Bound And Sold: Sex Slave Auction 1

by Bellucci, Bree

  She brought both hands to rent upon him, her small fingers and palms working their way up his chest. She tweaked his nipples playfully, and he bit at the air as if to bite her head off. He was a joker even when they fooled around, and Addison wouldn’t have it any other way. She’d much rather prefer a light-hearted love maker to some intense, poetic fraud who was really just being self-indulgent. No, Charlie was the best. He connected with Addison when they were together like this, never once just going through the motions, and she appreciated it greatly.

  She quickly undid the fly of his pants in one motion. She was nothing if not experienced in getting Charlie’s pants off. With painstaking slowness, she slid Charlie’s zipper down, pulled his fly apart. His erection nearly burst through the new opening, standing at attention, as if Addison could ignore it. With glee, Addison tugged down the front of Charlie’s jeans and briefs, and said hello to her good old friend. Charlie’s cock was rock hard beneath her, and they groaned in unison as Addison wrapped her delicate fingers around its width. Some girls found hand jobs to be passe, but Addison loved them.

  Addison worked her hand up and down the length of Charlie’s shaft, bearing down with just the right amount of pressure. Charlie arched his back as pangs of pleasure burst through his body. A loud groan escaped his throat and Addison giggled at its intensity. She loved how unabashedly Charlie expressed his delight in her touch. If he was only doing it to encourage her, she had to hand it to him that that was a pretty excellent strategy. She brought her spare hand to his dick, wrapping both sets of fingers around his hefty cock.

  She pumped her hands along the length of Charlie’s dick, watching his face contort with pleasure. His features hardened into the silent scream that they always took on when they really started to get into it. Addison let a hand stray toward his balls, and cupped them gently as she continued to work his cock. He gasped as her fingers tickled the extra-sensitive skin, and she let her thumb glance across the glans. She could tell that he was ready to cum on the spot, but wouldn’t just yet. Charlie and his admirable self control, as ever.

  “I know what you’re holding out for,” Addison said slyly. Charlie tried to feign an innocent expression, but couldn’t do much when she was touching him so exquisitely. Without pausing in her efforts, Addison adjusted herself on the narrow backseat, always a delicate maneuver. As practiced as they were at fucking just about anywhere, there were still some operations that took more care than others. Addison slid into the bottom of the back seat, among discarded fast food wrappers and cigarette butts, and pulled Charlie up to sitting before her. His cock stood out, pleading with her, and she was happy to give it some relief.

  Addison brought her mouth to the bulging head of Charlie’s cock and wrapped her lips around it. Charlie cried out in relief, like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. Keeping her hands on the shaft of his cock, Addison flicked her tongue against the head, and the sensitive underside of his dick. He wrapped his fingers in her chestnut curls and let his head fall back against the seat. She knew exactly where her tongue should touch down, every single stroke that would drive him up the wall. And she wasn’t afraid to employ her powers.

  Charlie’s dick was far too big, far too hard, for Addison to swallow completely. She gulped down as much of his raging erection as she could, pumped her fists up and down his shaft to completely encompass the lengthy organ. Charlie’s breathing began to speed up, and Addison caught the sharp taste of pre-cum on her tongue. She looked up and met Charlie’s fevered glance as she sucked hard on the head of his dick. She wrapped her lips tightly around his cock and jerked her hands down toward his balls quickly. It was too much even for Charlie.

  He came into Addison’s waiting mouth, pulling her hair just beyond the point at which it was painful to her. Addison drank Charlie’s cum, felt it slide down her throat, coating it like paint. He came seemingly on end, the stuff pouring into her mouth until she couldn’t swallow anymore. She felt a warm trickle escape down her cheek as his cum overwhelmed her. What, had he not gotten laid since they’d last seen each other? Addison swallowed loudly as that possibility landed with her. She looked up at him, amazed. Had he been exclusive without her knowing it?

