Steve walked through the large doubles doors. His footsteps echoes through the chamber as the tall bald man wearing a grey business suit paced around for a moment, surveying the large, empty room. Bare walls, made of large grey stone blocks, a grey stone tile floor, raised ceiling, with metal tracks for lighting and sound…among other things.

“Yes…” Steve said to himself quietly. “We can place them there…bring the buyers in through here…” he nodded. “That should do.” He turned and called to the door. “Pete! Please start bringing the items in!” Through the door, another man called back affirmatively.

A few minutes later, another man entered the room. He was tall and burly, with a shaven head, dressed in workman’s clothes. He brought with him a young woman with long blonde hair. She was obviously unhappy about this, from the way she fought against Pete as he dragged her into the room. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have much choice: her hands were bound in front of her with metal cuffs linked by a short chain. Pete had ahold of the chain linking her shackles and was dragging her forward with it. She wore similar cuffs on her feet, joined together with a slightly longer chain that forced her to take short, hobbling steps.

“Mmmppphhh!” The blonde woman grunted, shaking her head. A leather panel gag was buckled over her mouth. The thick rubber plug built into it filled the captive woman’s mouth and muffled her complaints to scarcely more than a soft groan. Steve guessed part of her complaint was due to the gag, as well as the tight shackles holding her captive. He assumed the other part was due to her costume…or rather lack of one; the blonde woman was as naked as the day she was born. Her whole body, from her ample breasts down to her trimmed blonde bush was on full display as Pete dragged her to the center of the room.    

The woman’s name was Carrie Thomas, 29 years of age. A schoolteacher, or at least until the local school district’s funding had been cut off and she had been let go, along with a bunch of other teachers. Carrie had, for a long time, been interested in bondage. She’d frequented a number of sites catering to people with fantasies of being kidnapped, enslaved, held against her will and made to serve. That was probably how she’d come to the notice of the Group.

A few days after Carrie’s unanticipated retirement, she’d received an e-mail from a group offering her a ‘part-time job’. The terms were simple, she would be sold off by the group at an auction for their select clientele. For the next 6 months, she would be their slave, held in strict bondage. At the end of her period of service, she would receive a substantial payment, dependent on what price she fetched at the auction. Without thinking, Carrie had agreed. A chance to live out her deepest fantasy and get paid for it to boot? Only now that Carrie was having second thoughts about the prospect of being auctioned off, chained up, naked, to total strangers and she was quickly finding out that she no longer had any say in the matter…

“Place her over there, please.” Steve told Pete, pointing towards the wall. As Pete dragged the struggling woman to the designated spot, Steve pulled out a small, complex remote. He tapped a button. Up on the ceiling, a small metal box moved down the tracks, coming to a stop just over Carrie’s head. Steve pushed another button. From the box, a thin metal chain slowly descended. Fitted to the end of it was a small metal hook. Lifting the blonde woman’s hands up, Pete slid the hook through the links of her handcuffs. Steve pressed the button again and the hook was drawn up, raising Carrie’s hands up until she was standing on her toes.

As she squirmed, helplessly struggling against the chains, Pete stepped back to let Steve get a good look at the young woman.  Steve smiled. She was certainly something, especially stretched out, her body completely on display. On the other hand… Steve frowned seeing how she closed her legs, obscuring her crotch. “Pete, if you would, get a spreader bar. I want the bidders to have a good look at what Miss Thomas has to offer for the auction.” Pete nodded, walking quickly to the door.

Carrie shook her head, grunting into her gag. She shook her cuffed hands and stamped her shackled feet, rattling the chains to let him know how unhappy she was at the thought of having her sex displayed for everyone to see. Steve ignored her. What she wanted no longer mattered. She’d signed a contract giving up all her rights as a free woman…

Pete returned a moment later, carrying a long black metal bar. It was fitted with metal clips on either end of its length which was nearly three feet. Carrie resisted as best she could, kicking at Pete as he removed the chain from the cuffs on her ankles, but she couldn’t stop him from fitting the spreader bar to the first cuff. Grabbing her other ankle. Pete pulled it back, spreading Carrie’s legs wider and wider until her was able to clip it to the other end of the spreader bar. The young woman groaned through her gag as she was forced to hold the awkward position, her hands raised up over her head, legs spread wide. Her face flushed red with shame as the two men leered at her completely exposed figure.

“Nice work.” Steve told the other man. “Now hurry and bring in the other two. We don’t have much time before the bidders arrive.” Pete nodded and left the room. Carrie continued to struggle, grunting into her gag in complaint for a few more minutes, before she finally gave up and simply hung from her chains, resignedly.

The woman Pete brought out next was tall, with short brown hair. She was bound up the same as Carrie had been with cuffs on her wrists and ankles joined by chains. An identical black leather panel gag covered the lower half of her face. Her name was Hannah Smith. Mrs. Smith’s husband, had the unfortunate vice of gambling. A sin made all the more unfortunate thanks to his propensity to lose while gambling and his inability to know when to quit. The end result was a scandalously large debt which he owed to the same Group which ran these auctions. When he had proved unable to pay that money in a timely fashion, they had offered him a simple choice. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Smith had declined to have his kneecaps broken with wrenches. Instead, his young, pretty wife had found herself volunteered for tonight’s auction.

Hannah shuffled forward, guided by Pete’s steady hand holding her shackled wrists. Her eyes were wide with shock. It had only been a few hours since her husband had come home and explained what was going to happen tonight. Before she’d had much time to process this information, she’d been placed in a car with several stern looking men and brought to a small warehouse outside of town and led down a flight of stairs into what could only be described as a dungeon. The shackles and gag had been a shock, though not nearly as great a shock as being forced to strip naked. Ever since she’d been placed in the holding cell, seated with two other young ladies all naked, cuffed and gagged like her, Hannah had been in quite a daze.

Steve used the remote control again to lower another hook, which was used to secure Hannah’s arms above her head. She whimpered, fearfully as the hook was raised up, lifting her onto her toes. Steve nodded and sent Pete back to the holding cell for the third young lady up for sale tonight. She emerged a moment later, dragged into the room by the other man, the chains on her hands and feet rattling with every step.

Olivia Norton was a pretty young woman. Her long dark brown hair was tied back in a loose bun, though some of it had come free while she had been in the holding cell. For Olivia, this was her last chance, short of bankruptcy after she’d lost everything she’d invested in a startup company whose founders had run off to the Maldives with the company’s money. It took only moments for her to end up chained up alongside the other two women, displayed and ready for the auction.

Steve looked over the three, trying to put himself in the mind of the bidders that would be here later that evening. After a moment, he decided he liked the way the spreader bar looked on Claire. He sent Pete back to the dungeon for two more. Hannah and Olivia groaned into their gags, faces red with shame, as they were forced to spread their legs for the bars.

Looking over them once more, Steve nodded. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a flip phone. “Yeah, it’s Steve…” he said, holding it up to his ear. “We’re all ready down here. You can go ahead and send the bidders down whenever you want…”

A few minutes later, the five people in the room heard footsteps coming towards the door. Chained up and helpless, the three women moaned into their gags as the bidders began to file into the room…