The Auction Block

Chapter 26   September 30th, 10:00 PM

Natasha’s new outfit certainly caught everyone’s attention.

“All right ladies, it is time to get back to work.”  Obediently the staff jumped to attention and started to check and recheck the remaining six girls to make sure they were perfect and ready to go.  Natasha had decided that the remainder of the evening would take on much more of a kinky bent as was obvious by her costume change.  Without hesitation she order that the remaining six girls be changed into their “B” outfits.  This decision did not come completely by surprise, and the staff was prepared.  The Mistress was well known to mix things up and liked keeping her people on their toes.  She waited only 15 minutes as all of the slaves were quickly stripped of their previously chosen outfits and redressed into their new garments.

Satisfied with the lightening fast work, Natasha paced back and forth in the room up, carefully sizing up her remaining sluts, now looking splendid in their new fetish attire.   She stopped at Kate, stared at her for a moment, and smiled at her beautiful young slave.  The young girl could feel her heart pounding; “please, please, please don’t pick me” she thought to herself.  Kate let out a sigh as the Mistress turned away.  She put her hand on a gorgeous brunette, #313.  It was Maria, the Latina girl that had been in the adjoining cell to Nikki once Kate had been taken.

Maria had been dressed in a very tight fitting stewardess’ uniform, complete with an airline cap.  In fact, all the rest of the girls for sale this evening were all dressed in some sort of uniform.  Part of the fetish theme that was to be used in the second half of the auction.   Natasha felt that dressing the girls into different costumes was a fun and hopefully profitable way of continuing the evening.  At the very least it would certainly get everyone’s attention.

Before Natasha and her slave entered the room, the speakers played the sounds of a jet engine roaring to life and the screens showed airplanes flying through the skies.  A narrator crackled over the speakers, “Ladies, do you remember the golden age of airline travel, before the cattle stampede that has become commercial air transportation today?  Remember when everyone dressed up and gorgeous stewardesses were at your beck and call to serve you?  Well those days are here again, please focus your eyes on our next offering…”

On queue, Maria stepped forward to the gasps of the crowd.  She was an absolutely stunning young woman, a mere 19 years old, with long flowing jet-black hair.  She had a fabulous, to die for, body.  She was only 5’ 3” and weighed in at a perfect 110 pounds.  Her most outstanding feature though were her enormous breasts, a full 38D.  The tight uniform she was compressed into only accentuated that feature. 

Nikki had deliberately not formed many close relationships during the training phase, with the obvious exception of her sister.  Watching Maria be led out to the stage was a palpable blow to her.  The two provided each other with much needed support during the difficult “breaking” phase and Nikki started to shed her first tears of the evening.  Kate held her close.  They were still together, but who could say how long that would last?

Out on the stage, Natasha took a much more active roll in “peddling” the merchandise. The first thing she did was change again, this time into a “pilot’s” uniform, to play along with the theme. She followed a few steps behind the young Latin girl, gently tapping her ass with the riding crop as she made her slow trip around the catwalk.  Natasha was now wearing a wireless microphone and used it to describe Maria’s many features in glowing detail.  The audience could feel her excitement as Natasha began to carefully disrobe the young Mexican girl.  She unbuttoned her dark blue blouse and casually tossed it aside.  Next came the unzipping of her matching skirt, which dropped to her ankles.  Maria was now wearing only a white lace bra, white panties over the ubiquitous chastity belt, and white stockings. A true fantasy come to life.  Maria stood still as Natasha unhooked her bra, allowing her magnificent tits to burst free from the exhausted fabric; an audible gasp filled the room as the cameras focused in tightly and her magnificent bosom.  The two big video screens clearly showing everyone present just how impressive her tits really were.

“Seeing is believing ladies, if you are a breast woman, like I am, #314 may be the perfect choice for you.  I can assure you, she does have the biggest pair of any of our remaining girls.”

Maria stood perfectly still on the podium as Mistress Natasha invited anyone who wished to come up and get a closer look.  Half a dozen women took the invitation and joined them on stage.

“Feel free ladies to touch them, feel for yourself that they are oh so real.”  First one, then two, then three, and finally all six of the women were rubbing their hands all over Maria’s body.  Caressing, squeezing, inspecting every available inch of her tender body.  A couple ladies even traced the delicate area around the chastity belt, no doubt hoping to slip a finger underneath the seal to feel the intimate treasure underneath.  This was the ultimate indignity for Maria.  Strangers had unfettered access to her body and they were taking full advantage of it.  They were worse then drunken high school boys, of which she had plenty of experience with.  Natasha knew that this activity would cause Maria a great deal of consternation, but she could only chuckle.  Maria was a proud young woman; in fact, her length of time before going to the chamber was in the top 10% of all slaves.  This unseemly groping was clearly unpleasant for her.

