Disclaimer: This is a much darker story of mine than usual.  It was done for a competition and was fun to write but I also obviously hate slavery in real life


Christen smiled as she raised her face to the shower and enjoyed the warm water flowing over her body as she stood in the shower.  The beautiful mixed race girl was one of the top students at Heroine High.  Or as some people mockingly called it, 'Damsel U'.  Christen would always shake her head and go 'at least call it Damsel High if you're going to mock us'.  She let those comments roll off her back like the current warm water.  There would always be people trying to keep you down.  Christen knew this.  But she wanted to become a hero, and on the sink counter was the key; an old bracelet with carvings of canines placed into it.  Christen had always loved dogs and now by focusing her spiritual energy the 18 year old could create apparitions of various canines to be summoned to her aid.  It required her to be wearing the bracelet of course, and also too focus her spiritual energy.  But for now the athletic teen was showering as she had returned from Heroine High's soccer practice.  She was the captain of the team and it showed on her body.  Her chest was smaller than the stereotypical heroine.  However her legs were immaculate, long and muscular, with a rear end that looked incredible in her superheroine uniform.  Her face was angelic and her dark hair fell past her shoulders.

Meanwhile a man entered her family's apartment.  She was the only one there and he had a job too do.  Given to him by the people who actually controlled the city.  He had seen a picture of her.  Unbelievably beautiful.  Her father was both black and latino, her mother was white and filipino.  In the end it was an incredible combination and she had a rocking body with a smooth cinnamon or caramel shaded skin, she would sell well at the auction block.  He smirked as he approached the bathroom and pressed a button and with a press of a button all the lights in the building turned off, it was a sunny evening outside but only a few streams of light came through the shower window.

"Did a fuse blow?"  Christen wondered as she rinsed the shampoo out of her long dark hair, as she did so she thought she heard the door close but didn't immediately register it as she reached to pull back the shower curtain.  She gasped and jumped back as suddenly the curtain was violently pulled to the side, there a large and muscular looking man stood standing in the darkened bathroom.  He wore a thick leather jacket and a pair of blue jeans along with a black balaclava on his head.

"Hello beautiful."  The man said with an australian accent.  The man took a moment to look over the gorgeous teen as she stood in the shower nude, her hair slick in the water.  Her brown skin perfect as her chest rose and fell, her hazel gray eyes wide.  The little light coming through the window seemed to focus on her.  Composing herself Christen quickly shot out a leg but the man easily caught the ankle and spun her around.  She caught herself on the shower wall her palms flat against the wall, her stomach rising and falling quickly as her breath quicken, pushing her toned belly against the wall.  She tried to turn to look but the man stepped into the shower and sent a fist into her back as he grabbed her right arm.  "Don't try it sweetheart."  He said with a chuckle.

"Get off of me!"  Christen muttered as she struggled as water fell on them.  The man chuckled as he ignored her weakened kicks as he took rope and bound her wrists and then elbows tightly and painfully together.  He reached down and groped her ass and ran a hand up her slick stomach.  "How dare you, you- ahhh!"  She cried out as the man pushed her harder into the shower wall while using his free hand to slap her immaculate ass.

"I would quiet down sweetie."  The man said smiling as the girl squirmed against the wall.  He didn't mind the water on his jackets as he felt Christen's slick skin.  Some women are called hot, others cute, but Christen was beautiful.  Her face wasn't one of a model who hung on the arm of a celebrity, nor was it one of the girl next door, no it was that of a gorgeous women who turned heads with her angelic features.  When her picture had been slid in front of him the man grinned, all he had too do was sneak in, capture her, and enjoy watching as her her incredible face and body was reduced to merchandise to be bid on.

"No get off of me!  How dare you- oh my god."  She muttered as the man unzipped his pants.  The rope around her wrists and ankles cinched more tightly the more she struggled, pinning them tightly together from her wrists to her elbows making her groan in pain.  "No don't!"  She cried out before gasping as the muscular man entered her, she tried to break free only for the man to control her body, groping her waist and fingering her deep round navel as he roughly continued to thrust into her.  She had a magnificent body and this was part of the deal of him 'acquiring' her.

"Now sweetheart."  The man said as he enjoyed the pleasurable experience for him.  "I wouldn't fight right now, you know who sent me, and you know what your fate is going to be."  Christen started to lightly sob as the man had his way with her body as he groped her caramel skin.  Finishing he let the water continue to wash over them, paying no heed to the beads of water rolling down her skin and his jacket.  Pulling her out of the shower the room was very dim, he tossed her wet body to the floor, though in a way where she landed on her thighs and side first.  Christen didn't even try to stand up as she sobbed on the bathroom floor.

"No, please, get away you bastard!"  She said sending a kick at the man who chuckled, again grabbing her legs.  