  A grunt from the front seat signaled that Grayson and Anna were busy doing some version of the nasty. Addison and Charlie were essentially alone in the backseat. Addison wiped away the stray trickle of cum and looked up into Charlie’s eyes, searching for the truth. He met her gaze cavalierly at first, then seemed to recognize her suspicion. Before he could utter a word, Addison read the truth plainly on his face. Without her consent, Charlie had moved them into the realm of being in a relationship. That simply would not do. That would not do at all.

  Charlie busied himself getting all of his clothes back in the right place. He was very intent on his re-dressing, far too much so in Addison’s opinion. She pulled herself up to the other seat in silence, letting Charlie stew in anticipation of what she would say. She was disappointed with him, to say the least. This sort of thing broke their unspoken agreement. He knew that she’d be displeased by it, too, or else he would have said something. Addison folded her arms over her chest, and Charlie became still beside her. They were silent for an excruciatingly long moment.

  “So,” Addison began with acid on her tongue, “Not getting laid too much, are you?”

  “How can you even tell?” Charlie said. Addison noted that he wasn’t denying anything. Of course he wasn’t. She could tell when he was lying before he even spoke. She could smell it on him before he even said a word.

  “Since when are you fooling around with me exclusively?” Addison said, “That’s not the way we do things Charlie.”

  “No,” Charlie admitted, “It’s not the way that we’ve done things. In the past.”

  “Or in the present!” Addison cried, “We agreed that we would never be in a relationship, Charlie. I don’t want to be restrained like that! It would kill our friendship, don’t you see that? Monogamy is unnatural.”

  “Oh, please,” Charlie said, “What are you talking about? We made that pact when we were fourteen and fresh off our parents’ divorces. Of course we were afraid of commitment then, and rightly so. But we’re adults now, Addison. I want to start behaving like an adult, not some dumb kid.”

  “I thought adults were frumpy and boring?”

  “Don’t be petulant. It doesn’t look good on you.”

  “Fuck off, Charlie!”

  “Addison, please,” Charlie said, turning toward her, “Let’s talk about this for real. I don’t see any reason why we should talk about maybe making this thing between us something more...Official.”

  “Ugh,” Addison shuddered, “I hate that word. Official. It’s like we’re registering with the state or something. What kind of bullshit...”

  “Look, I know that you’ve never been in a relationship before—”

  “Neither have you!”

  “But think about it, Addison. What do you call what we are now?”

  “We’re friends,” Addison said, “We’ve always been friends. And I’d like to stay that way for as long as we possibly can!”

  “But that’s the thing,” Charlie said, “A friendship is a relationship. And a friendship that included sexual attraction, well... I’d say we’re mates, my dear girl. Like it or not. Now, all I’m suggesting is that we do exactly what we’ve been doing this whole time, except we stop doing it with other people. Can’t we at least just try it?”

  “I don’t know,” Addison said, “I don’t see why we should.”

  “Well,” Charlie said, “For my part, I simply don’t want to have sex with other people. So I’m not going to. How about that, huh?”

  “But...Then I’m being awful if I do!” Addison cried.

  “Have you been with other guys lately?” Charlie asked, “Since we saw each other last, I mean?”

  “One...Almost,” Addison said. She realized then that she too had been mostly exclusive to Charlie, except fo
r one lackluster eating-out by her TA. What was going on? Charlie smiled at her excitedly.

  “See! You feel it too!” he said, “We haven’t talked about it, but we’ve each felt it! So what do you say? Why don’t we at least give it a shot?”

  Before Addison could answer, Anna let out another enormous shriek, rattling the car on its tires. All four friends burst into laughter, noticing the steamed up windows all around them. They were a caricature of themselves, alright. Anna slid off of Grayson back into the driver’s seat, shaking her head.

  “Well, I guess I’m sobered up,” she laughed, turning the key in the ignition. “You guys about reading to hit the road or what?”

  “Fire her up, baby,” Charlie said, wrapping an arm around Addison, “Let’s go home.”

  A sharp knock on the driver’s window made the four friends jump out of their skins in unison. The sudden, bright glare of a flashlight seared through the foggy glass. Addison whipped around and noticed a pair of headlights shining behind them. When had this other car arrived?

