Sunday, September 15, 2013

Sold Into Slavery: Auctioned

Part Two Here
Part Three Here

Stephanie stepped off the plane and was immediately surrounded by the warm tropical breezes and bright sunlight of Malsi. It was beautiful here, she had been told, but to beware. Malsi was a country that had been long influenced by a rather obscure religion that exalted women, but as possessions to be used as needed by men. As a visitor to the country she wasn't subject to their rather strange laws surrounding gender and the treatment of women, but she had been warned and well versed in how to behave in order to avoid any misunderstandings.

"Stay close, Steph. You have nothing to worry about as long as you are with me, and obey the basic rules." Her companion and sales partner Kevin were in the country to close a very lucrative deal; one that would set them up financially for a long time. It was worth the risk. Kevin had been in the country before, Stephanie had not, but been assured that if she stayed with Kevin and obeyed a few rules, she would do well.  It was worth it.

They were met by an attractive woman wearing a business suit, standing in front of a limo. Kevin introduced them.

"Steph, this is Vicki. She is owned by the Centralia Media Company here and is assigned to assist us. Vicki, this is my partner, Steph. She is owned by the Cinepole Media Company, and is assigned as my sales assistant. Please provide her all respect."

Vicki nodded cheerfully and opened the limo door for them, then entered the car as the driver and they took off.

"I have never met a woman from the outside," Vicki said as they began driving. "Is it true, that you are actually free to do as you please? I mean, you can do anything and don't belong to anyone?"

"Yes, that's true." Stephanie smiled. Vicki seemed nice.

Vicki shook her head, "It just seems strange to me. I don't know how a woman could do that. How do you appraise your value? Whom do you serve? How do you know if you are successful or not? How can you be comfortable without someone to care for you and keep you?"

"I care for myself, and keep myself, that's all." Stephanie felt Kevin's hand squeeze her leg. This was dangerous ground. He had explained that the people of Malsi would respect her status but that she was not to advocate for women's rights while she was here. She shut her mouth and said no more.

The sales meeting went well; the final presentations were given outlining changes in the contracts and benefits. When lunch time came and the business people left to go to a restaurant, Stephanie saw her first, shocking evidence of what was different in this culture. As they walked the block toward the Chinese restaurant, she caught a glimpse of something through the glass of a store front. She turned to look.

There, in the display window for all to see, was a woman. Just a girl, really, barely 20 years old. She was naked, not a bit of clothing on her. She sat on a heavy platform shaped like a pyramid, the point embedded deeply into her pussy. Heavy blocks of concrete were tied with short ropes to her ankles, keeping her legs straight down on either side of the pyramid. Her face showed clear evidence of pain as she sat on the pointed seat of torture, enduring the agony in full view of passers by. While Stephanie could not see behind the girl, it appeared that her wrists were handcuffed or tied behind her back.

"Come on, Stephanie. Don't look, don't get upset, just let's go to the restaurant." Kevin took her arm and guided her away. Stephanie was shaken, visibly.

"What was that? What was happening?" She hissed to Kevin as they walked away from the spectacle of torture.

"She is being punished. That's a Judas Cradle, and it's a common instrument of discipline here. Don't think about it, just concentrate on the sale. Think about the money." Kevin guided her into the modern restaurant where they were greeted and seated by a hostess.

Stephanie didn't eat well. She was shaken and shaking from what she had seen. The poor girl had obviously been in agony, and the image of the sharp point of the Judas Cradle digging into the soft folds of the girl's vaginal opening haunted Stephanie's mind. She maintained while eating, and their hosts were as professional as ever, but she began to see them in a different light. A scary one.

When they returned, they took a slightly different way back to the office. Once back in the conference room their hostess Vicki participated by presenting some of the new products and ventures of Centralia Media. She was slick and professional, the consummate business woman.

When everything was complete and wrapping up, the VP from Centralia, a man named Jackson, stood and thanked everyone and then turned to the visitors from Cinepole, saying "I do hope your time here has been pleasant and I am sincerely happy we are concluding these negotiations to our mutual benefit. This wraps things up from our perspective. Vicki will be available for sex now, if you would like."

