'Slavers' raid the Rose

One of the five figures passes so close to you that you could probably reach out and grab his ankle as he slips ever closer to the partying students. You have to chuckle when you realize that like you, the young men is dressed all in black, even his face has been covered with the black grease used by ball players. If he had been paying attention, he might well have noticed the pool of black off to the side of the path that was your prone figure, but all that young man is thinking about are the five tasty second year students giggling on the blankets by the lake.

Hanging from this boy's hands (he really is no older than his prey) is a length of chain that glimmers slightly of silver in the moonlight. You can buy chain like this at Lowes for $2.59/ft, although as a way of securing people, its pretty dumb. Most professionals that you know prefer zip ties, or duct tape, they're lighter, easier to use, and so common that they're impossible to trace. A second look at the other four young men reveals that they too are carrying similar items and you are pretty sure that very soon, the **** young victims were going to feel those links wrapped tightly around their pretty pale flesh.

You do not have to wait long to have your suspicions confirmed. With a savage howl of delight the five Hamilton students swarm around their targets. Some of the more enterprising young men had woven nets which they flung over the kneeling figures. Others, like the young man who passed by you, simply tackle their victims and wrap their wiggling bodies with the chains and ropes that they had brought.

"Well, boys." The largest of the young men chuckles, deliberately roughening his voice to sound more threatening. "Looks like we caught ourselves a fine catch in our nets." You sense rather than hear the excitement among the captured prizes as they recover from the initial shock of the ****.

"Stand them up and chain them in a coffle." He orders, "we'll march them back to the processing site and send them to the sheik." Under his watchful eye the five pleading girls are lifted to their feet and a chain is run around each of their necks and fastened with padlocks until a single line is formed.

"Hey, Boss?" Asks one of the 'slavers' "Can't we fuck 'em first?" This elicits an couple drunken whispers from the Academy students, but the Hamilton leader doesn't even hesitate.

"Naw, Kid." He shakes his head sadly, "Pretty, stuck-up, bitches like these will still have their cherries, and that will add a lot to their selling price." This time there is unchecked laughter from the chained students but the 'slavers' ignore their reaction. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to check though, we've got some time to kill before the pick-up." He turns back to the coffle of giggling women and orders them to their knees. "Good, now put your faces on the blanket and stick your pretty asses up in the air."

In the silvery light of the full moon you see all five of the young women do as they are ordered and one by one their captors line up behind them, remove their bottoms and carefully examine them with one or two carefully inserted fingers.

"Damn, you're right Boss." The first of the 'slavers' reports, "this one's as tight as fuck, I can feel her cherry no problem." The others reported similar findings, that were as bogus as the first. To their credit some of the capture virgins even managed to sound relieved as they were spared the brutal fucking that they would have received.

"What about their asses, Boss?" The same eager 'Kid' asks as his finger trails along the raised crack of his captive. "We can fuck their asses, right boss?" Your cock is as hard a rock, and you wish you were one of those boys playing at being men, you wait with your phone hoping to catch at least a little of this on video.

"Tell you what Boys, there are five of us and five of them, you all know where the pick-up is gonna be tonight." Why don't you take your slut in yourselves, what happens to them on the way will be up to you." He pauses and then drops his voice to a rough growl again. "But you'd better not pop their damn cherries, or there'll be Hell to pay."

As you watch the 'slavers' each unchain the Academy students and lead them away into the darkness until only the leader and the willowy blonde at his feet remain on the lakeside.