To Obey
by Fire-Bird.
Chapter 99 "Slave Auction - Part I"
A beautiful white limo pulled into the driveway of a large building. There
weren't any signs out on display to inform the general public what was happening
at the show. John watched the scenery pass by while Phoebe's head bobbed up and
down sucking his cock.
Following closely behind was a large white truck. Slowly it pulled into the
driveway and came up behind the limo. The powerful engine idled for a few
minutes and then once the driver had his instructions to go around the back it
took off with a roar. John watched it go past from the comfort of the limo.
A few minutes later he was walking into the showrooms. He walked around a fake
wall that covered the front of the entrance way and saw the big sign above him.
It read, "Depravity Expo." He looked around for the show's
directory.
There it was. The sign's pole had a large dildo attachment on the end which
appeared to be deep inside a male slave. The slave was bent over forwards with
his legs straight chained to a metal ring in the wall. He was also gagged.
Beside him was a small riding crop. Presumably this was for the clients use.
John ignored it and scanned the directory for the location of his stall. He had
sent Jenny on ahead a few hours earlier to setup the display.
He walked passed the stalls towards his one. Phoebe followed closely behind.
There were a number of female slaves serving as waitresses. Their arms were tied
behind there backs but a serving tray was connected to their belts and the ends
were wired to the girls' nipples. Hanging from the waitresses belts were more
riding crops. Again for the use of the public.
Phoebe noticed a couple of male slaves as well. They were used more for carrying
champagne bottles, most connected to their cocks. Some had the bottles rammed up
their anus. It was sensible to have a spare.
John spotted Jenny and walked up behind her. Jenny was cursing a waitress for
not bringing her what she wanted. Jenny was so mad she reached over and picked
up the riding crop. She swung her arm upwards and felt something snag around her
wrist. Looking over her shoulder Jenny relaxed her arm.
"Hello Father."
John nodded, "Jenny. What are you doing?"
"You know how it is father. Some slaves just don't fucking get it."
"One strike only, we haven't got time to play." ... and John released his grip.
Jenny swing downwards hard and true. The waitress yelped as the crop dug deep
into her breast. Jenny put the crop back onto the waitress's belt and told her
to get lost. Then she turned to her father. John was eyeing over the display. He
had to admit, Jenny had done well.
The rules for displays were:
1. Only two slaves on display at any one time.
2. No blood or fluid to be thrown or leaked into the passage-way. 3. An
attendant was to be present and to follow any request (apart from death or
permanent mutilation) on the display unless agreed by the slave-owner.
One of the slaves was hanging from the ceiling with her legs separated over a
string of barbed wire. It was cruelly rubbing against her cunt and asshole. To
force her onto the barbed wire her feet were tied back to the stand holding the
wire. Beside her a brazier full of hot coals was heating up various torture
equipment. One of the school's porters was standing their bare-chested and ready
to do the publics' bidding.
"Whip her a few times just to get her warmed up." ordered John.
John and Jenny ignored the yelps from the slave and walked over to the second
slave. She was inside a plastic box. On both sides of the box were urinals in
which the outlets were piped deep into the slave's mouth and ass. A foot-pedal
beneath both urinals were connected to the slave's tits and cunt-lips. John
stomped on the pedal and the slave screamed into the pipe.
"Not bad but it's a little static." said John.
"Well, we haven't released the insects and spiders yet."
"She doesn't like bugs?"
"Scared to death. With a few spiders running all over here body I'm sure she'll
put on a good display. We've coated her body with honey and poisons. The poisons
won't kill the insects but it will make the them fucking pissed off, and they'll
want to sting or bite anything within reach. We've got four more candidates if
this girl chokes or dies."
"Good. I'm going to do a wander. Make sure the slaves are okay for the auction."
Jenny watched John walk off down the aisle with Phoebe close behind.
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Jenny walked out through the side-door and banged on the side of the truck. It
was a signal to the truck-driver to flick the door release switch. But nothing
happened.
"HEY!" yelled Jenny, "OPEN THE DOOR!"
A few seconds later the driver's door opened and the driver got out. A fat
balding man who tended to breath heavily with any form of exertion.
"Sorry miss. I've been hearing banging all the way from the school. But I
remember the boss's orders, don't stop for nothing."
He was about to release the door handle when Jenny stopped him. She pulled him a
few feet away from the truck and whispered.
"How can there be any banging if they've been hog-tied?"
The both stared at the truck.
"I think we have an escapee. I'll get John. Wait here."
The driver watched Jenny run into the building and after a few minutes she
returned with John. He didn't look happy.
"Was there anything inside the truck that could be used as a weapon?"
Both Jenny and the driver shook their heads. John didn't like this, not one bit.
"I'll be back in a minute. Don't open those doors!"
Jenny crept over to the truck and tried to listen. She could here muffled
talking but couldn't make out any words. A few minutes later John arrived back
and was carrying a small cylinder in his hand. He climbed up onto the truck and
opened the access panel. He flicked the cylinder release and dropped it into the
truck and closed the panel.
He jumped down and the banging to the side of the truck increased. After a
minute it had died off. John continued waiting about three minutes. He then
motioned the driver over and he released the door handle. Jenny rose an
inquiring eyebrow at him and motioned at the truck with her head.
"Laughing gas. Try not to breath it in."
The doors were pulled open and three of the slaves were lying on the floor in a
daze. John climbed into the truck and grabbed two of them. He quickly chained
them down and locked the padlocks. The third had managed to get to her feet and
seeing John, rushed at him. John turned around and back-handed her across the
face. She fell hard and didn't move. John looked over at Jenny.
"Take care of them."
Jenny watched John jump off the truck and leave. She turned and looked over the
slaves. The ones still tied up had neck locks around their necks. Their wrists
were cuffed to their neck collars. Each collar was connected to the one beside
them to make transportation easier. The slaves (girls and boys) had an anal
dildo up their ass which would give them small electric shocks. For no other
reason than to be uncomfortable.
With the help of the driver she re-tied the three girls and re-connected their
lock-collars. Half an hour later the slaves were marched out of the truck
towards the holding arena. Jenny had scouted the area beforehand and knew where
their holding pen was. She led the slaves into the pen and clipped each of their
neck-collars to a chain in the wall.
By the time Jenny returned to her stall the building was getting crowded.
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John continued to look at the displays. He smiled and even laughed at some of
them. There was one stall that was about twenty meters long. The girl was tied
to a large bull-eyes. The public were welcomed to shoot arrows at the helpless
slave. Already there were three arrows piercing her arm and legs. The winner who
shot her in the tits or cunt received a prize. On the ground to the right of the
bulls-eye was a dead slave with an arrow sticking out of his chest.
Another display had every type of known whip for spanking slaves. Two slaves
were tied over a barrel and their asses were already very red. John picked up a
nice thorn covered crop and swish it a few times.
"That's a very popular model Sir. Would you like to try it out?"
John looked over at who had engaged him in conversation and it was one of the
slaves on the barrel. Disgusted, John dropped the crop onto the floor and walked
away. Letting a slave sell products. He took a mental note of the manufacturer
so he could boycott them later.
He looked at his watch. Another couple of hours before the auction. He breathed
out heavily and looked around for ways to pass the time.
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