By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 17 - Bizarre Bazaar

It felt strange being outside in the Saturday morning sunshine after a week holed up in the basement of Cell Block 101. Except for the leather cuffs buckled around my wrists and ankles, I wasn't restrained in any way. There was even some sense of freedom in being allowed to move around without restriction within the large caged area set up in the quadrangle of the cell block complex. Some of the young naked woman around me appeared to know each other, and they chatted and laughed with each other and seemed either oblivious or indifferent to prospect of being auctioned later this morning. I even noticed some of the girls huddled around in a tight circle sharing what looked to be a marijuana cigarette. Uniformed guards stood casually around outside the cage, unconcerned by the pall of sweet smelling smoke that wafted their way.

"Listen up, bitches."

A voice broadcasted from a PA speaker crackled.

"There have been a couple of last minute changes to bonded bidders list. Slaver Stratton has indicated he will be withdrawing from the auction today --"

The announcement caused a large number of the girls to gasp. The laughing smiles that had been seen on their faces only moments before were instantly replaced with gawping looks of panic.

The PA speaker continued to crackle and transmit the distant sounds of an office somewhere. The man's voice that had made the announcement could be heard mumbling away from the microphone and another voice discussing something with him. A moment later the announcer's voice boomed clearly again.

"Could officers McMillan and Schultz please report to the loading dock."

The young girls around me began chattering in hushed, concerned tones.

"... (crackle) ... The Cable Snuff Network has also indicated it intends to bid on all slaves today --"

Several young girls suddenly sobbed and started to become hysterical. One buckled over and began pounding her fists on the front of her thighs as she screamed "No! No! No!" Two of her friends, who themselves had tears starting to stream from their eyes, wrapped arms around her shoulder and tried to console her. The announcement resumed.

"In just a minute you will be moved to the assembly points at the dock. Those of you who have been assigned lot numbers between one and fifteen should make their way to point A while the rest go to point B. Have a nice day, ladies."

I could almost see the man's face grinning as he spoke the patronizing words. Guards moved into the compound and began rounding us up and moving everybody in the direction of the exit gate. The guards were armed with dangerous looking cattle prods and those girls who didn't move willingly or quickly were given painful zaps. I needed no encouragement and let myself be swept along in the tide of naked bodies around me.

We were processed one by one through the exit gate to point B. As we stepped up to the point, one guard would ask us to identify ourselves by our slave number and it was checked against our names which he his list. After this, a thin leather collar would be strapped around our necks and a large colored shopping tag with our lot number tied to it. I silently accepted my collar and tag before moving through the gate.

At the second and final part of the check-through process, two Olympian sized, bare-chested guards lifted me effortlessly from the ground and carried me a short distance to a trolley-rack, like the ones I had seen used to carry luggage in hotels. I was suspended by my wrists and ankles from the rack. Another guard then took over and wheeled me toward the back of the waiting truck. My trolley was then loaded into the back of it with the rest of the slaves who also were all suspended on their own individual trolleys.