PRELUDE

 

Andy snarled as the traffic ahead slowed down. He hated driving on the Interstate during the day-you could never tell what kind of mess you'd get into-but Malcolm's invitation to the County Sheriff had forced him to get on the road early-and he couldn't fault the Producer for it. It's always a good idea to keep the law friendly, he nodded to himself. That's why I made that sweetheart deal with the FBI deputy director...

He sneaked a look at the bus behind him. The girls seemed relaxed enough, none of them raising much of a ruckus, all just staring out at the passing landscape-a landscape they would never again experience freely.

I liked the idea of allowing the slaves to look out through the windows when the Big Guy added it to the mods for this bus, Andy told himself. I just never thought I'd have to drive a load of slaves out to the complex in the middle of the day like this.

He shook his head, watched the road ahead and kept the bus moving as best he could.

It'll be a relief to get them out of here and prepped for the Auction. His thoughts moved ahead a few days. I hope to hell we've got all the invitations out. His eyes went hard. And that we've got security covered properly. He thought of the text message he had received just before setting out on this trip. Can't have any other loose ends...

The bus rolled past a minor fender bender and Andy sighed as traffic began to pick up speed. Hope that's the last delay, he glanced at the mirror, saw his own two slaves kneeling just behind him. I've got a lot to do before the auction starts... He smiled to himself. I remember a lot of stories from the last auction-wonder what this one will be like?

CHAPTER 1 - HEADLIGHTS

 

"Aiiieeeee!" Laura Lee screamed as the bamboo wand swapped down on her right breast. She watched the red stripe appear on the bluish flesh as she panted for breath and fought for control of her pain-filled body. She finally managed to stammer: "O-one!"

"Very good!" Her new master smiled and touched the mark, running a hard thumb over it and savouring the moan of new pain his touch brought. "Very good indeed!" He took a half-step back and raised the wand again. "Let's try the other tit, shall we?"

SWAP!

Laura Lee screamed again, the agony running through her, than: "Two!"

"Excellent!" He leaned in to watch the new mark rise, than raised the wand again. "What's a good number?" He looked at her face, smiled at the fear that her tear-streaming eyes held. "Ten?" He saw her swallow hard. "Maybe twenty?"

"M... master?"

He cocked his head at her, interested in what she'd have to say. "Yes, slave?"

"Wha...what did I do wrong? Why are you punishing me?"

The man laughed-and suddenly brought the wand down, hard, on her right breast a hair's breadth from the first mark. "You haven't done a thing wrong-you haven't had time!" He waited for her to get the pain under control, waited for her to say what she knew she had to say.

"Th... three."

"In fact," he stepped around to one side, running a hand down her long back and cupped her shapely ass. "You're doing quite well." He patted the ass, than stepped back in front of her, raising the wand. "Quite well indeed!"

SWAP!

"AIIIEEEEEE!" Laura's scream was longer, more agonized, but it, like the others, ended with a choked word: "Four..."

"You're the first girl I've ever owned." The man ran a finger down the length of her breast. "I've been very curious to see if it was as much fun as I always thought it would be." He smiled and struck her breast again.

"F...F... Five."

"And right now..."

"Six..."

"It sure is!"

"Se... seven..." Laura was shaking in pain now, tears rolling down her cheeks, a single drop of blood running down the side of her breast.

"One more, I think." The little wand moved again.

"EIGHT!" Laura Lee looked at her new master. "Eight, master!"

"Very good, slave." He stepped forward, ran his hand over her tortured breasts, then turned his attention to her other bonds. "I'm going to take a little nap..." He checked the leather cuffs holding her wrists together, pulled at the straps holding her elbows tight. "And I want to make sure you won't try to take a little walk..."

Laura moaned at the strain in her elbows. Her arms and wrists were held tightly behind her, pulled down and attached to a low post set in the floor. Her new master checked the cuffs holding her legs in place, one on either side of the post. She saw him nod in satisfaction. "I think that'll hold." He grinned as he picked up a new set of straps from the low table. "Now, let's see if we can get those headlights of yours to glow a little brighter!" He passed one strap around the base of her right breast, pulled it tight, looked at her flesh for a second--than pulled it tighter still.

