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Clegg called me the following day. “Good
job on the Hollis pick up,” he said. “Knew I could rely on
you.”
“Well, I’m not sure I’m suited to field
operations. It wasn’t quite as straight forward as it should have been.”
“No,” said Freddie. “So I heard. Still
never mind. Harry seemed to think you did all right, all things considered. It
ended up clean, That’s the main thing. Anyway – Sales
Centre – you said you wanted to see it. Suggest you get up there today. That’s
if your headache is better.”
I could almost hear the smirk. “Fine. Thanks. I’ll get on my way,” I said.
The Sales Centre looked impressive from the
moment I first saw it. It was a large, modern, building clad in stainless
steel, overlooking a lake and parkland. It looked like a very upmarket car
dealership and the Ferraris parked in front certainly added to that impression.
I’d been invited to watch an auction. By
the time I arrived the buyers were already in place, chatting away one to
another. The first lot was already on the block – my erstwhile girl friend,
Rebecca.
The auctioneer was standing on a small
podium to one side of a stage. “Gentlemen, welcome. Our first lot this morning
is #06/078, caucassian, 24 year old female, fully
trained as a flight attendant, fluent in French and German as well as her
native English. Recently acquired and prepared to level one. You’ll see in your
catalogue that…. “
Rebecca was sitting passively on a stool in
the middle of a raised stage, her hands clasped loosely together in her lap,
make up perfect. She was staring blankly ahead across the group of buyers that
were lounging on couches in of the platform. She seemed almost unaware of her
surroundings. She was wearing her Atlantic Airlines cabin crew uniform. The
dark blue jacket and skirt were clean and pressed, her white blouse starched
and fresh, her forage cap perched on immaculately back-combed and lacquered
hair.
“78,” the auctioneer called, “if you could
let these gentlemen see you move please.”
Rebecca looked across of the auctioneer and
got slowly to her feet. Without a word she walked slowly from left to right
across the stage, turned to face the buyers and then walked back to stand
beside the stool. As she did so I realised that the heels she was wearing were
higher than anything she’d have normally worn on-board and her skirt had been
altered to make it narrower, giving her walk an agreeable wiggle.
“Your jacket, please,” the auctioneer said.
Rebecca slipped the jacket from her shoulders and placed it neatly on the
stool. “And turn, please.” Rebecca turned around, giving the audience a good
view of her body. “Open the blouse.” She stood still and unfastened the buttons
of her blouse without protest. As she let it fall open I could see that she was
wearing a white under-wired bra that was presenting her tits to the best
advantage. She normally wore something with a softer line. I had to admit I
preferred the new look. She let her hands fall to her side. “And
the skirt, please.” She unfastened the waist band and stepped out of her
skirt, placing it on top of her jacket. She was wearing stockings, a plain
white garter belt and white panties. These guys evidently know how to get a
girl to do what they want, I thought. I’d been trying without success to get
Rebecca to wear stockings ever since I met her, but then I hadn’t tried
shutting her up naked in a cage as a way of convincing her that I had the right
ideas about how she should look. I wondered if they’d had her on the fellatio
trainer too. “And turn again.” Rebecca did as she was told. I looked at the
group of buyers, they were nodding approvingly. “There we are, gentlemen. I
think you’ve all had the opportunity to examine this lot. I have a number of
initial offers so I would like to start the bidding at $60,000, Eu72,500 or 6.9M Yen.”
There was a flurry of response in the room.
Bids ran quickly up to $90,000 but then slowed. The auctioneer walked over to
where Rebecca was standing. “Come along, gentlemen, please,” he said “I’m sure
we can do better than that.” He clicked his fingers and pointed to the floor.
Rebecca dropped obediently to her knees. “Very responsive, you see gentlemen
and with some unique skills from her airline training.”
One of the bidders to my left was muttering
into a mobile phone. He waived his catalogue to indicate a further bid. More
bids followed and the price skittered up to $130,000 before stalling again.