"Amazing legs."  He said running he hand up her leg as he put his knee in her back, pinning her down as he put shackles on her ankles before taking a chain and putting her in an extremely tight hogtie making her groan as she now also sobbed in discomfort.  The man ran his hands up her smooth back before painfully slapping her ass, leaving a sting mark.

"Please, don't do this."  Christen whimpered, she closed her eyes and sobbed as the man grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

"Another gal from Damsel U."  He whispered in her ear.  "Yeah, you know what group sent me, and you know what that means for your future.  We're going to put you on the auction block and sell you.  Look around sweetheart, this is the last of this place you're ever going to see.  You're freedom is gone, and for now on you're just going to be a poor little slave."  The man smirked as Christen lowered her head and sobbed as he released her hair.  "Oh don't worry love, there's only about a ninety percent chance that you're sold to a complete sadist, now open up."  With this he forced a ballgag tightly into her mouth before taking out what looked to be a cross of a mesh and and fine net, easily he rolled Christen's body into it and wrapped it around her.  It seemed to be easily molded to her body, sticking to her slick skin like spider's silk.

"Noooomph-pless-ahhhhhhhhhaiiiiiieee!"  Christen started to beg into the gag and struggle before the mesh activated, sending excruciating electrical shocks throughout her entire body, her muscles contorted and locked up, and she struggled to gasp for air and she felt the burning shocks course through her veins.  This lasted for thirty seconds before subsiding, leaving Christen gasping for air as she fought not to sob to hard.

"Ah yes love, now you see why this mesh is so special.  Try not to move to much or speak to loudly or you'll get another taste of that shock."  Christen continued to breath through her nose deeply as the man with an Australian accent continued to mock her.  "Ah, and I'll be taking this of course."  He said reaching down and picking up her Canine bracelet.  "We'll make a nice souvenir."  Placing the bracelet in his back pocket Christen found herself placed inside a dufflebag, fitting due to her painfully tight hogtie, the man was able to easily carry her out of the apartment complex as someone was finally able to fix the fuse, just as the man walked out to his car.  "Enjoy the ride darling."  The man said opening his trunk and roughly tossing Christen into it.  The mesh activated again, and one could hear the muffled screams as the trunk was closed and the car drove off.

-

Hannah yawned as she closed her locker, taking one last look at her schedule to make sure that she had the correct textbooks.  After being at Heroine High for the last three months as an exchange student Hannah Sayed didn't need to check, but it was a habit of her's.  The brown skinned girl had enjoyed her time in the states, even if her upbringing in the UK made her convinced that everyone was driving on the wrong side of the road.  Not that it mattered, she always took public transportation, and the girls at this place could indeed fight, not that their crime fighting uniforms was as good as across the pond.  Though that might be something that her American friends could argue, though few would argue that she looked sexy in her normal attire.  Reflective of her crime fighting outfit, she wore a yellow croptop that showed of her sexy and toned midsection while a white miniskirt hugged her figure and knee high boots finished off the flamboyant outfit.  Some were surprised considering Hannah's religious views, but she felt the idea that her views and fashion choices couldn't coexist was moronic. All in all her outfit mixed with her south asian heritage made heads turn. Looking up she saw a friend of her's, who look downtrodden.  "Hey Marisa, are you okay?"

"Umm, hey Hannah."  Marisa replied, her mind obviously in a far off place.  Hannah's brow became furrowed, Marisa was one of the smartest and most confident girls at the school.  A gorgeous latina, with long dark brown hair and golden skin, her body was the bane of 99% of the female population.  No part of her body to small or too large, but the perfect proportions in relation to her athletic physique.  Captain of the softball team, she wore a plaid shirt over a tanktop, and jeans that showed off her amazing rear end and legs.  On her back her softball bat was placed in a pocket on the side of her backpack, it was more than a simple bat for her.

"Marisa what's wrong?"  Hannah asked as her friend was starting to look distraught.  Marisa took a deep breath and shook her head.

"Christen went missing yesterday."  Marisa said, the words almost stuck in her throat.  Hannah immediately frowned, understanding that Christen, the captain of the soccer team, was best friends with Marisa, one of the co-captains of the softball team.  "Hannah.  You know what that likely means."  Marisa hung her head and let out a shuddering breath.  Hannah knew what it meant as well.  The Heroines largely produced from this school was a thorn in the crime syndicates' side.  Still it was a dangerous profession they had chosen, and even while being in school the villains of their world sought vengeance, usually not to take their lives, but to take their freedom.  To put a superheroine on the auction block was the goal of many, to see them reduced to a submissive slave was worth more than the fortune they brought in from the auction block.

"Oh Marisa I'm so sorry."  Hannah said shaking her head.  "Do we have any leads?"  Marisa looked up, her brown eyes obviously upset, almost angry at the question that Hannah asked, not at Hannah herself, but the circumstances surrounding it.