Maria held up well though, and Natasha was proud of her.  Now was the time for a little extra surprise.

“Ladies, can I ask you all to please take a few steps back from the podium for a moment?”

One of the guards, on queue, stepped out from behind the curtains and brought with her a silver tray.  Out of the corner of her eye, without turning her head, Maria could see that this was going to be very distasteful.  From the tray, Natasha took a sterling silver squirt bottle and sprayed the slave’s tits with an ice cold liquid.  The effect was instantaneous; Maria’s nipples started to stiffen.  Within moments they were rock hard.  The oil only increased the allure of her perfect globes as the high intensity track lighting system illuminated them brilliantly.

“Ladies I would like to show all of you that these beautiful breasts aren’t just for show, there are some practical benefits to owning them as well.”

Natasha grabbed a tit press from the tray.  A fearsome apparatus, it was a black wooden device with gold studs used to compact the tits of any woman unfortunate enough to wear it.  With the help of the guard, Natasha carefully grabbed each oil-covered breast and placed them between the wooden slats.  The press was fastened tightly behind Maria’s back with the belt like strap and a small hook was connected from the middle of the upper slat to Maria’s slave collar, to provide extra support and hold her breasts high.

Satisfied the press was in place, Natasha and the guard methodically began to screw the large wing nuts, on either side of the upper bar, tighter and tighter.  #314 was obviously in pain as her beautiful bosoms were slowly being compacted.  Natasha decided to gamble here by not using any type of restraint mechanism on Maria.  Her hands were completely free.  It took a tremendous amount of willpower for her not to scream out, not to fight back, not to do anything to stop this attack on a very tender part of her body. 

What the bidders, and even most of the guards didn’t know, was that Natasha and Maria had literally spent the last month in training for just this moment.  Every day, at precisely the same time, Natasha would summon for Maria to be taken to a private training room.  The guards were excused once Maria was firmly secured to a rack attached to a wall. 

The training process was indeed a painful one, as it was designed to be.  Maria was forced to stand, while her wrists and ankles were cuffed securely to a wall.  The Mistress herself attached the tit press to her.  Her chastity belt was removed and two electrodes were glued to her pussy.  The Mistress told her that this test was designed to increase her tolerance for pain.  She had absolutely nothing to worry about between her legs if she could remain strong enough to avoid screaming as the press was tightened.  Each day the Mistress would turn the screws a bit more then the previous day.  Maria did gradually build up a tolerance, but each session inevitably ended with Maria screaming out as her tits were compacted to their very limits.  Sure enough Natasha was all too pleased to deliver a searing burst of electricity to her slave’s pussy.  At the end of the 30 days though, Maria was able to bear an almost mind boggling amount of pain. 

And it was now that this intensive training with the Mistress was paying off.

The bidders were clearly impressed at the amount of torture this slave could endure, without so much as a peep coming from her.  But even Maria’s face was starting to show fatigue as Natasha and the guard continued to turn away at the screws. At last they stopped, but only to ask one of the ladies present if they would like the honor of attaching nipple clamps to the engorged tits.  One woman stepped forward and gladly performed the task.  Maria did her best to remain still as Natasha played with the chains, letting them sway back and forth.  The pretty Latina girl knew what was next.  She did not wait long as Natasha added some heavy weights to the chains, little solid steel “ornaments” as she called them. They dangled from the chains and added increased pressure to her terribly swollen nipples.

“You see ladies, this girl loves pain, she can take whatever is dished out and willingly asks for more.”

A number of clearly impressed bidders nodded.

“I can assure you, what is between her legs is every bit as tantalizing as what hangs from her chest.  Can I ask everyone to return to their seats so we can begin the bidding?”

Several of the women were disappointed at this obvious attempt to brush past the “full body preview”.  Natasha was well aware of that, but with this girl, it was the tits that were going to make the sale.  No sense delaying the bidding any longer.  Natasha was certain that this was likely to be a spirited round of action.  Whenever that many women came onto the stage, things generally got quite lively.

“Let us start the bidding at $250,000.”

More paddles then Natasha could count went up, a great sign.

“Very well then.”  Bidding went up in $50,000 increments until at last the gavel fell at $650,000.

