“We’ll start things off with this lovely thing here…” The auctioneer said. “There’s $7500! Do I have $10K for the young lady? Surely this fine pair of tits are worth that much at least?" The man rapped the thin leather riding crop in his hand against the mounds in question. The girl to whom they were attached whimpered through her ballgag as her price shot up. 

A couple feet away, Charlotte watched her roommate, Linda, being auctioned off with numb terror, knowing her own turn to be sold was coming soon. Between them, the third member of their unlucky group, Hailey, had her eyes squeezed shut, as if trying to block it out. Charlotte could understand the urge. It felt unreal, standing on stage in a modern day slave auction, like something from her nightmares. The young woman would have dearly loved to believe this was all just a bad dream and that soon she would wake up, safe in bed back in the flat she shared with the other girls. 

But the pressure of the slave collar locked around her neck, the tight ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles and the strain of the awful gag strapped in her mouth were a constant reminder to Charlotte that this was no dream. The three of them were really being sold off as slaves…

***  

The day had started normally enough, with no hint of the horrors that were to come. Charlotte, Linda and Hailey were three friends sharing a small house not far from the university they all attended. It was Sunday, usually a chance for them to relax, without classes or work, and sure enough the morning passed uneventfully. Then, just as the clock in the living room was chiming 10, the peace and quiet of the day was shattered in an instant. 

“I’ll get that!” Hailey said, in response to the front doorbell ringing. 

“Might be that package I’m expecting.” Linda called as the dark-haired girl walked towards the front of the house. The other two roommates were in the living room, the blonde girl catching up on some reading for her class the next day while her auburn-haired friend browsed social media on her phone. They listened as Hailey turned the knob on the front door and opened it. Her pleasantries turned into a loud shriek, which cut off suddenly. That was all the warning the other two got. 

Linda and Charlotte had just started to rise from their seats, wondering what the hell was going on, when a trio of men rushed into the room. The intruders were alike in that they were tall, broad-shouldered men in their 30s. They were dressed in dark, almost paramilitary clothes and were armed with pistols. 

“Hands up, bitches!” The men shouted, waving the guns purposefully. Linda and Charlotte were overwhelmed by the shock and noise. Neither could believe what was happening. They couldn’t imagine any reason for this sudden home invasion: they were broke college students with nothing in the house worth stealing and none of them had family wealthy enough to make ransom a possibility. Yet the men were here, nonetheless, the guns they thrust in the coed’s faces were all too real. 

Numbly, Linda and Charlotte rose from the couch, raising their hands. One of the intruders snatched Charlotte’s phone from her hand. When she started to protest, he gave her a shove back. “You don’t need it anymore!” He barked, “Up against the wall there!” This order was accompanied by another shove in the direction of a stretch of empty wall, to one side of the couch. 

Another intruder directed Linda towards the same spot, “Turn and face the wall! Hands on your heads!” The orders came fast and sharply. Having cowed the two, the intruders wanted to keep them off balance, not giving the women any time to adjust to the situation or plan out some means of resistance or escape. 

“Please!” Linda begged, “What are you do-oww!” 

“Shut up!” One of the men growled, giving the frightened girl a light cuff with the side of his hand. “You will not speak!” The two girls glanced at each other, sharing wordless looks of terror. 

Just then, the remaining roommate appeared in the living room. Hailey stumbled through the door, propelled by a shove from a fourth intruder who ordered her to join her friends against the wall. The young woman gave a curiously garbled groan in response. As she shuffled across the room, hands behind her back, the other two girls could see she had what looked like a large, brightly colored rubber ball wedged between her teeth. Black leather straps came off either side, encircling her head, holding the gag in place. As Hailey stepped beside Charlotte and turned to face the wall, the others could see she had her wrists crossed, tight bands of rope lashing them together. 

