The constant bumps and jarring finally caused Denise to wake up.  She tried to reach for her eyes to rub them but she couldn't move her wrists, they were secured somehow.  She jerked her head up only to find that her neck was secured as well.  She attempted to twist and kick but her waist and legs were bound somehow.  She glanced around and discovered she was inside some sort of box and the ties holding her in place were plastic.

"You're awake," a male voice to her left spoke.

"What the hell? Where am I? Who are you?" Denise screamed.

"You're in the cab of my delivery truck.  You were sold a while ago.  I'm Anthony."

Denise struggled but the plastic ties were too strong.  She was completely naked except for the tag around her neck.  "Sold? What do you mean sold?"

"Do you not understand English? Someone came into our store and paid money for you.  That's what sold means."

"Where are my clothes? Who paid money for me? What kind of store are you talking about?"

"Your clothes were sold before you were.  I don't know their names, I just have an address.  And a shipping form.  It's a store that sells females.  You are a female, correct?"

Denise gasped.  "Yes of course I am can't you tell by looking at me?"

They stopped at a red light and he glanced over into the box.  "Yep. 100% female."  She got a good look at him too; he seemed nice looking, maybe in his 20's, dark hair, fairly normal.

"You said 'their names'?"

"It was a couple. A man and a woman.  The woman in particular seemed very excited with her purchase."

"Her purchase? You mean me! I have a name you know, it's D-"

"You had a name.  Now you have a number."  He picked up the clipboard with the shipping form on it.  "18 63 120 36 24 34 75."

Denise swallowed hard.  She'd heard that number before; it was the barcode on her tag.  "Is it just a bunch of random numbers?"

"Age, height, weight, bust, waist, hips, shoe size."

Denise shook her head, not able to decide if what she heard was good or bad.  "My name is D-"

He interrupted her again.  "18 63 120 36 24 34 75."

Denise gulped and was about to try again but decided against it.  "What about my friends? Where are they?"

"The others that came in with you? They've all been sold as well.  It's been a very busy - and profitable - couple of days."

"To the same people?"

"Oh heavens no.  The other two brunettes were sold as a pair to a rich Chinaman.  We've done a lot of business with him.  I overheard him saying they would make an excellent set of lamps in his bedroom."

"Lamps?" The shock in her voice was clear.

"Yeah, lamps.  You know I don't usually talk this much to the stuff I'm delivering.  Yeah, floor lamps, one on each side.  We don't ask the buyers what their intentions are but this Chinaman likes to talk. A lot.  And the blonde, she was the first one to go.  Another of our regular clients.  He collects 'bondage toys' so I am sure this is just another one of those for him."

"We are all just merchandise to these people, objects..."

"Yeah, sounds like it just figured it out." Anthony chuckled as they pulled up to another red light.  Denise could feel them stopping and decided this would be her best opportunity; she started screaming at the top of her lungs.  "And it is getting a bit too loud.  Let's take care of that."  He reached over into the box with a cloth and pressed it over her nose and mouth.

"Help! Help! He-mmmm!!! MMMMMMM!!" Denise's eyes widened as she struggled; in seconds her eyes relaxed and rolled back.

"There. Much better."

Just a few minutes later the truck pulled into its destination.  Anthony retrieved a hand truck from the back of the truck and carefully unloaded the box with its sleeping cargo, keeping it upright as he carefully wheeled it to the door and rang the bell.  An excited Melissa answered it.

"There it is!" she beamed, holding the door open as Anthony rolled the box in and set it up against a nearby wall.  Then he removed a small scanner from his belt and scanned the barcode on the shipping form.  Once heard a 'beep', he then scanned the barcode around Denise's neck, again getting the same 'beep'.  Denise's head was rolled forward but the rest of her was still secured to the back of the box with the plastic ties.

"All set.  It was just the one package, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, we took the other stuff with us when we left the showroom.  Do we get to keep the box?"

"Absolutely."  He slid the box away from the wall to show Melissa where the ties came through the back.  "Just take a pair of pliers and you can untwist these.  It's a two person job though, someone needs to be holding it on the other side.  I've heard some stories about people who tried to do it themselves...and once damaged there's no refunds."

"It's just like a Barbie doll box!" Melissa gushed.

"Indeed.  Our packaging manager used to work at Mattel.  Ok I just need you to sign here," and he pointed to the bottom of the form and handed her a pen.

"Okay," Melissa nodded as she signed.  "My husband should be home any minute so I'll wait before I take it out of the package."

"That would be wise. Have a good day."  And he turned around with the empty hand truck and walked out the door.



Denise woke up and rubbed her head.  As she looked around, she shook her head - what a nightmare!  She was in a bedroom, a really nice bedroom, like in a really nice hotel.  She was dressed in her full cheerleading costume, including her shoes, and completely free to move around.  She slowly got up off of the bed.

"Hello?" she called out.  "Is anyone there?" The nightmare felt so real.  She was with her three cheerleader friends, they had been knocked out, abducted, and sold like ordinary objects.  It wasn't real, obviously, she told herself.  She was in a nice place, she was in her cheer costume, she just couldn't remember how she got there.  Had they gone to a party, had she gotten wasted and passed out? Did some hunky guy carry her in here and let her sleep it off? It seemed like the most likely event.  She stretched her arms over her head and then walked to the door.

"Guys? Where are you? I had the strangest dream, oh my god you guys!" She opened the door, and walked out into the hallway.  "Hello?" she called out again as she walked by a full-length mirror.  "Ooooh," she giggled as she posed in front of it, doing a little dance.  "Mmm mmm mmm-MMMMMM!!!"

The flighty head cheerleader never saw the smaller woman coming behind her, she was too preoccupied with admiring her own reflection in the mirror.  She caught a quick glance at the short haired blonde woman as she was pulled back against the wall.  "MMMMM MMMMMM!!!" Denise gasped as a cloth was shoved over her face.  She bucked her body relentlessly trying to break free as the woman reached around with her other hand and grabbed Denise around the chest for leverage.  "MMMMM MMMMMM!!"

"Shhhh..." the woman whispered as she kept the cloth firmly over the busty cheerleader's face.

Denise fought hard but she was no match for the powerful knockout agent in the cloth.  "MMMMM...MMMMM...ohh god...ohh godd..." and Denise started to slide down to the floor, her tennis shoes making a squeaking sound on the concrete floor as the woman kept a strong hold of her.  

"That's it sweetheart.  Go to sleep."

Denise's butt hit the floor, her legs splayed out as her arms dropped limply beside her; she was out cold.  The woman pulled the cloth away and then took the unconscious cheerleader's head in her hands, tossing it from side to side to ensure she was really out.

"Look at you girl! So pretty. Yay!" And she reached down under Denise's arms, pulling her body slowly down the corridor.  As she did she couldn't help but laugh.  "It was just as much fun the second time around!"

THE END