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Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY Abducted and Enslaved Part 6
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{ ASSM } {Mersereau} NEW STORY "Abducted & Enslaved, Part 6" ( MF
Mf FF FM Ff Fm Mdom Fdom nc voy sm bd oral toys )  (6/?) 
The usual disclaimers: This is strictly adult material;  all
characters are fictional.  Events in this story are unethical,
immoral, and illegal.  Readers should understand that the story
is strictly fiction and many of the events and characters in it
have no place in a civilized society.  No redistribution without
attribution to the above-named author.  No commercial use
whatsoever of this story.

N.B. The author wrote this in MSWord and in that form contains
pagination and formatting to indicate internal dialogue and
emphasis.  For those readers interested in obtaining this
original version, please request it from the author at
mdotmersereau@aol.com. Please indicate whether you can unzip
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A&E-Part 6.Doc (Chapters 24-30)     Pages 180-207

CHAPTER 24: The Cock-Length Solution, Part 2

The blue girl working on Sheila's hair applied mousse to the
roots and blow-dried her tresses with a round brush, styling it
so it curled about until the tresses brushed her chin. 

She was nearly finished when the phone rang.  The brunette who
was working on Robyn's hair said, "Stay where you are, Cutie,"
and she unhooked the wall phone.

"Salon!"

There was a short pause.  Then she said, "Hi, Nina!  There sure
are!  We have two in chairs here right now.  Oh, this doll I'm
doing is simply adorable! You know that Sarah? the one that Crane
has up in his torture chamber?  well this, I don't know,
seventeen year old, is like her--but she has big big tits!  I
mean, for her size, you know.  And you should see her long black
hair that I'm working . . ."

The girl on the end apparently cut her off, because she stopped
speaking, looked surprised, and then replaced the phone and
returned to working on Robyn's long tresses.  "I'm not sure who's
crazy, me or Nina," she said.  "Maybe Crane."

Kelly, seated near the wall with Mia, smiled.

"What did she say, Donna?"

"Well, she sounded in a big hurry, and I guess she's coming up
here to get a couple of these girls.  Or maybe just one, I don't
know.  Anyway, she said not to let any of them leave."

"What's crazy about that?"

"Well . . . you know, I swear that she said something about
getting 'cock-lengths'.  That's what it sounded like to me."

Kelly laughed.  "You mis-heard."

"I don't think so."

The blue girl who was finishing with Sheila's hair said, "Donna
might be right, Kelly.  Sometimes we talk about cock size here
the way the men do about tit size.   Especially the women
clients."

"I never heard Nina talk about it," Kelly replied.

"Donna said Crane asked for it.  Of course, he's a kidder.  He
could be pulling Nina's leg."

Donna said, "No.  Nina was serious.  Nina would know if he was
kidding her.  I think it has to do with the males they're
auctioning tonight.  Maybe he's afraid that he'll never sell them
all.  There are six, you know.  I don't know how many women
clients are here to buy them, but there can't be much more than
half a dozen or so.  Maybe Crane wants cock-lengths for them."

"Not for that butch with glasses," the other girl said.  "Or for
Lezzie."

 "Her real name is Lindsey," Donna explained.

When Sheila rose from the chair, Kelly stood up as well.

"Wow, do you ever look scrumptious!" she exclaimed.  She grasped
Sheila's hand.  "Look in the mirrors."

Sheila gazed at herself.  The contours about her face emphasized
the oval of her face.  The irregular bangs that brushed her brows
certainly looked attractive.  She thought the style suited her
more than the hairdo she'd had done in New York.

She glanced down at her figure in the black shift.  The garment's
low scoop neck displayed her cleavage as well as the dress she'd
purchased in New York.   The material clung to her figure like a
second skin. 

Lacking undergarments, her dress left little to the imagination.
At least the hem, which ended just above her knees, was decently
long.

"What are you thinking of?" the blue girl who had done her hair
asked her.   "The gown looks great on you.  You have such a
terrific figure."

"I was thinking that it doesn't hide much," Sheila responded. 

She turned before the mirrors.  Just below the deep cleavage
between her breasts, their nakedness under the dress was obvious:
 Her nipples were blatantly outlined through the smooth nylon.

