The Auction Block

Chapter 27  September 30th 10:30 PM

Rachael waited nervously in the introduction room as the Princess completed her large transaction.  Once it was confirmed, the Middle Eastern monarch entered the room.  Rachael stood on the podium, her heart pounding.  This was as nervous as she had been in some time.  The Princess dismissed the Commandant after politely indicating that the removal of the chastity belt would not be necessary.  She motioned to the young girl to take her outstretched hand.  Rachael took it and stepped down to the floor.

“Kneel before me, my dear. For now I am your new mistress.”  The Princess commanded, in nearly flawless English, Rachael noted.

Rachael obediently complied and put her head down in a subservient manner, precisely as she had been trained. 

“My name is Princess Basma, I want to congratulate you, as you have become my very first slave.  Many people have told me that Mistress Natasha trains the most obedient lesbian slaves in the world.  Now at last I will get to see for myself.”

Rachael knelt, head still bowed, knowing that she had not been granted permission to speak and certainly would not do so now.

“I can promise you”, the Princess continued, “that I do have an interesting life planned for you, though probably not as you had hoped for, my dear.  You are going to be introduced to a whole new culture and a way of doing things that is completely foreign to you.  I am not going to lie to you, your first few months as my slave will probably not be very enjoyable.  In just a few short weeks you will be my first entry into the Sappho Olympics.  You will be exposed to some practices probably more fiendish then whatever it is they do to girls here.”

Rachael was stunned, not sure what to think.  Why did this have to happen now?  She was sure that she would “get lucky” and be sold to an owner that would treat her well.  She had no real basis for feeling that way, just a hunch during the last few months of her training.  Perhaps she felt that her willingness to eagerly participate in her training would be a reward.  All the girls that “took” well to their training held out hope that their positive attitude would be rewarded.  Rachael, should have known better.  Slaves always went to the highest bidder; the Mistress was not going to do any of them any favors by steering them toward the better owners.

The Princess slipped one arm out from her dress and then the other.  She allowed the silky black garment to drop to the floor.  Her intentions were now quite clear.  Rachael looked up quietly muttered:  “Yes Mistress, I am ready to pleasure you in any way you so desire.”

Princess Basma patted her on the head, like she was an obedient dog, and lowered her black satin panties, allowing Rachael to get a whiff of her femininity.

“Lick my pussy, and I shall tell you all about what you have to look forward to when we return to my palace.”

Rachael leaned forward with her mouth, placing her hands just underneath each cheek of the Princess’ surprisingly tight ass.  She pressed her mouth forward, darted out her tongue and began licking her new owner’s cunt.

“Yes my dear, keep going, that is nice.”  The princess started to rock her hips forward a bit, as the soft pink tongue of slave #309 continued to work it’s magic.  “Now let me tell you all about the wonderful little event that you will be entered in.  You will compete against the lesbian slaves of other wealthy royals of my country and the surrounding region.  There are maybe a dozen of us, wealthy women who delight in showing off our properly trained girls to the others.  Once a year we get together and make our slaves compete against each other in bizarre and unusual sexual games.”  The Princess was getting wetter by the moment, this slave knew exactly what she was doing, and she was close to coming already.  She wanted to finish her dialogue though first and forced Rachel’s hot mouth away from her burning hole. 

“You have done nothing wrong, she told her slave reassuringly.  You will be allowed to continue in a moment.”  Rachael lowered her head again and took her hands and placed them properly behind her own back as the Mistress continued.  “I don’t want to tell you too much now, but it is safe to say that American girls are decidedly unpopular in my part of the world.  You will likely be subjected to some of the most difficult and unusual torments possible.  I am not worried though.  Misterss Natasha tells me that all of her girls trained to handle the most difficult tortures imaginable.  I hope that is true, is it my dear?  I hate to lose!”

Princess Basma grabbed the back of Rachael’s hair violently and pointed her head upwards, forcing the young slave to look her directly in the eye.  Rachael was initially stunned at the amount of force used jerk her head back and equally surprised at the almost instantaneous shift in demeanor exhibited by the Princess.  There was no doubt in her mind now that she was indeed on of the unlucky ones.  “Yes Mistress,” she answered meekly, “I am ready to submit to anything for you.  I will do anything I can to make you proud of me.”

