This is a follow up to my #7 Kinktober prompt - Auction, as well as #9 - Chaste

The tripods had been Cindy’s suggestion. Her only suggestion, really. She wasnt gagged frequently anymore. Her mouth was free even now. But Cindy didn’t want to talk to Mistress Alexa any more than necessary. The woman who owned Cindy simply radiated power and authority. Her attention was dangerous. Cindy didn’t know how Zach could talk back to her, but he did.

Today Mistress Alexa was dressed in her usual red. But instead of the typical leather, she wore a shinier pvc version. Bright red thigh high boots, gloves that crawled up to her forearms, a tightly laced corset that seemed to do nothing to restrict her breathing. It all stood out so nicely from Alexa’s ebony skin.

Cindy instinctively flinched back when her owner entered the room. It drew a smile and a wink from the woman, which just made Cindy flinch again. She huddled over her camera, ready to focus on the image she was capturing. The twenty-something brunette could lose herself in her camerawork. Forget her ‘uniform’ of lingerie and what image she was capturing.

The woman squirming on the bondage horse seemed far away when looked at through a camera lens.

The room was a dungeon, filled with equipment to torment the items to be auctioned off. It was well lit, with bare gray walls that just made all the dark colored equipment stand out more. The main, stationary camera was near the back. Cindy’s tripod was off to the side, while another one with another kidnapped cameraperson (this one male, after the other woman had dropped a camera and been sold off as punishment) on the other side. Cindy didn’t get to talk to him much. She never saw him ungagged. Both were leashed to the wall.

“Hello bidders,” Alexa said minutes later when the red light over the central camera went on. Her smile was well practiced. Inviting, yer predatory. She stalked back and forth on the cameras, always keeping the item for sale in full view.

“Tonight’s bitch is a bit of a special treat, isn’t that right honey?” She lashed out a quick strike with a crop in he hand, drawing a yelp from the slave.

“That’s right, a real redhead. All natural, as you’ll see eventually.”

The redhead in question was dressed in fairly normal looking clothes. The kind of thing you’d expect to see a young woman wearing around a mall. Nice top, black tights underneath a pleated red plaid skirt. Her hair was short, too long to be a pixie cut, but it was the same basic idea.

The red ballgag (lots of red today), collar, and leather cuffs were all unique, but apart from that, she looked normal. Even the indignant glare she was shoving looked like an expression someone would wear in an argument, not when they were being sold off.

“Twenty-two years of age, nice D-cup breasts, the works.” She slapped the crop down again, this time on the redhead’s right boob.

That was Cindy’s first cue. She zoomed in and focused on the woman’s breasts, knowing the cleavage would soon be displayed to buyers around the world.

Alexa rattled off more details before leaving that to the graphics (Zach’s job) and getting to the ‘fun’ stuff.

“Now, one thing that became very clear very quickly is how sensitive this bitch is,” Alexa said with a devious grin as she reached out to give the slave’s nipples a hard twist. Sure enough, the woman helped out again, louder this time, her face a grimace.

“She’s defiant,” Alexa continued. “A naughty little slut. But she’s putty in the hands of anyone who knows how to work a bitch. Isn’t that right?”

Alexa spent the next hour demonstrating. Toying with the woman with the red hair. Cindy’s job was to capture as much of it in camera as possible. She got shots of the woman’s tormented body parts, of the little red marks and of her owner’s hands as they roamed the slave’s body.

Time flew. Even with the subject matter, Cindy could almost forge that she was wearing a collar herself.

“...aaaand sold, for $160,000.” Alexa announced in triumph. “Congratulations to the lucky buyer. As always, you can expect your new slave within the week.”

The redhead was now naked. She was sweating, most of the fight gone out of her as she sagged in the horse, panting.

“Gentlemen. Ladies. We will see you next time, with a new bitch for sale.”

Cindy stepped away from the camera as guards marched into the room to pull the redhead off the bondage horse and off to the prep room. Her eyes closed, she sighed, letting the tension fade from her shoulders.

She was so focused on her relaxation that she didn’t notice her owner until she was already upon her. It was Cindy’s turn to help as she found her wrists gripped tightly in her owner’s gloves hands and shoved against the wall. Cindy was pinned. She gazed up fearfully into Alexa’s hungry eyes.

“You have been a very good girl lately, haven’t you? Working hard as instructed.”

“Yes—I mean, thank you Mistress.”

Alexa’s chuckle was long, low, and sent a chill down Cindy’s spine. “I want a photo shoot,” she declared.

Cindy was stunned. “A... photoshoot, Mistress?”

“That’s right. Tonight you’re going to come home with me. And tomorrow you’re going to spend some time with my personal slaves, getting some nice pictures of us having our fun.”

This was entirely new, and Cindy had no idea what to say. So she simply nodded.

“Mmmm,” Alexa purred. “But first... I think we can have some fun right now...”

Cindy had just enough time to gulp before her mistress was kissing her, harshly. Her wrists still pinned by the stronger woman’s hands.

A moment later, Alexa ordered the other slave in the room to turn on his camera. She wanted him to record her as she had her way with Cindy.

And that’s exactly what happened.