"Of course not."  Marisa said her voice shaking.  "There's never any leads.  Six of us have gone missing in the last three months!  Lilith, Raquel, Chloe, Courtney Sanchez, Yasmin, Christen; that's not even talking about Andrea Tavarez who went missing last year!"  Marisa shook her head again.  "Those bastards are good, they know how to get us, and lets face it, half of the police are in one groups pocket or another.  The missing persons investigations are short and not that deep.  No, they put us on an auction block with impunity."

"Marisa."

"I have to go."  Marisa said taking a breath.  She started to walk away but turned.  "But if I do find out anything, will you help?"

"I promise."

-

With another flick of the wrist the bullwhip went out again, lashing against the brown skin, wrapping around the front of the teen's midsection, brown skin was covered in red streaks that continued to burn and sting long after the whip left the body.  A few seconds later the bullwhip went out again, kissing its bite across the girl's belly and down to her thigh.  Another muffled scream was released, it would of been ear piercing if it wasn't for the large cleave gag in her mouth.  The latina was on a wench that kept her on the balls of her feet, she screamed again as the bullwhip wrapped around her side, forcing more tears from her eyes as her body shook in agony.  

"I must say slave your screams never dull me no matter how much I torture you."  The man with the whip said as he placed it back on it pedestal.  Johnny Heartsveil was the leader of the largest Slaver organization on the east coast.   He controlled much of the city and the girls he captured brought in millions, soon to be billions.  But his true prize hung nude in front of him.  Andrea Tavarez, the Minuet Maiden was what she use to be called, for now on though all the villains knew her by the name Heartsveil had given her.  "The Screaming Senoirta, you've earned that name this past year."  Heartsveil said, walking up and groping her wonderful body.  Andrea moaned in her gag as her owner fondled her.  She had quickly deduced that Heartsveil had his own superpower, he was able to tell where people were and if they were lying by detecting their heartbeats.  Heartsveil wanted her to truly submit to being his submissive slave, and so she had.  She obeyed all her master's commands, she didn't fight back, she accepted her torture sessions.  But he never actually asked if she had given up hope, and she had not, for she still believed, even after a year of being property, that her friends would come for her.  

"Mmmmph."  Please, she tried to beg through the wad of cloth kept firm in her mouth by the cleave gag.  As she felt Heartsveil grope her behind she was forced to come to terms with the fact that her hope died just a bit every day.  

"My Senorita, I think the whip had more sting today than usual."  Heartsveil said as he unhooked Andrea's shackles around her ankles and placed her legs around his waist.  Andrea had broken into one of his slaving holding areas to rescue a volleyball team from the local school, but it was a trap, and ever since she had been a slave to her cruel owner.  She moaned as Heartsveil entered her, enjoying every aspect of his slave.  She still held out hope however.

-

A half hour later Heartsveil lead Andrea out to the main room of his hideout.  A short set of stairs led to a comfortable chair where Heartsveil sat as he and visitors did business.  His Lieutenant had told him someone had arrived, and now Andrea was forced to walk as a chain leash was pulled, making her stumble forward.  Dressed up in white lingerie with matching white stockings, the beautiful latina was a sight to behold.  Her raven hair flowed down her back, and her flawless skin was only marked by the whip marks and bruises inflicted upon her by her master.  As they reached the chair Andrea gingerly kneeled to the side of Heartsveil chair, head slightly bowed, her toned stomach on full display, along with the red marks that still stung.  Her ankles were shackled, though far enough where she was able to walk, the shackles that placed her wrists behind her back were much tighter.

"Ah, Hunter!  How was your task?"  Heartsveil said, his voice full of happiness as he smiled down.  Andrea looked up just slightly to see a man, muscular, though not bulky.  He wore a leather jacket and jeans that had more pockets than usual.  He opened his mouth to speak with an Australian accent as he held an unzipped dufflebag.

"Oh, it went very well."  Hunter said tossing the dufflebag forward, a teen girl spilled out as the mesh activated once again.  Her cries of suffering could be heard as the electrical shocks once again scorched her skin and nerves.  Once it subsided Hunter went over and unrolled the mesh, deactivating it.  Andrea let out a light moan from behind her duct taped lips as she saw who it was.

"Ah Canine Priestess."  Heartsveil said leaning forward, obviously mocking the poor mixed girl that laid before him.  "So nice for you to finally join us.  I'm sure you know miss Tavarez from your days studying together."  The hogtied girl was able to roll onto her side.

"Plesssmphh!."  She was able to gasp out from behind her ballgag, her eyes wide with fear though exhausted.  Her limbs were somehow both numb and in tremendous pain, something that Heartsveil would take advantage of, he knew how to make regaining feeling in limbs painful.  

