Driving down the highway, the moving truck bounced as it hit a bump in the road. In the back of the trailer, Madeleine moaned into her gag as she was thrown up, briefly, before landing on the rough particle wood floor of the trailer. The teen was once more hogtied in the back of the truck, the cuffs on her wrists and ankles padlocked to the leather belt secured around her waist. Apart from that belt, the girl was completely naked. As she squirmed and struggled against her bondage, the rough wood floor underneath her scratched at her belly and naked breasts and thighs.
On either side of Madeleine, she could feel them pressing up close to her, if she couldn’t see them in the pitch black inside of their prison, two of the other captive girls who had been kidnapped alongside Madeleine, lay hogtied. Beyond them, the rest of the captive women could be heard, moaning and sobbing into the darkness. They were chained together in a line by the collars around their necks. The coffle chain had been secured to rings bolted to the floor of the slavers’ truck, keeping the poor women from even lifting their heads up as they were driven off into slavery.
Earlier that morning, Madeleine and the other captives had been let out of the cages in which they had spent another awful night of captivity in, by Tom and Jim, two of the slavers who had kidnapped them. The other group of slavers and their lot of captive coeds, had moved on early that morning. Maddy and the other girls were given water, and some unappetizing grey mush cooked on the waystation’s old stove, for breakfast. It was so hot it burned the teen’s mouth as she licked it from her bowl like a dog, the slavers hadn’t bothered unchaining their captives’ hands, merely unbuckling their gags, but it had been the first food Maddy had had since her abduction two days ago.
“Just a short trip today, ladies!” Tom had teased as he and Jim herded the captives into the back of the truck. “Then you’ll be at your destination.” This announcement set off a chorus of muffled moans as the women were overcome with terror. The night before, they had had a preview of what awaited them.
“Please…” Madeleine silently prayed in the back of the truck. “Somebody please find us…” She had already given up any hope that she would have an opportunity to escape. The slavers had kept her and the other women in absolute bondage at all times, and the teen had no reason to believe that they would be any more merciful when they reached their destination. Once they were delivered to whatever hellhole awaited then, Maddy knew there was little chance they would ever be seen again. With that chilling thought on her mind, the captive teen could only lie in her tight bondage and sob brokenly.
As the slavers had promised, the trip wasn’t as long as the one before. After a couple hours traveling at highway speeds, the truck slowed down. It stopped frequently and made multiple turns, each throwing the hogtied women in the trailer up against each other. Madeleine could hear the sounds of a big city; horns honking, engines reving, people walking on the sidewalks nearby, unaware the plain, unassuming truck beside them held almost a dozen kidnapped, naked young girls being delivered in chains to a new life of slavery. Along with the other captives, Maddy screamed herself hoarse, trying to get someone, anyone’s attention, but their gags, combined with the noise of the street defeated their final desperate plea for rescue.
Not long after words, the truck pulled off the road with a rough bump. The floor of the trailer tilted downwards, as the truck drove down a long, winding ramp underground. After a few minutes, it stopped. The engine was cut off. Beside her, Maddy felt the other girls trembling in fright as the slavers got out of the truck and walked around to the back of the trailer. The teen was shaking herself, overcome with the fear of what would happen now.
The back of the trailer opened up, flooding the inside with light. Madeleine listened as the ramp at the back of the trailer was put into place. “Well ladies, welcome to Las Vegas; America’s playground!” Tom said cheerfully, walking up into the back of the truck. “Unfortunately, you won’t have a chance to see any of the sights. You’ll be kept far too busy here for that. And don’t plan on leaving anytime soon either. When slaves come to Vegas, they stay in Vegas. Ha!” He laughed at his joke before going to work unhooking the captive girls from the floor of the truck. Madeleine was stood to her feet.
As she and the other girls were marched out of the truck she saw they were in a large concrete garage, presumably underground if they had come down a long ramp. Nearby were parked other cars, as well as several vans and tour buses. The later vehicles were marked with fake, innocuous logos and company names like: “Harold’s Water Heater Repair” and “Scene Southwestern Tours” that belied their sinister purpose of transporting helpless kidnapped women and girls for the slave trade. Tucked in the back corner was a truck with a horse trailer attached. Seeing it, Maddy’s eyes narrowed. Though it had a different paint scheme, the teen knew it had the same secret slave-hold like the one that had lured her into captivity.
