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The Auction Block Chapters 3 and 4
Chapter 3 June 19th
8:00 PM
Hours later Kate and Nikki awakened in their cells. Each girl was now wearing a chastity belt, which had been installed immediately after the shaving. This seemed to infuriate Kate more than Nikki, who desperately wanted to rub her still ice-cold pussy. Nikki got up to stare out of the tiny hole in her cell door and attempted to scream for help. Moments later her door was opened by a slender Japanese girl who introduced herself as “#277”.
This girl certainly did not appear to be a guard. She was much too petite for that. Her tight silver latex bikini and matching slave collar indicated that she was probably not there of her own free will either, yet she was free to roam the halls?
#277 introduced herself: "Please keep quiet. The last thing that you want to do is draw the attention of the guards. Sometimes, when they are provoked, they can do horrible things to you.”
“Who are you, what are you doing here?” demanded Nikki.
“I am sure that you have many questions and I will try to answer whatever I can for you. I too am a captive here. I was kidnapped months ago and brought to this place. I have no idea where we are. Now I am known as #277.”
“What is your real name?” asked Nikki.
“I am not allowed to use my old name, and neither well you be. We are all assigned numbers when we are first brought to this place. I see you are #311. It is best to get used to that name as that is what you will be called from now on.”
“How long have you been here?” asked Kate from the other cell.
“I do not know. I think it has been several months at least, I think. We have no way of knowing for sure, as we are forbidden to go outside and there are no windows here to help us tell night from day. There are no clocks here either. I think it is all part of their plan to disorient us.”
Kate took a moment to digest this unfortunate information before #277 continued. “All I can remember is that one-minute I was dancing at a club with my friends, and the next I was grabbed from the bathroom, taken to the alley and thrown into a van. They kept me blindfolded and handcuffed the whole way. It seemed like I was it that van forever. When we finally arrived, they threw me in a cell and then started what they call the training process the very next day.”
“That is what they are doing to us.” Added Kate. “This morning they took both of us to down to some horrible room to have our pussies shaved and then they threw us back in these cells where we have been sitting all day.”
“I can promise you tomorrow will be worse the today, and they day after that worse yet. Someone will be in here shortly to tell you what this is all about.”
“Can’t you please tell us now?” Nikki demanded.
“I am not allowed to discuss that with you, it is strictly forbidden, they will tell you soon I am certain.”
“Please, I have to know, what are they going to do to us?” The older girl pleaded.
“I can not tell you any more. Madam Hardings will be in here shortly to help answer your questions. I am sure you have many more then I can answer.” As if on queue, the door to Kate’s cell opened and a 50 something year old lady entered.
“Run along #277, I need to spend some time alone with these two lovely young ladies.”
Kiko obediently complied and left Nikki’s cell.
Patricia Hardings was a plump 52-year-old woman with soft, delicate features, a marked contrast to the other more shapely women and decided younger women they had seen here. She was dressed very conservatively (another big contrast), in a dark colored, ankle length wool skirt and white blouse. She wore small reading glasses, which reminded Kate of her school librarian. If they had met her anywhere else, she could easily have passed for the mother of one of the girl’s friends. Her job here at Stonebriar was in fact to play the role of the confidant, someone that the girls would hopefully feel more comfortable confiding with, despite their obviously intimidating surroundings. A “Good Cop” type personality was an essential element for the success of Stonebriar, and Madam Hardings played that role to perfection.
“Hello girls, my name is Madam Hardings. I am the ombudswoman for Stonbriar. How are you both doing?”
Nikki, of course, was the first one to answer. “How the fuck do you think we are doing? Who the hell are you people? What the hell do you think you are doing to us?”
“Those are all good questions, my dear and I am going to do my very best to answer them. I must caution you though, don’t ever raise your voice to me, ever. I am the closet thing to a friend that you will ever have inside these walls.”
Sufficiently intimidated by that curt reply, Nikki wisely kept her mouth shut.
The older woman sat next to Kate on her tiny cot, as Nikki stood as close to the bars separating the two cells as the chain around her collar would allow.
“Now are we ready to listen?” Both girls nodded meekly. “Good, because unfortunately I don’t have a lot of time to spend with you this evening and I apologize. There are other girls here that I simply must attend to. But this is your second night here and because of your no doubt difficult morning spent with Commandant Stone you must have many questions. I think it is important that I spend a little time getting to know you and trying to explain exactly what is going on.”
“There is no easy way to tell you this ladies, so I am just going to direct with you from the very beginning, OK?”
Kate shifted away from the older woman on her cot, as Nikki remained silent, but focused intently on Madam Hardings. The heart rates of both girls went up considerably.
“As you have no doubt been told already, your step-mother Nancy, has arranged to have you brought here. Nancy works for our organization, as she has for some years now. Her job is to procure highly attractive young woman, by any and all means necessary, and to arrange for them to be brought to this facility.”
“For what reason?” Kate asked.
“I am going to get to that my sweet” she placed her hand on Kate’s left thigh. “But first you must understand, as you are probably beginning to already, that we are in absolute and total control here. Our actions over the last two days should have made that abundantly clear. But I want to make each of you again completely aware, and this will be reinforced time and time again, is that we are in total control of you at all times. There will be no chance of leaving this facility until we are ready to let you go. As you both undoubtedly remember, your father is in Asia on business for another two weeks, it will be at least that long before anyone realizes that you two are missing. That will give Nancy, and several of our other staff members, plenty of time to erase any traces of her whereabouts, and more importantly, yours.”
