The sound of chatter was dulled by a thick hanging curtain, but you could hear the excitement of the crowd. I couldn’t turn my head because of the posture collar around my neck but out of the corner of my eye I could see another two people, one either side of me.
I am sure there were more people along the row, but they were shrouded by the darkness. There was only a single spotlight above each of us, shining down dimly over us. Most of the day was a blur to me, the first thing I remembered clearly was the shackles being locked in place, a tiny padlock sealing me in. I stood in the center of a metal square metal block on wheels, two poles were welded on the edge of the square in line with my shoulders. My ankles were shackled at the bottom and my wrists half way up, I stood and spread with nowhere to go. Even more restrained with the two poles that were attached to either side of the metal posture collar around my neck.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t remember, my mind was blank as I focused on the black curtain that was the only barrier between myself and what I could only assume was a large group of people. I was completely naked, a chill brought goosebumps across my skin. The spotlight above me shone to life, each one illuminating myself and every other person on this row. The curtains didn’t open, but I could hear a voice clearly over the top of the crowd.
‘If everyone would like to take their seats.’ the voice was male, coming over the speakers. ‘We can begin the event.’ the chatter silenced, ‘tonight we have many lovely specimens for you and all are available for purchase.’
Purchase?! My mind screamed.
‘Our rules are simple. Once the curtains are opened you may view the merchandise. If you wish to touch please use the gloves provided. The platforms move and our security will be able to move them into the positions you require. There are 10 pieces available for purchase today. Half an hour looking. Enjoy.’
As soon as he finished the sentence the curtains were pulled open, light blinding my vision. In the blur I could only see the shapes of people as they came towards me, a mixture of male and female silhouettes stood before, muttering quietly to one another. They moved in and out of my eyeline, each one smirking as their eyes scanned me, either writing something down or whispering to their assistant or partner. Two men stood in front of me, both muttering to one another and chuckling, behind them I could see waitresses. All of them were women, all wore skimpy outfits with their hands folded behind them back, hands clasping their elbows. The trays were secured to their waist with a metal belt, chains on the end attached to the collar they wore to keep it straight. They were elegant as they walked, bending their knees to lower themselves so that guests would reach for their drink from their seats, not saying a word as they walked around.
I was too busy paying attention to the waitresses to notice what was happening around me until it was too late. My platform was spun around quickly, my mind becoming fuzzy from the speed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a muscled man in a t-shirt, not as smartly dressed as the other guests, but he clearly wasn’t a guest. I saw him pull a small metal pin out of the pole by my wrist and watched him as he walked around to do the same on the other side. My eyes widened as he grabbed the top half of the pole and began to lower my front half down, bending me over in full view of whoever was standing in front of me. To my horror, my body complied, bending forward at the waist. I tried to cry out but nothing came. No words, no screams, nothing.
I flinched when I felt gloved hands on my skin, grabbing handfuls of my ass and pulling it open to reveal my asshole and pussy. I couldn’t make out what they were saying as they held my ass open, all I could do was stare at the security guard that stood in front of me, waiting for the next order. I wanted to scream when I felt a single finger press against my pussy, pushing inside me and pulling out again. I wanted to scream even more when I realised my body had betrayed me, his finger leaving my pussy glistening with wetness. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop any tears, whatever was happening my body was enjoying it. My eyes shot open when the same finger pushed against the ring of my ass, the muscle yielding to the lubricant from my pussy and pushing in. I had never had more than a finger in my ass before, and the announcer clearly knew this.
‘She’s a tight one isn’t she?’ the accouncer spoke, coming into my eyeline. ‘She is one of our rarer pieces. A virgin asshole, a barely used pussy and mouth. Perfect for modeling into your perfect slave.’
‘Yes.’ a male voice came from behind me, ‘but that can also mean she’s a tough nut to crack, how compliant is she all ready?’
‘She has already been through the stages today. Her compliance is astounding, always assured.’ I assumed the man behind me nodded and the security grabbed the pole, pulling my top back up to the standing position and bolting me in place, turning the platform back to the front. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t move, couldn’t cry out, my body and mind betrayed me. Nothing did as it was supposed.
A few more men and women passed me, disappearing out of my eye line as they walked behind me, fingers poking and prodding at my skin, the odd finger pushing into my pussy. One by one they sat down in their seat again, by this time my arousal was leaking down my thighs.
The announcer took his place at centre stage again, this time holding a long heavy pole.
‘I trust everyone has had their fair look at the pieces available tonight, I hope you are ready to empty your pockets.’ he paused for a moment as a platform was rolled to the center of the stage. This woman wasn’t in the same apparatus as I was. She wasn’t in anything, she stood still with her hands clasped behind her back but completely free of any chains.
‘This one is already fully trained, all holes available and almost the perfect submissive. Trained by our own staff all she needs is your rules to make her the perfect slave. We start the bidding at 10,000.’
‘12,000.’ One voice shouted above the crowd.
‘15!’ another. The price was rising higher and higher, each number that was shouted the announcer would bang the pole on the ground, signalling he heard. It slowly quietened when the bidding hit 35,000.
‘37,000 going once? Twice? Sold!’ he shouted, a man at the back of the room stood. The girl stepped down from the platform with the help of the announcer and immediately dropped to her knees, crawling through the room to where the man stood waiting.
‘Next up is a brand new piece. Untrained, but her compliance is astounding, she’ll be your perfect submissive in no time.’ My platform was pushed forward into the light. ‘Virgin asshole, tight pussy, a mouth unsullied. Perfect for training into submission. A rarity of course means a higher price tag-’
‘35,000.’ One voice shouted.
‘40!’ another. I couldn’t tell where the voices were coming from, but the numbers kept getting higher. Soon they hit triple digits.
‘125,000!’ a female voice shouted.
‘150’ a male voice shouted over hers. It became a bidding war between them both, neither willing to give up. Until finally the male shouted.
‘400,000!’ The room became silent.
‘Going once…. Going Twice… SOLD! 400,000 our highest bid yet!’ He banged to pole on the ground, signalling the sale. Whatever had happened. Whatever was going to happen in the future. I was at his mercy….