Message-ID: <34863asstr$1011564604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "MARK MERSEREAU" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 X-Original-Message-ID: <69D28.382898$W8.14213248@bgtnsc04-news.ops.worldnet.att.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 17:30:42 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 17:30:42 GMT Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY Abducted and Enslaved Part 6 Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 17:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman Hi, Moderator: See the attached. Mark { ASSM } {Mersereau} NEW STORY "Abducted & Enslaved, Part 6" ( MF Mf FF FM Ff Fm Mdom Fdom nc voy sm bd oral toys ) (6/?) The usual disclaimers: This is strictly adult material; all characters are fictional. Events in this story are unethical, immoral, and illegal. Readers should understand that the story is strictly fiction and many of the events and characters in it have no place in a civilized society. No redistribution without attribution to the above-named author. No commercial use whatsoever of this story. N.B. The author wrote this in MSWord and in that form contains pagination and formatting to indicate internal dialogue and emphasis. For those readers interested in obtaining this original version, please request it from the author at mdotmersereau@aol.com. Please indicate whether you can unzip compressed files possessing the .zip and or .exe extensions (the latter not feasible with Apples). A&E-Part 6.Doc (Chapters 24-30) Pages 180-207 CHAPTER 24: The Cock-Length Solution, Part 2 The blue girl working on Sheila's hair applied mousse to the roots and blow-dried her tresses with a round brush, styling it so it curled about until the tresses brushed her chin. She was nearly finished when the phone rang. The brunette who was working on Robyn's hair said, "Stay where you are, Cutie," and she unhooked the wall phone. "Salon!" There was a short pause. Then she said, "Hi, Nina! There sure are! We have two in chairs here right now. Oh, this doll I'm doing is simply adorable! You know that Sarah? the one that Crane has up in his torture chamber? well this, I don't know, seventeen year old, is like her--but she has big big tits! I mean, for her size, you know. And you should see her long black hair that I'm working . . ." The girl on the end apparently cut her off, because she stopped speaking, looked surprised, and then replaced the phone and returned to working on Robyn's long tresses. "I'm not sure who's crazy, me or Nina," she said. "Maybe Crane." Kelly, seated near the wall with Mia, smiled. "What did she say, Donna?" "Well, she sounded in a big hurry, and I guess she's coming up here to get a couple of these girls. Or maybe just one, I don't know. Anyway, she said not to let any of them leave." "What's crazy about that?" "Well . . . you know, I swear that she said something about getting 'cock-lengths'. That's what it sounded like to me." Kelly laughed. "You mis-heard." "I don't think so." The blue girl who was finishing with Sheila's hair said, "Donna might be right, Kelly. Sometimes we talk about cock size here the way the men do about tit size. Especially the women clients." "I never heard Nina talk about it," Kelly replied. "Donna said Crane asked for it. Of course, he's a kidder. He could be pulling Nina's leg." Donna said, "No. Nina was serious. Nina would know if he was kidding her. I think it has to do with the males they're auctioning tonight. Maybe he's afraid that he'll never sell them all. There are six, you know. I don't know how many women clients are here to buy them, but there can't be much more than half a dozen or so. Maybe Crane wants cock-lengths for them." "Not for that butch with glasses," the other girl said. "Or for Lezzie." "Her real name is Lindsey," Donna explained. When Sheila rose from the chair, Kelly stood up as well. "Wow, do you ever look scrumptious!" she exclaimed. She grasped Sheila's hand. "Look in the mirrors." Sheila gazed at herself. The contours about her face emphasized the oval of her face. The irregular bangs that brushed her brows certainly looked attractive. She thought the style suited her more than the hairdo she'd had done in New York. She glanced down at her figure in the black shift. The garment's low scoop neck displayed her cleavage as well as the dress she'd purchased in New York. The material clung to her figure like a second skin. Lacking undergarments, her dress left little to the imagination. At least the hem, which ended just above her knees, was decently long. "What are you thinking of?" the blue girl who had done her hair asked her. "The gown looks great on you. You have such a terrific figure." "I was thinking that it doesn't hide much," Sheila responded. She turned before the mirrors. Just below the deep cleavage between her breasts, their nakedness under the dress was obvious: Her nipples were blatantly outlined through the smooth nylon. "I think you look sexy. You're the best I've ever seen! Wait 'til the bidding. They'll go crazy!" "All this preparation was just for the auction?" "That's right," the girl replied. "It's important to look good, even with your clothes on. If a client pays a lot for you, he'll be careful how he treats you. You'd be surprised how tight some of these millionaires can be with their money. When a client gets tired of a slave, he might just turn her over to Crane, but most try to resell them. Your Master won't want you damaged." "I'm glad of that. I'm grateful for all the trouble you two took with me." "You do look great, Sheila," Kelly told her. "Donna, who's escorting these two downstairs?" The girl who had just finished styling her hair was cleaning around the salon chair with a broom. "Well, gee, Kelly, it must be Polly; she brought them up. But she didn't say for sure. Anyway, you'd better not take Blondie until Nina gets here." Just at that moment a short and slender brunette of about Sheila's own age appeared in the doorway, sweating and looking out of breath. "Here you are!" the girl exclaimed, panting. The girl was more petite than Kelly, with brown hair and a pert and shapely figure. She had prominent, moderate-sized breasts which, perhaps, took B cups. Unlike Kelly's figure, hers didn't look as though it had an ounce of excess weight. She looked older than Sheila and was probably in her upper-twenties. Kelly said, "Me, Nina? I just brought Sheila up to have her hair done. I wasn't hiding." "Oh, she's here, too. Great! Kelly, we have to go downstairs immediately. Crane wants cock-lengths on the males in today's shipment. In twenty . . . no . . . " she glanced at her watch, "seventeen minutes!" "That's impossible! Are you sure he wasn't kidding?" "I'm sure. Hurry, and bring your bag. Grab Sheila and let's go. You can put the cuffs back on her after we get downstairs." As they rushed her between them down the hall, Kelly said, "Nina, I don't see how we can do this in time. Really!" "We can try. Here's what we'll do. There's a girl that I have waiting downstairs. She's as blonde and with tits just as big as Sheila's. Holly is her name. Those two will get the guys hard. You'll measure, and I'll write. If any of them causes a hassle, I'll take care of it with my whip. Or, if necessary, with my prod." They reached the stairwell door, Nina pushed it open, and they started down the stairs. Nina told Sheila, "As soon as we get downstairs, you'll undress, understand?" She drew a phallic-looking prod from a leather holder in her belt. "If you cause trouble . . . Do you know what one of these feels like?" It looks like a vibrator, but with that metallic tip, I suppose it's a prod, like Kelly used on me in the bathroom downstairs. "Is it a prod, Mistress Nina?" "I gave her a jolt in the bathroom," Kelly said. "She knows what it feels like." "You can leave on your stockings and jewelry, Sheila. Just take off the gown. Kelly, as soon as she's undressed, put her handcuffs back on her. I'll meet you after I get Holly." "Where will we meet?" "Outside the men's cells. If you get there before me, unlock their doors and open one of them. I'll meet you at the open door." "Do you know which cells the men are in?" She shook her head. "They should be around bee nine, ten, or eleven. I just hope that the cells are together." Nina trotted down the stairs ahead of them. When Kelly and Sheila reached the basement, Nina was running at the far end of the hall. She disappeared in a doorway. "Undo your dress," Kelly said. The zipper ended at the top of the slit and the dress came completely open; there was no need to step out of it. Kelly drew the sleeves down Sheila's arms and off. She folded it over her left forearm. "Let's get your cuffs linked," Kelly said. Sheila held her forearms up. One locked manacle of her handcuffs hung from its twin that was about her left wrist. Kelly drew a key from a pocket of her dress, opened the hanging cuff, and clamped it about Sheila's right wrist. She clipped the link between the cuffs to Sheila's collar chain, and Sheila's hands were again bound beneath her chin. Kelly led her by a forearm past a wooden door marked in brass letters, 'Machine Shop', and gray metal doors identified in black paint with 'B1, B3, B5 and so on on their left, with even numbers following the 'B' on their right. "I don't see any open metal doors," Kelly said. "I thought maybe Nina might have looked in the cells and found the men." Sheila made no reply. She was gazing down the hallway. The floor carpetting and the overhead fluorescent lights were the same as the ones in the other halls she'd seen--on the Main Floor and the Third Floor--but the doorways along this hall were different. A series of gray metal doors, she guessed thirty or forty, extended down