“That is exactly what I wanted to hear, now get back to work.”  The Princess pushed the back of her slave’s head forward again, forcing Rachael’s talented mouth right back onto the Princess’ cunt.  In a few moments her reward came.  The Princess received a knee shaking orgasm.  She quickly regained her self-control and got dressed. She exchanged no words with her new slave, treating her as if she didn’t even exist.  She was hired help, Rachael knew that instantly, and she always would be treated that way.  The Princess cleaned and washed herself at the sink and exited the room to rejoin the auction. 

Rachael just lay there in the middle of the floor, her mouth still covered in pussy juices.  She was sobbing softly to herself.  She had accepted her fate along time ago, but she never expected anything this dreadful.  The Commandant walked in to prepare the girl for shipment.  She had watched the whole episode on a secret monitor.  She helped Rachel to her feet and gave her a towel to clean up with. 

“Why” she asked, “Why do I have to go to someone this awful?”  The slave muttered out.

The Commandant didn’t answer immediately. She just helped the girl to her feet and helped to freshen her up.  There was no denying the empathy she felt towards the pretty young slave.  She experienced this with most of the girls.  Commandant Emily was well aware that their time here, for many of slaves, would be a picnic in comparison for what they would face with their new owners.  She was as gentle as she could be with Rachael.  Commandant Emily had been hand picked for the unenviable task of taking care of the final preparations. None of the upper level staff members wanted to deal with the intense emotions that the girls would feel just before they left the compound forever. Emily was the last staff person from Stonebriar any of them would ever see again.

For her though, it wasn’t that easy.  She was the last person that the girls would see before beginning the journey into permanent slavery.  Commandant Emily herself was one of the younger women on the staff, just 26.  She had been chosen for this job because of her friendly demeanor, one that the slaves readily adapted to.  Among her duties of course was preparing the girls for transport.  The tasks included dressing them in whatever attire, if any, their new owners requested. Lingerie, leather, dresses, whatever the new mistresses wished.  More importantly though, Commandant Emily was to ensure that the all important remote control to the chastity belt, with their electric shocking mechanism, was given to the new owner.

Princess Basma had filled out a form indicating that she would like to have #309 wearing a tiny black bra and panty set, complete with stockings and garters.  It was no surprise to the young guard that the cheerleader outfit meant nothing to the new foreign buyer.  Emily had selected just the right ensemble, and proper size, and proceeded to dress the younger girl.  Rachael offered no resistance as the comely staff member helped to outfit the young slave.

The girls were separated by only a few years; in another world they could have been close friends.  But here they were heading in completely opposite directions.  Rachael knew what she faced; there was no point in trying to do anything to change that.  But before she left here, into a likely hellish existence at the hands of her new Mistress, she had some questions.

“Why are you doing this?  How can you participate in something so horrible?” she asked in a matter-of-fact manner, not expecting an answer.

Surprisingly though she got one.  Commandant Emily had always wanted to lift some of her guilt and with this slave she finally had an opportunity.  “I know there is nothing I can say that will make you feel any better about your situation, but I feel I at least owe you some type of explanation.  What I am going to tell you, I don’t want to sound like this a justification for what I have done, it’s not.  I know what I am doing in here is wrong.”

Rachael looked on disbelievingly, surprised that she was getting any answer at all.

The Commandant continued.  “You see for my whole life, ever since I was young girl, I was made to feel like an outcast.  I grew up in a small town and it was not easy being a lesbian. I had a very difficult time growing up.  Pretty girls, girls like you, always teased me and rejected my attempts at having a relationship.  I was young, and didn’t know any better, I didn’t know that there were other young women out there like me.  Women who liked having sex other women.  In fact I would bet if you had a chance to speak freely with the other women that work here, I am sure you would hear similar stories.   It wasn’t until I met Commandant Stone, who told me that it was all right to be comfortable, with who I was.  There was nothing wrong with sleeping with other women she assured me.  I was mesmerized by her and never wanted to be apart from her.  Once she felt that she could trust me, she introduced me to Mistress Natasha.  The three of us would spend hours together, just talking and then having sex.  Then one day they asked me, asked me if I would be willing to join their special group.  It was located hundreds of miles from where I lived, out in the middle of nowhere.  It was a place they told me where pretty young girls would never turn me down for sex, and if they did they would be punished for it.  It almost sounded to good to be true, but once I came here, and saw for myself what it was all about, I knew that I never wanted to leave and would do anything to stay.”

