The Auction Block

Chapter 11 June 30th 6:00 AM

Nikki awoke hours later, still chained and dangling from the ceiling.  She glanced through the bars into her sister Kate's cell.  There she could see her little sister being lifted onto a gurney and bound into place.  She made brief eye contact with Kate before the evil Kiko, who was sitting on the cot in her sister’s cell, slipped a blindfold over Kate and helped to wheel her out of the room, chuckling as she went.  The Commandant now entered Nikki's cell.  She lowered the winch and released her from her bonds before carrying Nikki over to her bed.  "I'm sorry that #277 got so carried away with you last night.  But you must understand she is only trying to help you.   By speeding up your submission to us, we hope to get both of you girls trained and sold off quickly.  Then you will be out of here forever, I know how much you want that, don’t you?  There may even be the possibility we could find an owner who would be willing to purchase both of you.  Wouldn’t that be nice?”

What was the right answer Nikki wondered to herself?  She was now facing the very real possibility that she would never see Kate again.  If she fought on for any length of time, as she was sure she could, then Kate would almost certainly be sold before her, was that really in her best interests?

The Commandant looked down at the poor girl, no doubt seeing the pretty young thing work the horrible dilemma through her head.  She placed her hand softly on Nikki’s cheek as a tear rolled out of her eye.  “You don’t have to answer me now my dear, but soon you too will have a decision to make.  Perhaps your mind will be clearer when your sister comes back.  Tonight is very important to all us; I now must leave to check on her progress.  When #312 comes back to her cell tonight, she will be fully converted into a lesbian and I am sure eager to begin her new life as a slave."

Chapter 12   June 30th 11:00 PM

Hours and hours went by, as Nikki paced back and forth in her cell until exhaustion finally forced her to her bed for an uncomfortable sleep.  The loud creaking of the door being opened to adjoining cell finally awakened her.  Nikki sprung up off her bed to see Kate being led into her cell on a leash by the Mistress.  Kate was now wearing a loose fitting gown and was now no longer shackled.  She had an empty and hollow look in her eyes, one in which Nikki had never seen before from her sister.  She attempted to speak to Kate but got no response.

"#311, you will be pleased to know that your sister’s conversion was a complete success.  She is now ready to begin learning how to become a good lesbian slave. Right #312?"  The young girl nodded obediently but weakly to her Mistress. 

"Let’s show your dear sweet sister how much you have learned already, shall we?”

Without further prompting, the newly converted slave dropped to her knees, bowed her head submissively and placed her hands behind her back.  The Mistress was absolutely delighted at what a quick learner Kate had become.  She then lowered her black latex panties, revealing her own perfectly shaved cunt.  Natasha slid them down her thighs before letting them drop to the floor.  That was Kate’s queue to raise her head up.

“You know what you what you must do #312.” the Mistress commanded. 

Kate somewhat apprehensively inched her knees forward, arched her head back and then pressed her face firmly onto the Mistress’ pussy.  Slowly she began to lick her.  The Mistress placed her right hand firmly behind Kate's head, as the young beauty continued to lick away.  Cries from Nikki to her sister ordering her to stop went unheeded, it was clear to everyone that Kate answered only to the Mistress now.  Moments later Natasha came, but she kept Kate’s face buried between her legs, before at last releasing the girl. She enjoyed keeping the new girls faces between her legs to let the new slaves get used to the taste of a woman. 

"Not bad, my dear girl, for your first time.  You have much to learn however before we can place you in the auction."

The Mistress pulled up her panties and patted Kate on the head before helping her to her feet and kissing her softly on the lips.  "Your new owner will expect you to learn how to lick her pussy better than anyone has ever done it before.  That is one of the reasons why we have so many repeat customers.  They know that can't purchase girls anywhere else that can perform as well and as obediently as the ones that we train here.  Commandant Burke will help you learn this art, and many other ways to please your new owner.  I think you will find this part of your training much more enjoyable then what goes on here on Level One."

“Yes Mistress, I am very much looking forward to learning.”  Kate nodded her head at the Mistress and followed her out of the cell, leash still around her neck.  Nikki looked on, powerless to do anything, tears now streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks.  She now had to live with the fact that when it mattered most, she had failed her sister. 

