Ch 326: The auction

Allie got out of her shower, feeling ready for the start of an interesting week-end. She didn't know what her master had planned, but he told her she needed to be able to spend her whole week-end connected. She really looked forward to it.

Once dried, she changed into black sport bras and spats, took her headset, and sat for a minute, smiling in anticipation.

Her online master was handsome (at least, his avatar was) and seemed to know just what buttons to push to get her in a submissive mood. She really had come to look forward to her times with him. Even the last time when he involved another of his submissives.

Allie had never considered herself bisexual before, but back then, she had been in the mood to do anything to please him, and it hadn't actually felt unpleasant to be kissed and pushed down by the other girl. Although maybe, it was because her master had made sure she was very horny by that point.

It had been a bit of a disappointment to learn that she wasn't his only one, but that was something she was willing to tolerate, for him.

Allie was about to "play" another session of Chains of Lust, when someone rang.

Cursing under her breath, and hastily putting on a robe, she walked to the door and looked at the screen connected to the doorbell camera. Two people were standing in front of the door, a man and a woman, both wearing gray work uniforms she didn't recognize.

"Who is it?" asked Allie.

"Hello. We're here to deliver a new washing machine. It had been paid for by your landlord." said the woman.

Allie nodded with satisfaction. She had complained for months to the landlord that the washing machine was increasingly quirky, and was starting to do a poor job.

This delivery would likely make her late for her meeting with her master, and he would punish her, but at least, it was for a good reason.

Allie smiled as she opened the door.

"Please enter. The landlord must have been tired of my nagging."

"I'm sure." smiled the woman, and Allie was struck by how beautiful the woman was, with her long black hair, aquamarine eyes, and Asian features.

"We won't impose on you for too long, miss Love." nodded the man. He was handsome, too, and also had Asian features. "We should be done in about ten minutes."

The two technicians maneuvered a huge box with a trolley.

"Please follow me." said Allie after she closed the door. "The old dishwasher is here. Will you need help to remove it?"

"Thank you, but it won't be necessary." nodded the young women. She smiled brightly at Allie, and for an instant, Allie froze, her heart skipping a beat.

By the time she noticed that the man had set the trolley aside and moved just behind her, it was too late. He hugged her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides.

"What? What are you… arghhh!!" exclaimed Allie, shocked.

The female technician gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth wide open, and shoved something big and black inside. Allie didn't have time to get a good look at it, but her mouth was stuff, and there was a leather panel pressing against her lips. The woman fastened the ends of two straps together behind her head, pressing the leather panel firmly against her lips and cheeks, and in a growing panic, Allie saw her pick a padlock from a pocket, and close it on the buckle behind her head.

"G….!!!"

"F…..!!!"

Allie screamed, but was confused as her scream stopped the instant it began.

"Surprised? This gag had an integrated speaker inside, and is actively noise-cancelling your screams." said the woman before looking at the man behind Allie. "You can let go of her, it's too late for her to resist anyway."

The man nodded and stepped back, and Allie immediately put her hands behind her neck, finding the lock.

"M….!!!" screamed Allie, tugging on the straps as if they would tear simply because she wished them to.

"You will be coming with us, Miss Love. You do not have a choice. Trying to resist will only end up in you getting a few bruises." warned the man as he opened the washing machine crate, both of the top and front panels opening. Allie's heart sank as she saw that the inside didn't have a washing machine. The crate's wall were well padded, and there was a metallic frame inside, with many black leather belts fixed on it.

Allie frantically looked at the two kidnappers, at the drawer in her kitchen where she had her kitchen knives, at the door. And dashed toward the kitchen's drawer, but the man caught her before she made more than two steps. He ignored her struggles as she led her to her sofa and pinned her there.

Allie's wrists were caught and forcibly brought behind her back, and the woman closed handcuffs on them.

"We wanted you to strip by yourself, but since you do not want to cooperate, we'll to it for you." said the woman.

Allie renewed her struggles as she understood she was about to be raped, but to no avail. The two kidnappers handled her easily as they removed her robe, then the sport bra and spats.

"You were about to play Chains of Lust, right?" asked the woman, and she chuckled as Allie froze.

"Your digital security is pitiful, I must say. It wasn't hard to gain access to your computer, and learn more about you. You may think that you were a random choice, but there wasn't anything random about it. We know about the kind of websites you visit, the SM-themed stories you read. The toys you bought from online sex shops."

