The Auction Block

Chapter 25   September 30th 7:00 PM

The auction area, located on the bottom level of the compound, was accessible only by a private elevator, where a PIN code was needed.  Several trips were necessary to take all the guests and staff down.  Upon arriving the women were treated to a lavishly appointed room.  Richly upholstered leather chairs were conveniently placed close to a catwalk, which was located in the centre of the room.  Also available were cabaret tables complete with high back chairs, so groups of bidders were able to more easily socialize with one another.  Soft track lighting provided an intimate setting.  No expense was spared to make the clients feel like they were at a luxurious country club, of which most of these women were no doubt members in their own communities.

The women were asked to take the seat of their choice as scantily clad young women, (Level Two girls not yet ready for sale), took their drink orders. A staff person passed out leather dossiers to all guests emblazoned with a seal saying, “Please do not open until authorized”.  Natasha enjoyed lingering over this part of the evening.  Inside the dossier were pictures and partial bios of tonight’s merchandise.  Natasha could see the excitement growing on the faces of the two-dozen or so bidders here tonight.  No doubt the temptation was killing them to rip the flimsy paper seal and see what was available this evening.  All the women however showed patience until the signal was given.  And then, like little children on Christmas morning, the women tore into their presents for a closer look at whom was going to be on the block tonight.

Now was the perfect time for Natasha to excuse herself and go back to prep room to make sure everything was progressing smoothly.  This gave the guests time to see which girls they would likely be interested in, and time to formulate their bidding strategies.  The dossier contained pictures of all 12 girls available tonight.  For each slave there were multiple head and body shots, some with the girls clothed, some nearly naked.   Each girl also had a one-page bio containing key information like height, weight, measurements, eye color, and other important physical characteristics.  There were also some small nuggets of information like general region or country where they were from, personality traits, most and least favourite sexual activities, etc.  For Natasha, it was important that specific information about the girls past not be provided.  During the training she tried to help the girls forget as much about their pasts as possible.  The most effective way to do that was to not allow the girls to refer to themselves, or each other, by anything other then their assigned number.

Of course it was possible for a slave to fill in the details of her past life to her new owner, but Natasha was confident that most owners preferred to instil in their slaves that their past lives were now completely irrelevant. That is why in the bios the girls from New York and Boston for example, were referred to as from the Northeast US, etc.  All girls in the dossiers were listed by number, which matched the ones on their collars.  Natasha strongly encouraged all bidders to choose a new name for their slaves immediately after purchase.

Meanwhile, inside the staging room, there was a veritable beehive of activity taking place.  The slaves were all dressed in their most provocative attire and made up perfectly.  The trainers and assistants rushed around making sure that everything about each girl was absolutely perfect.  Tonight was a culmination of all of their hard work.  While the staff had participated in this exercise many times before, no one wanted to make even the slightest mistake.  Their livelihoods, and hopefully significant bonuses, were at stake here.  Tonight millions of dollars would be on the line and Natasha and her staff wanted to be utterly certain that each and every girl was as radiant as they could possibly be. 

The room was also filled with a multitude of conflicting emotions from everyone; anticipation, happiness, sadness, excitement, fear.  For the 12 girls about to be sold, tonight was the end of one chapter one of their lives and the beginning of another.  Most were excited to be leaving the sinister complex, and the brutal methods of their captors, behind.  However, who was to say that their new owner wouldn’t be worse?  For Kate and Nikki, the thought of never seeing each other again was becoming all too real.  Neither gave out much hope that the Mistress would really try to sell them as a package deal to the same owner.  In the brief time that Kate was able to spend with Mistress Natasha since that brutal evening in her chambers some four weeks ago, her inquires were always met with a slight smile and then silence, an obvious queue to not broach the subject.  The two girls huddled alone together in the corner trying to stay out of site.

“Ladies,” Natasha raised her voice loudly enough to quiet everyone down.  “Tonight is the night that we have all been working towards for a long long time.  Everything that has happened to you over the last few months has all been done to prepare you for this night.  In a few moments I will call one of your numbers, you will step forward towards this door.  Say your goodbyes first though, because you will never see anyone in this room ever again.”

The girls looked around and at each other.  There was a collective gulp, the finality of that statement took a little time to hit home.  Nikki and Kate gripped each other’s hands tightly.

“When that door opens you will step out and onto the catwalk.  You will walk around once, slowly just like we have practiced time and time again.  You will step back and onto the podium where you will be completely disrobed, except of course for your chastity belt.  When on the podium, you are to keep your head down at all times unless instructed to do otherwise by me and me only.  Am I making myself clear?”

There was a series of nods.

“Remember, until that gavel falls and you hear “Sold!!!” you are still the property of Stonebriar.  I still have the ability to deliver electric shocks to your pussies and I have and will continue to do so if you are not co-operative.  This is the most important night of your lives ladies, and mine too for that matter, and I will not be embarrassed by insubordination.”  She had their attention now, and all eyes were on Mistress Natasha.

“Let me remind each of you hear about a young lady that was sold here late last year.  She got cute, a little too cute during the auction, thinking that she was finally going to be leaving here for good.  She was disrespectful on the catwalk and an embarrassment to me, and everyone here on this staff.  We all take tremendous pride in the fact that we produce only the finest lesbian slaves.  This girl, I believe she was number 256, was immediately pulled out of the auction and was forced to spend an additional 3 months here under my personal supervision until I was satisfied she was ready to be sold at the next auction.  That little bitch cost me and everyone else here a great deal of money that night. Let me assure you that those additional three months she spent here made her time on Level One look like a day at the beach.  When she was finally sold, you can bet that was the happiest day of her life.  With that said, is there anyone here that is going to embarrass me tonight?”

