Gigi was brought out onto the stage.  She could feel the heat from the lights create sweat on her brown skin that created ticklish beads of sweat that went down her toned body.  She was unable to wipe these away.  She had her arms bound tightly behind her at the wrists and elbows; this forced her chest farther out and made her look more appealing.  Around her ankles there was a short steel chain that forced her to take short steps.  The crowd was hard to see as the wealthy individuals sat around their tables looking at her, gauging her worth.

They could see her breasts rise and fall as she took deep breaths.  She had a small red ball gag in her mouth.  It wasn't large and her mouth didn't ache, it was made to look good on her, to make her look more desirable.  A security guard had brought her out but she didn't resist, she walked out onto the stage.  She was dressed in lingerie.  It revealed most of her body, the stockings were white and went from her feet to her mid-thighs.  Her strapless lacy red bra and thong didn't cover much.  She was directed to walk back and forth on the stage a few times before standing ontop of a platform.  She did as she was told.  The last two weeks had been horrible.  These two weeks were with Master Anna who- trained her.  She shivered at the memory, she eventually lost the will to resist her at all, she was desperate to do what Master Anna told her in order to avoid upsetting her.  Not that that was any guarantee that Master Anna wouldn't punish her just to get to the point across to Gige that she was at her complete mercy and had no say.

She wanted desperately to escape, but she knew she couldn't.  As she stood on the platform and watched the people, many men but also some women, looking at her hungrily, getting their wallets ready for her.

“Now we have a real gem.”  Gigi felt her muscles stiffen.  It was Master Anna speaking; the tall lean woman who she had quickly learned to feard; who haunted her nightmares during the few hours she was allowed to sleep.  She sheepishly looked out the corner of her eye at the pale skinned women.  She wore a red dress and spotted Gigi looking at her.  Gigi quickly looked away as Master Anna gave her a hawkish grin.  “Yes she is a gem, do trust me.  I trained her myself.”  A chuckle emerged from the crowd.  “Miss Maria Gigi Rojo, 19.  She is 5' 6'' and 128 pounds, single D cup.  Puerto Rican.  She was serving as a bank clerk when she was robbed one night.  The men who found her were wise enough to bring her to us.”  More chuckles.  “She was saving money for college before she was 'acquired' as merchandise.  And isn't she a hot piece of merchandise.”  The crowd clapped at her statement.  “Now her dreams of going to college may be over but I decided to give her a class of my own.”  Even more laughter from the crowd.

“Why don't you tell her possible buyers on her more hard to define attributes.”  One of the male hosts of the event said grinning.

“Oh of course John.”  Master Anna replied with a grin of her own.  She walked over to Gigi and ran her hands a long the luscious brown skin of her body making Gigi tremble in fear.  “Well I learned from the data we collected on her that she loved to play sports.  Soccer, track, softball.  She played them all in highschool, and it shows, look at that latin body this senorita has.”  She ran her hands down her chest and started to rub and graze her toned and sexy tummy.  “And as the robbers told me and I had to find out for myself, she is very ticklish.”  She squeezed Gigi's stomach and started to assault her midsection.  Gigi started to laugh into her gag and almost doubled over.

“Mphph-hahahamnph-ohphm-hahahph!”  Gigi giggled into her gag.  It continued for a few seconds until Master Anna stopped and slapped her belly with a smack.  Gigi winced at the stinging sensation as Master Anna pulled on her dark brown hair.

“Stand up straight.”  She demanded sternly.  Gigi did as she was told.  “Turn around.”  She demanded as she took a hold of her shoulders and forcibly moved her around.  She smacked her bottom a couple of times.  “So yes she is athletic, ticklish, look at that ass as well.  Oh and she graduated with honors so she really is the complete package if you like a little slave with some intelligence.”  Gigi was spun back around.  “Oh and while I've trained her good, and she has learned to be submissive, I feel she still has a small, and likely dimming glow in her.  Just a bit of hope and fight left hidden in her.  So if you would like to finish completely breaking her, then bid.”  She walked away smiling.

“Yes indeed.”  The host John said.  “The starting bid for this latin babe is 80,000.  You want to own her then bid.  Who will become her master.  Do I see 85,000.  90,000!”

Gigi felt her stomach turn on the inside as she finally saw herself being sold.  A piece of property to be purchased.  Her muscles tightened as the number grew and grew.  Sweat trickled down her, the lights cooked her.  She continued to take deep breaths.  Her chest rose and fell as people continued to bid for her.  Finally she was brought back to reality by John yelling.

“And she is sold for 240,000!”  Two security guards came and unlocked her legs and roughly took hold of her arms and led the scantily clad teen off the stage.  She was taken around the side as was forced to walk to a group of men.  Master Anna was with them.

“Ah Miss Rojo, I must say I will miss training you.”  She said caressing Gigi's flesh.  “You were so entertaining to break.”  She enjoyed looking at Gigi as she cast down her eyes and trembled in fear.  “You thought you were more than merchandise when I got you, but I was able to teach you much.  I am sure you understand what you are now.”  She said as she unclasped Gigi's gag.  “Which is what?”

“I am a slave, Master Anna.”  She whispered trembling.

“Good.”  She said patting Gigi's tummy.  Suddenly a man ran up and whispered to her.  Her eyes became wide and she quickly ran off with the men.  The group of men that had purchased her quickly took her and loaded her into a hidden compartment in a truck.  She was submissive but as she was locked in and the truck sped off she heard police sirens getting closer.

