Erica's Nightmare




Taking a deep breath, Erica plunged into the cold, clear water of the pool.
The 26-year old woman kicked her long, athletic legs, gliding through the
pool. About a third of the way down the length, she came up, taking a quick
breath of air before resuming her even strokes down the pool. Pausing only
briefly at the far end, she kicked off the pool wall, swimming back to her
starting position.

Treading water, the young woman bobbed in the shallow end of the pool,
catching her breath. She reached up and brushed a few strands of reddish-brown
hair that had escaped her swim cap out of her face.

Erica had the pool to herself, not surprising considering it was near 9
o'clock in the evening. She didn't get off work till 7:00 most evenings and
she'd already spent the better part of an hour and a half running and lifting
weights. She liked to finish her workouts with a few laps in the gym's pool,
to cool off, before heading home for the evening.

The young woman swam for another ten minutes, until she got tired and the
water grew cold. Dripping wet, she climbed out of the pool. Her bare feet
padded on the concrete as Erica walked to the changing rooms. She rinsed off
in one of the shower stalls before finding her locker and opening it. From
inside, Erica pulled out her towel and gym bag.

Erica glanced in the mirror as she toweled off. She was rather proud of her
figure. Given the amount of work she'd put into maintaining it at the gym, she
figured she'd earned that right. The young woman was a hair over 5'8", and she
weighed 152 pounds. Her cute, round face was framed by soft, reddish brown
hair that hung over her shoulders. She was wearing a light green bikini that
showed off her toned, athletic body, her large round breasts and curvy hips.

When she'd dried off, she opened her gym bag up and pulled out her regular
clothes, stuffing the towel and her gym clothes in. She put her clothes on,
over her swim suit: a pair of worn blue jeans and a light green t-shirt. She
pulled a hoody on over that, the front emblazoned with her old college logo.
She slipped on her socks and laced up her running shoes. Grabbing her phone,
she slipped on a pair of ear buds and hit shuffle.

As Erica walked back through the main area of the gym, there were still a few
people working out; a pair of high school girls running on the treadmill, a
guy about their age lifting weights ... but mostly watching them run. An older
man was putting himself through his paces on the rowing machine. A tired
looking employee sitting at the front desk wished Erica a 'good evening' as
she stepped out into the cold night.

The young woman shivered as a gust of wind swept over the parking lot. Spring
was still a long way off, and Erica's hair was slightly damp from her swim.
Reaching into her jean's pocket, she pulled out her keys and set out into the
parking lot towards her car, listening to her music.

The parking lot was lit, but the lights were dim and spaced far apart, large
areas were left in shadow. Despite the late hour, there were still plenty of
cars scattered around the lot. The gym shared the strip with a bar, a 24-hour
grocery store and a small night school. At the moment, the parking lot was
deserted, except for Erica, and an older lady loading bags of groceries into a
battered old car. She got in and drove off.

There was a nondescript white van parked alongside Erica's car, as she
approached. She didn't see it until she was a few yards away. The young woman
had parked in the shadow between two distant light fixtures. Stepping between
them, she fumbled with her keys, finding the right one, after a moment, and
fitted it into the lock. She opened the door and tossed her gym bag into the
back seat. Distracted by the music she was listening to, Erica didn't notice
as the door of the van slid open ... didn't see two men climb out and walk up
behind her ... didn't realize the danger until they grabbed her ...

"Hey!" Erica cried out in shock, eyes widening in surprise, as one of the men
suddenly grabbed her left arm and pulled her back from the car.
"HEL-MMMPPPHHH!!!" Her cries for help were cut off as the second man stepped
in front of her and pressed a folded up cloth across her face, covering her
mouth and nose. A sharp chemical smell invaded her nostrils. As the young
woman struggled to get free, she accidentally inhaled a whiff of the drug
fumes.

Erica kicked and screamed and struggled for all she was worth, but the two men
had little trouble overpowering her resistance. She whimpered in fright as
they dragged her away from her car, towards the open van door. She kept
fighting every inch of the way, but the chloroform was beginning to take
effect. Her efforts to fight her attackers weakened as she struggled to stay
conscious. Erica could only manage a soft whimper of terror as she was picked
up and dragged into the van. The last thing she heard was the van door slam
shut before she fell into darkness ...

Erica awoke in total darkness. Her arms and legs were sore, which wasn't
strange the morning after a hard workout, but her jaws were sore as well.
Something hard seemed to fill her mouth, pushing her jaws apart. She shivered
as air blew over her body. Groaning softly, the young woman tried to pull the
blankets up, but for some reason, her arms refused to move ...