Unsurprisingly, the next order for the other two was “Open up, girls! Wide as you can!” With a quiet whimper, Charlotte opened her mouth to be gagged. A second later, a set of gloved hands brought a large red ballgag in front of her, slipping it between her lips. “Wider!” The man growled. Charlotte groaned, stretching her jaws as wide as she could. Even so, for a moment it didn’t seem like the gag was going to fit until, all of a sudden, the rubber plug popped in between her teeth. The young woman gave a muffled moan of discomfort. The gag had only been in place a moment and her jaws were starting to ache from the strain of stretching around the awful thing. Unfortunately, as the gag straps were pulled behind her head and threaded together, it didn’t seem likely the gag would be coming off any time soon. 

Beside Charlotte, Linda gave a loud squeal as the straps of her own gag were tightened, pulling the blue rubber ball deep inside her mouth. No sooner had both girls been muzzled then the next order was given: “Cross your wrists behind your back!” Trembling with fright, both girls obeyed. As soon as she had done so, Hailey felt gloved hands grab her own, holding them in place, while another of their captors swiftly wound soft, strong rope around her wrists. They were obviously quite skilled and experienced at this sort of thing, taking no time at all to lash Charlotte's hands together. She whimpered into her gag in dismay, testing out her bonds when they had finished, finding herself rendered effectively helpless. 

“Alright, let’s get going.” The intruder who seemed to be in charge told the others. Waving his pistol he said sternly, “Okay ladies, time to go!” Muffled sobs and groans rose from the three coeds as they realized this wasn’t just a home invasion, but a kidnapping as well! Unfortunately for them, between the ropes around their wrists and the guns at their backs, they didn’t have much choice in things. Glumly, they trudged out of the living room and through the house, eventually reaching the garage. 

There, they waited a few minutes as one of the kidnappers brought their vehicle around and pulled it up the drive. It was a small, anonymous grey utility van with doors at the back. Popping them open, the kidnappers ordered their captives to climb in. The coeds shook their heads, shrinking back, but inevitably they found themselves forced in. There, the girls were sat down against one side wall, legs stretched out in front of them. Taking some more rope, the kidnappers quickly lashed the girls’ feet together at the ankles. Two of the men climbed in the back to watch the girls, while the other two got in the front. The van lurched out of the garage, pulled onto the street and drove off. 

The drive lasted several hours, most of it long stretches of highway. Any attempts on the part of the three coeds to communicate with each other or move from where they sat, brought growls of warning from the kidnappers in the back with them. Most of the time, the girls sat still, staring down at their bound feet, wondering how on Earth they had ended up like this and, more importantly, what was going to happen to them next. All sorts of ideas came to mind, each more horrible than the last, though as it would turn out, nowhere near as bad as it turned out. 

Eventually, the van pulled off the highway and, after another quarter hour of fighting city traffic, came to a stop. No sooner had the engine been shut off then the doors at the back swung open. Not bothering to untie the girls’ feet, the kidnappers in the back simply picked the coeds up, one at a time, and passed them out into the waiting arms of another one of the men. The hapless captives were thrown over their captor’s shoulders and carried off. 

The van had pulled into a small, enclosed garage. At the back was a small door which led into a dingy, dimly lit hallway. The frightened girls were carried down it, passing a number of blank, anonymous wooden doors before the lead kidnapper opened one, seemingly at random and directed his men through, carrying their squirming, sobbing burdens in. On the other side was a small room, fifteen feet square, empty, apart from worn, peeling wallpaper and slightly dingy tile floor, lit by flickering fluorescent lights. Coming to a halt, the kidnappers stood their captives with their backs against the wall opposite the door. There, they waited. 

After another ten or fifteen minutes had passed, the door opened and someone new came in. He was an older man, in his late 40s or early 50s, with dark hair going grey. Unlike the paramilitary garb the kidnappers wore, he had on a suit of dark blue-gray cloth. The man smiled, laying eyes on the three frightened coeds. “Just as I expected. They’ll do nicely.” The man remarked, directing this to the lead kidnapper, rather than the girls in front of him. “Though they are a bit overdressed for this evening’s events, don’t you think?” His grin was matched by eager smiles on the faces of the kidnappers.

Charlotte and her roommates didn’t understand what this meant, as their captors came forward and loosened the ropes binding the girls’ hands and feet. Their gags remained in place and Linda was rebuked sharply by the man untying her when, as soon as her hands had been freed, she tried to reach up and unbuckle the ballgag. 

