Shirley was nervous. Tonight was potentially one of the biggest nights of her life. If she got the information that she came here for, it would be absolutely groundbreaking news. After months of working sources, she finally had a breakthrough with a contact that she had made in a white slavery ring. Dozens of girls had gone missing over the span of the past couple years, and she had been privately investigating it on the side since her bosses at work didn’t seem to care much for chasing it down as a story and pouring resources into something the police were stumped on.

Finally a car pulled into the parking lot and Shirley let out a sigh of relief as she saw who was in it. Hannah Song stepped out of the car, a longtime friend, confident, FBI agent, she was a woman built to kick ass. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her sharp Asian features and she was dressed in casual clothes of a leather jacket, white shirt, jeans, and combat boots. Shirley could see her badge was on her belt and before she closed the car door she withdrew a pistol and tucked it into her jeans at her back. “Hey Shirley.”

Hannah was there to provide backup when dealing with some shady individuals and was more than happy to help out a friend, especially since it was a case that Hannah herself had been trying to track for some time without much luck. “Hey thanks again for coming.”

“No problem, hopefully this guy gives you enough we can break this wide open and we get clearance to move in. Ready for this?”

Shirley swallowed. She hated how nervous she got when meeting contacts. “As I’ll ever be, let’s go.”

The two women crossed the parking lot and entered the warehouse area. The large metal buildings cast long shadows in the moonlight and poor lighting meant that everywhere was shrouded in darkness. Counting the large numbers on the buildings, Shirley stopped when she reached 71 and went around the side of the building to a door with an orange light over it. She knocked three times on the door, then another three times in the pattern that she was instructed to. The door opened a crack, a chain preventing it from opening all the way and she saw the pinched face of Pietro, her contact. “You bring the money?”

Shirley held up an envelope which Pietro reached for but she pulled back. “That wasn’t the deal, you get us in, we talk to your guy, and you get paid.”

He didn’t seem happy but he relented. “Who’s she?” he asked, jutting his chin towards Hannah.

“Insurance.”

He seemed even more unhappy at that answer but he nodded his head and closed the door. Shirley heard voices on the other side and exchanged a quick glance with Hannah who put a hand behind her to grasp her gun before the chain was unlatched and the door swung open. Behind the door was a small break room, with a table and plastic chairs and not much else. A coffee maker stood on the counter and it was pretty unremarkable for a room. Pietro beckoned across to the room to one of the unopened doors and held his hand out for the money. Shirley obliged and he opened the door. Inside the room a middle aged man sat behind a desk who stood up when Shirley walked through the door. “Ms. Kosenko, I’ve been expecting you.”

Shirley stepped inside with Hannah following and opened her mouth to answer when she heard a crackle of electricity and a cry from Hannah behind her. Whirling around in shock, Shirley watched as Hannah collapsed, seemingly in slow motion, the taser used to shock her still crackling with electricity as the man dressed in black that had been hidden behind the door turned towards her.

It was a trap, Pietro had betrayed her and that realization was the last thing that passed through Shirley’s mind before another taser struck her from behind and the world went black.

- - -

Shirley groaned, her head throbbing as she slowly came to. Trying to shift in her sitting position, her body failed to respond to her and that convinced her that she really needed to open her eyes. Looking down, her upper body had been strapped into a red leather bolero straitjacket. She’d heard of this design once from a kinky friend, but now strapped into one she was not in the mood to appreciate how well her breasts were framed by the leather straps and her arms trapped in a forced hug. She’d been stripped completely naked while unconscious, with the straitjacket now being the only article of clothing on her body. Leather straps at the thigh, knees, and ankles pinned her legs together, with additional straps at the waist and over her lap held her to the metal chair she was now seated in. She could feel a leather collar around her neck, which was chained to the wall behind her and a ballgag filled her mouth completely, preventing any sort of words from exiting the reporter’s mouth.

She’d been betrayed. And while it was a bit of a shock, Shirley was upset with herself for falling into such a trap. Of course a group that enslaved innocent girls would have no qualms against taking those who poked their noses too deep and making them disappear off the face of the earth. Biting down into the rubber of the ballgag, she squirmed and strained against the restraints and found very little give. There was unlikely to be an opportunity where they would allow her a possibility of escape. A moan to her right startled her and she turned to see Hannah seated in another chair beside her.

Hannah was bound identically, except in a black bolero straitjacket instead of the red won that Shirley wore. Her lips were stretched around a large red ballgag strapped deep into her mouth and she also had additional accessories in a pair of clamps on her nipples that were connected to wires that led away from the two girls to a box on a wheeled trolley. Growls began to escape from behind the ballgag as Hannah began to struggle furiously. Shirley could see the rage building in her friend at the betrayal, and both girls knew that what was coming next would not be an improvement on the situation.

Hannah continued to struggle, throwing herself against the straps with far more energy than Shirley could muster up. Maybe she was feeling guilty about dragging her friend into this situation, but she couldn’t meet Hannah’s eyes as her friend struggled against the unrelenting leather. Unfortunately, that meant she looked down at Hannah’s exposed breasts, the pale orbs framed nicely by the black leather of the straitjacket. Shirley shook herself out of staring at Hannah’s exposed body and turned her attention back to her own restraints.

Shirley did her best to struggle against the leather keeping her prisoner until the door to the room they were locked in banged open and three figures walked in. One was the man she was supposed to meet, followed by a man and woman dressed head to toe in black. “So Ms. Kosenko, thank you for accepting our invitation. Although I will admit you did come with a rather unexpected prize.”

He smiled at Hannah who cursed at him through her gag and continued to struggle. “However, Pietro informs us that you’ve gained considerable evidence about us and we want to know where it is. You can give it to us and make things simple, or we can have Ms. Song of the FBI receive a rather shocking experience.”

To emphasize his point, the woman standing at the controls turned a dial and Hannah screamed behind her gag, her body straining against the leather straps as an electric current flowed through her nipples. After a few seconds it was turned off and Hannah slumped in her bonds, breathing hard and drooling across her exposed breasts as she struggled to control herself. Shirley stared in horror as her friend seemed smaller than before in the chair, slumping in her bonds and struggling to pull herself together. Shirley knew at any point those electrified nipple clamps would be turned against her and she would be far more likely to break under torture than Hannah.

Still it broke her inside to see Hannah suffering, especially due to her being naive. She moaned behind her ballgag and chomped down hard into the rubber ball. She had to try and hold out, since the keeper of her evidence was her roommate Rachel, and betraying her to a lifetime of slavery was something she couldn’t bear to do. Bad enough that Hannah and her were going to be enslaved, it would be the ultimate betrayal to give up Rachel too. But as the man advanced on her and Hannah was given another round of shock torture, Shirley squirmed against the straitjacket, wondering how long they could hold out before she betrayed more of her friends.