Drake Mellia ground his teeth as he looked out over the dance floor of his club Nightfire as partygoers celebrated the approach of the new year. Drake had not always been his name, he’d left his old name and life behind when he fled with a duffle bag full of money and had gone on to become a successful businessman running one of the best nightclubs in the city. However that past life had recently caught up to him and he was now put into a very difficult position.
The text he had received two days ago had been chilling, his wife and two college age daughters bound and gagged and locked in a cage, somewhere out of his reach. Now in exchange for their return and the group never bothering him again, he was to kidnap ten girls from the club to be sold into slavery. There was a list of what they were looking for, a sporty blonde, tall Asian, slim brunette, and he knew that there would be no problem on New Year’s Eve which was the busiest night of the year. They also wanted one of his bottle service girls. He hated losing good staff but he didn’t have much choice in the matter. Fortunately or unfortunately, he was informed that a number of his bouncers were on the group’s payroll, meaning he didn’t have to get his hands dirty so to speak.
Now, he sat in his office as several of said bouncers were preparing for the first of their snatches of the night, involving isolating a girls bathroom and snatching all the girls inside of it. He didn’t like it, but he had no other choice, especially with a man in a dark suit sitting in one of his office chairs smoking a cigar and watching him through sunglasses. At 11pm at night in a club no less. He thought. Switching to a private channel on the radio connected to the men on board, he checked in on their status and how things were going down at the club level. Within a couple of minutes, they had temporarily blocked off the east bathroom, secured the fire exit, and had several masked bouncers lined up at the entrance to the bathroom. “We’re ready.” Came the response.”
“Lock it down then.” Drake commanded. “Go.”
The bouncers were swift and direct with their actions and as he watched on the cameras, Drake had a suspicion that they had done this many times before. They tripped the breaker to the bathrooms, turning the lights off that caused shrieks of surprise to come through the microphones as everything went dark. Armed with flashlights, the bouncers charged into the room, grabbing any girl they saw and clamping a chloroform rag down over their face, muffling their cries as they scratched and clawed but one by one the girls fell limp. The heels the girls wore would probably do some damage but the men were prepared and the biggest risk they had was one of the girls causing enough noise for someone in the men’s bathroom to notice, but soon all the girls were unconscious. Drake counted five girls now in their hands and after ensuring the hallway was clear, the men slung their catches over their shoulders and hurriedly rushed down the hall to the staff doors that led to one of the unused storerooms in the basement. That storeroom had been recently cleared and prepped with a large amount of binding materials and a new lock installed to prevent anyone from accessing it, or escaping.
He would visit later to see the catches, but that was a later problem. “Five down, moving to storage and will secure them there.”
He nodded unconsciously. That was half of the quota right there in a single snatch, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
- - -
Martin stood at the entrance to the bathrooms, keeping an eye out on the dance floor in his role as a bouncer when he heard a clatter of heels behind him and turned to see a brunette frantically running up to him. She stumbled over and grabbed onto his arm. “Please, you have to get help!” She rushed out.
Martin turned to protect her from the crush of people and led her back into the bathroom hallway. “Hey, hey, calm down. Slowly, what happened?”
She took a moment to try and steady her breathing. Martin’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in her generous figure wrapped in a tight red dress, the stockings covering long legs perched on heeled sandals. “There, there was a blackout in the bathroom, all the lights went out. There were some girls in there and then these men just came in and grabbed all the girls. They were drugged or something, I heard the girls stop struggling after a bit and then they were carried out. I just hid in the stall but someone kidnapped them!”
Martin drew himself up to his full height. “Let’s go see the owner then, this is very serious he needs to know. What’s your name?” He asked, hoping to seem very business-like.
“Marissa.” She said, now calming down. “Please, something is going on, there might be more. We have to find out what’s happening!”
“Follow me.” Martin said before leading her along the wall to one of the authorized personnel only doors and led her up a set of stairs.
The stairway was isolated, which was perfect for his next move as he pulled a bag from his pocket and took out a chloroform cloth. “Are we going up to the owner’s office?” Marissa asked in a shaky voice as they turned at another landing.