“Alright ladies…” The lead kidnapper said, coiling up one of the lengths of rope in his hands. “Strip naked! All your clothes off, now!” This brought howls of gag-muffled indignation from the three girls, their cheeks bright red at the mere thought of exposing their young bodies to the group of men in front of them. “I’m afraid you girls don’t have a choice,” He continued, putting the rope aside and drawing his pistol again. “You’re gonna need to be naked, so the buyers can get a good look at what they’re bidding on!” 

That casual mention of “buyers” brought fresh moans of terror from the three helpless prisoners as they realized just why they had been abducted: to be auctioned off into slavery. Unfortunately for them, with four guns aimed at them, there was nothing they could do about it. Reluctantly, the girls began to strip. 

The three coeds had dressed for what they thought would be a quiet day in. Charlotte and Linda were both in grey tank tops, Hailey a t-shirt from a concert they had all attended the year before. She and Charlotte both wore shorts while Linda had on exercise pants. As slowly as they could, the three girls lifted the hems of their tops, delaying for as long as possible the moment their trembling bodies would be bared to the gazes of the men. The kidnappers watched patiently, clearly enjoying the show the girls were unwillingly putting on for them.

Soon enough, the girls could put off the awful moment no longer. Face red, Charlotte unhooked her bra and let it slide off her shoulders. Beside her, the other girls dropped their own in the piles of clothes now scattered across the floor. Panties were slowly pulled down trembling legs and the three stood naked. Red faced, they did their best to cover themselves with their hands, moaning miserably through the ballgags that were now all they wore. 

Even this last shred of modesty did not last long. As soon as they had finished stripping, the girls were ordered to turn and place their hands behind their back. The kidnappers came forward, rope in hand and bound the girls with the same quick efficiency. Once this was done, the girls were spun back round, their naked bodies now fully exposed to their captors’ leering gazes. 

 “Perfect.” The older man said, after he’d finished ogling the girls. “The buyers are gonna love you!” He turned to the head kidnapper. “Put them in Studio C. They go up for sale in…” He glanced at his watch, “About 45 minutes.” 

Charlotte and her friends sobbed and wailed as he said this, but by now things were well past the point where the girls could do anything to change what happened now. The older man turned and left the room. Meanwhile, his subordinates drew guns once more and pointed them at the three captives. 

“Okay, slaves. Nice and slow, otherwise we’ll start your auction with a good whipping!” The slaver grinned. “That would get some of the buyers excited for sure. The real sadists, ones who like to buy girls and hurt them.” He laughed, enjoying the looks of terror his words brought to the girls’ faces. “What? Don’t want to end up as some sadist’s punching bag? Then be good little girls and follow me!” 

At gun point, the girls were marched back into the hallway and around several corridors and intersections before coming to another door. This one led into a small recording studio. One corner was taken up by a wooden stage, backed by dark blue curtains. Opposite it, a booth held controls of the cameras, lights and audio equipment. As the girls were led up onto the stage, they saw the ceiling overhead had several electric winches fixed to a gantry. Dangling from them were cables ending in hooks which held several open collars. One of the men went to the control booth and hit a button. On stage, three of the cables descended with a quiet whir of electric motors. 

“Up you get!” Another of the slavers ordered, jabbing his gun into Charlotte’s side. With a muffled grunt of distress, she clambered awkwardly up onto the stage, followed by her friends. The coeds were directed to stand beside the dangling cables and, as they stood trembling, the collars were slipped around their necks and fastened shut. The captives let out a muffled cry of panic as the slaver manning the booth started winding the cables back up, but fortunately, he stopped before they went up so far as to choke them. Even so, the girls were forced to stand in place, heels off the ground, their naked bodies stretched out completely. Just to add to their misery and ensure they wouldn’t be moving from the spot, the other slavers bent and once more lashed each of the girls’ feet together at the ankles with rope. 

