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Chapter 23 September 30th 2:00 PM
The big day was here at last. The culmination of months and months of planning, punishment, pain and preparation had finally arrived. The entire Stonebriar staff and all of the slaves were like bees circling the hive after the queen had just arrived. All of the girls on Level One, the Punishment Level were given a welcome respite for the day so the entire workforce could focus their attentions on the dozen girls that were going up for bid later this evening.
There were four hours or so before the first of the bidders would arrive and Natasha wanted to check and make sure everything was going perfectly in the preparation rooms. Now was certainly not the time for a mistake. Everything had to go just perfectly. The slaves were all down in the basement, which was really a series of salon style rooms, which existed solely to get the slaves ready for the big night. The girls were all attended to by a myriad of guards and other assorted staff people, now doubling as “beauty parlor” attendants. The entire area was specifically designed to act as place where the girls could be efficiently prepared for the evening’s auction. In a different time and place the scene could easily have looked like a bunch of brides maids preparing for a magnificent wedding. Natasha was sure that in the back of their minds many of the girls (staff and slave alike) had the exact same thoughts. Sadly for them though the only “marriage” they could possibly ever be involved in was to a dominant woman.
The girls started out the day by receiving long, refreshing sponge baths in warm, deliciously scented bathwater. Under normal training conditions the girls were given only a few short minutes in a lukewarm shower to clean themselves, so this was a welcome change. This period incidentally was the longest time that they would ever go at Stonebriar without wearing their chastity belts. The guards seemed to enjoy this as much as the girls, relishing the chance to sponge off the beauties. This would be their last chance to touch the girls, and most made good use of this time and were sure to carefully clean everywhere. Once dried off, and before the chastity belts were re- attached, each girl had their pussy sprayed with a pleasant mixture of rose water mixed with oil. This provided an appealing “sheen” to their cunts one that Natasha felt was important to the bidders.
The rest of the morning and early afternoon was no different then any other beauty parlor in the country. The girls spent hours having their hair washed and styled, their finger and toenails painted, make up applied, etc.
The Mistress had in her employ, a wonderful hair and make up specialist with a long Hollywood resume. She was a supremely talented in making the girls look like high-class expensive whores, which of course they now were. Like in any good sales organization, appearances were everything and no expense was spared in getting the girls to look their absolute best.
This was a difficult time for both the slaves and the staff alike. During their months together, the girls often built intense relationships with each other and sometimes even their captors. All were aware that they were extremely unlikely to ever see each other again. Tears often flowed freely from both sides as the slaves and their subjugators realized that their long period of time together was soon coming to an end.
This was especially difficult for both Nikki and Kate. The Mistress had hinted several times that she would try to sell the two of them as a package, so they could be together. But in recent weeks, and especially after the episode the other night, Natasha had said little about that possibility and Kate was too scared to ask her directly, mostly because she was afraid of hearing the answer.
The truth was, that despite everything Natasha had done to her, Kate had fallen deeply in love with her and was secretly hoping that the Mistress would keep her out of the auction so they could be together. Natasha was of course well aware that she had a powerful effect on Kate and she, Natasha, was certain that Kate would do anything to stay with her.
Kate, for her part, was absolutely sure now that the Mistress would love her and take care of her. The young beauty had made up her mind that she would submit herself to any torment, no matter how twisted or painful or perverse, to stay with Natasha.
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It was almost five o’clock now and pressure was mounting in the preparation area. Careful consideration by Natasha and her staff had been given to what each slave would wear at the auction. As the time to the big event grew closer, and the inevitability began to sink in, the girls often argued with each other as to who could wear the sexiest outfits. The thinking, the best Natasha could surmise, was that if their sale was inevitable, they might as well be the one that fetches the highest price. The staff loved the often-spirited competition. The girls were allowed to select from a wide assortment of lingerie, leather, latex and other assorted garments. The wardrobe consultant was off course given veto power over any choice and often times the girls were made to wear what was thought they looked best in.