Waiting near the van were three men, standing together. Two of them had the look of thugs to them; burly, cruel looking men dressed in dark t-shirts and pants. They openly leered at the frightened young women as they were brought out and lined up. The third man, standing half a pace in front of his goons, was shorter and thinner. He was dressed in a brightly colored suit and had a large grin on his face that wouldn’t have looked out of place on the set of a tacky gameshow. Behind that, though, the man’s eyes were examining the new slaves just as hungrily as his men.
Tom and Jim kept the slaves in line as the three newcomers approached. The helpless girls cringed and whimpered into their gags, but there was no escaping their new owner. He moved down the line quickly, pausing only to briefly inspect a frightened girl’s face or roughly grope a naked breast or run a finger across the lips of her sex, as casually as if inspecting an item at the store. Maddy whimpered as she felt his hands on her trembling body, and in a moment he was satisfied and moving on to the next frightened girl.
“Just what we’re looking for.” The man finally said, a wide grin on his face. “Same rate as usual, yes? 10K a head, payment in the usual fashion. When can we expect your next delivery?”
“We’ll be shifting operations to a new area. The old hunting grounds getting a little played out. We’ve identified a few prime targets already, our teams will be picking them up in the next couple of days…I think we can have another load down here by next week.” Tom replied. “Anything you need especially?”
“Blondes have proved popular this season, we need to replace a few girls. Also we’re planning a new attraction. We need pairs; mothers and daughters, sisters, especially twins if you can find them. We’ll pay double the normal rate for any combos you bring me.” The man replied. Listening to them discuss business matters, Madeleine found it hard to believe these men were discussing the abduction and enslavement of innocent women as casually as if they were restocking canned goods or any sort of merchandise, rather than human beings.
“Here…” The manager said, reaching into his jacket. “Before you go…” He pulled out a sheet of paper. “Since you boys have done such good work for us, you might enjoy yourselves. These’ll be good for 100 free chips. Just show ‘em to the slave at the counter. She’ll get you your chips.”
“Hey, thanks!” Tom and Jim said, taking the vouchers. As they walked back to the garage exit, the manager turned to his henchmen.
“Mark, take our newest employees upstairs, I want them cleaned up and working on the casino floor within an hour.” The manager told them. The two goons nodded. Mark grabbed the leash of the first girl in line and gave a sharp tug. She had no choice but to follow or be pulled off her feet. Along with the rest of the girls in the coffle behind her, Maddy shuffled along after, head lowered glumly.
At the far side of the garage was a staircase, spiraling upwards. The slaves stumbled up the bare concrete steps, up a floor. At the landing was a doorway, leaving into a long hallway stretching far forward. The building had a rough, industrial feel to it, the floor, walls and ceiling were unpainted concrete lined with cables and pipes, lit by naked bulbs in wire cages. Spaced every couple dozen yards or so were heavy metal doors, cell doors similar to the dungeon the slaves had spent their first night in captivity in. As Madeleine was led part one of the open doors, she looked into of a large room, filled with rows of small cages, stacked two high. She caught a brief glimpse of dozens of naked young women curled up in the cages, sleeping before she was dragged past. The teen whimpered, catching a glimpse of her new home.
Eventually, the girls were brought to a large shower complex. On the left, a wall was divided into a dozen small stalls fitted with shower heads and drains. Opposite them was a long table with benches. Above he table was a long line of mirrors and on the surface an assortment of makeup and cosmetic items.
“Management wants you bitches looking good for the customers!” Mark told the girls. “So we need to get you cleaned and prettied up.” As he said this, a door at the far end of the showers opened and four young women walked into the room. As they crossed the space to the new arrivals, Maddy couldn’t help but stare.
It was obvious that these four were slaves, like Madeleine and the others. The women had cuffs on their hands and feet, unsecured at the moment, and a belt around their waists, like the newcomers. Each slave had a tall, white collar around her throat. Other then that, they were totally naked. They regarded the line of secured, trembling girls with expressions of pity, knowing what they felt, having once been freshly kidnapped and brought here.
