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FOR SALE

By Charles E. Campbell

with all due thanks and respect to ss, who put the thoughtsfor this short story in my head, and because she is a is a true and constant inspiration to me. Thank you!

This story is copyrighted by me, [email protected]. Noportion of this story may be reprinted or reproduced electronically withoutthe express written consent of the author. This is a work of fiction, derivingfrom the minds of two consenting adults.

I awoke slowly; very, very slowly. The reality of my location and my situationgradually overtaking my drowsy state. I hadn't slept well at all. But thenagain, how could one expect to enjoy a restful night's sleep when one is ina metal dog crate no more than nine cubic feet in size, with one's arms boundbehind her, hands to elbows, tightly gagged, with a thick butt plug up herass, and a glass dildo in her pussy?

As consciousness began to take hold of me, I remembered where I was and whyI was here, and a nervous twinge emanated deep in my bowels. The slave auctionwould be soon, very soon. In a short time I would be placed up on the block,open for bid, and hopefully, bought. Sold, like chattel, to the highest bidder.Beginning the remainder of my days in total servitude. Never again to havecontact with family or friends. Never again to have choices or opinions, oreven to have wants and needs. My sole purpose for the rest of my life, my onlyreason for being, will be to serve my owner, in whatever capacity He or Sherequires. Without hesitation or pause, question or denial. Giving up everythingI own, including my own person and all control of my body. And yet, I not onlywant this, I need this. I need this so badly that if I hadn't been fortunateenough to become what I am, I would probably have killed myself.

I guess I should try to explain who I am and how I got to this place in mylife. My name is Sheila Quinlan, at least that's the one my parents gave me.However now, according to the label on my crate, I am just simply ?9.' I havehad fantasies of slavery and servitude from my earliest of days. By the timeI was six I would tie myself up whenever I was alone in our house. By the ageof eight, my next door neighbor, a boy a year younger than I, was enlistedtop help me in our games of ?Cowboys and Indians.? I was always the helplessfarm girl, and he the marauding Indian, who would kidnap me and tie me up.I was always most disappointed when he would untie me and want to play kickball.

Once, I convinced him to tie me up and leave me alone. I told him he had togo out on another war party and look for more white slaves to sell to otherIndian tribes. I was really excited that time, because I couldn't untie myself,and I was alone in the woods behind the school, near a path that lots of kidsused to get to the playing fields.

We continued our games, never escalating or deviating from the script, untilone day, when he was twelve. I'll never forget that day. The game started outthe same, he'd sneak up on me in the field, tie my hands behind my back andgag me, then he'd lead me back to the Indian ?camp,? where he would tie meto a tree. Only this time, we went past where the camp always was, and wentdown by a culvert under the highway that ran through our town.

When we reached our destination, he tied my legs to two trees about two feetapart. He left my gag on, and started to feel my flat chest through my oldt-shirt. Unsatisfied, he untied my hands and stared me in the eyes. Some primalinstinct told me what he wanted, (what I wanted), and I pulled my shirt overmy head, letting it drop to the ground. He just stared, his eyes darting quicklybetween my tiny nipples and my eyes. Finally, they settled on my eyes, andI reached down and undid the button on my jeans. His intense glaze told meto continue, so I slid my jeans and panties down as far as my spread legs wouldallow. His face registered dumbstruck awe.

Then it was my turn. My eyes searched the area until I saw a bush about fivefeet behind him to his left. I let my eyes go from him to the bush a few timesuntil he turned and looked at it. Then he looked back at me quizzically. Iput my hands behind my head and laced my fingers together. He still didn'tget it, so I said, ?I real Indian brave would torture his white slave I think.?

Ever so slowly my intentions seeped into his head, and he broke a branch fromthe bush slowly With fierce trepidation, he began to whip my back, my buttocksand the backs of my thighs with it. In retrospect, it was very light, leavingabsolutely no marks upon my body at all, and yet, it was the most remarkablewhipping I have ever endured. It only lasted a few strokes, as he was definitelynot up for it. In fact, once he untied me and let me go, he never again wantedto play our game, nor did he ever again talk about it. A few months later,his father was killed in a car crash, and he and his mother moved out of statesomewhere closer to her family.

To date, I have had no success in finding a partner to my needs, at leastnot one who could take me to the level of submission I so badly crave. Sure,I found some guys who would spank me, or would call me names while they pretendedto rape me, but it wasn't real. One guy made me go down on him at a Stonesconcert in the Meadowlands, thinking that was Doming me. But none of this wasright. I need the real thing, like what existed throughout many centuries ofhuman history. I need to be treated like property, sold, and then enslavedto someone for their needs, their use, no matter what is required, no matterwhat I am expected to do. And that...........is why I am here now.

The dim light in the basement allowed me to look at the nine other crates,each containing a naked human, similarly trussed and awaiting their turn onthe auction block. None of us knew anything about each other. Over the pastthree days or so, we had been delivered one at a time, in our crates, by menwith hand trucks. We would then be placed in an orderly fashion on the coldconcrete floor. Our gags were only removed for feeding time, which was twicea day. We would be taken from our crates, one at a time, and escorted intoa small room, where our meal was waiting for us. The door would close and lock,and we would eat. A short time later, someone would return for us, replacethe gag, and lead us to the toilet. They would untie the thin leather strapthat held the dildo and butt plug in place, and sit back, watching as we receivedourselves. After that, we would be led to the exercise yard, for some calisthenicsand jogging. Then it would be back to our crates, bound and stuffed, untilthe next meal. Other than during the two feeding times each day, our gags werein place, insuring that there would be no communication between us. Preventingeven the slightest chance that we could humanize ourselves with talk, learningnames, ages, or where we were from. No one spoke to us at anytime either, andwe were never touched. Our escorts carried electric cattle prods which theywouldn't hesitate to use if the wanted us to quicken the pace during calisthenicsor jogging. No sounds were heard, excepting for the sounds of crates beinglocked and unlocked, doors opening and closing, and the eerie sounds of theelevator.

There were four crates that were there before I arrived; three males and onefemale. Five more were delivered after me, two more males, and three females.The deliverymen never spoke when they would bring in a new crate. It was asif they were just delivering an appliance or some other similar large parcel.We would hear the creaks and rattles from the old service elevator, and thedoors would groan as they opened. Two men would roll the hand truck out, andbring the new arrival over, placing that crate in a numbered painted squareon the floor, each one about five or six feet from the next, in two rows. Then,unceremoniously, they would return to the elevator, and leave us in the all-consumingquiet. The occupant of each crate was always gagged and had the holes stuffedbefore entering their crate.