Laura moaned again.

"Now for the other side." A second strap went around her left breast, this one pulled, it seemed to her, even tighter than the other. "I think that'll work..." He took a step back-and shook his head. "One more thing..."

He stroked her breasts, waited for the nipples to rise, then quickly fixed a rubber band around the helpless nub, winding it around and around until it was tight enough to cut off circulation. Smiling, he repeated the operation on her other nipple. "That should do the trick. It'll be fun to see what happens when the blood starts flowing again."

Laura looked down at the skin of her tits, already turning bluish white from the lack of blood. She knew that once the straps came off the pain would be extreme-but she was more concerned about her nipples-the little rubber bands that her new master had wound around them could cause permanent damage. She looked at the smiling man standing before her. Do I dare ask him to remove the rubber bands? She let her head drop as she made her decision. No. He'd just do something worse...

"I think I'll let you rest for a few minutes, slave." He turned toward the thick door at the end of the chamber. "I'll be back when those headlights are really on high!"

Laura watched from beneath her eyelids as her new master shut the door behind him. How did I get here? She asked herself. How did I come to this?

Her mind drifted back...

 

***

 

Laura Lee Medford had enjoyed a very uneventful childhood. She had been born deep in the Midwest farm belt and had grown up on a moderately successful family farm. Her parents grew corn in the fields and raised pigs and goats in the barnyards. Laura had grown up surrounded by animals-animals she was expected to care for. She did what her parents wanted and grew accustomed to the smells and dirt that came with working on the farm.

Her folks were a quiet couple-Laura Lee was their only child and they gave her what attention they could-but the farm always came first. Laura, lacking any other real stimulus, found her way to the dreams projected on the silver screen.

The town's small theatre-seemingly lost in time with only one screen, mono sound and a handful of ancient seats-played anything that it could get inexpensively. Laura grew up with films that would have seemed ancient to anyone in New York or Los Angeles-but were bright, shiny and new to Laura. She watched whatever came in, classic, exploitation, schlock-anything and everything.

When home video became cheap enough for her parents to purchase a cheap player, she got acquainted with Clark Gable and Jimmy Cagney and Bogart-not to mention Tom Hanks, George Clooney and Brad Pitt and their more modern ilk.

She was an outsider in school-a quiet kid who kept to herself and did what she was told by teachers and parents alike. It was a quiet life-until she hit puberty.

It hit her back, hard.

While the other teen-aged girls in the Junior High School sprouted pimples and complained of cramps, Laura developed breasts-breasts that kept swelling and growing until they seemed separate from the rest of her. Boys stopped to watch when she walked past, snickering as her mounds jiggled with every step.

At first it seemed a curse. Clothing was hard to find, bras in her size were expensive. And her back kept aching!

But then she soon found the pleasanter aspects of her newfound sexuality. Boys snickered and turned away to joke with their friends.

Men stared-and kept staring.

A pretty face on top of a pair of breasts that seemed to thrust out for miles just couldn't be ignored-and 14-year old Laura soon found herself deluged with requests for dates-dates with guys in High School and their big brothers.

It was a while before she allowed any of them to touch her-but that came soon enough and Laura found petting quite enjoyable, although she avoided any other form of sexual contact.

Her life might have continued on that course-lots of dates with filled with petting and stolen kisses until she found the right-or wrong-guy and ended up using those gorgeous breasts to nurse a squalling child.

Fortunately, or so it seemed at the time, Laura got a break. She entered a photo contest sponsored by Victoria's Secret. There were doubts about her 'authenticity' coupled with concerns about her tender age but, finally, at age sixteen, Laura Lee found herself modeling undergarments for women who were a little bigger than the norm-and getting paid for it.

Her photo shoots began appearing in magazines and the occasional newspaper-and she began to get mail-and a new level of attention. She made quite a bit of money-every cent of which was put into a college fund by her thrifty and, to Laura's mind, very old-fashioned parents.

