“Come on bitch, quit struggling!” Thompson told the woman over his shoulder, giving her a smack on her naked bottom for good measure. “It won’t do you any good!” Hannah sobbed into her gag as the larger man carried her towards the back door of the shop. Scarlet and Mary were right behind her, carrying the carpet which had Samantha and Ophelia wrapped up inside. Their own frightened moans could be heard coming through, faintly.
Smith was waiting outside by the van. He’d been busy, cutting off all of Amanda’s clothes. She was now totally naked, save a few scraps of cloth caught in the tight ropes binding her. Hannah whimpered as she was set down beside the other captives. Amanda and Hannah exchanged frightened grunts.
“Ta da!” Scarlet said, unrolling the carpet to reveal the two bound lovers. They were quite hot and flustered from their brief mummification. Scarlet quickly explained to the two men how the captive couple had been found and captured.
“Nice. Put them in the van. The buyers will love a cute lesbian couple.” Smith said.
“No, I was thinking Mary and I would have some fun with them first. I’ll put them in the trunk of my car.” Scarlet answered.
“Put them in the van!” Smith told her sharply.
“Fine. If you’re going to be like that.” Scarlet replied. The two female slavers lifted the squirming couple up and carried them over to join the other four captives. “But when we get to the facility, we’re going to have a talk with the boss. We had an arrangement!”
“The arrangements changed.” Smith told her. He suddenly drew his pistol. “Hands on top of your head! Now!”
“What the fuck!” Scarlet exclaimed, her eyes going wide with shock. “The hell do you think your doing?”
“When my uncle Henry finds out about this, he’ll have you killed, bastard!” Mary said, angrily. The two women glared at Smith as they reluctantly raised their hands up.
“He’ll have a hard time doing that now.” Smith replied. He gestured to Thompson who stepped forward and relieved their former partners of their pistols. “I just got a call from the boss. Seems your uncle’s been skimming money off the top for quite a while. The boss was none to happy to find that out. He’s been taken care of, now it’s time to take care of the two of you. Luckily, you two are young and hot, so it’s the auction block for you and not a shallow grave.”
“Now, get in the van and take off all your clothes.” He ordered, gesturing with the pistol for good measure.
The two former slavers exchanged frightened glances at each other. Glumly, they realized they didn’t have a choice. “Bastard.” Scarlet muttered as she slowly climbed into the van. Mary followed, having gone pale. She was trembling with fright. Having tormented dozens of poor girls over the years, they knew all too well what awaited them after being sold.
The two men whistled, appreciatively, as their former partners slowly stripped naked. “We should have bagged the two of you a long time ago.” Smith said, eyeing the two blushing young women. “You’ll make far better slaves then you did partners!” Keeping the gun pointed at them, Smith pulled out his chloro-rag and told Thompson to do the same. Taking it, Smith tossed both of them into the van.
“Now, the two of you are going to play a little game for us.” The man told Scarlet and Mary. “You are both going to chloroform each other and while you’re doing that, you’re going to play with each other’s breasts and pussies, like I know you like to do. Be sure to put on a good show for us. The one who stays conscious the longest will get a reward…” he grinned, “in that she will be gagged with a ballgag. The loser will be gagged with both of your worn panties. Understand?” Glumly, the two nodded, knowing there was no way out of this for them now.
With grim resignation, the two crawled towards each other, picking up the drugged soaked cloths. They both knew they could look forward to waking up bound and gagged, being carried off to the auction block, like the countless girls and young women they’d done the same to over the years. Scarlet pressed her rag over Mary’s face. She quickly took a deep breath before Mary did the same to her. Her free hand went to Scarlet’s right breast while Scarlet’s hand went between Mary’s legs.
For a minute, the two held their breaths, not wanting to breathe in the drugged fumes. Soon enough, though, Scarlet’s fingers started to have an effect on Mary. The young woman gasped as a wave of pleasure surged through her. With it, she sucked in a whiff of the chloroform. Realizing her mistake, she exhaled and held her breath, but the damage was already done. She started to weaken, but still managed to hold out long enough Scarlet couldn’t hold her breath in any longer and was forced to breathe in as well.