There was no true way to estimate what time it was, or even whether it wasday or night. Our meals, and exercises all took place in rooms in the basement,so only the dim light bulbs hanging from the ceiling illuminated the space.

After three meal/exercise/toilet periods passed without the arrival of newcrates, I heard the familiar rumblings from the elevator, and turned aroundas much as I could to see who would come through the doors. It turned out toa be a short stout gray-haired woman I had never seen before in a black longsleeved shirt and black slacks. She was accompanied by a very young blondehaired girl in a light green sweater and jeans, with some sort of clipboard.They walked slowly around the crates, looking at each of us, one after theother. The girl occasionally writing something down on the paper she carried.

When the inspection was complete, the elder woman cleared her throat and spoke. ?Myname is Catherine, although that is of no consequence to any of you, as youwill never speak as long as you are in my care. Over the next few days, youwill be properly prepared for sale at our annual auction. I want to make surethat you all know that you are quite fortunate to be sold at my auction, becauseI do not allow white slavers or any other similarly unsavory characters toattend. My bidders are the most reputable from around the world, and I screenthem all most diligently before including their names on my guest lists.

?Some of you will be placed in this country, and some will be placed in Europe,South America, and Eastern Asia. All of you will never be heard from again.You will all be slaves for the rest of your lives. Ginny will collar each ofyou, and give you a number. This will be your lot number for bidding at theauction

?Ginny, collar and tag each of them and then start the preparations for eachone.?

?Yes, Miss Catherine,? the girl curtsied.

Catherine turned her back and returned to the elevator, while Ginny went toa cabinet on the opposite side of the room. She produced a key from her pantspocket and opened the door. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she camearound by the crates carrying a cardboard box, which she set on the floor.

I heard her open a crate and saw a male slave stand up. He was quite tall,so his cramped quarters must have been especially uncomfortable. He had darkwavy hair and by the pronounced definition of his well toned body it was easyto see that he worked out frequently. Ginny tried three collars on him beforeshe found a fit that she liked. The she took a pair of pliers and clamped ametal disk to his collar.

Reaching up, she grabbed hold of the ring in his collar and led him to thedoor that opened into the meal room. When he had passed through it, she closedthe door, and went to the second crate, repeating the procedure this time witha very slim and petite black girl, with a totally shaved head. Once she wascollared and tagged, Ginny led her to the door and guided her through it.

Four others were similarly collared and tagged before Ginny came to my cage.Unceremoniously, she unlocked my crate and motioned for me to climb out andstand up. Immediately, she placed a hard brown leather collar around my neckand fastened it tightly in place. This wasn't a soft leather like a suede,instead it was a stiff hard leather that bit at the skin. She then produceda tag, with only the number ?9" stamped on it, and using the pliers, sheclamped it onto the ring in the collar. Grabbing the ring, she gave a tug,indicated that she wanted me to bend over. Without pause, she pulled the buttplug out and ripped the duct tape off my pussy. Then she removed the glassdido, and giving another sharp yank of the leash, she made it clear that itwas time for me to follow her, and she passed me through the door.

The meal room was brightly lit, and an older woman was standing there waitingfor me. In silence, she clipped a dog leash to the ring, and led me out ofthe meal room, and down a hallway I had not known existed. The soles of hershoes were a soft rubber and made no sound as I padded behind her, barefoot.About halfway down the hall, she stopped and taking a key from her pocket,she unlocked a door and opened it, trailing me along.

The room was stark, with just a gynecologist style examination chair and stronglights on stands. Motioning me to the chair, she unclipped my leash and waitedwhile I got into the seat and placed my feet in the widely spaced stirrups.The chrome plated stirrups were cold against the calved of my legs and theharsh light was pointed right at my obscenely spread sex. The young girl setabout strapping me into the chair, beginning at my ankles , then up to my kneesand thighs, wrists, arms, and waist. She placed a heavily padded blindfoldover my eyes and then I felt her rub some sort of cream or lotion around thefolds of my pussy and my anus.

It seemed an eternity before I heard the door reopen. If I had to guess, Iwould say that two or three people had come in. I could hear the sounds ofthings being moved around closer to me, but no one spoke. Then, suddenly, Ifelt a hand rest on my thigh as a slight burning sensation started in the areaaround my anus. The distinct odor of burning hair was evident, and it was thenthat I realized I was being subjected to laser hair removal. Permanent hairlessskin , like a small child.

The procedure went on for a considerable time, working from my asshole tomy recently shaven pussy lips, and up over my mound. It didn't hurt too badly,but over time the pain grew in intensity. When they were through, someone gentlyrubbed a cream onto the area. Then I could hear them walk out of the room andclose the door. I remained as I was, strapped into the stirrups, gagged andblindfolded.

It wasn't too long before I heard the door open once again, and soft feetpadded to me. A soft warm hand slid over my smooth hairless crotch, and thenI felt the straps being unbuckled. The leash was reattached to my collar, anda pull on it got me out of the chair. With the blindfold on, I couldn't tellwhere I was going, but when we stopped walking, I could feel the heat fromlights that were pointed at my body. A poke of the electric cattle prod gotmy legs apart in a hurry, and I felt three or four hands gliding over me, inspectingthe results of the laser.

A man's voice broke the silence, ?Rub some more cream on number nine beforereturning her to her crate for the night. A few more treatments and she'llbe fine. These dark haired pale skinned ones always turn out best.?

My leash was jerked, suddenly, causing me to trip slightly, as I followedsomeone back to the room that held the crates. The blindfold was removed, andthe young girl applied some lotion as instructed, before using the prod toguide me back into my crate. This was the first time I was ever in the cratewithout a gag, dildo and butt plug in place. The girl bent over and lookedme in the eye and said, ?Speak one word, utter any sounds, and you'll be moresorry than you can ever imagine!? She closed the pen, locked it, and went topull another slave from a crate.

I lay curled up, quite aware of the tingling sensations around my anus. Gingerly,I touched the delicate outer lips of my pussy, and found them swollen and verysensitive to touch. Closing my eyes, I fell into a fairly deep sleep. Onlyto wake up at the sound of the lock being opened by the young girl.

I had three more sessions under the laser, until all the hair was gone, noteven any fine downy hair remained. After a meal session, the older woman, Catherine,took my leash and took me into a room I had never seen before. It was all setup like a photographer's studio, with a large camera on a tripod, lots of lightsand many props. She took off the leash, but only long enough to attach a shortchain to my collar and clip it to a post.

