Exchange of Goods
Don didn't need to wonder where he could find the 'merchandise', there were two universities in the city, an arts college and the area was full of start-ups so had a lower average age and plenty of singles. But how? He'd need at least 10, probably 12 just to be sure. Then there was the logistics of keeping and feeding them till he had enough, or should he hand them over one-by-one. On top of that was the small matter of the authorities, he was committing a federal crime after all, what if he got caught? Would they believe him and what would happen to Lucy if those holding her thought he'd spilt the beans. He went to the campus to set things up for his job, both his jobs.
Fortunately for Don, he'd just got a contract to help one of the universities clear out some old chemicals. Part of the campus was due for refurbished and all sorts of poorly and unlabelled containers had been found in the tidying up. He'd already removed some chlorine from an old sports complex that used to have a swimming pool and was using the cleared out area to store and processes the remaining chemicals. A couple of the sports halls were still in occasional use. He was finishing up an inventory when the site manager came to see him enquiring if there was anything dangerous in the building as they needed to use the hall. They were playing host to a visiting ladies volleyball society from a Swedish university. They were just finishing off their matches and were hanging around for a few days sightseeing prior to going home but still wanted a place to practice. The manager wanted to know if it would be ok for them to use the hall and changing room in a couple of days' time. Don was more than happy for them to use the place; in fact he'd tidy it up for them. He'd ask his neighbour to watch the house for a day or so as he was popping off to visit Lucy while he'd work here getting things ready. This was his one and only chance of getting Lucy back, he needed to plan and prepare. He was able to arrange to see the team captain and show her where the places they should and should go. During the course of the discussions he got the information he needed, there were twelve women in all, each in their early twenties. It was just what he wanted.
Much to Lucy's relief the people who had put her in there were true to their word, the only think poked through the hole was food and bottled water. She was able to keep some track of time by the comings and goings about her. She was sure they put sleeping pills in her food as she often found herself waking up not having remembered trying to go to sleep. It was merciful, if disorientating.
It had been a long and frantic couple of days but Don was ready. He'd walked through everything, had back-up plans where he could and had a clean-up plan. The latter he'd taken advice from Wolf over as he didn't want to leave anything which would connect him to the crime.
Lucy closed her eyes and reached out, gingerly she took hold "Grip harder, do a proper job this time or no food from me." She gritted her teeth and began to give the man a handjob, then reached out to the opposite side of the box and began to do the same. After the two days were up everything had to be paid for by pleasuring the men who brought it, food, toilet paper, water; everything had a price. Breakfast and lunch were brought by two men, but this was her dinner so it had been brought by four men. The 'price' had just increased, each demanding two handjobs or one blowjob. None of those 'caring' for her food wore condoms so the inside of the box was becoming covered in cum. Each time they reminded her how lucky she was compared to the FBI agents, she wasn't too sure, she even wondered if being in a punishment cell would be better than this.
The volleyball team was in their last training session before they took their break, it started with a run followed circuit training, practice, a couple of matches followed by light aerobics as to warm down. The girls were in high spirits as they walked into the changing room, they were looking forward to a their free days before heading home. In his 'command centre' Don watched on the monitors as the last of them walked into the changing room closing the door behind them. When they were busy chatting he flipped one of the two switches on his 'control panel' there was a faint buzz from the door as it was electronically locked, too faint for any of the players to hear. The makers of the door had covered the bottom of it with steel diamond-plate, decorative, protective and most fortunately for Don, magnetic. The electromagnets he'd installed in the floor earlier would keep the door closed. Now a lesser man would have been distracted by the sight of the players undressing, and he had to admit it was a spectacular sight as their tight athletic bodies and firm breasts began to reveal themselves, which was why it was being recorded by a number of concealed cameras for later study. His focus was on a checklist and a stopwatch. Soon the showers were running and steam began to drift into the changing room, he flipped the other switch, the noise of the shower masking the faint hiss of gas now being pumped into the room. He glanced at the monitors; while some had undressed to go into the shower others had gone for their phones and were now complaining about the lack of signal. They assumed this was due to the location of the showers in the building but he know this was due to the foiled lined coating to the walls applied earlier, it effectively turned the room into a Faraday-cage. Those in the shower were affected first by the gas, they began to feel tired, but assumed this was due to their strenuous work-out so didn't realise until it was too late. A couple of the girls in the changing room sensed something was wrong. They stumbled for the door, calling out for help as their teammates slid to the ground. He did admit a tingle of pleasure as they found the door unexplainably locked, there was a power kick as their panic set it but he had to remain calm and focussed. They pounded on the door calling for help but that wasn't going to happen. The discovery that they were locked in did give them a burst of adrenalin that helped counteract the effects of the sedative for a while. One kept on working at the door while the other went for her phone and recorded a desperate message for help. Her friend was now slumped on the floor by the door faintly tapping it, her voice was barely a whisper, she was a fighter and the lady with the phone was a thinker, just before she succumbed to sleep she hid the phone deep in her bag obviously hoping that it would be found. It would be found of course, but not by who she hoped, still those two were one to watch and he decided to process them first.