There was of course not a peep from any of the girls.  The staff always got a chuckle from that story; they had heard it before every auction.  It wasn’t true, but it didn’t need to be.  It accomplished the desired effect.  No one would dare cross the Mistress now.

The Mistress exited the room to take her position on the stage.  There was a noticeable quiet in the prep room as Commandant Stone was now left in charge.  It would not be long now and the girls were now a bundle of nerves.  Many were of scared, but most, having been walled up in the compound for five or more months, were ready to move on.

“Number 306, please step forward.”  Commandant Stone commanded.  The stunning and mischievous redhead moved toward the centre of the room.  She was at one time a popular girl with the others, until her unfortunate incident with Rachael (#309) had led to their unforgettable joint punishment.  Few were surprised that Natasha made her the first to go out on the block.  Her real name was Jessica Mitchell.  She was a college student at NYU who grew up in upstate New York and was a fine gymnastics athlete before her abduction.  As she walked out the door she hugged as many of the girls as the Commandant would allow, careful to avoid Rachael, who was still bitter about the incident.  Tears ran down her cheeks as she said her final goodbyes.  They were wiped away by a staff member as she waited obediently by the door.  Seconds later she was gone, roughly taken out by Mistress Natasha and led to the stage, the door closing quickly behind her. 

Inside the waiting room were two monitors, one that allowed the other girls and the personnel to view the proceedings, the other, not yet illuminated, was a bid screen.  The staff of course carefully watched this monitor as soon as the bidding began.  This is where they would make their money and all of them followed it carefully.  Oddly though, the other slaves would often keep a careful eye on it as well.  Every pretty girl always wants to be thought of as the fairest one of all.  This was ingrained in most girls at in early age, probably from all the fairy tales they read as little girls.  As they grew up, it was really no different.  Even under such bizarre circumstances as this one, these girls still maintained a very competitive streak.  The slaves invariably became more spirited as the evening went on and tried hard to fetch the highest bid possible to beat out the others. 

Out on the main room, #306 waited obediently in the centre of the stage.  She looked absolutely radiant in a white bra and matching panty set.  They contrasted well with her fair skin and soft red hair.  Red pumps were added to boost her 5 foot 2 inch frame.  Mistress Natasha motioned to her right and a loud techno beat started pulsating from the many speakers located in the room.  This was Jessica’s queue.  Slowly she began her walk around the stage, turning, twisting, preening and bending just as she had been trained to do over and over again.  She made two loops around, trying to make eye contact with as many of the women as she could. 

The Mistress and her staff made every attempt to make this event as much like a high-end fashion show as possible.  Track lighting and loud music brought a new level excitement to the affair since they were introduced several years ago in an attempt to spice things up.  Behind the stage were two large flat panel screens, which flashed pictures of #306 as well as other pertinent biographical information that may not have been included in the dossier.  When the music stopped, Jessica obediently stepped onto the tiny platform in the middle of the stage, and obediently placed her head down.  Two provocatively dressed women, in black skin-tight latex ensembles approached #306 and proceed to remove her stockings, bra and panties.  There she was, completely nude except for her chastity belt, as two cameras zoomed into provide close up details of her exquisite body.  All slaves were told to keep their heads down, as a sign of obedience to their potential new owner.  Also, it was considered bad form to have a slave make eye contact with one woman and not any of the others.

Mistress Natasha grabbed the cordless microphone from the dais and walked over to her soon to be ex-slave.  “Ladies, please take a close look at her.  You can clearly see that she has a magnificent body.  In fact #306, as outlined in your program, was a former gymnast. Her flexibility was a real delight for us here during her training, I am sure any of you will appreciate it as well.”

Several of the prospective buyers approached the stage for a closer look, which was always encouraged.

“Please do not let her smaller bosom, deter you.  As all of you know, breast implants are certainly an option.”

Jessica was of course self conscious at hearing this; she too had considered a breast enlargement at one time.  Doing so however would have been a foolish move for a gymnast.  At one time Mistress Natasha had thought of mandatory breast augmentations for smaller-chested girls, but that was ruled out as too costly and potentially dangerous.  Also it was felt that owners would prefer to choose their own cup sizes for their new slaves and there was no point in making the girls go through the procedure twice.

Natasha pushed a button on the dais.  The stand slowly began to spin, allowing good views to all the interested bidders.  Some walked away and returned to their seats.  Several others however continued to show a high level of interest.  At this point Natasha invited them to join her on stage.  Three women approached #306, they were encouraged to get as close to her as they liked, and if they wanted, to touch her. Only one did, Senora Mireya Moscoso, a wealthy landowner from Panama.  Jessica, as well as all the other girls, had been repeatedly reminded during the training to keep absolutely quiet if they were touched during the auction.  Nothing would scare away a potential buyer quickly then an uppity slave.  It was of course degrading to be handled in this manner, she was being treated like a piece of meat, but there was nothing she could do about it.  The 45-year-old woman ran her hands between the pretty red heads legs, up her thighs and then over her pert little breasts.

“May I Mistress, request a closer look?”

