“That’s $25,000 going once…$25,000 going twice...SOLD! For $25,000.”

In the small cell, the young women listening to the ongoing auction whimpered into their gags, hearing the auctioneers cry. By now, they knew what was coming. Sure enough, a second later the heavy steel door of the cell opened up with a shriek of unoiled hinges. A pair of large, burly men dressed in all black stepped into the cell. They walked down the center of the cell, eyeing the chained, naked girls who sat on the stone seats that lined either side of the room. The young women shrank back, whimpering fearfully through their gags.

“This on.” One of the men said in a low, gruff voice. He pointed at a short, dark haired girl. The frightened captive shook her head, sobbing as she tried to squirm away, but her chains made escape impossible. Bending over, one of the men unlocked the shackles on her feet. His buddy grabbed her and threw the sobbing girl over his shoulder. Turning, they carried her out of the room. The door slammed shut, trapping the captives in once more.

Erica sat near the cell door. She leaned back, against the wall behind her. The bare stone was cold against her naked skin. As she shifted her weight, the chains on her hands and feet rattled, the noise echoing in the enclosed space, along with the sounds of the other girl’s chains and their scared, gag-muffled cries.

All of them were secured the same way: handcuffs trapped their arms behind their backs. Shackles were fitted to their feet. Attached to them by a short chain were heavy metal weights, to keep the captives from moving around much. A metal collar was locked around each girl’s neck, a short length of chain dangling from it. Finally, they had all been cleave gagged with a length of thick white cotton cloth.

Erica listened to the other captives gag-muffled sobs. There were, counting her, half a dozen captives. When she’d first been brought here, there had been almost two dozen young women seated in the large cell, blondes, brunettes, redheads, Asian, African. The only thing the women had in common was that they were all young and beautiful. Their reactions had been just as mixed. Some sobbed, some mumbled pleas with their captors through their gags, some were scared, others bristled with furious anger, a few just stared, wide-eyes in shock. By now, they all shared the same look of utter misery.

From somewhere nearby, muffled by the walls, Erica could heard a large crowd cheer. A second later, the auctioneer spoke up, his voice amplified. “Well, ladies and gentleman, here is our next item up for sale. A lovely young lady, aged 19. Let’s start the bidding at $5,000. Do I have $5,000?” From the sounds of the crowd, he had that much and more.

The auction had been going on for hours. This must not have been the only cell in the complex, because they had listened to the sounds for ages before the men came to collect the first girl from this group. Since then, every few minutes another helpless captive was taken away to be sold.

Erica hung her head, miserably. Earlier that day, if it was still the same day, she had no way of knowing here, the 23-year old coed had come home to the small flat she shared with three other students. The young woman had no way of knowing three men had broken into the house earlier. Two of them were waiting for her; the moment she stepped through the door, Erica was immediately seized by the intruders. They slapped a pair of handcuffs on her and gagged her with a length of cloth.

“That’s $35,000. Do I hear $40,000?” The auctioneer called out. The bidding was slowing down. The last girl, a tall, busty blonde, had been on stage forever, her price steadily rising. This girl wouldn’t sell for as much. Either way, though, their fate would be the same.

After gagging Erica, they’d dragged her into the kitchen. Her roommates were there. They had been captured when the slavers first broke in. The three coeds were seated on the floor in a row, their backs to the wall, cuffed and gagged. Sally was glaring daggers up at the men. May and Jenny were sobbing in fright. They had already been stripped naked. They could only watch, helplessly, as one of the men took a pair of scissors and cut away Erica’s clothes. Within minutes, her outfit was little more than tatters. She sobbed as the men leered at her naked body. Erica was the last one they were waiting for. The others were dragged to their feet and the four captives were dragged to the house’s small garage where the slavers’ van was waiting. Seeing it, the four broke down in sobs, realizing they were going to be kidnapped, but it was too late for them…

“$55,000 going once…$55,000 going twice!...SOLD! For $55,000.” The audience cheered as another girl was sold. Any moment now, the next girl would be chosen and brought out.

Erica didn’t know where they were driven. She only knew she and her roommates had spent hours chained up in the back of the kidnappers’ van, struggling in vain, trembling with fear at the question of what would happen to them. When the van stopped, they were unloaded into a small, enclosed garage. There was a long hallway, lined with doors. One was opened. Inside were dozens of other young women, like them, naked, gagged, in chains. The four of them were forced to sit on the stone bench and shackles and weights were chained to their feet. Then their kidnappers left them there.

Several more girls were brought in during the long wait. Then the auction began. When it was their group’s turn, May and Sally were selected straight away. A dozen other girls were picked before it was Jenny’s turn. Erica could only wait until she was chosen.

The cell door opened and the slavers returned. The man in the lead caught Erica’s eyes. He nodded. “Her turn.” Erica trembled with fear as the other man bent over, pulling out a ring of keys. With a click, the shackles on her ankles popped open and dropped away. She was pulled to her feet. The lead slaver grabbed the chain dangling from her collar. Pulled along by the pressure, Erica followed them out of the cell. It was her turn now...