to the far end of the building where they ended at another door like that of the stairwell they had just exited. They must be to the cells that Kelly had mentioned. Interspersed along each wall were several wooden doors like the one to the Machine Shop but the gray doors were depressingly numerous and close together. * * * Nina hastily introduced Sheila to the other girl. Holly was younger than herself by several years; the girl looked about eighteen. Except for her collar and manacles, holding her hands up as Sheila's did hers, she was completely naked. She wasn't even wearing stockings or jewelry. "O.K., you two. I don't care how you do it, but each of you choose one of the guys in here, and make him hard." "Make him hard?" Holly asked, wide-eyed. "Give him a hard-on, do you understand that, Holly?" Holly blushed and swallowed, "Y-Yes, I guess so. B-But, how?" "Any way that you can. The important thing is to get him hard fast. We have to get the info as soon as possible. If necessary, suck his cock." "Oh no!" Holly exclaimed. Nina drew her whip. She swung it across the girl's bare buttocks, smacking them hard. "Ow!!" Holly exclaimed. She burst into tears. Sheila was surprised, as the force of the strap hardly seemed to warrant either the intensity of Holly's cry or her tears. Then she noticed how pink the girl's rump was compared to the rest of her skin. This can't be the first time she's been whipped today; her buttocks must have been sore before Nina applied the whip. "Don't give us trouble, Holly!" Nina told her; "Make him hard however you can. If nothing else works, suck his cock. Understand?" "Y-Yes, Mistress." Sheila felt her face grow hot. Oh my god! I'm going to have to do this in front of Ed! I hope the blue girls don't order me to do him. I'll die! She could hardly think. Surely she wouldn't have to do that! Boys got hardons easily--even when she just danced with them. Doing that while Ed was watching would be too humiliating! As soon as we go in, I'll get ahead of Holly. I'll do the boy, Bill. Holly can do Ed. "Kelly will measure the guy, and I'll record his dimensions. Once you've gotten your man hard, go next door. That's Cell Nine. Do the same there. After that, we'll go across the hall to Cell Ten and finish. We have to do this as fast as possible. Don't dawdle for any reason. I'll use my prod on you if necessary." Nina glanced at her watch. "Jesus, only nine minutes left. Come on!" She led the way into Cell Eleven. Nina led them into Cell Nine. "Stand up, both of you!" Nina ordered. She held her whip in her right hand, displaying it. The two occupants were awake. Each was sitting up on his bunk. They were manacled as they'd been in the Pet Shop, each with his hands cuffed behind his back, the cuffs linked by a chain to his collar. Ed, on the right hand bunk, stood up, evidently unconcerned about his nakedness. Sheila was too embarrassed to meet his eyes, and after a quick glance at him, she moved to Nina;s left, closer to the blonde boy, Bill, who was still seated, and looking defiant. Holly and Kelly came in behind her. "Up, I said!" Nina repeated, withdrawing her prod. "Do you know what this is?" she said, waving in the blond boy's face. In a surly tone, Bill responded, "I know," and he grudgingly got to his feet. Sheila gave a quick glance behind her. She saw Holly's naked back. Her arms were about Ed and she was pressing her body against him. Sheila saw Ed looking at her over the girl's head. Sheila blushed, and she turned back to Bill. She imitated the younger girl and put her arms about the youth. She pressed her breasts against his hairless chest, and she enclosed his neck with her fingers and drew his face to her own. She kissed him. He was trembling. She raised her knee, and she tried to stroke between his legs, which were held apart by the spreader bar. The leather cloth covering his genitals interfered, and she abandoned the attempt. My god; why is he shaking?--I should be the nervous one! Sometimes when in bed touching herself, she imagined seducing a man. Visualizing his cock growing hard in her hand had been arousing, but what she was doing now just seemed embarrassing. She pressed her abdomen against his groin; there was no sign that he had an erection. He was still shaking. Suddenly she felt three stinging blows across her buttocks. Nina brought the whip against them again, crying, "Kneel down, Sheila! Use your hands and your mouth! Hurry up!" Sheila complied and, as soon as she felt the carpet beneath her knees, she drew up his loincloth. She propped it on her head to keep it from interfering with her access to Bill's genitals, and she had the bizarre thought that she might be impairing her styled hair. His cock looked about three inches long, a fat, soft worm. She felt a shudder of distaste. Steeling herself, she popped it in her mouth. Trying not to gag, she worked it against the roof of her mouth, kneading it with her tongue. It began to grow. Bill's nervousness didn't stop his prick from growing in her mouth and soon it was so large that the head was all she could hold. The shaft was rigid as a piece of steel. Kelly was right. This is foolproof. "Good girl, Sheila!" Kelly said. She knelt beside Sheila and pushed her away. She placed one end of the measuring tape in the youth's pubic hair and drew the other end up to the head of his erect cock. "I'll take over now; you go to Cell Eleven. Holly's there, already working on one of the guys. Go start on the other one. Nina! Length seven; half-way seven, base eight." CHAPTER 25: Onto the Stage When the four girls were finished in Cell Ten, and Nina and Holly had disappeared, Kelly helped Sheila get redressed and re-handcuffed. They ascended one flight and, from the Main Floor hall, they entered the first door on their left. The room was small, and dimly lit, with only a single overhead bulb. Sheila recognized the other girls from the ship. All eleven of them were in the room, seated on wooden chairs that lined the four walls. Despite the dim light she could see that all had been dressed and made up, more or less as she had been. Each girl's wrists were, like her own, manacled to her collar. Several of them held shot glasses that were either full or partially filled with a liquid. The guard in the room was leaning against a door that was in the wall directly opposite the door that Sheila and Kelly had just entered. Seated in a chair on Sheila's right just beside the door was another blue girl. On her lap she held a clipboard on top of a cardboard box. "Are we late, Polly?" Kelly inquired of the girl. The guard across the room responded. "We've been waiting for you two for half an hour!" "Ignore him, Kelly," the seated girl said. "There's no rush." She tipped up the bottom of her clipboard, to reveal in the box under it several shot glasses filled with liquid. She held one up. "Drink this," she told Sheila. "What is it?" Sheila asked, uneasily. She put her nose to it. It smelled of lemon. "You'll find out soon enough," Kelly said. "Drink it down." Sheila hesitated. "It's orders from Master Crane," the girl said; drink it: it's alcoholic. You'll feel a lot easier during the bidding if you're a little intoxicated. Crane doesn't like new girls to be too scared and stiff during the auction." Anne, the wife of Jerry of the big cock, was seated across the small room opposite Sheila; she held an empty glass. She smiled at Sheila. "It's alcoholic, all right," she said. "They said it's called 'limoncello' and it's imported from Sorrento. It tastes a bit like a whiskey sour. Actually, I'd like another one." The blue girl beside Sheila shook her head. "Crane doesn't want you drunk, just mellow." Sheila tasted it. She'd never had a whiskey sour. She didn't know if Anne's description was accurate or not; it did taste of lemon, and it left a bitter aftertaste. She drank it down. She could feel the heat of the alcohol coursing down her throat. It warmed her stomach. During Sheila's year in New York, she'd grown accustomed to white wine with dinner, but this drink was much stronger. It immediately went to her head. While Kelly collected empty glasses, Sheila looked around the room. Her face was growing pleasantly warm from the drink, and she felt herself relaxing. She looked at the other girls. She saw the petite coed Robyn with the long black hair and oversized--for her small frame--tits and her auburn-haired roommate, Mia. Eighteen years old, both of them, if she recalled correctly. Jane, the blonde with breasts as large as her own, was beside Mia. She was just sixteen. No, seventeen. She remembered thinking that Jane acted younger than her age. None of the male captives were in the room; the only man present was the guard who was across the room leaning against the door. She suddenly noticed Wendy, her apartment mate, seated over against the left wall. Wendy smiled back at her. Sheila hadn't recognized her on first entering the room. Someone had performed an amazing transformation on her friend. She looked gamin-like now, and much younger than earlier in the day. Her hair had been trimmed and swept to one side, boyishly. Her breasts looked small through a sky blue blouse, but that only added to her youngish appearance. She was twenty- eight, but--at least in the dim light of the room, she looked of high school age. Her skirt was a black mini that nicely displayed her slender but shapely legs, and it contributed even more to her appearance of youth. In place of stockings, she wore blue bobby socks that matched the color of her blouse. Her feet were enclosed in black felt slippers. Sheila glanced back at Anne. The two of them had conversed on the ship after Sheila's dreadful episode with the four men, and the brunette had helped her clean up. Now she was dressed