"I think you look sexy.  You're the best I've ever seen!  Wait
'til the bidding.   They'll go crazy!"

"All this preparation was just for the auction?" 

"That's right," the girl replied.  "It's important to look good,
even with your clothes on.  If a client pays a lot for you, he'll
be careful how he treats you.  You'd be surprised how tight some
of these millionaires can be with their money.  When a client
gets tired of a slave, he might just turn her over to Crane, but
most try to resell them.  Your Master won't want you damaged."

"I'm  glad of that.  I'm grateful for all the trouble you two
took with me."

"You do look great, Sheila," Kelly told her.  "Donna, who's
escorting these two downstairs?"

The girl who had just finished styling her hair was cleaning
around the salon chair with a broom.  "Well, gee, Kelly, it must
be Polly; she brought them up.  But she didn't say for sure. 
Anyway, you'd better not take Blondie until Nina gets here."

Just at that moment a short and slender brunette of about
Sheila's own age appeared in the doorway, sweating and looking
out of breath.

"Here you are!" the girl exclaimed, panting.  The girl was more
petite than Kelly, with brown hair and a pert and shapely figure.
 She had prominent, moderate-sized breasts which, perhaps, took B
cups.  Unlike Kelly's figure, hers didn't look as though it had
an ounce of excess weight.  She looked older than Sheila and was
probably in her upper-twenties.

Kelly said, "Me, Nina?  I just brought Sheila up to have her hair
done.  I wasn't hiding."

"Oh, she's here, too.  Great!  Kelly, we have to go downstairs
immediately.  Crane wants cock-lengths on the males in today's
shipment.  In twenty . . . no . . . " she glanced at her watch,
"seventeen minutes!"

"That's impossible!  Are you sure he wasn't kidding?"

"I'm sure.  Hurry, and bring your bag.  Grab Sheila and let's go.
 You can put the cuffs back on her after we get downstairs."

As they rushed her between them down the hall, Kelly said, "Nina,
I don't see how we can do this in time.  Really!"

"We can try.  Here's what we'll do.  There's a girl that I have
waiting downstairs.  She's as blonde and with tits just as big as
Sheila's.  Holly is her name.  Those two will get the guys hard.
You'll measure, and I'll write.  If any of them causes a hassle,
I'll take care of it with my whip.  Or, if necessary, with my
prod."

They reached the stairwell door, Nina pushed it open, and they
started down the stairs.

Nina told Sheila, "As soon as we get downstairs, you'll undress,
understand?"

She drew a phallic-looking prod from a leather holder in her
belt.  "If you cause trouble . . . Do you know what one of these
feels like?"

It looks like a  vibrator, but with that metallic tip, I suppose
it's a prod,  like Kelly used on me in the bathroom downstairs.

"Is it a prod, Mistress Nina?"

"I gave her a jolt in the bathroom," Kelly said.  "She knows what
it feels like." 

"You can leave on your stockings and jewelry, Sheila.  Just take
off  the gown.  Kelly, as soon as she's undressed, put her
handcuffs back on her.  I'll meet you after I get Holly."

"Where will we meet?"

"Outside the men's cells.  If you get there before me, unlock
their doors and open one of them.  I'll meet you at the open
door."

"Do you know which cells the men are in?"

She shook her head.  "They should be around bee nine, ten, or
eleven.  I just hope that the cells are together."

Nina trotted down the stairs ahead of them.

When Kelly and Sheila reached the basement, Nina was running at
the far end of the hall.  She disappeared in a doorway. 

"Undo your dress," Kelly said. 

The zipper ended at the top of the slit and the dress came
completely open; there was no need to step out of it.  Kelly drew
the sleeves down Sheila's arms and off.  She folded it over her
left forearm.

"Let's get your cuffs linked," Kelly said.

Sheila held her forearms up.  One locked manacle of her handcuffs
hung from its twin that was about her left wrist.  Kelly drew a
key from a pocket of her dress, opened the hanging cuff, and
clamped it about Sheila's right wrist.  She clipped the link
between the cuffs to Sheila's collar chain, and Sheila's hands
were again bound beneath her chin.

