“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, like something from her nightmares, standing on stage in a modern day slave auction. 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 leather 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…