“Are we all done, gentlemen?” the auctioneer asked. “It’s in the room at
$130,000 Against you, sir,” he nodded to the man on
the mobile phone. “For the last time, at $130,000. No
more?” The man with the mobile phone shook his head. “$130,000
then.” Rebecca peered into the audience, looking scared. She looked back
towards the auctioneer as the gavel came down. “Sold!
Thank you.”
As soon as the gavel came down a man
appeared on the platform with a pair of handcuffs. He waited for the few
moments that Rebecca took to get dressed before cuffing her wrists behind her.
The auctioneer said, “Client 1033.” The man wrote the number on a label and
fastened it to the collar around Rebecca’s neck. He grasped her arm and led her
from the stage. The auctioneer turned back to the audience. “Our next lot is
#06/082,” he said as another girl was led onto the stage.
The buyer who had been successful in his
bid for Rebecca got up from his seat. He was a thin man, a little shorter than
me, blinking short sightedly at his surroundings. I
approached him as he went to leave the room. “I wonder if I could have a word,”
I said.
He looked at me myopically, peering through
thick lensed glasses. “Yes,,
Yes, of course. You’re Clegg’s new man, aren’t you?”
“Err, yes, Larry, Larry Ross” I replied,
surprised that news of my appointment had been shared with Clegg’s clients.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “Clegg and I go back
a long way. He told me he was bringing in someone to help with the business.
I’ll be interested to see what you make of it. I’ve been buying here for years
and I’ve had some good pieces from him. This one’s going to be handy for my new
business jet.”
“Were you pleased with the price?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, “not bad at all. I thought
it was going to be even better at one point but that phone bidder kicked it up
a bit. That’s what I like about Clegg’s sales, there’s
often quite a small number of buyers. Means that prices
stay sensible if you get my drift.”
I nodded, hoping to get him to talk further
but he made his excuses to go.
“I’m sorry, I really need to go and arrange
shipment details for that young lady. There’s another lot I’m interested in a
little later on and I’d hate to miss it.”
“Of course,” I said. “I don’t mean to hold
you up. Enjoy your purchase.”
“Thank you,” he said. “I really think I
will.”
I watched as some more lots went under the hammer. Each time the girl was brought out, told to exhibit herself by removing some or all of her clothes and then subjected to the humiliation of hearing the bids called out.
The auction came to and end. The buyers
began to disperse.
I heard a voice behind me. “Larry, can I
have a word.” It was the auctioneer. “Hi,” he said, “we haven’t been introduced
yet. I’m Brian – I run the Sales Centre, Freddie asked me to look after you.”
“Well thanks Brian. The auction seemed to
go OK.”
“Yeah, not too bad. We could have done with a few more buyers. The prices weren’t all
I’d hoped for. Still, the stewardess fetched a good price. Better than
expected.”
I thought back to what her buyer had said.
I wondered who had the better idea. I said, “This is a pretty impressive
place.”
“Glad you think so,” said Brian. “Come and see some of the stock.” He gestured to the door that the girls had been brought through. We walked down a corridor similar to the one at the reception centre, its glass panels looking into a series of cells. Given that a sale had just finished I was surprised by how many girls were still there.
Brian suggested that we stopped by one of the cells and listened in. There were three of them in there; all naked and chained but not gagged. They each wore a collar from which a chain ran to a ring set in the wall. On a low table in one corner of their cell stood four beakers and four metal plates that held the remains of a meal. Brian flicked a switch on the wall and a speaker crackled into life above our heads. The girl sitting on the floor with her back to us was speaking, the others looking at her. “…. after all if that’s what needed.”
“No, Sally,” a dumpy brunette standing opposite her folded her arms. “Can’t you see that‘s just giving in to them?”
“We’re not supposed to use names,” a redhead standing beside Sally said. “Please don’t use names, they might be listening.”
“And you,” the brunette was scornful, “you’re every bit as much help to them as you can be, Anna and what are you getting for it? Is your chain any longer than mine? Is your collar not as tight as mine? Are you raped less often?”