Stephanie smiled and was about to make a similar statement of thanks when the last sentence sunk in. Had the executive actually just offered this woman up for sex? She stood still, smile fixed, unsure what to do. Her partner Kevin, however, knew exactly what to do.

Unzipping his pants, Kevin pulled out his rather large erection. Vicki unbuttoned her silk blouse, exposing perfect teardrop shaped breasts, and knelt in front of Kevin, taking his cock into her hands and then sliding it slowly into her mouth. Stephanie watched in shock as the female salesperson from Centralia gave her partner an expert sensual blow job.

Stephanie sat down with a thump, unable to keep her legs under her as she watched the unexpected spectacle. Kevin's cock was larger than she had ever imagined, and she could see Vicki's throat bulging as she expertly deep throated.

Looking around the room, Stephanie suddenly became aware of the men from Centralia looking at her, expectantly. With a shock, she realized that in Malsi, it might be a business tradition to trade sexual favors of the female staff after a meeting like this. She was expected to put out.

Jackson, the VP slid over to her and spoke. "I realize you are not part of this culture, and we do wish to respect your ways. However, as you can see we have offered our woman as service to your company. Would your company return the compliment? You are.... a beautiful woman...."

Stephanie opened her mouth but no sound came out. Mr. Jackson seemed to take this as an invitation and unzipped. A massive cock fell out of his pants. The VP took Stephanie's head and shoved his cock between her lips. He tasted vaguely of biscuits and sweat, a sort of musky taste. His cock was quite hard and distended her lips and jaw, it was so large. Stephanie made to protest, raising her hands and gripping the hips of the tall man before her. This seemed to encourage him further, and his cock rammed home, pushing down her throat until it hit her vocal chords.

She couldn't breathe. She choked, her mouth and tongue wriggling around as she tried to get free, tried to catch a breath, tried to stop from vomiting. The man had her hair and was pressing him deep inside of her, and just when she thought she would faint, he slid most of the way out. She gasped, sucking in air.

He shoved in again. A second pair of hands was undoing Stephanie's top, unhooking her bra. The tall executive continued shoving his cock in and out, deep inside her throat. While it was all she could do to keep from fainting, other hands were continuing to remove her clothes. Soon she was naked from the waist down, her breasts bobbing and wriggling.

When Jackson's cock slid out of her mouth for a moment there seemed to be a lot of slime gushing from her lips, clinging to the hardened member. She had only a moment to think about this before the cock rammed home again. It wasn't semen. It was fluid from her stomach; the choking cock was making her vomit small amounts from her stomach and this accounted for the acidic taste in her mouth and slime that appeared on his cock.

He finally ejaculated in her mouth, deep inside her throat, and she had no choice but to swallow the semen. When he finally withdrew, she collapsed back, gasping for air. Kevin was on the conference table only a couple of feet away, where he was on top of the lovely Vicki, his cock buried deep inside her pussy, pumping away. Vicki was naked, her perfect body wrapped around the Cinepole sales executive, urging him on.

Strong hands pulled the last bits of clothing from Stephanie's body. "Please, please--" she began to protest.

"I am so glad you are willing to adapt to our ways. You are a most beautiful woman," interrupted the Centralia sales executive who moved in, replacing the VP (who was zipping up with a satisfied look on his face).  The man dropped his pants; the last bit of clothing on Stephanie was her panties. He pushed them to the side, exposing the soft wet folds of her pussy, and pressed his exposed cock against her. Seconds later, he had mounted her and was pumping deep inside.

Stephanie tilted her head back and looked at the ceiling, feeling the man fucking her hard, and enjoying it. The feeling surprised her; being taken like this was hardly something that had ever happened before, but now it was happening she was moaning and grunting along with the salesman as they fucked each other. She was leaning back in the conference room chair, hips thrust out to the edge of the seat, legs thrown over the arms. She wrapped both arms around her unexpected sex partner as her orgasm built and began to spread over her hips.

Just as her cries subsided, the man on top of her grunted, thrust, and ejaculated semen deep inside of her body. Stephanie collapsed in exhaustion as the man withdrew, feeling the fading warmth of sexual ecstasy. A small bit of semen tricked from between her open legs and pooled on the leather conference room chair as Kevin moaned and grunted to an orgasm on top of Vicki.

