the bus. Jia cried out in fear as they rushed her. She had been sneakily trying to dial an emergency number but they must have seen her screen glow. She was instantly pounced on and the tall Asian girl was wrestled out of her seat and thrown down onto the floor of the bus. The terrified occupants could only watch with wide eyes as her arms were yanked behind her and a thin plastic ziptie was secured around her wrists. Another was wrapped around her elbows, thrusting her chest out into her mesh crop top and a third was zipped around her booted ankles. But the worst was watching the men grab a fistfull of her hair and yank backwards. Her scream was abruptly cut off as a red rubber ballgag was jammed between her teeth and strapped brutally tight, stretching the corners of her mouth. Pulling her up by her hair, they ignored her ragged sobs and shoved her back into her seat. “That’s what’ll be in store if you misbehave.” The leader said threateningly.
The rest of the phones were collected without incident after the example that had been made of Jia. Heather glanced back at the Asian girl, who was slumped in her seat, sobbing as she squirmed against the thin plastic biting into her flesh. With the phones now confiscated, several of the men pulled out a collection of cloth strips, duct tape rolls, and zipties. Given how Jia was painfully secured, Heather had a sinking feeling she knew exactly what was coming. “Hands behind your back!” The leader barked.
The girls hurriedly obeyed, taking nervous glances at the guns the men carried. Amber was made an example of what was going to happen as she was spun around in the grip of the leader. A zip tie was instantly secured around her wrists, her leather jacket unable to provide her any protection as it bit into her skin. Her mouth reflexively opened to cry out, only for a cloth to be shoved into it. Several strips of duct tape sealed the packing in her mouth and another plastic tie was pulled tight around her knee high boots. With tears in her eyes, she was shoved back into her seat against the window, where she cowered as the men began grabbing each girl. The first two rows were secured without a problem and then they arrived at Heather’s seat.
She meekly presented her wrists behind her and winced as the thin plastic bit into her wrists. The man knelt down and looped another around her ankles above her Docs. Next a white cloth was balled up and a strong hand gripped her chin, wrenching her mouth open to stuff the cloth home. She tried to keep it pushed forward away from the back of her throat as tape strips were plastered over her mouth, sealing the packing in.
Beside her, Kayley put up a brief struggle as they went to restrain her, but she was quickly subdued and given the same treatment as Jia. Soon she squirmed in her seat uncomfortably, her breasts straining against her top and her white teeth digging into the red ballgag. Her elbow length gloves offered her some protection against the brutal plastic, but it was a small comfort given her situation. Heather could only look at her friend with tears in her eyes as the men moved on to the row behind them.
The men continued down the bus restraining every girl on the team. Twice they added additional restraints and a ballgag to girls and the bus was soon filled with muffled sobbing and squirming as each girl cowered in their seat from the leering eyes of their captors. With all the girls now bound and gagged, a thumbs up was given to the leader who nodded. “Let’s go. We’re on a schedule.”
The bus started up again and headed off, the men standing in the aisle watching the girls squirm. “This lot will bring in quite a bit after the show they just put on.” One of them commented as he reached down to fondle Amber’s boobs, much to her discomfort. “I heard the buyers were all watching the show with interest.”
A chorus of horrified moans rose from all the girls when they realized they weren’t being kidnapped for ransom. These men were slavers! And by the sound of it, the competition itself was an auction! One of the best nights in Heather’s life had now been turned into one of the worst as tears began to form in her eyes at the thought of never seeing her home again. Here she was, in a far away city, kidnapped and being taken away to be sold.
The bus continued through the empty streets, any passerby oblivious to the distress of the girls inside due to the tinted windows as it headed deep into the warehouse district. The bus finally pulled into an old warehouse and came to a stop. The leader exited the bus and could be heard conversing with others outside as the men remaining got to work on the captives to unload them. One knelt down in front of Jia with clips and snipped the tie around her boots. Heather had been watching and saw her friend’s demeanour change entirely as Jia’s foot flashed forward, connecting solidly with the man’s crotch. Using the seat as leverage, she lifted both of her feet and connected with both block heels just underneath the man’s chin as he reeled, throwing him across the laps of Alina and Clarissa, who both cried out as the man landed heavily and did not move. “Hey bitch!”
The other men reacted instantly and with her arms bound, Jia was helpless as her feet were grabbed and a second man tasered her. Her body shook as electricity coursed through her and she screamed into her ballgag before she went limp. Jia was picked up and thrown over the shoulder of one of the men, who took the opportunity to grope her shorts-clad butt before he carried her off the bus. More men arrived and hauled their unconscious colleague away, leaving the girls on the bus momentarily without any captors.