"And we know you have a preference for stories where women are kidnapped and enslaved against their will. Well, you're in luck, you'll get to live those fantasies."

"F…..!!!" denied Allie, hoping this was just a bad practical joke from one of her friends. She had those fantasies, that was true. But that didn't mean she wanted this!

And she knew this was real. None of her friends knew about her preferences. And none of them would be stupid enough to pull a prank like this.

The two kidnappers forced her to sit inside the crate and started fastening the straps, pinning her body against the metal frame. She was forced to cross her legs, and more straps made sure they would remain so.

"Ah, we almost forgot something." said the woman, and Allie's eyes bulged as she saw her take a small vibrator from another pocket. The woman crouched in front of Allie, and her hand reached between her legs.

"As expected of a naughty girl, you're already getting wet." smiled the woman.

"N…!!!" desperately denied Allie as she shook her head.

But it was true, her body was betraying her. The vibrator went in with little opposition, already vibrating.

"This will give you something to focus on during your transport, so you won't get too bored. And we will put a hood on you. The hood isn't necessary, to be honest, once the crate is closed, but it will help put you in a proper mindset. You are now a slave, Allie. What you hear, what you see, what you wear, is not for you to decide anymore.

A black leather hood was slipped over her head by the man, plunging her in darkness, and Allie felt the woman's hands on her face, adjusting the hood and the nose holes, while the man did the laces.

The woman spoke again. The leather hood muffled her words, but the deliberately spoke louder to compensate.

"Tonight, another team will enter your home to sanitize everything. They will erase any fingerprints, empty the apartment, and make it seem like you found a good job in another state. Your landlord will receive your rent for the rest of your lease, and your banking details to give you back the deposit. Your boss will receive your resignation letter."

"Everyone will believe you moved by yourself, but when they eventually try to follow your trail, hopefully in several weeks, they won't find anything. The cops will eventually link your disappearance with the delivery truck, but we use false identification plates, and no cameras saw our faces."

As she realized how well prepared the kidnappers were, and that she couldn't hope for a timely rescue, Allie felt like crying, but she refused to shed any tear. She would not break, and would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her tears. Instead, she focused on testing her bonds, trying to find any way to free herself.

She felt the crate being closed, and tilted backward as it was put on the trolley.

"G….!!!" screamed Allie the instant she felt the trolley cross the frame of her main door, hoping someone would hear.

In less than a minute, the crate she was in was in the back of a truck, and she felt it move underway.

Allie tried to memorize the accelerations and turns to get an idea of her location, trying to count seconds between each, between the darkness and the distracting vibrator, she quickly lost count.

…

She didn't know how long she spent in that crate. All she knew was that, by the time the truck drove over a dirt road for some time and finally stopped, and the crate was moved out of the truck, Allie had gotten two orgasms and felt sweaty and exhausted.

The crate was moved, then stopped, and Allie felt a of fresh air as it was opened. Several pairs of hands, more than two, removed her bonds and forced her to stand, only to replace them with soft, black leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. The hood as unlaced and removed, and as Allie was blinking repeatedly to get used to the light, a young woman she had never seen, dressed in a red leather bustier and black leather pants, wrapped a wide black leather collar around her neck and locked it with a padlock.

Another removed the vibrator from her slippery folds, but thankfully, didn't make any comment.

The back of the room she was in was divided by a series of thick steel bars, and three other women were already held in captivity, their arms bound behind their backs, padlocked black leather cuffs locking their ankles close to each other, and black leather collars linked by shorts chains to bolts on the wall.

"I am going to remove your gag to avoid long-term damage to your ligaments." said the woman who had just collared her. "You can speak to the other slaves, but do not bother screaming. There isn't anyone close enough to hear aside from us, and we will punish you if you bother us."

Allie stared daggers at the slaver, but also nodded reluctantly. The presence of three other captives was proof that this was a well-organized operation, and they wouldn't leave them ungagged if they had a chance to be heard.

The gag was removed, and Allie was led inside the cell, where she had to set near a strikingly beautiful redhead with green eyes. A chain was locked to her collar, and to a solid bolt, and the slaver locked the cell's door. While the others left the room, locking the door behind them, the woman in bustier and pants remained behind, taking a seat near the door and watching them quietly.

"A washing machine box?" asked the redhead with a raised eyebrow. "Is that how they got into your house?"

