Bound And Sold: Sex Slave Auction 1

by Bellucci, Bree

  From deep within their individual trance-states, the friends felt something miraculous and terrifying. The constant motion that they’d been riding for who knew how long was changing. What was this sensation, they wondered? It was like that horrible moment for ocean liner passengers when the engines, so ubiquitous and ever-present, stop short. That’s what it was, the realized. The car was finally slowing down. Incrementally, their velocity began to decrease, the friction between the car and road shifting. But if they were slowing down, that meant that soon they’d be meeting their abductors.

  This knowledge shook the friends from their waking sleep and back into each others’ arms. They huddled together in the darkness, limbs thrown and hooked around each others’ bodies. As hard as they could, they struggled to become one, united against whatever aggressor was on the other side of those van doors. Despite their exhaustion, their fear, the inevitability of their fate, the friends did their very best to remain united to the very end. It was the only thing that they could do. In that moment, in that horrible moment, they were the world to each other, the most important and only thing that mattered.

  As they clutched at each other, bending their bodies to cover Anna’s whimpering form, they felt the van grind to a halt beneath them. They swayed as the breaks were applied, drawn along with the inertia of the vehicle, that motion that had carried them god knows how far away from home. Addison could hardly remember what that word meant, “home”. Surely, she’d known of it before, but she couldn’t for the life of her place it within the same realm that she currently occupied. Too much had already transpired, and she knew that it was just the beginning.

  A heavy silence, deeper than the one they’d been cloaked in all this time, began to suffocate the friends. Without the roaring of the engine, the ambient sound of paving racing so close to their bodies, every sound they made was amplified. Every sniffle, every sigh, every moan rang out in the van like a symphony. But from the front of the van, and around it, there was no sound to be heard. Pure, crisp, deep silence. It was far more terrifying than any loud, shrieking cacophony could have been. The suspense, the anxiety, were unbearable to the friends.

  Finally, a rustling sound from beyond the van asserted itself in the silence. The friends tightened their grips around each other, drawing in like a single organism. The rustling congealed into footsteps, and many of them. All around the van, they could hear people assembling. It was just as with their abduction in that faithful old car of Anna’s, where they’d just been enjoying each other without a care in the world. How ridiculous it now seemed to take advantage of freedom so callously. How shameful to take freedom for granted and still be hedonistic little freeloaders with one thing on their mind.

  But the thrust of self-criticism was cut short in their collective mind as the lock clicked in the van door. Their eyes shot toward the spot where the sound had emanated from. There, a crack of light, or of a paler shade of dark, ripped open the blackness. The crack grew into a chasm, which became a gulf. It wasn’t bright beyond the door, but anything was brighter that pitch darkness, and the friends squinted toward the point of entry. They needed to see what lay beyond and were terrified to know once and for all.

  No one spoke, beyond that threshold. The friends could sense people standing all around them, but nobody budged from their places around the van. The suspended moment stretched on, excruciatingly. Finally, a dark mass, a body, made its way closer toward the friends. They recoiled collectively, scampering toward the back of the van. This mad dash incited the worst sound any of them could have dreaded to hear: a single, barking laugh. This was sport to whoever was beyond the van, and that was something to be feared, indeed. The laugh spread from one figure to the next, until a chorus of voices rose up in laughter all around them.

  Riding the waves of laugher, the figures closed ranks. They climbed up over the lip of the van and took hold of the friends, tearing them from each others’ embrace. A dozen people at least fell up the foursome, wrapping limbs from limbs, prying the friends from each other. In their weakened states, they could do little to protest. They were carried away, each alone, out of that horrible van. Addison felt four sets of hands grasp her body, hoist her into the air. They were carrying her away. As she cleared the van, she looking up and caught a brief view of the sky.

