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Authors: Charles Graham
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expected when she knows the whip! Thank you, madam. Thirty five thousand I am bid! Thirty eight. Forty. Excellent, sir. Forty two. Forty four. No more bids, then? At forty four. Going once, going twice at forty four thousand. All done? At forty four thousand. Sold to The Consortium! Thank you, ladies and gentlemen."
On her back on the thick carpet beneath the pitiless lights, Gemma's gagged face ran with tears as the terrified brunette tried to understand what had just happened to her.
Surely, it could not be?
It just wasn't possible...was it?
She couldn't be auctioned like a..a piece of furniture, or a painting!
And she hadn't even been able to see who had been bidding!
A hand slapped her right hip and Gemma strained to look down.
There, on her hip, an oblong of yellow paper stuck to her flesh.
A muffled wail of sheer terror, horrified despair leaked past the thick gag in her mouth.
Printed on the paper in large red letters, was a single word.
SOLD!
Gemma shook her head in refusal of the blunt message signified by the paper on her body, but as her ankles were untied and she was hauled unceremoniously to her feet and frog marched from the auction room, she groaned in anguished misery as her trainers laughingly congratulated each other on the successful outcome of their efforts.
"That went really well. Better than I'd hoped."
"Yes. I didn't expect her to fetch more than thirty thousand."
"Forty four is an exceptionally high price. Our commission from Roxwell is going to make my bank manager a very happy man."
"Right. Mine is going on that holiday to America I've been promising myself."
"And it's all thanks to little Gemma here and the cooperative way she climaxed on demand at just the right moment to up the bidding."
"So she's going to The Consortium, then. Can't say I envy her. They're really tough and demanding on a new slavegirl and she's in for a pretty hard time."
"Yeah. Too bad, but that's life for a slave, so she'll just have to get used to it, won't she."
Had it been able to, Gemma's jaw would have dropped in astonishment as she heard her enslavement and fate discussed so casually and with such scant regard for her feelings or desires, but her thick gag prevented any such displays and she was limited to rolling her eyes and mumbling soft, unintelligible protests as she was taken to the lift and back down to her cell.
a padlock snapped through the ring at the finger end of her single glove and a ring bolt in the wall secured her standing and she gazed despairingly at her three smiling captors.
"You have done very well for us, slavegirl," they told her, "Our percentage of your sale price will be well worth our weeks' training, so we will give you a little advance information about what is going to happen to you now. It may help to save you some punishments if you take it to heart. You have been bought and paid for as a slavegirl and no matter how you feel about that, it is a fact and one you would be well advised to remember. You are not and won't be freed and you will be made to submit and obey, by force if necessary. You are now owned by a group known as The Consortium and they have paid a high price for you. They will expect you to be pleasing in every way and will have no compunction about punishing you if you do not give them exactly what they demand. The best advice to you is to forget what you once were, forget about any rights you may have had, forget about escaping or any silly ideas about resisting. You won't be able to and you'll only make things worse for yourself. So do as you are told, obey immediately and exactly, no matter what and life may not be so bad. Refuse to cooperate....well, you will regret it if you do! Right, now we are going to leave you. The Consortium will soon be here to collect you, so think about what we have told you. Believe us, its the best advice a slavegirl could have and you are a
On her back on the thick carpet beneath the pitiless lights, Gemma's gagged face ran with tears as the terrified brunette tried to understand what had just happened to her.
Surely, it could not be?
It just wasn't possible...was it?
She couldn't be auctioned like a..a piece of furniture, or a painting!
And she hadn't even been able to see who had been bidding!
A hand slapped her right hip and Gemma strained to look down.
There, on her hip, an oblong of yellow paper stuck to her flesh.
A muffled wail of sheer terror, horrified despair leaked past the thick gag in her mouth.
Printed on the paper in large red letters, was a single word.
SOLD!
Gemma shook her head in refusal of the blunt message signified by the paper on her body, but as her ankles were untied and she was hauled unceremoniously to her feet and frog marched from the auction room, she groaned in anguished misery as her trainers laughingly congratulated each other on the successful outcome of their efforts.
"That went really well. Better than I'd hoped."
"Yes. I didn't expect her to fetch more than thirty thousand."
"Forty four is an exceptionally high price. Our commission from Roxwell is going to make my bank manager a very happy man."
"Right. Mine is going on that holiday to America I've been promising myself."
"And it's all thanks to little Gemma here and the cooperative way she climaxed on demand at just the right moment to up the bidding."
"So she's going to The Consortium, then. Can't say I envy her. They're really tough and demanding on a new slavegirl and she's in for a pretty hard time."
"Yeah. Too bad, but that's life for a slave, so she'll just have to get used to it, won't she."
Had it been able to, Gemma's jaw would have dropped in astonishment as she heard her enslavement and fate discussed so casually and with such scant regard for her feelings or desires, but her thick gag prevented any such displays and she was limited to rolling her eyes and mumbling soft, unintelligible protests as she was taken to the lift and back down to her cell.
a padlock snapped through the ring at the finger end of her single glove and a ring bolt in the wall secured her standing and she gazed despairingly at her three smiling captors.
"You have done very well for us, slavegirl," they told her, "Our percentage of your sale price will be well worth our weeks' training, so we will give you a little advance information about what is going to happen to you now. It may help to save you some punishments if you take it to heart. You have been bought and paid for as a slavegirl and no matter how you feel about that, it is a fact and one you would be well advised to remember. You are not and won't be freed and you will be made to submit and obey, by force if necessary. You are now owned by a group known as The Consortium and they have paid a high price for you. They will expect you to be pleasing in every way and will have no compunction about punishing you if you do not give them exactly what they demand. The best advice to you is to forget what you once were, forget about any rights you may have had, forget about escaping or any silly ideas about resisting. You won't be able to and you'll only make things worse for yourself. So do as you are told, obey immediately and exactly, no matter what and life may not be so bad. Refuse to cooperate....well, you will regret it if you do! Right, now we are going to leave you. The Consortium will soon be here to collect you, so think about what we have told you. Believe us, its the best advice a slavegirl could have and you are a
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