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Part 11
The van carrying Sophie pulled into the back parking lot of The Vault. Nathan had driven ahead and was already inside with Janet when the van arrived.
Sophie was in considerable discomfort. Her head had been chained and her cheek pressed to the floor of the van for more than 30 long minutes, her pert ass and erect nipples on display the entire time. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she could do nothing to cushion her face when the van hit a bump. The gag had become more than just a nuisance; her stretched mouth was aching from being forced open.
“Ok, we’re here. I see Edgar’s van has already arrived, so let’s hustle her inside quickly.”
The side door of the van slid open and Sophie caught the glimpse of a neon sign and a dark parking lot. Kyle reached down to unlock her chained neck and immediately pulled her towards the entrance, her feet trying to find a foothold. She managed to step from the van, Kyle gripping her upper arm as he forced her towards the side entrance. She made a futile attempt to scream, but all that came out of her gagged mouth was a high pitched whimper.
Kyle let go of her arm and took the leash, wrapping it around his fist a few time until his clenched hand was just below her jaw. She had no choice but to follow quickly along as he pulled her into the door and a poorly lit hallway.
As she struggled to make sense of what was happening, a side door opened up ahead and a muscular guy headed towards them with a grin on your face.
“What took you so long?” he asked Kyle.
“Just enjoying the company. Is the other fuck already displayed?” Kyle responded.
“Nah, just got her back stage. We were havin’ some fun with her, too. This one looks like she will fetch a fair price. Check out those knockers!” By now he stood in front of Kyle and Sophie, and had reached out to grab her left breast, still exposed. “Fuckin’ hot,” he grinned, looking her straight in the face.
Sophie moaned and tried to get away, but her leashed neck gave her little room to manoeuvre and then suddenly he let go of her breast and reached under her skirt to grab her pussy. Sophie yelped and tried to hop out of harm’s way, but his grip was tight and she was trapped. She squealed, which just made both guys laugh.
“Edgar, you got your hands full! I checked the fuck’s pussy on the way over. Wouldn’t mind a piece of her myself. Well, better get her ready. Let’s go, fucktoy,” and began to move away as Edgar released his hold on her pussy.
“Hmmmm, she is juicing, Kyle,” as Edgar held his wet hand up to his face and smelled her wetness. Sophie was mortified that her body was betraying her.
Kyle pulled her into a side door, and they were on a back stage. Outside, she could hear the murmurs of a crowd that was gathering. Sophie’s brain was on overload, the smells, sounds, sights, and emotions blocking her ability to think clearly. She looked to the side and it appeared that two guys were working on another Asian girl, this one dressed like a common whore, with boots, laced hot pants, laced tube top, and a ball gag.
They stopped at a table, with a piece of paper and a pen. “Nod if you are right handed,” he ordered Sophie. She was not making sense of this, like who would care, but when he painfully twisted her arms up behind her back and he repeated his question, she shook her head and tried to say “Nooooooooo”.
He released the cuff on her left wrist, but still had her right arm cruelly locked behind her back. “Sign the bottom line, now,” and when she hesitated, he further twisted her right arm and she quickly scribbled her name. “Good enough,” and with that, relocked her wrists behind her back.
As Sophie was pulled to the opposite side of the stage, she had one more good look at the other captive. Her legs were separated by a bar at least 2 feet across, the ends of the bar chained to her ankles. There was no way for her to close her legs, even if she wanted to. Her hands were cuffed behind her and a chain had been lowered from the rafters to hook on to the cuffs. The chain was being raised and the poor girl was being forced to bend over, nearly at a right angle, to relieve the strain on her shoulders as the chain pulled higher and higher. She was moaning and seemingly pleading through her ball gag, but the two guys were paying no attention.
“Jeff, you can finish up, right? I’ll help Kyle with the second one,” as the guy named Matt left Ev and headed towards Sophie. “What’s the plan, Kyle?”
"Hey, thanks. Yeah, orders are to spread her and impale her. She's not a virgin, so no worries."
"Love that display. Love to see 'em squirm. Let's do it!"
Matt approached Kyle who was already rubbing his hands over the delightful Sophie.
"We're gonna expose her pussy, spreader bar her ankles and then hoist her up, and drop her down on the dildo."
"Okayyyyyyyy, right man. So fucking hot. You'll like that slut, won't you?"
Matt grabbed Sophie's long hair and pulled her head back. She groaned into the ball gag, her lovely brown eyes wide with fear.
"Hold her ankles. Matt," requested Kyle, she's bound to kick, they always do." Sophie felt her ankles grabbed and held tightly just a few inches apart. She wanted to kick but couldn't and so her shorts and panties were pulled easily down her long, tanned legs. Kyle whistled as he saw her shaved pussy.
