Sold at the Auction(4)

"Handlers," came the voice again with a tone of finality.

And this time the two handlers did more than gently remove her clothes.  One grasped the redhead around her waist as the other pushed down on her  back, and the redhead bent over like a feather, her long red curls  dropping to the ground, a slight glimpse of pink flashing between her  legs.

But the voice wasn't done yet.

"Legs spread please."

And the two handlers reached down and gripped one ankle each,  positioning the girl's feet until she was bent over with her legs apart.  Oh my god. I couldn't believe what was happening. The redhead's pussy  came into full view, beautiful, engorged and moistly pink. Was she  aroused? How could she be, after all this, the cold voice, the  directions? It was like she was a piece of meat at an auction, being  inspected before she was sold, how could she be aroused in the face of  so much humiliation?

But sure enough, the girl's pussy was glistening under the bright  lights, and this time the two handlers did something unexpected. They  took off their gloves and two pairs of male hands appeared. Before, I  hadn't paid too much attention to the men clad in black, they were  shapeless, nameless, faceless minions doing the voice's bidding. But now  things were about to get a lot more personal.

Because two pairs of male hands pulled the redhead's white cheeks apart,  baring her cunt and ass under the glare, both holes winking, visible,  and so gorgeous. It was amazing to see a woman spread like this,  aroused, glossy with her own cream, and I watched, transfixed, as one of  the men reached his hand to her folds and pulled her labia apart,  revealing that clit. Holy shit, they weren't pulling any punches here.         

     



 

"Let the bidding begin," came the female voice musically, and my  suspicions were confirmed. I'd already felt like the redhead was going  to be sold in some way, shape or form. It wasn't quite a livestock  auction, but there were definitely hints. It was the way she was being  displayed, like a Faberge egg in a perfect glass case, each layer  dropping away until her internal jewels were revealed. And in this case,  her pussy and ass were the priceless treasures, unveiled, gorgeous and  glistening under the harsh overhead lights.

And evidently there was a flurry of bidding.

"Thirty thousand," came the female voice. "Do I hear thirty-five?"

Holy shit! Someone was betting thirty thousand dollars for the beautiful  redhead? That was my dad's salary at the factory for a year, with OT  included. Oh my god, what was going on?

But the two handlers weren't stopping at merely holding the girl open  and exposed. As I watched, eyes wide and mouth open, one handler dropped  his finger to trail wetly between the redhead's folds, causing her cunt  to shiver and tremble, moistening at his touch.

"Oh yes," purred the female voice. "Article Twenty is receptive to a  man's touch, she'll be a knock-out for the right man. Now do I hear  forty thousand?" Because the silent bidders, wherever they were, had  gone nuts and the price of the beautiful girl was sky rocketing. Forty  thousand dollars for the woman? For how long? A night? Two nights?  Twenty minutes? I shook my head, still confused at the obviously illegal  scene before me.

But despite the degrading circumstances, the redhead grew more and more  aroused under the handler's touch, his finger niggling her clit, then  going back and running gently up one plush lip before trailing across  her asshole and running down the other. Oh shit, the redhead was  creaming, her body wetly convulsing as they played her and I shivered to  myself, my cunt getting hot, an intense pressure forming between my  legs. Oh my god, was I turned on by all this? Watching two anonymous men  tease a naked girl on screen as she was bid on by more anonymous men?  Holy shit, I was really messed up in the head.

But I couldn't tear my eyes away because the girl let out a silent gasp  of ecstasy then, lifting her face to the heavens, that long red hair  draped over her shoulders, breasts swaying wildly under her torso. And  before my entranced eyes, her pussy contracted wildly, coming hard as  the men stroked her, fondled her, making her scream with desire, eyes  squeezed shut in delight, breasts shaking to and fro as her cunt creamed  wildly, spasming hard, gushing with a clear juice.

And with a ding, a bell rang out.

"Sold!" exclaimed the female voice. "Article Twenty is sold to Bidder Three for fifty thousand dollars. Bid final."