“Sold to the lady from Ecuador.”

A warm applause circulated through the crowd and Ms. Rosalía Serrano accepted her congratulations.  Another wealthy landowner, weren’t they all in Latin America? Rosalia tended to favor large-chested girls, as a review of her previous purchases would confirm.  She would provide a good home for Maria.  With some of the other bidders here it could have been much worse for her.  It was usually best for the slaves to end up with someone who spoke their native tongue.  Girls who did not understand what was being told of them tended to have a much more difficult time then the others.  But, as most of the slaves came to realize, a common language was largely irrelevant to their new masters, as they were not being purchased for their conversation.

As Ms. Serrano was being led to the private room to get acquainted with her newest possession, Natasha hurried back to the prep room to bring the next girl out.  They were down to five now and the anxiety level of the remaining girls was high.  Natasha wasted little time as she promptly ordered #305 to the front of the room.  Nikki and Kate breathed a sigh of relief as a girl they new only as Ashley scurried to the front the room.  She was dressed the most provocatively of any of the remaining girls.  She was wearing only a tight black latex bra, ting matching panties and thigh high boots.  She stood obediently at the front of the room as she was fitted with a “pony girl”get up.  A rubber bit gag was forced into her mouth and she was fitted with a fair amount of shiny black bridle gear, including horse blinders and a humiliating headpiece, which stood straight up in the air.  The Mistress attached a leather leash to Ashley’s slave collar and forced the young blonde to her hands and knees.  After getting complimentary nods from the staff she led the girl out the door and onto the stage.

A pony girl showing fit perfectly with the fetish theme of the second half of the auction.  There were several buyers here tonight who were really into the whole pony girl scene, and Natasha felt it was wise to offer something tailored more to their specific tastes. There was nothing that made Ashley particularly better suited to play this role, really any of the girls could have done it, but the staff felt it best not to waste one of the real “A” list girls.  Pony girl buyers tended to buy more the “look” then the actual girl. 

Crawling around on her hands and knees was humiliating for any girl, but especially so for Ashley.  She was a bright girl studying at an elite university in England when she was abducted. She was a bit snooty, as was expected from a girl of British aristocracy, but that changed soon enough when she was brought to Stonebriar.  In just a few short weeks, she turned herself into a model slave and it was universally agreed by the staff that she would definitely be missed.   Natasha too was sorry to see her go. Nevertheless she did get some pleasure in leading the former haughty girl around on a leash with one hand and tapping her ass with a riding crop with the other.

A couple of slow trips around the runway and #305 was led to the pedestal, where she remained kneeling.  The girls in the prep room could see Ashley breathing heavily, with saliva coming out the corners of her mouth.  This was exactly how Natasha wanted her to look after being led through the paces.  Three potential bidders requested a full body review.  The curtain, as usual, descended to allow for privacy, providing a brief stoppage in the action. 

This allowed everyone in the prep room to gather their thoughts.  The two sisters held each other tightly as one of the staff members made her way over to them.  Nikki and Kate were stunned to see Commandant Stone heading straight towards them.  Both girls, for obvious reasons hated her, as did the other two girls still left waiting in the prep room.  Both shot her dirty looks.  Why was she even down here?  There was very little contact between the girls and the any of the staff from the submission floor once they had been moved to the training floor, Level Two.  Neither sister could remember seeing her for months.  She walked over to two girls and awkwardly hugged them both.

“Girls, I know it has been some time since I have seen either one of you.  I am certain that neither of you ever wanted to see me again.  It may not mean anything to you now, but I wanted you both to know that I understand how difficult this time may be for you.  I came down here to wish you both the very best.”

Both girls looked at her inquisitively, neither sure what to say.  Was she serious, or was this some last mocking gesture before they left the institute forever?

“There is no need to say anything,” Commandant Stone continued.  ”What I have done to you and participated in doing to you, it was nothing personal, it was only my job. I just wanted you to know that.  I don’t expect either of you to forgive me for what I have done; I only ask that as you move onto this next chapter in your lives that you understand why it was necessary.”

The Commandant kissed both girls on the cheeks and walked away, out of their lives forever.  For her, this impromptu visit was just to apply a little salve to her troubled conscience.  She had been with Mistress Natasha for years and likely would never leave her now, but sometimes the psychological toll became too much for her to bear and these brief visits provided an outlet to alleviate some of her guilt.

