Nicole heard doors open and shut, as their captors got out of the van. All of the girls were "mmmppphhhing" excitedly into their gags, Nicole as well. As fun as being kidnapped had been, she was eager to get out and stretch her legs a bit. They'd fallen asleep what felt like hours ago. Also, she couldn't wait to go up on stage to be sold.

The teenage girl heard the sliding door open, and a cold breeze blew into the van, eliciting gag muffled cries from the girls as they shivered. Nicole waited in inpatient anticipation as other girls were dragged out of the van.

Finally, she felt feminine hands, Polly she guessed, on her, as the volunteer slaver untied her feet, then hauled her out of the van. Rachel grunted into her own gag as Frank did the same for her. Nicole and Rachel were set down on a dirt path.

One of the slavers reached behind Nicole's head and quickly untied her blindfold. "The ground round here is a little uneven. Don't want you falling down." Polly said. Nicole mmmppphhhed in agreement. With her hands bound tied behind her back, if she fell, she'd have no way to break her fall.

Frank walked over. "Here, these are yours, right?" he said, slipping Nicole's glasses on. When the girl nodded, he turned back to the van. Nicole took the opportunity to look around. The sun had risen somewhat.

The van had been parked at one edge of a large open field, ringed on three sides by sparse forests. Besides the two slavers, three other girls stood in a small knot beside the car. Like Nicole and Rachel, they'd been fitted with collars. The female slaver, Polly held the leashes loosely in one hand.

One of them hadn't thought to make a costume and stood shivering in her pajamas. Another was dressed similarly to Nicole and Rachel in a sack dress. The third girl, more outgoing then smart, had put together a harem outfit that would have been considered immodest at a nude beach.
Nicole felt sorry for her. The poor girl was freezing, shivering as she waited for the slavers to unload the last of the girls. Luckily, Frank peeled off his jacket and draped it around the girl's shoulders, bound arms and all.   

"Just until you go on stage, miss. Let the auctioneer know whose jacket it is, he'll hold it for me." He turned back to the van and the other captives. "Hey, Polly, you take this batch up to the auction. I'll get the rest of the girls and head up in a minute."

Polly nodded. She grabbed the chain connecting Nicole and Rachel in one hand. The other held the leashes of the other three girls. "Come on, slaves." She said, tugging on the girls leashes. "There are plenty of people waiting to meet you. Watch your step."

The small procession of slaver and her bound and gagged captives walked a short distance to where the auction was taking place. A cloth screen had been set up, behind which the slaves could get ready to go on stage.

On the other side, higher than the screen, Nicole could see a raised wooden platform, on which a slave girl was already being sold by the auctioneer beside her. The roar of the crowd told Nicole she'd have a large audience for their sale.

Polly led her charges to where a large line of girls, and a few boys, were getting ready, watched over by a couple volunteer slavers. Nicole saw every manner of slave outfit, ranging from street clothes, to harem girl costumes, even one girl dressed as Princess Leigh. A few of the girl's classmates were standing in line, or getting ready. They "mmmppphhh'ed" greetings to the two newcomers. Polly unclipped the leashes from the three other girls and pushed them to the back of the line to wait their turns.

"You two being sold as a pair?" she asked Nicole and Rachel. The two girls nodded. She pushed them in line, than began stripping off her clothes, until she stood shivering in her panties and bra. From her bag, she pulled out her own slave costume, another harem girl outfit and put it on.

"Hey, Todd!" Polly said, stuffing her clothes into the bag. "You wanna help me get ready?" from the bag, she withdrew a collar, a ball gag and a pair of leather shackles. One of the other volunteer slavers ran over and eagerly gagged the woman, and locked the shackles on her wrists behind her back.

"Knock 'em dead, Polly. Of course, you know what I'll do if I win you…" He said, buckling her collar on. He gave Polly a light swat on her backside, as she got into line behind Nicole and Rachel. Polly mmmppphhhed playfully into her gag as Todd shouldered her bag and headed off around the screen to wait for his girlfriend to go on stage.

Slowly the line advanced towards a section of the screen where the cloth had been cut leaving a large flap through which the slaves where led. She listened idly to the auctioneer as he shouted out each girl's name and talents and jokingly suggested things her owner could do with his new slave girl. At least, Nicole hoped he was joking…

The two friends were about six girls from the end of the line. Two friends being sold as a pair like them went through, to the cheers of the crowd of bidders. Four girls left. A half hour later, it had dwindled to one. They watched a volunteer lead her through the flap and up onto the auction block. Another slaver came to take his place.

