The first stop for the group was the ‘dressing room’ Marie and Danielle had been taken to first when they’d arrived here. It was hard to believe it had only been the evening before… In that time, her life, her future, had been thrown upside down.
As soon as they were in, the slaver simply barked an order for the two slaves to “strip!” As the two reluctantly removed their panties and bras, he added, “The clients will want to see what they’re buying.”
Marie paused a moment, her face flushed. The man’s words helped drive home what was going to happen to her and Danielle: they were about to be examined by two women who wanted to purchase them as slaves. “To play with” the man had said. She didn’t know what all that would entail, but it seemed all too likely to be sexual in nature.
Being purchased by two other women might be better then being sold to a man, Marie prayed, but being better wasn’t the same as it being good, not by a long shot. Given the choice, she would much prefer not being sold at all, of being allowed to return to her old life as a free woman. Unfortunately for her, Danielle and all the other poor women being held here, that was not an option. And if being sold to these two women wasn’t the best outcome, she had no doubts failing to be sold was the worst outcome…
While Marie was thinking these thoughts, the slaver had gone over to the racks of costumes and selected a pair. The young woman gave a sigh of relief that they wouldn’t be exhibited stark naked after all. Much of it disappeared when she saw what they would be wearing: black dresses and killer heels, white aprons, stockings, gloves and frilly hats, altogether adding up to the two skimpiest French Maid outfits Marie had seen. She also noted, with dread, the costumes did not seem to include any sort of underwear. The low cut top and skimpy skirt would be the only things protecting her and Danielle’s modesty.
Still, any sort of covering was better then going bare. The two slaves grabbed the maid costumes and hurriedly put them on. “Get their makeup and hair done, then secure them in Show Room B.” The slaver told Maggie who nodded her head obediently. “I’ll go and check on our guests, let them know these two are almost ready for viewing.”
Maggie led Marie and Danielle over to the makeup table and quickly applied a small amount of cosmetics to each of them. She brushed their hair and tied them back before setting the maid caps on top. “Follow me.” She said, leading the two of them back out to the hallway. They wound through the warehouse-turned slaver’s base for a while. Though the maze-like nature of the containers made it difficult, Marie guessed they were near the far end of the building, opposite the area where the holding cells and training rooms for the other kidnapped women were.
They entered another room, hidden in several unmarked containers. Both slaves gasped as they stepped through. The room they stepped into would have fit in at the fanciest of hotels or resorts. The metal walls were covered over with ornate wallpaper, the floor of the containers with soft, deep carpeting Crystal light fixtures provided soft illumination all over. There was another door, opposite the one that had come in, with hardwood paneling. Of course, anywhere else, the room wouldn’t have had several pair of shackles hanging from discrete panels in the ceiling, or similar restraints affixed to the floor.
The elegance and comfort of the Show Room was in sharp contrast to the dingy, dark, horrid rooms they and the other captives had been kept in. But of course, those areas of the base were for the slaver’s captives who had no say in how they were treated. This room was for their clients and so was made as fancy and comfortable as possible. The comfort here was not for Marie of Danielle. They were as much fixtures here as the rest of the decor.
That point was driven home as Maggie led the two to the center of the room. She motioned for the two to raised their hands, so she could snap the shackles onto them. For a brief moment, Marie was tempted to resist. It was only Maggie and her fellow captive and soon-to-be-slave Danielle, and Marie knew Maggie likely wouldn’t try and stop her if she tried to run. Marie was numbly aware this could be her last chance as escape. Who knew what would happen to them once they were sold and delivered to their new lives?
But then her fears rose up again. She could get out of this room, sure, but the rest of the warehouse was still just as much as maze. She still had no idea which of the containers hid the exits. And while there were no slavers present here, she was almost sure to run into some during her escape attempt.
Desperate she might be, but Marie was under no illusions of her chances of overpowering even one of those men: cruel, hardened criminals who were experienced in their profession of kidnapping and enslaving innocent women. And once they recaptured her, she was certain they would spend a long time torturing her, making her an example to all the other women they kidnapped: a warning of what happened to girls who resisted their efforts to turn them into slaves.