“Of course.”  A moment later, a black curtain descended from the ceiling, providing a measure of privacy around the raised podium.  Once in place the two latex clad beauties returned from their posts and entered the opening in the curtain, with a pair of gold handcuffs, and within moments they exited.

“At this point, I would ask that only serious bidders enter this special enclosure please.”

One of the other women returned to her seat, yet, much to Natasha’s delight, a second woman, Chang Sang of South Korea remained on the stage with Ms. Moscoso.  Ms. Sang was the daughter of  a prominent shipbuilder, known to give his daughters anything that they wanted.  This could be interesting Natasha thought, and a great way to start the evening.  The two women and Natasha entered through the curtain; #306 was standing up straight with her hands cuffed securely behind her back. 

The reason for the curtain was a matter of professional courtesy to the serious bidders and was added just within the last year.  The reason was hard for Natasha to explain to her guests, but essentially it was felt that plenty of pictures of the girls completely nude were available in the dossier.   Serious bidders though understandably wanted privacy in order to be able to examine every inch of the merchandise before making a firm offer.  As a matter of courtesy though, it was felt that not every woman had a right, or even a need to see the most intimate areas of each and every slave.  While certainly this decision was not popular with all of the women, Natasha felt safe in implementing it after soliciting the opinions of several of her most valued clients.  She learned that wealthy women, like many of those present here tonight, did not always wish to share their new possessions’ most intimate treasures with everyone else in attendance.  As a compromise to those who may disagree with this policy, Natasha made it clear that any woman present this evening was more then welcome to join her on stage for a closer look at any and all of the slave’s being offered up for sale this evening.

Natasha placed her right thumb in the chastity belt; the device immediately sprung into action and began to unlock itself.  Both women were impressed with the high level of sophistication of this apparatus.  Natasha pulled the belt away and put it down on the podium.  She used both of her hands to tap the interior thighs of Jessica’s legs; the girl obediently spread them further apart. 

The most immediate thing the two older ladies noticed was that #306’s cunt was absolutely magnificent.  It had been freshly shaved not once, but twice, just a few hours before the show.  Immediately afterward the second shaving, a special clear acrylic like coating was applied with a paintbrush.  The girls hated every second of the process because of the extreme heat needed to apply it properly.  But once completed the results were spectacular. The special coating applied to their cunts was a mixture of wax, lotions, emulsifiers, and depending on the color of the girl’s hair, finely ground synthetic gems.  Redheads got the ruby colored acrylic, blondes the gold colored and brunettes an alexandrite (darker black color.)

This final step was absolutely mandatory for every slave before the auction.  After the second of the two shavings, one of the attendants would take a 4 oz. can of the acrylic from an oven and gently apply it with a soft paintbrush to their now very tender pussies.  The girls were always gagged and heavily restrained during this procedure, as the screaming and struggling was intense.  It was really the last truly difficult thing that their bodies had to endure, but to Natasha it was an essential step in the preparation process. And one that was worth every penny.  The containers cost over $500 each.

The results were spectacular as Jessica’s pussy looked absolutely radiant.  After all, this is what the women present tonight were here to buy; unfettered, and unlimited access to the pussy of a beautiful woman.  It only made sense that the slave’s most important feature would look perfect.  Neither woman could take their eyes off it.  The coating contained, in Jessica’s case, ruby colored powder that caused the sensitive skin between her legs to sparkle.  This caused an almost hypnotic effect, as demonstrated by her two bidders seeming inability to take their eyes away from Jessica’s privates.  The hotter the acrylic was when it was applied, the more brightly the dust shined on the soft tissue of the pussy and the longer the effect lasted.  It would wear off in a few days or come off easily with a damp sponge, but by then the sale had long since been completed. 

Many of the women would ask Natasha how she achieved this magnificent effect, and if were possible to duplicate it for their own benefit.  But of course all understood that that type of information was proprietary and not available at any price.

A few more minutes of close examination were all that was necessary for the Korean and Panamanian ladies.  The exited the curtained off area and returned to their seats as Natasha refastened the chastity belt and had the cuffs removed.  Jessica remained standing at attention on the carpeted podium as the curtained was raised, allowing all the bidders to once again enjoy her beauty.

“Ladies, I would now like to offer to you an opportunity to place your opening bids on the first girl for sale this evening.  You can see she is an exquisite redhead who I am confident would make a marvellous addition to any one of your homes.  The opening asking price is $75,000.”

This was the time that even Natasha got butterflies in her stomach, even though she had handled dozens of these auctions.  There was so much guesswork that went into tonight’s festivities that she could never feel completely comfortable.  Did she lead off with the right slave?  Was the opening asking price too high?  Was the right mix of bidders in the audience?  A million things were running through her head.  Most of them were out of her immediate control now, which was a feeling that she did not enjoy.

The truth was, this “enterprise” was not as profitable as many on the staff believed.  Costs were spiralling out of control.  The Institute employed over 40 people full time.  Guards, surveillance personnel, maintenance staff, cooks, as well as the more specialized employees like the trainers and technicians were all on the payroll.  That was a tremendous burden in and of it self.  In addition there were massive investments in things like a state of the art security system.  Thankfully no one had ever escaped.  But all it took was one, every employee at the Institute was constantly reminded of that, and their entire operation would come tumbling down.  This constant fear of escape forced her director of security to always look for newer and more expensive gear. 