Rachael just offered a blank look, trying to digest what she had just heard, before asking, “But it’s inhuman what goes on here.  You are taking us away from everything we have ever known, torturing us for months and then selling us off to some heartless bitches just for money.  How can you be a part of this?  How is this fair to me?  I wasn’t given any choice when they took me.  How would you like this to happen to you?”  Rachael was starting to raise her voice now.

“I don’t condone everything that is done here.  I see each and every day how much you girls suffer.  I have thought about this a lot, I really have.  Every three months it is my responsibility to prepare all of you for shipment, that is not easy let me tell you.  They think it is, but it’s not.  There are some girls, like you #309, that I have grown very close to. No matter how much they tell us not to get emotionally involved with the slaves sometimes it is impossible not to. A part of me wishes that there were some way I could help.  I get no pleasure in watching how you are broken down and the trained.  To see and hear what you girls go through is inhumane.  I just don’t know how else it could be done properly to get the results that they do.”

“It doesn’t have to be done at all!!!!”  Rachael was raising her voice again.  “We have not done anything wrong.  All the girls like me, we all come from families, families who want us back more then anything, families that would be stunned at what is happening to us if they only knew, and I am almost glad they don’t.  Why don’t you do something to stop this madness?” Rachael was pleading now.  “Just go to the authorities and get us out of here!”  Please!”

Commandant Emily looked into the girl’s eyes.  She could see how scared she was, even as she helped her into her the tiny black panties, a little too small to cover the chastity belt.  She stopped for a minute, and gave the girl a kiss on the lips.  This was absolutely forbidden, as #309 was technically no longer Institute property, but the young staff member didn’t care.  Rachael had always been one of her favorite girls there and she would miss her dearly.  What she was saying made sense of course, as she started to fasten the garters to the stockings.  She grabbed the satiny black bra and put it over Rachael’s tits, but not before squeezing them gently and giving her another passionate kiss on the lips. 

Rachael looked at this moment as her big chance, perhaps her last one.  She wanted to seduce the older girl into helping her.  She turned around and continued her lingering kiss with the guard.  With her hands mercifully free, she put them to good use and started to probe for the Commandant’s cunt.  The tight latex pants that all the guards were required to wear this evening made it difficult.  “Please let me do this for you.” Rachael begged, as she dropped to her knees, feverishly trying to pull the guards tight pants down.

The young woman thought carefully now.  She was about to cross a line of which she could not go back.  If she were discovered carrying on with a slave now there was no telling what could happen to her.  She had of course seen the vast assortment of torture equipment at the Institute and in no way did she want to be subjected to any of it. 

But as was so often the case when beautiful young woman were involved, common sense went out the window.  Emily began to think of who would know about this possible indiscretion?  How long did she have with her?  In the meantime Rachael continued to pepper the Jessica’s stomach with soft little kisses as she worked hard to get down to her cunt.  Rachael knew that planting her experienced mouth on Jessica’s pussy was really her last opportunity to convince anyone to help her.  How long did she have until other security staff would come in? 

At last she gave in, the young guard lowered her pants and then finally her panties at Rachael hungrily dove at her cunt.  For the second time in 15 minutes, Rachael was licking away at a strange woman’s pussy.  Rachael pulled her head back, long enough for the two women to make eye contact.  But without warning Emily used her right hand to force Rachael’s mouth back onto her smoldering cunt.  “Please, please don’t stop!”  She screamed. 

The pretty brunette continued to slide her tongue up and down Emily’s now soaking wet pussy lips.  It didn’t take long, just another minute or two for Rachael to dart her tongue inside Emily’s slot and then the 26 year old fell backwards onto a couch, where she enjoyed the after effects of a mind blowing orgasm, her entire body tingling with delight.  The Jordanian Princess was a lucky woman indeed, she thought, as she started to compose herself.