in a strapless black evening gown. It displayed the cleavage between her ample breasts fully as well as Sheila's dress did her cleavage. Like Sheila, she was in black stockings and high heeled glossy black pumps. Her dark brown hair seemed black in the dim light; it appeared different from how it had been on the ship; then her hair had been shoulder length. Now it was a mass of curls that outlined her oval countenance. Anne's figure, despite its shapeliness didn't stand out in a group as exceptional as this one. Now, however, her face as well as her body was on display. She looked gorgeous. The door next to Anne opened and the guard nearly fell over on his back. The blue girl who was in the doorway caught him. It was Nina. The blue girl glanced around the room and asked, "Are you all ready?" Her small stature was belied by her authoritative voice. She sounded like she was accustomed to giving orders. Kelly replied, "I think they are." "I'll get them lined up," the blue girl across the room said, rising. Clipboard in hand, she read off names. As each rose from her chair, she arranged them in a line behind Nina. Sheila was fourth, behind Anne, Wendy, and Caroline White. Kelly brought up the rear. When they were ready, the blue girl who had arranged them said, "Follow Nina out the door. You'll be on the side of a stage. All of you except the girl in front wait there in the wing. Nina will remove the handcuffs from the girl in front. That will be you, to start," indicating Anne. "Walk to the center of the stage; that's the area that is lit by a spotlight. Two guards as well as Crane will be beside the illuminated area. State your name clearly, so the clients can hear it. Stand in the spotlight for about a minute to give them time to look you over. "Turn around, slowly. Let them see you from all sides. When you're facing them again, Master Crane may ask you to do more. He may ask you to raise the hem of your dress to show your legs. If a buyer wants to see more, you'll raise it higher and you'll show him everything. Don't hesitate; do whatever Crane asks you to. When he tells you you're done, turn left and walk to the side of the stage. Return through the curtain. I'll be there waiting with your handcuffs; once they're on, get back in line." She looked at the other girls; then she said to Wendy, "You'll be next. Do the same things, going on stage and so on. Each of you do the same as this brunette." She paused. "Do all of you understand?" There were nods and murmurs of assent. "After all of you are back in line," the blue girl continued; "each of you return onstage for you to be bid on and sold. You'll proceed in the same order, to the spotlight, where you'll stand during the auction. "Crane will direct you. At some point, he may ask you to undress. Do it. After you're purchased, walk down the three steps at the front of the stage, to the aisle. I'll be waiting there to put your handcuffs back on you. After you're cuffed, take a front row seat. When you've all been sold, Nina will lead you from the auditorium." She paused and looked up and down the line. "Do you have any questions?" she asked. Sheila was acutely conscious of the alcohol's effects. The drink on her empty stomach made her feel silly and giggly. She had a silly desire to blurt out in response, "No airheads here!" but she suppressed the urge. "No? Good!" the blue girl said. "To be sure you understand, I'll explain how you'll be disciplined if one of you deviates from my directions. She gave them a smile. "If you cause us any trouble, you'll be stripped naked. Then, on stage and in front of the audience, the guards will use their belts on you. They won't whip your face, but that's the only part of your body where they won't whip you." The blue girl went through the door to the stage and closed it behind her. Kelly, who was at the rear of the line of females said, sotto voce, "Cheryl exaggerates. Crane isn't that bad--he's more bark than bite." CHAPTER 26: Sheila is Auctioned When Kelly closed the door behind them, it was dark, and Sheila was disoriented. She was in line behind Caroline White when she felt something brush her left arm. It required a few moments for her eyes to adjust; then she realized that it had only been the heavy stage curtain. The line of girls was at one end of the stage, with the curtain on the left of the line and a wall on the right. Ahead, Sheila saw an opening in the curtain, with a dim light coming through it. Sounds of voices came through the drapery, including an occasional laugh and cough, but they were muffled. Except for a rare loud word or two, nothing was intelligible. Then she heard a closer voice, that of Crane. He described what was to precede the auction; to Sheila it was a repetition of what the blue girl had just told the group of captives. He ended with, "Nina! You can send out the first candidate." The blue girl gave Anne a shove, and the brunette appeared briefly in the glare of the spotlight; a moment later she was out of view on the other side of the curtain. Sheila heard a raised murmur of voices and a few delighted shouts from males in the audience. When the crowd quieted, Anne gave her name and stated that she was a model and married. Crane added some further remarks about her education and background. No one spoke for a few minutes; and Sheila assumed that Anne was turning on the stage, displaying her figure. Crane thanked her. A moment later she reappeared behind them at the rear of their line. Wendy went onstage next and went through the same steps as Anne, but the crowd was more subdued. Then it was Caroline White's turn. She received more enthusiasm than Wendy--no doubt because of her shapely figure and larger breasts. Sheila, now at the front of the line, heard Crane thank Caroline. She didn't wait for Nina to shove her into the spotlight, but she immediately walked out from between the curtains. It took her as long to adjust to the light just as she had to the darkness, but she soon could see that the 'auditorium' was much smaller than she had anticipated. There was a dim light over the rear doors and light from the cracks between them, but except for what was illuminated by the spotlight, everything else in the room was too dimly lit to see. Crane was beside her on her right; and behind him were two guards. One she recognized was named Michael; he had been at their collaring in the shed. The reaction from the audience to her appearance was ebullient, and it seemed at least as loud as it had been for Anne. Like the brunette, she received enthusiastic male whistles. The first row seemed to be unoccupied, but she heard women in the second row discussing her. She waited for the noise to subside. "Hey Crane!" some man at the rear yelled. "Get more dolls like this one. Skip the skinny brunettes." Another yelled "Jesus what a knockout! Show us your tits Blondie!" Embarrassed and still a little nervous despite the alcohol, Sheila hoped that the man beside her would quiet them, but he waited silently with her and, without his intervention, the noise finally subsided. Sheila swallowed, and then began, "M-My name is SheilaEricson." She was glad she had taken that course in public speaking in her sophomore college year. Her female advisor had recommended it. The woman had said, "It doesn't matter what profession you intend to pursue, Sheila. There will always be meetings where you'll be expected to participate." Hoping her voice didn't betray her lies, Sheila said that she had been married a year and that her husband had been with her on the boat. "We were together until today," she told them. "I worked as a waitress while I was in college, but since we married I've been a housewife and haven't worked outside of the house." Crane's eyes on her made her realize that it was time to display herself. Her heart pounding, she did a slow pirouette before the audience. "Thank you, Sheila," Crane said, dismissing her. She returned through the curtain offstage, glad that was over, and she was again standing behind Caroline. The girl smiled at her. "My, did you ever get a reception! I'll bet a really rich guy gets you." "The men out there didn't sound exactly refined." "I know. I'm scared, but I'm glad for the drink; I feel a bit giddy from it." "Ever since Crane talked to us on the beach, I've been panicky about some guy owning me. I'm afraid of what he'll do to me. I mean, more than the sex." "Well, it isn't worth worrying about. It has to be better than walking the streets and picking up any old guy, like the girls do in Times Square." "A blue girl told me something that makes me feel a little less worried. Clients try to take care of their slaves. They sell you when they get tired of you, so they have a reason to keep you in good condition." Wendy, in front of Caroline, turned around. She reached out and hugged Sheila. "Oh, Sheila! I don't know how much we'll see of each other after today," she said. Sheila felt tears well in her eyes. She hugged Wendy back. "Wendy, I'm so sorry I got you into this. I wish I had never have let you come in the limosine." The auction had begun. Anne went out first, and there was the same commotion as before--whistles and lewd remarks from men in the audience--but this time Crane quieted the audience. The curtain muffled his words, and Sheila understood little except when Crane began calling out numbers that she presumed were bids. The auction took about ten minutes, and Sheila heard Crane tell Anne to take a seat. The spotlight seemed to be the only illumination in the room. At least the seats for the girls had been visible. When she'd been in the spotlight, except for the front row, the entire area where the audience sat had been pitch dark. Wendy took less time, perhaps five minutes, and Sheila heard