"What was that?  Please take out her gag."  Heartsveil ordered with a smirk as one of his minions did so.  "What was that you were trying to say?"  He said to the former superheroine at the foot of the stairs.

"Please!  Please, you don't have to do this."  The poor girl begged.  "You don't have to do it."

"Do what?"  Heartsveil said still smirking.  Christen looked at him in terror and gulped.  "Well?"

"Please.  You- you don't have to enslave me.  Please don't sell me!"  Christen was terrified and was begging for mercy, which amused Heartsveil, he found forcing girls to admit what their fate was helped break them.  

"Not to be stereotypical but why should I?"

"Please, I don't deserve this.  You sell us to sadists, my life will be hellish.  Please, have mercy, I won't come back, I'll retire, I'll say I don't know who kidnapped me!"  The caramel skinned girl was desperate but she knew there was no way out.

"What you said is true Miss Christen."  Heartsveil said, using her name to humanize her, only so he could break her sense of self.  "But none of the girls I sell deserve it.  Most aren't heroines who are a thorn in my side.  Those girls on the school's volleyball team that I used to lure the Screaming Senorita here were just attractive athletic girls that I knew would sell well.  And I am under no threat of attack currently so that's not a reason to release you when I know a dozen buyers, and yes they're all sadists, that have heard of your disappearance and are offering, well lets just say a normal girl might go for two-hundred grand.  A pretty superheroine like you starts at ten times that.

Christen was openly weeping now.  Andrea's stomach turned, this had happened a dozen times since her first enslavement, and more frequently in the last three months.  That school had over a thousand superheorine hopefuls, and Heartsveil was using his contacts to use it as a resource.  "Please."  Christen begged.

"And you see.  I personally enjoy selling you, it's great entertainment.  But most importantly, if I let you go, how will I be able to use you as bait."  Both Andrea's and Christen's eyes went wide.  "Oh yes, I know two of your friends who are very interested in finding you from what I hear from my Damsel High contacts.  And lets just say Codename Opal has been my most treasured dream for a year or two now; and Codename Slugger Girl is beyond gorgeous, will sell for millions."

Christen's eyes became wider at the last name, she desperately shook her head.  "No!  No don't please!  You can keep me, you can sell me to your cruelest buyer, but please don't use me for bait to get Marisa!  No don-mmmmphhhh!"  Heartsveil had smirked at Hunter who had walked up and roughly forced the ballgag tightly back into Christen's mouth.

"Ah some nobility, but you keep missing the fact that I can do both."  Heartsveil replied to the now regagged girl before turning to his Lieutenant.  "Hey, can you get her hooked up in a training cell, I'm thinking bullwhips, tasers, and a waterboarding table will work."  He paused and snapped his fingers.  "Oh yeah, and some of that acid we have that burns like your in the stomach of a snake but doesn't leave any lasting burns."  His men nodded as Christen was carried away, screaming for him not to lure her friends to a similar fate.  Heartsveil ignored her pleads as he grabbed Andrea's hair, forcing her to look at him.  "Well slave, I hope you're not too distraught seeing me enslave so many of your former classmates.  I do find it almost hilarious, us slavers have many contacts at that school, and we do enjoy you so willingly training your bodies to be sold for millions.  But Opal?  Well, lets just say you're finally going to have a slave sister senorita."

-

Hannah walked in between classes the next morning.  Her attire was similar, though she wore a leather jacket that of course still showed off her lovely belly and she wore daisy dukes instead of a miniskirt.  Looking up she saw Marisa walking down the hall, though today her long dark brown hard was down, the bottom half starting to curl around her shoulders as she wore a simple purpled collard shirt that fit snuggly around her midsection, along with short shorts that showed off her sexy legs mad muscular from her athletic events.  And of course, her softball bat was placed in a pocket on the side of her backpack.  “Hey Marisa, how are you doing today?”  Hannah asked wanting to see how Marisa was coping.

However Marisa didn’t look as distraught as she had the previous dad.  No, she had a more determined look on her face, almost angry.  “Hey, Opal.  How is everything today.”  Hannah’s eyes narrowed just slightly, using her codename meant that this talk was about buisness.

“Oh its fine Slugger.”  She said, a small smirk creeping up into the corner of her mouth.  “Why, is there anything I can help you with?”

Marisa took a breath before speaking.  “Listen I had a piece of paper placed in my mailbox this morning.  Said it was from a detective that wanted to help with the investigation into Christen’s disappearance but was getting stonewalled.”

Hannah nodded.  “Not surprising, those slavers seem to have a firm grip here.”  The south asian beauty shook her head, she hated corruption, and this corruption was benefitting slavers.