When it was over, the men pulled their pants up, tucked in shirts, and generally made themselves presentable once again. Vicki rose from the table and slid on her panties, wiping Kevin's semen from her pussy with a Kleenex  Stephanie dressed herself slowly, wondering what had just happened and not understanding whether she should be shocked, angry, or satisfied.


Stephanie and Kevin were spending the night at a high end hotel downtown. The day's adventures had made Stephanie's head spin; she sat in the hotel restaurant and quizzed Kevin more about the culture in the city and country. She was afraid, but fascinated. She had been used like a whore earlier that day, and it had both excited and repulsed her. A need to explore these feelings welled up inside of her, pushing her to ask more.

Kevin argued against Stephanie's request to visit to the heart of the Malsi capital's unique culture of domination over women. "It's dangerous for a woman. It's the slave market, the place where women are bought and sold. Regulations are pretty tight there, and they won't be as forgiving as in the corporations that do business with the outside. It isn't safe."

"I don't care. You can take care of me, and I can follow the guidelines. I want to see," argued Stephanie. Finally, they agreed. Given certain rules, Stephanie would accompany Kevin to the market, see what the true nature of the Malsi culture entailed, and return to the hotel late that night. They had a flight out of the country at 10 AM the next day.

A taxi took the pair to a large complex of buildings just outside the city center. It was 8 PM, but very busy. Stephanie noticed that while the men in this area were dressed normally, the women were generally in some state of semi-nudity, and typically wore light chains, collars, or other symbolic instruments of restraint or ownership.

When they exited the taxi, Kevin turned to Stephanie and helped her remove her top as they had agreed before. When she was naked from the waist up, he fastened a light steel collar on her, and fastened a leash to it. This act had the most fascinating impact on Stephanie. Rather than feeling angry or upset that she was being displayed as a possession, she felt excited and aroused.

Stepping back to view his sales partner Kevin saw her as a tall, lean woman, naked from the waist up, with beautiful flowing hair accentuating an amazingly beautiful face. Her breasts were not large, but firm and perfectly shaped. She appeared younger than her age, and the steel collar seemed very natural on her.

Kevin led Stephanie through large glass doors into a large building. A very large marble paved lobby, much like a convention center, was full of people milling around, chatting, reading documents, and moving between different large doors opening to various venues. Most of the people were men, though there were some women. The women were of all ages, and while most wore some sort of clothing, none were completely clothed. A few were naked except for harnesses and light slippers.

Above doors were signs identifying the activity that took place in each room. Kevin guided Stephanie down a wide hallway and she read the signs above each set of large double doors.

"12 - 18"
"Mothers, caretakers"
"Direct, Offshore"
.... and so on.

Stephanie didn't understand what all these signs meant, but could gather some of the meaning. She wondered where she would best fit if she were to be brought here for exchange or sale.

Kevin led Stephanie by her leash to a set of doors labeled "Miscellaneous Auction". A smaller poster to the side of the door contained a list of items. They stopped and read the inventory. It was a list of women that were being sold or exchanged under many different terms, and codes described items such as strength, age, race, literacy levels, special skills, and the like. Some were lots of women being sold together.

They entered the room and Stephanie was immediately overwhelmed.

The high-ceiling room was filled with several hundred men. The few women in attendance were on leashes like herself, and most were either topless or mostly naked. Subdued lighting over the main floor was overwhelmed by the bright lights shining on a stage to the right. There, elevated about three feet off the main floor was a flat display area, lit with floodlights, and empty except for a man with a microphone and a tall, thin, naked woman with her wrists bound behind her back, a chain going from a collar around her neck to a ring in the floor of the stage. She stood with her head bowed slightly, not looking at the audience.

The man on stage was using the patter of an auctioneer, asking for and receiving bids from men. The woman was beautiful and muscular. Stephanie could not help but admire her fitness, and the men bidding seemed to agree with her. Bidding was hot and heavy as the price rose quickly, then began to level out. As bidding slow
ed, and then stopped, Stephanie observed the buyer standing a few feet away, a short, mean looking man that was holding the leashes of two other naked women.