Crane call out only three numbers. When Caroline White exited from behind the curtains to enter the light she too was again greeted by hoots and whistles. Her auction took as long as Anne's. Then Sheila was back onstage. Crane told her to reprise her 'pirouette' for the audience. She complied, amidst whistles and several male shouts of "Take it off!" Crane said, "They won't appreciate your figure as well with your clothes on. Kelly!" he called. "Come out, please." The blue girl appeared from between the curtains. "Do you want her to undress so soon?" she asked. "Yes," Crane said. "The clients have already had good looks at her appearance in evening dress." "Have her leave her shoes and stockings on. She has such nice legs." "I agree. Besides that, it will emphasize her nakedness above them." "I bet they'll go nuts when they see her bod, Master Crane. With her fair skin, those black stockings will really make her sexy. I bet she'll get over fifty thou." Crane smiled. "Not that much. The highest bid to date is forty. These are mostly business men, Kelly. Not many are going to pay more than forty thousand dollars to have a female for a month. Don't forget, that's in addition to their other expenses, particularly a suite." "I think she will. I'll bet money on it. I say she'll get fifty, or more!" "You're impertinent, but if you're serious, I'll take your bet." "I'll put up five hundred, U.S." Crane raised his eyebrows. "Can you afford that much, Kelly?" "What else can I spend it on here, anyway, Master Crane? I can't play in the casino with clients." "All right, but I hate to take your money. Now, help Sheila with her dress." The drink helped, but in front of a crowd Sheila still felt inhibited. Her hands were trembling. The slit began about three inches above the top of her hose, and the zipper reached all the way down to it. Her heart was racing as she drew down the tab. At least I don't have underclothing to remove. I hope this is over soon! It came open completely, and there was no need to step out of it. Kelly drew the garment down from her shoulders and folded it over an arm. It left Sheila standing in the center of the stage with the spotlight on her. Except for her necklace, her shoes, and her black stockings, she was naked. In the small auditorium, the cheers and hoots were deafening. Some males made obscene suggestions but, too conscious of her nakedness, Sheila's heart raced in her chest and her face felt hot, and she hardly noticed them. A male seated close to the stage made some request of Crane; although Sheila paid no attention, she noticed when she heard the words 'tits' and 'cunt'. "Kelly," Crane ordered, "Harden her nipples." "Yes, Master." Sheila's eyes followed the girl, who moved in front of her. Kelly grasped Sheila's left breast with the fingers and thumbs of both her hands and thrust her mouth upon it. She began licking the nipple voraciously, moving her head up and down. She swept her tongue around on the aroela and, using her tonguetip, she flicked the nipple like a playing child working a light switch rapidly on and off. Initially there was laughter from the audience but, after a few moments it grew attentive and sounds subsided. Kelly transferred her attention to Sheila's other breast. In less than a minute, both of Sheila's nipples were rock-hard. Kelly asked, "Are they big enough, Master Crane?" Crane encircled Sheila's waist with an arm, and he pulled her to the edge of the stage. "Bend forward," he told her. She complied and Crane cupped his hands under her breasts, and he pushed them outward. "Can you see her nipples well enough, Hugo?" he asked. "Yes," the man responded. "I suspected that they might get that big. I like them." "Good," Crane said. He raised Sheila up. "Turn around," he told her. Her heart pounding, Sheila complied, showing her buttocks to the audience. Crane said, "Spread your legs, and bend over. Support yourself with your hands on your knees." Her face felt on fire, but she did as he ordered. A moment later she was shocked as she felt his hands, from behind, reach between her thighs. His fingers gripped and spread her labia. Trembling, Sheila maintained the obscene posture until Crane finally withdrew his fingers. "All right, Hugo?" "Yes. She has a good-looking cunt. Blonde hair on her labia. Amazing." "Thank you, Sheila," Crane said. "Kelly, help her get dressed." Sheila turned around, and there was the blue girl holding her dress out for her. "That man," Crane explained as she slipped into the dress, "Will probably buy you. It's good business to allow a client to see what he's getting." As Sheila slipped her arms into the dress, Crane began the auction. "I expect Sheila will command a premium, so I'm beginning the bidding at fifteen thousand. Those of you making that bid, and all subsequent ones, blink your penlights, just as in the previous auctions. I won't single any of you out until the number of bidders is reduced to two or three." "Fifteen," he said, and penlights became illuminated all over the dark room. There were too many lights to count. "Sixteen." There appeared to be the same number of lights. "Twenty." Perhaps, now there were a few less. "Twenty-two." Now she was sure that there were fewer; she thought less than twenty. "Twenty-four." fewer. When Crane reached thirty, the bidding dropped precipitously. Only four lights remained on. As he called "Thirty-six", followed by each of the remainig twenties, the four stayed on. At "forty", one of those went out, leaving three lights on. Two were in the second row, near the center, close to where, earlier, Sheila had heard several women discussing her attributes. The bidding rose to "Fifty", at which point there were interruptions: First, the single flashlight near the rear of the room went out. Second, a woman who was evidently one of the two remaining bidders, said aloud, "I think the gentleman who is competing with me should concede defeat. I know very well who you are, Hugo, and I intend to bid as much as it will take to buy this girl." "Just a moment, Crane," the man said. He walked between the stage and the first row of seats, in the direction where the woman was. Passing the three girls who had been auctioned and were sitting in that row, he knelt on the first empty seat and began talking to the woman. Their voices were low, and Sheila was unable to comprehend anything that they said. After a couple of minutes, the man said, "Crane, we've come to an agreement about Sheila. The lady will buy her for the fifty that she's just bid. She'll also pay ten for Sheila's husband." Crane said, "I'll accept her bid for Sheila. But, as for her purchasing Sheila's husband, the lady will have to appear at tonight's auction for the males. Ten may be enough to buy her husband, but that depends on how much other clients bid for him. "Madame, your suite number?" "Apartment three three three." Crane grasped Sheila's hand. He led her to the side of the stage and down three steps to the auditorium floor to where Anne, Wendy, and Caroline White were seated in the front row. Sheila took the unoccupied seat beside Caroline, the one the man who had been bidding on her had just vacated. She glanced behind it to dimly make out the face of a youngish looking woman by the dim reflected light from the stage. She supposed that was the woman who had purchased her. CHAPTER 27: Leon & Babette Attend the Auction As Leon and Babette entered the third floor stairwell, they met five women descending from the floor above, the fourth floor, where the most expensive suites were located. A slender redhead, younger than the other four women, greeted them. "Heading for the Auction, Babette?" she asked, glancing at Leon with a smile. Leon estimated her age at about thirty-five. He wondered how a woman that young would be so wealthy that she could afford Lecoliere Island. She gave him an interested stare, but he was accustomed to that. Out of courtesy, he responded with a brief smile. "Oh, Kimberlee!" Babette exclaimed; it's wonderful to see you again!" She put her arms out, and the two of them hugged and kissed. Leon was amused by their lip to lip contact, but it was too brief for him to infer much from the kiss. "I was hoping so much that you'd be back this year, Kim," Babette said. "This is Leon. We met in Paris after I broke up with Paul." The redhead coolly gave Leon her hand and he gallantly kissed it. Smoothly if mechanically, he said, "Delighted!" She didn't appeal to his taste. Breasts insignificant, and she looked mannish. He wondered if she was lesbian; and he thought to later ask Babette if they had been lovers. As the seven of them continued down the stairs, Babette introduced Leon to the other four women. Rita was a bleached blonde. Leon estimated her age at about forty-five. She was wearing a copious assortment of jewelry, with at least six rings on her fingers, multiple bracelets, long earrings, and even a sort of barette-like gold crown in her hair. Her dress was scarlet, a size too small, and as tasteless as the jewelry. Although she wasn't 'fat', she had a few more pounds on her frame than would have been ideal, and the tight dress, particularly without anything beneath the garment, only emphasized the extra pounds. Behind Rita was another blonde. When she saw Leon, she grasped Babette's arm, exclaiming, "Goodness, Babette! Where did you find such a magnificent specimen of male?" She smiled at Leon, boldly meeting his eyes with her own. "In Paris, Deirdre. I met him about a month after I Paul and I broke up. We met at a reception in the American Ambassador's residence." They continued down the stairs. "I didn't know that you and Paul had broken up," the blonde replied. "What a shame. I did like Paul." She looked again at Leon and smiled. "But I