“Yeah,”  Marisa continued, “exactly.  The letter said they believed they knew where she was being held but couldn’t get permission to raid the place.”  She paused for a moment and looked to make sure no one was in air shot.  “Gave the location to a warehouse, surrounded by an electric fence, and trying to go over it will get us spotted immediately.”

Hannah smirked.  “Is there a but here?”

Marisa smiled back ,her white teeth gleaming.  “There is a small hole in the fence that has rusted away.  Electricity still jumps between it, its only wide enough for one person to carefully sneak through.  But roughly every thirty seconds the electricity loses its connection for a few seconds.”

“And a certain pair of superheroines can sneak through.”  Hannah said crossing her arms with a smirk.  Marisa blushed and smiled sheepishly.

“Listen, Hannah, this could be a trap.  Seems a bit convenient, but Christen is one of my best friends.  We know what those bastards are doing to her right now.”  She swallowed and shook her head.  “If there is a chance this is real I have to try to rescue her, and you said-”  Hannah cut her off and held up her hand.

“Marisa.  I gave you my promise, I meant it.”  Marisa let out a breath and smiled back.  

Meanwhile down the hall, one of the senior administrators of the school smirked as he witnessed the conversation.

-

Andrea gasped into her ring gag as Heartsveil continued to roughly grope and manhandle her midsection and breasts and he thrusted into her.  They were in his private bedroom and he had tied each of her legs to the legs of the bed before roughly pushing her over the footboard, roughly pressing her stomach into the cornered wood.  Just more discomfort for her as he had his way with her body.  She grunted again into the ring gag, which Heartsveil had already made sure to use multiple times that night.

“Ah, I must say even with that gag you live up to your new name, Screaming Senorita.”  He said painfully slapping her side making her gasp as he pulled on her dark hair, forcing her too look up.  “Now slave, I have to check in on our newest piece of merchandise, don’t worry we’ll continue when I get back.”  He started to dress smirking as he walked by and slapped Andrea’s defenseless rear end, Andrea squeaked into her gag as it left a stinging red mark.  “Don’t worry, I’ll bring out the bullwhip and truly make you scream when I get back slave.”

As he walked out his Lieutenant spotted him and walked over to him.  “Got the new merchandise in a cell, breaking her.  Don’t think it will be as hard as your little fireball.”  

Heartsveil chuckled.  “No I doubt it, but I’ll go see how I can help.”  He said before pausing.  “You ever enjoy that latin treat?”  He said nodding towards his room.

“Nah boss, only you’ve enjoyed that latina goddess.”  Heartsveil smiled.

“Take Rosetta in there and have some fun with both.”  He replied, referencing Andrea’s swarthy italian friend who had been enslaved as a gift for the lieutenant just before her.  “Just make sure both are sore by the time I get back.”

Donny just smiled and nodded as Heartsveil went into an even deeper level of his base.  Here there were a multitude of cells designed for breaking new slave girls, but one cell door was open.  There was a crack of the whip.   “Mmmmahahhhhhhhh-aiiiieeephph!”  A feminine voice cried out.  Heartsveil turned the corner to see Christen hanging in her bonds.  Her arms were in a ‘Y’ position as her restraints held up and too the sides instead of just up.  She was forced to stand on her toes for a painful amount of time.  Her caramel skin was covered in bruises, whip marks, grime and sweat.  Heartsveil went over and picked up a fistful of her dark chocolate brown hair, he noted that it looked black in most light, and was silky to touch.

“Ah poor poor slave.”  He muttered sarcastically as Christen sobbed into her gag.  Like Andrea, she currently wore a ring gag and it had been used at least hourly by her captors.  

“Plleeemph-dooooww-aaahhhhieiei!”  She screamed as Heartsveil nodded and the whip struck her again, smacking her back and wrapping around her side.  Heartsveil walked over and took the whip for himself.

“Slaves shouldn’t talk without permission.”  The man said before flicking his wrist, sending the whip around Christen’s other side.  She screamed into the gag, biting down, her cheeks were marked with tears but she had long run out.  Heartsveil flicked his wrist again, sending the whip across the teen’s girl belly and down across the top of her thigh.

“Ahhhhhaiiieieea!”  Christen pulled at her bonds, her nude body gasping for air as she was already well past the point of exhaustion.  Heartsveil gave her a cruel smile as he walked up to her and cupped her angelic face as his other hand ran up her midsection.

“I must say you have a rather small bust for a superheoine.”  He said mockingly as he squeezed one before rubbing the other, causing Christen to moan in defeat.  “But I guess that ass of yours makes up for it.  I mean its even better than that Screaming Senorita’s of mine!”  He lightly popped her cheek a couple of times leaving it red.  He looked into her hazel eyes.  “You know the one thing I’ll miss when I sell you to your new sadist owner?  That smile of yours, I’ve seen the photos.  Do you just have pearls for teeth?”  He reached his hands down and roughly squeezed her ass and pulled her closer to him.  “Oh yeah definitely makes up for it, and then some.”  One hand went and smack the right side as Christen lightly jumped in her bondage.  “Well good news slave.  I found you a new owner, a sadist no doubt.  But have no fear, like it or not your new master will have you smiling plenty; and soon.”

