Denise looked sadly at the long chain leash that led from the collar around her neck to the anchor in the floor in the middle of the room. The basement room was small, with concrete floors and walls, a small toilet in the corner, a pad for her to sleep on, and not much else. The slender dark haired girl was completely naked, as she had been since the day after her kidnapping and was curled up on the cot. Leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and ankles, with her wrists locked together behind her back and a small length of chain connecting her ankles. A black ballgag was strapped deep into her mouth, compressing her cheeks and causing her to drool over her naked body.  The collar buckled and locked around her neck was also leather, ensuring that she stayed a prisoner of the room even if she could undo the locks on the door that led in and out.

She stretched the chain out until it went taut and looked around the room. Since her kidnapping and subsequent sale to her current owner, there had been a lot of downtime for her to think about her situation and things men did to own a slave. As a psychology major, she also found herself assessing herself throughout the horrors that had accompanied her unexpected entrance into white slavery. The thing that she was thinking about now was her leash. This length of chain, several feet long, with two padlocks on either end that connected it to her collar and to an anchor sunk deep into the ground.

Before her kidnapping, she was a free girl and her world was whatever she wanted it to be. She could go and do whatever she wanted to do. This simple piece of chain took that all away. Her world was now an eight foot radius in this room with how little she was able to reach. Technically her world was the room she was locked in, but the leash reduced the size of everything. Out of habit, she tugged on the leash a couple of times with her body, knowing that no matter what she did, the sturdy chain wouldn’t be breaking loose anytime soon. Taking a moment to pause, she thought back to when she had been snatched away from her normal, college girl life.

Her kidnapping had been very sudden. Men had broken into the apartment she shared with her best friend Mina during the night and attacked while the two girls slept peacefully in their beds. There were two men per girl and they attacked with the synchronization and ease of long practice. A ballgag had been forced into her mouth as it opened to breathe, startling her awake and muffling her scream of surprise as she saw the dark shapes in the room with her. At the same time, the covers at the end of her bed had been thrown up and cuffs snapped shut around her ankles. Pinning her down, the men worked quickly to throw the bed covers off and immediately secure her flailing arms behind her back with rope. More rope had been wound around her chest and arms, pinning the oversized tshirt she wore against her body and then the cuffs around her slim ankles were replaced with rope at the knees, thighs and ankles. Whimpering in fear, Denise could do nothing as she heard the faint sound of more struggles through the thin walls of the bedroom, where more men were likely doing the same thing to Mina, before the men picked her up and carried her out of the bedroom.

In the main room of the apartment, Denise cried out as she saw Mina also being carried over a man’s shoulder. The four intruders assembled with their two pretty captives, nodding in approval as the two girls sobbed into the red rubber ballgags and squirmed, helpless to do much against the ropes and the strong grip of the men carrying them. The girls had then been stuffed into duffle bags and carried out of their apartment, down to a waiting van which had spirited them off to a hidden facility.

The thought of Mina caused a tear to trickle down her cheek. She would give anything right now to have her best friend beside her, they could at least get through this situation together. But it wasn’t going to happen. She had watched her friend get sold off to someone else, they had shared one last terrified look of pleading before she had been carried away to her new owner, pulled on a leash attached to her collar off the stage to the back. Then Denise had been up next.

Her world, so easily shattered apart in less than an hour, reduced to the small cages, cuffs, restraints, and other humiliations and punishments that the slavers had doled out over the course of a couple of weeks. Denise had lost track of all time, only knowing days had past when the slavers had fed them some kind of mush. It was a reminder that she no longer had any control over anything. That she was simply an object, a possession. And now she belonged to someone else.

She thought she heard footsteps outside of the cell door, but shook her head. She had been paranoid about any sounds since her kidnapping, since someone approaching her usually meant punishment, pain, or training. Her master wouldn’t be checking on her in person, he had cameras in her cell for that. Denise rolled onto her side, staring at the leash anchor in the center of the room and tugged fruitlessly on her cuffs. A girl once on track to become an engineer, her world had been reduced from infinite to an eight foot radius. She was just an object, a possession, and her master could do whatever he wanted with her...