That night was by far her most difficult one in captivity.  Nikki was unable to get it out of her mind that her sister had broken down and succumbed to them.  She was certain it was all part of their plan, to break Kate in front of her own eyes. The Commandant, as sad as it was for Nikki to accept, was probably right.  There was a high degree of likelihood that she may never see Kate again if she fought them.  But then again there was no guarantee that she would be with her anyway even if she co-operated fully.   She could only be certain of one thing; whatever decision she made would not be easy.  These women were cold, heartless bitches, concerned only about money.  There was no doubt in Kate’s mind that she and Nikki were going to be sold to the highest bidder period.

It was after that sleepless night, after much soul searching on her tiny cot, that she had made up her mind.  She would fight them, with every last ounce of strength in her body.  She would never give in, no matter how great the pain, no matter what they did to her.  She would never give in to them.  The thought of being forced to lick another woman’s cunt was just something that she would never be made to do.  She would never become a lesbian slave!!

Chapter 13   July 5th 9:00 PM

A young Latino girl now occupied the cell next to her.  Nikki was delighted that with a new person in the next cell, they had stopped forcing the gag into her mouth.  She finally had a chance to talk with someone other then Kiko, who had indeed been sold at the auction a few nights ago, or Madam Hardings, who kept coming into her cell night after night just to “talk”.   Nikki wasted no time in introducing herself.  The new slave’s name was Maria.  She was a stunning girl, only 19 as it turned out, with long black hair and a very well proportioned body.  Nikki could see why the Mistress was fawning over this latest addition.  Her story was different from most of the other girls.  She had answered a want ad for actresses for some two-bit “B” movie.  The casting call was an obvious ploy to lure pretty young girls to the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Maria and another girl unfortunate enough to fall for the same trick had both been drugged and then driven directly from LA to Stonebriar.  This girl was scared, no doubt, and sadly Nikki was unable to offer her much hope.

On Maria’s second night there, Madam Hardings had ordered a gag placed in both girls’ mouths.  She entered the new girl’s cell and sat down next to her on her cot.  She spoke loudly as she wished for Nikki to hear her in her own cell. The wide-eyed girl was of course bound and chained to wall and had no choice but to listen.

She began: “I am sure you are scared and frightened my dear.  That is a completely normal reaction. No doubt #311 has told you much of what to expect here.  I urge you to pay her no attention.  You must listen only to me now.”

Maria’s heart began to beat faster as the Madam inched closer to her and placed her hand on the pretty Latina’s leg.  “You have been selected to become one of an elite group of lesbian sex slaves.  We are going to spend the next few weeks convincing you to join us, and then the following months will be used to train you in the art of Sapphic lovemaking.  We are going to teach you to embrace and even accept sexual pain, to ignore your own desires, and focus on those of your new Mistress, and most importantly to provide passionate sexual satisfaction to other women.”

Nikki watched the various expressions on Maria’s face as they covered the natural gamut of emotions, shock, disbelief, disgust and finally outright terror.  As the Madam got up, she placed a kiss on Maria’s lips and told her that she would be available whenever she needed her to help the girl get through this difficult process.

Chapter 14   July 6th 6:00 AM

“Today, as it is your second full day here, #321.  We are going to allow #311 to join you.” The Commandant spoke loudly, awakening the girls in their respective cells.

The girls were roughly taken down to the shaving room.  An every day occurrence for Nikki, but for Maria, it was to be her first time, for some unknown reason she was not touched yesterday.  She was given the hot shave and was clearly very uncomfortable with it.  The Commandant obviously enjoyed watching Maria squirm.  No doubt the girl was now fully beginning to understand that what was happening to her was all too real.  The forced shavings tended to remove any doubts from the girls that their captivity was a “prank” or “some kind of mistake”.

The girls were soon separated, with Nikki being taken to the “Fire and Ice” room.  Here her most sensitive areas would be exposed to extreme temperature fluctuations.  Nikki had heard rumors from other girls about how much they hated this room, today she would find out first hand why.  Per usual, she was stripped of all of her clothing and strapped tightly to a padded leather table, face up.  Two young female attendants, H and I, were in the room and carefully preparing Nikki for her impending ordeal. 