And I watched as the redhead, gasping, still shuddering from her orgasm  was led offstage, knees wobbly, legs barely holding her up. Oh my god,  the girl had been sold to some random stranger who'd paid unthinkable  amounts of money for her. What was going on? Why weren't the cops  busting in? But I had no time to dwell because as my mind whirled  crazily, the door banged open.

Miles stood there, a nasty scowl on his face.

"Get up," he snarled. "You're next."

Of course I couldn't get up, I was bound hand and foot. But he leaned  forward and I screamed at the flash of light. With a quick snip, the  knife slashed through the binds on my feet and I was free to walk.  Grabbing my elbow, he hauled me up and dragged me stumbling to the door.

"You're up next, my little prize," he sneered again, spittle flying from  his mouth to land on my face, the wet droplets sticking to my skin.  "And judging from what Rachel's told us, you're gonna fetch a good  price. A very, very high price," he wheezed.

My cheeks colored. What had my friend told them about me? Was Rachel a  part of this? Couldn't be, she'd just met them earlier today and had  been knocked out by their potion. So what was going on? What about me  was making this guy's eyes shine with greed, his mouth practically  drooling with hunger? All I knew was that I was up next to be sold at  auction  …  and I was absolutely terrified.





CHAPTER FOUR


Ellie




Miles hauled me through what seemed like endless hallways, all of them  dark, shrouded with drapes, before passing through a series of ornately  furnished rooms. Where were we? Some kind of underground fortress? An  underground clubhouse where illicit auctions took place? Unfortunately,  there was no one in any of the rooms so I couldn't scream and save  myself, although maybe everyone here was in on the scheme and it would  have been pointless.

Finally, we entered a small antechamber.         

     



 

"Here," grunted Miles, thrusting a piece of cloth at me. "Put it on."

I took it with trembling fingers, holding the cloth up. Holy shit, it  was a midnight blue robe, just like the one I'd seen the redhead wear.  It was full-length with long sleeves, the material a shimmery midnight  blue, mysterious and feminine despite its shapelessness. But I shook my  head stubbornly.

"No," I said, gritting my teeth. "I'm not wearing this."

My resistance was steadfast because I couldn't go down without a fight, I  had to push back at my captor, do something to make sure I got out. But  unfortunately, Miles was a sick bastard and wasn't taking no for an  answer when there was so much money on the table.

"Put it on her," he ground out coldly and immediately hands were on me,  seizing the cloth from my grasp, pinning my arms backwards so that I had  no choice.

"No, stop!" I shrieked. "Stop, stop!" Hopefully someone could hear me,  anyone. But no such luck. My hands were wrestled in back of me, the cape  thrown over my body and the hood pulled over my head so I was shrouded  in midnight blue, an enchantress in a gown, ready to take the stage.

But it did nothing to quell the rebellion I felt inside. Despite the  horrific circumstances, I was still steaming, gritting my teeth and the  invisible hands had to hold me tight.

"Good," snarled Miles. "No marks on her, she's going up for auction."

I gasped, realizing that it wasn't some sense of decency that kept them  from hitting me. It was that I was up for sale, and any imperfections on  my skin would detract from my price. It was money, only money, that was  keeping these goons off me.

But suddenly a light came on above the entryway and I was hustled forward.

"You better cooperate," hissed Miles, getting in my face, his expression  a twisted mask of anger and greed. "Or you'll find out what happens  when there are no buyers to protect you."

I backed away quickly, but not before I managed to spit fully in his face, a glob of saliva trickling off his chin.

"Don't think I'm gonna cooperate," I hissed, just as angry. "I don't belong to you!"

The disgusting man just wiped the spittle away with a sodden handkerchief.

"Get her out of my sight," he ground out, and with that, I was hauled into the room I'd seen on-screen.

Now that I was in the chamber itself, I could see that it was much more  than a dais with a spotlight. There were windows all around the dais,  about twelve of them, and they were one-way windows that could see me,  but where I couldn't see inside. Above each window was a light. All of  the lights were off for the moment, but a shivery sensation crept over  my body. Oh god, the bidders had to be in there, sizing up the goods,  waiting patiently as I was led to the center.