The only two not participating in the clothing choices were, not surprisingly, Nikki and Kate. Kate was sobbing hysterically even as Nikki tried to remain stoic. The guards reluctantly dressed both. Nikki wore a tight black leather bustier, which showed of her well-formed breasts perfectly. Her panties, which were two sizes too large in order to fit over the chastity belt, were made of matching black leather. She was give tight black latex PVC boots to wear. Kate, on the other hand, was dressed in a white silk bra and panty ensemble with matching silk stockings and garters. She made an ideal contrast to her sister. The white outfit made her look virginal, which she practically was. All agreed that she was clearly the most stunning girl of a very strong group indeed.
The Mistress and Dr. Olga had struggled with the decision many times over whether to have the girls wear their chastity belts during the auction. There were pros and cons on both sides of the argument. The most obvious reason for removing the devices was for the aesthetic appeal. Larger then necessary panties could be replaced with the correct sizes and unsightly bulges over the girls’ crotches could be eliminated. On the negative side of course would be the temptation for the girls to touch themselves, this was of course anathema to Natasha’s thinking. A girl with access to her own cunt was not a slave, and these girls were most certainly her slaves until the gavel fell and the money changed hands. Since she had instituted the wearing of the belts full time five years ago, she felt that most buyers understood her dilemma and were prepared to bid on a girl without an unobstructed view of the “goods”. Besides, Natasha always allowed serious bidders a closer inspection of the merchandise by simply asking for it. No one was going to bid tens of thousands of dollars or more without inspecting the quality of the product very carefully.
One added bonus of having the girls wear the chastity belts during the auction was the opportunity for the add-on sale. Over 90% of the girls were sold with their chastity belts on, much to their sorrow. A demonstration of the remote zapper almost always closed the deal to those women who were reluctant to make the extra investment. Natasha was able to sell the belts for twice what she paid for them. A nice profit to be sure.
One extremely difficult decision was selecting the order for the girls to be shown and then sold. It had been their experience that it was not always best to present the girls from least to most attractive, although they were all good looking. It was thought best to mix in a few stunners with the merely decent looking girls to keep the bidders from overspending too early and running out of money before the real show stoppers were trotted out at the end of the show.
Each woman invited to the auction was given a detailed prospectus of all twelve girls that would be available for that evening. A brief history of each girl was included along with the typical information consisting of:
Each prospectus also featured a number of high quality photographs of the slaves in various states of undress, so as to give the buyer a better idea of whom they might like to own. When possible, biographies tried to provide details on the girls past sexual histories as well as region they were from, etc. Names were never given, as their new owners would rename them anyway. Exact hometowns and other specific information were not made available as a precaution to both slave and owner alike.
Chapter 24 September 30th 6:00 PM
It was 6 o’clock now and all of Natasha’s invited clients had arrived. The Mistress was dressed in a most radiant red gown as she presided over a welcoming cocktail party for her esteemed guests. From the looks of things, this group appeared to give her the chance to have her best showing yet. Over twenty of the world’s richest and most powerful women were in attendance. Some in the group were her regulars; who in turn were invited, and even encouraged, to bring along like-minded friends. In fact that was the only way newcomers were ever allowed in Stonebriar. Natasha was so paranoid when it came to security that only past clients, who could personally vouch for new guests, were allowed. Obviously only women were permitted at this event. It was well known to each of these ladies in attendance that tonight’s slaves were to be sold only to other women and for purpose of sexual slavery. In fact the contractual terms in each agreement expressly forbade that the girls be used for any other reason. That is what they were specifically trained for and that is how they would most optimally perform. Natasha of course had no way to enforce this “rule”, but she would personally see to it that anyone violating their signed pact never be allowed inside these walls again. Mistress Natasha was a powerful and well-respected woman in the dark world of lesbian slavery and few women wanted to be on her blacklist.
As the Mistress walked down the magnificently appointed circular stairway all eyes immediately focused on her. She stopped at the second to last stair and raised her voice.
“I would like to thank each and every one of you for coming here tonight. I know many of you have traveled a great distance to be here and I sincerely hope that you will find tonight’s group of slaves to be the finest ever offered by our organization. Please make yourselves at home and enjoy some of the world’s finest champagne and caviar. At 7 o’clock sharp we well adjourn to the lower level theatre to begin the evening’s festivities.”