  “The cops?!” Grayson uttered, “We’re so screwed!”

  “Just be calm” Anna said, “I just cry and get out of all kinds of tickets. Watch.”

  Anna rolled down her window and squinted into the bright light. No one could see beyond it to the figure beyond the window, and his silence was eerie.

  “What are you doing out here?” said a stern, bass voice from behind the light. Anna giggled girlishly at him.

  “We’re just enjoying the view,” she said, “It’s a little tradition for me and my friends. But we were just leaving, officer!”

  “Is that booze I smell?” he demaned.

  “Uh, no...” Anna chirped, the worry shining through her voice. Addison saw out of the corner of her eye a second flash light on the passenger’s side. All around the car, dots of light were springing up, blinding the four friends in the car.

  “What’s going on?” Charlie called.

  “Get out of the car,” the voice outside demanded. The locks on all four doors sprung open at his touch of the button. The four doors were wrenched open simultaneously, and dozens of hands reached in to wrestle the occupants out of the car. Addison felt greedy fingers close around her legs and rip her from Charlie’s arms. She was pulled into the cold night as her screams, and those of her friends, were carried away on the winter wind. She felt her body being carried away, and was tossed unceremoniously onto the cold floor of a waiting van. She heard the others being thrown in afterward, the roar of an engine, and they were speeding away. In the dark, the friends grappled for each other. They collapsed into a terrified heap, wondering what horrors they were soon to face. Addison found Charlie’s hand a squeezed it tight.

  “It’s OK, he murmured, “We’re going to be OK.”

  But she could hear in his voice that it was a lie. And they all knew it.

  “Is anyone hurt?” Grayson asked in a quiet, desperate voice.

  “I...I think I broke something...” Anna moaned, the pain in her body radiating through her voice. In the pitch blackness of the van, they couldn’t tell their limbs apart. With grasping hands, they reached out to Anna.

  “What the fuck is this?” Addison said, her voice shaking, where are we?”

  “I don’t know,” Charlie said, “I thought it was the cops telling to get moving at first, or arrest us for being wasted, but—”

  A shrill cry rose from Anna’s throat, piercing the hearts of her friends. She was badly hurt, they could feel. Her leg had been twisted under her body as she fell, and something was cracked and crunched as the van jostled them against each other. Anna needed a doctor, and they all needed some answers in a big way. But it seemed like they were all out of luck.

  “What’s happening?” Anna muttered, deliriously. Grayson found her in the dark, cradled her small body against his own.

  “We don’t know,” he whispered, despondently. “We were all in the car together, waiting for the booze to get out of our systems, and some guy stopped behind us. There were so many people...Just, out of nowhere! Where did they even come from?”

  “Were they following us from the start?” Addison wondered aloud, “Did they follow us to the beach and then just wait there for us to come back to the car? Do you think that’s it?”

  “I don’t know what to think,” Charlie moaned, wrapping his arms around Addison, “Who could they possibly be?”

  “I have no idea,” Grayson said, amazed, “Who in the world would do something like this, and to us? We’re nobody! It’s not like we have any enemies! It’s not like we’ve got parents in the Mob or the UN! This is just some random act, I bet you anything. Just some mindless fucking voilence.”

  “Violence?” Anna said softly, “Do you think they’re going to hurt us Grayson?”

  “I think that there is a very good chance of it, Anna,” he said gently, “I don’t know who, exactly, took us from our car. I’ve heard about gang initiations that start this way. New members go out and kill or kidnap people to earn their spot in the gang. It’s sick, is what it is.”

  “Gangs?” Anna said, her voice trembling, “But...Why us? I don’t understand.”

  “There’s nothing to understand,” Charlie said testily, “Stop blabbering on!”

  “Charlie!” Addison scolded, taking his face between her hands, “Don’t lash out at her! She’s hurt, she can’t focus. We need to keep level heads in all of this. That’s the only way that we’re going to make it through.”

  “Level heads?!” Charlie exclaimed, “How do you propose we do that, Addison? We’re probably being carted off to our deaths right now, and all you can talk about is being reasonable!”