After that, the slavers ignored their captives for the most part, busying themselves with checking all the systems were running perfectly ahead of the auction. “Lights!” The man in the booth called out. In response, the banks of stage lights came on with a loud clack, dazzling the girls on stage with the bright glare. The head of the lights soon brought a slight sheen to their bare skin. “Sound?” 

“Come on, slaves. Give us a test read.” Another of the slavers said, stepping across the stage to the girls. Linda and Hailey squealed into their gags as the man’s hands went to their naked tits and began to playfully squeeze and grope the soft orbs. A second man appeared behind Charlotte. Before she could react, one of his hands slipped between her legs, while the other clasped one of her breasts. For a few seconds, the captives squealed and moaned in protest at this casual violation of their young bodies. 

“Okay, we’re good!” The slaver at the control booth said, raising a thumbs up. Reluctantly, the two on stage let go of the girls who slowly calmed down. “Testing the bidding system now…”Above the booth, an LED display flashed into life, just visible through the glare of the stage lights. Its fields read: ‘Lot #01, Current Bid: $10,000.’ Charlotte regarded the sign with sad resignation. That was all she and her friends were to these people: Lots, merchandise to be sold at the best price they could get for the girls. Nothing else: their lives, their friends and families, all their hopes and ambitions for the future, mattered to the slavers in the slightest. 

While she was thinking this, the slavers had finished their preparations. The door to the studio opened and the grey-haired man in the suit came in. He had something tucked in the crook of his arm and was studying a stack of notecards. 

“We go live in 5 minutes sir.” The man at the control booth said. Looking up from his cards, the older man nodded and mounted the stage. 

“Hope you ladies are ready to play your part in things.” He told the coeds, tucking the cards away in a jacket pocket and drawing the item from his arm. Seeing the long, black leather riding crop, Charlotte and the other girls gave a wail of fright, squirming helplessly in their bonds as he waved the crop scant inches from their vulnerable figures. “Yeah, just like that! The buyers will love you!” He turned to the cameras, waiting as the last minutes slowly counted down. When the slaver in the booth signalled they were going live, the auctioneer took a step forward, looking to the main camera. 

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.” He said in a smooth, practiced tone. “For our next selection, we have three lovely young ladies for sale…” He half-turned, waving the crop at Linda, Hailey and Charlotte in turn. The coeds sobbed and whimpered as they realized their present distress: trussed up, naked and gagged, was at that moment being viewed by who-knew how many people around the world. 

“As you can see, they are currently untrained…” The auctioneer continued, ignoring the captive’s distress. “As a matter of fact, they were collected by our recruiters less than 24 hours ago, and are, thus far, fresh and unspoilt.” He paused a moment, as if recalling his next line. Then he stepped beside Linda. 

“Item one is Miss Linda Truman, age 20, formerly a nursing student.” The crop in his hand rapped lightly on the tip of her left breast. As it moved down, he rattled off the girl’s measurements. The three were dismayed at how much their captors seemed to know about them. Far from being unlucky happenstance, the slavers had evidently been watching them for some time, planning their abduction and enslavement, and they had been none the wiser until it was too late and the girls found themselves in the clutches of the slavers. 

“Turn around, slave. Around!” The auctioneer rapped his crop on Linda’s flanks. With a whimper, the captive girl shuffled her bound feet as best she could, turning in place. Her cheeks burned with shame as the man’s crop directed attention to her pert, round bottom. Worse was to come. 

At a signal from the lead kidnapper, the man at the control booth hit a button, slackening Linda’s cable. At the same time, the auctioneer took the girl with his free hand and forced her to bend over, presenting her naked sex to the cameras, while his crop lightly rapped against her bottom, making her jump and yelp through the ballgag. After a long minute, the shamed girl was finally allowed to straighten up, the cable retracting to straighten her out as she was turned to face the cameras once more. 

“Item two is Miss Hailey Matthews…” The auctioneer stepped past the weeping Linda to the next girl in line. “19 years of age. Miss Matthews was studying business accounting before we found a better use for her…personal assets.”  Hailey gave a quiet sob as the man chuckled. The captive girl could only do her best to endure as her ‘assets’ were displayed to the camera, including being forced to turn and bend to present her most intimate parts to the buyers. Then it was Charlotte’s turn.  

