"Masters, where are you taking me? What's happening?"
"Be silent, slavegirl or it will be the worse for you. You would be well advised to obey the rules you have been taught, Masters are not always as lenient as we have been."
Her curiosity unsatisfied, Gemma was smart enough to recognise that any further speech on her part would be most unwise and subsided into a sulky silence.
The lift door sighed open to reveal another corridor, but carpeted this time and Gemma walked forward as the grip on her elbows tightened. Past two plain wooden doors on each side, then through a third on the left.
The room they entered was about twenty feet square and completely bare except for a thick carpet into which Gemma's bare feet sank luxuriously.
There was no one there and Gemma's brow wrinkled in puzzlement.
"On your knees, slavegirl. Ankles crossed," the order came from the man and as soon as Gemma obeyed a buckled strap drew taut, preventing her from rising and arching her slightly backwards as it was clipped to the ring at the finger end of her single glove.
A sound from above made her arch her head to stare upwards, but as she did so, three brilliant spotlights clicked on, dazzling her and starkly illuminating her bound nudity.
Dazzling Gemma, but not before she had seen a sort of minstrel's gallery projecting from the far wall about fifteen feet above the floor where she stood. A gallery where shadowy figures sat staring down.
At her!
Gemma screamed wildly, her eyes vainly trying to penetrate the brilliant glare of the lights, her mind stunned by the realisation that there were people up there! People watching her! People who could see every naked curve of her helpless body! Her bondage!
She wrenched madly at her bound limbs, her screams of terror and outrage and fury echoing from the high ceiling as she fought to cover herself from the eyes she knew were there.
Gemma froze in stunned disbelief as a disembodied voice spoke from above her dark head.
"Thank you all for attending this slave auction, ladies and gentlemen. As you can see, we offer a fine young female on this occasion. She is, of course, not yet fully trained, but I am quite sure that all of you are perfectly capable of supplying the necessary instruction."
A ripple of appreciative laughter from the watching audience broke the spell which held Gemma paralysed in its thrall.
"No! she screamed, "No! No.o.o.o.!"
From behind Gemma's agonised, uptilted head, a hand holding a massive leather gag appeared and Gemma's protests died in a gurgling splutter as it was forced cruelly between her jaws and deep into her mouth, then buckled tightly behind her neck. Silenced, she could only whimper in horror as the calm voice of the auctioneer resumed.
"A fine pair of lungs, too, "he quipped, As you might expect from such a lovely chest. Now then, ladies and gentlemen, to the business of the evening. What am I bid for this slave-to-be? She has never felt the whip, as yet and as you have seen, she has much to learn. This is a rare opportunity, my friends. A brand new, untrained slavegirl. One who will only know the discipline which you choose to impose upon her as you bend her to your will. Shall we begin the bidding with fifteen thousand? Thank you madam. Thank you, sir. Seventeen thousand. Twenty thousand. Twenty five thousand. Thank you ma'am. Thirty thousand. Only thirty? Come, my friends, think of it. Think of the pleasure to be had. She will make a superb slave. Look at those breasts! That bottom, just begging for the touch of a whip! You could be the first to lay your whip there. The first to stripe it with your crop. And responsive too. You down there, show the ladies and gentlemen how she reacts."
Gemma shrieked with anguish as she heard the order, but was held cruelly exposed in her bonds as hands darted down over her shoulders and fastened on her tensioned breasts, stroking and rubbing and squeezing her defenceless nipples until the crinkled flesh of her twin buds grew stiff and erect, throbbing unmercifully as she wept and sobbed and threw her head from side to side in desperate and utterly futile efforts to free herself and flee from the ruthless stimulation and the shameful exhibition of her enforced need.
Totally at the mercy of her captors and before the prying eyes of the watchers above her, Gemma's tightly bound body shuddered galvanically as she was laid on her back and her yawning, pink-lipped sex exposed to the watching eyes and probing fingers of her trainers. Unable to help herself, Gemma was forced to orgasm and as her belly contracted with incredible power and she screamed in overwhelming anguish into her gag, the unseen auctioneer resumed his sales pitch!
"A most impressive demonstration I am sure you will agree, ladies and gentlemen. And from a slavegirl who is untrained. Think how much more may be 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 f
orget 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 slavegirl. Your body already responds like one and it is only a matter of time until your mind surrenders to the inevitable."
The three trainers nodded as one, their faces serious as Gemma's fate was outlined to her, then they turned and the heavy iron door closed firmly behind them.
Alone and securely tethered, Gemma's brain raced as she reviewed the unwelcome news given to her. She now belonged, if that was the right word, to a group of people known as The Consortium. a group of people she didn't even know! People who, impossible though it seemed, intended to keep her as their slavegirl and treat her as the helpless subject of their sexual fantasies and erotic desires!
An icy lump of sheer stark terror rose in Gemma's throat and she tugged and heaved at her leather clamped arms, desperate to escape the awful prospect of becoming the plaything of an unknown number of bondage enthusiasts, all intent on her submission!
Iron and leather mocked her frantic exertions and Gemma wept big hot tears as she was forced to accept that she could not escape and would simply have to wait to see what her new owners, The Consortium, intended to do with her.
Bolts rattled back at the door to her cell and as it swung open, Gemma, already knowing that she was doomed to failure, threw all of her small strength into one final battle against her bonds. To no avail and she shrank back against the brick wall as a tall figure strode into the room.
Roxwell, his eyes glittering feverishly and his thin lips curled in a predatory leer!
"So, my dear Gemma," he hissed, "We meet again, as I promised," and his shoulders shook with silent laughter as his eyes devoured the taut thrusts of her naked breasts and the sweet curves of her belly and hips.
