by Rachel Burns
“Fine, I’ll go look for him.” Collin went to the back of the club. He was about to open Rick’s office door when he heard him talking.
“I need your help. If this comes out, I could lose everything. There would be no more club for you to go to. I know you need this place too.”
“What happened?” Collin recognized that voice. It was another regular who was here almost every night, the chief of police, personally.
“Becca isn’t really – She is – She is a famous author who writes about human rights and stuff. She came here to interview me, and we thought she was an actress. We gagged her and beat her and played with her until she passed out. After we found out who she was, we couldn’t just let her go, so I kept her and trained her as my slave.”
“Is this a joke?” the chief asked. “I’ve been alone with her myself, and she never said anything.”
“I’m good at making threats. I know how to keep her in line. But tonight she tried to kill herself. That was the emergency. We were able to patch her back up, but I have to get rid of her before anyone calls the police. She isn’t worth risking the club. If your guys come sniffling around here, we have to make sure that there is nothing here for them to find.”
“I can’t take her home with me.” The chief didn’t want to have anything to do with this.
“No, but you can help look, and not find, until I get rid of her.”
Collin had heard enough. He burst in. “When is the auction, Rick?”
“What auction?” Rick asked.
“For Becky. I want to be there.”
Rick thought about it a second. An auction would mean more money, and it would embarrass her. He felt a need to punish her for this. He had even been nice giving her the blanket. “New Year’s Eve. It will be the event of the Year. I was going to make the announcement right now.” He walked past the other men and went out into the club.
They followed him out and watched him jump on the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen. I hope everyone is enjoying their Christmas.”
The crowds clapped, and Collin took a deep breath. He wanted to smash Rick’s face in so badly.
Rick wasn’t sure how to word it. “We are going to have a slave auction here on New Year’s Eve. Thus, the club will be closed that night. Anyone wanting to take part must contact me. It’s invitation only.”
“How many slaves are going to be sold?” someone called out.
“Just one, – Becca.” Rick at least had the decency to turn red as he said it, Collin thought.
The crowd was quiet. They were thinking two things, either Rick had someone new or Becca wanted someone new.
“Like I said invitation only. You can apply in my office.” Rick walked off the stage and went to his office. Collin followed him.
“I want to be there, Rick. Don’t play games with me.” Collin shut the door to Rick's office. A line was already forming outside of it.
“Only potential buyers, Collin.”
“Oh, I’ll be bidding. Don’t worry about that.”
“Collin, why do you want her?” Rick feared that he wanted her, so he could show her to the police.
“That’s none of your business.” Collin smiled slyly. He had asked himself the same question. He had even answered the question; he would live out his favorite sketch. She would be his little girl.
I woke up again. It was so cold. I felt for my blanket, but it wasn’t there anymore. Maybe it had been a dream. What a nice dream it was. I hoped I dreamed about it again this evening. Memories flashed in my eyes: blood and a strange young woman on my mattress, poking my wrist with a needle as she cried. I shook my head. I wanted to get away from the memories. I was trying to shake them away.
“Hey, it’s okay, Becky. In six days you will be mine. It will all be over in six days.”
Someone was covering me up. I heard the kitchen door close. I tried to figure out what had happened, and who had been in here.
Six days. What was going to happen in six days?
Chapter 9 – Slave Auction
Master came in and looked at me. I tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed me and pulled me to him. He petted my face. I moved my head away from him. He took me out of the kitchen.
There was something about the way he was holding me, and walking so slowly, that scared me beyond words. I was shivering under his arm.
He took me into one of the bedrooms. I looked around to see who else was in here too.
We were alone. I wanted to run so badly, but experience had taught me not too. I was crying as I always did.
He locked the door, and I was pretty sure that he was going to kill me now. He came back to me and held my face, so I had to look at him. “One last time.”
He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head away from him. He tried a few more times before he gave up.
Master pushed me onto the bed behind me. He took off his clothes and climbed on top of me.
That evening another man came in. I had taken the chance to wash myself with soap. It had been such a treat even if I got my bandages all wet. I had been sitting in bed looking through a dusty book. I figured the books were only for decoration, but I appreciated them. They were, mostly, the classics. This book looked like it had never been opened.
The man came in and looked at me. I recognized him as a patron of the club. He looked at me strangely. I laid the book to the side and backed away from him until I hit the headboard of the bed with my back.
He locked the door and moved to the side of the bed. He was looking me up and down. “Come here, slave.”
I shook my head and pulled the covers up to my chin. My eyes were wide as I watched to see what he would do next.
“I only have an hour to try you out. I want us to get along in that time. A good slave would listen to her master. Would you listen to me if you were mine?” He unzipped his pants.
I shook my head.
“No, you wouldn’t listen to me?” He smiled at that. “Then I would have to punish you. Do you want to know how I would punish you?” He spoke softly, like serial killers did in movies. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up.