The individual training costs for the slaves were outrageous.  Newer, better and more sophisticated equipment was always needed, and because of it’s very nature, extremely costly and difficult to obtain.  Just getting the girls to the complex consumed a tremendous amount of cash.  Most of her agents, like Nikki and Kate’s stepmother, were commissioned and paid only upon sale.  But the actually teams that took control of the girls were employed directly by the Institute.  That kind of sensitive and dangerous work could not be “out-sourced.”  At any one time there were 3-4 active operations going on, requiring 9-12 full time people working round the clock, all racking up big expenses in the field.

These costs were of course in addition to the massive fixed costs of running the Institute itself and did not even include such basics as heat, water, electricity, food, etc. 

The building itself was an old insane asylum built and then abandoned in the 1930’s, which because of its age alone, added significantly to the overhead.  The property taxes for such a large piece of land were obscene.  But Natasha felt she had no choice, to keep a smaller parcel of property risked the possibility of outsiders getting to close to the operation, and the last thing she wanted was people snooping around.  To keep local law enforcement officials from meddlesome inquires; she paid a healthy monthly fee to the corrupt police chief.  Through a clever lie, Natasha was able to convince the police dept. that she was the head of a bizarre religious group who believed in a forthcoming Armageddon. They would not cause them any trouble and simply wanted only to be left alone to prepare for the end of the earth.  The cover was ideal, as there were many such groups with similar beliefs located in that part of the state.  But if the Feds got involved for some unknown reason, that was another matter entirely and all bets were off.

These were the kinds of things that kept Natasha awake at night.  Just weeks ago, she and Dr. Olga had been discussing a possibly dramatic change to their business plan.  Dr. Olga, her minority partner, was the only one there besides Natasha, who had a true grasp of the delicate financial situation they faced.  Both felt for some time that changes may need to be made in the operation to not only increase profitability but to stave off a potential funding crisis.  Their first big move was snatching both Nikki and Kate simultaneously.  One attractive girl disappearing stayed in the news for a week, max, until the next story-du-jour replaced it.  But the disappearance of two beautiful young girls, daughters of a wealthy LA businessman no less, created a media firestorm that was frightening to deal with and caused other existing operations to “go dark”.  It was brazen act to be sure, but it was starting to look like it had the possibility of paying off handsomely tonight. 

Both women agreed that it had likely been worth it, they would know for sure later that evening, but regardless of the outcome they had to consider moving forward on a newer, more ambitious plan.

Natasha wasn’t sure she wanted to do it, but Dr. Olga had been pushing her hard to start abducting girls that were younger, even in high school if necessary.  To the older Russian, there were a number of good reasons for doing so.  Girls of that age were usually naïve and prone to taking more risks, making acquisitions costs a good deal lower.  Training expenses would be dramatically reduced as well.  Younger girls, Dr. Olga felt, could be “turned” (made ready for sale) in as little as three months instead of the usual four-to-six.  Most importantly, many of their best customers had started to inquire as to the availability of younger merchandise.  They were definitely losing some sales because of this, but how many?  The good Doctor’s reasoning was “Why send them elsewhere and potentially lose all of their business?”  Better to be a one-stop shop she believed.

Dr. Olga had indeed presented some powerful arguments for proceeding forward.  But Natasha took a more nuanced approach.   She just never felt right about abducting females that young.  In fact she had delayed Kate and Nikki’s abductions just so Kate could finish high school.   Natasha just didn’t think it was right to put girls so young through something so difficult as Level One Punishments and then the Chamber, no matter what Dr. Olga said.  In addition, a rash of high school girl abductions would further raise the pressure on law enforcement to solve these heinous crimes.  Eventually they may run into a sting, that was Natasha’s biggest dread.  They had been in business for over 7 years now and had successfully processed 300+ girls without so much as a hic-cup, why risk it all now?  They would make do somehow.  Plus one other key matter, and this was of no small concern, were the thoughts of the staff on a move like this.  Yes they were obviously all committed to the cause, but they would certainly risk alienating some employees by taking ever-younger girls.  Natasha had always felt that if they were ever exposed, it would be from an insider squealing, not from outside detection.  A decision like this one could be the tipping point for someone to finally go forward and rat them out to the authorities.

Those arguments, she realized, were starting to lose their effectiveness with Dr. Olga.  Natasha was beginning to understand that.  The good Doctor herself said that girls as young as sixteen were routinely subjected to the “Chamber” back in the Soviet Union with no ill effects.  That was 20 years ago she added, and since then the equipment has been upgraded many times.  Girls now, Dr. Olga reasoned, were much more sexually active and at younger and younger ages.  She believed that their tender bodies could easily handle going through the process, now matter how difficult.  As a compromise, Dr. Olga had even agreed to limit their abductions to high school senior girls only, But Natasha could see where that would eventually lead, soon thereafter it would be juniors… and then what, when did it stop?  Their most recent conversation on the subject, over multiple bottles of wine several nights ago, ended at 4:00 AM with Natasha leaving her friends room and not agreeing to anything, just saying, “let’s see how the auction goes.”  For the older woman from Russia, that would was good enough for now, she could feel herself getting closer to her goal, it wouldn’t be long before she got the green light to proceed.