“You won’t be.” Martin said as he whirled and shoved the girl up against the wall, pressing the drugged cloth against her face.
He relished the shock in her eyes as she began to squirm, her lithe body unable to resist much against his overwhelming strength and size and despite taking some kicks in the legs and the look of betrayal in her eyes, she soon fell unconscious. “Martin here, found one the bathroom team missed, taking her to the others.” He reported before looking down at Marissa who was now seated on her butt on the landing.
There were no cameras in the stairs so he could have some fun with her, not that anyone would really notice where she was going, but the risk of being discovered by someone who was not in on the plan was too high and he sighed. Maybe the boss would let him have some fun later, and with that happy thought he gathered up the girl who could have blown the whistle on their plan and carried her off to the storeroom.
- - -
“Sarah, hey Sarah!”
The dark haired girl dressed like the other bottle service waitresses turned her head at Peter’s call. “Yeah?” She asked. “What’s up?”
“Got a call from upstairs, boss wants to see you.”
Sarah immediately stood upright and brushed out her short black dress. “Crap ok, what did I do this time?”
Peter shrugged. “He didn’t say, just wanted to see you.”
She sighed and nodded. “Thanks Pete.” She said before dropping off her tray and heading off through the back halls of the club.
It was much quieter in the back, some of the soundproofing was effective it seemed, and let her get away from the head pounding levels of sound that was so common in her day to day work. She was so distracted by thinking about what she may have been called for that she practically ran into Hillary who was dashing in the other direction. “Ugh.” Hillary groaned as she was thrown into the wall. “Watch, oh shit Sarah it’s you.”
Sarah had also been sent reeling by the collision as she stood back up along the wall and looked at her best friend at work, also dressed in the standard outfit of a service girl at the club in a short black dress with spaghetti straps and thigh high black leather boots with a short heel. “Oh god sorry Hillary.” She apologized. “I was so distracted, Drake wants to see me for something and I was just lost in thought.”
“Drake? What did you do this time?”
“Not sure, but I’ll see you later, don’t want to keep him waiting.”
Sarah said goodbye to her friend and dashed off down the corridor hoping she wasn’t late now. Her own black thigh high boots made clopping sounds as she took the stairs two at a time up to the executive level where the offices were and she tried to calm her beating heart as she walked up to Drake’s office door. Jeremy was the bouncer assigned to the area and seemed to know what she was there for, jerking a thumb over his shoulder with a nod. Sarah steeled herself as he stepped past him, completely unaware of him pulling a cloth soaked in chloroform from behind his back and she barely got three steps past him when she was grabbed, a cloth with a sharp scent pressed against her mouth and nose and a big arm wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms in place.
Her eyes shot open in surprise, sucking a breath in through her nose and immediately feeling woozy as she tried to struggle her way out of his grip. She knew it was Jeremy, but her slowly fading brain could not understand why he was doing this or what was going to happen to her as her struggles slowly faded and everything went black for her.
Jeremy kept the drugged cloth across her face for another ten seconds before stashing it back in a ziploc bag and slinging the girl over his shoulder. Huffing a little from exertion, he knocked on Drake’s office door and entered. Drake didn’t look happy but he pointed to Sarah’s limp form. “Happy?” He asked the man in the room who had directed him on which waitress they had wanted.
The man nodded. “Alright, take her down to join the others, I’ll be down there soon.” Drake said, dismissing Jeremy with a wave.
- - -
Out on the club floor, bounces scanned the crowd for any signs of trouble. Blake had his eyes on an Asian girl in an electric blue dress and white heels who was with a crowd of two other girls and was definitely knocking back more drinks than the others. A quick communication to the one server on their payroll ensured that her next drink had something a little bit stronger in it, and within minutes she began to struggle to stay awake. Blake shouldered his way through the crowd until he got to her group. “Hey.” He got their attention. “We noticed your friend isn’t doing too well, there’s a quiet room in the back, would you like me to take her there?”