  The stars shone bright a clear above their heads as they came into the cold night air. The sudden sight of space, the towering sky, made a lump rise in Addison’s throat. She’d half expected to perish in that van, waiting to see what he fate would be. A simple glimpse of the sky seemed like the greatest luxury in the world right now. The friends, too exhausted to resist, went limp in the arms of their captors. Even Grayson, the brute, was too drained and shocked to put up a fight.

  Addison glanced in the direction they were heading and gasped. Towering before them was the most beautiful mansion she had ever set eyes upon. No, it was more than a mansion. It was some kind of estate out in the middle of nowhere. All around them were cresting hills, as if miles and miles of space separated them from any other human being. She wouldn’t have been surprised if that were the case. The structure itself was massive and sprawling, with columns and turrets and towering archways. It was something out of Versailles, she thought. She wondered if the same fate that befell the occupants of that fated palace would be waiting for her.

  The dozens captors marched the friend toward the front entryway of the mansion. As they climbed the steep staircase, the heavy front doors swung open. To the friends horror, fifty more figures were waiting just inside. Addison realized for the first time that the people were cloaked, their faces and bodies covered by black robes. A shiver san down her spine. The occult eeriness of the hooded people made her blood turn to ice in her veins.

  As they reached the top of the step, the march halted abruptly. The dozen bounty men lowered their charges, straightening them into standing positions. Anna cried out sharply as she was forced to put her weight onto the injured leg. Her sudden, primal sound shattered the stifling since that had enshrouded them so for long. A long hooded figure walked briskly forward, forward the girl. Addison realized that when this person walked, the others recoiled. He must be the leader, she thought to herself. But the real question is, what is he the leader of?

  “What’s wrong with her?” the man barked. “Why is she crying out?”

  “I don’t know, sir,” an unsteady voice said.

  “You don’t know?” said the leader, in deadly soft tones. “How can it be that you don’t know?”

  “I don’t...know,” said the man in absolute horror, “Perhaps she was hurt along the way, sir?”

  “Hurt?” snapped the leader, “How could she had gotten hurt? Are you that careless, man? We can’t afford to have any damaged cargo!”

  “Cargo?” croaked Charlie. The entire collective reared back as he spoke. The friends stood alone in the center of the circle, Anna being held up by Grayson.

  “He speaks,” said the leader, clearly impressed. “So the rest of you are good and functional?”

  “Who are you?” said Grayson, finding is voice.

  “My, my! They’re all waking up, aren’t they?” crowed the man, “What a happy day this is! Why don’t we get out guests inside, then. I’m sure that everyone is looking forward to the evening’s festivities.”

  “We’re not going anywhere!” Charlie cried, but it was useless. The friends were jostled into the mansion, Grayson taking Anna into his arms. Through cavernous, candlelit halls they were herded, down into the depths of the estate. Down stairs, through countless stories they traveled, until finally a heavy door way thrown open at the bottom of the world.

  Before them all stood what seemed to be a theater. A stage was set for them, with four platforms. Stadium seats rose up all around, and the space itself was ornate, beautiful, and flawlessly lit. A few enterprising captors rushed the friends onto the stage as the others settled into seats around the theater. Each of the four was manhandled onto a platform,
though Anna had to opportunity to sit. And as they were corralled, into place, heavy chains fell upon their wrists and ankles.

  The captors joined the others in the audience as the friends traded terrified glances. They were there on display in front of the terrifying council, like goods arranged in a market. As they struggled to make sense of what was happening, the leader of the party leapt on to the stage and spread his arms benevolently.

  “Friends,” he cried to the assembled crowd, “Welcome, once again, to our greatest of affairs. Our most important and glorious tradition. Welcome to the annual auction!”

  The crowd erupted into cheers, and the friends’ jaws fell open in utter disbelief. Auction? What could that possibly mean?

  “Let’s get started, shall we?” said the leader, retreating from the stage to take a good look at the friends, “What have we here? A good batch, to be sure. Before we clean them up, let’s have a little preview of what’s to come?” The assembled crowd hollered their excitement, and the leader smiled broadly up at the captives. “Who should we test out first?” he asked the crowed. Voices erupted around the arena, until a unanimous voice came to a conclusion.