adore your replacement." He guessed her age at about forty. Although her voluptuous figure was slightly overdeveloped, she looked well-preserved: Perhaps, like Babette, she worked out. Her hair looked bleached, but she'd chosen a pleasing shade of dark gold. In height, she was about five eight; her oval countenance was nearly round, with a small, turned-up nose, large eyes, and sensuous, full lips that she had tinted a deep maroon. Her breasts were as prominent as Rita's and probably took D cups. Leon liked big busts on women. When it came to fucking, he'd prefer an over-buxom woman anytime to one with small breasts. Through her gown, there was no indication of nipples as there had been through Rita's; doubtless she wore some support beneath it. Their mobility was due to their weight. She was dressed elegantly, in a blue gown that contrasted well with her hair. Her makeup was unobtrusive. Her jewelry comprised small gold loop earrings, a solitary sapphire gold ring, and a gold choker necklace. A fourth woman, Esther, was a small woman, her height he guessed was about five five and looked about Babette's age, close to fifty. Her figure was as trim a figure as that of the young Kimberly. Her hair was dark brown and Leon presumed from its lack of gray that she dyed it. She was dressed informally, in a simple white blouse and black cotton skirt. The last of the five women was Lindsey Lebeau. Babette had told him that the brunette was lesbian. Behind her back, the cattier women called her 'Lezzie'. She looked in her upper thirties, with a shapely figure, including prominent breasts. Her dark brown hair reached to her shoulders. She said little when Leon was introduced to her, appearing preoccupied. Leon had heard her name long before he had met Babette, but he couldn't recall when or where. She was someone of importance in Paris, probably in commerce. Even in France lesbians had difficulty cracking the political scene. He decided to, one way or another, photograph her; the Director could identify her. She isn't the only celebrity here. I heard a few women call that large white-haired American 'Senator'. It may be that like 'Colonel', the term in the States is not necessarily an official term. Still, it could be. This entire situation is amusing; Monsieur le Directeur may discover that too many important people are here for him to dare sending in gendarmes or Securit . The six women and Leon entered the Auditorium together. Kimberlee stopped, and she looked about the room. "We're fortunate, girls," she said; "We're the first ones here." "Let's go down in front," Rita said. "We'll be able to see everything from there." Blue girls were carrying in folding chairs and setting them up at the ends of rows and behind the fixed rows of seats. Leon and the women went to the front of the room where they encountered and were halted by a ribbon that cordoned off the first row of seats. Babette told Leon, "The first row is reserved for the new slaves. They sit there after they've been auctioned." The women entered the second row, taking center seats directly before the stage, which was only about six feet in front ofthem. Leon waited for the women to pass him, intending to take the seat after Babette. "You go ahead, Babette," Deirdre said and, without waiting for a response, she grasped Babette's arm and urged her into the row before her. Deirdre followed her, and she took the seat beside Babette, separating her from Leon. "Come, Leon," she said, patting the empty seat beside her. "You sit beside me. Babette won't mind." Babette looked annoyed. She appeared about to object, but they were interrupted by a harried-looking young man rushing down the aisle holding out a sheaf of papers. About twenty years old, he had a mop of unkempt light brown hair and thick glasses and carried a satchel over one shoulder. He stopped when he reached their row. "Do all of you intend to bid in the auction?" he asked. Leon shrugged. "I think so. Why?" "Here's the menu," the young man said. He counted out sheets and handed them to Leon. "It includes tonight's as well as this afternoon's auction. Would you take one yourself and pass along the rest?" Leon took the top sheet and handed the balance to Deirdre. The young man withdrew a handful of pocket flashlights from his satchel, handed these to Leon, and then turned and hurried back up the aisle. Leon passed all but one of the flashlights to Deirdre. "I don't need a flashlight to read this menu," he said. He looked at the sheet. It had easily readible typescript and read: Today's Menu Females DuPre, Anne. 29. Bn. LM(D). Accompanied by husband Jerry (see below). Somers, Wendy. 28. Bn. SM(A). Single. White, Caroline. 27. Bn. MM(C). Accompanied by husband Fred (see below). Ericson, Sheila. 22. Be. LM(D). Accompanied by husband Ed (see below). Cole, Mia. 18. A. MM(B). Single. College freshman. Harris, Robyn. 18. Bk. LM(C). Single. College freshman. Roommate of Cole. Lyons, Jane. 17. Be. LM(D). Single. High School Senior. Acc. by date, Bill. Rollins, Daphne. 17. Bn. MM(C). Single. H.S.Sr. Acc. by date, Ross. Johnson, Cheryl. 17. Be. MM(C). Single. H.S.Sr. Cheerleader. Dennison, Denise. 16. Bn. MM(B). Single. H.S.Jr. Cheerleader. Rivers, Patricia (Patty). 16. Bn. MM(C). Single. H.S.Jr. Caswell, Kathleen (Kathy). 15. Be. MM(B). Single. H.S.Soph. Acc. by date, Eric. Males Ericson, Edgar (Ed). 35. B. LP(8 , 8, 8 ) (Acc. wife Sheila). DuPre, Jerrold (Jerry). 35. Br. LP(9 , 8, 9) (Acc. wife, Anne). White, "Frederick (Fred). 32. Br. MP(7 , 7 , 8 ) (Acc. wife, Caroline). Steen, William (Bill). 19. Bl. MP(7, 7, 8) Coll.Soph. Sport Star. (Acc. date, Jane). Rivers, Ross. 16. Br. MP(7, 7, 8). H.S.Soph. (Acc. date, Daphne). St. Cyr, Eric. 16. B. MP(7 , 7, 8). H.S.Soph. (Acc. date, Kathy). Leon recalled most of the names of the females from the album, but some were new. He wondered why the album didn't include these 'extras'. He slipped the folded sheet into a pocket. It constituted hard evidence. "Just wait," Deirdre said. "You'll need it if you intend to bid for one of the girls." "Mmm?" he said, looking at her quizzically, but she simply smiled. During the subsequent twenty minutes, the room filled. Looking to the rear, Leon was unable to spot a single empty seat. A few persons, who were probably staff personnel, were standing near the back wall. A man dressed in a white jacket and white slacks walked down the aisle past them and stepped onto the stage. He held a portable microphone, unnecessary Leon thought, with the room as small as it was. "Most of you know me," he began. My name is Crane; I'm the manager for the Corporation's island activities. I welcome all of you, and particularly our new guests who arrived this morning. I hope you our accommodations are to your liking. "A shipment of slaves came on your cruise ship. Those of you who take part in today's auction are more fortunate than our past guests. The quality of the females that we're offering today is exceptional. "Many of my clients like their purchases to be young. For those of you who do prefer young females, we received three today who are seventeen years old, two who are sixteen, and one who is just fifteen. Each of these possesses a figure fine enough to win a beauty contest. Even that of the fifteen year old would look well as the centerfold of Penthouse Magazine. "Just twelve females are on the block this afternoon. Most of you here this afternoon won't, unfortunately, be successful in buying one but, nevertheless, I want to make your sojourn on the island as satisfying as possible. For the benefit of guests who are visiting Lecoliere for the first time, allow me to give you some information to facilitate that. "Nights here are devoted to partying. You'll be invited to many soir es, and I recommend that you accept as many invitations to them as possible. The host of a typical party here features his latest purchase as the party's principal attraction. The evening will begin by a performance by his purchase; she will perform acts for your entertainment, ones to illustrate her abilities and to raise your libido. Following this and for the balance of the evening she'll be available to satisfy your personal requests. "The other means to make your stay here satisfying is accessible through my staff. I rent a number of previously-owned slaves. You can lease one for time periods extending from one night to as long as you wish. Occasionally, a client asks me to keep his slave in storage for his exclusive use, and he rents one of our basement cells to keep her during his absence. My only use of such slaves is for kitchen and maid service." The lights abruptly went out. Only a single light remained on, a spotlight that illuminated the center of the stage and the curtains where they came together. The rest of the room was very dark, and it was several moments before Leon was even able to distinguish the women beside him by the meager light reflected off the stage. "My electrician Jeffrey follows orders by his watch," Crane said. "Jeff! Please turn the lights back on. I'll inform you when I want them off." The lights came back on. "I'm running short of time. I'll describe the ground rules for our auction. "First, you'll have a preview of every girl before any bidding. Each one will appear here on stage and say a few words about herself. She'll subsequently return behind the curtains, and the next girl will appear and do the same. They'll appear in the order of eldest first and youngest last. "After this preview, the first will reappear onstage, and the auction will begin. The girl will remain beside me here. All of our lights except for the spotlight which illuminates the female will remain out. "The purpose of the room-darkening is to preserve the anonymity of my clients. Many are