“And we have a winner!” Smith said, having watched the battle with great enjoyment, judging from his erection. “Congratulations Scarlet!” He said, taking the rag from Mary’s limp hand and pressing it back over Scarlet’s mouth and nose. She whimpered a complaint, but she was too weak from the chloroform she’d already inhaled to put up more then a token struggle. “When you wake up, all you’ll be tasting is rubber.” He whispered to her as she slid into unconsciousness.
Satisfied that both women were completely out, Thompson and Smith went to work tying them up. First, as promised, Smith picked up both of the women’s crumpled panties from the floor of the van. Both had been dabbed with the two lovers’ juiced, from when they’d been fondling their own captives not too long ago. Balling them up, he stuffed both pairs into Mary’s mouth. A panel gag went on to keep her from spitting them out.
The former slavers, now just two more soon-to-be-sold salves, were tied up, like their captives, lying against each other, chest to chest, lashed with plenty of rope. The two men enjoyed fondling the girls’ naked bodies, remembering how long they’d fantasized about doing this to their former partner.
“Well, we’d better get moving.” Smith told Thompson, yanking the last knot binding Scarlet’s ankles tight. He knew another team would come along after they were gone, to take care of the women’s cars and things. Then they would start a fire in the back of the shop. The investigators would quickly determine the place had been deliberately burned down as part of an insurance scam. If anyone would be looking for the six women, it would be in the Cayman Islands, not a slave master’s dungeon.
“Time to get these ladies to market.” Nearby, Hannah and Amanda quietly sobbed, knowing their fate was sealed. Smith turned to them. “Sorry ladies, but the location of the auction is a secret, so you’ll have to be asleep for the entire drive.” The two captives whimpered in fright as he reached for the cloth again, but with the two tightly bound and gagged there was no question that they would end up drugged to sleep once more.
After knocking out the two of them, Smith grabbed the bottle of chloroform and several cloth face masks from a box in the back of the van. He poured a few drops of chloroform on each cloth, not a full dose, but enough to keep the captives sleepy for the entire drive back to the slave market. Closing the bottle of again, he and Thompson slipped a mask over each of the captive’s faces.
Finally, a blanket was thrown over the slumbering captives to cover them up and the two slavers got into their seats. Thompson started the van and they slowly pulled out of the alleyway and onto the street…
“Going once!...Going Twice!...Sold! To the gentleman on the right for £15K!”
In the dungeon behind stage, the frightened slaves could hear the cry of the auctioneer, the cheering of the large crowd and, faintly, the sob of the newly sold girl, the rattle of her chains as she was led off stage to meet her new owner. Huddling in their cages, the other captives moaned in fright, knowing with each slave sold, sooner or late it would be their turn to be dragged out and sold.
The six shop girls, along with their two former captors, knelt in a large cage. Upon arriving at the slaver’s facility, the women had been pulled out of the van, still groggy from the chloroform and untied. Immediately, their hands were cuffed behind their backs with steel handcuffs. Ankle fetters, with two feet of chain were locked onto their ankles, limiting the women to a slow hobble. Their gags were removed and replaced with large, brightly colored ball gags. Lastly, steel collars were locked around each woman’s throat. Smith and Thompson must have told the other slavers about Samantha and Ophelia; their collars were joined by a foot of chain, linking them together. Mary and Scarlet had been similarly linked. The slavers intended to sell them as lesbian couples.
Thus secured, the eight captives were dragged to the cage and locked in. They could only watch, in growing horror, as the other cages around them were filled up with more captive women, like them naked and in chains. Then, about an hour ago, the slavers started taking girls out of the cages and leading them to the stage as the auction began.
Kneeling in the cage in front of them was a girl, probably in her late teens. Like the shop girls, her hands and feet were cuffed and a ballgag silenced her sobs, but unlike them, she was wearing a schoolgirl’s uniform. An hour earlier, the cage had been filled with a dozen girls, dressed like her; the senior class from the private girl’s academy, abducted during a school trip. One by one, the slavers had dragged the frightened students out of the cage to be brought out on stage and sold. Now, she was the last one.