Natasha needed to refocus her attention on the matter at hand.  This is where her staff was never more sure of her leadership.  This was the pressure packed time when all of their hard work, everyone from the advanced scouts to the lowest maintenance worker, was either going to be rewarded or disappointed by the decisions she made in the next few hours.  Many of the women, both customers and staff alike, felt that if she wanted to, Natasha could be a world-class auctioneer on the outside world.  Not only did she have a PhD. in clinical psychology, she did an amazing amount of prep work on each of the bidders and her girls alike.  The initial $75,000 opening bid was far below their “breakeven point” on any individual slave.  That figure was closer to $150,000.  However Natasha was certain that this girl, #306, would quickly run that figure up substantially.  Two relative newcomers had taken the “full body preview” and that was always a good sign.  Also, some of the more experienced women present, knowing the quality of Natasha’s work because they were previous purchasers, would likely jump into the fray.

“Do I have an opening bid for $75,000?” She barked.  A half dozen numbered paddles went up enthusiastically in the air.

“Do I hear $85,000?  $95,000?”

No one dropped out until she hit $125,000, a very good sign indeed.  She was down to three bidders as she hit $155,000.  Anxious faces looked all around the room as the total hit $185,000.  At this point Ms. Moscoso, the Panamanian woman, bowed out.  That left  just Ms. Sang and another first timer bidder, Princess Basma bint Talal of Jordan.  Natasha could not have been happier, first time bidders were always more reckless with their money, often feeling that they had to make a “big splash” to prove that they belonged with the other powerful women in this “club”.  

The bidding was over $200,000 now.  The staff, waiting in the prep room with the other girls, was getting excited and cheering more loudly with each successive bid.  Neither woman flinched as the price reached $250,000.  This battle was proving another of Natasha’s theories; women tended to be attracted to, and bid on, others that were not from their general geographic area.  Finally at $275,000 it was over.  Princess Basma gracefully bowed out, allowing the Korean woman to take her prize.  Natasha slammed the Gavel down and yelled “Sold!” She could only imagine the clapping in the sound proof prep room to her right.  #306, while certainly a pretty girl, was not projected to go anywhere near that amount, $190,000 was the consensus of her staff.  The evening was off to a great start, and there were still 11 more girls to go!

Soft music filled the auditorium again as Ms. Sang was lead over to a private room.  Before taking possession of her new acquisition, she was seated at a computer monitor and given access to a secure, untraceable phone line and internet connection.  Moments later $275,000 was wired into an offshore bank account.  Once the transaction was confirmed, Chang was allowed into an adjacent private room where #306 was standing and waiting.  She was almost naked, gagged and handcuffed with her hands behind her back. 

Commandant Stone asked, “Would you like me to remove this”?  She gestured to the chastity belt.

The Korean lady smiled and gave a gentle nod, “yes of course, thank you” she responded in somewhat broken English.

Commandant Stone placed her thumb in the device, for the final time she thought, and placed it on the floor.  Chang was admiring the splendid creature in front of her, imagining all of the possibilities of their new life together. 

“Before I leave you two alone Ms. Sang, please press your thumbprint into this wax square.  It will allow us to reprogram the chastity belt, so you, and only you, will have access to her treasures.  Let me also ask, would you be so kind to rejoin the festivities in few minutes, when the lights in here flicker?  Mistress Natasha would like all winning bidders to remain in the auditorium throughout the auction as a courtesy to the other guests.  Also, it allows us some additional processing time to get your slave prepared for shipment.”

“Of course, I will be happy to.” The woman replied, happy just to get Commandant Stone out of the private room so she could have some time alone with her new toy.  Once the door shut behind her, the Korean woman circled the nervous redhead, admiring her soft skin as she traced her hands all over the girl’s body.  Before long the Korean woman went down to her knees and immediately plowed her face into Jessica’s sparkling cunt, happily licking away at her sweetness.  She cupped the back of her slave’s ass cheeks tightly and kept tonguing away at her sparkly box.  #306 kept herself on on her feet, trying to force herself into some kind of instant arousal.  The last few months had been hell on her and now more then ever she needed a release. The handcuffs and gag made it difficult though to get in a position to come.  Before long, the lights dimmed and Chang reluctantly pulled herself away from the girl’s cunt, before she could come.  A heavy sigh was audible to both.  The Korean lady got up and headed to sink with a mirror, ruby dust spread all over her face.  Luckily though, the staff had anticipated this likelihood.  A high percentage of the women usually tested the goods orally during their initial five minutes with their new slaves, therefore a generous assortment of soaps, towels and facial scrubs were readily available to clean themselves up.

“You are very lucky #306, to have me as your new owner.  There are many women here who are not so gentle with their slaves as I will be.  I am sure you will find my estate outside Pusan to be to your liking, but it may take some time though for you to grow to love me.  Natasha assures me you will be an excellent slave and serve me well.” With that she left the room and returned to her table, to hearty congratulations from the other women nearby. 

Meanwhile back it the prep room, it was time for the next girl to take the stage.  Natasha had received a steady stream of compliments after the surprisingly large sale on #306 and she was now ready to reveal the next girl to called forward.  Time was critical here, momentum was being built and in no way did she want to derail it by taking any longer then 7 or 8 minutes to get the next girl up for bidding.  She liked to move three girls per hour, maybe four if things were going perfectly.  Requests for full body previews clearly slowed things down, but there was no way around that.  The math was easy though, three girls per hour would take 4 hours for all twelve, and that was a lot to ask of her guests. Many of them flew in from overseas and were clearly exhausted.