“Item 3, Ms. Charlotte Jones, age 20, formerly a student studying English Literature…” The auctioneer said, standing beside the helpless captive. Her cheeks burned with shame as she was forced to display all her most intimate parts to the unrelenting gaze of the camera. At last, that part of the proceedings came to a close, but what was next was, in its own way, far worse. 

“And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, for the bidding!” The auctioneer rejoined Linda at the end of the line. She squirmed in the ropes binding her, but the young woman wasn’t going anywhere. “We’ll start things off with this lovely thing here…” 

In the booth, the slaver operating it hit a button and the display lit up: Lot 1 $5000. No sooner had the auctioneer asked for opening bids then the display updated as someone, somewhere in the world bid on Linda. “There’s $7500! Do I have $10K for the young lady? Surely this fine pair of tits are worth that much at least?” He called, rapping his crop against the naked mounds in question. 

Bid after bid, Linda’s price rose steadily. Whenever it seemed to flag, the auctioneer drew attention to some part of the young woman’s body with his crop, inviting the listeners to imagine what lewd things they might do with her, should they be so fortunate to purchase the terrified girl. 

Finally, after a few more bids which pushed the price to a little over $30K, no more came in. The auctioneer paused for a dramatic moment, then said, “Well, if there are no more bids…

going once… going twice… Sold! For $32,750!” Linda gave a muffled wail as it sank in that she had just been sold as a slave. The auctioneer paid no attention to her distress, though, already stepping past the sobbing slave to stand next to Hailey. 

“And now for our second item up for sale…” The display flashed and reset itself: Lot 2 $5000. “Who will bid five grand for Ms. Matthews?” Bidders there were aplenty and Hailey’s price soon rose and rose again. As with Linda, the auctioneer did all he could to encourage the buyers to bid higher and higher for the young woman. His crop snapped out, drawing attention to her naked breasts and sex, or punished her bottom, making Hailey jump and writhe in such a way to drive a flurry of new bids. 

Eventually though, the bidders would go no higher. As the last bids trailed off, the auctioneer called out, “Going once…twice…Sold!” Like Linda, Hailey broke down in sobs as her fate was sealed. All attention, however, was turned to the auction’s third and final participant. 

Charlotte had watched her two friends being auctioned off with mounting terror. Now it was her turn to be sold. Numbly, she watched the display and the figure beside “Current Bid”, shivering each time it shot up by hundreds of dollars. Each bid represented a buyer, somewhere in the world, watching her ordeal and bidding for a chance to own her. To be able to do whatever they wanted with her, inflict punishments or slake their lust upon her helpless body. The young woman could imagine her fate and pray it wouldn’t be so bad. 

Finally, despite the humiliations the auctioneer inflicted upon the girl with his hands and crop, Charlotte’s price reached its limit. Through a daze, she heard his voice say “Going once… going twice… Sold!” The last word hit her like a punch in the gut. Someone out there now owned her as a slave. 

Stepping in front of the three weeping, newly sold slaves, the auctioneer gave a short bow. “Congratulations to our three lucky buyers. Your new slaves will be delivered soon enough. For everyone else, do not worry. In just a few minutes we’ll be starting our next sale… the Peterson family were picked up two weeks ago and have responded quite well to their training since then. If you’re a fan of mother-daughter pairs, don’t miss it!” With that, the auction, or at least the three coed’s part in it, came to an end. The stage lights cut off, leaving them blinking. The auctioneer dropped his poise, stepping down off the stage. “Well, I need to get over to Studio A…” Without looking back, he pointed a thumb over his shoulder. “Get these three over to shipping.” Then he left. 

While two of the slavers continued shutting down the equipment, their leader and a second man went to the stage and its occupants. The ends of the cables were unclipped from the collars. In their place, short chain leads were attached, each held by one of the slavers. The lead kidnapper barked  “Get moving slaves!” giving the chain in his hand a sharp yank. This was echoed by the other men. Numbly, the coeds descended the stage and shuffled to the door, off to begin their new lives as slaves…