As the shop girls watched, a couple slavers walked towards them. The cage across from them was unlocked and the frightened girl inside dragged out. A short chain leash was clipped to her collar. Pulling sharply on it, they led the weeping student off to be sold. Watching her go, the shop girls whimpered in fear, knowing they would be next. They listened, tensely, as the bidding for the girl rose, until the auctioneer cried “Sold!” A moment later, two more slavers came to their cage.
“Who wants to be first?” One of the men teased the women inside the cage as he unlocked it. Hannah was closest to the cage door. She shook her head, whimpering unintelligible pleas into her gag, but the leash was clipped to the front of her collar and the young woman was roughly hauled to her feet. Hannah stumbled out of the cage, dragged along by the relentless pressure at her neck. She passed by several more cages, some empty, more filled with frightened women and girls, waiting to be sold. Finally, she passed through a set of doors and onto the auction stage.
Bright spotlights shown down, lighting up Hannah as she stepped out onto the stage. For a brief moment, she was blinded by the bright light. All around her, the young woman could hear a large crowd cheering appreciatively as she stumbled forward, dragged by the chain at her neck. As her vision cleared, Hannah saw a long, narrow stage in front of her, like the runway of a fashion show, extending out into the center of the room.
All around it was a large crowd of men and even quite a few women. They were all well dressed, in evening wear and dresses. They jeered, eyeing the naked slave as she was forced to walk down to the end of the stage. Hannah looked out at time in horror. The young woman could hardly believe there were this many people ruthless enough to pay to own innocent people as sex slaves.
The auctioneer was standing at the end of the stage. Beside him was a metal post, seven or eight feet tall, with a bent crosspiece to one side. A short chain, ending in a metal hook descended from the end of the crosspiece. The bottom was secured to a round platform, half an inch above the stage.
The slaver holding Hannah’s leash led the frightened woman over to it and forced her to step onto the platform. The chain of her ankle fetters were looped around a metal hook at the base of the pole. The auctioneer, meanwhile, pulled out a smartphone and tapped it. The chain slowly descended. Grabbing it, the slaver slipped the hook underneath the chain of Hannah’s handcuffs. Another tap and the chain retracted, dragging Hannah’s hands up with it. The young woman was force to bend forward, as her arms were pulled up into a strict strappedo. Meanwhile, she was to spread her legs, as much as the fetters allowed, to keep her balance.
Just when it seemed Hannah’s body couldn’t take much more, the auctioneer taped the phone again and the chain stopped. The young woman stood, squirming uncomfortably, bent over by the chain. Hannah felt her face flush red as she realized this position forced her to thrust her naked chest out at the audience. Bent over, with her legs spread, her sex was on clear display for the eager audience. They liked what they saw, judging from the jeers and catcalls they shouted up at the stage. The captive woman didn’t think her position could get any more embarrassing, until the auctioneer pushed another button. An electric motored whirred, underneath Hannah’s feet, and the whole platform began to slowly rotate, so the crowd could see her shamefully exposed body from every angle as the auctioneer began the bidding.
“Our next item, Masters and Mistresses…” The auctioneer said, his voice amplified by a small microphone headset. He looked down at his smartphone. “…is a young lady named Hannah Braunstein, aged 22. She is untrained, having been collected only this morning from a small shop in Southampton. Bidding begins at £5,000. Do I hear 5K?”
As Hannah spun, she watched the crowd. Here and there, men, and several women, raised up paddles. The auctioneer recorded their bids. Slowly, Hannah’s price rose from £5,000 to over £10,000. It finally stalled at £12,500. As the auctioneer called out, “Going once! Going Twice! Sold!” Hannah hung her head and sobbed. She was uncuffed from the frame and led backstage. In another room, a man was writing a check for one of the slavers. He was a middle-aged man, of Arabic features. A leering grin crossed his face as he saw his new slave being led towards him.