?This is ?9". I want a full work up on this one. Get the proofs to meby noon tomorrow, I'm putting a lot of her in the catalogue.?

?Certainly, Miss Catherine,? a deep male voice answered.

The length of my chain gave me little room to turn and see who had spoken.I was able to hear Catherine walk out of the room, and hear the door open andclose, but then, nothing. Complete silence. I stood as still as I could andjust waited. Seemingly out of nowhere, there was motion to my left, and somelights were turned in my direction. Bright blinding lights were shone directlyinto my face, causing me to flinch and squeeze my eyes shut. The light wasso intense, I could feel the heat from the bulbs against my skin. Through thebright light, I could see a man scrutinizing me. He was olive skinned, withdark brown oiled hair that was pulled back in a tight ponytail. He wore a blackleather vest, unbuttoned, which showed his bare hairy chest, faded blue jeanswhich were skin tight and highlighted his well defined and proportioned assand legs.

?I want some information, ?9", so I am going to grant you permissionto speak. However, you are only to answer my questions, and they are to beanswered as directly and succinctly as possible.

?How old are you??

?Twenty-six.?

?Height??

?Five foot five?

?Weight??

?One hundred and fifteen.?

?Measurements??

?34C, 22, 35."

?Eye color??

?Blue.?

?Education??

?Bachelor of Fine Arts?

?Piercings, tattoos, brands, or other markings??

?None.?

?Last period??

?About two weeks ago.?

?That's fine, I have all I need. No more talking from here on.?

A few minuted passed as he got a couple of cameras prepped for the shoot.He had two on tripods that were at aimed at me at about shoulder height, twoothers were on low tripods, maybe three feet from the floor, and one camerahung around his neck. Wordlessly he began shooting, the only sounds being theclick of the shutter and the ratcheting sound of the film advance lever.

?Leave your body as it is, but turn your head down.........(click....click,click)

?Good, now eyes closed..........(click), open...........(click, click),

?Grab the post......(click), okay fine, that's good.? He stopped shootinglong enough to unclip the chain from my collar.

?Hands behind your head............(click, click, click ), legs spread.....(click),wider........(click......click, click), now cross your arms behind your back......, chestout.......(click......click), turn around and face the door ............(click,.....click), bend over...............(click, click), .....spread your cheeks..........(click........click,click, click),.hands on the floor........(click, click), .......look back atme through your legs........(click..........click).........mouth open......(click)..........lie down on your back............(click..........click)......now, mouth open.........(click.......click........click,click)...........eyes closed.........(click)...........spread your legs.......(click.........click).........wider......(click............click)..........useyour fingers and pull your pussy open..............(click..click, click, click).............okay,fine, now up on your knees and kneel............(click, click.........click)................legsapart......(click).......hands at your sides.........(click.....click), ...........mouthopen.........(click..........click), .......closed..........(click.........click.........click)...............closeyour eyes.............(click......click)............and now suck your finger?.................(click..click,click..........click). The rapid fire staccato of the shutter punctuated hisorders as he moved fluidly from tripod mounted camera to hand held and backagain. Stopping only once to reload one of the cameras.

When he seemed satisfied with his shots, he set down his camera and took offhis leather vest. Approaching me, he unclipped my chain from the pole. ?Remainas your are,? was his admonishment.

Leaving me, he went to a control on the wall which he turned on. I heard awhirring of an electric motor. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a spreaderbar being lowered from the ceiling, leather cuffs attached to the ends. Whenit was within his easy reach, he said, ?Come over here.?

I followed his direction, and he took my right wrist first, and strapped ittightly in the cuff. Before doing my left wrist, he checked to make sure thatit was buckled properly, then he attached my left wrist and went back to thewall switch and started lifting the me off my feet by the bar. He shut themotor off when I was dancing on the tips of my toes. I felt the pressure buildingin my shoulder sockets as I hung in waiting.

Walking before me, he held a bark brown single tail before me, allowing it'ssinister capabilities to flood my brain. When he was happy with the terrorit brought to my countenance, he took a step back and uncoiled it to the floor.Waiting, ever so patiently, for my body to start to shake ever so slightly.

I heard the terrible swish just before my left thigh exploded in white hotsearing pain. I screamed and tore at my bounds, as another blow wrapped aroundmy waist. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as his relentless whipping continued,with no break or pause. I have endured the whip many times, but the personwielding it always took time out to pause and savor his handiwork. It wasn'tuntil later that night, in my crate that I realized that he was just markingme for the photos. It had nothing to do with any pleasure he might derive fromit, or pain I would receive. It was just so that I would be appropriately markedfor the pictures he was taking.

Sweating profusely, he put down the whip, and picked up his camera. He tookclose ups of my back, chest and thighs, as well as just torso shots and fulllength body pictures as I hung limply from my wrists. The circulation in myhands had been cut off, and I could no longer feel them. He was all but donewith those shots by the time I had regained some composure and was breathingmore normally.

He paused from the shooting long enough to lower the winch that help be aloft.Then, taking my arm, he made me kneel on the cold concrete floor. He left melong enough to aim the two tripod mounted cameras that were closer to the ground,checking their placement so that they were aimed directly at my face from theleft and right side.

Then he undid his pants and stepped out of them, revealing a thin but longflaccid penis hiding in a thick bush of dark curly pubic hair. His balls werecompletely hidden by the tangle of hair. Grabbing the remote control for thetwo cameras, he began afresh. ?Eyes open.........(click.....click).........stareat it.........(click)..............lick the tip slowly.......(click.....click,click, click). The salty taste of pre cum greeted me as my tongue slid overthe rapidly hardening purplish head. I didn't hear the all too familiar soundof the shutter, but I kept on licking the head, and watching the shaft growin length and girth.

?No hands now, slowly suck it into your mouth.....(click.....click.....click)...........useyour tongue more....(click.........click).......eyes open, look into my face.....(click)........letthe spittle drool out of your mouth.......(click......click, click).

He pulled away from me, leaving my mouth open and his now very long and hardpenis right in front of my eyes. The camera clicked off several of this pose. ?Onyour hands and knees, facing the door.?

I moved as ordered, while he re-positioned the tow cameras, one facing meand the other facing from my right side.. ?Look into the camera......(click....click)......lickyour lips and smile......(click). Then he moved behind me and slowly introducedhimself into my pussy, inch after inch until I felt it pushing against my cervix.The shutters on both cameras clicked incessantly, recording my expressionsand the burial of his stout cock. The pressure inside me was something I hadnever felt before, he seemed to keep pushing deeper than my physical limitations.Then, ever so slowly, he began to withdraw himself, until only the tip wasremaining. Pausing a few seconds, he slid back in, repeating the process manytimes, all the while recodring it on film.