With a start, Erica remembered she hadn't made it back home. She'd been
attacked in the parking lot and drugged! The young woman moaned into her gag
in fright as the memory of her abduction came flooding back. As mounting fear
and adrenaline drove away the last of the chloroform clouding her mind, Erica
realized she was tightly bound with rope! She could feel tight coils
encircling her arms and legs, the thin, rough cord cutting into her bare skin
of her ankles and wrists with crushing tightness. More rope circled the young
woman's chest, above and below her breasts, pinning her arms to her back.

As Erica began to struggle against her bonds, she tried to scream for help.
Only a soft, weak moan escaped her lips. She realized she'd been gagged. She
could feel leather straps circling her head with crushing tightness, cutting
painfully into the sides of her mouth. They held some sort of large rubber
plug wedged into her mouth, muffling her cries. Her jaws ached from the strain
of accommodating the huge ball.

She shook her head, trying feebly to shake off the gag. As she did, she felt
fabric brush against her face. Her kidnappers had pulled a cloth sack over her
head, explaining the darkness she found herself in. To Erica's relief, as she
panted shallow, frightened breaths, the cloth let in enough air for her to
breathe, but it kept out the light, leaving her in total darkness.

As she squirmed in her bonds, she felt rough carpet underneath her, scratching
her bare breasts and belly. With rising horror, the young woman realized
someone, her kidnappers undoubtedly, had stripped her completely naked while
she'd been unconscious. Her cheeks flushed red with shame, at the thought of
what they might have done to her. What they might do to her ...

She could feel vibrations, running through the floor underneath her. She
didn't understand what it meant, until she felt a bump and the young woman
realized she was still in the van! They were driving very fast, down a long,
straight road. They were on the highway! Not knowing how long she'd been out,
Erica had no idea how long they had been driving, how far away they were. They
could be miles and miles away by now! With every mile further away they got,
it seemed to her, her chances of rescue diminished.

Erica's mind reeled as she struggled to understand what had happened to her.
She'd been kidnapped! Why!?! She had no money; she worked as a waitress at a
local chain restaurant. Her parents didn't have any money either, so they
couldn't have been after a ransom. She whimpered in terror, her mind thinking
back to the countless horror movies she'd seen, of pretty, young women
kidnapped, raped and tortured by crazed serial killers. She shook her head.
No, that sort of thing couldn't happen! Not to her!

The young woman's frightened struggles caught one of her captor's attentions.
She grunted, startled, as she heard someone nearby, crawling over to her. A
moment later, the unseen person set their hand on her side and a voice spoke.

"Easy there!" a man's voice, low and frightening, said. She trembled as he ran
his hand over her naked body, cringing at his touch. Ignoring the girl's
frightened whimpers, or more likely amused by them, the man laughed and
continued feeling her up. "Relax! You aren't going anywhere, sweetie! Just lie
still and enjoy the ride!" His hand slid up to her breasts, pinched between
the coils of rope circling her chest. Erica squealed indignantly as he
casually groped one, squeezing it in his large, rough hand.

The man laughed again, clearly enjoying his captive's discomfort. "Get used to
this, honey!" Erica continued to struggle, hopelessly. She closed her eyes,
sobbing as his hand slid back down her belly, sliding between her legs.

"This can't be happening!" She thought to herself, terrified. Her cheeks
burned with shame, feeling the man casually run his fingers through her small,
trimmed bush, teasing the naked lips of her sex ...

"Is the bitch awake?" Another man called from nearby.

"Yep!" The first man replied. "Should I give her another dose of chloroform?"

His partner thought for a moment before saying, "No, better not. We're almost
there anyway. 'Bout another twenty minutes or so, I'd say. They don't like it
when the girls look half asleep from the chloroform. It's better when they're
awake, alert and scared."

"Well, this girl certainly is!" The first kidnapper said playfully, laughing
as his captive continued to squirm underneath him, grunting fearfully through
her gag. While one hand continued to tease her snatch, his other cupped one of
her breasts and began kneading her large, pink nipple.

Erica sobbed as the man casually violated her body. She had listened to the
men talk, and her mind struggled to understand what they had meant ... and
what it meant for her. Where was she being taken? Who were 'they' and what did
they have planned for her? What had happened to the other girls the second man
had mentioned?

The van drove for what seemed an hour or more to the miserable captive, but
was probably only twenty minutes, if what the driver had said was true.
Erica's captor continued to paw at her naked body, enjoying her distress. All
of a sudden, the van slowed, pulling off the highway. It drove along some
smaller roads for a few more minutes, before it came to a stop.

"Alright, let's get her unloaded!" The driver said, shutting off the van. One
of the kidnappers opened the van door. Erica squealed in fright as she was
picked up and set down, sitting on the edge of the door. She felt the brief
touch of cold metal against her skin as the ropes binding her feet were cut.
The young woman was hauled onto her feet, feeling cold concrete underfoot. She
stumbled, her legs weak after being bound for several hours, but slowly
strength returned and she straightened up.