'No!'  She though.  'No, Im so close, please come for me!'  But she lost hope as they continued to drive and the sirens faded.  The hispanic teen cried as they continued to drive.  She heard airplanes fly above as they continued to drive.  When they finally stopped she was brought out of the compartment but still hidden from view.  The lingerie clad girl saw a plane being loaded, but before she could do anything a cloth was strongly placed over her mouth and nose.  She wanted to struggle but had learned to be submissive.  She laid there as she lost consciousness.  She woke up a couple of more times during the flight, she was secured in a small room in a private jet.  Whenever she awoke she found herself blindfolded, given some water, then chloroformed once more.



She seemed to sleep longer this time.  She lightly giggled as she felt fingers lightly tickle her belly.  She squirmed a bit a giggled.  She opened her eyes to find that she was not bound at all.  She saw the white stocks and lingerie.  Her body was laid out on a couch.  She was groggy as she awoke.  She was nervous to move but turned her head to see a man wearing a suit sitting in a chair next to the couch.  

“You can sit up if you want.”  The man said in perfect english, though with an obvious Russian accent.  Gigi sat up and placed her hands on the couch to her right and left and continued to look submissive.  The man stood up and stretched.  “It's okay, act like an actual human being.”

“My apologies master, I didn't mean to offend, I was told that we don't count as human and should obey-”

“Oh Christ senorita calm down.”

“Yes master.”

“Oh and you can stop with the master; though it is flattering.”  The Russian man said smirking.  “Let me explain.  I am Mikhail Morskov.  I hope you don't mind but I have aquired you for a task I need help with.  What is it you American's say?  You follow?”  Gigi looked at him.  His hair was a light brown and cut short.  He looked to be in his thirties, maybe in early forties, but he was looking good if that was the case.  He also seemed fairly well built and his blue eyes sparkled.  

“I believe so mast- sir.”  Gigi replied softly.

“I understand you've been through a lot.  Well your FBI got some info on those slavers.  They shut that place down, many of the slavers and buyers got out, they got tipped off a few minuets to early.  But they left behind pretty much all the girls.  But we needed a girl first.”

“So are you law enforcement?”  Gigi asked, still softly if a bit louder, and hopeful.

“Yes you could say that.  I'm one of the good guys.  I am working with a task force for Interpol, though the Kremlin has established me as one of the wealthy billionaires.  Not hard as my family is rich.”

“I thought things were, um, not good here.”  Gigi replied.

“Yes things are- uh- tense right now.”  Mikhail said chuckling to himself with a sigh.  But us crime fighters do not care about borders.  These slavers are bastards, and they have claws in many places.  Their hubs and pipelines in Russia is some of the worse.  We need to shut them down.”

“Mas- sir.  Why did you need to 'acquire' me.”  Gigi asked.  

“I need to look the part.  To have a slave to get information on the inside.”

“So I am your slave?”  Gigi asked looking up and raising an eyebrow.

“No, not really.  If you want I can have you taken to your embassy, it will take a few weeks but you'll get home, you just need to agree to not talk about what you've seen or been told.”

“And if I stay?”

“I need an actress.  Ive become a buddy of a few slavers.  We have drinks.  They see you playing the part, a beautiful exotic young lady barely clothed and acting submissive to me.  Then they'll trust me more.  They'll ignore you in discussions, you'll overhear things.  They may even want to borrow you.”  Mikhail explained.

“Borrow?”

“Miss Maria was it?”

“Everyone calls me Gigi.”  The nineteen year old girl replied.

“Gigi I will not let them take you- if you understand me.  I won't let them ravage you.  But I need to dress you in similar style as you are now.  Sorry by the way, I hope you don't mind me staring.  Our contacts in the States told me you were quiet lovely, but I couldn't help but just sit and watch you sleep.”  Mikhail said smiling.  

“Better than what any of those others buyers would of done.”  Gigi replied with just a hint of fire in her voice.  She was surprised, she felt like she was a real human again.

“Yes indeed.”  Mikhail replied.  “I could tell you what you would be going through if someone else had purchased you, but you probably don't want me to.”

“I have a fairly good idea.”  Gigi replied.  “Master Anna enjoyed tormenting me with stories of what stubborn girls got as punishment.  And what submissive girls got just to make sure they understood.”

“Indeed.”  Mikhail said again.  “When I have guests over we need to play the part.  You all dressed up, or the lack of it.  You act all submissive like, you seem to be just fine in saying master.  Ignore the wandering hands of the monsters Ill have over.  I'll keep you safe but I can't seem offended.”  He paused and sat back down in the chair.  “If of course you agree.  There's a room here for you.  And I can assure you I will take care of you and when this is done home and a nice payment will be waiting.”

Gigi was quiet for a moment before she looked back up with fire in her eyes.  “You say we're going to take down a lot of these slavers.”

“Oh yes we will.  And they'll pay dearly.”  Mikhail said pouring a glass of water.

“And we will free a lot of girls?”

“All of them.”  Mikhail said between sips of water.

Gigi sat up straight and thrust her chest out.  Mikhail did indeed enjoy the sight of her.  Gigi smiled her eyes sparkling.   “Then what is it you require.  Master.”