The Collectors Estate

Part Five: College Girls

The University of Louisiana, Monroe

Anderson Hall

4:00AM

The sun had not yet risen over the quiet Louisiana campus, and student life had not yet begun. Even the food service workers and graduate students were still asleep in their beds. No one was awake to see the two black semi trucks pull to a stop at the side of a lonely side road. Not one person even twitched in their sleep as a yellow school bus and a black town car pulled into a parking lot on the campus.

Eighty men in civilian clothing emerged from the bus after the engine was turned off and the headlights were extinguished. Each man carried a small duffle bag sporting the school's logo. The men walked quietly, easily and confidently into the lobby of the building in front of which the bus had parked.

The lobby would have been stylish in the 1960s. The furniture had that avocado green, vinyl upholstered look to it that seemed to be so popular in that era. In the lobby of a college dormitory, however, the furniture looked a bit ridiculous. Still, the abhorrence of the furniture was mild compared to the awful still-life paintings and portraits hanging on each wall and lit by glaring overhead track lighting. The whole room carried with it the feeling that the person had just walked backwards in time.

At the far end of the lobby sat a desk at which a student resident assistant dozed. At hearing the approach of many footsteps, she perked up and looked around to see what was happening. She saw the large group of men approaching her desk and was at once shocked.

“Hey! You can't be in here,” the girl at the desk said, standing up. “This is a girl's dorm.”

“We know,” the first of the men said calmly as her crossed the last couple of steps to reach the girl at the desk. He reached out quickly and grabbed her by the ponytail at the top of her head. The shocked look on her face would have been comical under different circumstances. The man dragged her across the desk and pulled her to the floor. Another man quickly taped her mouth closed and tied her hands with a plastic strip. The thought to scream never even occurred to the girl, and now it was way too late. She was swiftly dragged to her feet again and carried by the man to one of the horrible couches in the lobby. The man placed her on her stomach on the couch and told one of the other men to keep an eye on her.

As the horrified and shocked girl watched, the men opened their duffles and removed from them masks to cover their faces and sleek-looking black automatic pistols onto the ends of the barrels of each was attached a silencer. The girl's eyes went even wider as she saw all the guns.

The lobby of the dormitory was located in the middle of the ground floor. Hallways depended from the lobby to the right and left that led to the rooms on the ground floor. Since this was only a three story structure and it was quite old, there were no elevators to the upper floors. In each of the halls were two stairwells, one on either end of the hall, leading to the upper two floors. Presently, the doors into the hallways were closed, as they were every night after eight and they would remain so until eight in the morning. All the doors to the outside were locked, except the front door, so anyone coming or going from the dorm had to enter or leave through the lobby. This made it easier for the night monitor to keep up with traffic in and out of the dorm, but it also served to make the job these men were here to do even easier than if the doors were all usable. There were two fire exits that would need to be watched, though. The prohibition on boys in the dorm and the curfew couldn't compromise safety, after all. All dorms were required to conform to local fire codes.

The mercenaries for the Collectors Estate, under the direction of the man that had quickly dealt with the girl at the desk, were dispatched swiftly and efficiently into the dorm. Three men stayed in the lobby. Two were assigned to watch the front door and the girl and one to watch the rear door leading out of the lobby. One man was assigned to watch each outside door, even the locked ones just to be safe, and one man was stationed at each stairwell door on each floor. That left about seventy men to do the actual work this morning.

Quietly and efficiently, the men entered each hallway in the dorm. Two doors at a time were opened with highly-effective lock picking devices. Before the girls in each room could even wake, men were on top of them in their beds, taping their mouths closed and tying their hands behind their backs. The dorm was almost completely full. That meant two girls to almost every room, twenty rooms to a hall, six halls, for a total of almost 240 girls. This would be another excellent haul, and would nearly fill the Collectors' quota. Of course, any X-classes wouldn't count toward the final total, but the number would still be good.

In barely twenty minutes, 120 rooms had been opened and entered and the inhabitants of each removed, bound and gagged, into the hallways of the dorm. The girls, still in their night clothes or less, were all herded at gunpoint into single-file lines in each hallway. When all the girls were finally secure, one man radioed an all clear signal.

In the parking lot, the back door of the black town car opened and out stepped a man in a black suit. He was not wearing his expensive sunglasses yet today, as the sun had not yet risen. He was carrying a stainless steel coffee mug full of strong, black coffee, though. The man in black was not much of a morning individual, but he did not let his personal preferences interfere with his business. If his employers demanded that he worked at four in the morning, then he worked at four in the morning without complaint.

The man in black entered the dormitory lobby; his face was emotionless, passionless, but in its calmness, it was very, very scary. He made a motion to one of the men guarding the lobby and the man immediately opened the nearest door and indicated for the first group of girls to be brought into the lobby. As the first line of forty girls was being herded into the lobby, the man in black looked at the girl that had been restrained on the couch. His cold eyes regarded her with the barest hint of humanity. She was an object to him, a prize. Nothing more than that. The man in black turned from the girl on the couch and regarded the girls that had just been brought into the lobby. Each girl that saw him felt a chill in her stomach and somehow instinctively knew that this man was not to be tried or frustrated.

The lobby of the dorm was far to small to hold all the girls at once, so the plan was to bring the girls into the lobby one hallway at a time, strip them, inspect them and then send each line to the trucks one at a time. After the first line of girls had been moved into the lobby, half the men that had been guarding and herding them moved along the line of girls and cut the plastic binding each girl's hands. They left the gags intact, though. Any excessive shrieking from one of the girls' dorms was likely to be noticed.