"You girl's ready?" he asked. Nicole nodded, butterflies in her stomach. This was it, she was about to be sold as a slave! She heard the auctioneer shout out, "Sold!" The crowd roared. The slaver grabbed hold of the two girl's chain and tugged on it, leading them through the screen. Nicole suddenly found herself in front of a mob of what had to be a hundred people, at least.

"Come on, slaves." The volunteer said, leading them to a staircase leading up to the raised platform where the auctioneer was waiting for the next items. "Watch your step…" the wood steps creaked beneath the girl's feet as they marched up it. The platform had been built recently. It still smelled of sap and sawdust.

The auctioneer smiled as he saw the two teenage girls step up awkwardly to the front of the auction block. Nicole looked down at the sea of faces looking up at her. Her face blushed red as she realized, raised up like this, they could see up the short skirt of her slave dress. She sighed into her gag. Maybe it'd make them bid more.

"Ready girls?" The auctioneer said. Rachel nodded, a second later Nicole did to. A shiver of excitement ran through her. This was it! She was about to be sold!  She heard the auctioneer suck in air and then he boomed out, "Ladies and gentlemen! Next up, we have a pair of young girls for sale!" His voice cut through the din of the crowd, even without a microphone.

"One, Rachel Morgan and her friend, Miss Nicole Green. Both aged 18, of course. They're both young, pretty…" he laughed and slapped Nicole on the butt, causing her to jump. "…and athletic too!" Nicole turned and glared at the auctioneer, face bright scarlet, but he, and the crowd, only laughed harder.        

He was clearly enjoying his job as he continued. "They'd make good house maids. Buy 'em, take 'em home and finally get that dump you call a house clean of your clean. I think you guys know who I'm talking to. Then, when they're done, take 'em out for a night on the town, eh?"

There was laughter from several people in the crowd, as the two girls blushed bright red with embarrassment, while the auctioneer gave advice as to what exactly one might do with a pair of pretty young slave girls.

"Almost makes me wish I could bid on them myself. Now…" he finished up his "sales pitch". He sucked in a breath of air before booming, "What am I bid for these two fine slave girls!?!"

"Ten dollars!" someone from the middle of the audience shouted.

'Ten dollars!?!" the auctioneer said, mockingly. "You insult these nice young ladies who volunteer to come out here, freeze their butts off, and be sold as slaves."

"Fifteen." A man on the front row shouted up at the stage.

"Oh, come on now!" the auctioneer said, slapping one hand to his forehead melodramatically. "You'll have to do better if you want to take these young ladies home."

"Twenty-five!" "Thirty!" "Thirty-five!" several bidders rang out in quick succession. "Now, that's what I'm talking about!" The auctioneer said, working the crowd into a bidding frenzy. The price rose, slowly but steadily.

When it reached $75, he untied Nicole and Rachel and had them perform their best "slave-girl dances". Nicole, her face bright red with embarrassment, managed to perform a reasonable dance, if the shouts of encouragement from the young men in the audience were anything to go by, while Rachel did an impromptu belly dance that set the crowd on fire and quickly shot the bidding into triple digits.

Finally, the bidding slowed. Soon, there were only two bidders left. A young man near the front, Nicole hoped she didn't recognize from school, and a woman near the back, Nicole couldn't see.

"$150!" The boy called out. Almost immediately, the woman countered, raising the bid to $175. Nicole saw her classmate throw up his hands up in disgust, dropping out of the bidding. After a few moments, when no one else bid, the auctioneer called out, "Going Once!... Going Twice!!... Sold!!!" Nicole slowly exhaled, unaware that she'd been holding her breath.

A volunteer slaver came up onto the stage and helped the two freshly-sold slaves down the stairs. As they were led away, behind them, the next girl was led up to be sold. "Next up for sale is one, Miss Polly O'Brian, aged twenty two…" At the bottom of the steps, the slaver paused to quickly retie the girls' hands and put their gags back on.

A short ways away from the auction block, a card table had been set up, manned by a pair of volunteer slavers. A strongbox was set on the table for the donations. One of the volunteers was talking with a woman, who wrote a check and handed it to the slaver.