He reached for me and pulled me close to him. He saw my wrists and looked at me puzzled. “So you wanted to get away from Rick. Would you pull something like that with me too?” He held up my wrist.
I nodded.
He gave a light laugh. “Rick didn’t have it easy with you, did he? You don’t want to be a good slave, but you always did as he told you. That I saw with my own eyes. I could make you obey me too, and I would. We will start now. I want to fuck you a little to see if you’re worth it.”
“Please, no.”
“Quiet. No bitching, or it will hurt worse. I want you to lie on your back and lift your feet up as far back as they can go.”
I shook my head again.
He smiled and went to a wardrobe. I had peeked in there before. It was filled with all kinds of terrible things. He picked out a couple of things and came back to me. I was too weak to really fight him.
When he was gone, I showered again, with soap before the next man came.
He walked in and locked the door like he was already very mad at me. He stormed across the room to me and then punched me in the eye.
I fell to the floor.
He grabbed my arm and yanked me back up to him. He hit me again and again. Sometimes he opened his hand and slapped me, but usually his fist was closed. My teeth felt loose.
He grabbed me by my wrists and pulled my arms back. I felt the stitches ripping. He left when he finished hurting me.
I tried to get up, but it had been too long since I had eaten. I sobbed in bed until Penny came in and found me. She had brought a tray of food with her.
Penny saw how beaten up I was, and she left to go get Master. Sadly, she took my tray of food with her.
Master came in and looked me over for a second. “See how good you have it with me?” He left again.
Penny was back with a first aid kit. Sh
e patched up my face as well as she could.
I reminded her about the tray of food. She actually went and got it. I not only got to eat, but I got to eat in bed and off a real plate with real silverware.
I bawled as I ate. I scarfed the food down, thanking her in between bites.
She looked away from me, and said that it was all right as she cried.
The next evening, the same thing happened, four men came to me.
I had figured out that they were test driving me.
One was an older man who played school director with me. He caned me but nothing else.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. On the whole I looked so worn out and used up. I wasn’t fetching. Who would want me this way?
The next evening started out the same way. The first two men beat me and slept with me. The third was the age play guy. I was hiding in the corner of the room when he came in. I figured that he would want to spank me.
He sat down on the bed and said nothing. He hardly looked at me, just a glance to figure out where I was when he came in.
The hour was almost up when he looked at me again. He gasped when he saw my face. “Just three more days, Princess.” He got up and left. It had been exactly like in my dream.
Penny came in and looked me over after each man had left. “Just one more to go. Then you get three days to heal up before you go to your new master.” She left and the last one came in.
He slept with me and beat me at the same time.
Penny came in again and praised me. I had my shaking problem again.
“Those were the men that want to buy you. The one that hurt your face has been denied the right to attend the auction. He doesn’t get you, okay?”
I nodded at her, and she helped me wash up and remove the sheets. I got fresh ones and healing creams for my bruises and scratches. She gave me other medicine to take too. She even came back with a bit of food. Not as much as yesterday, but still more than I was used to. I thanked her again.
“You don’t have to thank me. I never really helped you. I’m sorry about everything. I read your book. You write very nice, so hopeful.” She left then.
I was surprised that she had read my book. It went against everything that happened here.
Master came for me. I hadn’t seen him in all that time. I hadn’t missed him, but I figured that he would want me to perform certain duties before I left. Lucky for me, he didn’t.
I was glad about that.
He carefully tied my hands behind my back and led me slowly down the stairs. He placed me in the center of the stage.
The curtains were still closed. I prayed to God that I wasn’t jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire.
I could hear the men on the other side of the curtain. They all sounded eager to buy me and take me home with them. I heard the saying ‘May the best man win’ over and over. They were getting drunk.
“Okay gentlemen. Let’s get started. I know, whoever gets her will want to kiss her at midnight.” That was Rick on the microphone. That kiss thing had made the crowd laugh, but he knew I wouldn’t do it.
The curtain opened, and I stood naked in front of these men who all wanted to hurt me for their own sport.
Rick cleared his throat. “Before we begin I want to clear something up for Becca.” He turned to me and looked me in my eyes. “Every man in this room has signed a written contract that he will not set you free, no matter what. I want you to tell the crowd who you really are. Go on, Becca.”
“My name is Rebecca Ford.” I heard a couple of gasps and murmurs. They seemed to recognize my name.
“What did you do to earn a living before you walked in those doors?” He pointed at the doors of the club.
“I’m an author.”
“Are you well-published?”
“Yes.” I left my eyes on him. The bright lights, pointing at me made it impossible for me to see the men sitting at the tables.
“What was your last book about?”
“Human rights. You see I believe all people have them.” I couldn’t help letting him know how much I hated him one last time.