Per Natasha’s request, their first initial only was used to identify all lower level orderlies, when they were addressed in front of the slaves.  Natasha felt that this was necessary to prevent her staff, and the slaves alike, from developing even the slightest unauthorized relationship.  The last thing she wanted, under any circumstances, was for her junior staff people to display even the slightest bit of compassion toward the slaves.  These girls were all very beautiful and seductive, and were clearly in dire circumstances.  Most of them were now looking only for someone to save them, and the only thing that they had to offer was their bodies.  Natasha did whatever she could to minimize the risk that one of the slaves could seduce one of her people into providing any sort of help in escaping the compound.  Such a scenario would prove catastrophic. That is why no names were ever allowed to be uttered in front of the lower level, and thus more easily tricked, staff people.

These “nurses” as was their official title, were really the infantry at Stonebrair.  These women, generally in the mid to late twenties, performed the difficult day-to-day operations at the institute.  They did the grunt work like restraining, shaving, etc. and often handled most of the routine torturing.  It was not easy work, and finding women to fill these jobs had proven to be quite difficult.  Like everyone else at Stonebriar they were all avowed lesbians, but certainly that was hardly reason enough to hire them.  Natasha had to be 100% certain that these younger women had absolutely no moral or ethical qualms about torturing beautiful girls into accepting a life of lesbian servitude.  While many candidates said they would relish the chance to participate in such an activity, the truth was that only a small fraction of those interested in the job could hold up to the daily psychological grind of watching and participating in such a hideous enterprise.  While it may sound like fun to shave the pussy of a beautiful, but scared and restrained girl, pour hot wax on her cunt, whip her ass with a cat o’ nine tails and perform many other barbarous acts.  But in reality though few people could truly enjoy doing it day after day after day after day.  Listening to the endless screams, the begging, the non-stop crying, and the pleading for mercy, really required an iron constitution and frankly a total lack of compassion for their fellow woman.  Such people, especially other women, were in fact few and far between.  Natasha was certain that she had assembled and hired several dozen of the most heartless bitches to be found anywhere in the world.

One such individual was Helene Myers, a cold, somber woman from the equally cold and cheerless city of Seattle.  In the years that she had been employed at Stonebriar, Natasha had become convinced that Helene might be the most sadistic person she had ever met.  Like Head Nurse Ingrid, Helene insisted on being part of any team that was participating in inflicting the most vicious torments on the girls. But her reasons for wanting to be involved were completely opposite of those then more docile Ingrid.  Ingrid was interested in providing a certain level care for the petrified girls who were going through this life altering process. Helene had a much more sinister edge to her personality.  She truly enjoyed participating in the seemingly endless amounts of suffering that was a constant part of day-to-day life on Level One.  It was no surprise to anybody that the two women not only did not see eye to eye, but genuinely hated each other.  To the slaves, Helene was known only as “H”, and every woman that had ever had the misfortune of meeting her at Stonebriar detested her with a white-hot intensity.  She was of course Commandant Stone’s favorite nurse, who requested that she be on her team as often as possible. Both were maniacal bitches to the core. 

Helene went through her checklist in preparing Nikki like it was her very first day on the job.  Straps holding Nikki into place were checked and rechecked.  Her body was sprayed from head to toe with light oil.  “H” went into a refrigerator and removed a tray containing a bowl of ice cubes and a large number of thick black candles.  She lit each one of them and waited for the Commandant to enter.

Minutes seemed to turn into hours as an eerie quiet enveloped the room.  No one spoke until Nikki asked the two nurses why they were doing this to her.  Of course there was no response.  The attendants were under strict orders to speak only to each other and their superiors, never to the slaves.  This policy was implemented for the aforementioned reasons, but just as important it had the added benefit of dehumanizing and frightening the girls even more then they already were.  Few things were worse then the fear of the unknown.  Under no circumstances did the Mistress want her employees to develop any attachment to the slaves; that is why she made the nurses always worked in rotating pairs, two nurses rarely worked together twice in the same week.  This helped to prevent them from conspiring together as they could not ever be sure they could fully trust one another.  This helped to reduce the temptations to converse with the inmates, or even worse, touch them without permission.    Nikki knew from her two weeks there that engaging in dialogue with the attendants was a total waste of time, but she had to try something, as it was obvious something horrible was going to happen to her next.