Bidding completed, and the man stepped forward, taking possession of the woman. She was unlocked from the ring in the floor and the leash was taken by the mean man who left the room with a smirk of satisfaction with his new purchases dragged along behind.

Stephanie felt a rush of mixed emotions. She was horrified that she had just seen a woman sold and dragged off. The process had treated her no differently than a car or animal, just an object. Stephanie wondered what it must be like to be sold and owned by a man. Strangely, this idea stuck with her as a set of three women chained together were led onto the stage. These women were being sold together. They huddled together, afraid of what lay before but completely unquestioning that they had no choice in whatever it might be.

"Kevin, I want to know what it's like." Stephanie whispered to her partner as they watched.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I want to know what it's like to be paraded up there and sold like an animal. I want to experience it, and maybe write about it when I get back."

Kevin looked at her in disbelief. "You mean being leashed and guided around half naked isn't enough? Well, it doesn't really matter, you aren't a slave and aren't going to be sold."

Stephanie bit her lip. "Yeah... but.... couldn't you submit me to be sold, then bid on me, and make sure you win the bid? Then you pay yourself, take ownership of me and that's that, right?"

Kevin rolled his eyes. "You are an idiot. What do you want to do that for? Besides, there are fees, I wouldn't get all my money back."

"I would pay you back. When we got home. For sure."

"You are insane, you know that? Seriously insane." Kevin was looking at her now.  Stephanie began to wonder about her own sanity. Yet, she had never wanted anything more. The desire to experience the complete submission of the slave, the humiliation, exposure, obedience, and objectification was so strong she could almost taste it. In fact, it was arousing her, sexually, a sensation that surprised and shocked her.

Kevin finally agreed to do it, after some argument. Stephanie took a deep breath, wondered just what had come over her, and followed him as they moved to the side window where potential sales were registered. She felt like she was in a dream, her world turning upside down. She was about to be sold as a slave, a piece of property, and while she fully expected to be released when Kevin purchased her, she was shaking with nervous anticipation and anxiety.


It took Kevin a half hour to do the paperwork, during which Stephanie stood behind him quietly, observing the people around her. None of the women in the room appeared the least bit upset by what was going on; they simply accepted it. Some seemed to be sad or anxious after they were sold, but there were no scenes. The men seemed very business-like, conducting financial transactions in the same way that brokers on a stock exchange might behave.

Once the paperwork was done, things changed for Stephanie, suddenly and completely. A facility guard took her by the arm and guided her through a small door in the back of the large room where the auctions were continuing. Just inside the room was a window where the guard pushed her paperwork through to a bored woman who reviewed the documents, entered some data into a computer, and then printed out a tag. The tag as attached quickly to the shiny metal ring that was already in place around Stephanie's neck.

Without speaking to her, the guard guided her down a short hallway to a small room filled with other women. Every other woman in the room was naked. Stephanie was already naked from the waist up. The guard took large shears and began cutting her skirt off her hips. The skirt was one of Stephanie's favorites and she began to protest.

"Hey, don't ruin the skirt. I will take it off, just ask," Stephanie said in an annoyed voice.

The guard stood back for a moment looking at Stephanie with shock. The other women in the room looked at her with wonder, as well. Stephanie fell silent, and then mumbled, "I just thought..."

The guard moved to the side of the room and returned with a small harness. This was slipped over Stephanie's head, and a large round rubber ball pressed into her mouth. Her vision was somewhat obscured by leather straps that came over the top of her head and split to descend on either side of her nose, in front of her eyes. The straps were pulled tight, pressing the ball gag deep into her mouth and then buckled behind her head.

Stephanie got the idea. She wasn't supposed to speak. Silent obedience was expected.

The rest of her clothes were removed and Stephanie stood naked with a head harness, ball gag, and leash attached to her tagged metal collar. The guard took the leash and lifted the end up, fastening the other end to a long metal bar that circled the room. Stephanie noticed that the rest of the women were also fastened to this bar. They could slide along the edges of the room, but only if all the women moved together.

The leashes were not long enough to allow the women to sit down and so they stood, waiting.