Finally, he withdrew completely, and said, ?Remain as you are.?

I stayed on all fours as he reloaded both cameras and repositioned them everso slightly. Then he got behind me on his knees and I felt the familiar sensationof a cock poised at the entrance to my always snug sphincter. Bending over,he dribbled some spittle on my hole, while clicking the shutter remotes. Thepressure began to build and I worked hard to relax the puckered entrance tomy anal cunt. With a squishy pop, his cock invaded the passage, and began it'srelentless probing, until I felt his dense pubic hair tickling my ass cheeks.The shutters kept clicking, as he held his position buried deeply in my innermost recesses. I could feel the juices seeping from my jealous and horny pussy.

It amazed me how he took me so slowly, never ramming deep into me, until Icame to the realization that his only interest was the shooting of the pictures,not his own pleasures.

The shutters stopped clicking and he pulled out with a noisy fart of air. ?Kneeland clean me,? he commanded.

I got back on my knees and watched as he repositioned the cameras. Then hestood before me waiting for me to clean my anal juices from his still raginghard cock. I licked and sucked listening to the shutters click repeatedly,until, with a loud moan he began to cum. He pulled out of my mouth, showeringmy face with his hot sticky cum, in my open eyes and mouth. The shutters neverstopping.

At long last, he said, ?take your finger and slowly wipe my cum into yourmouth. Then you are to swallow it.?

He picked up his hand held camera and took a series of close-ups of me pushingthe cum into my mouth from my eyes and face and swallowing it.

Setting down the camera he announced, ?That should do it. Miss Catherine willbe happy with these. You may remain as you are, I'll ring for Ginny and shewill escort you from here.?

There was a wall mounted intercom that I hadn't noticed before, and he usedit to summon Ginny to the studio. She arrived a few minutes later, re-clippingthe leash to my collar, and tugging it to get me to my feet, I followed herout the door and into the feeding room. The calisthenics period followed, andonce again I was trussed up, my dildo and butt plug were inserted and I wasplaced back into my crate.

For the first time since my arrival, I slept like a baby, never waking onceduring my sleep. What brought me out of my deep sleep was a hard jab from Ginny'scattle prod. I awoke to find the other slaves standing in a line, front toback, chains connecting them together with thick iron bands on their left ankles,and matching bands around their necks. Ginny unlocked my crate and stood backas I crawled out. Ginny then proceeded to unbind my arms, remove the butt plugand dildo, and take off my gag. Then she knelt and locked a heavy iron bandon both of my ankles, and then using a keyed lock, attached the left band tothe end of the chain that bound the others. She fitted a similar band aroundmy neck, which chafed me under the chin due to the wideness of it, and shelocked the connecting chain to it as well.

Standing back, she inspected her charges. ?This morning begins your finalhours here. You will all be fed, then properly bathed and made up before beingplaced in the viewing area. The guests have begun arriving and will have severalhours to carefully inspect each of you and read through your individual portfolios.When they retire to the dining room for dinner, you will all wait in the holdingroom. Then, one by one, in numerical order, you will be brought into the auctionroom and will be placed on the block so that the bidding can begin.

?Some of you will remain here a few more days in order that we may prepareyou for shipment to wherever your owner wants. Others will leave tonight orin the morning with your owners, beginning your new lives as slaves.

?Remember, that even though you will be eating together, your are not to speak,under any circumstances among each other. You are, however, expected to speakif a guest asks you a question. Answer clearly and briefly and with all candoranything that they may ask.

?Any other information you might need will be given to you while you are beingbathed and prepared for the day ahead.

?A word of advice, try and walk in step, otherwise you can easily trip. Now,let's go!?

I felt the slack in the chain on my ankle disappear as the group stepped off,left leg first. We seemed to get the hang of it pretty quickly. Our movementcreated an eerie sound, as the padding of our bare feet on the floor was punctuatedby the dragging of the steel chain. The steps were short and choppy, as ifwe had been hobbled. Ginny led us down a hallway and past the room where Ihad always eaten my meals. A few doors down, we went through an opened doorinto a rather large but dimly lit room that I had never seen before. A longtable ran along one wall, with a series of old wooden benches.

Ginny directed the first slave around so that we followed him in successionbetween the table and the benches. When we were all at the table, she simplysaid, ?Sit!?

The meal was brought out to us and it was lovely: soup, fresh garden salad,hot sweet breads, stuffed chicken breast, rice pilaf, green beans and pitchersof iced tea. Dessert followed the meal, and consisted of apple pie and a richdark coffee.

When the meal was done and all were sated, we were led out of the room andup a long stone staircase and out of the house. It was the first time I hadbeen out in the daylight since my arrival, how long ago? A number of cars wereparked on the lawn to the side of the house, and a young man dressed simplyin a white shirt, black slacks and a black four in hand tie stood by as a parkingvalet.

Ginny led us down a bricked path that ran lazily along the long curving driveway.A silver Porsche Carrera came up the drive, slowing as it approached us, andthen stopping completely. The window went down as we marched past, but I darednot turn my head to look at the occupants, so I didn't get to see them. Afterwe passed the car, I heard the crunch of the bluestone as it slowly resumedit's trek up to the house.

The bricked path took us to a large barn that was over a slight rise and notvisible from the main house. A group of ten well groomed young men and womenawaited our arrival outside the barn. We stopped and were turned to face thegroup at the front of the barn.

?These are your preparers. They will get each of you ready for the auctionand will stay with you until that time,? Ginny said.

It was at that point that they came over to us, seemingly aware as to whichone of us they had been assigned to. A young freckle faced red headed girlcame over by me and looked me over from head to toe, first from the front,and then from the rear. Then, reaching in her pocket, she produced a key, whichshe then used to unlock the chains from my ankle and neck, but leaving theiron bands on me. She fastened a short chain leash to my collar and led meinto the barn and to a stall. Once there, she took a short thin chain froma peg on the wall and clipped it to my collar, and then to a hook in a beamover our heads.

The stall was immaculate. Dark wide planked flooring with brass fittings andhardware on the hinges, handles and rings. Bright florescent lights overheadilluminated every square foot, leaving no shadowy areas.

?I will be responsible for preparing you for your sale at the auction. Myname is Madison, and Ginny is my older sister. Miss Catherine is our aunt.I'm sixteen, and you are the first slave I have been given to prepare. I havebeen an assistant handler for the past two summers, but Aunt Catherine feelsI am now ready to prepare a slave for sale on my own, although I know she willprobably come in a few times to check up on how I'm doing.