Rachael however was already up and looking around the room, scouting around for possible exits.  She was smart enough to realize though that she would not get far without inside help.  With the chastity belt able to deliver punishing and neutralizing shocks to her pussy, she surmised that she would be quickly recaptured anyway. Her only hope was to pray that Commandant Emily would have an ounce of compassion in her heart and would be willing to help after what she had just done for her.

Rachael crawled over to her captor and put her head in her lap while gently stroking her legs.  “Please Commandant, will you help me?  I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with that witch.”

The Commandant, now fully composed, got up, placing Rachel’s head back onto the couch.  “#309, you are a wonderful slave, and I will always remember our last few minutes together.  But I cannot help you.  Even if I wanted to there is no way to get you out of here.  The security is too tight and it is much too dangerous.  The penalty for getting caught, for each of us, would be beyond comprehension.”

“Please, I beg of you, don’t make me go with her!!!!”  Rachael stood up and tried to hold the Commandant.  She took one step back and ordered the slave back to her knees.

“I am going to tell you what I tell all the girls that I process for shipment out of Stonebriar.  Try to remember the good times you had here, you in particular #309 will always hold a special place in my heart.  I remember each of you and I wish you all the best of luck with your new Mistress.  Try to remember that things don’t always turn out as bad as they seem.  You may one day grow to appreciate your new life.”

Rachael knew it was hopeless now, she had but one chance, to attack and overpower this ungrateful bitch and somehow try to sneak out of here.  She sprung to her feet and tackled the larger woman, sending both of them to the floor.  Commandant Emily was startled at first, this type of aggression had not happened in quite some time.  She did not panic though, but instead relied on her training.  She had been told time and time again not to try to subdue an inmate alone; instead she should just get help.  As the two women rolled around on the floor Emily pressed a small button on her necklace, immediately a silent alarm was triggered and a half dozen guards entered the room and quickly corralled the wayward slave.

“Thank you ladies, you can see this one has gotten a little feisty for her own good.”  With the heavy breathing Rachael now subdued and held in place, the equally sweaty Commandant retrieved the all-powerful remote for the chastity belt.  Let this be a reminder to you.  She held the “engage button” and the two spring-loaded metal plates lowered themselves into position.  Rachael could feel them press into the soft flesh on either side of her cunt.  She knew what was coming next.

But before anything happened, the women forced a bit gag into her mouth and fastened it tightly. 

“Hold her tight.”  The Commandant commanded.  She pressed the “Shock Button” and immediately a burst of voltage traveled through Rachael shaved snatch.  She tried to get up, but too many hands were holding her down.  “And Again.”  A second, longer charge followed the first.  Rachael was breathing even more heavily now through the gag now as she tried to squirm away.  She was now being held by all fours now, as Jessica got right up in her face. 

“Have you learned your lesson yet, you little bitch?”  Before Rachael could answer, Jessica pressed the button again.  The 22 year old shook violently, but the guards held strong, preventing the girl from wiggling free and causing any more damage.  The rambunctious little bitch was clearly exhausted, and there was no sense in damaging someone else’s property any further.  After all she would need time to rest before her long trip to the Middle East.  Handcuffs were slapped on her, before the Commandant dismissed the other guards.  Comfortable now being alone with the certainly sorry slave she casually escorted Rachael to the adjoining room. 

Through the door was a narrow, dimly lit hallway with doors numbered one through twelve.  They stopped at number nine.  Emily took a key and opened it up.  The room, if you could call it that, was no bigger then a closet.  Inside was bench and that was it.  There was no light.  The Commandant pushed the girl inside and forced her down on the bench. 

“I will miss you #309, I am sorry our last few moments had to end like this.  I wish you well on your journey.  You will never see any of us again, but I hope that you are able to think of some of the good times we had together.”  Emily bent over and kissed the pretty young slave on the forehead for the last time, as she did with every girl who left Stonbriar forever.  Tears rolled down Rachael’s cheeks as the door behind her was closed and locked.  She was left in total darkness now, not knowing what would come next, but certain it would not be good.

Emily walked down the hallway to the door, stopping at each cell to make sure it was locked.  Behind each of these doors were the other girls sold earlier in that evening, each kept in complete darkness and in total silence.  Per Natasha’s strict instructions, no slave was allowed to leave the premises until the auction was completed.  Just three more to go and then the staff could count the spoils.