Kelly led her by a forearm past a wooden door marked in brass
letters, 'Machine Shop', and gray metal doors identified in black
paint with 'B1, B3, B5 and so on on their left, with even numbers
following the 'B' on their right.

"I don't see any open metal doors," Kelly said.  "I thought maybe
Nina might have looked in the cells and found the men."

Sheila made no reply.  She was gazing down the hallway. The floor
carpetting and the overhead fluorescent lights were the same as
the ones in the other halls she'd seen--on the Main Floor and the
Third Floor--but the doorways along this hall were different.  A
series of gray metal doors, she guessed thirty or forty, extended
down to the far end of the building where they ended at another
door like that of the stairwell they had just exited.  They must
be to the cells that Kelly had mentioned.  Interspersed along
each wall were several wooden doors like the one to the Machine
Shop but the gray doors were depressingly numerous and close
together.  

* * *

Nina hastily introduced Sheila to the other girl.  Holly was
younger than herself by several years; the girl looked about
eighteen.  Except for her collar and manacles, holding her hands
up as Sheila's did hers, she was completely naked.  She wasn't
even wearing stockings or jewelry.

"O.K., you two.  I don't care how you do it, but each of you
choose one of the guys in here, and make him hard."

"Make him hard?"  Holly asked, wide-eyed.

"Give him a hard-on, do you understand that, Holly?"

Holly blushed and swallowed,  "Y-Yes, I guess so.  B-But, how?"

"Any way that you can.  The important thing is to get him hard
fast.  We have to get the info as soon as possible.  If
necessary, suck his cock."

"Oh no!" Holly exclaimed.

Nina drew her whip.  She swung it across the girl's bare
buttocks, smacking them hard.

"Ow!!"  Holly exclaimed.  She burst into tears.  Sheila was
surprised, as the force of the strap hardly  seemed to warrant
either the intensity of Holly's cry or her tears.  Then she
noticed how pink the girl's rump was compared to the rest of her
skin.

This can't be the first time she's been whipped today; her
buttocks  must have been  sore before Nina applied  the whip. 
"Don't give us trouble, Holly!" Nina told her; "Make him hard
however you can.   If nothing else works, suck his cock. 
Understand?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress."

Sheila felt her face grow hot.

Oh my god!  I'm going to have to do this in front of Ed!  I hope
the blue girls don't order me to do him. I'll die!

She could hardly think.  Surely she wouldn't have to do that! 
Boys got hardons easily--even when she just danced with them. 
Doing that while Ed was watching would be too humiliating!

As soon as we go in, I'll get ahead of Holly.  I'll do the boy,
Bill.  Holly can do Ed. 

"Kelly will measure the guy, and I'll record his dimensions. 
Once you've gotten your man hard, go next door.  That's Cell
Nine.  Do the same there.  After that, we'll go across the hall
to Cell Ten and finish.  We have to do this as fast as possible.
Don't dawdle for any reason.  I'll use my prod on you if
necessary."

Nina glanced at her watch.  "Jesus, only nine minutes left.  Come
on!"  She led the way into Cell Eleven.

Nina led them into Cell Nine. 

"Stand up, both of you!" Nina ordered.  She held her whip in her
right hand, displaying it.

The two occupants were awake.  Each was sitting up on his bunk. 
They were manacled as they'd been in the Pet Shop, each with his
hands cuffed behind his back, the cuffs linked by a chain to his
collar.  Ed, on the right hand bunk, stood up, evidently
unconcerned about his nakedness.   Sheila was too embarrassed to
meet his eyes, and after a quick glance at him, she moved to
Nina;s left, closer to the blonde boy, Bill, who was still
seated, and looking defiant.   Holly and Kelly came in behind
her.

"Up, I said!" Nina repeated, withdrawing her prod.  "Do you know
what this is?" she said, waving in the blond boy's face.

In a surly tone, Bill responded, "I know," and he grudgingly got
to his feet.

Sheila gave a quick glance behind her.  She saw Holly's naked
back.  Her arms were about Ed and she was pressing her body
against him.  Sheila saw Ed looking at her over the girl's head.
Sheila blushed, and she turned back to Bill.  She imitated the
younger girl and put her arms about the youth.  She pressed her
breasts against his hairless chest, and she enclosed his neck
with her fingers and drew his face to her own.  She kissed him. 
He was trembling.