  “It’s the only thing that’s going to help us, Charlie. We have to be reasonable. It’s our only weapon right now.”

  “That is just like you,” Charlie said contemptuously, “Just letting reason run the game, instead of ever trusting your gut or your heart. You never once give anything a chance except your brain, do you? Not even me. Not even when we’re—”

  “Don’t start with your relationship bullshit right now, Charlie!” Addison cried, “In case you haven’t noticed, we have somewhat more important things to worry about right now!”

  “Anything would be more important to you than me!” Charlie said coldly, “Just say it! You don’t care about me one bit, and you’re going to be the person I die with!”

  “No one said anything about dying,” Addison said, “We’re not going to die. Whatever this madness is, we’re going to make it out alive. You can mark my words.”

  “Then will you go out with me?”

  “For God’s sake...” Addison groaned.

  “Guys?” Grayson said softly, “I don’t think...Anna’s not responding.”

  “What?” Addison cried, lurching across the back of the van. She fumbled in the dark until her hands found Anna’s body. The girl had lost consciousness, the pain in her battered leg too much for the rest of her waking mind to bear. Addison grappled in the blackness to find her friend’s neck, rested her fingers against the jugular vein. A faint, subtle pulse was there, beating in time with the bouncing van. Addison let out a little sigh of relief. If nothing else, they were all alive. For the present moment.

  “She’s just unconscious,” Addison told Grayson, “We’re OK. We’re all going to be OK. This is probably just some stupid prank, and it will all be over as soon as whoever’s up there has had some fun. Hell, we’ll probably end up on Youtube or America’s Funniest Home Videos at the end! I’m sure we’re just blowing things out of proportion because we’re scared. Crazy shit never happens to people like us, you know? We’re going to come out of this fine. We’ll probably laugh about it somewhere down the line! Don’t you think, guys?”

  The boys were silent, and Addison felt their scared, skeptical eyes on her face. She knew too that what she said was probably bullshit. More likely than not, they were in serious trouble right now. She silently cursed herself and her friends for being so stupid,
leaving themselves vulnerable in the deserted night like they had. After so many carefree years of tempting the fates, they were finally going to pay the price. Perhaps even the ultimate price, if the fear in Addison’s gut was to be trusted. She realized with a jolt that she probably would die with these people, her friends.

  Well, she thought, I couldn’t ask for better company.

  They raced along for what seems like a day, a week, a month. Time ceased to have any meaning as they jostled along, taking turns falling into light slumber. Anna’s condition only worsened, the pain escalating into a constant state. They each had their time to cradle her, to tell her that everything would be OK. Her leg, she said, was throbbing, each bump in the road a knife into her flesh. The limb must have been broken, or at least fractured.

  As the minutes and hours surged onward, the conversation between the friends ceased. There was no energy to be found for speculation, condolences, or petty fights. Even hot-headed Charlie lost steam for his outrage against Addison. There was nothing between them except a heavy silence that had descended upon the backseat. One by one, they began to realize that they were facing mortality that evening. How could a night that began so innocently, in such easy spirits, turn out to be so horrific? Each of the friends wondered and hoped independently that they’d fallen asleep on the beach and were dreaming. But in their hearts, each knew that everything happening was as real as could be.

  Addison was at a loss. Why had this happened to them? They hadn’t been doing anything wrong that night, but even if they had, it wouldn’t have explained this surreal turn of events. Who in the world was up there, driving the van? Who had gone so far out of their way, past the limits of the law, to apprehend her and her friends? Surely, none among them had any enemies. They were just a few college kids, and had never hurt anyone in the world. So why were they being so brutally punished? Was this a prank? Or was it a death sentence?

  Eventually, they stopped even thinking about possibilities, or even hope. As the void of empty time swallowed them up, it was all each of them could to do to let their bodies and minds go absolutely numb. Even Anna, in her pain, seemed to lapse into a state of unfeeling. It was the only way they could preserve themselves, and their sanity, in the face of such horrific odds. It was like falling asleep, only instead of dreams, the friends found emptiness instead. It was still preferable to fear.