The coffle was split up among the four older slaves. Madeleine’s leash was taken by a tall, gorgeous black woman, maybe in her early twenties. She tugged on it gently, signaling Maddy to follow her. The teen shuffled forward, the girl chained behind her following along as they were led towards the showers. The woman leading them stopped and hooked the end of Maddy’s leash to one of a series of rings set in the wall for such a purpose. Beside it were the knobs for the water. She twisted the knobs. Madeleine gave a muffled yelp as she was suddenly sprayed by a jet of ice cold water. Their handler stepped into the spray herself, a bottle of scented body wash in one hand. Pouring a generous amount into her hand, the woman began to rub it onto Madeleine, slowly cleaning off all the dirt and grime the teen gad picked up during the long journey into slavery. Maddy whimpered, face red as the older woman’s hands brushed gently across her breasts and again when one hand went between her legs.
“Easy hon.” The slave said, gently. “I need to get you two clean everywhere. And believe me, the boys upstairs won’t be this nice when they touch you down there. Nothin’ you or I can do about that though. You’re gonna need to learn to accept that kind of thing if you’re going to last long in this place.” Grabbing a hand sprayer, she rinsed off Maddy’s naked body, then began shampooing her hair. “Believe me, I’ve been here four, maybe five years now. I was coming home from beauty school when the slavers grabbed me and a coupla’ classmates, which is how I got this ‘job’.”
When Maddy was completely rinsed off and clean, the other woman turned and did the same thing to the second captive girl. She finished and shut off the water. Leaving the two shivering girls to drip for a moment, the older woman walked to a cabinet filled with rough white towels, which she used to dry both them and herself off.
Next, the woman unhooked Madeleine’s leash from the wall and led the teens over to the benches. She motioned for them to sit down. She grabbed several things from the collection of beauty products and turned back to then. With experienced hands, she quickly applied makeup to both girls. She finished with both of them at roughly the same time as the three other slave women. Together, they led their charges back to the entrance where the guards were waiting.
While the slaves had been washing up, one of the men had slipped away and gone to fetch a metal box. Inside were a number of metal collars, like the ones around the necks of the four older slaves. Mark pulled a collar out and held it up for the new arrivals.
“Look closely, bitches.” The man said. “You’ll be wearing one of these at all times. The collars have a shocker built into them…” he turned, showing the inside of the flexible metal collar and the copper prongs sticking out of the inside where they would press into the sides of the wearer’s neck. “The staff here all have remotes. If you fail to obey instructions, they can shock you with just the press of a button. Let me demonstrate…”
Mark nodded to his partner who stepped forward and grabbed the nearest girl. The frightened captive squirmed in his grasp as he unlocked the collar around her neck. As it was removed, Mark moved around behind her and slipped the new collar onto her. He adjusted it so it fit snug against her throat before closing the free ends together, with an audible click as it locked shut. He stepped back, pulling a small plastic box from his pocket.
The poor girl’s eyes widened in terror. She shook her head, mumbling broken pleas through her gag, but the man ignored her. Pointing the remote at her, he pushed a button. In that instant, the captive gave a sharp cry of pain as she was shocked. She stumbled to her knees, sobbing. Nearby, the other girls whimpered in fright at this demonstration of the absolute power their captors held over the helpless slaves.
As the unlucky girl who had been used as the demonstration struggled to her feet, the other girls were brought forward, one by one and had their collars switched out for the new shock collars. Maddy whimpered as the collar closed around her. It was tall, stiffer than the old one, much less comfortable and she could feel the electric prongs digging uncomfortably into the sides of her neck, a constant reminder that these men could, at any time, inflict severe pain onto her if she did not immediately obey their every command, no matter what it was.
As the last girl was collared, Mark brusquely ordered them to follow before turning and walking back up the hallway. Even without a physical leash binding them, the slaves had no choice but to shuffle after him, for fear of the punishment they knew they would receive if they did not. They were led back to the stairs and up another level.
This floor had the bland, unadorned look of any business, back where the customers wouldn’t see things. Not far away was a kitchen. Maddy could smell food cooking, which made her mouth water behind her gag as she remembered her own, unappetizing breakfast, now several hours past. The slaves were led down the hallway past storerooms with poker tables, roulette wheels and slot machines like you might find in the back of any normal casino. But other storerooms held cages and bondage frames and racks hung with whips and chains and other sex toys which Maddy, in her sheltered upbringing, couldn’t identify, but chilled the teen at the thought that such things might, no would, soon be used on her. Here and there, they passed other slaves, hurrying about their tasks under the watchful glares of more guards.
