It was about midday when they reached the slave market. They had been driving for a couple hours without stopping, when the moving van pulled off the highway. At first, it just seemed like another stop. The truck’s doors were unlocked, Slim climbed in. But when he started unstrapping Rebecca, who was closest to the door, the captives realized they had reached their destination and whatever lay in store for them. They sobbed and moaned as the rest of the Michael’s were unstrapped and chained into a coffle once more. Blondie appeared and took Helen’s lead, jerking on it sharply with an order to “Come!” Moaning, the family shuffled down the ramp, disappearing from sight.
Denise and her friends were next. Denise’s legs shook as the straps which had been holding her up for so long were removed. A chain was swiftly locked to the front of her collar, the other end of which was soon fixed to the rear of Megan’s, who in turn was linked to Katy. When Shannon completed the coffle, Blondie returned and took up the last chain as a leash, giving it a tug. As each girl stumbled forward, the pull on their collars forced the next in line to follow, out of the back of the truck and down the ramp.
The truck had been backed up to the loading dock of a building, the ramp lowered directly inside. As they reached the bottom and saw where they had been brought to, the teens couldn’t help but stare in mute horror and amazement. The building was a large warehouse or some similar industrial building. A roof with exposed rafters and ducts, three or four stories up, enclosed a huge open space. Harsh industrial lights in wire cages bathed the place in a fluorescent glow. At the moment, it was being set up for what could only be described as a modern day slave auction.
At the far end of the warehouse floor, a stage was being assembled, with video screens and banks of speakers. In front of it, an open space had been roped off for the crowd of bidders who would soon arrive. And in front of that were cages for the stock being auctioned off that day. There were dozens of cages, arranged in rows with wide aisles between. The dimensions were about ten feet in all directions, made of thick metal bars painted a matte black.
On their arrival, about half of the cages were still empty. The rest held anywhere from a couple to more than a dozen miserable figures. There was a wide range of captives on display, both men and women, but most were in their 20s or a little younger and good looking. Some were clothed, others stripped bare like the girls, but all sported visible bonds or some sort or another and collars around their necks.
“Keep moving!” Blondie snapped, yanking the chain. Sobbing with fright, the girls shuffled after her, past the rows of cages and their glum occupants, until they came to an empty one. Blondie swung open the door and brusquely ordered the teens into the cage. When Denise had stumbled through, the older woman slammed the door shut behind her. She pulled out a padlock and slid it through the door, trapping the teens inside.
As Blondie walked away, the four shuffled about in their latest prison, peering through the bars with a horrified fascination. They were getting their first look into a new world, one they’d never imagined could have existed until they were forcibly abducted into it. More groups of slavers prowled the floor, some dressed in camo or fatigues, others in suits, still others dressed in leathers. Some were obviously on guard, making sure none of the merchandise caused trouble ahead of the auction, while others were busy bringing in more chattel, to fill the remaining cages.
The cage to the left of the teens was occupied by a half dozen dark-skinned amazonian beauties, naked apart from leather armbinders that trapped their arms behind their backs, matching collars and panel gags. Not long after the four arrived, a group of slavers escorted a coffle of bound and gagged uniformed school girls to the cage on their right.
Across the way, the next row of cages was quickly filling up. Into one went another abducted family: an Asian mother and her three daughters, all naked apart from shackles and chains. In the next went a mix of young women, their expensive club wear ragged and torn.
It was late in the evening, at least six or seven hours after they had been caged, when the buyers started to arrive. The last weeping captives had been crammed into their cages and locked in when a crowd of people started to file into the warehouse. Men and a surprising number of women, some in expensive suits or evening wear, some dressed more casually, and many in elaborate fetish wear of leather and rubber. They filed past the cages, peering intently at the wretched figures huddled within.
Denise and the other teens shrank back, recoiling from the hungry looks the buyers gave them, but trapped in the cage there was no hiding their naked bodies, laid out on display to the slavers’ customers. Worse was the knowledge that, soon enough, some of those leering figures would purchase them, free to do whatever they wanted to the helpless girls.
Fifteen minutes after the buyers arrived, the auction got underway. The voice of the slaver playing auctioneer, amplified by the sound system set up behind the stage, cut through the excited babble of the buyers and the sobs and screams of the caged captives.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Your attention please! The auction will begin shortly!”
The crowd of buyers thinned out as most of the people congregated in the open space in front of the stage, though a fair few remained, examining the caged lots. Over the top of the cages, the teens could see the top of the stage and the figures standing on it. The auctioneer was now joined by more people: a pair of burly slavers dressed in biker leathers, leading a coffle of girls dressed as cheerleaders in the colors of a state university, tape covering their mouths and securing their hands behind their backs. The captives were ordered to kneel along the back of the stage, heads bowed low in misery.