Anna hung her head. “No, no. It’s just that we should do as we are told. It will be easier for us.”
“Easier for them, you mean. You can give up your name if you like. I’ll hang on to mine as long as I can.”
“Why weren’t we sold today? There was a sale today, I’m sure.”
“Who the fuck knows? What does it matter, Sally? What does it matter? We’re still here. Maybe we can get out of here.”
“Perhaps it’s because you’re so difficult.” Anna spoke out. “They’ll keep us here until you’re ready to do what they want. And don’t talk about trying to get away, they’ll punish us if you try to get away. They’ll punish us if we talk about trying to get away.”
The brunette span around as the cell door opened and two guards entered. Without a word one wrenched her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together. The other jammed a plug gag into her mouth and strapped it tightly in place. “You know the rules, 201,” he said. “No names.” She tried to kick out at him, earning a slap in the face for her trouble. The man holding her arms pushed her down in a corner of the cell. He walked across to Anna. “Thanks for the tip off, darling,” he said as the two of them left the cell locking the girls in once more.
Anna looked confused. Sally said, “How could you? How could you?”
“I didn’t. Really I didn’t,” Anna replied as Sally moved away from her.
The brunette grunted angrily into her gag.
“Did she?” I asked Brian.
“No, I shouldn’t think so,” he replied. “It’s just the sort of thing the guards will do to break them up and break their spirit. They’ll have heard them talking on the monitors.”
“Shouldn’t they be a bit more docile than that after orientation? I mean the others that I’ve seen are really disorientated.”
“Well, yes, they would be usually but if we’re holding them until a specific buyer is available then we do some of the orientation here. I’m not sure what’s gone on there but they’re probably due for another week or so here. Maybe I’ll talk to the Prep Centre.”
We moved on to another room. “I thought I’d give you a buyer’s experience,” Brian said. “I’ve had a few girls put into the display area where the buyers get to check out the lots before an auction and then we’ll have one of the girls brought in for a pre-sale interview.. As far as she’s concerned you’re a potential new owner. It’ll give you a chance to see how we set things up for customers. Are you happy with that?”
“Yeah, that sounds fine. I’m sure I can project myself into the mind of one of your customers. Where’s the display area?”
Brian pointed to another featureless door. “Through there,” he said. “Come on, I’ll show you.” He opened the door to a brightly lit room.
Along the left hand side of the room as we entered were five diagonal crosses of wood on the facing wall were another five, identical to the first except that four of these were each occupied by a naked and shackled girl. With their hands cuffed above their heads, one to each upper arm of the cross and their legs spread with their ankles cuffed to each of the lower arms, they were completely exposed and accessible to the prospective buyers.
Brian showed me each of the girls in turn. “An interesting selection,” he said. “The results of a visit by one of our teams to a shopping mall. We ‘borrowed’ one of the dress shops there that caters for young ladies like these. Dresses for those looking for something a little daring to go clubbing in perhaps or to impress a prospective boyfriend. We made a few adjustments to the arrangements of the changing rooms and we were able to collect these delightful specimens. I think you’ll find them to your taste.”
“Let’s see,” I said walking up to the first and youngest looking girl. She looked terrified as I gripped her chin and turned her head from side to side, examining her face. “Hmm, a bit of acne I see.”
“Ah,” said Brian, “often a problem with diet for girls of this age. You’ll find that will clear up with a normal slave’s feeding regime.”
I took hold of a hank of her auburn hair. “This feels a bit oily to me and the hair seems quite brittle.”
“Yes, said Brian, again changing the feeding regime will help that and of course she colours her hair. I’m sure you’ll either be using better stylists than she could afford or returning her to her natural colour or keeping her shaved. I don’t think that should be a problem.”
“Maybe not,” I said. I moved my hand back to her face. “Eyes look clear enough though.”
Brian looked at the number on the tag attached to the girls collar and consulted the list on the clip board he as holding. “Let’s see. Yes, perfect vision without glasses or contact lenses, this one.”