  “The one who spoke first! And the girl that’s not broken!”

  “That sounds like an excellent idea!” said the leader, “We’ll start with these two, to see what they’re made of!”

  Charlie and Addison exchanged fearful glances. What did he mean, see what they were made of? Two hooded figures came up from the audience and approached the pair, undoing their chains and dragging them to the center of the stage. Charlie and Addison cowered before the audience, and the leader nodded enthusiastically.

  “Wonderful,” he said, “You two will do nicely, I’m sure. Move into position, men.”

  The people who’d led them front and center took a few steps back and produced two slick, heavy handguns. Addison let out a yelp, and Charlie waved a bit on his feet. The leader laughed.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, “They won’t shoot unless you don’t obey. Now, before we keep going, please take off all your clothing.”

  “What?” Charlie said. One of the men on stage undid the safety of his gun.

  “Take off your clothes,” the leader repeated. His chilly voice was warning enough. Mortified, Charlie and Addison began to strip off the layers of their clothing. They could hardly stand to look at each other. The crowd jeered and whistled as Addison struggled to cover her breasts and pussy, Charlie hid his dick behind his quivering hands. The leader seemed to be pleased by what he saw.

  “Excellent specimens, no?” he asked the crowd. They roared their approval. “Now, why don’t you two get to it?”

  “What do you mean?” Addison whispered. The other man cocked his gun in their direction.

  “I mean,” said the leader, “We need to see what you two are made of. We need to see how you are, sexually, before we bid on you. This is the annual auction, after all. We spent a good deal of time finding you among the prize items around the region. You seem to be pretty excellent specimens, maybe the best in years. But we have to be sure that you’ll be worth the money. You wouldn’t want to disappoint us, would you? So, if you would be fine enough to fuck for us, we’d be much obliged.”

  Charlie and Addison stared helplessly at each other. How could this possibly be happening? How could they be asked to do this mortifying thing in front of so many people?

  “I...I can’t,” Charlie said, his voice shaking.

  “If you can’t,” said the leader, “We’ll be forced to kill you.”

  “No!” Addison cried, throwing her arms around Charlie, “We’ll do it!”

  “Good girl!” said the leader, and the audience agreed. Charlie looked at Addison, beyond his senses with fear. They stood completely naked before the assembled crowd, having fallen down the god-awful rabbit hole into surreal terror. In a moment of connection, amid the Twilight Zone that they’d stumbled into, Addison lay her hands on Charlie’s shoulder, turned him to face her.

  “It’s OK,” she said softly, tears prickling in her eyes, “It’s going to be OK, Charlie. I promise. Just stay with me, just look at me.”

  He latched onto her eyes, drawing her closer against her. Miraculously, they locked eyes with each other, managed to quiet the roar of catcalls amid the audience. They let themselves fall into each others’ eyes, forgetting as best they could what their situation was, what the stakes were. Addison drew Charlie with her beyond the realm of terror into which they’d entered. For a brief moment, they fell away. It was just them, with no one else in the world. Their lives depended upon this connection, this encounter. It was the only way to stay alive, and to feel alive with each other.

  Charlie pulled Addison against him, pressing his mouth against hers. Addison threw her arms around Charlie’s neck and kissed him urgently. Their mouths moved together, with a passion that went beyond sex, into the realm of love. Addison began to cry softly as she slid her tongue against Charlie’s, realizing only now that she truly did love him, that she had all along.

  Addison let her hands travel down the length of Charlie’s body. She found his cock, realized that it was growing hard. She wrapped her hands around that familiar organ and felt in swell between her palms. She rubbed her fingers up and down the length of his cock, pumping his member as if his pleasure was the most important thing in the world.