"Start walking!" one of the kidnappers growled, roughly shoving Erica forward.
She began walking, uncertainly. Hooded, she had no way of seeing where she was
going, whether she was about to run into something. "Get moving!" The man
shouted, shoving her again. She stumbled forward, struggling to stay upright.
Guided by her captor's shoves and shouted commands, the helpless prisoner was
led through a series of labyrinthine hallways. Before long, she had lost any
sense of direction.

"Well, well, look who's here. You're late?" Erica heard someone new say, ahead
of her. "Let's see what you've brought." She cringed as a hand, unseen in the
darkness of the hood, reached out and grabbed one of her breasts. She
squealed, jumping, as the man pinched her nipple. "Yes, she'll do nicely.
They've just finished with the last girl, go ahead and send this one in."

The kidnapper's shoved their helpless captive forward, through a door. After a
short walk, Erica was suddenly brought to a halt. She stood, trembling in the
center of a large room. She could hear people nearby, muffled by the thick
cloth hood. She tried to turn, but her captors grabbed her, holding her in
place. "Don't move." One of them growled in her ear.

"Thank you for waiting patiently, ladies and gentlemen." A loud voice, coming
from a speaker somewhere nearby, said. "We have one final item for tonight's
auction. This lovely thing here, aged 26, collected not more than two hours
ago."

As he said this, one of her kidnappers quickly ripped off Erica's hood. The
young woman blinked, blinded by the sudden light. There were several
spotlights, all pointed directly at her, lighting up her naked body. She was
standing near the front of a small stage. The audience in front of the stage
was shrouded in darkness against the bright light, little more than vague
figures in the shadows. They murmured appreciate, eyeing the scared girl
trembling with fright in front of them. It dawned on the young woman he was
talking about her!

Erica's eyes widened in horror as the meaning the man's words and the scene
around her sank in. A soft whimper of terror escaped her gagged lips. It was
an auction! A slave auction! And she was up for bidding! She squirmed in the
grasp of her kidnappers, struggling in vain to get away, but there was no
escaping this. Out in the darkness, there was movement, as the people in the
crowd started bidding on her. The young woman hung her head, sobbing brokenly
as her price steadily rose.

"Going Once!" The unseen auctioneer shouted. "Going ... .Twice! ... SOLD!"
Erica shook her head in disbelief, unable to believe what had just happened to
her. It seemed impossible that such a thing could happen to someone in this
day, but she had just been auctioned off into slavery! She struggled, sobbing
through her gag as her kidnappers dragged her towards the edge of the stage,
where her new owner was waiting ...

With a gasp, Erica sat up. She was drenched in sweat. Her heart pounded in her
chest, she gasped for air. Everything was dark and still. She was no longer on
the stage ... her kidnappers were nowhere to be seen. After a moment, she
began to calm down. "A dream ... " she thought to herself. "Just a dream ... "
The young woman sat in the darkness for a few moments, the last of the fear
from her nightmare draining from her. Eventually, the pounding of her heart
slowed, her breathing calmed, returning to normal.

With a sigh, she lay back down and rolled over. As she did, the metal shackles
locked around her wrists and ankles rattled loudly in the stillness of the
night. Lying on her side, Erica peered through the bars of her cage. The
dungeon was unlit, save for a small, barred window set in the door, through
which a small amount of light spilled in from the corridor outside, allowing
her to make out the dim details of the room.

On either side of Erica stretched a row of cages, identical to hers. Across
from her, set along the opposite wall, was another row, mirror the first,
stretching off, into the gloom of the dark dungeon. Each cage contained a
single, naked girl. Like Erica, they wore shackles on their hands and cuff,
and metal slave collars around their necks. The girls lay on the floors of
their cells, curled up inside, sleeping. The tight confines of the bars didn't
allow them to stand or stretch out fully.

The dungeon was quiet, save for the soft breathing of the dozens of sleeping
girls. Occasionally, one could hear the rattle of chains as one of the girls
rolled over in her sleep. One of the captives, hidden in the shadows, was
crying. Erica could hear her weeping, her sobs muffled by gag she was wearing.
One of the new girls, probably, newly sold, remembering her old life. Everyone
else was fast asleep, making the most of what little time they had to do so.
The rigors of their day left the slave girls tired enough they had little
trouble falling to sleep in spite of the confined space and uncomfortable
restraints.

With a yawn, Erica closed her eyes and tried to relax and fall asleep. She
sighed, remembering her dream, already fading to a distant memory. It had been
a long time since she'd last dreamed about the night she'd been kidnapped and
sold to her master ...