?Remember, ?9", you are not allowed to talk, to me, or to any of us.Only to the guests if they ask you questions. I have a list of things I haveto do to get you ready to be sold, so we'd better get started.

?I see you've had all your nether hair removed, so I can check off pubic groomingfrom my list.?

Madison used a pencil to put a check mark on a sheet of paper she had on aclipboard.

?We'll start with internals,? she said, unclipping the chain from my collarand reattaching the leash. She led me to a galvanized bucket in the middleof the barn. One of the male slaves, a tall lanky black, was urinating in thebucket. His cock was at least ten inches long and it wasn't even hard! Thestream shooting from it was a dark yellow and strong. An acrid smell filledthe air

?We'll be done in a minute, Madison,? The he-slave's preparer said to her.

?Thanks, Mark. Are you in a hurry??

?No, we've got plenty of time. This one won't take long to prep.?

?Good. Then maybe you'd wait and let this one have an audience when she goes.She'll need to get used to it at sometime anyway.?

?Sure. No problem.?

The black slave's stream of urine had finally slowed and then stopped. Madisonpulled by leash and positioned me over the bucket. ?Empty yourself!?

I squatted over the bucket and closed my eyes to block out the three pairsof eyes watching me.

?Open those eyes and stare at his dick, 9!?

Mark had moved the tall slave so that his huge cock hung right before my face,a drop of urine hanging from the hole. Concentrating, I squeezed and e weakstream began to spill into the pale. It seemed to take forever before it stopped.I started to get up, but Lisa's hand was on my shoulder pushing back into mysquatted position.

?Bowels too.?

This has always been the hardest thing for me. The whip is easier to endure.Poised over a bucket, naked, trying to force a bowel movement while under thewatchful eyes of three strangers is next to impossible. I pushed, hard, andcould feel the pressure building. Exhaling and taking a deep breath, I pushedagain, and felt the pressure ease, as I heard the sound of the turd landingin the piss filled bucket.

?She's blushing,? Mark quipped. ?A modest slave.?

?She'll get used to it,?Madison rebuked him defensively. ?She'll have to.?Madisonpulled me upright with the leash, and took me to a bench. She laid me overthe bench, so that my face was on the floor, and my ass cheeks were the highestpart of my body.

A moment later, I left the enema hose probing at my tight rear hole, and Madisonpushed it deep up the portal. A warm sensation soon followed, as the pressurein my bowels grew. I could feel my stomach bulging as the cramps began topbuild. ?Hold it in. I'll tell you when you may expel,?Madison ordered.

I was squirming, and sweat was forming on my forehead and upper lip as Madisonpulled the hose out. ?Just a minute longer.? A soft moan was my answer. Thepain was becoming intense, when finally I took hold of my leash and led meback to the bucket. There were three slaves and their handlers at the bucketwhen we got there, my small baby steps making the trip seem endless. The factthat all these people were going to see me expel the contents of my bowelsnever entered my mind. All that I could think of was relieving the pressureand pain.

I squatted over the bucket and immediately, it all exploded from me, splatteringthe insides of my thighs and the backs of my calves. I kept pushing long afterI was emptied, in an attempt to relieve the awful cramps, but it didn't help. ?Onemore time should clean you out,? Madison declared, snapping my leash to getme up.

She repeated the process, giving me a second enema, which felt like twiceas much liquid as the first was. She also made me hold it for a longer time.And to add to my misery, she waited until there were three slaves and theirhandlers standing around the bucket when I was allowed to empty myself. Atthat point, I didn't care at all!

Madison brought me to a tiled shower stall, and striping off her own clothes,she got in the shower with me. She had a very skimpy bikini on underneath herclothes that left very little to the imagination. She washed me from head tofoot, and shampooed my hair twice. Each time adding a luxuriantly thick conditioner.Stepping from the shower, she wrapped a towel around herself, and put my hairup in a thick towel. Then she brought me to a large Jacuzzi, the largest Ihad ever seen, and said, ?Sit here for a while until I get back.?

Two other female slaves were soaking in the warm swirling waters, their hairalso wrapped in towels that matched mine. None of us spoke, but our eyes seemedto be straining to communicate. The slave to my right had a look of panic onher face, her eyes darting from me to the other slave. She looked to be aboutmy age, with deep azure eyes and full rich lips. I smiled knowingly at her,but it didn't seem to calm her. The other slave seemed very self assured. Sheappeared to be older, early forties maybe, with a dark complexion. The topsof her breasts, which showed above the soapy water were covered in intricatetribal tattoos. She never gave either of us more than one cursory glance aswe lay in the warm waters.

Preparers came for the other two before Madison came back for me. She hadchanged into a brightly colored sarong, but she was topless now. Her smallpert breasts standing up proud and firm, with small gold rings dangling fromher pebble sized dark nipples. She tilted my head back and removed the towelfrom my hair, letting it drop outside the rim of the tub. With a soft brush,she began combing out my long hair. The gentle rhythm of her strokes was soothing,and when combined with the strong jets of the Jacuzzi, caused me to feel drowsy.

?You may nap if you wish, ?9'. It will be your last for a while.?

I let myself succumb to the sleepiness that had taken hold of me, and wokeup when I felt the familiar tug on my leash. Rousing myself, I stood as Madisonpatted me dry. She guided me to a make-up mirror, gently patted bath powderover my body, and then applied deodorant under my arms. An application of alight musky smelling perfume was next, followed by a manicure and pedicure.Before she applied the nail polish, she perfumed me a second time, this timemaking sure she took care of the small of my back, between my breasts and behindmy knees.

While she waited for the first coat of polish on my fingers and toes to dry,she did my eye make up and lip gloss. A second coat of polish was applied whenthe first had dried. ?I've only got one thing left on my list for you, ?9',and I'm not experienced enough for that. You'll wait here, and I'll be backin a minute.?

I wasn't about to point out that I was in no position to go anywhere, whatwith my leash clipped to the make up table, so I just nodded in assent.

?Strap her on the table,? a woman's voice behind me said. ?It'll take a coupleof minutes and then you'll be done with your prep list. You can watch me dothe first one, then I'll let you try the second if you feel like it.?

I checked my curiosity and didn't turn to see who was talking, but a momentlater, Madison unclipped my leash from the table and pulled me over to an ob/gyntable. Without instruction, I got up on the table and put my feet in the coldsteel stirrups. Madison used several leather straps to fasten my feet securelyin the stirrups. She also ran some long straps around my waist and chest makingany movement on my part impossible.