-

Hannah smiled to herself as she emerged onto the rooftop that overlooked a section of the docks.  “Time to be Opal.”  She muttered as she looked out.  This area of the docks was very well secured, big business, yachts, and more.  And at this time of night Opal questioned her superheroine outfit for the umpteenth time.  A pink miniskirt and croptop that let little to the imagination, along with gold sleeves and knee high boots.

“Glad you could make it.”  The other teen replied.  Opal looked as Marisa stood on the edge of the roof.  Slugger didn’t roll off the tongue as well.  She smiled, Marisa at 5’ 5” was about two inches shorter than her, and her bust wasn’t as large, but it seemed as though she was perfectly crafted.  Her brown silky smooth skin shone in the moonlight.  Her dark brown hair put back into a ponytail and through her softball cap.  She had a serious look on her face even as she smiled at Opal.  She was dressed in her outfit as well; besides the cap she wore a very modest dark grey sports bra that did show off her toned and sexy stomach.  Meanwhile her legs were covered in skintight softball pants that were a much lighter gray than her bra.  To finish the job she had cleats that absorbed any landing and eye paint under her eyes.  “Lets go bust some skulls.”  Oh and of course she had her softball bat lightly tapping her palm.  
 
With that Marisa hopped off the building, landing on her cleats, absorbing the fall.  Opal was able to lightly mutter an incantation to cause the side of the building to become soft, letting her climb down the side as though it was jello.  “Which way?”  Opal asked.

“Over here.”  Marisa replied walking through the area, they crept quietly, but the silence quickly became awkward.  Marisa broke it.  “Hey Hannah, I’ve never asked, what is your heritage exactly?  I know you’re from the UK but-”

“But obviously my ancestors weren’t sipping tea?”  Opal replied smirking.  “I’m mostly Persian, from my father’s side, though I do have a bit of Indian and Bengali in me as well.”  She said with a smile as they came upon the hole in the fence.  “This is it alright.”  She muttered, watching as blue electric sparks jumped between the hole near constantly.

“Wait for it.”  Marisa muttered, still watching as the electric arcs danced and burned the metal on both sides.  “Wait for it.”  

“Yeah I know-”

“Wait for it-”

“Marisa!”

“Now!”  She called out as the electricity stopped arcing for a brief moment.  Marisa slid through, followed by Opal.  As soon as she had crossed she could hear the electricity arcing between the metal again.

“Well nice job, now how do we get into this warehouse?”  Opal muttered looking up, it was less of a warehouse and more of a corporate fortress.  And likely the headquarters of some notorious slavers.

“Not sure.”  Marisa said as the two teen girls crept through the night.  “But we’ll find a way.”  As they continued to walk they saw a group of five guards approaching them, they quickly ducked out of the way but they group would likely see them.  

“Take them by surprise.”  Opal muttered.

“Oh yeah.”  Marisa said nodding tapping her softball bat.  “On three.  One.  Two.  Three!”  Turning the corner Opal was already muttering a spell to create a shield out of the asphalt in front of her, while making the road underneath one guard as pliable as slime.  Marisa meanwhile slammed the hilt of her bat into the gut of one guard, making him double over before sending the hilt straight up into his chin.  With a flick of her wrist the bat swung over and slammed down onto the guard’s back, sending him sprawling onto the ground.  Marisa then tossed her bat like a frisbee, hitting another guard in the head while running and sliding to catch the bat.

“Nice move!”  Opal said thoroughly impressed as she through her shield, knocking out another guard.  

“Why thank you!”  Marisa replied with a smile as another guard came at her.  She dodged the guard’s taser and with one hand swung the bat into the man’s chest, knocking him down breathless.  Smirking she slammed the hilt into his temple, knocking him out.

“Poor thing.”  Opal said at the sametime as she finished off the last guard by muttering a spell to turn the asphalt and gravel into a liquid just long enough to ensnare the last guard before it solidified again.  

“Oh that’s cool.”  Marisa muttered wideeyed and smiling.  “Wonder if there are anymore guar-”  The paused and assumed a fighting stance as a door burst open and feet could be heard.  However they were shocked when a figure came dashing around the corner.  It paused when they made eye contact, it was a nude caramel skin girl; and when they saw her she smiled a smile of pearls.  

“Oh my god Christen!”  Marisa exclaimed as she saw her best friend.  Christen’s breasts rose and fell as she panted, her smile beaming as she saw her two fellow heroines.  Marisa ran up and embraced her.  “Christen!”  She said as she looked at the bruises and wounds up and down her body.  “I’m so sorry.”