I let go of her chin and let my hands run down to her breasts. They were pleasantly full, with perky nipples that stiffened to the touch and wide dark areolas. “And these are real?” I asked, bringing a whimper from the girl.
“Quiet you!” Brian admonished. “Yes, not enhanced as far as we can tell. It’s quite unusual to find much surgery done on girls under twenty five.”
The next captive was less cooperative. She hung her head sullenly as I approached her. “Look up,” barked Brian grabbing her by the hair and jerking her head up.
“Now this one is of eastern extraction. Indian or Paksistani?”
“Bangladeshi,” said Brian consulting his
clipboard. “Parents originally from Rangpur but she’s
British, born and brought up in
“Bright girl then?”
“Yes. We don’t routinely IQ test them but it’s reckoned that a medical graduate typically has an IQ of 125.”
I ran my hands across her breasts and down across her belly to her crotch, she tried to avoid my touch, struggling against the cuffs that held her spread-eagled on the cross, “Well that may actually be a drawback for what I have in mind for whichever I purchase. Still she’s got quite a nice taut body. Looks like she kept herself fit. Maybe the athleticism compensates for the brain power.” The girl scowled at me as we walked on to the next. “You said that you ‘borrowed’ the shop. Can I take it that you acquired the staff as well?”
Brian smirked. “Yes indeed,” he said. “One of the team ‘entertained’ three of them in the stock room while three of our girls ran the shop on their behalf. The staff were a bit the worse for wear when we got them back – it was hard for our man to keep his hands off them ‘cos they’d been stripped of their uniforms for our girls. We drove them all off in the shop’s van at the end of the day. We took the stock as well, cleaned the place out. These little shops are closing down all the time. No one thinks too much about it.”
The next girl was more an advert for fast food outlets than health food shops. She had full breasts that certainly wouldn’t pass the pencil test, a thick waist and heavy thighs. In spite of this she returned my appraising looks with an earthy, sexual gaze. She writhed appreciatively as I pinched and squeezed at her nipples. “This one,” I said, “might be useful. What’s her background?”
“Bit of a young entrepreneur, that one. Started up her own business with a network of office cleaners.”
“Excellent, excellent,” I said. She looked hopeful. “I need someone to keep the place clean, and this one will look good corseted into a maid’s uniform. She won’t need much training in what’s required, will she?”
“Bastard!” the girl exclaimed pulling against the straps that stretched her out on the wooden cross. “I’m no skivvy!”
“You’re told not to talk to the buyers,” Brian barked slapping her face.
“That’s all right,” I said, warming to my part. “A little spirit goes a long way. I find it’s easier to break the competent to my will than to teach the incompetent. She’ll see sense, I’m sure.”
She growled but said nothing. The next girl was more distressed than angry. She tried to keep still as I ran my hands testingly over her body but it was evident that she was having to try hard to suppress a reaction.
“This one is more docile,” Brian advised. “The marks from her beatings have more or less healed. She needed rather more encouragement than is usual.” I could see that there were still raised lines on the inside of her thighs but she did not try to pull away as I touched the bruised area.
“Hmm,” I said seemingly uninterested. “I’m not so keen on these shorter girls. I suppose she good be used for breeding stock. What do you think?”
“She not been pregnant that we know of,” Brian said, “but she’s fertile enough. Her periods have been disrupted since she came here, but that’s not uncommon. She could be useful if you’re looking to breed.”
“Well, thank you,” I said. “I’ve seen
enough for now.” Brian smiled and showed me out. “That was useful. Who decided
to do the shop raid? Actually, who chooses the targets generally? I mean, how
do you decide which girls to pick up?
“Ah, good question,” said Brian, “I hadn’t thought about it all that much, I just do the selling. I guess it’s the snatch squads. Sometimes Freddie comes up with an idea but mainly it’s the squads themselves, I think………” That seemed a bit odd to me but I let it pass. We went into another room. ”We’ve set up a face to face sales interview here,” Brian explained. “The sort of thing all the girls have to do if there’s a client that seems particularly interested after seeing them in the display hall. The girl we’ve chosen is due to start sales interviews this week so she should be as ready as they usually are.”