“How lovely.” He said, reaching forward with a hand to caress one of Hannah’s naked breasts. The young woman shrank back, as far as the leash in the man’s hand allowed her. She turned her face, cheeks bright red with shame. “How modest!” Her owner said, with a laugh. “Come slave, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. From now on, your only thought in life should be how to please me. Now come, they’re bringing out the next slave now…” Hannah whimpered into her gag as he turned, tugging sharply on the leash. She had no choice but to shuffle after him…
Back in the dungeon behind the stage, the slavers came and collected Samantha and Ophelia. The two lovers exchanged looks of horror with one another as they were led out on stage together. “For our next item, we have something special.” The auctioneer told the crowd as the two captives were secured to the frame, back to back. “These two slaves are lesbian lovers, as the recruiters who found them together can testify. Masters, if you ever wanted a pair of slaves you can watch make out whenever you order them to, or Mistresses, if you want a couple fuck-toys that will know how to pleasure you, consider bidding. Let’s start at £10,000…”
The bidding for the two went quickly, with eager buyers raising as fast as the auctioneer could announce the latest bids. Soon, though, the bidding slowed. The couple’s prices petered out, just shy of £50,000 and the auctioneer pronounced them sold. When Samantha and Ophelia were brought to the pick-up room, a tall, striking woman in her mid-thirties was waiting to collect them. Her dark hair was done up in an elegant hairstyle and she had on a long, black gown with matching gloves.
“I’m sure I won’t have any cause to regret purchasing you two, am I?” Their mistress said, taking Samantha’s leash from the slaver. “No, you two are going to be perfectly obedient slaves for your mistress, aren’t you? You don’t want to find out what happens to slaves who don’t serve me well, do you?” She smiled as the two frightened girls shook their heads. “I thought so…” She turned and made her way back to the auction hall, her two new slaves shuffling after her.
They made it just as the slavers were bringing the next slave out. Over the next half hour, the rest of the girls from the shop were quickly sold off. Carrie was bought by a Japanese businessman with a thing for blondes. He had already purchased two other fair haired girls at the auction already. Amanda was next. Bidding for the redhead dragged on for several minutes, with a trio of bidders raising each other again and again, until she was sold for £45,000 to a retired CEO who kept a stable of trained pony girls.
Emma was led out, having watched all of her employees be led off and sold. She was purchased by a man who ran a secret ‘resort’ for the extremely wealthy on a private island in the Pacific and was here for a little “staff trading.” He smiled, taking her leash. “I hope you’re better at ‘customer relations’ then you were at running your business, slave.” He teased, leading her off to join her new coworkers, caged in the back her new owner’s truck.
After Emma shuffled offstage, the auctioneer waited for the next slave to be brought out. A minute passed, then another. From behind stage, there was a crash and the next moment, Mary and Scarlet was dragged out. Scarlet was fighting against the leash in her former coworker’s hand, screaming angrily through her gag. Chained behind her, Mary shuffled along, face pale, hardly able to believe the two of them were being led out on stage, like countless girls they had done the same to before.
“Before we move on to the next lot, we have a special item, ladies and gentlemen.” The auctioneer said, with a grin. “We collected these two lovely things at the same time as the other girls. As you can see…” He said, giving Scarlet a slap on her bottom, eliciting a sharp yell. “They’re a wild pair, so they need an experienced master who can take a firm hand with them.” The two former slavers moaned in despair as they were secured, side by side, to the frame and bidding began.
Bidding for them went on a long time, before they were claimed by the same woman who had bought Samantha and Carrie. She stepped forward, to examine her new purchases. Mary gave a quiet moan as her new Mistress fondled her breasts. Scarlet glared defiance at the older woman, fighting against the leash, grunting angrily into her gag. “I’ve just the thing for you, my unruly slave.” The woman said, opening her purse. She pulled out a small perfume bottle and squirted a dose of it right in Scarlet’s face, only when the former slaver breathed in, her nostrils filled with the muted scent of chloroform.
After a moment, Scarlet began to feel light headed. She no longer had the strength to resist as her new owner reached forward to caress her naked body. The older woman grinned, taking the former slavers’ leash in her hands along with the one tethering Samantha and Ophelia. “That’s much better. Now I have two lovely couples. I’ll have to see which pair is my favorite.” She told the slaves with a laugh.
“And now, Master and Mistresses…” The auctioneer called out, we have a selection of exotic beauties, brought in by our operatives in China…” The men and women who had purchased the eight women from the shop turned their attention to the sobbing girl who was being led out now. Their new slaves huddled in their chains, fearfully wondering what the future held in store for them. They knew their old lives were over now, and a new life, as slaves, awaited them…