"All the fucking same these horny, Asian sluts, but don't ya just love 'em?" The men laughed. Sophie's legs were now pulled wide and new ankle cuffs were fastened to her body. Looking down she saw a metal bar being attached to the cuffs holding her legs about 3 feet apart. The young student groaned as she felt her naked pussy opening slightly and to her embarrassment she could sense her juice beginning to flow. She would have fallen over, if they had not been gripping her arms
"Fuck, this one's hotter than a juicing whore!" Sophie wanted to die she was so embarrassed.
Kyle released her cuffed wrists and quickly Matt buckled on two leather cuffs, with multiple rings. She heard chains being lowered from above and one by one, her wrists were attached to the chains, which then began to rise. Soon she was completely spread eagled, and still the chains rose, lifting her off her feet, putting dreadful strain on her shoulders.
Matt had returned with a rather heavy stand of metal, a solid base with a pole sticking out vertically. Atop of the pole was a metal dildo.
"You wanna fill her bud?" he asked Kyle.
"Thanks pal," Kyle replied, and manipulated the stand below Sophie. He was able to raise and lower the dildo, using a series of notched buttons. “Lower the slut,” and Sophie began to drop slowly.
She could half see and half sense this and began to struggle as best she could, twisting and swinging. The lovely student's eyes opened wide with fear as the dildo approached her slit, then, just as it was a hair's breadth away from her body Matt stopped her descent.
"Position her, Kyle." Kyle moved to Sophie's pussy and, to her horror, took her lips and held them wide making sure that when the motor was started again, it would be in a direct line and enter her juicing cunt with ease.
Matt started the device up again.
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhhhhh!" Sophie groaned into the gag and bucked her almost naked body against the dildo now fitted deep inside her. She could barely stand on her tip toes and she knew that the moment her calf muscles tired, she would further impale herself on the insidious device. It was already filling her completely, and she feared it would rip her vagina if it was driven in any further.
Sophie's ball gag was removed, but despite her desperate need to scream her mouth was dried up and before she could utter an intelligent sound she found her mouth opened in a wide O shape around a new metal frame gag. Her mouth was opened wide, she could not speak properly but, despite her relative innocence, Sophie knew just what could go inside the gag.
"Look at her fucking juice, Matt," remarked Kyle, "We're gonna have some fun selling this one!"
Part 12
In spite of her terrified state, Ev had seen them bring in the other girl that would be auctioned that night. Ev noticed she also wore a collar and was leashed. Ev thought she recognized the other girl from campus, but the glimpse was so fleeting that she was not sure. The other girl was Asian and clearly in distress, her t-shirt having been pulled down over her shoulders and her beautiful breasts fully exposed.
“I told you to keep your head up, slut!”
Ev’s primary tormenter, Jeff, pinched her nose and pulled her head higher. The pain was agonizing and she moaned into her gag. Lifting her head caused the pain in her shoulders to increase dramatically. The moment he released her nose, she could not help lowering her head slightly and that was all it took for Jeff to react.
“Edgar, bring me the hook. This stupid fuck just won’t listen when I tell her something.”
Nooooooo, Ev wanted to say. She wanted to obey, she wanted to avoid any more anguish, but the way her arms were pulled up behind her back, the way her legs were locked to the bar made it impossible to hold her head high the way he demanded.
Edgar handed the silver-colored hook to Jeff, who walked in front of Ev to show her the implement. The hook had a small ball where the barbs would usually be, and at the top was a length of leather tied to an eyehole. Several lose lengths of leather hung over his wrist.
“When are you going to learn to obey, slut? When anyone orders you to obey, you do so immediately. Anyone. You are a slave. There is nothing lower than you.
“Guess where this hook is going, slut?” he laughed evilly, spitting on the ball at the base of the hook, and walking behind her. Ev’s hot leather shorts did nothing to protect her. She screamed in shock and horror as she felt the hook being pushed into her virgin ass. “Relax, slave! Relax and it will go in more easily, because it is going in one way or the other.”
Relax! she screamed in her mind! How could she relax! She was being impaled on a hook, being forced painfully into her ass. She had never felt such pain and though she tried to relax her sphincter muscles, her rapid and rasping breaths caused her nostrils to flare and she whimpered into her gag. Jeff was relentless, pushing harder and harder, giving her no chance to accept the intruder. Just when she thought she could take no more, the ball seemed to pass a barrier and the remaining several inches of the hook slid easily into her ass canal.
Having imbedded the hook in her ass, Jeff proceeded to braid five shorter lengths of leather into her brown hair. Ev’s breathing had slowed and she had seemingly accepted the hook into her asshole. Jeff took all five pieces of leather now braided into her hair, gathered them into a bundle, and pulling on them all at once, he forced her head back beyond the horizontal. The cords in Ev’s neck strained with pain, as he then connected the leather tied to the eyehook to the leather braids.