Meanwhile, back at the auction, things were heating up.  Just as Natasha expected, pony buyers were indeed a loyal lot.  When the gavel fell, the pretty young thing from the UK went for the tidy sum of $540,000.  She would be joining the “stables” of a noted Equine enthusiast, from her home country no less.

They were down to the final four and the tension in the waiting room was palpable.  The four remaining slaves consisted of a Chinese girl, a gorgeous brunette from the Midwest, and of course the sisters, Nikki and Kate.  There wasn’t much to do now but wait.  All four girls sat quietly in the middle of the room as attendants continued to apply make-up to their girls, brushed their hair, checked their outfits, etc.  Dialogue was kept to a minimum, largely because there wasn’t much left to say to one another that hadn’t already been said a thousand times.   The odd feelings of camaraderie between the slaves and staff slowly evaporated as the evening progressed.  As the ranks of the girls disappeared one by one, those that remained became increasingly annoyed at the ever-growing smiles of the staff.

It was all becoming too real now of what was really happening to them, their highly structured lives were about to be turned upside down.  As had been the case for the previous few months, nothing was under their control and feelings of helplessness were unavoidable.  All eyes remained focused on Nikki and Kate as no one was sure what the Mistress would do with them.  Everyone, slave and staff alike, genuinely did relate to their awful plight and felt sorry for them.

Natasha entered the prep room again all voices fell silent.  She walked to where everyone was gathered.  Her outfit bore no clues as to who would be called next.  Without much delay, her choice was revealed: it was #309, the striking brunette, Rachael from St. Louis.

By all accounts, Rachael was one of the prettiest girls there. She was taller then most of the others, maybe 5’ 9”.  She had dark, shoulder length hair and dark green eyes, clearly her most outstanding feature, and sure to be a hit here.  But perhaps most enticing was her look of pure innocence.  A look she somehow managed to maintain despite the intense torture and training process of the last six months.  That wasn’t the case for all the girls either.  Many “aged” much more then that during their stay.  Preventing that from being so obvious was a constant challenge for the staff.

The Mistress had had Rachael dressed in a high school cheerleading outfit, another of her fetish outfits.  She wore a tight white sweater, with a big red “S” (for Stonebriar) on the front.  She had a red and white poodle skirt and of course white stockings to round out the look.   Her hair was kept in a ponytail.

Obediently she stepped forward and waited at the opening in the door as Natasha strolled to the center of the stage. 

Out in the main room, Natasha took control.  “Ladies, for those of you not from this country, please allow me to introduce you to an all American fantasy.  In this country many men participate in sports of all types.  They generally become quite organized at the high school level here.  While the boys are playing their silly little games, pretty young girls are there on the sidelines to cheer them on.  Dressed in tight sweaters and tiny skirts, theses “cheerleaders”, as they are called here in this country, can wreck havoc on the budding sexuality of both sexes. Many times beautiful girls like these become an obsession to both boys and other girls alike.”

With the crowd’s interest slowly beginning to perk, Natasha signaled for the music to be turned up and for clips of various cheerleaders to be shown on the many video screens. A minute or so passed before she continued.

“Without further delay, I am proud to present our next offering, a beautiful brunette, known to us here as #309.  Certainly I am sure one of you will be able to give her a much more appropriate moniker.”

Rachael tried to smile as she took her queue, stepped out onto the stage and slowly traversed the well-worn carpet on the catwalk.  How many had been there before her she wondered?  She was happy to finally be leaving this god-awful place, but much like the others, she was scared of what was to come next.  Just six short months ago she had been out jogging by the river, seemingly in a safe neighborhood, and now she had been through hell, with the very real possibility of things becoming a whole lot worse.

She made her second loop around, trying to act peppy, as a cheerleader was supposed to.  She did a few jumps and short leg kicks before finally stepping onto the podium.  Natasha gave her a courteous smile, obviously pleased with her efforts.  Like the others, she obediently stood there as her Mistress removed first her sweater, then her bra, and then finally her skirt and panties.  Rachael was pleased to hear a steady stream of oohs and aahs as her clothing was removed piece by piece.

Normally this type of attention by other women would flatter her, but not tonight.  All it served to do was leave a sickening feeling in her stomach, like she was just another piece of meat on display, which in fact she was.  Natasha invited the well-dressed hordes of onlookers up for a closer look, and with that of course came the degrading and unwelcome groping and pawing.

