The exchange between my kidnapper and my buyer happened quickly, a black duffel bag was exchanged and my kidnapper left with a smile on the face.
The buyer, a big hulking mass of muscle, looked at me inquisitively, unsure of what to make of me or the situation. He looked down and saw my caged dick dripping pre-cum.
"I thought your friend was lying but I can see that he's not, but damn boy, you gotta stop letting strangers tie you up." He laughed, impressed with his own sarcastic one line.
He reached into his own pack and pulled out a small needle and vial of clear liquid. "Just hold still, this will be over soon." as he injected me in my arm.
Whatever he gave me took only a few moments before I was out like a light.
However long, I was out, it took me a few minutes to regain full consciousness. I looked down and groaned in disappointment that last night hadn't been a bad dream.
Though my gag was gone it had been replaced by a metal collar that was uncomfortably tight around my neck, undoubtedly to remind me that I was now a slave with every breath that I took.
The ropes too were gone, now shackles had been locked around my wrists and ankles. I slowly sat up, quickly realizing I wasn't alone until the room.
She must have been a few years older than me but still had the same metal shackles. "So what's your deal?" Blowing her faded blue bangs away from face.
I shortened the story a bit, "I was kidnapped out of the bar I was working at."
"Uh huh." As if she didn't believe my story. "So how did you really end up here?"
I blushed, "There was a cute guy at the bar and I let him tie me up."
She snorted out a laugh, "I thought I was the biggest slut here but you might give me a run for my money."
Flabbergasted, I didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry about it, my ex tried to sell me to his drug dealer to cover his gambling habit. When I saw the kind of money that was being thrown about, I figured that I could do better and tried to sell myself online. Maybe spend a few years sucking some guy's cock and retire rich."
She held up her arms to show off her restraints, "you can see how well that went"
We both laughed like two people possessed. I got the feeling both of us knew we were both pretty pathetic to have ended up in a human trafficker's holding cell.
Laying back down on her bunk she sighed, "apparently we and a couple of girls in the cell next to ours are considered the prime merchandise at their auction in a couple of weeks. I just wish they would hurry up though, it's this waiting that is killing me."
She scoffed, "or least they can do is come in here and fuck me."
I smiled in empathy, my cock was already starting to come back to life and I could use a good fucking.
"That's why we're here you know? We're slutty and we take to bondage well."
That was hard to hear but she probably wasn't wrong.
"So how gay are you? Like super gay or have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"I'm not really sure, I had a girlfriend for a few months a little while ago but I mean I was bored and horny when I met the guy."
"Too bad our junk is locked up, I'd totally fuck you right now."
"Thanks."
A moment later the door unlocked and two men in black jumpsuits burst in and chained my shackles together.
"You're coming with us faggot."
Before I could answer I was being dragged out by the leash, the metal clanking down the brightly lit white hallway.
They brought me to a small room and put me up on a small wooden stage, looking down at a stern looking woman filing paperwork behind an olive green metal desk.
I just stood there, focusing my attention on her though trying not to be too obvious.
"I am Madam Ora and you will address me as such do you understand?"
"Yes Madam Ora," I replied sheepishly.
"Good, you know how to take direction well.
