Warning: This story features bondage and non-consensual sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 13 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Auction and Fantasy.

I clutched a cushion for comfort and sighed. The three other girls scooted in closer to me, excited looks on their faces.

We sat on soft cushions in a dimly lit living room, sleeping bags behind us, dressed in comfortable pyjamas. We were having a good old-fashioned sleepover, a throwback to the days of our youth together. All attention was on me right now.

“Okay Nina. Since you failed to complete your last three dares, this truth has to be a reeeally good one. No holding back. In great detail, describe your ultimate sexual fantasy~”

“sigh. Alright fine. But don’t judge. And this stays between us! Ok, so the scene starts backstage. I can hear the sound of a large crowd on the other side of the curtain...”

I’m shivering. I know that in just a few moments, it’ll be my turn on the stage. I’ve been dreading something like this ever since I was taken. One second I was walking home from work, the next I was being pulled into a van by masked thugs. I’ve remained tightly tied up and gagged in some form or other ever since.

The tall well-dressed man beside me grabs some loose ropes attached to my shoulders and lifts them up above me. If I wasn’t already wearing such high heels I’d probably be forced onto my tiptoes. The curtains open and I’m walked out. My ankles are tied together in rope cuffs with only a short length between them. I have to shuffle forward with quick short steps to keep up with him, forcing my hips and shoulders to do a cute wiggle as I move.

The crowd hushes when I step out onto the stage. I can see so many people all looking right at me. They’re wearing fancy clothes and disguised with animal masks.

There’s an L-shaped post on stage, like the kind you draw at the start of a game of hangman. My ropes are tied to the top so that I’m forced to stand in place.

All I’m wearing is this really tight pink see-through dress and under it just pasties over my nipples and a skimpy set of panties. My legs are tied together with rope and my arms are pulled up and crossed behind my back, tied so they’re stuck just below my shoulders. I can’t talk because they put a gag on me which has a big dick on the inside sticking into my mouth.

The auctioneer guides me into doing a 360-degree rotation on the spot, fully showing off my bound body to the crowd. He spanks my plump round ass it goes by, making me yelp and wriggle. He releases his hold on me and turns to the audience.

“As is tradition, we've saved the best for last” he announces. I should probably be flattered by this, but I’m far too terrified and humiliated.

“This blonde beauty is a rare gem. She’s a bondage virgin, or at least she was until a few days ago.” The crowd laughs. “She’s timid and easily embarrassed, and is very responsive to stimulation. Please observe.”

The auctioneer walks over to me and runs a hand through my hair. He’s gentle until he grips my ponytail and tugs it back. His other hand moves in and he starts groping me. He grabs my breasts, alternating between a gentle massage and a rough squeezing.

I’m trying best to just stay still and be quiet, to not encourage him or the crowd. But then he moves his hand down to my hips, stroking my butt and rubbing teasingly close to my crotch. His other hand at my head is moving around my face, gently gripping my chin and neck.

Now I really can’t help myself. I’m moaning non-stop and pushing myself into his hands. He smacks my ass and I jolt, giving a loud horny groan.

After a minute of this teasing, he lets go of me and steps back. I’m still writhing about, eyes half-closed, tugging against the rope lashing me to the post above. I’m feeling all tingly and soooo goddamn worked up.

“See the effect that simple physical touch has? This damsel’s potential is limitless. She’s ready to be broken in and reconditioned into whatever you wish. The ultimate submissive toy. A sex-craving slut. A permanent rope bunny. The perfect slave.”

I can tell the crowd is amped up and restless.

“So let’s start the auction. We’ll begin wi-... oh hang on.”

A woman quickly hurries onto the stage and hands the auctioneer a folded note. He reads it and announces, “We have a rare treat. A member has purchased an on-stage demonstration. Number 13, please come on up.”

A chair is dragged out onto the stage while I’m untied from my post. A male audience member wearing a fox mask walks up on stage and sits in the chair.