“Bring her in,” I said, “let’s see how she acquits herself.”
A young woman, about twenty five years old was brought in by one of the guards, led by a leash from her collar. She was dressed in a simple black dress with long sleeves and a skirt that stretched to just above her knees. She was carrying a small back case in hands that were cuffed in front of her. Her hair was dark and wavy; long, it hung to below her shoulders. Her skin was pale, dark eyebrows, dark eyes, and full red lips stretched around the ball that gagged her. I looked at her body. Her dress wasn’t doing her any favours but it looked as if she might have a reasonable figure underneath it. She was wearing black tights or stockings and high heels. Her legs looked OK.
Brian put a file on the table in front of me. “This is 05/179,” he said. “I think you’ll find she has the profile you’re looking for.”
“Hmm,” I said getting to my feet. “I’m not so sure.” The girl looked concerned as I approached her. “It’s hard to tell if she’s got much of a body.” I took the case from her and put it on the desk. I lifted her skirt. She was wearing stockings. She had no pants on. I had a good view of her neatly trimmed bush. I dropped her skirt. The girl looked relieved. I sat down and looked across at Brian. “So what’s the sales pitch for this one?” I asked.
“She can do that herself,” said Brian getting up and loosening off the girl’s gag.
She shook her head as the ball came free of her mouth. “Thank you, Sir,” she said, automatically.
“See,” said Brian, “she’s had her initial orientation training. You’ll find her appropriately respectful. Stand up straight girl and answer the questions.”
I turned to the girl. “Well, you’d better tell me about yourself, if you’re looking for a new owner as I hear.”
“Yes, Sir,” the girl replied. “I’m number 05/179, I’m 24 years old, British born. I speak French and Italian as well and English. I have a degree in music and I was most recently a clarinettist in a classical wind quintet.”
“Sexual experience?” The girl blushed. “I mean before you came here, I imagine you’ve had plenty during your orientation; that doesn’t count.”
“I’ve had two lovers, Sir. One shortly after I went to university and the other a year ago. I don’t really consider myself sexually experienced but I am sure that I can be trained to be a good slave in that way.”
“Men or women?”
“I’m sorry, Sir?”
“Your lovers. Were they men or women?”
“Oh, I see, men Sir, both of them. I’ve never, well, been, with a woman. Not even here. But, Sir if that was what you required of course I would…”
I cut her off, “Yes, of course you would. I was interested in actual experiences however.”
She looked abashed and hung her head. “No, Sir,” she said.
“Never mind. That needn’t be a problem. You play clarinet?”
“Yes, Sir. That’s my instrument,” she pointed to the case on the desk. “I could play for you if you like. If my hands can be freed.” She held her hands out towards me.
“I would like that, girl,” I said. Brian got up and unlocked the girl’s cuffs. She moved to pick up the clarinet. “Take off your dress first.”
She looked shocked but composed herself quickly. She reached behind her back and unzipped the dress. She shrugged it from her shoulders and it felt to the floor about her ankles.
“And the bra,” I said. She unclipped the front fastening of her bra and pulled it off. She stepped out of her dress and put it and the bra on a chair beside the desk. “Not too bad,” I said, giving her an appraising look. “All right, get on with it.”
She reached for the pieces of the clarinet and put them together. She took a reed from the case and wetted it between her lips before fitting it in place. She put the mouthpiece between her lips and sucked at it.
“That’s a useful skill apart from her music,” Brian prompted. “Show us!” The girl gave a frightened look but then started to suck and lick at the clarinet as if it were a man’s cock. She reached down with the clarinet and pushed it into her cunt before returning it to her mouth and repeating her lascivious performance.
“Now, that I like,” I said. “And you thought I couldn’t appreciate skilled musicianship. All right, enough of that, let’s hear you play.”