prominent citizens and prefer their presence here on the island, and especially their involvement in the bidding, to remain private. During the auction, all you need state is the amount of your bid. Use the flashlight that you've received to give me an idea of your location. To those of you who make the final successful bid, need not state your name. Simply tell me the number of your apartment or suite. "The financial transactions will be conducted tomorrow or, if you prefer immediate delivery, then payment will occur tonight when your purchase is brought to you. For those of you wanting delivery tonight, please see me or one of my blue girls soon after the auction to inform us of that. Following the auction of the last girl, Jeff will re-illuminate the lights." Crane paused. "Are there any questions?" A male voice asked, "Will the girls be naked?" "Briefly," Crane said, but if you're seated too far back, you can come onstage, and I'll ask the girl show you her attributes." A male voice shouted from the darkness, "Her cunt!" Although the words elicited a few laughs, Crane looked bored. Leon supposed that he'd probably heard such remarks many times before. "Any other questions? No? Fine, then; we'll proceed. Kelly, send out the first girl." CHAPTER 28: Albert & Hugo Attend the Auction Albert entered their suite. His brother was in an armchair reading. Albert found his college work too involving, and he seldom had time for pleasure reading. But Hugo, despite all his activities, even when he'd been in graduate school, always found time to read. "What's the book?" he asked. Hugo held it up. "Bulgakov," his brother said. "'The Master and Marguerita'. This is my second reading of it. One of the great novels of the last century. Are you familiar with it?" Albert shook his head. "I don't read much fiction. I haven't since high school. Do you still read a lot? I remember when I was a kid I used to see you on the front porch swing, reading." "I didn't read as much when I owned the company, but I did read some. For relaxation, principally fiction." "Did you go running this morning?" Hugo nodded. "I got back just in time to beat the downpour. On my way out I passed the shipment of girls. They had just come off the ship." Hugo closed the book and smiled. "There are some appetizing ones in this bunch. I'm very tempted to have one of them in my bed tonight. If not tonight, then as soon as her training is done." "Well, you can afford it. I'll have to rent one like you did last year. That is, if I can afford it. How much does Crane charge? Have you seen him yet?" Hugo shook his head. "He's been too busy. When I do see him, I'll let him know that you're just out of school. His charges vary but, if you're willing to settle for a woman past her twenties who doesn't have a body to illustrate a centerfold, you can probably afford one. Anyway, Crane is flexible. Once he knows you're my brother, he might even give you a freebie. He can probably keep you off his books. "Tonight, I'll see if he has free time. Besides telling him about you, I'd like to pick up our boxing where we left off five years ago." "In Puerto Rico?" Hugo nodded. "When I was setting up the lab. He was managing a casino, and we met in the San Juan Athletic club. We're . . . At least we were fairly evenly matched. He is more a street fighter, a Dempsey type. Tough. I was first on our team in college and, when he told me he'd never had lessons, I thought he'd be easy. Even though he didn't know all the moves, he was all I could handle." "They're setting up for the auction. I came up to let you know. One of the girls in blue told me that she expected the shipment to be ready in about an hour." "Why don't I show you around the building?" Hugo proposed. "When we get down to the main floor we'll stick our noses in to see how close they are to starting." He inserted a marker in the book and slipped his sandals back on. They left the room and headed down the long corridor, toward the rear stairwell. * * * As they exited the stairwell on the ground floor, they found their way blocked by a blue girl leading a group of girls and women, all or almost all in evening dress and wearing leather slave collars, with their hands bound in handcuffs attached by chains to their collars. A guard in a tan uniform followed the group. The blue girl led them single file through a door into a dimly lit room. "They're gorgeous!" Albert whispered. He had counted eleven of them as they left the hall. "Are they the ones to beauctioned?" "Probably," Hugo answered. "I recognize two that I saw this morning when they were coming from the ship. This group is better looking than the ones I saw last year, although I never saw that entire group together. These look like they've been made up. Their hair looks styled, at least on some of them. I don't know if we'll get to see them undressed. Maybe those gowns are supposed to serve the purpose instead. The girls are naked underneath those dresses." The guard followed the girls into the room and closed the door behind him. Hugo and Albert went past the door to the double doors and pushed their way in. A few other clients were present toward the front of the room and were already seated. "We'd better go in," Hugo said. "I'd like seats near thefront." "You're really going to buy a girl?" Albert asked. "I told you that I was," Hugo told him, sounding a bit irritated. "How often are you going to ask that, Albert? If I don't get one, the only reason will be that I've been outbid." Looking around from the rear of the room, Albert thought the 'Auditorium' name euphemistic. The room was far smaller than any assembly hall that he had ever seen, and that included ones in his elementary school, high school, and college. "We used this room last year as a cinema," Hugo said, as they walked down the aisle. "A client that I met in here told me a little of the history of this island. He said that this room was designed for only fifty spectators. See those fixed seats? The ones in front. Just five rows, with ten seats in each." A girl in a blue dress was directing the seating. She and two other girls were carrying in metal folding chairs and setting them up behind the fixed rows of seats. Albert suggested aiding the girls, but Hugo smiled, restraining him. "These are slaves, Albert," he told his brother. "Get used to treating them as slaves." "Well, I know," Albert responded; "But these ones in the blue dresses apparently have a lot of authority. They don't act much like slaves." "It's relative. Just wait. When you see how a few clients treat them, you'll realize how little authority they actually have. Crane may not be aware of what some of the girls have to put up with from an occasional client. If I see Crane tonight, I'll tell him. Although it could be things are different this year. Last year I saw things happen in the corridors of this building that were almost incredible. The clients won't like my squealing, but I don't care much what they think. "One guy made a blue girl give him a bj--a thorough one--right in the hallway. After he left and the girl was zipping up her dress, she saw me. I remember her words: 'That Wally is a pig!' That was my opinion of the guy, too." The blue girls set up three additional rows with the folding chairs. The girl directing added one chair to each end of the front fixed row; then she cordoned off the entire front row with red ribbon. "I'm surprised," the younger man said to his brother. "I calculated eighty-two chairs. I didn't realize so many clients were staying here. Your friend Crane must make a bundle from this place." "I suppose so," Hugo responded. "But he has plenty of overhead. I doubt if he pays the blue girls, but he has trainers, guards, and technical personnel. They have a generator, a transmitter, and a die shop here. He has to pay for supplies. Whoever snares and ships the girls has a dangerous job. I'm sure Crane has to pay the shipper a big cut. "These chairs probably aren't all for clients. Some may be for staff and blue girls. "Last year, besides us clients, a lot of Crane's guards and trainers attended the movies in here. As for the auctions, I didn't see any. There was one the day I arrived here, but I missed it. I left before there was another shipment." The brothers took seats as close to the front stage as they could, in the second row, behind the cordoned one. The six middle seats were already taken by a group of women and one man, a tall and extremely handsome one of about Hugo's age who reminded Albert of the latest double oh seven star. The two brothers took seats close to the aisle. Other people began to enter, and a single male client took the last seat in the row, on the other side of the women. Albert glanced to each side. "I guess we're lucky we arrived early," he said; "but I'm surprised to see all the women." "So am I," his older brother said. "Last year I didn't see many female clients. Only five or six the entire time I was here." "This one row alone has six women in it. Only two men besides us." Albert looked at the rows behind them. "The row behind us has all men in it and it's already full. Maybe all the women came together, and they just arrived earlier than the men." "Well, that would be a first," his brother said. A framed stage stood in the front of the room. To Albert it looked rather like a box. The stage was raised to match the level of one side of a rectangular hole that faced the rows of seats. It was separated from the first row by five or six feet. "It was made by Machine Shop personnel," Hugo said. "It was supposed to be temporary but it's become a permanent fixture. The film screen is rolled into a recess in the ceiling of the box." Half-closed curtains hung to each side of a dais that had been placed