“They might torture Maggie as well...” A voice in Marie’s head added. “For not trying to stop you or for helping you and Danielle.” With a long sigh, Marie raised her hands over her head. Her head hung lower, eyes looking down at her feet as she felt the other woman’s soft hands gently grab her wrists, one at a time and slid the cold metal cuffs around them, locking them in place. Danielle’s hands were quickly chained as well. Then, Maggie knelt down and shackled their feet. Marie was dismayed to find the leg irons were far enough apart, and the chains on them short enough, she was forced to spread her legs a few inches further then she would have been comfortable, wearing such a short skirt and nothing underneath.
Sensing her distress, Maggie placed a hand on Marie’s shoulder, to calm her down. “Don’t panic.” She whispered. “I know a little about these two women, overhearing the slavers talking. They’re looking for one or two slaves to keep as servants: cooking, cleaning, that sort of thing, but also as plaything. It’ll mean strict bondage, punishment and, yes, sex, but they aren’t nearly as bad as some of the people you could be sold to, believe me. They usually keep their slaves a long time and when they do get tired of them, sell them to one of their friends with similar interests, so you hopefully shouldn’t have to worry about being sold to a brothel or worse when your novelty wears off.”
Maggie had a sad expression. “I wish I could have done more for you, but try to be brave and make the best of things because you can’t change them.” She gave Marie a quick peck on the cheek. She walked away for a second, and when she returned, she had a pair of ballgags, near identical to the ones the two had worn most of the time since their arrival here. “Sorry...” She whispered, sliding the ball between Marie’s lips. The captive murmured a word of thanks back, thanking Maggie for what she’d done and what she’d tried to do. Then, after gagging Danielle as well, Maggie turned and left the room, leaving them alone.
For a few minutes, the two women hung from the shackles, waiting tensely. Both knew in a short time, they would be examined by a pair of potential buyers, with all that entailed, and that whether they measured up to their examiner’s expectations would determine their futures. Marie jumped, giving a muffled cry through her gag as the door in front of them opened. The slaver from before came in, his head turned back over his shoulder as he addressed someone in the other room:
“Here they are, ladies. I hope they meet with your approval.”
“If they’re as good as the last girl you sold us, I’m sure of it.” A woman said, stepping past him. A second woman followed after. Trembling with nervousness, Marie looked up at the two women, knowing very shortly she might belong to them.
As they’d said, the two women were a little older then Marie, in their mid-to-late 30s. The lead woman was tall and thin, with a sharp narrow face and black hair tied back in a bun. Her partner was not quite as tall, with a round face and light blonde hair cut short. Both were dressed in severely cut business suits, the blondes a light blue, the brunette’s a dark grey. With hose and shoes, Marie had to guess either outfit cost more then she made in a month, maybe more then she made in a year. The overall effect, to Marie’s mind, was of a pair of high-powered executives, terrorizing any junior employees unfortunate enough to find themselves in their office.
The effect was heightened by the way the two looked at Marie and Danielle as they entered the room, not cruel, or leering, but calculating with a shade of desire. They were looking at the captives the way Marie might look at a hot dress on a rack or a new pair of shoes, deciding if it was worth spending the money on.
The two split up, the blonde moving over to Danielle, the dark haired woman approaching Marie. The helpless captive did her best not to struggle against her shackles or try and pull away, even as the other woman reached out with one arm and ran her hand up her side and sliding underneath one breast to cup it. The brusque manner she did this told Marie her examiner felt she had every right to touch the helpless captive, to caress and feel her body. Marie’s own thoughts about it didn’t matter.