?That should hold her, Madison,? the same woman's voice declared. ?Help meprep her.?

A tall elderly woman was standing between my widely spread legs. She had tobe at least sixty-five, with long gray hair tied in a tight bun at the backof her head. She was dressed in a maroon spaghetti strap tank top that wasskin tight, and revealed her bra-less breasts. A short black wrap around skirthighlighted her flat stomach.

A cold wet sensation in my pussy made me inadvertently look down to see Madisonsquatted at the foot of the table, wiping my labia with alcohol. Instantly,she met my gaze and said, ?I didn't give you permission to move, ?9'. Sit back!?

I let my head sink back to the table, wondering what was going to happen. ?Usea lot of betadyne, Madison,? the woman instructed. ?We need to minimize therisk of infection because she won't be with us after she's sold tonight. Justtry to keep it off her thighs as much as possible.?

?Okay, Francis,? Madison replied. I felt the wiping stop for a moment, andthen begin anew.

When she was through sterilizing me, Francis said to her, ? I know you'vepierced before, but this one is different. Your aunt wants her pierced with00 gauge, both left and right. She'll fetch a much higher price that way.?

?I thought you couldn't pierce bigger than 20 gauge the first time,? Madisonqueried.

?Normally that would be the case, but I have something new, in fact, I onlygot it a week ago and have been dying to try it out! Take a look.?

Francis handed something to Madison, but I wasn't about to look over at it. ?Whatis it, Francis,' Madison inquired?

?It's a special type of piercing needle. Let me show you.?

Madison handed the needle back to Francis, who continued, ?It has a taperto it, see??

?Yes.?

?It starts at a twenty gauge, but then, right after that, there is a scalpelin it. Right here.?

?I see it,? Madison exclaimed excitedly.

?What you do is, first you do a normal piercing with a twenty gauge needle.Then, as you back that needle out, you push the tapered needle in behind it.. Then you turn it as you push, so it cuts it's way through the flesh as deepas you want. This one can get to a triple 0 if you want.

?Is there a lot of blood??

?From what I've read, it's only a bit more than with a standard piercing.More swelling afterwards, but that's to be expected. It takes longer to heal,and is more painful as well. One has to be more diligent with the aftercaretoo. But her new owners will get a sheet of instructions on how it should becared for.

?Ready to try it??

?Oh yes,? Madison responded enthusiastically.

?Take the forceps, Mad and get a good grip on her outer labia.?

I felt her fingers pulling on my lower lip and then the cold steel pinchingslightly.

?Get in there a bit deeper. I want this hole to be very deep so it will withstanda lot of weight once it heals.?

?Okay,? Madison replied, pulling the lip further out with her fingers, thengetting the clamp in deep.

?That looks good, now clamp it tight and pull,? Francis said.

I felt a strong pulling sensation as I heard the clamp click shut. The nextthing I felt was the tip of the needle against that most delicate skin. I yelpedas she thrust it through my lower lip, but the pain quickly ebbed. I felt atugging sensation as she got the tapered needle ready to go into the hole asthe starter needle was pushed out. I felt pressure in the newly cut hole, butit was quickly replaced by a burning sensation as she began twisting the taperedscalpel and pushing it into the hole, carving it wider as she went.

?See how clean it makes the hole,? Francis asked, without bothering to turntowards Madison?

?It just keeps enlarging the hole to whatever size you want, and keeps itround, while not tearing the hole.?

I was groaning as she kept up the pressure. It could feel the blade turningas she kept making the hole larger. Finally, she stopped. ?Hand me that link,Madison, I want to check to see if the hole is large enough.?

Madison picked up a thick chain link and held it before my eyes, making sureI understood it's girth, then she passed it off to Francis. ?A little biggerI think, then I'll slip it in and lock it in place.?

I was squirming as much as the straps would allow, as she continued to boreinto my labia.

?That should do it, now watch, Madison as I insert the link. It's really quiteeasy. You pull back here, so it opens up. Then you get the link into the holeas you push the needle back out. Just.....like.......that. Then, you lock itin place like this.? I heard a metallic click ?And that's it. What do you think??

?It looks great, Francis. So thick. Not too much blood either.?

?Told you. Now, lock on these three links and the medallion, then I'll letyou do her other lip?

Madison followed the directive and then said, ?Okay, I'm ready.?

?Alright. Take hold of the forceps and pull the labia way out so you can getclose to the base. Make sure it's even with the hole on the other side.

?That's it. Pull it out more. Here, let me hold it with my fingers, then youcan get a better grip on it with the clamp.?

Francis got it where she wanted it as Madison clamped the forceps tightlyin place. ?Now, take the needle and push it right through that spot there.?

I let out a stiff groan as the needle ran through me, tears welled up in myeyes. ?Don't you dare mess up that mascara, ?9.' I'm not in the mood to redoyour makeup!?

Francis dabbed gently at the tears in the corners of my eyes as Madison gotthe tapered scalpel lined up. She pushed the needle out and began cutting thehole larger, but she did it faster than Francis did, so the burning was muchmore intense. Francis handed her another chain link and she locked it in place.I could smell the alcohol just as the sting ripped into me as Francis poureda bottle of it on my lower lips.

They both undid the straps that had held me fast to the examination table,and then they helped me to my feet. The weight from the chains in my labiawas immediately apparent to me, as they were distended down, stretched tautaway from my pussy. ?Look how far they're pulled, Madison,? Francis announcedwith a smile.

?I never thought they were so elastic,? Madison responded. I bet they'll beable to hold a lot more weight without having to worry about them ripping out.?

?Thank Me, ?9', ? Francis commanded.

?Thank You, ma'am,? I quickly answered.

?Let's go, ?9', I have to get you set up for the viewing,? Madison said, leadingme once again by the leash. We went through a door and into a room where allthe other slaves were with their preparers. Each of the preparers was barechested, male and female. The men wore tight fitting breeches while the womenwore wrap around sarongs the same material as Madison's Each slave was beingfitted with leg irons and manacles on their wrists.

Madison tied me to a ring in the wall and set about locking the irons on myankles. The steel was cold and heavy. It looked very old was and was coveredin a rusty patina. Once my legs were effectively hobbled, she locked a setof manacles on my wrists and chain around my waist. She locked my wrists tothe waist chain.