Rachael, unbeknownst to Natasha and her staff initially, was already a lesbian.  A very discrete one as it turned out.  This was not an uncommon occurrence; maybe 1 in 15 women brought to the institute were already sexually active with other women.  This tended to make the conversion process a bit easier, but not as much as one might think. Gone was the need to force the girls to agree to sexual reorientation, as they were already lesbians.  This fact tended to knock a week or so off the capitulation process.  However the girls were still put through the same process and, just to be on the safe side, Dr. Olga still insisted that every girl be sent to her chamber.  Like most true lesbians, and with Rachael in particular, they tended to be deathly afraid of forced penetrations.  This unfortunately made her visit with Dr. Olga particularly unpleasant.  Rachael would best be remembered for the violent struggle she put up before finally succumbing to the diabolical dildo. 

As she worked her way through her training, Rachael was usually one of the first girls requested for the dreaded nightly “pleasuring sessions” given as perks to the staff.  She was particularly skilled with her tongue and only became more so with the deft instruction of the teaching staff.  Like many of the women who had been there for some time, Rachael gradually accepted her destiny and was pleased to be moving on despite the unknowns. 

She managed to force a smile as the various women took their turns feeling out nearly every square inch of her body.  Moments later, a pair of golden handcuffs were brought out, and she knew instinctively what that meant.  Rachael obediently placed her hands behind her back.  As the curtain fell, and her hands were locked behind her, Mistress pressed her thumb into the chastity belt and removed the delicate apparatus.  No less then six prospective bidders took at close look at her most intimate areas, careful though not to touch. 

Rachael was proud of her body and genuinely liked having her cunt kept in such pristine condition, although she was sure their was a better way of doing it then the brutal methods employed here.  Approving nods from the guests brought a smile to both her face and Natasha’s alike.  The Mistress was sure that this girl would keep the trend of high dollar sales going.  A few more minutes and the ladies were satisfied with their “sneak peak” at the goods and they returned to their seats.

“This is our ninth selection my dear guests, and I am sure you will all agree that this one does not disappoint.  Let us review the statistics of this lovely young girl before we open the bidding.  She is a youthful 22 years old, born and raised in the Midwestern United States.   #309 is 5 foot nine inches tall and weighs a mere 122 pounds.  She has kept her fine physique by being a cross-country runner and we have encouraged her to keep that up as she was being trained here.  And for a runner, I am sure you will all agree that she has wonderful breasts”.  Natasha took one in each of her hands and squeezed them gently.

“35B is her cup size.  And let me mention one other key fact that should increase your interest.  This pretty young lady was licking pussy long before we ever got our hands on her.”

A small gasp was detected in the audience.  Long time guests at the Institute had seen other true lesbians auctioned before.  Sophisticated buyers knew from experience that these girls tended to truly make the best slaves.

“I thought that would get your attention”, the Mistress continued.  “Those of you that know me, and have been here before, realize that this girl presents an uncommon opportunity.  She would lick your pussy without even being trained to do so. Combine that with our world-renowned training methods and you have a slave that is a rare find.  I must insist that we begin the bidding at $300,000.  Do I have any takers???”  The Mistress barked out.

To no one’s surprise a number of paddles went up, even from some unexpected places.  Bidding continued at a furious pace, in increments of $50,000.  Natasha peppered her requests for new bids with a healthy dose of additional attributes for this particular slave.  It seemed to work as Rachael was bid up to $700,000.  Finally it stopped.  The winning Bidder was the Princess from Jordan, beaten out earlier in the evening on the very first offering of the evening.  This time she was spending a considerable amount more, a full $500,000 more then her earlier losing bid.  This purchase was likely the confluence of a few factors; first time buyers trying to make a splash, the generous amounts of alcohol served and the unpleasant though of not wanting to go home empty handed.  Natasha was sure of those reasons likely played a role in Rachael being sold for such a healthy sum.

As she watched the young beauty being led to the introduction room, she could see the excitement in the face of Princess Basma.  Moments like these were such a joy for Mistress Natasha, she was helping make the dreams come true for so many lesbians.  She had no doubt that Rachael would indeed make a fine slave.  The Mistress felt some amount of sympathy for the American girl though.  Slaveholders in that part of the world tended to treat American girls in a particularly harsh manner.  Rachael was likely to undergo significant hardships in the beginning.  She undoubtedly would be given little time to prove her worth, Natasha thought, as Middle Eastern women tended to bore quickly of their slaves.  They often traded them to one another, often times into more difficult and unsavory situations.  Hopefully that would not be the case with Rachael though.  But there was nothing she could do about it now, she still had three more girls to sell, and more importantly, she had to figure out a way to deal with the dilemma of the Buckingham sisters’.