For a few seconds, the older woman playfully squeezed Marie’s breast. Her stern expression softened into a smile as she saw the redness quickly return to Marie’s cheeks at this casual groping. When the other woman reached up and tugged down the hem of her top, exposing the soft round orb and the perky pink nub of her nipple completely, Marie’s face turned bright scarlet. What happened next only made her more embarrassed. While the older woman continued to toy with her breast with one hand, playfully tugging and pinching Marie’s nipple, her other hand slipped underneath Marie’s skirt and went between her legs. Without panties on underenath, there was nothing between her exposed sex and the probing hand. Marie jumped, giving an indignant squeal. For a second, she tensed, worried her sudden outburst would anger her examiner, but to her relief, the other woman was smiling, enjoying her helpless plaything’s reaction to her attentions. She withdrew her hands, to Marie’s relief, and reached behind the captive’s head, to where her gag was buckled. The strap was loosed, allowing the rubber ball to slip out, where it was left hanging around her neck, wetting her bare chest with drool.
“What is your name, slave?” The woman asked.
“M...Marie...” The captive answered. “...Mistress!” She added a second later. This seemed to please the other woman.
“Good, you have some idea of your situation here. How long have you been here?”
“Since yesterday, Mistress.” Marie answered softly. “I was at home...I don’t know how they got in, but the drugged me. The next thing I knew, I was tied up in the back of a car. They brought me here, told me they were going to sell us.”
“I’m thinking about buying you, Slave Marie.” The other woman said. “My love and I are looking for a pair of slaves. We like playing games where we tie someone up, tease them and dominate them. Only problem is, neither of us like being the one tied up. That’s where you come in.” She smiled. “If we do take you home, you’re going to have to be obedient. Forget about trying to escape as well. If you try, we will catch you and you will be punished, do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress.” Marie said, sadly.
The other woman said. “You may call me Mistress Lilly. My partner is Mistress Amber.” She placed an affectionate hand on Marie’s head. “Don’t worry slave. We’re not completely cruel. If you please us, we’ll see to it you and your friend are happy in your new lives. You won’t have to worry about anything ever again...apart from pleasing us, of course.”
Mistress Lilly turned to her partner. “How’s she?” She asked, referring to Danielle. While Marie had been distracted with her own examination, Mistress Amber had been looking over at Danielle. Like Marie, her blouse was pulled down, exposing her breasts, her skirt hiked up. A few tears in the corners of her eyes told Marie her fellow slave’s examination had been just as thorough.
“She’ll be fun once we get her in the playroom.” Mistress Amber answered, giving Danielle’s breast another quick squeeze. “How about her?” She nodded to Marie.
“Just perfect.” Mistress Lilly replied. She turned to the door, where the slaver had been patiently waiting. “We’ll take them!”
As these words were spoken, Marie’s heart skipped a beat. She had just been sold as a slave! The relief she felt that she wouldn’t have to find out what happened to girls who failed to sell was tempered with the knowledge she and Danielle now belong to these two women and whatever they decided to do with them, Marie would have to somehow endure.
Lost in the whirl of emotion, Marie listened with half an ear as the two women, her new owners, haggled with the slaver over her and Danielle. Eventually they arrived at a price: $30,000 for both girls. Briefly, she felt a bit of pride they had been valued so high.
“As always ladies, thank you very much!” The slaver said as he escorted them out of the room. “Once we have confirmation your payment has gone through we will get these two delivered to your home straight away!”
Just before she went out of sight, Lilly - MISTRESS Lilly, Marie corrected herself - glanced over her shoulder and blew a seductive kiss towards the bound brunette; she blushed, feeling a warm tingle run through her body. Beside her, Danielle still looked distraught over her fate. Marie's own feelings were much more complicated. Some small part of her still hoped that they would be rescued, and that this would all fade into a bad dream.
But she knew that wasn't likely. This slavery ring seemed to have been operating for months now (maybe even years), and if they had ever run into trouble with escapees or the cops, they must have learned from their mistakes. No, it looked as though she and her fellow captive were going to be Lilly and Amber's slaves for an unknown length of time. The idea filled Marie's heart with a strange mix of trepidation - and hopeful curiosity...