She started with the wailing opening of Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue. It was almost enough to make me leap the desk and fuck her there and then. I restrained myself, sitting quietly, absorbing the music. She was lost in concentration, appeared to have forgotten that all she was wearing was a pair of shoes, stockings and a leather collar. She moved on to a classical piece. I’m no expert but it could have been Mozart. Then back to jazz, with a couple of Sidney Bechet tracks. I was enjoying it, which wasn’t really the point. I waved her to stop. “OK,” I said, “that’ll do.”
She stood quietly, licking her lips, breathing slowly. “Should I put my cuffs back on?” she asked. I nodded, she put her clarinet back in the case and locked the cuffs back around her wrists
“All right, tell me how you come to be here.”
She looked across questioningly at Brian. He nodded.
“Err, I was kidnapped, Sir.” She said, in a husky tone.
“I imagined so, girl. I hardly thought you had put yourself up for sale. Tell me how.”
“Oh, I see. But… Oh, I hate to remember it.” She put her hands to her face.
“Listen young lady,” I said sternly, “your life became your owner’s property from that point on. You’ll tell me willingly or you’ll suffer for it.”
“No, please. I don’t want to be hurt any more. I’ll tell you. Listen. I got an email. It was from the leader of our quintet. Or I thought it was. It asked me to go to a new rehearsal room that evening. We were preparing for a concert. This was somewhere I hadn’t been before. The street was dark. There were two other musicians standing outside the hall, a man and a woman in a cape. I didn’t recognise them. We stood around waiting for the hall to open. A car pulled into the road, drove up and stopped alongside us. And…” She faltered.
“Go on,” I urged, “continue.”
The girl swallowed. “The woman took off her cloak and threw it over my head. They pushed me into the car and drove off. It was all so quick, I didn’t have a chance too cry out or anything. They tied me up and pushed me down on the floor of the car and just drove away. They put something in my mouth and taped it shut. I couldn’t cry out. It happened in moments. One minute I was waiting to play, the next I was on my way here.”
“And then? Your training. Have you been trained?”
“Well, Sir, I know I am only starting to learn. I know that I have to do all I am told by my owner. I think you will find me obedient and willing to please.”
“Hmm, perhaps. Turn around again for me. Put your hands on your head, I want a clear view.”
She did as I asked, still evidently embarrassed by her virtual nakedness.
I turned to Brian. “I’m not sure that she’s really what I’m looking for,” I said.
She fell to her knees as I got up to leave, grabbing out at my ankles. “Oh, please,” she said, “please, you must buy me. I’ll be punished if they think I haven’t done a good enough job of selling myself, please you must understand. I cannot stay here.”
I looked down at the naked musician sprawled at my feet. “You’ll need a more convincing reason than that, girl. No one is going to take you on just because you want to leave here. They’ll buy you if they think that you’re the most useful for them. Now let go. You’ll be taken back to your cell.”
Brian and I left the room with the girl still on the floor sobbing. We looked back in through the one-way glass panel as a guard appeared to return her. He jammed the gag back into her mouth and hauled her to her feet before ordering her to pick up her clarinet case and clothes. He clipped her leash to her collar and hauled her back out of the room.
“How was that,” said Brian.
“Interesting,” I said.
“You should come in and do that for all the girls,” Brian said. “They could do with a practice run through before meeting real customers.”
“It would be worth doing,” I said, “but I’m going to be busy. Why don’t you get some of your own team to do it?”
“Yeah,” said Brian. “Yeah, maybe I will.” I was unconvinced.
It was then I bumped into Harry. “You doing anything tomorrow morning?” he said.
“No,” I said, “nothing special. Why?”
“Let’s just say I’m embarrassed about your last little try out on operations. I thought you could use some practice.”
“I dunno Harry. I don’t want to cause any more problems.”
“Don’t worry about it. We all had to start somewhere. I’m taking another snatch trainee out. It may even be useful just for you to watch.”
“OK,” I said warily. I guessed I needed to see more of that side of things.
“Great,” said Harry, tossing me a small
back pack. “Get yourself familiar with the contents of this goody bag and meet
us in the parking area at
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