He smiled and shook his head, as if he felt sorry for me. “Well, Becca, the men here aren’t going to worry about your rights. They won’t let you go. They will decide how the rest of your life will be. Shall we begin?”
I nodded at him. Getting out of here was the first step in my plan. The rest would be decided on a daily basis.
“Gentlemen, what you have before you – is a real slave. She won’t be able to leave your side without permission. She will do whatever you want as you have all tested. If you ever want to get rid of her, you will be able to sell her. Maybe even at a profit, but because of who she is the bidding will start high. One million dollars.”
No one made a surprised gasp at that sum. Would someone really pay that for me?
“She would try to runaway from you any chance she got. You have all agreed that she would be held as a real slave with no chance of escape. The contract may not be exactly legal, but trust me, it is binding and a breech won’t be tolerated.”
The bidding started, and the number kept going up. The men bid on and on.
Master looked so pleased. He was going to be very rich.
Slowly, the voices bidding for me became less and less.
It was almost over and one had me, when a new voice started in bidding too. It was Collin, the age play guy. I was a little surprised. What could he want with me? He hadn’t touched me when he spent time alone with me.
Nevertheless, it was obvious that he did want me. He sounded very relaxed as the number went up and up.
The other one bidding was the old guy. He would probably die soon, and no one would find me locked in his basement, where I would starve at an old fashioned desk writing lines.
The old guy gave up, and Collin stepped forward to Rick. “My bank has been informed that I would be transferring a large sum this evening. Shall we go into your office? I want to take her with me now.” He sounded so strict.
Rick nodded, and Collin jumped onto the stage. He untied my hands, took my hand in his and led me after Rick. He opened the door for me to go in. I went in first then Collin and then Rick.
Collin was already on a cellphone as he slipped out of his jacket. He laid it over my shoulders and made a motion that I should do up the buttons. I quickly did. “Name of your bank and your account number. Let’s get this finished this year.”
Rick also called his bank. Within five minutes, two million, eight hundred thousand dollars exchanged hands.
Collin turned me and marched me out the door to his waiting car. The sidewalk had been closed off as if they were doing construction work here. Collin had been able to get me out without anyone seeing me. I was in the back of a limousine with him, which took off the second the door was closed.
I looked at him, trying to resist my need to thank him. I still didn’t know what he wanted to do with me.
“Let’s see if we can’t get our little Cinderella home before the clock strikes twelve.” He laid his arm around me and pulled me close.
A half an hour later, we parked in front of a house that looked like a huge old mansion. It was a huge white house with white columns holding up the roof. It had black shutters on the windows and flower boxes that had white Christmas lights in them. It was breathtaking.
Collin held out his hand for me to take. He helped me out of the car and continued to hold my hand. “This is your new home Becky. I hope you will be happy here.”
The house was all lit up, but I didn’t see any other people. The entryway was huge with a large staircase that curved down. Exactly like the one where Scarlet O’Hara goes down at the huge plantation. I wondered if they filmed here. The floor was made up of white tiles with black ones in an open diamond shape. It looked very elegant.
This was going to be my home?
He led me up the stairs and to a room at the very end of the hall. Everything looked so rich and perfect, but
my heart was beating so hard. I was still scared.
He opened a white door at the end of a long hall.
Most everything here was white. The furniture was black polished wood. The color came from the paintings hanging on the walls.
Inside the door stood an older woman and an older man.
I was scared what that meant. The woman stepped forward and pulled me along with her. She brought me into a huge bathroom. There was a tub in the middle of the room, the old-fashioned kind with feet. She removed his jacket and hung it up. She helped me into the tub. Then she carefully washed me.
She smiled at me a lot. She washed my hair even. I smelt like strawberries when she was finished. She even had strawberry cream that she rubbed into my skin.
I was guessing who she was in the grand scheme of things. By knowing who she was, I knew who I was.
She got out an old-fashioned white pajama and helped me into it. It was a little big, but she smiled at me approvingly.
I looked her in the eyes. “Nanny?” I asked her.
“Yes, child. I’m your Nanny.” She smiled at me so kindly.
I always gave the girls in my books nice nannies too. I hoped we would get along.
She took me by my hand and brought me back to the men.
Collin smiled widely at me.
I even blushed and looked down at my naked feet. They were the only thing that could be seen of me besides my head and hands. I felt like I was even starting to get warm again.
“My name is Doctor Dorsey, Miss. I want to look you over. Please sit down here on the bed. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you.” He was older than I thought. He was probably a retired doctor.
Nanny moved me over to the bed. The doctor started in filling out a file with the name Becky Burke on it.
Was that Collin’s last name? I glanced over at him. He smiled encouragingly at me. The doctor looked down my throat and in my ears. He told Collin I would need very strong penicillin.
Collin nodded and answered ‘Whatever she needs’. He watched the doctor listen to my heart and take my pulse. He smiled at me the whole time.