“Its fine Marisa, it is fine.”  Christen replied her her sweet voice.  “But I’m glad you two are here, now we can go back in and rescue everyone!”

“What?”  Opal said surprised.  “Christen, we just came for you.  We’re not enough to take on the entire slaver organization.”  Christen’s eyes went wide and her hand twitched slightly.

“Marisa, Hannah!  You have to understand!  They have so many girls in there!  Dozens ready to be put on the auction block and sold!  Heartsveil is the one in charge!”  Marisa nodded with slightly wider eyes at this confirmation as Christen put her chocolate hair that had been plastered to her back into a ponytail.

“Christen you have to think.  Look at yourself you’re in no condition to fight!”  Marisa replied rubbing Christen’s back.  She shook her head at the teen latina.

“You don’t understand, I went through what those girls will go through their entire lives!  You have to understand I can fight!”  Christen’s hazel eyes gazed at Marisa and Hannah.  “Listen, Andrea Tavarez.”  She paused as the other two girl’s eyes went wide.  They knew that Andrea had gone missing a year ago, presumed enslaved.  “Heartsveil keeps her as his personal slave.  Has her bound and gagged by his side constantly and tortures her daily!”

“And we will mount a rescue mission just not tonight!”  Hannah replied.  

Christen let out a sigh and turned around.  “That’s your decision, but I can’t keep running now.  I’ll fight them nude if I have too.  You can join me or you can run.”

“Hey Christen!”  Marisa said reaching out and grabbing her friend’s wrist.  Christen turned and stared at Marisa, almost blankly.  “We’re with you.”  

Christen’s eyes went wide as she smiled, it looked almost doll-like in its appearance making Opal shiver as Christen’s hand twitched again.  “Thank you Marisa.  Now come on I now how to get back in.”

“We’ll have to be on our game.”  Opal muttered, more to herself than anyone else.  Marisa nodded as they followed Christen back towards the edge of the building.  There they saw a service tunnel she had crawled out of that ran below the floors.  

“Keep your head down, lots of bars through here.”  Christen said as they half walked, half crawled through the tight tunnel.  

“I hear voices up ahead.”  Marisa muttered, moving her bat through the tight tunnel very delicately.  Worried that one misplaced clang could ruin them.

Christen chuckled.  “Probably because thats the area that I escaped.  Probably combing the area now.”  She said.  The three teen girls paused to look up through a grate that showed them the room above, the dim lights sheltering them from discovery.  

“I see ten guards.”  Marisa said, swiping some sweat off her exposed stomach.

“Poor them, five with us two were a breeze, ten versus three will be even easier.”  Opal muttered.  “Follow my lead.”  She added, slipping out of the grate, followed by Marisa and Christen.  “Well hello boys.”  She said with a sultry smirk and a suddenly thick british accent.  “How are you today?”

The guards turned reaching for their weapons.  Marisa quickly tossed her bat, knocking one in the head and Christen flung herself forward, knocking out another one with a kick on the backend of her frontflip.  “Tasers out, the boss wants them captured!”

“I don’t think so.”  Marisa said sliding and picking up her bat before knocking the man’s feet out from under him.  Christen’s nubile body flipped backward onto top of him, knocking him out.  Tasers went flying out, Christen noticed it only seconds before and did a series of impressive backflips and cartwheels to dodge them as Opal formed a shield from the gold leaf on the ceiling and tossed it in front of Marisa, blocking the tasers.  “Thanks girl!”  Marisa called out standing up.  “-Oooomph!”  A fist hit her in the gut knocking the breath out of her and making her wish she didn’t leave her magnificent midsection out for all too see.  The guard then tackled her to the ground.

“I don’t think so!”  Christen called out, sprinting over to send a knee into the guard’s temple.  The man slumped down and Marisa pulled herself out from under him as Opal took out another guard.  

“Halfway there.”  Marisa muttered, catching her breath on one knee as she rubbed her side.  

“Four left.”  Opal said as she transmuted a guard’s boots into glue and sent another shield into his head and chest, knocking him out.  Christen bursted forth, distracting a guard who swung at her, only for her to slide as Marisa ran up and smack the guard in the chest, knocking him to the ground where Opal then made the tile become glue similar to his compatriots’ boots.  Standing up back-to-back with Christen, the soccer player sent up a kick into another guard’s chin while Marisa sent out a fist to gain distance with a guard while her right hand swung her softball bat into the man’s jaw.

“Perimeter breach, repeat breach, three superslaves inside the base!”  The last guard yelled into his watch, stumbling onto the ground as Opal turned his watch to stone.  

“Who wants the honor?”  Opal said as the three girls stood above him.

