As the girls finally called it a night and headed for the car, Jasmine felt her pulse quicken as she sent off a brief text to say they were leaving. As the one sober one amongst the bachelorette party and the designated driver, she had to keep a clear head, which was even more needed for what she was about to pull off. Her role as the maid of honour meant she was responsible for all the planning, the whole day of activities, the night out that they were now coming home from at four in the morning, and while she was super thankful to the support of the other bridesmaids she had a job to do: the removal of the bride. She glanced at Angie, one of her best friends and the bride, currently clad in shiny white thigh high boots, a white party dress, long gloves, and a “bride to be” sash that was barely hanging onto her. She was currently being supported between Mel and Emma as they drunkenly carried their friend towards the van. The rest of the group included Mel, Emma, and Alissa, all dressed in matching white thigh high boots and party dresses in varying colours to keep in the theme of the group.
Mel and Emma deposited Angie in the front passenger seat before the other three bridesmaids piled into the back. Jasmine took a moment to make sure Angie wasn’t going to throw up all over her car before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. Tonight was going to be the last night Angie and the rest of the girls spent as free women, so she made sure it was a fun one with all the events planned out. The reason for that was Angie’s fiancé Justin, a handsome hunk of a man who really should have had the brains to go for someone smarter than Angie. He had drunkenly confessed once to Jasmine that he had feelings for her as well, but given that he was already engaged to one of her best friends it was usually frowned upon to break up with your fiancée to pursue her good friend. So Jasmine hatched a plan for their bachelorette party. Contacting some sketchy people on the darknet, she had eventually been pointed to a group known for their acquisition of women. Heck they even had their own company name: Private Acquisitions. Arranging a payment for their services, Jasmine planned out a scenario where their car would be forced off the road on the way home from the night out and the men would descend upon their vehicle, snatching the four other women in the car in a kidnapping that would result in the disappearance of the whole bridal party, except Jasmine who would either heroically escape or be saved at the last second. Probably the second but the goal was the removal of Angie, and with her out of the picture, Justin would be all hers.
This late at night, there were practically no cars on the highway as they drove the hour long drive back home, passing through some very isolated stretches of highway. About half an hour into the ride, they came to the section where the plan was going to take place and Jasmine’s hands tightened on the wheel as as a van pulled onto the highway from the side of the road and began following them. The girls were still completely unaware, Mel and Emma were still laughing away in the backseat, Angie was asleep in the passenger seat beside her and Alissa was also passed out in the back. She watched in her side mirror as the van accelerated, catching up to their car and pulling alongside them. Despite knowing it was coming, Jasmine was still not prepared for the exact moment that their van was hit and driven off the road. One moment she was driving straight, the next, there was a weightlessness almost as they careened off the road for a couple seconds before the van landed in a ditch. The impact was strong enough to knock her teeth out, added with a one two punch as the airbag blew up into her face stunning her, but after the cries of surprise settled down it was just the girls groaning as they tried to recover. With her head still ringing, Jasmine was dimly aware of a truck pulling up beside the van, as well as emergency lights coming from somewhere behind them to divert traffic away from the accident.
The stunned girls weren’t aware of anything potentially being wrong as the passenger door was wrenched open and the seatbelt holding Angie in place was cut through. Jasmine feigned still being relatively unconscious, but through her mostly closed eyelids she did see gloved hands reach in and grab Angie, yanking her out of the car as she gave a surprised shriek, her boots flailing as a hand clamped over her mouth and she was pulled away. “H-hey.” Alissa said weakly from behind Jasmine. “What was that?”
Her answer came in the form of her door opening, a dark shadow of a man standing there almost invisible in the darkness of the night as he cut through her seatbelt. Alissa was barely able to resist, kicking into Jasmine’s seat as she was pulled out of the car and into the night. Emma was now aware that something was very wrong, but pinned between the car door and an unconscious Mel, she wasn’t able to do anything except start screaming for help. Her cries were answered as Jasmine unlocked the doors, allowing the men to open up Emma’s door and snatch her as well. Jasmine watched as Emma’s white boots and blonde hair disappeared into the night, before the men returned for the unconscious Mel and removed her from the car as well.
With the car now eerily empty, Jasmine stopped feigning unconsciousness, although given the surge of nausea that overcame her when she pulled herself upright, she almost wished she had really been knocked out by the impact. Despite knowing that she had just sold four of her friends into slavery for the rest of their lives, she felt a surge of triumph. Justin was going to be hers! With the slavers scared off by the arrival of police conveniently before she was taken out of the car, she would be the sole survivor of a horrific engineered accident by kidnappers looking to make a score on a group of young, hot women.