The rest of the girls, also intoxicated and wanting to continue to party, gave their consent and after calling Martin over, the two bouncers carried the girl between them off of the club floor, down the back halls and down the stairs to the storeroom. By now the drugs had fully taken over and she was snoozing between them with her legs dragging, but it was exactly what they wanted. Knocking on the storeroom door, it was opened to reveal a masked face. “Got a present for you.” Blake grunted.
The door fully opened, allowing them to carry the Asian girl inside and Blake whistled as he saw the rest of the girls in the room. “What a haul.”
- - -
The quiet room plan was carried out a couple more times until they reached the ten girl quota and Drake waved to get the suited man’s attention. “Let’s check on them, we should have what you want by now.” Drake said, standing up from behind the desk.
He still didn’t know the name of the man that was sent to watch him, but that man stood as well and the two men walked to the office door. A knock on the door caused him to freeze with his hand on the handle, but Drake opened the door anyways to see Hillary, another one of his waitstaff and a good friend to Sarah, standing there. “Hi Drake, sorry to bother, was wondering if you’ve seen Sarah?”
Drake froze. “Uhh, not recently no I haven’t seen her tonight. What’s up?”
She frowned. “I ran into her in the hallway a while ago and she said she had been called up to your office. She hasn’t been here?”
Technically she had been, although now she was likely bound and gagged in the basement storeroom with the rest of the kidnapped girls. Adrenaline suddenly overrode everything and his hand shot out, grabbing onto Hillary’s wrist and yanking the dark haired girl inside the office, Losing her balance, she shrieked as she was pulled forward and landed on her face inside the office. Drake quickly shut the door as Hillary started to get up. “Drake what the hell!”
A glance at the man in the suit told Drake that he was offering no help at all, he was here to watch and see if Drake was going to hold up his end of the bargain. Gritting his teeth, he spotted a roll of electrical tape left from a recent repair on a table and snatched it up before leaping back on top of Hillary. His weight slammed Hillary onto the floor again, causing the girl to cry out as he fought to grab her arms and pull them behind her. She continued to scream at him, asking him what he was doing, what was wrong with him, but he blocked it all out. His office was soundproof anyways so no one would hear her.
Eventually he won and was able to wrench her arms behind her back and wind electrical tape around her wrists to secure them in place. Her booted feet continued to pound his back from behind but first he needed to shut her up. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he waited for her mouth to open again to scream and stuffed the cloth between her teeth. She gurgled at the unexpected intruder into her mouth but was unable to expel it before he used more wraps of electrical tape to make a tape cleavegag to hold that handkerchief into her mouth, taping over her hair which would probably be a disaster later but he needed something that would work.
As thrown together as it was, the gag was effective and Hillary’s cries were effectively muted. Satisfied, he turned his attention to her leather boots and after a brief fight, emerged victorious as he taped up her ankles and knees. Hillary’s attitude has changed now from anger to fear as Drake stood up, looking down at the Chinese girl. “Well done.” Came a voice behind him and he turned to look at the man who hadn’t lifted a finger to help him. “Take her downstairs, we’ll inspect the merchandise and get ready to move.”
- - -
Meanwhile in the back alley, one of the drivers was smoking beside a dumpster when he heard a fire exit open up further down the alley and someone came stumbling out. Those were supposed to be locked. He thought in annoyance. The clicking of heels became louder and eventually he stood up off of the wall, discarding the cigarette to see what was going on. It was a blonde, dressed in a cropped jacket and top, leather skirt, and thigh high white boots. She was also quite intoxicated, given how she was stumbling in the high heels of her boots and trying to hold onto the wall to keep herself from falling. The driver waited for a couple of minutes, in case someone came flying out of the door to reclaim their friend, but no one came and that meant she was easy pickings. With a grin, he emerged from behind the dumpster just as the girl turned around back towards the door that she came from.