The volunteer slaver girl gestured to Nicole and Rachel as they were led up. "Thank you, Mistress Jones, and here are you two slaves." He said as they shuffled around the table to stand before their new owner. The woman grabbed the short chain linking Nicole and Rachel and led her "slaves" a short distance away as the next new owner walked up to the desk to pay for his purchase.

Nicole glanced over at Rachel. Beneath her gag, the teenage girl was grinning from ear to ear. Nicole guessed her friend knew this woman from somewhere and was completely satisfied with who'd won them in the auction. Nicole decided to take that as a good omen.  

Nicole turned her attention to their new "mistress" who was examining her new purchases as well. She was in her thirties, about the same age as Rachel's mother, if she had any guess. Rather promisingly, she'd dressed for the occasion as a real mistress.

The older woman's light brown hair was pulled back into a formal bun, over which an elegant black silk hat was perched. A black velvet jacket was buttoned up to her neck against the early morning cold. Nicole, shivering in her thin slave-girl dress was rather envious of her new mistress.

Below that, she had on a black skirt that came down around her knees. Her feet were clad in a pair of fine, black leather boots that came up to her knees. Black silk gloves, stretching up her arms, meeting the sleeves of her jacket, completed the ensemble.

The only thing out of place in the whole ensemble, was a large, grey cloth tote bag, she had over one shoulder. Glancing down into the bag, Nicole saw a rubber ball gag, partially hidden beneath a coil of rope. The bag bulged, promisingly. Unless she was wrong, there were plenty of other toys in the bag, to make the two girls' stay with this woman very uncomfortable…and very enjoyable!

The woman motioned for the two slaves to turn around. As they did, she quickly untied the ropes binding their hands and their gags. She unhooked the chain connecting the two girl's collars. The leftover bondage supplies disappeared into her bag, hopefully for later. She spun the two girls around, grinning.

"Well, Slave Rachel," she said, "I hope you'll find being my slave again as enjoyable as it was last year."

Rachel stood at attention, her arms crossed behind her back, head bowed slightly out of respect for her owner. "If mistress wills it." She replied.

The woman turned to Nicole. "And this must be your friend, Miss Green. Well, Slave Nicole, do you promise to be a good slave for your mistress?"

Thinking quickly, Nicole adopted the same pose Rachel had. "umm… yes mistress!" Nicole said, easily falling into the mindset of slave girl.

"Oh! And she's a smart one too! Good! I'd hate to think I spent a hundred and seventy-five dollars on a dumb slave. Remember, while you are my slave, you will refer to me as Mistress Jones, or just mistress, or rather, you won't refer to me at all because you will be too gagged to talk most of the time. Speaking of which…"

Mistress Jones opened her bag. From within it, she withdrew a pair of ball gags, which she handed to her two slaves. The two girls took them and silently gagged themselves. Mistress Jones spun Nicole around, to check she'd buckled it tight enough. Then she did the same to Rachel. "hmmm…adequate." She muttered. Her hands disappeared into the bag again and emerged with a pair of handcuffs which went around the slave-girls hands, locking them behind their backs. A second pair of cuffs with longer chains served to hobble the slave's feet.

"There," Mistress Jones said, she pulled out a pair of leashes and clipped them onto the two girl's collars. "that's much better, don't you think?" The two younger girls groaned into their gags. "I'll take that as a yes." She said, smiling. She tugged on the leashes. "Well come on, then. No sense hanging around here any longer. You two have plenty of work to do back at my place."

Nicole, personally, would have preferred to stay and watch the auction a little longer, see if Polly's boyfriend won her, watch a couple of her classmates get sold, but she was in no position to argue, both literally and figuratively, so she could do nothing more than hurry after her mistress as best she could with her feet shackled.

They circled wide around the stage, keeping to the edge of the crowd watching and bidding on each new girl as she was led up on stage, towards the open field where everyone had parked. The three women made a small procession as they walked along, the haughty mistress in front, her two chained, gagged slaves shuffling along behind her.

They'd nearly made it to the parking lot, when Mistress Jones was stopped by someone calling out to her. "Stephanie!!!" Mrs. Morgan called out, as she appeared out of the crowd, heading the same way as them. "Jane!" Mistress Jones replied, turning back.