As I’m hobble-walked over to him, the auctioneer whispers in my ear, “I suggest you behave and give a good demonstration. Otherwise we’ll need a public punishment instead and I promise you, you will like that a whole lot less.”

I’m still digesting his words when I’m stopped in front of the sitting fox-masked man. I’m pushed to my knees in front of him, with my back to the audience. My penis-gag is removed. He starts unzipping his pants. I want to pull away but I know that’ll only make things worse from me. I have no choice. I have to do this. He grabs my head and slowly pushes it down on...

“Eeeeee!!”

I was interrupted by one of the girls shrieking in shocked horror. I had been so wrapped up in telling my ‘truth’ that I hadn’t noticed how engrossed they were. Their hyper-fixated faces were not unlike how I pictured the auction audience.

“Ahh sorry. Maybe I went too far. I can stop if-”

“Don’t. You. Dare! You better keep going Nina.”

Nodding all round. I took a shaky breath and resumed.

The fox-masked man zips back up and walks off stage, looking very satisfied. I’m still catching my breath, white liquid dripping from my lips.

The auctioneer walks over to me clapping. He has a new gag for me: a huge pink ballgag. My mouth is massively stuffed and silenced, a dribble of cum still clinging to my lower lip. He pulls the strap closed very tightly then stands me back up by the shoulder holding-ropes.

“Wasn’t she wonderful? And that’s without any training. Just a small sample of what this girl can do you for you. Let’s start the bidding. We’ll begin at two hundred thousand.”

A numbered sign lifts in the crowd.

“We have a bid. Do I have three hundred? Three hundred, thank you sir.”

Another sign rises.

“Four hundred!” “Five!” “Six!”

The numbers keep increasing. I’m dumbfounded at the idea that owning me is worth that much. But it really drives home how serious my situation is, how high profile this organisation is, and how unlikely it is that I’d ever be able to escape.

The price goes well over a million. I’m numb. The bidding comes down to a back-and-forth between two people.

“Going once, going twice.... sold! For 1.7 million to Number 4. And that is the end of tonight’s event. Thank you all for your patronage.”

The crowd applauds politely. One large man in a puffed-cheek cat mask approaches the stage. A tall cage on wheels is rolled onto the stage, with purple velvet cushions lining its floor.

While the cage is being unlocked and I’m pulled towards it, the auctioneer whispers into my ear again, “That is very bad news for you darling. We’ve all heard some real nasty rumours about what Number 4 gets up to with his harem. If they’re true, the rest of your life is going to be nothing but the most miserable and degrading bondage torment imaginable.”

We sat quietly clutching our pillows. Even in the low light I could see the blush on their faces, although I was certain none were as red as mine.

“So what happens next? Is your fantasy really to be stolen away forever to be tortured as part of some harem?”

“Eheh. Nah I wouldn’t want it to go that far. So let’s say that right after the end, the police show up and break everything up. I’m rescued just before it’s too late!”

“Phew. That’s some truth Nina. I wonder...”

“Hmm?”

It was then I noticed that there were now only two girls sitting in front of me, not three.

Suddenly two arms reached out from behind me and wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my body!

I started to panic, but then the grabber giggled.

“Who’d have thought the quietest, most mild-mannered of us would deep down be the kinkiest~”

My friend’s hold on me relaxed. The other two leapt forward and joined in, snuggling me in the middle of one big soft group-hug.

“Thank you for sharing that with us!”

“We love you!”

“Awww. I love you girls too~”

The cage rattled, shaking me out of my trance. I felt the soft touch of the purple velvet cushions surrounding me.

“Does she always zone out like that?” the man in the cat-mask asked.

“Often enough” the auctioneer replied. “I’m told she likes to fantasise about still being safe at home with her friends, playing games and telling stories. Nothing that can’t be fixed with some strict disciplining.”

I clutched a cushion for comfort as my cage was wheeled away.