Neal and John are enslaved Neal tried to shake off the fog as he awoke from being unconscious. He was dimly aware of a hand on his crotch. Instinctively, he tried to move to pull off the hand, but found out his arms were tied tightly to a pole. Neal pulled hard at the cords with his considerable strength but was unable to break the bonds. Coming out of his stupor, Neal saw it was a young woman that held his crotch captive. She was pretty and athletic-looking, with light brown hair. The only clothing she wore was a bikini bottom. Her breasts were bare and beautiful. She was about a head shorter than the man. Her grip on Neal was clinical, not sexual. She seemed to be checking out the size and contour of the man's penis. "What the hell is going on here," Neal bellowed. The woman smiled. "Relax big guy. Just checking out your package." That was fucking obvious. "Get your hand off and untie me," Neal ordered. The woman laughed loudly. "Sure, sir," she said facetiously. "Right away." She changed her touch to soft and sexy and Neal got hard. She looked up at the man and smirked. Neal pulled at the ropes but got nowhere. What was happening? He looked around. They were in a big room, like a warehouse, with no windows. It was threadbare. Aside from the woman Neal could sense someone else in the room tied to the pole. "John, is that you?" Another woman answered, "Sorry, he's still out." She continued, "I'm going into the kitchen. Let me know if you need anything." "Sure," said the woman facing Neal. As he heard the door open to a different room, Neal asked, more softly, "What's going on here? Why are we tied up?" The woman answered directly. "We have certain interests overseas who are interested in men like you and your friend to be used for breeding and, if unsuccessful, manual labor." Neal felt pole-axed. He had heard of girls and women being captured for the sex slave trade but this is the first he had heard of a market for men. His adrenalin flowing, Neal pulled hard against the cords but didn't make headway. He screamed, "You fucking bitches are crazy! There is no fucking way this is happening." The pretty woman looked at him with a faint aura of superiority. "What are you going to do about it?" she asked. Neal had no clue. He assumed at some point he and John would be moved and maybe they'd be in a position to fight back. A thought occurred to him. "How did we get here?" Neal asked. "You don't remember?" the woman replied. When Neal shook his head no, the woman continued, "My friend and I beat up you and your friend, knocked you out and brought you here." It was said so matter-of-factly that Neal was momentarily speechless. He thought back and could remember being on the beach, working out and practicing posing with John. There were a couple of attractive women nearby and they had approached the men. That was the last he could remember until waking up. "Get out of here," Neal said sarcastically. "You - a girl - beat me up? How did you get us here?" "I carried you to the van, we drove here and I carried you to the pole and tied you up." The story was so utterly ridiculous that Neal, despite his predicament, actually laughed heartily. The woman smiled knowingly. "Where are the men who are working with you?" The woman replied, "What men? It's just the two of us. We find it's easier that way; more money to share and fewer problems." Neal hadn't seen or heard anyone else but there were other room in the warehouse. The woman was speaking to him in a voice that basically stated the truth, but it couldn't possibly be the truth. "Look," Neal said, his voice calm. "Let's be reasonable. I'm a 200 pound bodybuilder with muscles from head to toe and you're a pretty woman. You seem to believe what you're saying but it's not possible." "Lena and I do this for a living," the woman responded, not realizing she gave out her friend's name. "And we make a VERY good living. We're strong and we're great fighters. Just because you're a big guy doesn't mean I can't beat you up." Neal considered the woman's words. She could be highly trained in martial arts. If what she said happened actually happened, the men were surprised and didn't really have a chance to fight back. There really wasn't an explanation, however, for the woman carrying him unless they together carried each man separately. The story had become much more plausible. "The first chance I get," Neal said in a low, threatening voice, "we're going to have a rematch. And this time I won't be ambushed" The woman realized the man had accepted most of her version of the story. "It's not going to happen. In a little while you'll be on a boat and that's the last we'll see of each other. It's too bad. You're quite handsome and I haven't been with a man for a while. But I have a job to do." With that, the pretty brunette walked into the pantry to join her friend. Alone, Neal called after John but he was still unconscious. Neal decided to work on the ropes. Some of his friends had actually played around with ropes and handcuffs and disengaging themselves from them. Neal had an idea of how to do it. Now that he had time, he started working on freeing himself. His arms were not tied closely together. That helped. Neal pulled at one side of the rope, tightening that side but making it that much looser on the other side. He made an effort to flex his large biceps, as he would if he were posing, on the loose side. Neal continued this method over and over again. He succeeded in stretching the cords. He was able to slip out the arm on the loose side out of the ropes. With an arm free, Neal used it to stretch the ropes until he was able to pull out the other arm. The women had not tied his feet. He was free! The first thing Neal did was to try to wake John but he was still completely out. Neal didn't want to leave without his friend but he needed time to untie John's arms and would have to carry or drag him. Before starting this, Neal realized he needed to find an exit. He had noticed which door the women walked through, so he checked around the room, looking for another door. He couldn't find one. It occurred to Neal that the exit to freedom was probably through the kitchen. Neal didn't fancy leaving in that direction and fighting two women but that may be his only choice. He decided to untie John and try again to wake him. And that's when his captor walked back into the room. Neal looked up and saw the woman. He expected her to yell for Lena but the woman stayed quiet. She looked at him calmly, relaxed, surveying the situation. "Very