At last the Commandant came in, she inspected the heavily restrained Nikki, and then ordered the women to begin their work.   There was a matter-of-fact way in her demeanor that made Nikki even more uncomfortable.  Each girl snapped tight latex gloves on their hands and then “H” began the procedure by handing two large candles to “I”, while she herself took two handfuls of the ice. “H” moved between Nikki’s legs and pressed her hand onto Nikki’s cunt. Immediately the icy cold sensation began to numb her freshly shaved pussy.  Nikki had little time to focus on that however as “I” positioned the two candles above her breasts.  With a quick turn of her wrists hot, molten wax began to trickle down onto her nipples.  Nikki cried out in agony as “H” pressed the ice harder onto her cunt.  The Commandant provided assistance to her rival  “I” by holding Nikki’s tits into place as her subordinate continued to cover the fleshy globes with the molten wax.  Nikki was sobbing hysterically as “I” reached for a second set of candles to complete her task.  Meanwhile “H” grabbed another handful of ice.  With a nod the women continued their onslaught, impervious, as always, to the screams of their victims.  A few minutes later and it was all over.  The nurses stopped and took a step back from the table.  The Commandant approached Nikki and grabbed her now wax encased tits.  “You should be happy my dear, your sister required two more candles then you to complete the job.”

The three women exited the room, and waited for a full 30 minutes, enough time for Nikki to somewhat compose herself.  Her heavy breathing had slowed down and her heart rate returned to normal. When they returned, the Commandant was carrying a riding crop.  “It is now time to remove the wax.” She said ominously.

She flailed away at Nikki’s breasts with the crop, causing the now hard wax to fly in every direction.  Nikki screamed as the leather strap stung with an increasing bite.  Her breasts were tender, especially her nipples and the crop was especially painful when wielded by an expert like Commandant Stone. Finally she stopped and rubbed Nikki’s aching tits.  “I know these hurt my dear, and I don’t want to hurt them any more.  Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes Commandant, Please!!!”

The Commandant looked Nikki in the eyes and allowed her left hand to stray between Nikki’s legs.  “Your Pussy is still cold, isn’t it?”

“Yes Commandant, it is” 

“Well then I think I know how to help warm it up.”

This time “I” grabbed two handfuls of ice and “H” took the two candles.  In a microsecond Nikki knew what was to come next. 

“Noooooooo, please nooooo!!!!”

It was of no use of course.  “H” began by carefully placing the candle in her right hand immediately over Nikki’s bald, exposed snatch.  A tiny twist of the wrist and the hot wax cascaded onto her unprotected pussy and caused the most intense burning Nikki had ever felt.  She tried to squirm away, but the Commandant, obviously anticipating this move, slid over and held Nikki’s thighs firmly into place.  It was clear these women had done this many times before.  Their objective of course was to maximize Nikki’s suffering.  And suffer she did, as the wax slowly started to cover her puffy pussy lips and drip unencumbered toward her anus.  All the while “I” continued to rub her ice filled hands over and over Nikki’s ultra sore bosom.  “H” grabbed another set of candles, oblivious to the screaming echoing all around her.  She wanted to make sure her target was fully covered.

“My dear girl, how much more of this can you take?  I don’t want to keep hurting you.”

Nikki, was breathing heavily now, unable to catch her breath and even more unsure how to answer.  The Commandant ordered her staff to stop and she slowly began to caress Nikki’s tear covered face, gently sweeping her long hair aside.

“I know this is hard for you, but believe me, it is even harder for me.  I get no pleasure from this #311.  It pains me to see so you suffer like this.  It can all end, right now.  Give into us, please!!!”  The Commandant was practically pleading now as she continued to gently stroke Nikki’s cheek. 

Nikki however was not ready to give in.  She kept telling herself that if she could only hold out one more day than maybe she would somehow be rescued.  But each day she believed it less and less.  There were few signs of hope.  Every day was filled with increasingly brutal tortures and each evening she would go to her cell, only to watch her new friend Maria sink closer and closer to capitulation.  Nikki was being forced to relive the nightmare of losing Kate all over again.  

The Commandant continued to softly caress her young victim.  This was an all too obvious ploy.  She often tried to mix tenderness with her tortures, but Nikki would have none of it.  The Commandant was again rebuffed in her attempts to coax Nikki into capitulation.  It was of little relevance, she would get her girl one day soon, that much she was certain of.  She simply grabbed her crop and proceeded to whip the hell out of Nikki’s cunt to remove the wax. 

“This process will go on throughout the day.”  She said matter-of-factly at the terrified girl. And so it did. Every two hours she went through the cycle, over and over again.  Nikki screamed her lungs out but did not give them what they wanted.