A door opened on the far side of the room and a guard came in; paperwork was checked and the woman at the front of the line of women tethered to the metal bar was unhooked and led out. The line of women stepped forward and then stood mostly silent. It was hot, and Stephanie began to sweat. The women were crowded into a relatively small space and their bodies touched frequently. This aroused Stephanie, a new experience for her. She had never been pressed against other naked women like this.

One by one the women were taken out of the room, the remaining women stepping forward in line, sliding their leashes along the metal bar, inching closer to the end of the line. A few women were brought in and added to the end of the line, but not as many as were leaving, so the line was shrinking. Stephanie was the only woman in the room that was wearing a gag and it humiliated her. It also stimulated the saliva flow and the size of the ball gag kept her from swallowing. She felt herself drooling, adding to her embarrassment.

At last the tall brunette in front of Stephanie was unlocked from the metal bar and taken from the room. Stephanie was at the front of the line and was next. She was shaking; being naked, paraded in front of men, examined and sold was humiliating beyond belief. She wished she had not begged to go through this experience. Feeling faint, she rocked back and forth on her feet, wishing she could sit. Suddenly she felt arms around her, lifting her up, and the choking sensation of her collar pulling on her neck. She had fainted, and the girl behind her was trying to help her stand.

Regaining her feet, Stephanie turned and looked at the woman. Her eyes were kind and worried. Stephanie tried to thank her through the gag but all that came out was an indistinguishable grunt.

"Be strong. It will only last a short time and then you will be safe with an owner." The girl whispered to her.

"Mppffphff phhmm," Stephanie replied.

After a few more minutes the door opened. A guard handler entered, unhooked Stephanie's leash from the bar and guided her out of the room. They went down a very short hall and then entered the same large room she had been in before, except from a door behind that large elevated stage area. Stephanie was shaking.

As Stephanie climbed the steps she could feel all eyes turned towards her. Bright lights shown down, making it hard to see into the relative darkness of the rest of the hall. She felt suddenly aware of her nakedness. Eyes examined every part of her as she was led out to the center of the stage; the perfect form of her breasts, the erectness of her nipples, the curve of her neck to her shoulders, the slimness of her waist leading to the flair of her hips and the dark patch of her pussy between her legs.

The auctioneer was speaking as she was led back and forth across the stage, showing herself to the audience.

".... her name is Stephanie and she is that very, very rare commodity here in Malsi, an outsider. Come to us via a special arrangement, Stephanie is 27 years old, educated with a Master's degree in Communications. She has experience with inside sales activities, can read and write at level 10. Gagged, as you can see, because she has not yet been trained, and may need some discipline. This may be viewed as a positive to some of you, I know."

Here the auctioneer stopped for a moment and looked at Stephanie, who was now standing next to him.

"Certified clean and healthy, Stephanie also has all the attributes one might wish for sexual favors, either privately or publicly offered. A solid, perky B cup, slim and muscular build, I am assured she is capable of satisfying both men and women."

Where did they get that information... thought Stephanie as she stood waiting, feeling as vulnerable as she had ever felt in her life. She was bisexual, but no one here knew that, not even Kevin. Or did he...

The chain from her neck leash was fastened to the ring on the floor and the bidding began. She had tried to cover herself with her hands at first, but felt embarrassed at how useless it was and simply let her arms fall to her sides. She blinked back tears.

"Starting the bidding at $50,000, who will open, yes, you sir, number 21. Do I hear $55,000?"

Stephanie was shocked. Bids for other women she had observed earlier had started at $5,000 or $10,000. She didn't know whether to be surprised, angered, or pleased. The bidding continued, the amount rising quickly.

"$250K, I have from number 97; do I have 275? 275 anyone? Yes, number 21, the bid is now 275 who will bid $300,000?"

Stephanie was flushing, the flesh of her face turning red which in turn spread across her neck and chest. Being bid for was scary, but the amount! Being sold like this made her incredibly aroused, and she wondered if the wetness of her pussy lips could be seen from the audience. The collar around her neck was chaffing slightly, and she was drooling uncontrollably from her gag. Saliva dribbled down her chin and onto her chest between her bare breasts.

The bidding kept going, and finally slowed when it reached $450,000. The auctioneer tried to get it higher, and was just closing the bid for $450K when number 97 made a bid for $500K.  She heard the audience talking excitedly.