Rachel's mom tugged on the leash she held in one hand. Attached to the other end of the leash, a slim, bound and gagged Asian girl sheepishly appeared from out of the crowd. Nicole recognized her from school, a girl named Amy. From the look on her face, she was enjoying herself, and desperately hoping no one noticed it. Nicole made a mental note to talk to her next Monday, during lunch.

The three slaves shuffled together and exchanged "mmmppphhh's" while their respective mistress chatted amiably. Nicole guessed Mistress Jones was an old friend of Rachel's mother from college. Mrs. Morgan shared the same interests as her two older daughters, though she usually kept out of their games. It was obvious her friend shared her hobbies.

"…I wanted to come and see my daughter and her friend get sold." Mrs. Morgan said, "I'd volunteer too, but I'm too busy with work now, and I figured 'why not buy a slave while I'm here?' I'll probably put her too work cleaning up the house. Glad to see you won Rachel and Nicole. I was a bit worried when the bidding went on for so long."

"Well, it cost a fair bit of change…" Mistress Jones said, shrugging. "But it's for a good cause…"

"Well here, why don't you keep them Sunday as well?" Rachel's mother said, ignoring the girl's gag muffled protests. "I wouldn't mind getting Rachel out of my hair another day, and I'm sure Nicole's parents wouldn't mind either, if I talk to them."

"MMMPPPHHH!!!" Nicole grunted into her gag at the grinning woman. Mrs. Morgan grinned back at the younger girl. "Don't worry. Stephanie's an old friend of mine. I know you two will have a good time. Bye!" she waved as Mistress Jones turned, pulling on the girl's leashes, dragging her two slaves after her.

Mistress Jones proved to have parked at the very back of the field, as far from the auction as she could, it seemed to Nicole. The cold wind had returned, causing the two slaves to shiver. Worse, their mistress stopped periodically to chat with the other masters and mistress loading their own purchases for the ride home.       

Finally, the shivering slaves and their mistress came to Mistress Jones' car, a somewhat battered old green SUV that had seen more than a few years' service. She unlocked and opened up the trunk. Inside was a large plastic pet carrier. Mistress Jones unlocked and opened the wire cage door.

"Jane didn't tell me you two were being sold as a pair till I got here." Mistress Jones said as she glanced inside. "hmmm…guess it would be a bit too cramped in there with two slaves…Rachel, you're the senior slave, you get to ride up front this time. Slave Nicole, as the new girl, you'll be riding in the trunk."

Nicole tried to conceal her excitement as Mistress Jones helped her clamber up into the trunk. As she crawled through the small door of the pet carrier, her face blushed, knowing her panties were on full display to anyone who might be walking by.

The inside of the cage proved to be padded with some old blankets. When she was all the way inside, Mistress Jones shut the cage door and locked it. With some difficulty, Nicole managed to turn around to look out the door. Even bending over with her knees pressed against her chest, Nicole's head still pressed against the roof of her prison when she tried to look up.

"Comfy in there?" Mistress Jones asked, peering in, grinning.

"aaauuught aaadd…" Nicole grunted into her gag, nodding. Her legs were already starting to fall asleep, resting on the floor of the cage with her whole body resting on them, she kept bumping her head on the roof, and Nicole could not have been more excited.

"Have fun!" Mistress Jones called out, closing the trunk. Nicole waited, listening as Rachel was secured up front. Nicole felt a vibration run through her as Mistress Jones started the car. A second later, the cage shook as the car bumped and bounced its way down a narrow dirt road.

Fortunately, the cage must have been secured or weighted down somehow, because it didn't slid around in the trunk, though Nicole was still thrown up against the padded walls of the plastic prison whenever Mistress Jones turned or stepped on the brakes.

After a few minutes, the ride smoothed out a little as she pulled onto the highway and Nicole yawned. Though normally a morning person, the slavers had come at an early hour even for her, and now that the excitement of the auction was over, Nicole found herself dozing, nodding off periodically, only to be awoken the next time they hit a pothole or bump.                    

After what seemed to her hours, but was probably only fifteen or twenty minutes, Nicole felt the car turn off the main road, and Nicole bounced around inside the cage as they shook down another dirt road.

Tires crunched against gravel as the car came to a stop. For the second time that day, Nicole heard the voice of her captor call out, somewhat muffled but cheerfully, "We're here!"