Denise was standing on the platform still, wearing only the barcoded tag around her neck and a lost expression on her face. She was still trying to process what was happening to her. She had lost all concept of time but assumed it hadn't been a day yet since she and her friends were lured into an abandoned warehouse by one of their own, chloroformed, and kidnapped. Just a day before she had been the most popular senior in her school, the head cheerleader, and dating the quarterback of the football team; now she was in this room with this man, no idea where she was, and being treated as no more human than the box of her clothes that sat on the nearby table.
He was still standing behind the camera as he spoke. "Now, stand perfectly still, with your feet shoulder width apart, and your arms at your sides, your hands just away from your body. Look straight ahead." Denise complied; his instructions to her sounded like a photographer talking to a model and she had always wanted to be one!
The man reached behind him and flicked a switch on the wall; instantly the platform began to slowly rotate clockwise. Denise let out a tiny gasp, not expecting the sudden movement, but managed to keep her pose exactly the way he had instructed. She knew the camera was recording it all and wondered exactly what he was going to do with the video - again her thoughts wandered to modeling again, and before she realized it the platform was back where it started and it came to a stop.
"There. All documented." He walked over to the laptop and punched a few buttons. "All uploaded." Then he returned to the camera, moved it back out of the way, and walked over to where Denise was standing.
"Time to put you in storage. I've got a busy day ahead of me." And without hesitation he placed his hand behind her head again and guided her off the platform and walked her towards the empty bin. Denise's eyes were wide as saucers, especially as they got close to the bin and she saw that it was completely empty.
He released her head and calmly spoke. "Step into the storage bin." She turned around to look at him, her face showing her complete shock at what she had just heard, her head shaking back and forth even as her right foot lifted itself off the floor and stepped inside the bin. She continued to shake her head no as her left foot stepped into the bin. The man smiled as he calmly reached out with his large right hand and clamped it over her struggling face. Predictably, she kept struggling which made it even easier for him to get her off-balance, and her feet went out from under her, her butt planting itself hard into the bottom of the bin.
He let go and continued to smile, seeming to enjoy her struggle and 'defeat'. Denise looked up at him weakly, her arms and feet the only parts of her that were sticking out of the large plastic tote. "Perfect." He walked over to the table and opened a drawer; Denise could only watch as he retrieved a number of objects - two white cloths, a bottle, and two strands of rope. He carried them over to the bin, along with the 'field sheet' that was now completely filled out; he slid the sheet of paper into a plastic sleeve on the side of the bin, matching the other two bins next to hers.
It was at that moment Denise realized what was in those other bins. She let out an audible gasp. She let out another one when she saw him soak one of the cloths with what was in the bottle and press it against her nose and mouth. Her struggle was short; in moments she was in a deep sleep.
The man smiled as he did his work. He knew he had a job that many would envy, and made more money than most. He methodically tied Denise's ankles together with one length of rope, then tied her wrists together with the other; as he finished he moved first her feet and then her arms completely inside the bin. He took the second cloth and wrapped it around her head and in her mouth as a gag.
He left the lid off her bin as he removed the lids on the other two; the lids had many small holes to allow plenty of air inside. Within the other bins, Emma and Ary slept. Like Denise, they each had a tag around their neck and wore nothing else. Satisfied with the condition of all three, he replaced the lid on Emma, then Ary, and finally Denise.
He reached for his phone and dialed. "Anthony, bring the cart. I have three items to go to storage, all to go on the brunette shelf." That was the extent of the call; he hung up and walked out of the room
Part 10 is done! I am really going now and the feedback I am getting here and in notes is a big reason why!!!
Again thanks for continuing to leave me comments notes and critiques!
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The Cheer Squad: Part 9Denise stepped up on the platform in her bare feet, still wearing the rest of her cheerleading outfit, as well as a barcoded tag around her neck. Every few seconds she would glance down at it as she tried to wrap her mind around what was going on.Next:
The man seemed to notice her struggle; his smile indicated he was enjoying it on some level as he moved a video camera set on a tripod over in front of her, perhaps six feet away, and turned it on her. Just as he seemed to be done placing it, there was a buzz from his pocket. "Excuse me," he muttered flatly as he stepped behind the table and took the call.