After the incident with Jia, it seemed their captors were taking no chances. The girls’ ankles were not freed and instead, the men boarded the bus, grabbed a girl and carried her over their shoulder and off of the bus. When it was Heather’s turn, the man in black groped her breasts, eliciting a squeal of complaint out of her before she was thrown over his shoulder. Heather was suddenly very aware of how her butt was propped up in the air, very inviting to any onlookers and the man took full advantage of it. Her complaints were silenced with a couple of spanks and she quieted down as she was carried off of the bus and into the bright room.
It seemed to be some kind of loading dock for a warehouse. Garage doors extended down the opposite wall, probably how the bus had entered the building and there were a couple of doors against the opposite wall where men and women dressed in black were going in and out. She was set down between Angela and Esther in a line against the wall. Clips were used to cut her wrist and ankle bonds, allowing Heather to rub her sore wrists together to try and get feeling back into them. She reached up for her gag but suddenly a slaver was next to her with electricity arcing across his stun gun. “Leave it.”
She froze, eyes wide as electricity arced between the prongs and let her hands drop to her sides. Heather exchanged nervous glances with her friends as she watched the rest of the team get carried off of the bus and set down beside the others until every girl was nervously standing facing the group of slavers. The leader walked up and down the line, inspecting the girls in a way that made Heather very nervous before he stopped in the middle. “Strip.” He commanded.
All the girls looked at him like he was crazy. “I said strip!” He demanded. “A slave does what it is told, or faces punishment!”
The girls still balked, so the slaver pointed at Christina. “Her.”
Immediately she was seized by two slavers and dragged in out to where all the girls in the line could see her. Using a knife, they cut her halter top and leggings off of her body along with her bra and panties. Her boots were tossed aside and she screamed into her gag as they forced her to kneel and held her in place. Pressed against the floor with her exposed butt in the air, one of the slavers began to flog her. All of the girls flinched as the cracks of the whips brought about another yelp or scream from Christina for several minutes before she was left sobbing brokenly on the floor. As the slavers picked her back up, Heather could see the red marks all over her bare ass and back. Trembling, she turned back towards the leader. “Now I won’t ask again.” He said menacingly. “Strip. Everything.”
The girls glanced at the sobbing Christina and the whips on the belts of every slaver before they began stripping down. Most tried to cover themselves with their arms as they stood before the leering gazes of the slavers. Heather pulled her crop top over her head and dropped it at her feet before kneeling and unlacing her boots. Her shorts and stockings soon joined her top in the pile, leaving her in her strapless bra and panties. She didn’t want to take it off, but when one of the slavers took a step towards her that was enough to get her moving and remove everything, leaving her naked. The rest of the girls soon joined her, their stage outfits in a pile on the floor as they shifted uncomfortably. “Face forward!” Someone shouted as the girls tried to turn away from the eyes of the slavers.
Reluctantly, the girls turned forward again as the leader walked up and down the line again, looking like he was debating with himself. “Put your boots back on.” He decided.
The girls shared confused glanced before a whip crack sounded and they all scrambled to obey. The girls with over the knee boots seemed to accept the silver lining that their boots covered more than ones like Heather’s combat boots, but they didn’t cover anything else important.
They did their best to cover themselves with their hands until a set of slavers started going down the line with a cardboard box full of shackles that locked each girl’s hands behind them. Heather winced as the cold steel bit into her wrists and then tested her new restraints. The cuffs were definitely more secure than the zipties, but the chain meant she had a little more movement.
Once all the girl’s hands had been manacled behind their backs, the slavers came back, kneeling to lock another set of cuffs around their ankles. These had a slightly longer chain to allow the girls to take small stumbling steps, but nowhere near a full stride. Heather watched as they ratcheted the cuffs around the top of her boots, hard enough to dent the leather before moving on. Soon, all of the girls were chained hand and feet and the slavers came down the line one more time. This time, they locked leather collars around each girl’s neck and chained it to the previous girl to form a coffle. The collar was uncomfortable, the leather pressing onto her neck but Heather had no way of adjusting it as the slavers finished collaring all of the girls. The team was split into two groups and a slaver tugged on the leash at the front of each line. Heather stumbled as the leash attached to her collar suddenly went taught and she was pulled forward, forcing her to take short, awkward steps due to the leg irons.
