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Part 9
Sophie stepped out of the front door to her apartment block and past Nathan who stood aside letting her go first.
"Where's the limo, Nathe?" she asked.
"Listen Soph, I just had a text from Janet and she has had to go on to the Auction early so she has sent a car to pick us up. I guess that is it over there."
Nathan pointed not at a limo but at a parked white van. Sophie had an uneasy feeling which wasn't helped when she saw the two large men in long black coats get out of the vehicle.
"Go on, Soph," urged Nathan when he saw that his girlfriend had stopped walking. He pushed her gently and she started up again.
They reached the car whereupon one of the men greeted the anxious Asian student.
"Welcome, Miss Sophie Park, are you ready for our Auction."
Soph was a little scared now, but managed to utter "Y … y … yes." Fuck, they already knew her name.
"Yes, SIR!" said one of the men half seriously, half in an apparent jokey manner, and then quickly added, "Just getting you into the Auction spirit."
Sophie smiled nervously.
"You also need to put this on." The man produced a black, studded collar with a large silver D ring at the front.
Sophie shrunk back, "No way, thank you. I'm outta here."
Nathan stopped her escape with a gentle cajoling. "Come on Soph, it's an Auction, you've gotta play the game."
Sophie was not happy, but sighed and said, "Okay, but when you've put it on let me get straight inside the van, I don't want anyone to see me."
The man smiled and said, "Oh yes, Sophie don't worry that's exactly where you're going."
As Soph slipped off her coat, handed it to Nathan and moved her long hair to one side to allow access for the collar, she missed the assertive tone in the man's voice. The collar was secured around Sophie's sexi, tanned Asian neck before the man clipped a leash quickly to it.
"What the fuc …" Sophie's complaint was cut short when the man moved to her right wrist and clipped a handcuff around it.
"No, what … this is too much, let me go." But with clever movement and practiced speed another black coated man had now joined them and had secured Sophie's left wrist in the handcuffs.
"She's ours now boy", they said to Nathan, "You will see her next on the Auction block.
"Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaathe, helllllllllp," Sophie yelled as she was pushed into the open side door of the van. Nathan watched his scantily clad girlfriend disappear as the wide van doors slid shut.
Sophie lay sprawled on her back with her arms painfully trapped behind her. Looking round she saw that the back of the van, except for where the doors were, had leather seating all the way around the sides with a space about 3m by 3m in the middle. This was where Sophie now lay.
"She's got nice tits for an Asian cunt," one of them said. Sophie was stung by the crude nature of their remark.
"Let's see 'em, eh?"
"No, please," Sophie begged to no avail.
"She watched helplessly as her low cut yellow T was pulled down off her shoulders so that her breasts spilled free. Her nipples were hard as bullets.
"Okayyyyyyy, nice nips," said one of the men, of which Sophie could see there were now three with her in the back, and she presumed at least one more driving the van. The man who had originally collared her moved to kneel next to the poor captive girl. He fondled Sophie's erect nipples and then squeezed them hard making Sophie squeal and cry out. Then for no apparent reason he slapped her tits and face hard, several times. Sophie reeled and fell onto her side. She felt her collar taken and the leash fastened by its first chain link to a clip hook in the floor of the van. Sophie's head was rendered immobile.
The poor girl was then flipped onto her knees so that her head was fastened with her right cheek flat to the floor and her ass high in the air.
"Please, let me go," Sophie pleaded.
"Gag the cunt." Sophie felt her mouth filled with a rag of some sort and then a second strip of cloth was tied tightly between her lips and fastened at the back of her head. She was gagged and could now do no more than utter unintelligible grunts.
"Look at that pert ass, this one'll fetch a fortune, might even bid myself."
"You know we can't do that Kyle."
"Yeah I know, shame though," said Kyle as he moved Sophie's skirt up to bunch around her waist. Staring at the firm ass cheeks and tight thong, he stroked Sophie's flesh. The student girl squirmed and then she bucked as he moved the thong to one side.
"Shaved pussy boys, what did I tell you? And lookee here, she’s wet as a melting ice cube!"
It was true that despite the terrible nature of what was been done to her, Sophie's natural reactive juices were betraying her. Then he dipped his finger inside her naked slit and she groaned loudly into the gag.
"Hey Kyle, leave her now, we're not allowed to touch her – yet, you know that."
"Yeah, okay I know," Kyle bemoaned, and much to Sophie's relief withdrew his finger and replaced her thong.
As Sophie was left secured by her collar to the van floor, her tits hanging loose, her ass high and exposed and her hands cuffed behind her back, she wondered where she was really heading and what would happen to her.
It was with these thoughts in her head that she heard one of the men shout, "Okay bud, away we go … to the Vault!" and the van pulled away.
Part 10
As they left the cell door, with Jeff pulling the completely obedient Ev, the leash attached to her collar, Edgar called out. “Hey, wait, let’s do this right. He had picked up a short length of chain with cuffs from the bag and a ball gag. He stuck the gag into the pocket of his jacket and held the chain in his left hand.
“Put your hands behind your back, slut,” he ordered and when Ev obeyed, he used the clips to lock her cuffs together. “Move your feet closer together,” and when she did, he used the 24- inch chain with ankle cuffs to connect her ankles. The metal cuffs fit tightly around her boots and she was completely hobbled. If she had any idea of running away, that was no longer possible.
He stepped in front of Ev. “And just so you do not say something stupid, open your mouth.”
Ev attempted to rebel at this point. While she didn’t say anything, she just stood there with her jaws clamped shut, a defiant look on her face. “Open your slut mouth, bitch, or I will force it open!”
“Hey, wait,” Matt interjected, moving over from the side, playing with her cell phone. “Lemme see, yes, here it is. Mom. This should make quite an impression on your mom, seeing her lovely daughter posing as a complete fucktoy.” He pressed the speed dial and showed it to the horrified Ev.
“Noooooo, please, noooooo!” she wailed, the abject horror etched on her face. Matt looked her in the eyes and said, “You better say Hi to your mom,” and held the phone up to her ear and mouth.
“Hi, honey,” Ev heard her mom’s voice.
“Hi, mom,” Ev replied quietly.
“How’s my girl doing? Long time no hear!”
“Yes, mom, I know. It’s been so busy, so I just wanted to call and say Hi.” As she spoke she looked into Matt’s smiling face, all innocent and boy-like, but she knew he held her future in his hands.
“That’s sweet, dear. When will you be coming home?”
“Maybe next weekend, if daddy can come and pick me up.” Jeff had stepped in front and whispered, “End it, now.”
“Mom, gotta go, just wanted to say Hi and love you,” and with those words she began to choke up.
“Love you, too, honey. Be good.”
“Yes, mom, bye.” She barely got those words out before the tears began to roll and the sobs started.
Matt took the phone as Jeff grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks. “Knock it off and open up, NOW, or we will send the pictures.”
Still sobbing, Ev opened her mouth and Edgar inserted the red ball gag, and tightened the straps around the back of her head. She continued to sniffle and breathe in gasps through her nose. But the guys had no compassion on their suffering slut and Jeff pulled her along into the hallway, heading back in the direction from which they originally brought her.
As they walked down the hallway, the noise increased. It sounded like a crowd of people had gathered beyond the open door ahead, and Ev was totally freaked by the thought that anyone would see her like this. But instead of going out that door, they opened a door marked STAGE and walked from a carpeted floor to a wooden floor, surrounded by pulleys and ropes and curtains and stage lights A large black curtain blocked the stage from the view of the audience out in front.
Ev was shaking with frustration and fear that there might be friends from UCLA out there to add to her abject total humiliation!
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