"Yes." sighed Allie, glancing at the slaver, but she didn't seem to want to stop them from speaking. "I sent complaints about my own machine to my landlord, and they learned about it by spying on my computer, it seems, so when they mentioned him, I let my guard down. I'm Allison, but call me Allie."

"Alcey." nodded the redhead, sending another glare at the woman by the door. "They ambushed me in a parking when I was about to enter my car. One second, I was alone, and the next, I was tasered. When I recovered, I was already tied up in a van."

"I'm Claire." said the girl on Alcey's other side. She had brown eyes and black hair, and a dark skin revealing a mixed heritage. "They must have entered my home at night. I suppose they sedated me while I was sleeping, because I woke up already there, naked and bound."

"Anastasia, but call me Stacey." sighed the last girl. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and amber eyes. Allie, with her own chestnut brown eyes and black hair stopping just past her shoulders, was also very attractive, but at this moment, she cursed her looks, thinking that she wouldn't have been targeted if she had been more plain-looking.

"They kidnapped me yesterday. I got a bit tipsy in a night club, and I do not remember clearly what happened. I woke up gagged and trussed up in a car trunk, and they brought me here. But I at least got a glimpse of what's outside, which is more than what you can say, I guess, since you came In a box. We're on a farm, and it's only empty fields all around us."

"Nice to meet you all." nodded Allie. "Although the circumstances are… not great. How do we get out of this mess?"

"Nice to meet you, even if it's only for a short little while." nodded Stacey with a gloomy expression. "I heard them talk to each other. They are selling us to an auction this afternoon. We'll be shipped off before the sun goes down."

"Crap." sighed Allie. She wasn't really surprised. She did read many erotic stories, and a few featured slaves being sold off. It also made sense that this organization wouldn't want to remain with its 'inventory' any longer that it would have to.

"It depends on your future Master's or Mistress's preferences." said the woman standing guard by the door. "Most prefer to train their slaves themselves, and we send the slaves to them right away. Others want them broken and properly trained before they are shipped off, and we provide that service as well."

"You evil bitch." said Alcey in a voice that was all the more threatening because she didn't raise it, and spoke as if she simply stated events that already happened. "You just wait until I get out of these. The things I will do to you will be the stuff of urban legends. You should pray that the cops get you first."

"…I hope you are one of those remaining behind for training." smirked the woman, unfazed. "I will volunteer myself to be your head trainer. The other three are already submissive sluts, but you, you like to be on top. Breaking you will be such a joy."

Alcey sniffed disdainfully, somehow managing to make Allie forget the redhead was naked and collared. Alcey seemed to project dominance even in those circumstances.

Allie carefully observed the guard. She had a radio on her belt and would be able to call for reinforcements in seconds. And Allie didn't see a key to the locked door.

Unless it was in one of her pockets, even assuming that Allie and her companions of misfortune somehow broke free of their bonds, got out of the locked cell, and overpowered that woman, they might not necessarily be able to leave the room.

"How about you help us?" suggested Allie. "You must know that it's only a matter of time before one of your 'customers' get asked a few routine questions by some of Lilith's agents. Once they learn about this human trafficking ring, they will quickly unravel it, and you won't be able to escape. If you help us escape, you'll have extenuating circumstances."

"Do you think we're stupid, girl? We do not accept anyone who has a public role as a customer. They won't be asked those questions because they do not have any influence in politics. They are just wealthy people who know how to be discrete about their possessions. We've been at it for years, long before Noah came around, and we're still operating under the radar."

"You won't escape judgement after you die, though." insisted Allie. "No one can escape a bad Karma."

"I'll deal with it when I get there. It is decades away, while the money is now." shrugged the woman.

Allie shook her head at the woman's shortsightedness.

"It was worth trying." muttered Claire with a nod to Allie.

Allie nodded, moving her wrists to see if she had a chance to slip out of them, wondering if even trying was a good idea. She would still be unable to fight with the short chain keeping her ankles close to each other, and would be punished, maybe with stricter bonds.

For a few more minutes, Allie and the other captives talked in a low voice, with the guard only watching quietly. Then, they stopped as they heard the sounds of a key being inserted and turned.

Four more women entered the room, holding the handles of a long, heavy bag made of thick black leather.

They set it on the ground, and worked the heavy zipper open. Inside was a tall, naked girl, wearing a black latex hood obscuring her features, but Allie could see some brown hair escaping the hood.