“So, you are all Catholic sluts in this dorm?” the man in black asked as he walked down the line of girls. “What an interesting way to house Catholic sluts. It is almost like a convent, is it not?”

The girls said nothing. What could they say? Their mouths were still taped shut. They could only stand and watch the man curiously and with fear.

“Listen to me, Catholic sluts,” the man said in his strange accent. “I am going to give you instructions and you are going to obey them. If you do not obey them, these men will kill you.” He paused as several of the girls made strange frightened sounds from behind their makeshift gags.

“These men have removed your bonds for a reason,” the man in black said, walking the room and looking from frightened face to frightened face. “Your hands have been freed so each of you may remove all of your clothing, you will do it quickly and quietly. If you do not, you will be shot.”

There were various moans of frustration and mournful sobs from mouths held captive behind duct tape gags. However, a quick look about the room at all the men holding guns was all it took to convince the girls to obey and stay alive.

Soon, several men were lining the girls up into four straight lines of ten girls each. As each girl's ands were freed, they each began removing what clothing they were wearing. Since the girls had been taken from their rooms in their night clothes, most of them were only in pajamas. Several girls were wearing less than that, preferring to sleep in only panties or a nightshirt. In short order, all of the girls were completely naked for the inspection of the man in black.

It took the man in black almost no time at all to inspect and grade the line of forty girl. He was so accustomed to viewing female flesh, he had an instinct for it by now. In his former line of work, he had occasion to hone those skills. In an instant, he could size up a woman, or a man if necessary. He knew immediately how much they weighed, what size shoes they wore, the shape of their feet, what size bra they wore, the size of their hips, the curves of their bodies, the shape and fullness of each girl's lips, the length of their fingers, freckles, and several other characteristics that were employed in the inspection and grading process.

In what seemed like mere moments, each girl had been inspected, her bra size written on her chest, her height and weight written on the back of her right shoulder, any piercings or modifications circled in bright red marker, and a final grade written on her forehead. Not surprisingly, given the day and age, this group had a large number of piercings. It seemed that, in their desire to be unique and individual, teens had failed to notice that they were conforming in their own ways. Rebellion in predictable fashion is still conformity, and these girls seemed eager to conform to their rebellious natures. The forty girls' hands were again bound and they were herded from the lobby through the back door of the dormitory, the lock of which had been picked with ease by the man guarding it, and out to the trucks. The S and E class girls were herded like cattle up stainless steel pull-out ramps and into the cargo trailer of one truck, while the A, B, and X class girls were herded into the other truck.

As soon as the first line of girl was secured in the trucks, the second line was brought into the lobby by the men guarding them. They, too, were unbound, stripped, inspected, graded, bound again, and herded to the trucks. The process was repeated a total of six times until the dorm was empty and all the girls were naked, graded, and stowed on the trucks.

The girls housed in this dorm were of a variety of body types, height and weight. Each girl, however, apparently fell between the age range of seventeen to nineteen. This was a very good age for nubile slaves under the whip. At this age, they would be somewhat rebellious, but also immediately loyal and obedient once they were broken. Each of these girls were as unique as the next. Some of them had tanned skin, others were pale. Some girls were thin and tightly muscled while others were overweight with sagging bulges of fat. The girls in this dormitory could easily satisfy any fetish or desire based on body type. And now they all belonged to the Estate, whether they knew it or liked it or not.

“Remember what we were told, gentlemen,” the leader said, once all the girls were secured aboard the trucks. “Remove the tape this time. We don't want any more losses then necessary.”

Several men moved into each trailer and began removing the tape from the mouths of the girls. Guns pointed at their heads kept the shrieks quieted to fearful sobbing. No one wanted to die, and it was very clear that these men would kill them. Despite their hysteria, the girls knew instinctively that their lives depended on their being quiet.

The man in black had already returned to his car and the car had departed the area. Once the trailers were loaded and the trucks were on their way, the men made their way back to the school bus in which they'd arrived. They'd retrieved their bags and removed their masks before crossing into the parking lot and filing back onto the bus.

At 6:00AM, when the food services were just opening their doors, and the graduate students were stirring in preparation for another day of heavy studying, over two hundred girls sat huddled together in the backs of unmarked black semi trucks. Each wondered what was going to happen to them.

Strangely enough, it took three full days before anyone even noticed the girls were missing. Their absences from classes were noted as normal college girl activity, and since they were living on campus, even their families had no idea they were gone. Only when one girl's boyfriend reported that he hadn't seen her in three days was campus security alerted to the missing girl. When a security officer was sent to her dorm to check on her, he found the dorm to be completely empty and no girls at all present. This was not taken as odd by the officer, who was not the brightest bulb in the box, until his supervisor asked him if there were purses in the rooms. When the officer answered that the purses were still in the rooms, then the supervisor said there was big trouble.

On the afternoon of the third day, it was assessed that none of the girls from that dorm had been to class in three days, and that no one had even seen any of them in that period of time. The following morning, the state police were called in to assist with the investigation. The girls had all disappeared without a trace. By the time the state police had been called to assist in the investigation, the girls had already been processed into the Estate.

This operation had gone far more easily than the man in black had ever expected it would have gone.