When all of us were in chains, the preparers walked us out of the barn andback up the brick path to the main house. By the angle of the sunlight fallingthrough the stately oaks I could see that it was late afternoon. The only soundwe made was the scrapping of the chains on our feet as they dragged with eachshort step on the bricks.

We were taken in a side entrance and into a beautiful wood paneled room thatlooked like a library. It had a very high ceiling with royal blue drapes onthe windows, which were open to let in the sunlight. The floor was a dark stainedhard wood with inset patterns. Across the room ran a steel pipe, about sixfeet from the floor, suspended from the ceiling by more pipe. There were ringswelded to the pipe at three foot intervals with a short chain dangling fromeach ring. One at a time, in our numerical order, we were chained to the pipeat our collars. It was then that I noticed Catherine sitting in a wing backchair observing the proceedings.

When we had all been chained to the pipe, Catherine stood and announced, ?IfI may have your attention, please........Thank you.

?Preparers, you have done an excellent job. This should be a very lucrativeauction for the house. Your slaves will be here for two hours for the formalviewing. When that is over you will be instructed as to when they are to beescorted in for the bidding. You may all get something to eat if you wish,but you may not stay in here when the guests are viewing the slaves. Thankyou all.?

As the preparers started to leave, Madison leaned in towards me and whispered, ?Begood!?

The door closed and we were left alone with Catherine, chained by our necks,in manacles and leg irons. Catherine inspected each one of us in turn, scrutinizingevery little detail, in complete silence. She spent a few minutes fondlingthe thick steel rings in my labia, lifting them to judge the weight, and lettingthem drop unceremoniously, making me jump. Never saying a word. Finally, shesat back in her chair and spoke: ? In a few minutes my guests will be allowedin to inspect you all. They may touch you, feel you, probe you, or simply ignoreyou. They have two hours to read your bios and check the merchandise carefully,because I do not give refunds.

?You are all to stand with your heads bowed down, and your eyes open. Youare not to speak, unless spoken to, and must never look anyone of them in theface, unless directly ordered to do so. When the viewing is complete, you willbe led, one at a time in numerical order, into the bidding room, where youwill be bid upon, and ultimately sold. If any of you are not sold, you willremain her with us, at my house, as a servant, until the next auction, whichis one year from now.

?I will not be speaking with any of you again, unless you aren't sold, sogood bye, and good luck to you all? Catherine turned and closed the door behindher. All was quiet in the room, excepting for one slave who was weeping softly.

We stood there together, heads down, not looking at anything except the floor,until the door opened a we heard the sound of shoes on the hard wood floor.I saw a pair of wing tipped cordovans pause in front of me for a few minutes.The pants were a gray tweed, neatly creased with a cuff. The shoes were highlypolished and completely devoid of scuff marks.

They were joined by a pair of black pumps, maybe a size six, bare legs, veryshapely. ?Have you seen the rings, Charles, she asked him??

?Yes, dear, I was just admiring them. Catherine likes to put them in in advance,jacks the price up?

?She's not too bad,? the woman continued. A little small boned, but she mightfit in with the others.?

?Put a mark next to her in your catalogue, dear. We might bid on her if shedoesn't go too high.?

Together they moved off to my right, and I was left alone for a short time.Then a pair of thigh high black leather boots with three inch platform solesand six inch heels stopped in front of me, and slightly behind, a delicatepair of bare female feet. ?What number is this one, slut,? the boots asked?

?It's number nine, Mistress.?

?Give me her bio.?

?Yes, Mistress.?

While she was reading it, a pair of black loafers stopped next to her, ?Seeanything you like, Ilsa??

?A few prospects, Daimon, but I haven't made up my mind as yet. You??

?I'm not really in the market this year. I just came to see what Catherineput together. This one is lovely, though, don't you think??

?Yes she is.? Then to the barefoot woman, ?Lift her head, slut, I want tolook into her eyes.?

?Yes, Mistress,? the barefoot woman replied as she reached out and placedher fingers under my chin, lifting my head up. ?Open your eyes, ?9'.?

I opened my eyes to look into the face of a woman dressed in a black leathercorset, that accented her heavy chest. A totally naked woman stood next toher, her head shaven, with a thick metal rod piercing both of her breasts, ?U'shaped clamps straddling each breast from the bar.?She has nice eyes, Mistress.The kind You like,? the naked woman said.

?Her eyes are lovely slut, they remind me of whore's eyes............ We'llsee.? The woman in the corset ran her gloved hand lightly over my right breastwhile she starred into my eyes. When she was certain she had one hundred percentof my attention, she pinched my nipple, very hard. I bit my lip, holding inthe sound that wanted reflexively to escape. Her gaze burned right throughme, watching for a reaction to her ministrations.

?Make her cum for Me, slut. I want to hear her.?

?Of course, Mistress.? The naked girl knelt before me and, using her hands,pushed my thighs apart. She the buried her face in my pussy, her tongue dartingdeep within me so quickly I let out a startled little yelp. She found my clitand began sucking it into her mouth and nibbling it gently between her teeth.In a matter of seconds I could feel the orgasm building deep inside me. Shenever slackened her pace and I came with a loud moan, twitching so hard thechain to my neck was making noise.

?Well done, slut. Under sixty seconds. You've gotten very good at it.?

?Thank You, Mistress. It's because of Your training me.?

?Come with Me, slut, I wish to browse before making up My mind.?

?Yes, mistress,? came the fast reply, and they moved away, leaving still recuperatingfrom an intense orgasm, a strong smell lingering below my waist.

I bowed my head down again, and many minutes passed before another guest cameby to look me over. It was a black woman, wearing a tight purple skirt, midcalf length. She wore violet colored leather sandals with thin straps holdingthem on her dainty feet. I could see her well manicured hands reach out tocaress my belly. Ever so slowly, she worked her hand up and cupped my breast,while her other hand examined the newly placed rings and chains in my pussylips.

She tilted her head in toward me and inhaled deeply, savoring the smell ofmy perfume. ?You have cum recently, haven't you,? she quizzed me?

?Yes Ma'am. A few minutes ago.?

?You're still quite wet, even sloppy.?

I was shaken a bit and didn't know wether to apologize or simply agree withher. Sensing my unease at the moment, she added, ?It's quite all right. Evenslaves can't be expected to control nature's instincts.

?Do you have a name, child??

?My number is ?9', Ma'am.?

?Yes, dear, I know that. Look at me.?