Both girls swallowed hard, this woman was probably correct. Who besides Nancy, who set this whole excursion up, would possibly have any idea where they had gone?
Madam Hardings looked at both of their faces, pausing to watch the two girls play that scenario over in their heads. Satisfied that they now understood the situation clearly, she continued.
“What I am about to tell you now, you must understand, is not easy for me. I am sure once you hear me say it, it will difficult to fully comprehend and understand. No matter how many times I have said it to other girls that have been brought here, it never gets any easier.” She paused again, for dramatic effect, and looked closely at each sister. Careful to make eye contact and knowing full well each of them was nervously hanging on her every word.
“What is going to happen to each of you over the next few months, is that you will be forcibly converted into lesbian sex slaves. And more importantly when that conversion is successfully completed, you will be auctioned off to the highest bidder!”
First there was a moment of stunned silence, there always was. Who in their right mind could possibly believe such a thing? Then the silence was broken by the usual question:
“You must be joking, you people are out of your minds!” This time uttered by the older girl, Nikki.
“I know it sounds hard fathom right now, I want to assure you though that I am deadly serious. Having your pussies shaved this morning, that was just the very first step of many that will be taken in order to get you acclimated here with what you should expect over the coming weeks and months. What my role here is to help make this very difficult and painful process go as smoothly as humanely possible. Your conversion into lesbian slavery is as inevitable as it is irreversible. My goal here is a simple one, to make this transition in your life go as easily as possible for both of you girls and the staff here alike. NO one wins when you choose to make things difficult.” The Madam patted Kate on the leg and started to walk away. “I will be visiting both of you every night. I know you will have many more questions, and I will try to answer all of them, but there are others here that need me tonight as well. Please try to get plenty of sleep, tomorrow is going to be a big day.”
She left Kate’s room and locked the door. Out in the hallway, she motioned to Kiko, waiting obediently outside the cell. “Give them a few minutes and then go back into #311’s cell.”
Chapter
4 June 18th 8:30 PM
Kiko waited the five minutes as ordered and entered Nikki’s cell. Both girls were of course hysterical.
Kiko spoke first, “I know it must be a shock for you to hear that, it was for me too. When Madame Hardings first told me that, I didn’t believe it. I thought she must be crazy.”
“How can we get out of here, will you help us? It seems that you are allowed to roam freely.” Inquired Nikki, finally able to compose herself for a moment.
“Of course I can’t help you. That is completely out of the question. I would be punished severely. I think it would be wise for both of you to forget about escaping; that I assure you is quite impossible. What both of you need to do now is start preparing yourself for what is going to happen tomorrow. The “treatments”, if you can call them that, are most unpleasant and you need to be focused on them, not on getting out of here.”
“What are you talking about? What they are going to do?” Kate begged.
“I wish I could tell you more, but I am again not allowed to discuss any actions with Level One slaves.”
“What do you mean Level One”?
“Level One girls are all new inmates. They are all new girls, like you, who are beginning to go through the break-in phase of your training. All girls brought here must go through it. The Mistress must be absolutely certain that you are ready to submit before sending you down to Level 2. No one goes into the chamber without agreeing to it first, no one. This will be the most difficult part of your stay here. These next few weeks you will be repeatedly subjected to cruel and unusual torments designed to break your body as well as your spirit.” The girls stared on in disbelief. #277 was so matter-of-fact in her manner; it sent chills down both of their spines.
“What happens after that? What is Level 2?” Nikki managed to ask, still not believing her ears.
“I gave into them. I had to we all do eventually. I knew that I could not escape and there was no hope of being rescued. It was the hardest decision I ever had to make in my life, but finally I agreed to surrender myself, and my body to them. It was the scariest decision I ever made, and it will be for you too. Every girl brought here must make that decision for herself. They will keep punishing you until you give into them. Once I did, Madam Hardings told me that everything would be all right, and it has been. I am now a special liaison here on Level One; I get to meet all new girls when they are first brought in. It is an important job. I work for Madam Hardings. We both want to help you, and all the other new girls, adjust to your new environment here. It is difficult; I know that as well as anyone as I have been through it. It doesn’t have to be so bad if you accept it as I did. I will help you in any way that I can, but my primary goal is to make you sure you understand that resisting serves no one. It is best to give them what they want.”
The girls sat in their cells both unable to speak, #277 was not surprised. Most of the girls she had this little talk with were too stunned to say anything, so she continued: “I will stay here until Mistress is satisfied my training is complete and I am ready to be sold at the auction. When the right buyer is found, I will be shipped off to my new owner. I look forward to it. It is what I have been trained to do."
At last Nikki stood up and glared at the Japanese girl and shook her head. She would never give in like this cowardly little oriental bitch. Kate, however, wasn't nearly as convinced; she was by no means as tough her older sister.
The younger girl then asked: "Why us?"
“I asked that question too, many times. ‘Why me?’ I was given the same answer every time; I was young and pretty and had a look that other women would surely find desirable. I was told that the world is full of rich lesbians that are willing to pay anything for those girls with these qualities.”
"Kate, stop talking to her!!!” screamed Nikki. “She is the enemy; she only wants to hurt us. We will get out of here, I promise."
#277 didn’t argue, she didn’t say anything; she merely nodded and smiled to herself at such a naive comment. She exited the cell, locking the door behind her.
The sisters walked over to the bars separating their cells and attempted to hold hands, but the chains attached to their collars would not stretch far enough, another cruel psychological ploy devised by the Mistress. Nikki tried to whisper words of encouragement to her sister, to be strong, but even she was beginning to have her doubts.
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