Around her, many of the other girls also struggled and tripped as they got used to their new restricted stride, especially those in heeled boots, and received lashes from the flogs carried by the various slavers for their mistakes. They were led across the loading dock through a door into a brightly lit hallway, causing Heather to blink at the sudden increase in light. The hallway looked industrial, with concrete walls and exposed pipes in the ceiling. There were several doors at even intervals along the corridor and one by one, each of the girls was unclipped from the line and shoved through a door. Soon it was her turn and she found herself in a room that was a cross between a photo studio and an interrogation room. A single chair was bolted to the floor amidst a collection of photography equipment. Two slavers were in the room already, one working at a laptop computer and the other looming up over her as soon as the door shut behind her. Taking her leash, the man pulled her over to the chair and forced her down into it. Her cuffed wrists were pulled over the back of the chair and connected to a bolt on the back, stretching her arms and forcing out her chest. The top of the chair dug into her armpits, causing her to wince and give a muffled yelp into her gag that was ignored as the man secured the chain of her ankle cuffs under the chair in a way that kept her feet off the ground. She strained and tried to move into a more comfortable position, but she was essentially pulled into a bow shape. Finally, he ripped off her tapegag non too gently and allowed her to spit out the cloth wadding that was now soaked in her saliva. “Please! Let us go!” She begged.
“Shut your mouth!”
A slap accompanied the shout, striking her cheek with enough force to knock her head sideways. “A slave will only speak when spoken to. Understand?”
She whimpered, tears falling from her eyes. “Y-yes.” She stuttered.
“Good. Slaves should also learn quickly.”
The man behind the laptop now stood in front of her with a camera and he began to snap pictures of her. The flashes soon became blinding and Heather tried to blink the spots out of her eyes as he continued snapping away at every angle, taking several of her face and breasts. As tempting as it was to tell him to stop, she didn’t want to get slapped again and wisely kept her mouth shut as the perverse photoshoot finally finished and the photographer walked back over to the laptop to plug the camera in.
Heather’s gaze was soon forced to look at the second man as he gripped her chin to force her to turn. “Hmmm, not bad, nice tits on this one too.” He said as he squeezed one of her exposed breasts, causing her to yelp.
Her vocal freedom didn’t last very long as the slaver’s hand left her breast and held up a mass of straps and leather. Seeing the large red ball on the inside of a leather panel, Heather had a sinking feeling she knew exactly what it was. Her fears were confirmed as her mouth was wrenched open and the ball was inserted into her mouth, with the panel going over her mouth and the web of straps tightening around her head. The slaver worked on the straps, securing the ones behind her head before bringing one up over the bridge of her nose and the top of her head before buckling it in place, then strapping the ones under her chin. Her lips were crushed against her teeth and she tried not to retch on the taste of rubber as her cuffs were released from the chair and hands gripped her upper arms and hauled her to her feet. Stumbling as she tried to get used to her new gag, Heather was led outside to where several of her teammates were waiting in a line.
They were soon joined by Christina and Amber, Amber with visible tear streaks over her gag, and the coffle was soon dragged off again down the hall. They passed several other slavers in the hall, all of which poked, groped, or slapped the girls in some form before they were brought before a locked metal door. The man leading the line pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door before dragging the girls inside.
Once inside, Heather couldn’t hold in her gasp of horror as she saw the small cages extending the length of the room barely large enough to fit a woman inside. She knew this because several of the cages were already occupied with bound and gagged women. Bound just like her, these women whimpered as they stared through the bars at the new arrivals. The slaver unclipped each of the girls from the coffle and one by one forced them into cages. Soon it was Heather’s turn to be forced into a kneeling position and backed inside the cage. Once her exposed butt touched the cold metal at the back of the cage, she flinched and the cage door was slammed shut in her face and locked with a click.
Heather looked around mournfully, trying to shift in her spot and get used to her now cramped surroundings that barely gave her enough room to shift side to side. Staring through the bars, she watched as her friends were all forced into cages in the room and locked inside, trapping the entire dance crew behind who knew how many sets of locks. Once all the girls were locked away, the slaver left, slamming the door behind him. Finally alone, Heather began to sob openly as the events of the past few hours finally settled in. The girls around her also began to sob as well, and with a start she recognized a couple girls from other dance groups that had competed as well. They looked at her sadly through the bars of the cage, eyes red from crying as they too tried to comprehend this horrific scenario they now found themselves in.