She raised her knee, and she tried to stroke between his legs,
which were held apart by the spreader bar.  The leather cloth
covering his genitals interfered, and she abandoned the attempt.

My god; why is he shaking?--I should be the nervous one! 

Sometimes when in bed touching herself, she imagined seducing a
man.  Visualizing his cock growing hard in her hand had been
arousing, but what she was doing now just seemed embarrassing. 
She pressed her abdomen against his groin; there was no sign that
he had an erection.  He was still shaking.

Suddenly she felt three stinging blows across her buttocks.  Nina
brought the whip  against them again,  crying, "Kneel down,
Sheila!  Use your hands and your mouth!  Hurry up!"

Sheila complied and, as soon as she felt the carpet beneath her
knees, she drew up his loincloth.  She propped it on her head to
keep it from interfering with her access to Bill's genitals, and
she had the bizarre thought that she might be impairing her
styled hair.   His cock looked about three inches long, a fat,
soft worm.  She felt a shudder of distaste.

Steeling herself, she popped it in her mouth.  Trying not to gag,
she worked it against the roof of her mouth, kneading it with her
tongue.  It began to grow.   Bill's nervousness didn't stop his
prick from growing in her mouth and soon it was so large that the
head was all she could hold.  The shaft was rigid as a piece of
steel.

Kelly was right.  This is foolproof.

"Good girl, Sheila!" Kelly said.  She knelt beside Sheila and
pushed her away. 

She placed one end of the measuring tape in the youth's pubic
hair and drew the other end up to the head of his erect cock. 
"I'll take over now; you go to Cell Eleven.  Holly's there,
already working on one of the guys.  Go start on the other one. 
Nina! Length seven; half-way seven, base eight."


CHAPTER 25: Onto the Stage

When the four girls were finished in Cell Ten, and Nina and Holly
had disappeared, Kelly helped Sheila get redressed and
re-handcuffed.  They ascended one flight and, from the Main Floor
hall, they entered the first door on their left.

The room was small, and dimly lit, with only a single overhead
bulb.  Sheila recognized the other girls from the ship.  All
eleven of them were in the room, seated on wooden chairs that
lined the four walls.   Despite the dim light she could see that
all had been dressed and made up, more or less as she had been.
Each girl's wrists were, like her own, manacled to her collar. 
Several of them held shot glasses that were either full or
partially filled with a liquid.

The guard in the room was leaning against a door that was in the
wall directly opposite the door that Sheila and Kelly had just
entered.  Seated in a chair on Sheila's right just beside the
door was another blue girl.   On her lap she held a clipboard on
top of a cardboard box.

"Are we late, Polly?" Kelly inquired of the girl.

The guard across the room responded.  "We've been waiting for you
two for half an hour!" 

"Ignore him, Kelly," the seated girl said.  "There's no rush."

She tipped up the bottom of her clipboard, to reveal in the box
under it several shot glasses filled with liquid.   She held one
up.  "Drink this," she told Sheila. 

"What is it?" Sheila asked, uneasily.  She put her nose to it. 
It smelled of lemon.    

"You'll find out soon enough," Kelly said.  "Drink it down."

Sheila hesitated.

"It's orders from Master Crane," the girl said; drink it: it's
alcoholic.  You'll feel a lot easier during the bidding if you're
a little intoxicated.  Crane doesn't like new girls to be too
scared and stiff during the auction."

Anne, the wife of Jerry of the big cock, was seated across the
small room opposite Sheila; she held an empty glass.  She smiled
at Sheila.  "It's alcoholic, all right," she said.  "They said
it's called 'limoncello' and it's imported from Sorrento.  It
tastes a bit like a whiskey sour.  Actually, I'd like another
one."

The blue girl beside Sheila shook her head.  "Crane doesn't want
you drunk, just mellow."