It was a good life. She had a comfortable home and a job that she loved-until the day her parents were rear-ended by an in-a-hurry sixteen-year-old in a hard to control SUV.

After the funeral, eighteen-year old Laura Lee Medford sold the family farm, lock, stock, and barrel, emptied her college fund and took the bus for Los Angeles, convinced that a girl with her 'attributes' would have no trouble at all finding a way into the movies...

But instead of the movies, she found herself in another lifestyle...

How long have I been a slave? Time ran slowly for the bound woman. Two weeks? A month? She thought of the 'audition' at the Rehearsal Hall back in Hollywood. I thought that was going to be my big break! A shudder ran through her she glanced down at her quickly-turning-blue breasts.

I thought I was going to be a star!

She had been sure that her time had come when she walked into that Rehearsal Hall-and she continued to feel that way right until the moment that the cuffs had closed around her wrists and she had been forced to climb into that terrible bus. She learned then that big breasts could be painful things-especially for men ready to use whips and clips and weights.

Laura had screamed and begged and cried-and, like the rest of the girls, had finally come to accept that she was what the men said she was.

A slave.

Then came the auction...

After the bouncing horrors of the bus trip back toward civilization and a few days of discipline and training in a series of what seemed to be underground rooms, Laura and what she judged to be the other girls had been tightly blindfolded and led into a large room of some kind. Within a few minutes, the voice of the big man had ordered Laura onto her knees.

She had been quick to obey.

Once on her knees, a small strap had been run from the cuffs on her wrists to the collar around her neck, effectively pinning her hands in the small of her back. Straps had been run around her thighs, pinioning her legs in the kneeling position.

Then the gag had been put into place-one of the largest Laura had yet come in contact with.

Blind, helpless, with drool already dripping off her chin, Laura had been left to think about what was about to happen to her.

Then the first hand touched her.

It caressed her breasts, running warm fingers around her nipples, teasing them upright. Laura moaned as she felt them move-then shrieked into her gag when the warm fingers pinched tightly together, causing pain to run through her entire body...

"Pretty nice." The voice was new, unknown.

"Good looking enough." The big man's voice brought a new shudder to Laura's helpless body. "Nice tits-pretty good with her mouth, too."

"What do you expect her to bring?"

"Not sure." Laura felt the big man's hand touch her, running a possessive hand through her hair. "She's pretty raw-only half-broken..."

"More fun that way."

Laura heard the big man laugh. "Yep, if you've got the time and energy to do it right."

"I think I could manage that."

"Wouldn't be surprised if you could!" The big man's hand left her hair. "I figure she'll go for twenty or twenty-five thousand."

"Kind of high for someone so raw."

"True," another laugh. "But how many times have you seen a set of headlights like that!"

The footprints moved away and Laura was alone again-for a few minutes.

"Look at that!" Laura moaned as a new pair of hands ran down her out-thrust breasts. "Can't remember the last time I saw a set like that!" Laura's moan turned into a groan of pain as fingernails dug into her nipples. "Hey Andy!" Laura didn't hear a reply-but one apparently came. "Can I try some jewellery on this one?"

This time, she heard the answer.

"Nothing too extreme-and if you break it, you buy it!"

"Understood." The fingernails pulled at her right nipple, Laura heard a clinking sound and then...'

"Mmmpppphhhh!" She would have screamed had her mouth not been filled by the gag. She'd had clamps put on her nipples before-not like this one! It seemed to be made of scores of needles, each digging into her most sensitive area.

"That looks pretty good. Now a little weight..."

Laura almost passed out from the pain as her nipple was jerked downward by what must felt like a fifty-pound weight. She sobbed and groaned as the individual before her repeated his actions on her other nipple-than cried as weight pulled at both her breasts. She hung in her bonds, unable to shift, unable to alleviate any of the pressure-any of the pain...

"I think that'll do." She heard the big man's voice through a haze of agony. "Take 'em off now, before we start with the auction."