The slavers kept a firm hold on the woman's arms as they were pulled out of the bag's inner sleeves and bound her just like Alcey and the others before removing the hood and collaring her. They removed a vibrator from within her as well, making her blush intensely and whimper.

The slavers gave her the same warnings they gave Allie before removing her gag, and in less than a minute, she was sitting on Allie's left, chained to the wall like them.

"Hi. I'm Allie. Welcome to hell." said Allie with a sad smile.

"…Thanks, I guess." replied the woman after a few seconds. "I'm Nina."

The other girls introduced themselves.

"So, how did they get you?" asked Alcey.

"…They tricked me." admitted Nina, her face flush with embarrassment and shame. "I… met a mistress, inside that… you know, that game…"

Allie and the others all nodded in sympathy.

"She convinced me to meet in real life, and she invited me to her home… she wanted me to try one of her sleeping bags. I was curious and wanted to experience what it was like, so I agreed. When I was trussed up, more of them entered the room. They gagged me and told me I was now a slave, and put that hood on me and closed the bag completely… Then they transported me to this place, wherever that is."

"We're on an isolated farm." sighed Stacey. "Not for long, though. We're being auctioned off today."

"…I see." sighed Nina.

"Hey, you. Why are there so many women in your organization?" asked Alcey to the guard.

"…There were more men before, but most got eliminated because they tasted the merchandise too much." shrugged the woman. "Virgins sell for more, and customers in general do not like to receive their new toys still filled with another man's cum. When we girls want to have our fun, we can just clean up easily, and the customers do not mind nearly as much."

Allie's face wrinkled in disgust and a bit of fear at the thought that she might be raped still before the end of the day.

Shortly after, the door opened again, and five women entered, all dressed in full leather outfits.

"Have they behaved themselves?" asked one of them, a woman with long black hair in a ponytail.

"Well enough." nodded the one who had guarded them.

"Good." replied the apparent leader as she turned toward Allie and the others.

"Listen well, slaves. We are going to take you out one by one and get you all pretty for the auction. You will also have the opportunity for a bathroom break, and I suggest you use it. It is in your best interest to cooperate. Slaves who sell for higher prices tend to be valued more by their Masters or Mistresses and are generally treated better, while slaves showing up with bruises attract sadists who love nothing more than slaves who give them excuses for punishing them."

"So, if you girls think, rightfully so, that being a sexy maid in a Russian dacha or a harem girl in the Middle-East is better than being one more piece of meat in a SM brothel or in a sadist's dungeon, you will do your very best to appeal to the customers when in front of the cameras. Understood?"

Allie gulped as she nodded. The others nodded reluctantly, and the woman smiled.

"Good. You will sell for more if you go along with the auction, and that makes me happy."

She nodded to some of the other women, and they entered the cell, taking Claire and Stacey with them. 15 minutes later, they returned, taking Alcey, Allie and Nina.

Allie was held by two women keeping a firm hold of her arms, and led to a small room where another woman waited.

"Don't move, I'll apply a bit of make-up." said the woman, already reaching for her kit.

Allie nodded as she searched with her eyes for anything that might be useful to help her escape.

But who was she kidding? She was still held by the other two and bound securely. Even if she found something like a metal pin, she wouldn't be able to take it.

"Your eyes aren't puffy, it's good." nodded the woman who applied makeup.

"Crying won't get me out of here." replied Allie.

"No, it won't."

After a few minutes, the woman nodded, satisfied, and Allie was led to another room. Claire and Alcey were there, each escorted by two leather-clad women.

"Stacey is being auctioned." said Alcey with a flat voice, and Allie winced.

"I already told this slave." said one of the slavers while designating Claire. "But I'll repeat for you two. Before long, you will be brought before several cameras. You will be asked to adopt a few poses, in front, to the side, show your teeth, and so on. Try to smile, and arc you back slightly to make your breasts look bigger. You won't need to say anything about yourselves. The customers already have your files."

Allie nodded gloomily. At this moment, the collar around her neck felt like it was weighting a ton.

After a few minutes, another woman entered, gestured toward Claire, and the guards marched her away. Claire sent them a last panicked gaze before she was gone, and Allie felt sick, wondering if she would ever see her again.

A few minutes later, they came for Alcey. She glared at them, nodded to Allie, and left with dignified steps.

Nina had joined her, and she looked like she was about to hyperventilate.

Allie wanted to reassure her but couldn't find the words. What could she tell her? That things would go well? That she would surely find a good mistress who wouldn't be too sadistic? Allie couldn't guarantee any of that, and they both knew it.