  He buried his face into Addison’s neck, and she left his hands cup her breasts. He circled her tits with eager, hungry hands, pulling at her nipples until they stood erect. She groaned as her pussy grew slick. As if Charlie could smell her getting wet for him, his hands flew toward her crotch. He let out a guttural moan as his fingers sunk into the lips of her pussy.

  Addison bore down on Charlie’s ever-hardening dick as he thrust two fingers into her pussy. She gasped as he worked his fingers around that intimate space, flexing this strong fingers inside of her. As he brought his thumb to her hard clit, Addison nearly toppled over. Charlie wrapped his arms around her back, steadying her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and struggled to remain standing as her kneaded her clit. Her legs began to tremble as the warmth of orgasm crept through every cell in her body. This was all that was left in the world, this sensation, and she was desperate to experience every moment of it.

  Charlie slid a third finger deep into Addison’s pussy and flicked her clit with precise marksmanship. She soared into a mind bending orgasm, cumming grandly. She held desperately onto Charlie, the strength of her orgasm rattling her to the core. She crested the sensation and immediately needed more. As she regained control of her legs, she leapt onto Charlie, wrapped herself around his body. He held her aloft, her legs wrapped around his body. He poised the tip of his cock just before her wet, throbbing pussy and met her horny gaze. They took a breath as one, and Charlie plunged his cock into Addison’s body.

  They groaned as his gigantic, swollen erection pushed further and further into Addison’s pussy. She bucked against Charlie’s massive member, taking as much of him as she could at every thrust. Charlie had always been challenging to accommodate with so tight a pussy as hers. She threw her head back and rode him like a stallion. His strong arms, flushed with energy now that they were together, held her aloft. He brought her down again and again onto his cock, sliding in slowly.

  Finally, Charlie’s dick slid all the way into Addison’s eager pussy. She screamed as his cock reared up into that most tender of spots deep inside her, and she knew that she would cum again. She dug her nails into Charlie’s back as he began to thrust into her quickly, and powerfully. Addison could feel him lengthening and stiffening inside of her as a second even more rattling orgasm encroached upon her body. The friction of their bare torsos heated them from the outside in, the pleasure coursing through their veins took care of the rest. Charlie’s cock grazed Addison’s pussy, and she cried out as she came. At the sound of her cumming, Charlie let himself go, and came into Addison’s writhing body.

  He held her as his cum poured in
to her pussy. She perched on him as he bucked against her, spilled every last drop of his seed deep into her body. She dug her fingers into his hair, holding on for dear life and she felt herself filling to the brim with his semen. Charlie dug his fingers into Addison’s ass, pulling her as close into him as he could. Finally, he was spent. They clutched each other for a moment, just the two of them, before the real world flooded back in.

  All around them, voices roared their approval. Charlie and Addison glanced toward the crowd, which was seething with excitement. Awkwardly, Charlie lowered Addison to the ground. She quivered against him, hiding her face in shame. She’d done what she needed to in order to save his life, but she knew that whatever else happened to her here, she’d never be able to live down this mortification. The color drained from Charlie’s face as he glanced down at her, feeling for the world like it was all his fault.

  “Good show!” cried the leader, clapping warmly, “You two were fantastic finds! Weren’t they, my friends?” The assembled crowed roared in agreement. The leader smiled up at Charlie and Addison. “Truly, you two will make excellent companions. The only question is, for whom?”

  “What?” Charlie croaked.

  “Let’s begin with the boy!” the leader called, “Since he seemed to be the first to speak every time, he may as well be the first to find himself an owner!”

  “What do you mean, owner?” Addison whispered.

  “Someone escort the girl back to her spot,” said the leader. One of the gunmen approached and took her by the shoulder. She tried to hang onto Charlie, but was quickly snatched away. Before she knew it, she was locked up and naked on her platform, and Charlie was left alone in the center of the stage. He stood there frozen, unclothed, and alone. Addison wept at the sight of him.