Pasteur said chance favoured the prepared mind and over the years he had collected all sorts of stuff. Don's work often involved dealing with unpleasant chemicals so he had all types of protective clothing, full-face respirators, haz-mat suits, boots even an army NBC suit. There was nothing out of the ordinary in him having or ordering such equipment. Much of it was single use, some of it had 'use-by' dates so he wore that which was due to be replaced. The filters on his mask were brand new; he'd even tested them against some of the sedative gas just to be on the safe side. Buying cheap respirators or using out-of-date ones was a fool's errand. He'd supported himself through university doing construction work, mostly plumbing, pipe-work and the like. He still did when work was slow or a neighbour needed a hand. That was how he solved the transport problem; even the least inquisitive police officer might raise some question if he saw the cargo he was planning to haul.
He double checked that the knock-out gas was off; again this is where it pays to know what you are doing. Don shook his head, in the stories chloroform was the chemical of choice heaven only knows why the stuff was just too dangerous; there wasn't much between an effective dose and a lethal dose. No, this was real anaesthetic gas. All but two of them had passed out where they had been standing or sitting. He entered in through maintenance hatch wearing breathing apparatus and a suit, he turned off the showers then dragged out those in the shower. There should be enough gas in the air to maintain the anaesthesia for a while but he carried a small amount with him just in cases along with all the other stuff he needed. He started with the ones who tried to raise the alarm. First he took their hands and taped them into fists. He then proceeded to remove their tops and used tape to put a T on their chests. He'd pre-made a number of zip tie handcuffs using the thickest and widest ties he could find using two to make a figure of 8 set-up. He used two sets on each and secured their hands behind their backs then used tape to pull their elbows in slightly. He removed their shoes, socks, shorts and panties. He gagged them with the panties they had been wearing, held secure by several layers of micro-foam tape. He put a couple of strips of the same tape over their eyes then secured their knees and ankles with more cable ties.
He did the same to all the others, those from the shower he dried first. Not knowing whose clothes were whose he gagged them with the first pair of worn underwear he could find. Only when they were all secured did he allow himself a breather and a drink of water. He next collected their clothes and belongings. These were all destined for clinical waste incinerator and went into an appropriately marked bag. Their phones were first put in a bucket of hot, salty water to render them non-functional so they couldn't be tracked. These were then bagged up for incineration. He carefully checked the room, aside from his unconscious captives the room was empty. Now came the hard part. He rolled one of them onto a tarp and dragged them out of the maintenance hatch. Outside there were 12 large tubes, split lengthways and open. The inside was lined with padded foam. He rolled her into the closest tube, secured her in place with some Velcro straps then closed the tube and rolled it to one side. One-by-one he moved them out and packed them into a tube. The last was beginning to come round as he packed her away, her head was moving, she was gently moaning as he secured the straps. He closed the tube just as she began to mew in fear as she became aware if her situation.