Eventually, Madeleine and the others were brought to an office where a man in the same flashy suit as the other manager, was sitting at a computer desk. He looked up as the guards, followed by the line of captives slowly filed in. “Well well…” The man said, flashing a leering grin at the young women. “What’s this?”
“Some new catch’s a pair of independent recruiters brought in earlier today. Charles wants them put to work right away.” Mark answered.
“Alright. I’ll see which sections need more bodies.” The floor manager said, turning to his screen. “Hmmm, let’s see…Eddie says he needs a couple more servers at the lounge. Take her…and her…and her…” He pointed at three of the girls. “Get them fitted with trays and put them to work there. We need a couple more girls at the slots, say those two…” He pointed “…and her.” He say back and thought for a moment. “These two,” he nodded to the two remaining, including Madeleine. “Stick them up on the prize wall. One of the High Rollers won a couple girls yesterday, so we’ve got openings.”
The slaves whimpered in fright as their jobs were assigned, looking at each other nervously. Maddy wondered what he meant by the “Prize Wall” and what had happened to the two slaves she and the other teenage girls were replacing.
One of the thugs led away the girls assigned to the Lounge. Another came by the room to lead away the second group of girls to the slots. Mark grabbed Maddy and the remaining teen. He led them out of the room and through the winding hallways. After a moment, they came to a large double door. A sign above it said “Casino Floor.” The two slaves shuffled through the door as Mark held it open. Madeleine’s eyes widened in stunned horror as she was briefly overcome by the barrage of sights and sounds.
The casino floor was laid out like any other Vegas casino; to one direction a collection of card tables and roulette wheels, to the other row after row of bright, flashing slot machines. The place was crowded with gamblers; mainly men dressed in everything from flashy suits to tourist clothes, but here and there women were gambling as well, their clothes and the look of hedonistic joy on their faces setting them apart from Madeleine and the other slaves.
There were slaves everywhere. Many of them were fitted with serving trays, loaded with complimentary drinks for the patrons, balanced against their waists. Leather straps ran from the front of the tray to the slaves’ naked breasts. Maddy flinched, noticing the straps were secured to large rings piercing the girls’ nipples. At the tables, the dealers were also slaves, trained by the slavers for this, or perhaps kidnapped from other casinos and brought here. The teen watched one woman, chained to the table she was at, dealing out blackjack cards to three men. As she passed, Madeleine saw the woman was perched on top of a metal pole, which ended in two large rubber prongs, buried deep into both her holes. Her ankles were chained to rings at the base of the pole. With a cry of triumph, one of the men flipped over his hole card, reveal a blackjack. He pressed a button and the vibrators inside the rubber prongs buzzed into life, wrenching a squeal of surprise from the slave.
Across from the tables were the slow machines. Dozens of gamblers sat in front of them, funneling chips into the slots, watching the spinning wheels turn. Periodically, one would be rewarded with a note of success from the machine and a flurry of tokens. One of the men got three sevens. As his machine flashed and played a chorus of triumphant notes, a panel on the lower body of the machine opened up. Maddy was shocked as a girl stuck her head out of the opening. She was fitted with a large ring gag, forcing her mouth wide open. The gambler continued dropping chips into the slot machine and pulling the arm as the slave glumly sucked him off.
Past the slots was an open lounge area, with tables and booths where gamblers sat, drinking and watching the far wall, which was lined with huge screens, the kind seen in sports stadiums. Each was showing a different feed, whether from somewhere else in the casino or from facilities halfway around the world Maddy couldn’t tell. In one, a pair of naked female gladiators wrestled with one another in a concrete arena, each attempting to overpower and hogtie the other. Beside them, the next screen showed teams of women wearing leather bondage harnesses meant to resemble a horses tack and bridle, hitched to lightweight racing carriages. The jockeys lashed the sweating ponygirls as they dragged them around a race course.
Near the lounge were bookies cages, where one could place a bet on the events happening on the screen. Other slaves circulated around the lounge, serving drinks for the gamblers watching and cheering. Maddy gave a muffled cry of surprise as she recognized one of the servers as one of the teens she had been brought here with, now fitted with a tray attached to her same as the other slaves.