The door opened again, and all Allie could say was a "Be brave." to Nina before she was led away.

The slavers led her to another room where she was made to stand in front of a camera, a white sheet spread behind her as a background. She stood or moved as instructed, showed her teeth, but try as she might, she couldn't bring herself to smile.

When the slavers were satisfied, they led her to a bathroom.

"Bathroom break." announced one of the slavers. "I suggest you use it, you won't have another opportunity for at least eight hours."

Allie sighed as she realized that her captors didn't intend to leave her any privacy, and let herself go. When she was done, they cleaned her and led her outside and to the barn. Five white vans were parked inside, but Allie's attention was on the five wooden crates, open and ready to receive their unwilling cargo.

Allie saw Stacey, now wearing… a black diving suit?

"It's for thermal insulation." said one of the slavers holding her, noticing her confusion. "We don't want you to catch a cold during transportation."

The slavers stretched a black rubber hood over Stacey's head. It had holes for her mouth, nostrils, and eyes, but the buckles affixed to it were ready to attach a blindfold and a gag on the hood. They also made her wear diving gloves and booties.

Alcey was there, too, and the slavers were making her wear a black rubber bodysuit. As soon as they were done, the slavers reached for the diving suit, and Allie understood that Stacey must be wearing a rubber one under the diving suit as well.

As would she.

She shivered as one of the leather-clad women started spreading lubricant on her body, while another came near with a basket holding the suits meant for her.

She had only worn latex within Chains of Lust before, even if she had spent quite a bit of time admiring latex outfits on various online stores.

A the slavers worked the bodysuit on her body, part of her marveled that the feeling of the real thing was rendered with such accuracy within the game.

Allie realized she was starting to disassociate and shook her head to try to focus. Taking refuge in her own head would not help her find a way to escape.

She was still taken by surprise when the crotch zipper was opened, and another vibrator inserted inside her.

"…For the transport?" sheepishly asked Allie.

"Good, you're learning already." chuckled the woman as she closed the zipper.

The suit was closed around her, and they started putting the black diving suit on her. The second, much thicker neoprene layer didn't compress her body like the rubber bodysuit was, but still contributed to make her feel like she was wearing clothes several sizes too small.

The slavers put another rubber hood on her, as well as diving booties and gloves. Then they started actually binding her.

They slipped a black leather armbinder up her arms, securing her arms behind her back, and a legbinder around her legs.

There was no give at all once they were done securing the straps and padlocking them closed. Allie wasn't going anywhere.

"Those two will go into the same crate." said the woman with the long ponytail, pointing a finger at Allie, then Nina who was in the process of being dressed in another rubber bodysuit. "They have been bought by the same customer."

"Who?" asked Allie while she still could.

"A Russian Oligarch who recently retired from politics, for… reasons. You'll understand if I do not say his name. The weather will be a bit cold, but then again, I don't think you'll have many opportunities to be outside." chuckled the woman.

Allie glanced at Nina. She supposed that it was a good thing that she wasn't alone, at least. They would be able to support each other. Maybe.

When Nina was suited and bound, the slavers fastened blindfolds and rubber mouthpieces to both her hood and Nina's.

Two of the slavers lifted Allie, and she was put inside the crate, laying to the side. She was forced to fold her legs as the crate wasn't huge, and she needed to leave some room for Nina.

She couldn't see, but she felt Nina being deposited inside the crate as well. Their captors had an idea, and she felt some rope being threaded around her waist and between her legs, then pulled taught. Allie grunted as she felt herself being secured against Nina, their waists firmly pressed together. More rope was threaded around her torso, making them press their breasts against each other as well, and Allie heard Nina whimper.

The slavers chuckled as they closed the lid of the crate, and Allie's vibrator came to life.

So did Nina's. Allie was pressed so firmly against her companion of misfortune that she could feel the vibration Nina's vibrator, adding to her own.

She could feel the crate being loaded into one of the vans, and after a few minutes, they were on their way. Without a doubt, towards an airport, where they would be loaded on a plane leaving for Russia.

Nina moved against her, and Allie grunted softly. The vibrator, the latex, the bondage, Nina's hot body pressed against her… everything conspired to make her increasingly horny, and for a short while, Allie forgot about her predicament. Forgot about the kidnapping, and the uncertain future.

She quickly reached an orgasm, and as she panted, Allie wondered how many she would get by the time the crate was opened again.