"Alright, in you get." Peter said, giving the girl in front of him a hearty slap across her naked bottom. She jumped forward, giving a gag-muffled yelp and shuffled through the cage doors. Inside, there was a chorus of muffled moans and sobs, as the crowd of girls already inside were forced to shuffle about, making room for the newcomer. Dozens of sad female faces, lips stretched around ballgags stared through the bars at their captor as he, just barely, managed to get the cage door to close and lock once more. <br />"Hmmm..." He thought aloud to himself. "Getting a bit crowded in the number three cell..." He glanced around the rest of his dungeon, at the other cells and cages which were likewise filled with naked, shackled captives. Briefly he wondered where they'd all come from. There were the secretaries from International Marketing's Regional Office, the Tuesday night Yoga class and instructors from Kari's 24-hour gym, the cheerleading squad from Herbert Allen Tech., the two busloads of students and teachers he and Steve had hijacked from Crest Hills Ladies Academy, plus a few more women and girls he'd picked up here and there as the opportunity presented itself. <br />Normally, Peter sold his girls quicker then he caught them, but recently it seemed, they'd been coming in a bit faster then they were going out and now his dungeon was overflowing with product. <br />"Need to make some room..." He thought to himself. In two weeks he'd be holding "auditions" for the role of 'Lead Slave Girl' in his new film production and he had at least a dozen hopefuls already signed up for auditions. Where he'd put them all with the cages full though...<br />"Only one thing for it." He decided after a moments thought. "Time to hold an auction and clear out the dungeon a bit." His mind raced, quickly figuring out everything he'd need: a location, additional hands to help, security, arrangements for delivery... "Don't worry girls." He said cheerfully, rattling the bars. "You won't be here much longer. Soon you'll all be sold and delivered to your new homes..." <br /><br />"There we go..." Andy said, setting his latest captive down onto the stool in his living room. She glared up at him, chewing angrily on the cloth strap that was all that was holding back the very strong opinions she no doubt had about her captor. He grinned, oblivious in his joy. His last few attempts hadn't gone as well, the jogger had run off, the package delivery girl had just tossed the box on his doorstep without bothering to ring the bell, the woman whose house he'd broken into had had a dog... But he'd finally gotten lucky with this one, catching her walking home from work late at night, more by accident then intent, but he'd managed to get her tied up and gagged and in his car none the less, and with only one or two witnesses no less! "I mean, is 1 in 4 really that bad?" he added silently. "Slaving is really hard. You can't expect to get lucky with every girl you try and grab." <br /><div>Now their only remained one final hurdle, between him and a successful enslavement: finding someone to buy his new slave. "What about Harry? Oh right, he got sent up for twenty after last time. Robert? No, he still owes me $500 for the last girl...Dave?" He groaned, trying to think of who might be able and willing to buy a girl from him. Then he had an idea, a grin crossed his face. "I know! An auction! A slave auction! I can get a bunch of bidders together, all of them bidding on her..." he glanced at his captive who hadn't stopped glaring back at him. "This will be perfect. And besides..." he added with a grin. "How hard can this be?"</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>Part one of a new series of Pete and Andy strips, this one all about how to hold a professional...or not so professional, slave auction!<br /></div>