“Going once...going twice...and sold!” Harry said, bringing the gavel down. Beside him, the young woman whimpered into the large ballgag wedged between her teeth. She was chained to a large frame made of welded aluminum tubing, stretching her limps out spread-eagled. She was completely naked, the tattered strips of her clothes scattered across the sound stage below her feet, along with the shreds of clothing that had been worn by all the women who had gone before her. During the auctions, they had been slowly stripped of their clothing, until nothing was left to hide their modesty from the prying eyes of the audience…

Or rather, the prying eyes of the half dozen or so high definition cameras that were arranged around her, plus one pointed at Harry, the auctioneer. Some were pulled back to show her entire, struggling figure as she strained against the steel cuffs holding her to the frame. Others were zoomed in up close, providing excellent HD shots of her “assets” to those debating whether or not to bid on the slave.

“Bids locked in, waiting for confirmation of payment.” Thomas said from across the room, seated behind the computer which had been running the auction, sending the footage out across highly encrypted channels to the bidders and relaying their bids back. “And got it. Time to get this one packed away.” He grinned over at the sobbing girl as he stood, “You’re going to Hong Kong. Isn’t that exciting!” From her anguished whimpers, she certainly did not. Unfortunately for her, her opinion on the matter no longer counted, not since she’d been grabbed walking home from her night job the day before and brought here by the slavers.

The two slavers went on either side of the captive woman. Her hands and feet were unshackled from the frame, the former immediately behind twisted behind her back and locked with a pair of handcuffs. Each man grabbed hold of her by one arm and the two of them marched with her between them out of the auction stage and down a long corridor, walls, floor and ceiling of bare concrete, to another room, marked by a sign: Shipping.

Inside, open and waiting, was the box. It was made of heavy duty plastic. The inside was fitted with foam padding, an opening cut in the rough outline of a human figure. The newly sold slave struggled frantically, eyes wide with fear as she saw how she would be delivered to her new home and new owner, but the two men holding her were strong enough to keep her moving forward, towards the box.

The slavers stopped beside the box, forcing their captive down, first to her knees and then lying down, beside the box. Wide cloth straps were brought out and used to bind her. Starting at her ankles, they secured a strap every six inches or so. Her hands were uncuffed and placed at her sides, pressed tight against her body by the many straps.

The ballgag was removed. A thick rubber hood was brought out and, ignoring her frantic pleas, forced over her head. On the inside, a rubber plug replaced the gag in filling her mouth and keeping her quiet. Holes drilled through the plug let in air, through a ring on the outside of the hood. To this was screwed an air hose, connected to an air tank. The slavers turned the knob, adjusting the flow. As the frightened girl breathed in, her struggles began to weaken and slow, eventually stopping altogether as the mild sedative went to work. She remained conscious, though too weak to continue struggling, as she felt herself being lifted up, and then lowered into the thickly padded interior of the crate. More straps secured her in place, then the lid was lowered over, clamped shut.

Harry and Thomas bent over and grabbed hold of the box’s handles. Grunting with the effort, they lifted it up and carried it across the room to where a dozen or so other boxes were stacked. Thomas went and fetched the shipping label that had been printing while they were boxing up the slave of the auction. It was pasted on the front of the box, with the shipping instructions that would eventually see its current occupant delivered to the underground brothel that would be her new home for the rest of her life.