She never saw him coming as he grabbed her from behind and a chloroform cloth went to work. Her spiked heels flew, at one point coming down on his foot causing a pained grunt to emerge from him but eventually she was subdued and he carried her back to his van, opening the back and dumping his newest catch on the metal floor. Most of their binding tools were inside in the duffle bags for the girls that they were snatching, but he was still prepared, grabbing a roll of duct tape and a ring gag off of the wall of his van and going to work. The girl’s wrists were first, pulled behind her back and crossed before tape was wrapped around the wrists to secure them. Her booted ankles and knees were next, before more was added above and below her generous breasts trapping her cropped jacket against her body. The ring gag was the finishing touch, forcing her mouth open and not blocking anything in the event she threw up. A dead slave was no good so the ring gag would allow her to vomit uninhibited if necessary.
Giving her butt a feel through the leather skirt, he grinned and exited the van, closing the doors behind him. “Van 1, one picked up in the alley.”
“Good work.” Was the response. “We’ll be ready to move soon. Be ready.”
- - -
Drake was very concerned the entire way downstairs that someone was going to spot him, but by some miracle he was able to carry the bound and gagged Hillary over his shoulder down two flights of stairs to the basement storeroom where the others were being kept. Once inside, he handed off Hillary to one of the other men to have her prepared for transport and get her properly tied up and instead walked behind the suited man as they inspected each of the girls.
The five girls from the initial bathroom snatched were lined up against pillars on the left side of the room. First was a blonde in a short white dress, long black gloves, and white ankle boots. Beside her was a redhead in a multicoloured dress that seemed like it should’ve been an art exhibit with knee length black boots. The two girls beside them seemed like sisters, both with long dark hair and similar features, the older dressed in a black leather dress and high heeled black ankle boots, the younger in a long gold dress and ankle strap heels. The fifth was a dark skinned girl in a cropped top, miniskirt, and black knee boots. Each of the girls were bound and gagged the same way, with rope around their wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. A chest harness connected to the elbow bonds pinned their arms against their backs and framed their breasts nicely, while red ballgags propped open their mouths and caused some of them to drool over their dresses. Most of them were awake, their eyes frantically darting around the room at the kidnappers and other victims, with some of them struggling against the ropes. Additional ropes bound them to the pillars, but that was just a temporary measure.
Next were the three girls snatched from the dance floor after being drugged and brought to the “quiet room”, along with the girl that had escaped the bathroom snatch. There was the Asian in the electric blue dress and heels, now accessorized with leather cuffs and straps that bound her wrists behind her back and strapped up her legs. More straps trapped her arms against her back and a collar was locked around her neck that was chained to a shelving unit to ensure she was not going anywhere when she woke up from her enforced nap. She was gagged with a black ballgag, which looked huge in her small mouth but did its job just as effectively. Beside her in similar leather restraints was a tall athletic blonde in a strapless white dress and strappy heeled sandals, a girl with dyed bright blue hair in a black long sleeve top, leather skirt, and thigh high suede boots, and a brunette in a red party dress, stockings, and heels.
The suited man seemed satisfied with these girls, who were in very strict bondage, and continued on. Drake wondered why they were tied up differently but decided that it wasn’t his place to ask and simply followed. The last two were his employees, Sarah and Hillary, in their black dresses and thigh high boots. They were gagged with white microfoam tape wrapped around their heads, but Drake could see their cheeks bulged beneath the tape with whatever stuffing the men had forced into their mouths. Their bonds were similar to the bathroom girls, rope surrounding their limbs and trapping their dresses tight against their chests. “Happy?” He asked the man.
“Certainly.” Was the answer. “These girls will do splendidly.”
“What about my family?” Drake pressed. “I’ve done as you asked, give them back now.”
“Ah yes, your wife and daughters are already en route to one of our processing facilities, where these girls are in fact headed. We do thank you but your usefulness is now done.”
The man turned with a silenced pistol and shot Drake twice in the chest, causing screams to come from the girls who were conscious as they watched the nightclub boss fall to the ground in a pool of blood. “Get the girls ready for transport.” He instructed. “Then we light a fire and scram, no one will know where the girls will have gone. Chop chop.”