He sat down on one of the tubes, he could faintly head the mewing and struggling as more of the girls came round to find themselves naked, bound, gagged and imprisoned in darkness. He was impressed with his handiwork, and he hoped the organisation would be too. The tubes were lined with thick sound absorbing material to minimise any noise and stop them wriggling too much. It would also absorb any impact from the journey. A small battery operated fan was set into the foot area and pushed fresh air inside. The tubes were secured horizontally together into '6-packs' with additional 'Hollywood' piping and wires to make it look like parts of a chemical plant. He used a forklift to load them onto a truck. He gave the room one last check before reopening the door and resealing the maintenance hatch. He took a deep breath and made a call "Mr Wolf, it's Don Morrison; I've got some fruit samples for you… yeah 12 items, freshly picked today. Where shall I deliver them?" On the way he'd dropped the bagged items off in the incinerator, making sure he saw them getting thrown in before he carried on with his journey.
He drove carefully and safely to the specified location, there he picked up driver who would take them to the actual location. They arrived at a high-security warehouse, a front business for the organisation. The truck was driven inside where Wolf was waiting along with ten or so henchmen, a few others stood guard while others were on lookout. The doors were sealed and Don stood with Wolf and what he assumed were his bodyguards as the others unloaded the tubes. Tube-by-tube the girls were unpacked and thrown into a growing mass of squirming, naked bodies. None of them knew where they were, they just knew they didn't want to be there. One would wriggle off only to be dragged back and thrown in with the others. The girls mewed and cried out for all they were worth; especially as unseen hands groped and molested them.
"I'm impressed Mr Morrison, you have an unexpected talent for these things." Wolf nodded at one of the men. The man took out a clapper; two pieces of wood hinged at one end and slapped the together hard. The noise echoed round the room, it sounded a bit like a gunshot, enough so that the girls stopped struggling and froze.
"Right then, lie on your backs in a line, legs out straight or else!".
The terrified girls were moved and manhanded till they were all in a line, lying on their backs with their legs out straight, Most turned their heads, cheeks red with humiliation, some were crying.
"You'll need this." Wolf handed Don a mask to hide his identity. As soon as everyone was masked the tape was removed from their eyes>. They blinked and squinted in the bright light. One man went from girl to girl filming them while another took still photographs.
"What's up with those with the T on them?"
"Trouble, both tried to escape, one even took a video on her phone detailing what had happened." He saw the look in Wolf's eyes "don't worry, the area is clean. The clothes I wore there have been destroyed; their phones were rendered useless at the scene and were incinerated in a clinical waste incinerator along with all their clothing and belongings. All except the panties they were wearing which they're gagged with."
"Nice touch. Andre, collar that one and that one."
Wolf nodded at one of the men and pointed at the two girls with a T on them. A man fetched two thick leather collars, each with a box the size of a pack of cars attached. The two girls were wide-eyed with fear as he buckled the collars round their necks.
"Right slaves, time for the first lesson of the day."
All of the girls were hauled to their knees and made to sit on their haunches with their knees as wide as their bonds would allow. The two with collars were sat in front of the others. The man who had put the collars on them stood between them; a remote control in each hand.
"This is what happens to those who don't behave." He pressed the buttons. Both girls screamed, they eyes bulged and they began to thrash about in pain as electricity coursed through their bodies.
"Who said you could move! I'll keep doing this till you stay still!" He screamed in their ears, the girls quailed in terror, some of their team-mates turned away, refusing to watch the torture. The man looked up "Who gave any of you permission to look away, I'll keep doing this till you are all watching as well!"
Shocking continued until everyone watched, eventually the two managed to stay still long enough to satisfy the man though one did lose control of her bladder part-way through.
"You will be punished for that later, I didn't give you permission." He stood in front of the two "Now will you be obedient from now on, no more escape attempts?" both nodded, hanging their heads "Good, just to prove you are keeping your work, rub your faces into my crotch." He dropped his trousers and pants "you first." He pointed at one of the two, with tears in her eyes she shuffled up, closed her eyes and began to rub her face into his genitals, whimpering as he grew harder.
"See that wasn't too bad was it." He walked over to the other "Now lets see if you can finish the job your friend started." With a muffled sob the other complied and began to rhythmically rub her face into him.