Nooooooooo, Ev wailed into her gag, as her head was forced backwards, and any attempt to lower it forced the hook deeper into her ass. Noooooooooooooooooooooo, she begged for mercy, but there was no one to save her.
Ev could hear the other girl was also in distress, the gag unable to silence her completely, her screams of pain rolling like thunder across the stage. Ev could not twist her head to see what was happening, and soon her thoughts were driven inward, feeling the distress and humiliation build within her.
“Are we ready?” Jeff called across the stage floor to Matt.
“Yeah, let’s do it. Edgar?”
Edgar, now dressed in a tux, walked onto the stage with a cordless microphone and short whip. “Right. Raise the curtain and let’s see how much we can get for these two.” Edgar made that statement for the benefit of the two captured girls, knowing full well that Nathan and Janet would win in the end.
The curtain opened. The spotlights shone brightly upon the two girls, each displayed in a way that was clearly painful and revealing, their bodies works of bondage art, the pain etched in their faces.
“Mistresses and Masters, welcome to tonight’s auction. Tonight we have two slaves for sale, each a coed at UCLA, each begging to be bought, each wanting nothing more than to please and obey, each here on their own will, wanting to break the chains of their imprisoned existence, convinced that true freedom can only be found in the chains of a Master or Mistress.”
Noooooo, both Sophie and Ev thought as one. None of this was true! They had come because they thought they were doing something helpful, to earn money for ASA. All this talk of chains and the way they were presented to the crowd was all wrong!
“Usual rules apply. Bids increase by $20. The slave is yours for the weekend, or longer if you can come to some agreement. Each has signed a waiver of release, no limits, no safe words, yours for the highest bid.”
Once again, Ev was stunned by the words. None of this was true. She wailed into her gag, but the excitement in the crowd and the catcalls drowned out her attempts to plead her case. Sophie was nearly wild with fear. She was impaled, gagged, and when she heard the lies, screamed as loudly as she could, trying to say HELP, but realizing no one would hear her plea and no one would care.
“Both are Asian, guess you can tell,” the crowd tittering at the obvious, “the one on the left is red silk, the one on the right is white silk. We will start red and the opening bid is $100. Do I hear 120? Yes, I see 120, is there a 140?...”
Sophie’s eyes were adjusting to the lights and she could barely make out what was happening. She had no idea what red silk and white silk meant, but she could see that the bidding paddles were popping up all over the crowd. In her predicament, she could not recognize any faces in the crowd, which gave her only a small sense of relief.
“260. That’s 260. Come on, Masters and Mistresses, 260 is a steal. Look at this,” and as Edgar walked over to Sophie, he ran his fingers down the impaling pole, and held them up to the crowd to see. Her juices covered his fingers, glistening under the stage lights. “Yes, I see it, 280. 300. 320.”
He took his glistening fingers and wiped her love juices along the lips of her mouth, stretched so wide by the ring gag. Sophie was horrified and unable to understand why her body was betraying her. He then ran his fingers along her tanned ribcage, lightly scratching her skin. “Unmarked. This slave could be yours tonight, for all weekend. I see 340. 360. 380. 4.”
Edgar cupped Sophie’s tantalizing left breast and squeezed. He held the mic up to her mouth so the crowd could hear her moans, “…oooooooooooooooooo, eeeessssssssseeeeeeee, ooooooooooooooo.” He pinched her nipple, already erect, “Ring her. Remember, she has submitted and has no limits. 420. 440. 460. Do I hear 480. Yes. 480. 5.”
The crowd had been primed before the curtains opened, and knew that Nathan would eventually win the bid, and that to keep it realistic, $500 was about right.
But Edgar was getting into it and did not want to stop tormenting this Asian slut. “Stick out your tongue, slave,” he ordered Sophie. She heard his words, but they did not register. She was beyond the ability to think clearly.
Edgar took the small whip and with one forceful flick, her left nipple, the one he had just teased, exploded with fire. “I said, ‘stick out your tongue, slave!’”.
Sophie tentatively allowed her tongue to exit the confines of the ring gag. “More,” he shouted and landed another blow to her burning tit. Sophie stuck it out as far as she could.
“Imagine the pleasure this tongue could give you, ladies and gentlemen. Add a stud or two and you will have the best cock sucker or pussy licker on the planet.”
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Sophie cried, “nooooooooooooooooooo…”
“520. I see 520. 520 going once. 520 going twice. Last chance. Sophie Park sold to the gentleman for 520.”
Sophie had been sold.
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