"Yes...yes. I have some brunettes in stock now. I just checked one in that you might like. I'll send you a clip shortly. A blonde? I actually got one in today that you would have liked but someone paid full price for it the moment it was available, so it's gone. I'll let you when I restock. Bye."
Denise couldn't help but overhear the conversat
The Cheer Squad: Part 11There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Delilah pushed open the door to his office. "You said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes," the man replied. "I have something for you." And he leaned over the side of his desk and picked up the glass box, handing it to her.
"Wow!" Delilah exclaimed, looking at the complete cheer outfit inside. "This will get a place of honor over my mantel I think! Is this...everything?"
"Yes, every stitch of clothing it was wearing when you acquired it." He tapped lightly on the desk. "You've earned it. That last delivery was your best so far. I've already sold the blonde and have potential buyers coming in today for the brunettes."
"I wish I could buy what was in this," Delilah mused, looking down at the box. "The fun I could have!"
"I pay you well, don't I? What do you do with all your money?"
"Well I think we mentioned, Faye and I, we were looking at getting a van. That Grand Cherokee is nice but it can only ho
Still loving it! Two details I really appreciate:
- All of the girls are accounted for, and the 'one who had trouble with the rules,
and is now gone' was the blonde (Katie?). So the handler adeptly used the fact
that she was sold to scare Denise into obedience. Apparently anyway, I haven't
read the next chapter yet
- And the curious platform, introduced in the last chapter, added to the
disorientation and mystery. When it began to rotate on camera, of course! As a
connoisseur slave consumer I'd want no less than a 360 nude, in hi def!
Little mysterious details that have a little light shed on them, or become "of course!"
make for a delightful read!
- All of the girls are accounted for, and the 'one who had trouble with the rules,
and is now gone' was the blonde (Katie?). So the handler adeptly used the fact
that she was sold to scare Denise into obedience. Apparently anyway, I haven't
read the next chapter yet
- And the curious platform, introduced in the last chapter, added to the
disorientation and mystery. When it began to rotate on camera, of course! As a
connoisseur slave consumer I'd want no less than a 360 nude, in hi def!
Little mysterious details that have a little light shed on them, or become "of course!"
make for a delightful read!
I wonder if he needs another assistant... I could use some extra cash, and there are bound to be a few perks with the job...
Brilliant
That poor Denise, always trapped in adventures that doesn't give her a single hope of being saved... Tssk tssk tssk.
That being said: I can feel it that you regain energy, through your way of writing this story. So for that:
That being said: I can feel it that you regain energy, through your way of writing this story. So for that:
You've done a masterful job first with the abduction fetish, then with bondage, and now with packaging! The bar coding is just downright cold and was a really nice touch. I don't suppose the blonde or any of the brunettes are being shipped my way?
Interesting way of shipping, although sleeping all the way long the girls won´t realize much of their journey.
Great job with this one! I wonder where the cheerleaders will end up. Will someone buy the set? Or will they each come separately?
This guy is totally numb, no feeling left in him at all!! The brunette shelf? Less respect that a nice cut of steak!!!! Just an inventory unit!
What awaits the three girls at their final destination, and where might it be???? Will they end up together, or go different places, to a tropical paradise???
The possibilities are almost endless! About the only thing that will not happen, is for them to be turned loose. Well, may it be a pleasurable experience!!!!
Again, nice work!!!
What awaits the three girls at their final destination, and where might it be???? Will they end up together, or go different places, to a tropical paradise???
The possibilities are almost endless! About the only thing that will not happen, is for them to be turned loose. Well, may it be a pleasurable experience!!!!
Again, nice work!!!
Thanks!! I have to figure out the next part in my head still so it might be tomorrow but I will try to keep this momentum going!
Wow, fantastic series so far! The suspense you're building as to what exactly is going to happen is amazing. Great detail using straightforward prose!
Thank you SO much! I had taken a break over the summer to recharge my creative batteries. Consider them fully charged!
The inscription on the container - Handle with care. Delicate content.
But we must pay tribute to this scoundrel - he has done a hole for air.
But we must pay tribute to this scoundrel - he has done a hole for air.
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