impressive," she said as she moved slowly towards Neal. "Nobody has ever escaped before from the ropes." Neal moved away from John, staying quiet. As long as the women didn't call for her friend or have a weapon, he figured he had a good chance to escape. He would probably need to fight both women; it was better to do it one at a time. "You watched a rematch," the woman said smoothly. "Now you have one. Let's see what you got." Neal could scarcely believe he was about to fight a woman. Not just a woman, but one who was topless, a head shorter and probably half his weight. And, he was fighting for his life. It would be difficult for him to get through the years of social training and use his full strength and hit a woman. He needed to do this to survive. They faced each other and the woman moved at Neal, hitting him in the face. Boy, she was fast, Neal thought as she moved back. He threw a few punches but hit nothing. She did the same and connected. Nothing was hard but they found their mark on Neal's face and body. After a few more exchanges, Neal decided he needed to change his strategy. The woman was faster than him and more skilled at boxing. He needed to put himself in a position to use his great strength. The next time she moved at him, Neal just grabbed her and pulled her tight, getting behind the woman, squeezing as hard as he can. The woman reacted quickly. She had an arm near her neck so Neal couldn't choke her. She stomped down on his foot. He howled and his grip loosened. She grabbed an arm and threw Neal over her head. He hit the floor hard as the woman followed. She mounted him and wrapped her slender fingers around his neck, trying to choke him. Neal realized the woman was quite strong as he tried to pull her hands off his neck. He succeeded, but she moved into a different position and wrapped her smooth, sexy legs around his neck. The scissors was strong and it hurt. Neal couldn't get to her ankles so he put his arms between her legs and was able to separate and get some space. The woman reacted by moving at lightning speed, getting behind Neal, locking her legs around his midsection and wrapped her arms around his neck. Fighting for his life, Neal pulled at the slender arms that encircled him. The woman's position was really good and it took a tremendous effort by the big man to separate her arms. He managed to escape the choke hold and spun his body, landing all of his 200 pounds on the woman. He heard her grunt as she let him go and spun out from under him. Neal scrambled away and got to his feet. The woman was already standing. Neal was breathing hard as he looked at the woman who wasn't. She was standing there, sexy, topless and everything Neal would have physically wanted in a woman. But she was winning the fight and he couldn't let that happen. He bull-rushed the woman and she wasn't ready. She hit hard on the pavement as the man shoved his weight into her for good measure. With the wind knocked out of her, Neal swung as hard as he could and hit her pretty face. He wailed at her again and again. The woman had freed her arms and managed to absorb some of the blows with them but they still hurt. Keeping her composure, the woman was able to bring her legs into a position where she could push at Neal. He was only thinking about hitting the woman so he didn't realize she was doing anything. She lashed out with her legs and created some space and spun out from under Neal. She rose quickly and moved out of harm's way. Neal was grinning evilly as he rose. The woman's face was bloody and there were welts on its side. She would definitely have a black eye. "If you quit now and let John and I leave, I won't do anything further and I won't tell anyone." The woman grinned, her face macabre. She was really pissed. This hadn't happened before. With a finger, she beckoned Neal to continue. Neal bull-rushed her again but this time the woman was ready. She stepped aside, grabbed the big man around his waist and lifted him upside down, finally power-bombing Neal into the ground. Neal would have admired the strength it took to do that if his neck wasn't compressed and nearly broken by the force of the impact. The woman moved to Neal who was crumpled on the ground, locked his head between her knees, grabbed his torso, lifted backwards and performed a suplex, smashing Neal into the pavement. His back took the brunt of the fall and he was knocked nearly unconscious, writhing in pain. Still very angry, the woman dragged the man to his feet and lifted him onto her shoulders and partially pressed him into an overhead press and threw him again to the floor. Lying there, barely conscious and partially broken, Neal couldn't help but think that the sexy, little woman was actually much stronger than him. It was a weird thought at a terrible time. The woman looked down at him with a cruel look on her face. She seized his ankles and locked them under her armpits. Spinning around she twisted him to his belly and then leaned backwards in a Boston Crab. Neal felth a horrible pain as his back got folded backwards and the woman kept applying pressure. She was going to break his spine! "Stop!" Neal heard a voice yell as he was fading. "Don't break him. We won't be able to sell him." At the sound of Lena's voice, the woman stopped. She was prepared to break the huge, powerful man in two but realized what her friend said was correct. She may already have done irreparable harm to the package. "I'm so sorry but he pissed me off. Look what he did to my face." Lena playfully kissed her friend's boo-boos. "You'll be okay," she said. "Let's see about the man." The women pulled down Neal's swimming trunk and inspected his penis. They looked over him. He had a couple of broken bones and a carload of bruises but everything seemed to be in order. After convalescence, Neal would be good for breeding. "The truck's outside to transport the cargo to the boat," Lena said. The other woman nodded. She grabbed some rope and trussed up Neal's hands and feet. He was conscious but couldn't do anything about it. Lena released John, who was still out, reapplied the ropes and tossed him over her shoulder, carrying him through the kitchen to get to the truck. The woman followed suit with Neal. Neal thought about being overpowered and carried by a woman half his size. He had spent years lifting heavy weights and building an incredibly powerful body but hadn't been able to stop one lone girl from selling him into slavery. That was his last conscious thought as his mind shut down as he was loaded into the truck.