Nikki and Kate breathed a big sigh of relief when #301 was called to the front.  She was a pretty blond from Toronto.  Her real name was Megan.  She was a real hell raiser when she was first brought in according to the staff.  But once she succumbed, she withdrew into herself and did not socialize with many of the other girls much during her training.  The requite hugs and kisses were exchanged with the few girls she became close to, and just like, that she was gone.  Nikki and Kate, as well as everybody else in the room watched her go through the paces on the monitor.  She did the twists and turns as required as the music outside blared and the lights flashed.  Moments later she stepped onto the podium, like #306 before her, as the guards removed all her clothing except the chastity belt.

“Ladies, here we have another beauty for you to contemplate.  #301 comes to us from the Great White North of Canada.  She is a mere 22 years old, and has a bit of a feisty streak in her.  That was quickly tamed though.  Since then she has been a true joy to deal with during her training and has displayed quite an affinity for delivering oral pleasures.”

Back in the waiting room, the general feeling was that Megan was not one of the prettier girls there, but that may have been typical girl jealousy.  Or maybe not, as Mistress Natasha opened her bidding at $50,000.  She always started low when there were no requests for full body previews.  This was a risky move for her.  There did not seem to be much buzz in the room, despite her constant chatter into her microphone about what a great slave she would make.  There was a very real possibility that Stonbriar may take a loss on this one.  It happened from time to time.  Sometimes girls were not as attractive now as they seemed at the time of abduction; sometimes it was as simple as having the wrong group of bidders at the auction.  Regardless it did not seem they were going to have much luck with this one.  Natasha could see the visible disappointment on Megan’s face as the bidding struggled to reach $80,000. 

Part of the challenge facing Natasha was that she did not have the luxury that other auction houses did when it came to unloading unpopular or slow moving merchandise.  Typically in those situations, hard to sell products were taken off the block and simply shelved for a later time, when conditions may be more favorable for a larger sale.  Unfortunately Natasha did not have that option.  It would be foolish for her to keep this slave around until the next auction, some three months away.  #301 had been properly trained and was clearly ready to be sold.  To keep her there would just take up valuable cell space and leave less time to focus on the training of some of the newer, and likely much more profitable girls that were always being brought into the Institute.  Better to just to take a lower offer, any offer, and move on to the next slave.

That is exactly what Natasha did.  She dropped the gavel at disappointingly low $85,000.  The new owner was a frequent customer, one of Natasha’s best in fact.  She always bought girls at the lower end of the price spectrum.  This woman owned a very exclusive brothel in Bangkok, one that catered exclusively to well–to-do lesbians.  Her customers tended to be wealthy, just not wealthy enough to own their own slave like the ladies her tonight.  But regardless of their economic status, these women had needs, and the brothel excelled in filling them.  In fact, Natasha herself had visited that facility many times when she traveled to Asia.  The girls who she had trained were always shocked to see her as most thought they would never lay eyes on her again.

Natasha was quite certain that, had the slaves known ahead of time, this bidder would rank near the bottom of one’s they would choose to be purchased by.  Lindsay Harrington, a British Ex-pat who had lived in Thailand for 30+ years and opened her brothel in the late 80’s, was a difficult owner to be sure.  She worked her girls hard, sometimes too hard, and was known to allow them to be used for the most perverse activities imaginable, provided of course that the price was right.  As was her custom, Lindsay was likely to make a second purchase tonight if any of the other available girls did not attract much interest from the other women.  Luckily for Natasha, she did manage to sell a fair amount of “equipment” to Lindsay to go with her purchases.  Lindsay was able to charge her clients much more per session when they were able to use torture equipment on the girls.

A somewhat gloomy Natasha walked back into the waiting room.  There were still 10 girls to go and certainly no reason to get dejected, especially with the wealth of talent still to come.  At this point she made an executive decision and decided to shuffle the list, she needed to get momentum back in her favor again.

“#314 please step forward.” Natasha commanded.  Immediately a beautiful young Japanese girl stepped out and headed to the front of the room.  Her real name was Tanaka, an extremely quiet girl who was taken on a family vacation to San Francisco.  Tanaka was absolutely splendid; everyone was in complete agreement on that point.  She was a mere 5’ tall and 100 pounds, with long flowing black hair.  She had just celebrated her twentieth birthday two weeks ago (Natasha had informed her), and the girls threw a little party for her.   Her most outstanding feature was her abnormally large breasts, a full 37C.  Definitely far out of the statistical averages for a girl of Asian decent.  Natasha was sure she was highly likely to attract a flurry of bidding.

The young beauty walked to the front of the room, dressed in a white satin bra and matching panties with thigh high white stockings and black pumps.  The Mistress was certain to turn momentum in her favor with this offering.

As Natasha ran her eyes up and down the girl for the last time, she knew parting with this one was going to be harder then normal.  There were certain girls, like Kate, that just had a way of working their way into her heart.  Tanaka was clearly one.  Her first exposure to this girl came many months ago from an operative staking out a different young lady at a nightclub in Chinatown.  That particular operation was quickly scrapped when it was decided by the group that they would be better off taking Tanaka instead.  A frantic series of phone calls between Natasha and the abduction team lead to the girl being swiped the very next night from her hotel room.  All it took was a $50 bribe to a room service clerk.