To the right of the bookies was another series of cages with people lined up front of them. Large signs overhead read: “Chips Here!” and “Cash Your Winnings!” On the other side of the chip cashiers was a long wall. Chained to the wall, raised up on bondage frames to be visible above the crowd, were two dozen captive women. Another large sign proclaimed them as “Gran Prizes.” Maddy and the other girl were led to the wall. As they got closer, the teen saw another sign, hung between two of the slaves. At the top it said: “Prices: Blowjob-10 Chips. Pussy-15 Chips. Ass-20 Chips.” The prices continued on down the list with entries that made Maddy gag at the thought she might be forced to perform them. At the bottom of the list: “1 Hour Anything Goes-1000 Chips. Yours For The Day-5000 Chips. Take Her Home-10000 Chips.”
“Two more for the wall…” Mark said, bringing the two new slaves to another manager. “Just be careful, they’re new catches.”
“I’ll make sure to let the winners know.” The other man replied. “Some might see that as a bonus. They like girls that are fresh, that have some fight left in them.” He grabbed Maddy and dragged her over to an empty frame at the bottom of the wall. It was set on a pair of motorized tracks, allowing it to be easily raised and lowered. The teen girl’s hands and feet were uncuffed, then locked to rings on the four corners of the frame, spreading her out. Her belt was collar were also attached keeping her pinned in place as the manager pressed a button on the wall and the frame slowly pulled up the track, lifting Maddy higher and higher off the ground until she hung, helplessly, in the air, looking down at the gamblers walking past, to claim their winnings.
Madeleine’s cheeks were red with shame at this unwilling display of her naked body to such a large crowd. Down below, leering faces looked up hungrily at Madeleine and the other “prizes” sizing them up, getting ready to make their choices.
To Madeleine’s right, one of the frames started to move. The girl chained to it gave a muffled whimper of fright as she began to descened, knowing what was coming. Maddy watched as the girl was handed over to an all too eager gambler. A leash was attached to her collar and the free end handed to the man. He led her towards a set of doors nearby, which according to the manager at the prize table, led to several small private rooms stocked with everything he would need to “enjoy his prize” for the time he’d paid for.
The minutes slowly ticked by, long uncomfortable minutes. At times, Maddy almost wished someone would pick her, just to be let down from the wall, other times she hoped she would never be picked, fearing what would be done with her then. Nearby, other girls were picked and lowered. The first girl, trembling and sobbing, was brought back by the gambler and was put back up on the wall. Then, without warning, the teen’s own frame shook. With a clank, it began to move.
“No! Please no!” Maddy wailed, words muffled by her gag as she lowered. She could guess, all to well what would happen to her now. Despite the hopelessness of it, she struggled and fought as she was uncuffed from the frame. Despite her efforts, though, her hands were quickly twisted behind her back and secured to the belt with a padlock.
“Sorry about this sir.” The manager told the gamble who had picked Maddy. “This girl’s new…just brought in earlier today and she’s not yet broken.” He clipped a short chain leash to her collar.
“I know that. I’m the one that recruited her a couple days ago.” Maddy turned. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the man that had “won” her was Tom, the slaver who had kidnapped her! “I was hoping I’d get a chance to have a go with her. Luckily, I had a good run at cards, enough for an hour or so…”
“Well, just keep her restrained while you do…” The manager said, handing her leash to the slaver. He also pulled out one of the remotes. “oh, and if she gives you any trouble, or if you just want to hurt her a bit, this button will trigger the shock collar.”
“Oh, I definitely will.” Tom said, taking the box. Maddy whimpered in fear as he tugged sharply on her leash. “Come on bitch. I want to make the most of the time I’ve got with you. I’ve to have a chance at that hot body of yours since I saw you at that farm, but we needed you untouched for delivery. Now there’s nothing to stop me from doing whatever I want with you…”
As he said this, there was an explosion nearby that rocked the room. People screamed in shock as a door blew open and a group of men in black fatigues with assault rifles rushed into the room. But Maddy and every other slave in the casino gave a muffled cry of relief as one of the men shouted “FBI! Everybody on the Ground!”