While one of the slavers kept watch over them, his partner untethered the girl at the end of the coffle and led her towards the auctioneer. As they came forwards, the screens lit up, showing a live feed from several cameras scattered around the stage, providing close ups of the girl, a pale, sandy haired beauty, as she was dragged, trembling with terror, to stand before the crowd of bidders. They roared with delight, especially when she reached the cage and those in the front rows could see, beneath her pleated skirt, she wore nothing, leaving her smooth, naked sex completely exposed to their gaze.
“Our first item of the evening…” The auctioneer said in well-worn patter, “Is this lovely thing here, captured five days ago from a bus along with the other lots behind her by our good associates with the Highwayman's brotherhood.” As he said this, the girl in question was forced to turn and pose for the crowd, her skirt and top both pulled up to expose her body to the bidders. “Let’s start the bidding at $2000.”
He barely had time to add “any takers?” before hands shot up from the bidders. The girl’s price shot up just as quickly, reaching five figures before slowing down. A couple individuals bid each other up for a few minutes before all but one dropped out, just shy of $30K.
“Sold! For $28,500!” The auctioneer cried. With little delay, the newly sold slave was led off the stage. Meanwhile, the next girl, a cute blonde, was already being dragged forward, unhappily. She struggled and fought all the way, but soon stood before the crowd, her breasts and sex exposed to their gaze, being bid on. One by one, the remaining cheerleaders were auctioned off.
No sooner had the final one, a dark haired beauty, been led off the stage then another set of slavers, dressed in sharply tailored suits and ski masks, mounted it, dragging a dozen naked young women into view; the results of a raid on a college sorority party, the auctioneer cheerfully informed the crowd as the first weeping coed was readied to be sold.
At the rate they were auctioning off slaves, it seemed like the auction would go all night, but the enthusiasm of the crowd seemed enough to carry them through to the end, no matter how long it took. When the last of the coeds was dragged away to meet her new owner, the next bunch of slavers were already coming up. Watching from their cage, the teens recognized the pair and the coffle of weeping prisoners they dragged behind them.
Blondie was at the lead, keeping a tight grip on the chain that ran to the collar locked around the neck of Mr. Henderson. Behind him shuffled his wife and their two daughters, Becky and Nancy. Slim brought up the rear. As the rest of the family knelt, the male slaver unchained the younger of the two girls from the coffle and led her forward to be sold first. Her parents and sister screamed into their gags as Nancy was forced to display herself to the crowd and the bidding began.
Alan, overcome at the sight of his little girl being auctioned off as a sex slave, tried to rise to his feet. He’d barely started, however, when Blondie wheeled on him delivering a sharp kick to his stomach that knocked the wind from him, immediately following it up with a second right into his groin. He collapsed to his knees, groaning through his gag as the audience cheered. Helpless, gasping for breath, he watched in impotent rage as Nancy was sold and taken away, then her big sister Becky was led up, and then his wife Wendy. Finally, Blondie dragged him up where, after a brisk, but brief bidding, he too was sold and dragged off the stage.
So the auction went on, hour after hour. Dozens of people were brought up on stage, bid for and sold. Soon, it was Denise and her friends’ turn. Up on stage, a pair of female slavers dressed in full leather dominatrix gear had just brought up a coffle of naked, young men bound in leather straps and muzzles, each of them “guaranteed bondage subs” according to the auctioneer, who informed the crowd that “Each contacted Mistress’ Whip and Chain online, looking for a true hardcore bondage slavery experience.” The crowd laughed and jeered as the first boy was removed from the coffle, red faced and yet unable to hide his arousal as he was led up to have his fantasy become all too true. Just then, the teen’s own kidnappers appeared in front of their cage.
“Out!” Blondie snapped, once she’d unlocked the door and swung it open. Glumly, the four girls filed out. The old woman took Shannon’s lead and marched them along. It was galling, marching off obediently to be sold into slavery, but what could they do? Besides Blondie and Slim, who brought up the rear, playfully slapping at Denise’s bottom, there were at least half a dozen other slavers in sight. There was no hope of escape for the girls. Like it or not, they were going to be sold.
The four teens trudged down the row of cages, most still filled with miserable captives waiting for their own turn on the stage. Before they reached the crowd of bidders up ahead, the coffle turned off to the right, where a door led off the main warehouse floor. Through them was a long, dimly lit hallway which circled the warehouse.