Like most Asian girls, her training went smoothly.  After the initial shock and acceptance of their situation, these exotic beauties tended to succumb easily, and were, for the most part a joy to train.  While certainly no one likes pain, the Asian women learned to deal with it much better then any other ethnic group.  Tanaka in particular seemed to be able to handle anything thrown at her.  Girls like that were always a challenge to the Mistress, and as was her practice, she put Tanaka through hell and back.  Natasha had many late night sessions with her, which always, always included the tit press, and then any other awful thing she could dream up.  But like Kate, Tanaka was always ready to do more to please her Mistress.  She too had fallen in love with her captor and would put her body through unimaginable tortures to please her mistress.

Natasha was certain this young woman was going to be a slave that would make her new owner very happy indeed.  The two women shared a quick glance, Tanaka hoping against hope that the Mistress would have a change of heart and decide to keep her.  She could make her so happy she thought to herself.  A tear rolled down the Japanese girl’s lily-white cheek.  The Mistress extended her hand and wiped it away.  She reached over to kiss her on the left cheek. Natasha’s soft whisper of “I’m sorry” was heard only by the Japanese girl.  Kate knew her biggest rival for the affections of the Mistress was this Oriental wench, and that is why there was never any real warmth between the two rivals.  She was only too happy to see her head out onto the stage.

An audible buzz quickly filled the auditorium, despite the music that was just a bit too loud.  All eyes focused on #314, as she strutted slowly around the stage.  The Mistress barked out the essential information, but it was mostly ignored as the onlookers focused only on the girl.  At least eight women left their seats for a closer look at the beauty.  Finally she stepped up and onto the podium where her bra was immediately removed.  Her large tits spilled out, but remained surprisingly taught on her chest, seemingly defying gravity.  Tanaka put her hands behind her head, just as she was trained, in order to let them stick out even further.

The “full body preview” was requested by multiple bidders, who went behind the curtain in groups of three for a personal inspection of her most intimate areas.  Not surprisingly there were no complaints as the women retook their seats so the bidding could begin.

“I thought you would like this one ladies.  #314 as you can imagine, will be difficult for me to part with.  I personally spent a great deal of time with her, more then most of the girls here, and I can assure you she will make as good a slave as we have ever offered here.  Those of you that know me know that I don’t say that without truly believing it.”

“Let us start the bidding at $150,000”.  Multiple paddles, too many to count, rocketed skyward.

“Do I hear $200,000?”  Not one dropped out.

“Very well then, $250,000.”  On and on it went, in increments of $50,000 until only two women were left, both Chinese coincidently, as the price hit $550,000.  Natasha was giddy with excitement, yet also kicking herself for not having more Asian girls available this evening.  She would not make that mistake again.  They always went like hot cakes, she thought to herself, especially when they were this pretty.  Finally one of the Ladies dropped out $650,000.

“Going once at $650,000!  Going twice at $650,000!!”

But Natasha felt there was more money to be wrung out of this sale. Just before she slammed the gavel down she did something that reinforced her employees confidence in her, but also completely destroyed what little faith Tanaka had left in the Mistress.

“Ladies, did I mention that #314 also is an anal virgin?” 

Tanaka, tried not to look over at the Mistress, but she could not help herself.  She was careful not to speak, knowing the punishment that would quickly follow, but she glanced over at Natasha and tried desperately to hold back any additional tears.  Hearing those words from the Mistress was the ultimate duplicity.  During their many nights together over the last few months, when she and the Mistress were at their most intimate, she asked, sometimes even begged Natasha to torture her.  She did this not because she liked it, in fact she hated it.  Tanaka loathed what her Mistress did to her.  She offered herself because she knew it gave Natasha great pleasure.  Tanaka was well aware of Natasha’s sadistic nature and the only way for her to get off was to punish helpless girls.  But the petite Japanese girl was no different then her fellow slave Kate, who also had fallen deeply in love with the Mistress, and would also do anything for her.  And with that love came surrender.  Surrender of her heart and her body.  The only thing that Tanaka asked, between the seemingly endless waxings of her cunt, the brutal compacting of her tits, the electric shocks delivered to her pussy, the only thing she asked, was that the Mistress Natasha not violate her ass.

The hatred of anal penetration was pretty standard for Japanese girls.  They tended to be petite and by default had tiny, forbidding assholes.  It was only natural that they preferred to have that part of their body left alone.  For all the times that Natasha and her were together, she never once entered her from behind.  The slave liked to think it was because the two of them had a “special relationship”.  Certainly Natasha could have fucked her that way any time she wanted.  But the truth was that she could have cared less about any of her slave’s wishes, she was smart enough to think ahead to this night, the night of the auction.  An anal virgin of this quality was worth their weight in gold. 

And it worked.  Bidders who had previously dropped out re-raised their numbered paddles.  The price was climbing fast to over $700,000.  The only ones left were the same two Chinese women.  Obviously both a little miffed that either would have to spend quite a bit more to secure their prize then just a few short minutes ago. 

Natasha made it her business to know her customers and their tendencies, and it was no secret what was going on here.  In addition to he many other talents, Natasha was also an accomplished student of history.  The Chinese, with their newfound capitalist riches, were now starting to show off some of their hard earned cash.  What better way to do it then to purchase a lovely Japanese slave girl? A girl that represented a country that has always has been China’s historical enemy.  An enemy, in fact, that as recently as the 1930’s ruled their own country with a brutal hand.  This bidding war was no doubt a crude attempt to gain some manner of retribution to correct a historical wrong.  The winning bidder, at $740,000 was a familiar customer, a woman named Lily Xiao Hong.  She was extremely well connected to the very top of the Chinese government, through means that were unclear to Natasha.  It was not her concern though, Lily’s money was just as good as anyone else’s, and she had just made an exceptional purchase.  In fact Ms. Hong had made a similar acquisition at the last auction, buying Nikkis’s former tormentor, another Japanese girl named Kiko.  The amount this time though was significantly higher.