Mistress Natasha always liked to wait a good hour or so before starting the auction. This provided enough of a break to give her valued customers time to unwind after their travels and hopefully to drink to excess, which was a time tested strategy by sales people to help buyers loosen their purse strings.
Every guest at these quarterly events arrived in the exact same manner. They arrived at a remote and very private airstrip a full two hours away from the compound. There they were picked up by 6 specially appointed luxury limos, with heavily tinted, almost blacked out windows. The drivers were all experts at avoiding surveillance and detection and were especially adept at taking circuitous routes, which would confuse even a mapmaker from knowing their precise whereabouts. Natasha’s clients, although not thrilled with the lengthy drive after such long flights, fully understood why these types of safekeeping measures were necessary.
Natasha spent the next hour mingling with old friends and new acquaintances, and she always enjoyed being introduced to new guests. Networking was the key to sustained viability of Stonebriar. Tonight there was a healthy mix of wealthy old money women, as well as nouveaux riche ones hopefully looking to make a splash that they have “arrived” in the glamorous world of elite lesbian slaveholders. Natasha immediately recognized an old friend, Ms. Satoshi Kanazawa. She was at nearly every auction. Ms. Kanazawa was an ultra affluent landholder in Malaysia who had a seemingly unquenchable thirst for pretty young blondes. She tended to favor American girls, because of their perceived feistiness, but occasionally she would go European. She had made eight purchases over the last five years, a truly remarkable amount. Money was never an issue with her. She bought what she liked and rarely went home empty handed. Perhaps Nikki would be an ideal fit for her?
The Mistress loved to speculate which slaves would appeal to which bidders. She was rarely right, but she enjoyed the game nonetheless. She had lost many a bet to Dr. Olga, who also enjoyed the same guessing game. After exchanging a hug and warm pleasantries, she wandered over to the other side of the room, and introduced herself to Sofia Sidorova from the Czech Republic. Sofia was another favored client. Her family had left her a vast fortune, which they had cleverly hidden from the both the Nazis and then the Communists after them. She owned a magnificent castle overlooking a river where she kept her vast early Renaissance art collection, in addition to her other prizes. She had purchased 6 women over the last 5 years. She tended to concentrate her purchases on Asian and Far Eastern girls.
It was always interesting to Natasha that slaveholders tended to favor girls from the other side of the world from where they lived. Asian buyers tended to favor western girls, Western women bought Asians. Latin American girls were popular with everybody.
Natasha was then corralled by one of her most recent customers.
“Mistress Natasha, I can not thank you enough”. The woman said. Her name was Luisa Fernanda. She was from Spain, an heir to a enormous industrial fortune. Ms. Fernanda had made her first appearance at Stonebriar during the last auction. In fact she had purchased the very first girl up for bid that evening, a young Canadian girl named Darby.
“She is tremendous Mistress Natasha, more then I could have ever wished for. I can not thank you enough.”
“Thank you very much, that is so kind of you. I remember your slave well, a very pretty girl, with short blond hair. I remember that she came around slowly at first, but quickly turned into a good student as we moved her through her training regimen.”
Ms. Fernanda politely motioned for the Mistress to step over to the side with her, away from the immediate earshot of others. The two sat down at a coffee table as the Spanish woman continued.
“I know it is against your policy to discuss specific aspects of your training processes here, and I of course would never ask you to violate that policy. I hope to be a long time customer of yours. I would like to ask you though, if I may inquire about a certain method of torture that I am quite fond of.”
The Mistress did not answer but nodded her consent.
“Thank You Mistress. My problem is that I truly enjoy electrical discipline. I never tire of using the remote control that came with the chastity belt to deliver a corrective jolt to my slave. My problem is I would like to deliver more voltage to her then the unit can produce. I know the belt is designed for simple and immediate punishment, but I am looking for something more powerful that I may use on my slave before lovemaking. Do you have any suggestions?”