Sheila tasted it.   She'd never had a whiskey sour.  She didn't
know if Anne's description was accurate or not; it did taste of
lemon, and it left a bitter aftertaste.  She drank it down. She
could feel the heat of the alcohol coursing down her throat.  It
warmed her stomach.  During Sheila's year in New York, she'd
grown accustomed to white wine with dinner, but this drink was
much stronger.  It immediately went to her head.

While Kelly collected empty glasses,  Sheila looked around the
room.  Her face was growing pleasantly warm from the drink, and
she felt herself relaxing.  She looked at the other girls.   She
saw the petite coed Robyn with the long black hair and
oversized--for her small frame--tits and her auburn-haired
roommate, Mia.  Eighteen years old, both of them, if she recalled
correctly.  Jane, the blonde with breasts as large as her own,
was beside Mia.  She was just sixteen.  No, seventeen.  She
remembered thinking that Jane acted younger than her age.  None
of the male captives were in the room; the only man present was
the guard who was across the room leaning against the door.

She suddenly noticed Wendy, her apartment mate, seated over
against the left wall.  Wendy smiled back at her.  Sheila hadn't
recognized her on first entering the room.

Someone had performed an amazing transformation on her friend. 
She looked gamin-like now, and much younger than earlier in the
day.  Her hair had been trimmed and swept to one side, boyishly.
Her breasts looked small through a sky blue blouse, but that only
added to her youngish appearance.  She was twenty- eight, but--at
least in the dim light of the room, she looked of high school
age.

Her skirt was a black mini  that nicely displayed her slender but
shapely legs, and it contributed even more to her appearance of
youth.  In place of stockings, she wore blue bobby socks that
matched the color of her blouse.  Her feet were enclosed in black
felt slippers.

Sheila glanced back at Anne.  The two of them had conversed on
the ship after Sheila's dreadful episode with the four men, and
the brunette had helped her clean up.  Now she was dressed in a
strapless black evening gown.  It displayed the cleavage between
her ample breasts fully as well as Sheila's dress did her
cleavage.

Like Sheila, she was in black stockings and high heeled glossy
black pumps.  Her dark brown hair seemed black in the dim light;
it appeared different from how it had been on the ship; then her
hair had been shoulder length.  Now it was a mass of curls that
outlined her oval countenance. 

Anne's figure, despite its shapeliness didn't stand out in a
group as exceptional as this one.  Now, however, her face as well
as her body was on display.  She looked gorgeous.

The door next to Anne opened and the guard nearly fell over on
his back.  The blue girl who was in the doorway caught him.

It was Nina. 
The blue girl glanced around the room and asked,  "Are you all
ready?"    Her small stature was belied by her authoritative
voice.  She sounded like she was accustomed to giving orders.

Kelly replied, "I think they are."

"I'll get them lined up," the blue girl across the room said,
rising.

Clipboard in hand, she read off names.  As each rose from her
chair, she arranged them in a line behind Nina.  Sheila was
fourth, behind Anne, Wendy, and Caroline White.  Kelly brought up
the rear. 

When they were ready, the blue girl who had arranged them said,
"Follow Nina out the door.  You'll be on the side of a stage. 
All of you except the girl in front wait there in the wing.  Nina
will remove the handcuffs from the girl in front. 

That will be you, to start," indicating Anne.   "Walk to the
center of the stage; that's the area that is lit by a spotlight.
 Two guards as well as Crane will be beside the illuminated area.
 State your name clearly, so the clients can hear it.  Stand in
the spotlight for about a minute to give them time to look you
over.

"Turn around, slowly.  Let them see you from all sides.  When
you're facing them again,  Master Crane may ask you to do more. 
He may ask you to raise the hem of your dress to show your legs.
If a buyer wants to see more, you'll raise it higher and you'll
show him everything.  Don't hesitate; do whatever Crane asks you
to.  When he tells you you're done, turn left and walk to the
side of the stage.  Return through the curtain.  I'll be there
waiting with your handcuffs; once they're on, get back in line."

She looked at the other girls; then she said to Wendy, "You'll be
next.  Do the same things, going on stage and so on.  Each of you
do the same as this brunette."

She paused.  "Do all of you understand?"

There were nods and murmurs of assent.

"After all of you are back in line," the blue girl continued;
"each of you return onstage for you to be bid on and sold. 
You'll proceed in the same order, to the spotlight, where you'll
stand during the auction. 