I lifted my head and looked into her face. She was in her late forties, notnecessarily beautiful, but striking, with a flawless chocolate brown complexion.Light pink lipstick outlined her mouth. Bright piercing eyes seemed to be boringinto the inner recesses of my mind, probing my most secret thoughts. She woreno other make up and no jewelry. Her short hair had light strands of gray highlightingit, and given her a strong commanding presence. She wore a brightly coloredsilk headband tied across her forehead. ?I want your given name.?

?It's Sheila, Ma'am. Sheila Quinlan .?

?Ah, you're Irish.?

?Yes, ma'am. Both sides. My mother was a Kildare.?

?I have some Irish blood as well,? she offered. ?I am descended from slavesbrought here in the late 1820's. The owner was Irish and fathered quite a numberof children. My grandmother told me all about it. It was her grandmother whowas a slave.

?Looks like the times have changed quite a bit. Now we have wealthy blackwomen walking about freely at a slave auction that is selling white slaves.And why is this? My ancestors had no choice in what they became. They wereabducted, kidnaped from their homes and villages, sold into slavery and transportedover thousands of miles of ocean to a strange land, where they were auctionedoff to the highest bidder into a life of servitude.

?Why then are you here, Sheila? Did your Master tire of you? Were you lostin some wager? Or perhaps to pay a debt??

?In all candor, Ma'am, I can't put it too well in words. I came here alone.No one forced me. It's something I have felt, a need, a deep unfulfilled partof me. I don't now why, or even from where it comes, but I just know that theonly way I can be complete is if I am enslaved to someone for the rest of mylife. I need it to make me whole. I.......I'm sorry. I just can't explain it.?

?My grandmother said that when her grandmother had been set free, she didn'tknow what to do. How to start up her life. She told me the woman stayed withher owner even after she was free, stayed with him till his death, and theremained with his daughter. It was like she didn't want to be free.?

A long silent pause hung between us that made me feel uneasy, so I bowed myhead low, looking at her feet. She stared at me and slowly walked around me,inspecting me. Then, patting me once on the ass and in silence, she moved on.

Two more guests came by, a couple, discussing me between themselves as theyread my bio. Talking about me like they might a car or some other major purchase,but never once speaking to me. Just about me. He seemed pretty turned on bymy blatant submission, but she was cold, criticizing the size of my hips, mysmall areolas, and labial rings. Saying they would stretch my labia in no time,making them hideous, maybe even necessitating their removal. She told him shedidn't think I'd be a good fit for them, hinting a male slave would be better.

Then came an announcement from Catherine, ?If you would all care to join mein the auction room, the bidding will commence in ten minutes. You may visitthe lavatories, freshen your drinks, compare notes, whatever you will.?

The couple agreed that I wasn't what they were looking for as they moved away,following Catherine. After the guests had left the room, our preparers cameback to us. Madison unclipped my chain and lead me to a make-up table whereshe had me sit. She reapplied my lipstick, added a touch of rouge to my areolas,and applied more perfume. When she was through, she combed my hair with a softcomb, until it cascaded over my shoulders delicately.

?You are to be auctioned off in numerical order, ?9', so we have some time,? Madisonsaid, putting down the comb. ?If you are sold, you will be brought back downto the crates for shipping, unless your owners wish to take you with them rightaway. If you aren't bought, then you will remain here, with us, as a servant,until the auction next year, at which time you will be placed on the blockIf you aren't sold at that time, my aunt will either keep you for herself,or sell you to a brothel overseas.?

I shuddered visibly at that suggestion. To spend my days as a prostitute,slowly sinking into an abyss of pimps, disease, and police was not somethingI wanted to consider.

?That scares you I see,? Madison observed. ?That's understandable. Stay here,I'm going to see what number they're up to.?

A few moments later she came back, saying, they're at ?3'. The first two soldvery fast, not a lot of bidding. Fair prices, but not really high.? She pickedup the rouge and handed it to me, ?color my nipples so I look darker underthe lights.?

I took the rouge from her and gently patted it on her small hard nipples,darkening them. ?Is my make-up alright,? she queried?

?Yes, Ma'am. It looks just right for you.?

I could see how nervous she was, sitting waiting, biting the cuticle on oneof her fingers, her smooth bare leg dangling from the chair. Finally, she stood,and said, ?Let's get over by the door so we can be ready when they call us.?

She took my leash and we walked over to the door the lead into the auctionroom. I could hear some people speaking, and then, suddenly, the door opened,and Ginny came in calling, ?6.?

A young man came forward, leading the slave I ran into in the Jacuzzi, theone with the full lips and azure eyes. A look of shear terror filled her eyes,and I smiled a faint smile at her in support.

In almost no time, she was coming back in through the door, tears streamingdown her cheeks. Her preparer said to Madison, ?not one bid. No one was interested.?

?This was her second auction,? Madison asked?

?Yes. And Catherine doesn't want her, so you know what that means!?

Ginny opened the door with, ?7.?

Madison and I stood aside as a lean male slave was lead through the door.She said nothing to me, but my stomach was churning in fear and trepidationabout the fate of ?6'. My mind was racing through all of what faced me, doubtsabout the decisions I had made, could I go through with this, could I backout, run away........?

?8" Ginny announced, startling Madison and I.

??You're next, ?9', all you have to do is stand there. Don't look at the floor,and don't look at the buyers. Just look straight ahead. Stand up straight,try and stick your chest out, and keep your legs open.?

?I'll do my best, Ma'am,? I replied softly, my mouth dry.

We waited in silence until the door opened again, and Ginny called out, ?9.?

Madison took up the slack on my leash and we went through the door. The roomhad a small brightly illuminated stage, but the seats where the guests werewas dark, making it impossible to see them. We walked up the three steps andMadison turned me into the blinding lights and we stopped. Remembering heradmonishments, I faced dead ahead, eyes open, shoulders back, and legs slightlyparted.

?A deep man's voice to my left announced, ?Lot number 9. A twenty-six yearold college educated female. 34 22 35. Pierced labia, both sides. No previousowners. We will start the bidding at 25. Do I have 25? Yes, 25. Do I have 30?...30 it is, 35?.... 40? 40?.... 45,... 45,..... 50, 50, .......50,...... 75........75! Do I hear 80?...... 80?....... 85. .......85, ....90........ 100........100?....125?..... ...125? ........Any further offers?................ Sold, 125.?

We stood there on stage for a minute or so, polite applause gracing the sale.As it died away, Madison pulled on my leash and we turned and walked off thestage and through a different door where we found Catherine accepting a checkfrom the black woman in the tight purple skirt and violet sandals. My headbowed at once, but was slowly lifted at the pressure from her hand, so shecould gaze, knowingly into my eyes, as Madison handed her my leash.