“You’re joking…”

“No, that’s really my name.”

“Seriously?” Bob glanced at the booklet in his hand. “Your name is Chastity?”

“It was my mother’s idea.” Chastity explained. “My sisters and I all got names like that: Faith, Hope, Charity and…” She paused for a second. “Chastity, me.”

Bob grinned, tipping back his stetson. “Boy, talk about ironic…”

The young woman shrugged. As she did, the chains she wore jingled and rattled. She had a set of handcuffs locking her arms behind her back and a set of ankle fetters on her feet. They were joined by a longer chain which swung back and forth as the girl moved.

Apart from those, the only thing she wore was a thin collar of black leather around her neck, hung with a white tag with a large number 4 on it. The rest of her body was completely exposed to Bob’s gaze, and those of the other men crowding the large hall.

The ironically named Chastity stood against one wall of the long room, separated from the men by a rope barrier. On either side of her were a dozen or so other young women and girls with another line stood along the opposite wall. Like her, they were all naked, save for numbered collar and shackles on their wrists and ankles. About half had additionally been fitted with bitgags strapped between their teeth.

At the front of the hall was a raised stage. Girl #3, a cute Hispanic girl stood at the front beside the auctioneer who called out bids from the men who had gathered around. The rest, like Bob, circled the hall, inspecting the women and girls who would be up for auction soon enough.

With a critical eye, Bob examined the girl in front of him. Ironic situation aside, she seemed to fit the name well enough, in appearance anyway if not in truth since her capture. According to the booklet listing all the slaves for sale that day, she was 23 years old, 5’1”. Not quite as thin as most of the other girls, but she wore the extra weight well, giving her a pleasingly curvy figure with wide hips and large, round breasts. Chastity’s hair was a golden blonde, cut shoulder length in a bob with a patch of gold curls standing out prominently above the soft lips of her sex. Her pale skin was covered in a light sheen of perspiration. The electric fan tucked high in the rafter was going on high, but it could only do so much with so many bodies packed inside.

“So how’d you end up…” He waved a hand to encompass the entirety of the auction hall.

The young woman sighed, but answered. “I was on a road trip with friends for spring break. Sofia…” She inclined her head towards the girl on the auction stage. “Was driving. I was in the seat beside her and two more girls were behind us. We were in the middle of nowhere when a gang of bikers came up the road behind us. They forced us off the road and dragged us out of the car…” She trailed off for a second, but Bob could easily fill in the gap.

“They drove off again with each of us trussed up and thrown over one of the biker’s laps. We were taken back to their hideout and spent a few days there before they sold us to this group.”

After they got bored with the four girls, Bob mentally added. If Chastity had ever lived up to her name, she certainly didn’t now…

He was about to ask her another question, but at that moment, the current auction came to a close with a loud cry of “Sold!” from the auctioneer. As Sofia was hustled off by her new owner, one of the men running the auction came over and grabbed Chastity by the arm. Glumly, she turned and was led up onto the stage.

As the auctioneer read off the young woman’s details, Bob slowly moseyed on over, smiling. At the call for opening bids, he threw up a hand.

“It’d be something if I won her.” He thought to himself. “Chastity in my brothel!”