in the center of the stage. "The curtains are used for live plays," he added. "I saw one of them. The actors were a mix of slaves and clients. It was the sort of tableau that Parisians would call 'une exhibition'." "Pornographic," Albert remarked. Hugo smiled. "Isn't that what you'd expect? The films last year were also porn. I think they were all made here. If you keep your eyes open in this building, you'll spot cameras, especially in the apartments and suites. The films that I saw were of real activities--mostly parties--that occurred here." Glancing at his brother, he said, "What we do here might be videotaped." "Uh!" his brother exclaimed, grimacing. "I don't like that. I don't have your guts, Hugo, or your experience with women. Technology Institutes don't have a lot of coeds. I had damn few dates as an undergraduate. If wasn't for my trips to the 'Combat Zone', I'd have been celibate for the last few years." His brother smiled. "Just wait until a gorgeous slave arrives at our suite. You'll dispense with your inhibitions." Albert looked back again. All of the fixed seats were filled by men. No, he corrected himself. Near the isle there was one woman, older, fortyish perhaps but attractive, beside an older man. Then he spotted two more women among the crowd of men. About half of the folding chairs were filled. In those, except for three girls in blue, all the occupants were male. Two wore tan guard uniforms. The ages of the male clients ranged, he guessed, from about thirty to ones with white-hair who had to be at least in their sixties. He looked again to the side, at the group of six women. Except for one young one, they seemed to be fortyish or fiftyish, but with women, Albert found it difficult to judge age. They were so close to the stage that Albert feared he'd annoy those sitting around him if he spoke in a normal tone of voice, so he whispered. "That blue girl is passing out some things. Most people are taking them." "Well, take one from her," his brother whispered back, sounding irritated.. He glanced momentarily at the girl and then back to Crane, whose information he seemed intent on hearing. Albert stood up and motioned to the girl. She held a sheet out along with what looked like a pocket flashlight over several clients. He reached over them. "Will you be bidding?" she asked, before handing over anything. "Um, I'm not sure, but my brother will be." "I'd better give you two of each," she said, and handed him the items. Albert sat back down. He looked at the sheet and read, "The items will be auctioned in the order shown." He turned the sheet over, looking for a key, but the reverse was blank. He showed the sheet to Hugo and pointed to the "Br. LM(D)" on the line that began with "DuPre, Anne", but his brother only briefly glanced at it and shrugged, as if to say "I have no idea". Hugo was still following Crane's preview of the auction. "You may prefer to train slaves yourself," Crane said. "For those of you who do, my staff will deliver your purchase to your apartment tonight, bathed and completely prepared for you. Inform us in advance if you have any special wishes concerning her preparation. My staff will try to accommodate you. "In the absence of any special requests, we give every slave enemas until she's thoroughly cleaned out. After bathing her, we fill her rectum with petroleum jelly. We omit oral and vaginal preparations unless you specifically request some. The same applies to specula. I won't explain them now. Those of you who are unfamiliar with specula can enquire about them from mystaff. "Some of the accessories that we provide include restraints, collar, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, and snap hooks. All match the rings on the collars that the slaves here wear as well as the rings that you'll find protruding from locations in yoursuites." "After their parade, I'll call the first one back. She'll undress and remain so for a short time to allow you to look her over. She'll dress, and the bidding on her will begin. As soon as she's sold, the next girl will come out. "The minimum bid for each girl is ten thousand US dollars. In the auction tonight for the males it will be five thousand. I believe that each of you who plans to bid has been provided with a pocket flashlight. All you need do to place a bid is to turn it on after I've stated the value of the bid to indicate that you'll meet that figure." Crane paused a moment, and one man raised his hand. "Yes, George?" "How soon can we get the slave?," a man asked. "Are you in a hurry?" Crane asked. There was a flurry of laughter. "Well, I am. I saw a girl this morning that I wanta take to my apartment, ASAP. Do you have any problem with my giving you a check right after I give the top bid for her?" "No," Crane replied. "But, in that case, I can't promise how well she'll perform for you. She might brain you with a vase or anything else that she finds in your suite." "Well, fuck, Crane!" the man said; "Just deliver her. I'll worry about that. Just send her up with her hands tied behind her back." "All right, George. She'll arrive handcuffed, with the cuffs fastened to her collar. Her guard will bring some of our training devices if you want--vibrators, a prod, and whips. Will that be satisfactory?" "Sure, fine." The man sat down. "Are there any more questions?" "Yeah!" Another man stood up. "I'm gonna want to see the girl up close before I bid on her. You know, to see her tits or whatever. Can I go up on the stage?" "Yes. I already mentioned that you could. But don't touch her. If you want to see her more intimate parts . . ." "Her cunt!" a man yelled. It elicited a few hoots. "I'll have her exhibit herself for you," Crane said. "Will that be satisfactory?" "I guess so. Sure." "Are there any more questions?" A red-haired woman, younger than any of the female clients that Albert had yet seen--he supposed that she was in her mid-thirties--stood up. She wore a tight-fitting but obviously expensive red gown, a ruby necklace, and a huge diamond on a finger of the hand that she held up. "When do we bid on the men? And, will they disrobe also?" "I already mentioned that, Kimberlee: Their auction will take place after dinner tonight. As to their attire, all of the men will be naked. If you want a better view of any you have an interest in purchasing, I'll arrange to have the man taken down to where you're seated. You won't have to come up on the stage." He paused and looked at his watch. "I thought we'd be further along by now." "Kimberlee, if you have no interest in this auction, you're welcome to leave. I'll post a notice about the men's auction as soon as this one is over." "Thank you, Crane," the woman said. "At least for now, I'll stay." "More questions? No? All right. Jeff, please extinguish the lights!" All of the lights except the spotlight on the center of the stage went out. "Guard, please have each female enter and come onto the stage in the usual order. Don't move them too quickly. Send out about one per two minutes." Guided by Crane, and with a guard beside her, each girl appeared from some hidden rear entrance. She said a few words about herself, paraded slowly across the stage, stopped a moment in the center to pirouette around, and finally disappeared behind the curtain at the right side of the stage. CHAPTER 29: Leon & Babette Attend the Auction, Part Two I couldn't have gotten a better seat! Leon smiled in the dark room. It was difficult to concentrate on the auction when he considered his good fortune. Both of the men on his left had been involved in the bidding, and the younger man had actually purchased a girl. She was the least attractive of the entire twelve females that had paraded over the stage, but that was simply his taste. She wasn't ugly, far from it, but her figure was slender. Leon preferred bit tits. He guessed that hers probably took A cups or at most, B's. The man's companion had called him Albert. Crane had called his companion by name, Hugo; so he had two first names, one of whom had actually purchased a slave and the other who had wanted to. Before the lights had been extinguished, Leon had observed the youth of the younger man. He looked no older than the female he had bought, about twenty-five. He had assumed the man's wealth must have been inherited, he was too young to be a successful self-made business man. However, during the bidding it became apparent that the older man was doing the paying. That had seemed odd, since the older was too young to be the other's father. They might be brothers or perhaps some deal was involved. To Leon's surprise, Lindsey had outbid everyone to buy that blonde, Sheila. Judging from the numerous penlights that were lit during the bidding, it looked like at least half the people--chiefly men, of course, but two women, including Babette--had bid on the blonde. He presumed that some politics was involved in the final result. Hugo, who had been Lindsey's final competitor in the auction, had made some deal with her before he himself bowed out. If I can, I'll find out what sort of deal she made with Hugo to get the blonde. The wealth of these clients must be enormous; the Director can't possibly guess what the repercussions will be if Securit conducts a raid on this island! A petite, auburn-haired girl came into the spotlight. She was attractive enough but, after seeing that spectacular blonde Sheila naked, Leon was unimpressed by Mia. A hand touched his right leg. It lay there on the cotton leg of his pants as if it was the armrest, without moving. Leon was amused. Is Deirdre bored with the auction? Or does she have more in mind? In the dark, her actions, if any, wouldn't be seen by anyone. He was interested in seeing how much nerve she had, but he didn't intend to encourage her. He devoted his attention to Crane and the girl on the stage. Crane was describing the auburn-haired Mia, who was eighteen and a college sophomore. Instead of the evening gowns that most of the women had worn, she was dressed in a sky blue jumper. Leon watched as she undid her dress. Deirdre's hand crept slowly over his pantleg toward his crotch. It stopped just short of the bump in his trouser crotch that was his flaccid penis. It lay there for some minutes while, on the stage, Mia handed her dress to the blue girl and then turned around on the stage, displaying her nude body. The hand, spider-like, began to creep up onto the hump in his thin summer-weight trousers. It stopped on the peak, unmoving. He grinned. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on Mia, despite looking over her shapely body. Deirdre's fingers kneaded the head, repeatedly squeezing and releasing it with her fingertips, and his cock grew beneath her palm. Crane was calling out bids on Mia. Kelly was helping the girl get dressed. "Twenty!" Crane called out. In his pants, Leon's cock was a pole supporting Deirdre's hand. Deirdre moved in her seat, and Leon felt what was probably her shoulder, pressing against his chest. She was leaning over his lap, and he caught the scent of her perfume, fragrant and light. Her other hand joined the first on his pants. After a few moments of groping about between his legs, she found his fly. Her fingers unzipped it, and his cock bobbed out, freed. Leon felt cool room air on its skin. The hands stopped moving. What a tease! Leon's right arm lay on the armrest and the warmth and weight of her breasts were pressing on it through her gown. He was tempted to grasp them, but was more determined not to encourage her, interested in seeing how far she might proceed, and he desisted. Crane, up on the stage, called out "Sold!" One of Deirdre's hands, the new one, moved toward his cock. Leon felt cool fingers very lightly touch it. After pausing, they moved upward to the head, and fingertips lightly held it. They explored all of its contours. Then the hand descended. When it was halfway down the shaft, the fingers encircled it and began to pump the skin up and down. Leon clenched his teeth. He tried to concentrate on the scene on the stage. Crane grasped Mia's hand, and he led her down from the stage. A blue girl put handcuffs on Mia, and the girl moved along the row, passing the four women who had already been auctioned and stopped at the seat beside the blonde, Sheila. Mia sat down; she was located two seats to his right, directly in front of a woman in his row, possibly Rita. The cool fingers pumped Leon's cock, delicately but unceasingly. Periodically, Deirdre's hand imparted a sudden and violent downward thrust to her hand, using her wrist as a hinge, and the resulting thrills rachetted his arousal higher. Her fingers were expert, and Leon doubted that he could resist having an orgasm. Crane climbed back on stage. He called, "Robyn!" The other hand moved. It reached into his fly and fingers--cool as the previous ones--groped about in his silk undershorts. They found his balls, enclosed them, and drew them out. Deirdre's fingers and thumb encircled the skin above them like a rope, imprisoning his balls below her fist in a sack as tight as a fully inflated balloon. One finger--perhaps her pinky--tickled the taut skin under them with a long nail. Mia's roommate, Robyn, came out from behind the curtains. As petite as Mia, her breasts were larger and, for her size, looked weighty. When she removed her dress, her long black hair reached so far down her back that it covered the dimple above the crack of her buttocks. Leon concentrated on the scene onstage, but it was becoming more difficult by the minute. The hands of the woman beside him were far more effective in drawing his attention than anything that occurred in the spotlight. Merde! Deirdre was suddenly pumping her hand as rapidly as a jackhammer. Before he knew it she'd pushed him over the edge. Leon gritted his teeth. He felt his penis jerk and squirt and, with the light of the spotlight behind it, he saw the streak of semen arc over onto the seat before him. Leon closed his eyes and, although it was incredibly difficult, he suppressed all reaction except an initial "Uh!" that escaped his lips. A moment later he felt the warmth of her mouth enclosing the head of his organ. Then his arms were about her and holding her and he felt, along with the thrills of each spasm, the contractions of her tongue and throat and heard the nearly inaudible but unmistakable sounds that accompanied them. CHAPTER 30: The Rest of the Females are Sold From her seat in the front row, Sheila watched as Mia Cole was auctioned. Auburn-hair, and eighteen years old, she possessed a petite and shapely figure with B cup breasts. A man, anonymous because of the darkness, bought her. After the last silent bid was made, Crane called out "Sold!" and the man stated his apartment number. Mia's roommate, Robyn, with large breasts for her equally petite figure was auctioned next. When she removed her dress, her long black hair reached so far down her back that it covered the dimple just above the crack of her buttocks. From the talk of the women behind her, Sheila gathered that the purchaser was named 'George'. "I'm pretty certain that's George buying her," one of the women remarked. "He has such a fetish for big tits. He pointed out to me this morning which of those girls that he intended to bid on. That big-titted Anne or that blonde that you just bought were his first two choices. He said that if he couldn't get either of them then the delightful little thing with the long black hair who's displaying herself this moment was his next choice." "Is the suite number his?" a second woman asked. "I'm not sure, Lindsey. But, the voice sounded like his." Jane Lyons, the seventeen year old blonde who Sheila remembered from the ship, came out on the stage. She was dressed in a scoop-necked royal blue evening gown, gold earrings, and a gold chain necklace. Crane told her, "Undo the zipper, Jane. Kelly will take your dress." The blonde shook her head. She mumbled something that might have been, "I-I can't," but in such a soft voice that Sheila wasn't sure. Crane repeated his words and added, "Help her, Kelly." "No, no!" Jane cried, loudly. "I won't!" Kelly reached for the girl's zipper, but Jane pushed her hand aside. She exclaimed, "I can't do that in front of all these people! I won't!" Kelly tried to reason with her, saying "The other girls all did it, Jane. You have to." "No!" Crane said. "Kelly, discipline her. But avoid leaving whip marks. If her Master likes them, let him be the one to make them." "Yes, Master Crane." Kelly said to the blond guard who stood behind the girl. She said, "Hold her Michael?" "Sure thing, Kelly." He reached around Jane's waist and grasped her forearms, above the wrists. He pulled them behind her and held them. Jane struggled to pull her arms free. "Stop it!" she cried; "Let me go!" Kelly grasped the slide tab of Jane's gown. She zipped it down until the dress was open to Jane's waist. She pulled the dress open, pushed the lapels to each side, and pulled the girl's large breasts up and out, until they jutted starkly out over the unopened lower part of her gown. Blushing, Jane twisted her torso, trying to free herself. She cried, "Let me go!" her struggles causing her heavy breasts to swing about. Gene removed his belt. He handed it to Kelly. "I'm sorry, Jane, but I have to encourage you," Kelly said. Jane grew wide-eyed as Kelly drew back her arm. "Hold her steady, Michael." "No problem," he replied. He held girl's forearms crossed behind her back, causing her shoulders to pull back. In spite of Jane's grimace of pain, it gave the appearance that the girl was deliberately thrusting out her bared breasts. To the audience behind Sheila, who couldn't see what the guard had done, it must look as though Jane was offering them as targets. Kelly swung the belt at Jane's breasts. The leather impacted with a sound like a hand-clap, striking fully across both nipples. The blow was hard enough to cause her breasts to bob about wildly. "Ow!" Jane cried, and she burst into tears. "T-That hurt!" "Tell me when you're ready to cooperate," Kelly said. "Keep holding her, Michael." She brought it again across the blonde's breasts; this just under her nipples, on the lower halves of her large aroelas. It flung her breasts upward and again into a wild bobble. "Ow!! Stop, please stop!!" Jane exclaimed. Between sobs, she cried, "Don't hit me again; I'll do what you want." "O.K., Michael," Kelly said. She returned the belt. The guard released the girl's arms, and Jane wiped her cheeks with her palms. "Hurry up!" Kelly told her. "Next time I'll give it to you where you'll really feel it!" With shaking hands Jane unzipped her dress and Kelly helped her out of the garment. The blonde caused no further problems, and the bidding went to forty for her. The final two competitors for Jane were a man, who sounded to Sheila like the same man who had been bidding for her--'Hugo' Crane had called him-- and a woman in the same row just behind her, but not the one who had purchased Sheila herself. The five other girls--the seventeen year olds Daphne and Cheryl, the sixteen year olds Denise and Patty, and the fifteen year old Kathy--were purchased by men. * * * To be continued . . . The Author would appreciate the Reader's comments, pro or con. From the imaginative: What would you like to see? (perversions, use & abuse, humiliations, fetishes, whatever I haven't thought of) Email me at: mdotmersereau@aol.com 207 ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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