This woman was truly after Natasha’s own heart. Natasha could understand Ms. Fernanda’s frustration. Because they were designed to be very lightweight, the chastity belts could carry only very small batteries. Small batteries could only deliver only minor charges to the cunt. Natasha was in fact always begging her supplier to come up with more powerful batteries for the units, but sadly the technology was not quite ready yet. When she wanted to dabble in electrical torture, Natasha was forced to use large, non-portable units like the one she demonstrated on Kate several weeks ago. Perhaps her Spanish customer would like a closer look at a similar model?
She motioned to the lady to follow her to a private salon, just steps away from the main room. This small comfy space contained a vast array of torture implements that were available for sale to her customers. None of the truly specialized equipment used on the girls was available in here, mostly just standard items that were readily available at any high end S & M store. Natasha kept the room fully stocked as a convenience to her customers. Many of who could not wait to get home with their new acquisitions and insisted on having various instruments to use on their private jets while they were heading for home. Once inside Natasha closed the door and offered a seat to her guest.
“Ms. Fernanda, I too share your passion for this activity. Let me show you a unit that I personally use here at the Institute, with great success I might add.”
Natasha unlocked a cabinet and pulled out a silver tray with a beautiful black leather corset on it, outlined in bright red trim. She handed it to Ms. Fernanda for a closer look. The wealthy woman gave it a careful inspection, and then she allowed herself a tiny smile. She had discovered the two electrodes carefully hidden in the bra cups, each connected to a short wire. A closer look at the bottom of the corset revealed another set of black electrodes, each with slightly longer wires.
“As you can see, Ms. Fernanda, this appears to just another piece of lingerie. But as you have discovered it is so much more than that. Please note here, that these are copper nipple holders. Nothing is a better conductor of electricity then copper. As we go down,” Natasha carefully placed the corset down to reveal the carefully hidden wiring, “you will see that there are two additional electrodes here. They are of course, designed to be placed on either side of the cunt.” Natasha flipped over the electrodes to reveal that the underside of each electrode was indeed made of copper.
Natasha could see that her guest was indeed interested, very interested. “Let me show the “business” part of this device. At this point she went back to her cabinet and retrieved what appeared to be some type of control unit for a medical device. She placed the unit down on the table and connected a small cord to a tiny plug dangling from the corset.
“This is the control panel, Ms. Fernanda. Once connected to the corset, it will allow you to deliver a virtually unlimited amount of electrical punishment options to your slave. What this device will permit you to do is select as much, or as little, voltage as you want, to the areas you want to concentrate on. Allow me to show you.”
The two women stood up, Ms. Fernanda was obviously mesmerized by what was being presented to her. Natasha played with some buttons and switches, all very clearly labelled. There was one each for: Right Breast, Left Breast, Right Vagina, and Left Vagina. Other knobs specified duration of shock, frequency, voltage, etc. The machine was surprisingly simple to understand.
“What you will be able to do with your slave is limited only by your imagination. This device is able deliver up to 300 volts for as long as 15 seconds to both breasts and the vagina simultaneously. No woman, no matter how well trained, can handle punishment like that without capitulating to your desires. Of course they are your slaves and you can use the unit however you see fit.”
“Cost is not an issue Mistress Natasha, I want one!” The wealthy Spanish woman panted, obviously overcome with desire to own one. She was nearly wet now, dreaming of putting this to use on her own slaves.
“They are not for sale.” Natasha responded.
Ms. Fernanda looked crestfallen at the news, but only for a moment. “Allow me to give this to you as a gift from one electricity lover to another. If you make a purchase tonight I will have it sized to fit your newest acquisition and have it sent back with you. If none of our offerings meet to your satisfaction this evening, I will have it sized to fit the Canadian slave you recently acquired.”
“Mistress, I can not thank you enough. This is an extremely generous gift!”
“It is my pleasure.” She motioned to the door as the two women rejoined the party.
Natasha was quite pleased with herself. The corset and related equipment was of nominal value, perhaps a $1000. More importantly no training secrets were being given up by parting with that unit. But such an act of generosity had likely secured her a customer for life, one who likely would spend many times that amount over the coming years at Stonebriar.
There was time for just a bit more mingling with the other guests until at last the soft ringing of bells could be heard. All attendees knew immediately what that meant; it was time to adjourn to the private gallery in the basement. The auction was about to begin.
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