"We have 500. $500,000 for the lovely educated and sexually versatile outside slave, do we have any higher? No? To you sir? Fair warning.... going once. Twice..... Sold, to number 97. $500,000."

It was done, and there was applause in the room. Stephanie had been sold for a half million dollars. She was about to faint again, but felt such relief when her leash was unfastened from the floor ring and she was led off stage. She would be reunited with Kevin. She already knew that she would be able to write this experience up and publish for a huge sum when she returned. She wondered if there were any pictures taken she might be able to get a hold of.

Descending the steps to the main floor, her eyes slowly began adjusting to the dimmer lighting. The guard handler was having someone sign some papers on a clipboard. The man was tall, taller than Kevin...

Her leash and the keys to the lock that held the leash to the collar were being handed to this man. It wasn't Kevin. It was Mr. Jackson, the VP from Centralia Media Company. He was wearing a tag on his coat, on which black numbers stated "97".

Stephanie panicked. She had been bought by the wrong person. Kevin agreed to pay for her, to buy her, and this wasn't supposed to happen. She began to protest through her gag, "Mpopppph mhhppffff. mphhspphhsphhhh!!!"

Her hands were unexpectedly pulled behind her before she realized what was happening, and handcuffs secured her wrists behind her back.

"She won't be happy about this, Mr. Jackson, though I know you are well equipped to handle it." Kevin's voice came from behind her. She spun around to see her former partner standing next to her, handing the handcuff keys to Mr. Jackson. She glared at him with amazement, surprise and horror, slowly turning to hatred and anger.

"I'm sorry Steph. I really am. But I couldn't have bought you for that amount of money, I didn't have it and couldn't bid without it. Besides," here a small smile crept across his face, "Who could turn down half a million?"

After the purchase and transaction paperwork was done, Mr. Jackson handed Kevin a certified check. "Just as discussed earlier. This will provide a strong foundation between our companies and I hope we will be profitable partners for some years to come. And of course, once she is trained you may wish to visit her again."

Stephanie slowly realized she had been duped. This had been part of a plan for some time, she didn't know how long, to seal the deal between Kevin and Mr. Jackson. She had been used as a pawn, an unspoken part of the sales agreement between the two companies. She was now stuck in Malsi, owned by this man, a slave in every sense of the word. She lunged at Kevin, though what good it would do she had no idea, with her mouth gagged and her wrists cuffed behind her, but she wasn't thinking.

Before she could reach Kevin, her left side lit up in a fiery pain worse than she had ever experienced. She jerked, her whole body convulsing and turning to avoid whatever had struck her. Legs failing her, she dropped to the floor. The pain stopped immediately, though there were echoing after effects rippling through her bare flesh. She looked up and saw that Mr. Jackson held a small stick with a tiny forked end. A cattle prod or other stunning device, she realized.

Kevin and Mr. Jackson shook hands, and Kevin left as Stephanie recovered and finally stood back up. The last she saw of him he was exiting through the double doors of the room, looking at the check in his hands, grinning.

"Please, my dear," Jackson said. "Don't do anything rash. You must realize you are now in a country that considers you owned property. There is literally nothing I can not do to you; and there is literally nowhere to run. I will make your training as easy as possible, but how easy it is will depend on you. Now, let's start by going outside to my limo."

Stephanie limped after her new owner, head hung in shame and horror, naked and with no possessions in the world, led forward by nothing but the tug on the leash that was locked to a permanently affixed slave collar around her neck.

They reached the curb where the limo was waiting and the driver (a young woman dressed all in black) opened the door for them. Stephanie was being herded toward the car and panic suddenly struck her. She turned and ran as fast and hard as she could.

Unfortunately, Stephanie's leash stopped her flight at about four feet. Her neck jerked back hard, knocking her off balance. Her body hit the concrete sidewalk hard, knocking the air out of her with an "Mpppphhhh." She lay there recovering until Mr. Jackson and the driver reached down and picked her up. She struggled weakly, but there was no problem lifting her and placing her into the trunk of the limo. The trunk lid slammed shut and she lay in the dark as the limo began moving.

Stephanie lay in the back of the car, wondering where she was being taken and what would happen to her.