#314 was promptly hauled of the stage and she and the Mistress shared one short, unhappy glance.  Only now was it completely clear to the 20-year-old Asian beauty just how foolish she had been to let herself be sucked into the Mistress’ web of lies and deceit.  Natasha truly felt sorry for the girl, there was really no way to explain to her that this was only business. 

She felt an additional tinge of remorse because she was well aware of what likely lay ahead for her former lover.  Once safely back in China, the poor young girl was probably going to be the main attraction at an ultra-exclusive party for high ranking female Communist party officials.  There she would be chained down on all fours and fucked over and over again in the ass by as many as ten different lesbian bitches, all wearing large strap-on dildos.  Tanaka’s greatest fear would come true, and in the most sadistic manner possible.  How did Natasha know this?  One of the other women in the audience tonight, another bidder, had been invited to just such a “party” recently, in celebration of a huge kickback for a road construction project.  This other woman, Ms. Hong’s equally high-ranking friend, had told Natasha that Kiko had been the “party favor” for that event.  It was brutal for her just like it would be for Tanaka.  But again, once the cash deposit was confirmed, what happened to the girls afterwards was not her concern.

Natasha received a loud ovation once she re-entered the waiting room.  This certainly took the sting out of the previous sale.  #314 had gone in the top 10% of all sales and the staff was jubilant, with fully nine more girls yet to go.  They had booked deals for over a $1,000,000 on the first three girls, a record pace.  Kate and Nikki waited nervously in the corner as The Mistress prepared to call the next number.  Both were fully aware that Natasha could take either one of them at any moment and they would be separated forever, and there was nothing they could do about it.  The breathed a sigh of relief as it was #294, Sheila, the redhead from LA that was broken the same day as Kate.  Sheila and Kate had become close after their shared capitulation, and Kate was sorry to see her go.  The two shared a deep kiss as Sheila was led to the front of the room and eventually out the door.

From inside the waiting room, her sale appeared to be relatively uneventful.  She went for a shade more then the other redhead, $290,000, then did Jessica, the first girl sold that evening.  Kate was not surprised as she felt that Sheila was much more attractive.  The fifth and sixth girl to go were also uneventful sales, at least to Kate and Nikki, who were having a hard time paying attention to anything more then there own fates. The 6th sale marked “halftime” in tonight’s proceedings.  The Mistress came out and announced to everyone that there would be a 30-minute break in the action. 

This pause was designed for the bidders to take a closer look at the remaining girls up for sale and hopefully loosen their purse strings.  It also gave the staff a chance to provide additional refreshments and most importantly alcohol.  Spending large and sometimes foolish sums of money on beautiful women was not something done just by intoxicated men.  Plying their guests with expensive booze was all part of the overall plan here tonight. 

Natasha and her staff were well aware that most women preferred not to leave empty handed, which is why they always invited more guests the there were girls available.  The stakes would get ratcheted up as the supply of girls dwindled.  The second half of the proceedings invariable led to some feverish bidding wars between some of the world’s wealthiest lesbians.  There was much hope that what remained on the block would cause the same outcome.  In addition Natasha also had a little surprise up her sleeve to bring in more money.

Natasha wandered out into the crowd to mingle again with her guests.  Ever the gracious hostess, she wanted to assure the winning bidders that all had made wonderful choices.  She also took a bit of time to make sure that the first time guests were enjoying themselves and to assure everyone that the best was yet to come.  It would be wise, she reminded them, to keep their checkbooks handy, as they would not be disappointed with the remaining 6 girls.

The hostess quietly excused herself and walked up a flight of stairs to a private room overlooking the auction area.  Inside Dr. Olga and a woman named Darby Coles, her CFO, were busily processing the initial haul. 

“How are we doing?”

“We have over $2.2 million now, that is very good but a little below our initial projections.”  Replied Darby, respectively.

“We still have some great talent left”.  Replied Natasha, uncharacteristically defensive.

“I really wish we had more Asian girls, we must not be caught shorthanded again.”  Both women nodded in agreement.  Efforts would be redoubled immediately to procure more merchandise from that part of the world.

The three women looked carefully at the guest list and there definitely were some big spenders who had yet to chime in on the evenings festivities, that was always a good sign.  There was kind of an unspoken agreement between the three of them that tonight’s auction would have to raise at least $6,000,000 or unspecified “changes” would need to be made in their business model.  Those “changes”, as previously discussed between Olga and Natasha, were likely to cause significant turmoil at Stonebriar. 

Natasha left that room and headed to another nearby.  There she changed out of her dress and into something much more provocative, a bright red leather corset and black thigh high boots.  This new ensemble allowed Natasha to show her ample bosom and well-toned body and legs, of which she was very proud.  In addition, it was a fresh reminder to both customer and slave alike of how serious the remainder of the evening was to become.  Natasha grabbed her trusty riding crop and headed back to the prep room, it was time to get back to business.