She jumped as her car door was opened and one of the men was standing there. “Want to take a look?” He asked.
Jasmine agreed and undid her seatbelt before shakily stepping out of the car. The man led her towards the van, which in the light from the fake police vehicle behind her she could barely tell the back doors were open. Her eyes soon adjusted though as she walked over to see four other men in dark clothes surrounding the van, and the clanking of chains and sobbing voices told her all she needed to know about the state of her friends. Each blonde girl had their arms wrenched behind their backs and secured with cuffs at the wrists and elbows. Another pair of handcuffs encircled their booted ankles, padlocked to an eyebolt on the floor of the van to prevent any sort of leg movements. A leather collar was padlocked around each neck, chained to the wall of the van to keep them upright and in place on the metal benches that ran the length of the van on both sides and to complete their bondage, a red rubber ballgag filled each mouth. A flurry of gagged cries and sobs greeted her as Jasmine became visible, although the tone changed rather quickly when they realized she was standing free and not bound or gagged. “You boys have outdone yourselves.” She grinned.
Each of the girls also had their dresses pulled down and bras torn off, revealing their bare breasts. Stepping into the van, Jasmine reached over and grabbed Angie’s sizable boobs. “And just like this, Justin will be mine. Isn’t that a shame Ange?”
The expression on Angie’s face was hard to read. Somewhere between betrayal, anguish, and anger as she suffered in the hands of her traitorous maid of honour. Jasmine ran a hand down the length of Angie’s boots, enjoying the feel of PVC before arching back as Angie attempted to kick her. The chains brought the kick well short of reaching Jasmine, but she responded with a slap across the face. “Bitch!” She spat, enjoying the sight of Angie’s head being snapped sideways, the jealousy and fury finally taking over. “He will be so much happier with me, he’s said it before and with you now fully out of the picture, he will be there to comfort me and me him in the aftermath of the disappearance of his fiance and friends.”
She turned her attention to the other three horrified girls as they realized what this was all about. “Sorry girls, you’re unfortunately just collateral damage. I’ll miss you all, but Justin is where my true happiness lies.”
Jasmine gave one more hateful look at Angie before turning and exiting the van. “Thank you all again.” She addressed the men. “You’ll find your payment waiting for you when these girls are driven away.”
She took two steps towards her wrecked car, intent on feigning unconsciousness until the police arrived, before she was grabbed by multiple sets of hands. “Hey what the fuck!?”
“Sorry Jasmine.” The leader who had led her to the van said, not sounding very sorry at all. “But it is so much easier for us to simply make you all vanish with no one knowing what happened here. Maybe some other time you get that happy ending, but not tonight.”
Jasmine’s leg flashed out, her boot connecting with the crotch of the man but the unfleshlike thump sound and sudden ache in her ankle told her that he was armoured there. For slavers, maybe that made sense. They didn’t give her a second chance, immediately her booted legs were grabbed and chained together, one set of cuffs at the ankles, another at the knees. She struggled the best she could but against multiple men she stood no chance. Her wrists and elbows were soon cuffed behind her, her dress yanked down to cause her breasts to spill out and a ballgag was strapped into her mouth. One of the men whistled as he fondled her exposed breasts. “Damn, I sure am happy we chose to nab her too!”
“Save it for later.” The leader snapped. “Get her in the van and get rid of the car, we have to move before the cops show up.”
Jasmine was bundled towards the van and thrown inside onto the floor, flinching as her bare breasts came in contact with the cold metal but the men did not care and continued with ruthless efficiency. Her legs were bent until she could feel the heels of her boots with her hands and an additional chain secured into a tight hogtie on the ground. Another leather collar was sourced from somewhere and buckled around her neck before being chained to another eyebolt on the floor. Next her leg cuffs were then bolted to another spot to keep her rigidly in place on her front in a hogtie so tight she couldn’t twitch, and she suspected they had intentionally placed her directly in front of Angie. The vindictive bitch then proceeded to dig the toes of her boots into Jasmine’s side, and unable to get away she could only suffer as Angie did her best to exact any revenge she could on the maid of honour. “Enjoy the ride.” One of the men laughed before slamming the door on the bride and her bridesmaids, plunging the sobbing girls into darkness.