"I don't know-they look really cool and..."

"She's not yours-and I want them off now!" There was a slight pause and the sound of a big body moving close. "Or would you rather leave?"

Laura almost fainted as the clip was taken off her right breast. She went limp as the one on her left breast was removed.

"That's better." The big body moved away. "And I think we're ready to start."

Laura heard a muttered agreement, but nothing more as the footsteps and voices moved away. Am I going to get sold first? she wondered. Will that man buy me? Put those weights on me again...

But Laura did not go first. She stayed in place, listening to the sounds and comments of the first auction-one of the other girls from the 'filming'. Laura had never found out the girl's name, but she had seen her suffer on the punishment platform-just as Laura herself had.

It was odd hearing men talk about a woman's attributes. Andy first told the bidders the girl's age, height and weight. He then went into measurements and, finally, enumerated the girl's sexual skills.

Will he do that with me? Laura wondered. And if he does, what will he say? Her own sexual experiences were extremely limited-she had never had a man ever-even while bound and helpless in that barn-and her first experience with fellatio had been in that farmhouse in the hills. Not much to say, she realized. Will that affect the price I bring-who I go to?

She hoped it wouldn't be the man with the clamps.

The first girl sold for just over fifteen thousand dollars-a long way from the millions spoken of in movies like 'TAKEN'. I liked that film, Laura realized. Was kind of excited when they showed the blond girl all tied up and ready to be sold...

And then it was her turn. The straps around her thighs were removed and strong hands helped her to her feet. When she was stable, those hands closed on her upper arm and led her forward-out onto the selling floor and up a sort of step.

I'm going to be sold! She realized. Sold like a piece of meat!

Laura kept her head high, her back straight, anxious to avoid any sort of punishment-a lesson she had learned very clearly (and painfully) during her stay in the barn. When the hand holding her stopped, she froze in place. When a soft voice ordered her to turn around-stick out her ass--she did precisely as she was told.

"As you can see," the big man's voice came from right beside her. "This one has had a bit of training and is rough broken." His hand touched her hair and that soft voice came again: "Kneel, slave."

Laura dropped to her knees, doing her best to stay upright and straight.

"She's young, only just turned nineteen... five feet seven inches tall and one hundred fourteen pounds..."

"How big is she?" The voice came from the audience-from the man with the clamps. Laura felt her body shudder, knew that goose bumps were forming.

"She measures, as near as I can tell, forty-one inches-all real, no enhancements, no surgery."

Laura heard a surprised intake of breath somewhere in the crowd.

"And when we got her, she was a virgin."

More sounds-and a smattering of whispers.

"She's had some initial training in oral sex, but has not, as yet, lost her cherry."

More whispers.

"Now, what am I bid?"

Laura was shocked when the bidding started at only ten thousand dollars. I thought virgins were worth extra! Laura heard the price go to eleven, than twelve. I'm worth more than that! Unconsciously, she arched her back, thrust her breasts out even more. A lot more!

She heard laughter from the crowd as she moved-knew that the men had seen the action, interpreted it as what it was-a shout for attention. Damn them! She began to cry under the blindfold. They're laughing at me even when I try to make myself more attractive!

The bidding continued. A hard voice, the man with the clamps! Took it to fourteen thousand, then sixteen...

There was a long pause.

Please! Laura moved again, sucked in her belly, leaned a little forward. Please!

A new voice went to eighteen thousand. Clamp man went to nineteen...

Another pause.

Finally, the newer voice came once more: "Twenty thousand."

The crowd was suddenly silent.

"I have twenty thousand." The big man's voice was just behind Laura. "Twenty once..."

Please! She held her pose. Please, please, please!

"Twenty twice!"

Laura held her breath.

"Sold for twenty thousand!"

A mutter of voices came from the crowd as that same hard hand closed on Laura's arm, helping her to her feet.

I've been sold! She walked along in a daze. Sold!

Then a new hand touched her-and she felt herself tingle.

Sold to him!