"I have been looking forward to this," he went on, "And now that you have been purchased by The Consortium, I intend to see much more of you, my dear. You see, I am a member of the group and my friends and I can hardly wait to..ah..initiate you into your new duties. As a full bondage slave, dedicated to serving your Masters and Mistresses in any way we choose."
Gemma's wide eyes and trembling body made his cruel grin grow broader and he nodded gleefully as she realised the full extent of her hopeless predicament.
"Mm, not only have I made a very healthy profit from your sale, my dear, but I shall still have the pleasure of seeing you kneel in humble submission before me and beg to be taken by your Master. Oh yes, I shall enjoy using your body, slavegirl and I shall enjoy seeing you serving my friends. A definite case of eating one's cake and having it, too, wouldn't you say?" and his evil chuckle sent a cold shiver through the helpless brunette.
As if on cue, feet clattered down the corridor and Gemma squealed in shock and fear as a number of men and women walked into her cell, their hard smiles and coldly gleaming eyes drinking in her anguished horror and shamefully vulnerable nudity as they inspected their latest, and very expensive acquisition.
The Consortium!
Indifferent to Gemma's screams and moans, two men seized her legs and held her as a woman crouched down, took two shining steel rings from a small case, hinged them open and then closed them around Gemma's slim ankles, a sharp double click confirming that internal locking devices had functioned correctly.
Staring down in numbed fascination past the heads of the two men holding her legs, Gemma gaped at the gleaming metal locked around her ankles, each seamless band with two smaller rings dangling from opposite sides. It took no great mental powers on Gemma's part to guess what these were for, but the stunning reality was made brutally clear as a second woman came forward with a long steel bar in her hands and the men exerted their superior strength to spread Gemma's legs wide, against every furious resistance the horrified brunette could put up.
Clips at the ends of the bar snapped into the rings on Gema's ankle cuffs and the men released their grip and stood back as she fought madly to close her gaping thighs.
Beads of sweat sprang out on her struggling body, but the fight was hopeless and at last, Gemma grew still, her brain reeling as eyes bulging in the knowledge that she was no match for her bonds or for the Masters and Mistresses who had bound her so thoroughly and in such a defenceless posture.
She dared not raise her eyes, for she knew how utterly helpless she was and that every part of her body lay open and available to her watchers and feared that any movement might trigger the devastating assault she knew must come.
"The Consortium will now take possession of its slave," the voice was calm, deep and unknown to Gemma and it sent a thrill of delicious fear and instant arousal racing through her. She was bound inescapably, incapable of any form of resistance and at the mercy of a large group of dominant men and women! There was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent or even delay the torment they meant to inflict upon her. She was the slave and they her Masters. She must, would be forced, to endure whatever they chose to do and she gasped into her gag as her breasts quivered and her groin moistened with anticipation.
She threw her head back in delirious impotence as fingers captured her nipples, roamed over her belly and ribs, explored between her gaping thighs and delved into the crack between her buttocks, rolling, squeezing, caressing her twitching flesh, penetrating the recesses of her heated sex and bringing a shocked gasp from her nostrils as even the tight ring of her anal passage was breached by an inquisitive finger, until her whole body melted into a roaring sea of flame and lust and overwhelming arousal and she screamed in whimpered and pleaded to be allowed to climax.
With her eyes screwed tightly shut and her slight frame juddering frenziedly to the shattering torment Gemma was not permitted even the briefest moment of rest and spiralled higher and higher into one pulverising climax after another, her body running with sweat and her sex and belly and thighs spattered with the shiny silver droplets of her submissions as she was forced to respond again and again to the merciless demands of her owners and Masters.
Squealing for a mercy she was not shown, Gemma hurtled headlong into yet another orgasm as stinging hands cracked across her gyrating buttocks, adding searing heat to the unbearable stimulation of every pleasure centre of her writhing body and wringing further spasms from her as she surrendered fully to the needs forced upon her.
Exhausted and devastated, utterly subjugated by her Masters, Gemma fell to her knees, her arms angled high behind her and her forehead resting on the floor, her belly still pulsing explosively, as she was finally allowed to rest. All around her voices, some excited, some amused and some calm and dispassionate, discussed her performance and submissions and the shuddering brunette wept and sobbed into her gag as she heard Roxwell explain to other members of The Consortium, details of the business deal which had delivered her into their power. Cruel laughter greeted his explanation and Gemma moaned in black despair, knowing that none of his listeners felt even a twinge of pity for her terrible situation and that any hopes she might have had for mercy would not be realised.
The Consortium held her in its iron grip and Gemma was coldly certain that its members would be satisfied with nothing less than her absolute obedience and submission to their will.
The orgasms forced upon her and which still burned brightly in her belly were only a foretaste of what was to come and as Gemma faced her uncertain future of strict bondage and ruthlessly enforced sexual servitude, she could not deny the flaring heat of arousal which rippled through her body as she visualised the many ways in which she, as a helpless slavegirl, might be made to serve both male and female Masters.
Masters who had both the power and the inclinat
ion to compel her to act out their wildest fantasies, no matter how outrageous or shameful.
Gemma's speculations ended as she felt cool fingers begin to undo the buckled straps holding her single glove. She lifted her head, then squealed in sudden agony as a crop burned a thin line of red heat across her right thigh and a harsh voice ordered, "Keep your head lowered, slavegirl! You were not given permission to move."
Her thigh throbbed with heat, but she knew better than to disobey and thrust her head back down, biting hard on her gag lest any sound she might make be interpreted as a protest and earn her another cruel punishment.
The straps came free and the hands moved to the laces of her single glove, loosening their implacable grip on her arms until the leather could be peeled from her flesh.
Numbed after their long confinement, Gemma's arms had no strength in them and she could not have resisted even if she had dared to try as her wrists were gripped and pulled in front of her.
"Watch, slavegirl, as our steel binds you."
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