Another one of the men walked up and down in front of the others. "It's like this; you do what you are told, as soon as you are told to do it. No hesitation, no matter what it is, any disobedience, even hesitation will be punished." There was a sigh and a muffled squeal behind as the man came. The two girls were dragged back to be with their comrades, both sagged with relief when the collars were removed. "So any one of you feel like being clever, trying to escape?" they all shook their heads "You all going to obey from now on?" They all nodded. "Let's see shall we. We'll start easy, on the count to three I want to see you shake those boobs, I want to see those puppies dance for me." He held up the two collars "you know what happens to the two of you who don't perform."
The two that had just been shocked were the quickest to comply, shaking their shoulders and bouncing up and down on their haunches. The man with the collars walked up and down the line cheering them on, urging them to put some effort in it. Finally he pointed to two of the girls, the ones slowest of the mark as far as Don could determine. They were hauled out in front of their team-mates, collared and shocked while the rest were forced to watch before being returned to the line.
"Right let's take it up a notch, on the count of three you will lie on your front and stick your ass up high in the air for a sex inspection. Slowest two get shocked. Ready 1… 2… 3…"
There was frantic movement amongst them as they tried to comply.
Wolf put his arm round Don's shoulder and guided him out if the room "It gets a bit tedious from this point in, besides we need to talk; aside from getting Lucy returned to you your efforts here have impressed senior management..."
Wolf's plan was ingenious. Don would remain at his current job for a while, but then join the organisation as their 'packer' providing specialist packing and shipping solutions. He would also be the talent scout for the area, specialising in mass pick-ups. As for Lucy, he had a plan for that too.
Lucy burst into tears when she was told her sale had gone through and she was to be shipped to her new owner. Up to that point she had hoped that somehow things would work out and she would be reunited with Don and her family. Now that was gone forever, but she would not go quietly into the night so attacked the moment she was freed from the box. It wasn’t a pointless gesture; she wanted to prove to them that she hadn’t been broken by them. Three of the guards were floored before she was subdued, forced into a heavy leather straightjacket and ankle-cuffs. A huge ball-gag was forced into her mouth and secured with a head-harness. This was all topped off with a posture collar after which she was bundled into a cage and carried to the loading bay. The bay door was open; a small delivery truck was pulling up. She was loaded on the truck and her cage secured to the floor. Two people got into the back of the truck, doors were closed and the van sat off.
The van rumbled on and on, Lucy began to complete the last act of defiance, suicide. He thoughts were broken by the van screeching to a halt. There was shouting, the men in the compartment took out concealed pistols and went outside. Lucy cringed at the sound of sustained gunfire, a couple of rounds ricochet of the side of the van then it was quiet. The door opened, Lucy glanced up to see two U.S. Marshals’, with weapons ready, peer inside. One radioed for further assistance, another figure appeared, Lucy gave a muffled scream; it was Don. Within moments Lucy was freed, a blanket thrown round her shoulder to cover her and she was ushered out of the van to a waiting SUV. Lucy shut her eyes as they walked past the bodies of the men who had been in the van with her. She could hear police radio chatter, make out the flashing lights for the police cars then she was inside. The back windows were heavily tinted hiding the occupants from the outside. Lucy dressed in the clothes provided, sweat pants and a sweatshirt then curled up in Don’s arms. Don explained that while he was looking for her he’d encountered two federal agents investigating the gang that had kidnapped her. The long and the short of things was that he’d been recruited by the agency, a secret branch of Homeland Security, to carry on work against the slavers. It didn’t make a huge amount of sense but Lucy didn't care, too shaken to take it all in, all she knew was that somehow her prayers had been answered and she was back with the man she loved. That he now had a job fighting the people who had kidnapped her was all the better and from Don’s point of view would ensure her silence as to his job. Don looked out of the window of the SUV as it took them to an organisation safe-house for Lucy’s ‘debrief’ Everything was right in the world, especially as in a couple of months there was a cheerleading tournament scheduled to take place on campus.