So there I was, standing naked in a long line of women, naked and vulnerable, awaiting my fate as determined by the two men before me.
I suppose I should tell you about myself before I get into how this whole situation began. My name is Heather, but I have a feeling it'll be a long time before I'm called that again, if ever. I'm a brunette with curly hair down to my neck, 5'2", and breasts that aren't that huge but look larger on my petite body. I turned 19 a week ago. My small size has always made me feel somewhat vulnerable, but never as vulnerable as I have today.
This all started when my dad came home with his hat over his eyes one day. Dad had a severe gambling problem, and he was just getting in deeper and deeper. Today, the mafiosi who he owed money to had threatened his life.
"Oh, daddy," I said, "what are you going to do?"
"Well," he responded, "they said there was a way I could cancel the debt, but...no, I can't."
"What, daddy? Anything is better than getting killed."
He was almost in tears. "They want you as payment. They want to take you as a slave on the black market."
I couldn't believe my ears. I knew organized crime was involved in the slave trade...but I never felt that would affect me. As shocked as I was, I loved my dad, and I was prepared to give myself up for him. At first he refused, but after we argued, he agreed to the terms. He called his bookie and told him the agreement. I would be picked up the next morning.
Dad and I spent the night together saying our goodbyes. The next morning, we set up their terms. Dad was to stay in his bedroom and not leave until I was gone. I was to be completely shaved, which I had done the night before. (I had never shaved myself down there before then, but it felt oddly good to be smooth.)
Next, I was to fill a bag with personal items, such as diaries and photos. I assumed this was to either blackmail me, or use in training me to do what they wanted. I had kept diaries for years, and all my sexual exploits were detailed in there. I was also to put in that bag sex toys and sexy clothing. I had plenty of that, and I placed it all in a duffel bag.
I was to wait for them at 6 am inside the house, right in front of the door to the garage. Right on time, I heard somebody pulling into the garage. The garage door closed, and two men came through the door. I stood at attention, frightened and weak. Without a word, I was blindfolded and gagged. Presumably the blindfold was to keep me from knowing where I was going, and the gag was to stop me from crying for help. I was led into the back of what I assume was a van, and my wrists were cuffed to the wall behind me. I could hear the muffled moans and cries of others in the van who I could only assume were gagged as well.
We drove for what I estimate to be 6 or 7 hours, though I couldn't tell for sure. When we got there, our cuffs were unlocked, our blindfolds and gags removed, and we were led out of the van. We were in a large open room that was well lit. We were told to strip and stand in a straight line and not to budge. Then the two men, who I only got a brief look at, took all our bags and went off to another room.
We all stripped down to nothing quickly, tossing our clothes to the side. I figured I'd have to get used to this situation - standing naked like some hunk of meat with a bunch of other girls. Most of them were around my age; some blondes, some brunettes, some redheads; some black girls, some white girl, some asians; tall and short; on and on, dozens of them. They must have been carted here on several different vans. Some were crying. I think a few were kidnapped rather than sold, like me. I was too paralyzed and nervous to cry. The black girl next to me looked horny and excited.
We stood there for hours, afraid to budge. Eventually, the men came back. They both had dark hair. One was buff and tall, the other about average but skinny. They started to inspect us like property. One by one they went down the line, starting on my left. They held her by the chin and looked at her face left and right, ran their hands over her pussy and breasts, examined her skin for imperfections, and other things. It was as though she was a used car and they were checking for value. They also asked her a couple questions, took some notes, then moved on.
One after the next they examined us. Eventually they got to me, and made me feel like an object. They looked through my hair, my skin, and they slipped a finger inside me. The shock would have made me jump, but I forced myself not to react, which was hard to do. They also had me turn around and grab my ankles to examine my ass. But they only had one question for me. "Is all the information in your diary true?"
"Yes," I said. I was pretty explicit in that diary.
The inspections continued, then they left the room again for a bit. After another hour or so, they returned. The tall one spoke, while the short one went one by one snapping collars around our necks.
"Here's what we do here," said the tall one. "We have two businesses: slave sales and prostitution. Our slaves are sold to other black market traders. What they do with you is up to them. Our prostitution girls are rented out to customers for temporary periods of time and returned. Some days they'll be rented once our twice, other days you'll have sex with 15-20 people. I am the slave trainer, and my associate who is collaring you trains the prostitutes. We've been deliberating these past few hours over what to do with each of you. If my associate takes you aside, go with him, and you'll be trained for the prostitution ring. If not, you'll stay with me and I will prepare you for sale."
So there I stood, awaiting my fate. |