Eventually, another set of doors opened out directly behind the auction stage. A narrow rickety metal staircase led up onto it, where the rest of the unlucky male subs were still being auctioned off. Blondie briefly chatted with a slaver who stood guard by the stairs as they waited. For the teens, the minutes which stretched out into seeming hours were agony. Soon enough, they would be up there, displayed to the crowd, bid and sold, then their new lives in bondage would begin.
“Okay, you can go on up…” The other slaver told Blondie as the final boy, a trembling, brown haired, freckled young man was marched up to the auctioneer. Behind him, the girls mounted the stairs, blinking back tears as the spotlights suddenly shone down on them in full glare.
“On your knees.” Blondie ordered. The boy’s auction was still going, a number of eager women bidding for him as the teens sank down to their knees. Denise looked down at the worn, stained surface to avoid looking out at the crowd of faces peering up, hungrily at her and her friends. Idly, she wondered how many other girls like her had been in this same position, kneeling on the auction stage, waiting to be sold into a life of slavery. Up ahead, the auctioneer cried, “Sold! To the lady in green upfront!” The hapless sub went off to meet his new mistress.
Meanwhile, Slim reached down and detached Shannon’s lead from the others. “Up you get hun! See how excited everyone is to see you!” The teen sobbed as she was brought to the front of the stage. Her pale cheeks burned with shame as she turned, giving the crowd a good look at her young, naked body. When the auctioneer called for bids, hands shot up across the crowd. As with all the young women before her, Shannon’s price quickly shot up from a couple thousand into the mid-five figures. It slowed, as all but a couple of determined bidders dropped out. The teen trembled, knowing one of these men would soon own her.
At last, all but one of those hands went down and didn’t come up again. “Do I have any more bids?” After a pause, the auctioneer cried out, “Going once! Going twice! Sold to the gentleman there for $43,750!” Shannon was still processing the fact she’d just been sold when a tug on the lead pulled her to one side. Head bowed, she turned and shuffled to the side of the stage where another staircase led down. Waiting at the bottom was a small desk, where a couple of slavers were taking the information from the winning bidder, a middle aged man in a brightly colored polo and mirrored shades.
“Here you go!” Slim said, handing over Shannon’s leash. “I hope you’ll enjoy!”
“I’m sure I will!” The man said, taking it from him. He turned and started to walk off, giving the lead a tug. Helpless, Shannon shuffled after her new owner…
Back on the stage, Katy had been unchained next and stood up. She scowled, letting the lead chain go taut before she took a step towards the front of the stage. Slowly, she turned, flinching whenever she looked down and caught the eyes of the crowd, men and women eyeing her hungrily.
The teen’s present circumstances galled her. The young tomboy had always prided herself on her independence and spirited nature, yet what had that got her? Like the rest of the girls, she’d found herself kidnapped, stripped, bound and manhandled, paraded on stage before a crowd of men and, very shortly sold off, no longer a person but merely property. As she glared out, the auction reached its climax. Beside her, the auctioneer gave a loud cry of “Sold!” Katy’s chain snapped taut once more and the teen was dragged off to where her new master waited to claim her…
Megan was trembling as the slavers ordered her to her feet. The girl could hardly believe this was happening. Visions of the future she’d expected and what she could now expect danced through her mind. She would never get a chance to graduate, with honors. Never go off to college and get her degree. A career, a husband, children, none of those things would ever be hers. All she could look forward to now was a miserable existence as the property of one of the leering figures below her in the crowd.
At the front of the stage, the teen endured the humiliating slow turn, painfully aware of every eye on her or on the large screens where every inch of her shamefully exposed body was blasted up in lewd high definition. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to take her mind away from this awful place, but she couldn’t shut out the voice of the auctioneer as he called bids, the excited cheers of the crowd nor the final, awful shout of “Sold!” The jerk of the chain took Megan by surprise. She stumbled, recovering her balance as they reached the edge of the stage and she saw who had bought her.
Denise had knelt, listening in agony as, one by one, her friends were dragged off and sold. Now it was her turn. “Up slave!” Blondie commanded, tugging at the teen’s leash. Numbly, she shuffled forward, mind racing. Could there have been any other outcome to this? Any way they might have escaped their fate? Or had the slavers trap been set too carefully, the odds stacked too high against the teens? Could she have been doomed all along to come here? Destined for a life of servitude and bondage?
As she pondered her fate, the auctioneer got the bidding going. Like her friends before her, Denise’s price rose briskly but briefly, hitting 5 figures before slowing down. More and more bidders dropped out until only one remained. “Going once! Twice! Sold!” The teen felt a tug of the chain at her collar, urging her to move. Fighting back tears, she shuffled away.
Behind her, another line of girls was already kneeling, waiting their turn. The first of the new lot was brought forward and the auction continued…