-

The teens burst into the next room.  It was even more dimly lit, with red carpet leading down a few steps towards the center with portraits around the edge.  Christen stumbled before becoming upright again.

“You okay Chris?”  Marisa asked, holding out a hand.  

“Yeah- I’m fine.”  Christen grunted standing up.  “Been a long couple of days.”

“We’ll soon it will be over- oh my!”  Opal jumped back as a body dropped from the ceiling.  It took a moment for the girls too notice it was slightly squirming, and moaning into a gag.

“Oh my god!  Andrea?”  Indeed the latina hung before them, tied upside down in a frogtie style and attached to a chain that had been dropped from the ceiling.  Her long dark hair almost touched the carpet and a harness gag silenced her.

“Well we found Minuet Maiden, like you said Christen.  Christen?”  Opal muttered, her eyes went wide as her and Marisa looked up to see Christen’s body shaking, as though an earthquake was going through her veils, her arms were contorted tightly behind her, as though they were bound, and her head was tilted up as she sunk to her knees.

“Ah girls, thank you for joining me and your old friend.  Though her nickname is the ‘Screaming Senorita’ now.”  A man said emerging from the shadows.  He looked about thirty, maybe a bit older, almost handsome with dark hair and just a bit of facial hair that added wisdom to his youth.  He also had a dark sadistic grin on his face.

“Heartsveil.”  Marisa muttered coldly, as though there was poison in her mouth.

“Not just him.”  A female voice called out in a sing-song fashion. A tall woman emerged, wearing a red dress.  She looked to be a mix of east asian and white, with long dark hair and stunning blue eyes.  She looked slightly older than Heartsveil and oozed dominance.

“And you are?”  Opal muttered forming a shield.  

“Oh you can call me Mistress Vienna.  Though others call me bloodbender.”  She said waving her fingers around.  Marisa’s eyes went wide.

“You’re doing that to Christen!”  She exclaimed.

“Of course I’m doing that to my slave.  I have been doing that for the last hour.”  She said with a chuckle as Christen stood and walked over to her.  “She’s a fighter of course, but that made it all the more fun.”  She waved her fingers and Christen turned to face her friends, her body petrified but her face contorted in anguish and tears.

“I’m- I’m so sorry!”  She sobbed as Marisa and Opal’s eyes went wide, realizing the trap they had so willingly gone into.

“Hush slave, you did well.”  Mistress Vienna said reaching around and groping her breasts and she kissed up Christen’s neck.  “You’ve brought two more beautiful girls to come willingly submit to enslavement.”  She ended by passionately kissing Christen’s lips.  Marisa flew into an angry latin rage.

“How dare you bitch!  You buy my friend!  Force her to lead us here against her will!  And think we will submit to becoming slaves willingly!  Oh Heartsveil, I hope you have a legion of guards, because you’re going to need them to get me into chains!”

“No.”  Heartsveil muttered coldly.  “I won’t!”  The two girls were shocked when Mistress Vienna produced a thin but stunningly long and sharp nice and handed it to Christen.  She sobbed as her hands turned the blade towards herself, placing it level and too the left of her diaphragm.  

“Mistress Vienna oh so loves you’re lovely friend’s body, and the idea of using her and her skills as her own agent.  But I have also offered her three slaves- non powered, for free if miss Christen has to be- disposed.”

Marisa trembled as Christen pressed the blade harder, a small red dot appearing on her caramel skin.  “Oh and it won’t be painless either.”  Vienna said with a thin smile.  “Cutting across the waist, ooh, very painful, and can be done very slowly.”  She said massaging Christen’s shoulders as the knife slowly pushed in farther.

“Okay!  Stop!”  Marisa said sobbing and dropping her softball bat.  She fell to her knees, her body shaking.  “Fine, you’ve got me.”

“Got what?”  Heartsveil asked.

“Don’t, please.”  Christen whispered in a gasp.

Marisa shook her head and let out a sob.  “You have a new slave.”

Heartsveil nodded.  “Good, then don’t resist, for you’re friends sake.”  With a flick of the wrist a guard appeared, he walked over and behind Marisa so stayed on her knees sobbing as a thick rag was smothered over her face and nose.  Her body shuddered as her eyes drooped and she fell into a deep slumber.  

“You too Miss Bollywood.”  Mistress Vienna said smiling coldly.

“First off I’m Persian you bitch!  And I’m sorry Christen but I think its time for a fight here- agggghhhieeeeeaaaa!”  Her body shuddered as Donny sent an excessively high powered taser into the exposed small of her back.  She quickly blacked out and fell face down into the red carpet.

“Tsk tsk miss Sayed.  I’m keeping you for myself.”  He walked over to where Andrea hung upside down, silently tearful she moaned into her gag.  “Guards, take these two down to be broken.”  He rubbed Andrea’s belly.  “Congratulations, you’re getting a show tonight.”