Kidnapped Kristin Ch. 03

Kristin would have worried about Megan, but her fear for herself completely overcame her concern for her friend as she was led away from the van. This was it, then. The kidnapping, transport, and inspection were just a prelude to this. She was going to be led into the corner of this warehouse and be gang raped by a bunch of foreigners. Her knees went weak with fear and she staggered as the man behind her pushed her forward. She heard herself sobbing in a muffled and distant way, as if it were happening miles away.

"Pull yourself together, girlie," said the bearded kidnapper pushing her along. "You're going to be perfectly fine if you're just a good girl and do what you're told. No one here is going to hurt you."

Kristin heard the words but couldn't quite process their meaning. Something about the man's tone comforted her, and she managed to walk a couple hundred more feet until he stopped moving her along. A firm hand on her shoulder forced her to her knees, which made contact with some kind of spongy flooring instead of the concrete she'd been walking along. The man pushed gently at the back of her head and she bowed it unthinkingly, her wrists still behind her back as they'd been while he pushed her.

"Don't move."

Kristin was more paralyzed with fear than obedient, but she complied even as she felt the man walk away from behind her. Her head jerked up reflexively as she heard footsteps approaching from the front, even though the pillowcase masked her vision.

"Head down!" shouted an accented voice that did not belong to any of the kidnappers she'd heard. Terrified, Kristin felt the pillowcase yanked off her head. She couldn't help but look up, where she saw an older Asian woman in black t-shirt and pants with her hair pulled back severely. The woman slapped her across the face so hard that she saw stars and Kristin jerked her head down to look at the interlocking foam gym tiles she was kneeling on, sobbing again.

Someone behind her pulled her wrists away from her back and she felt something cold and metal being placed on each of them, then closed with a click. The person then placed a heavy metal collar around her neck, which they closed with a lock. They then moved away with a clinking sound.

"Now stand!" said the woman in front of her. Kristin awkwardly rose to her feet, which is much harder with your hands cuffed behind you, making sure not to look up. The woman grabbed her shoulders and turned her ninety degrees to the right.

"No move!" said the woman, and then walked away. Kristin now had a few moments to size up where she was now that the blindfold had come off. She was still in the warehouse, standing not far from a couple shipping containers on one side and empty floor the way she had come from, and she was facing another naked girl with her hands cuffed behind her. She didn't dare look up, but the girl was obviously not Megan. Not only was she darker and very slim, Kristin could hear Megan crying as she was led over.

Somewhere behind Kristin, Megan was cuffed, with a few shouts from the angry woman who had slapped Kristin, and then a man came up behind Kristin and clipped a chain to the cuffs on her wrists, ran a short length from her cuffs to the back of her collar forcing her shoulders and elbows into a slightly uncomfortable position, and then attached another chain to the front of her collar and attached it to the cuffs of the girl in front of her, who was chained the same way. Kristin's eyes drifted up and she realized she was fourth in a line of girls and facing an open shipping container.

A stinging sensation across her ribs jerked her out of her observations. The young Asian man who had greeted the van held a narrow plastic cane with which he had just hit her.

"Look down!" he shouted, and Kristin stared hard at her toes. The woman who had slapped her came up alongside her.

"You want to be bad? Huh? You want to be bad?"

Kristin did not want to be bad and she didn't want to be noticed in any way. There was something oddly comforting about being just one more girl in the line, invisible as part of the mass. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen to all of them, and it apparently wasn't going to be violent or sudden. It clearly wasn't going to be good, either, but Kristin was not in a particularly pensive frame of mind. She looked hard at her toes and tried to be invisible, which apparently satisfied the woman and the man with the cane, who walked up to the head of the line.

"Walk!" shouted the woman, and Kristin felt herself tugged by the girl in front of her, who was moving. She stepped forward, helpless to do anything but follow. She felt herself jerk someone behind her just as she had been jerked. The coffle shuffled up and into the shipping container, and is Kristin took the step up into it, she felt a renewed fear grip her stomach.

"Stop!" shouted the woman from the door of the shipping container, and Kristin tripped mid-step in her desire to obey. A fourth person who Kristin hadn't seen before, this one a girl around her age dressed identically to the older woman, walked from the front of the container, unchaining each girl's wrists from the collar of the girl behind her, but leaving the wrist to collar chain in place. After dropping the chain from the front of Kristin's collar, she reconnected the padlock to an iron ring welded to the wall of the container in front of her. Kristin didn't quite understand the point of this, as the chain was longer than the container was wide, but she kept silent and made sure she was looking down at her feet. The girl moved on and attached Kristin's chain to another ring beside her head.

"Turn! Sit down!" shouted the older woman from the door, and Kristin, after a brief moment of confusion about which way to turn, decided she meant away from the wall she was chained to. Sitting down proved even more awkward with arms behind her than standing up had been, but turning gave her a chance to see around the container. Besides the three girls in front of her, there were two girls closer to the door, the last of whom was Megan, whose entire face was puffy and red from crying and who was still shaking silently as though she couldn't stop sobbing.

The container's floor had some type of rough burlap sacking stacked on it, just enough to make it tolerable, if not comfortable, to sit on. Other than the six naked girls, the container was empty except for a five-gallon plastic bucket in the middle of the container. Kristin had a sinking feeling she knew what it was for, accompanied by the sudden realization that her bladder hadn't been emptied since before she and Megan had left her house several lifetimes ago.