"And here is our next item for sale, Lot#17, Miss Sarah Smith!" The stage curtain parted and Pete stepped through the gap, leash in hand. Attached to the other end was a pretty looking blonde girl. Like the sixteen girls before her, she paused a second, frozen like a hare in the headlights of the oncoming car as she saw the crowd of eager onlookers. Until Pete jerked on the leash sharply, getting her moving forward again. <br />As if simply being forced to stand on stage, stark naked, was bad enough, Pete and the other slavers had thought of those bidders in the back rows, unable to get a good look at what they were bidding on. A large screen had been set up, connected to several cameras. They moved, under the control of Holly backstage, following the frightened girl's progress across the stage. One showed her scared face. Another zoomed in to focus on her bared chest, and third on her shamefully exposed sex. <br />Beside the high definition images of her most private features, the other side of the screen showed a scrolling list of as many of her features as Pete had been able to find out, during the days of planning leading up to her early morning abduction while out jogging, and in the weeks that followed before tonight and her auctioning. <br />Out in the crowd, bidders rifled through their programs, flipping through the various lots for sale until they came to the right one, lot #17, Sarah Smith. In addition to the same details as on the screen, the programs had even more glossy, high definition photo-prints, taking of Miss Smith during her time in the dungeon. They looked over them, the screen, and the trembling girl, now standing stock still at the front of the stage, a dozen spotlights pointing towards her. The bidders made up their minds. Scarely had the Gentleman Slaver raised his gavel and called out "What am I bid for this lovely slave?" then hands started to go up...<br /><br />*** &nbsp;<br /><br />"So, does she have any particular skills? Any training that might make her more useful?" <br /><br />"uhhh...I don't know..." <br /><br />"What was her occupation before today?" <br /><br />"I don't know..." &nbsp;<br /><br />"What are her physical statistics? Height, weight, age, that for sort of thing." <br /><br />"I don't know?" <br /><br />"What's her name?" <br /><br />"You know, I didn't ask..."