Miserable, she tried to adjust her position as the doors clanged open and another group of girls were brought into the room. Despite the muzzle gags covering half of their faces, the fact that every girl wore a pair of thigh high boots allowed Heather to recognize the team as the one from Boston and could only watch as her friends on that team were locked away in cages. The slaver turned the lights off on his way out, plunging the room into darkness. The occasional sob and rattling of chains could be heard as Heather cried and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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“Wake up bitches!”
Heather whimpered mournfully as she was startled awake from her dream of the girls’ on stage performance that had happened only yesterday and into the harsh reality that her kidnapping and enslavement had not been some horrible dream. A slaver walked down the row of cages, banging a nightstick against the bars and scaring several of the girls awake before a trolley of bowls was wheelend down the row. Each cage was unlocked and the large panel gag removed from their mouth before a bowl full of brown mush was set down in front of each girl. Heather gasped with relief as the ball and panel combination was taken off of her before she looked down at the mush and wrinkled her nose. It looked extremely unappetizing, but given that she hadn’t eaten since well before last night’s performance her stomach argued strongly to eat. With their hands still chained behind them, the girls had no choice but to eat out of the bowls like a dog as the slavers watched on. The mush was tasteless but Heather soon cleaned out her bowl with her tongue and the dish was soon taken away from her. With the meal over, one by one each girl was pulled out of their cage, chained into a coffle and gagged with a ballgag. Heather was thankful it wasn’t the panelgag again, but the rubber ball was still humiliating and caused her jaw to ache as she sank her teeth into the rubber.
Why do they even bother gagging us. She thought as the line of girls was led out of the cage room and into the hallway. No one can possibly hear us.
She realized several steps later that they were gagged simply for the amusement of the slavers as a passing slaver slapped Christina’s butt, causing the girl to jump and give a muffled cry. The coffle was led down several corridors that all looked the same to Heather before they came to a makeup room. Each girl was chained down to a chair in front of a mirror and lights, where one of the female slavers applied some basic makeup to her face. “Better hope you get one of the nicer buyers out there.” She commented as she applied some eyeliner. “Would hate to see a pretty face like yours all battered and bruised.”
Heather whimpered in fear at the thought as she was hauled away from the makeup table and into a room that resembled the backstage area of a theatre. There were several shelves containing a variety of bondage equipment along the walls and she could see Esther and Christina both being manhandled into leather sleeves and some strange platforms on wheels with metal frames on it being moved towards them. A tug on her leash directed her attention elsewhere as she was led over to another shelf and her cuffs were removed. She barely had any time to register her temporary freedom before her arms were wrenched behind her and a leather armbinder similar to what she saw on her friends was drawn up her arms. The leathery bag felt like she was pulling a pair of boots on, until the slaver working on her began pulling the laces and it suddenly tightened around her arms. He continued to lace it up, causing her shoulders to strain as her elbows were crushed together and welded in place inside the leather sleeve. She gasped at the strain as her arms, however flexible, were now joined into a single, fingerless limb. Straps went over her shoulders and connected back to the armbinder, preventing it from falling down.
Heather mewled into her gag as she was felt up by the man and saw out of the corner of her eye one of those platforms being wheeled over to her. The frame was a T shape of metal tubes ending in cuffs and she immediately realized what they were for as she was forced to step onto the platform and go down on one knee. Her leg irons were removed, replaced with the thick cuffs that closed around her ankles, trapping her in place. A chain was clipped to the end of her armbinder to reinforce her kneeling position. She groaned and squirmed uncomfortably, it was like the position she started their performance set in, except now it was enforced with steel cuffs and her arms were welded into a single useless limb.
Using a handle behind her, the slaver pushed her on the platform out from the backstage area over to a large open area behind a curtain. Several of the team was already secured to platforms on the stage and as Jia and Kayley were wheeled out and positioned beside her, she realized in horror that the team was being positioned in their starting formation for their dance routine. But without their arms given that every girl’s arms were locked in the tight embrace of armbinders. All the girls looked at each other with terror and tears in their eyes, whimpering and tugging on their restraints as the rest of the dance crew was brought out. Large screens behind them flashed pictures of each of the girls, taken from the photoshoot each of the teams had done earlier in the week for the competition, now instead used to advertise the girls in a much more sinister way. The leather of her armbinder creaked as Heather strained against her bonds, but everything held secure as the curtains parted. “And now, our third group of the night.” The MC’s voice could be heard over the speakers. “The Atmosphere Dance Crew...”