"Crane will direct you.  At some point, he may ask you to
undress.  Do it.  After you're purchased, walk down the three
steps at the front of the stage, to the aisle.   I'll be waiting
there to put your handcuffs back on you.  After you're cuffed,
take a front row seat.   When you've all been sold, Nina will
lead you from the auditorium."

She paused and looked up and down the line.  "Do you have any
questions?" she asked.

Sheila was acutely conscious of the alcohol's effects.   The
drink on her empty stomach made her feel silly and giggly.  She
had a silly desire to blurt out in response, "No airheads here!"
but she suppressed the urge. 

"No?  Good!"  the blue girl said.  "To be sure you understand,
I'll explain how you'll be disciplined if one of you deviates
from my directions. 

She gave them a smile. 

"If you cause us any trouble, you'll be stripped naked.  Then, on
stage and in front of the audience, the guards will use their
belts on you.  They won't whip your face, but that's the only
part of your body where they won't whip you."

The blue girl went through the door to the stage and closed it
behind her.

Kelly, who was at the rear of the line of females said, sotto
voce, "Cheryl exaggerates.  Crane isn't that bad--he's more bark
than bite."


CHAPTER 26: Sheila is Auctioned

When Kelly closed the door behind them, it was dark, and Sheila
was disoriented.  She was in line behind Caroline White when she
felt something brush her left arm.  It required a few moments for
her eyes to adjust; then she realized that it had only been the
heavy stage curtain.   The line of girls was at one end of the
stage, with the curtain on the left of the line and a wall on the
right.  Ahead, Sheila saw an opening in the curtain, with a dim
light coming through it. 

Sounds of voices came through the drapery, including an
occasional laugh and cough, but they were muffled.  Except for a
rare loud word or two, nothing was intelligible. 

Then she heard a closer voice, that of Crane.  He described what
was to precede the auction; to Sheila it was a repetition of what
the blue girl had just told the group of captives.  He ended
with, "Nina!  You can send out the first candidate."

The blue girl gave Anne a shove, and the brunette appeared
briefly in the glare of the spotlight; a moment later she was out
of  view on the other side of the curtain.

Sheila heard a raised murmur of voices and a few delighted shouts
from males in the audience.  When the crowd quieted, Anne gave
her name and stated that she was a model and married.  Crane
added some further remarks about her education and background. 
No one spoke for a few minutes; and Sheila assumed that Anne was
turning on the stage, displaying her figure.  Crane thanked her.
A moment later she reappeared behind them at the rear of their
line.

Wendy went onstage next and went through the same steps as Anne,
but the crowd was more subdued.  Then it was Caroline White's
turn.  She received more enthusiasm than Wendy--no doubt because
of her shapely figure and larger breasts. 

Sheila, now at the front of the line, heard Crane thank Caroline.
 She didn't wait for Nina to shove her into the spotlight, but
she immediately walked out from between the curtains.

It took her as long to adjust to the light just as she had to the
darkness, but she soon could see that the 'auditorium' was much
smaller than she had anticipated.  There was a dim light over the
rear doors and light from the cracks between them, but except for
what was illuminated by the spotlight, everything else in the
room was too dimly lit to see.  Crane was beside her on her
right; and behind him were two guards.  One she recognized was
named Michael; he had been at their collaring in the shed.

The reaction from the audience to her appearance was ebullient,
and it seemed at least as loud as it had been for Anne.  Like the
brunette, she received enthusiastic male whistles.  The first row
seemed to be unoccupied, but she heard women in the second row
discussing her.   She waited for the noise to subside.

"Hey Crane!" some man at the rear yelled.  "Get more dolls like
this one.  Skip the skinny brunettes."

Another yelled "Jesus what a knockout!  Show us your tits
Blondie!"

Embarrassed and still a little nervous despite the alcohol,
Sheila hoped that the man beside her would quiet them, but he
waited silently with her and, without his intervention, the noise
finally subsided.

Sheila swallowed, and then began,  "M-My name is SheilaEricson."

 She was glad she had taken that course in public speaking in her
sophomore college year.  Her female advisor had recommended it. 
The woman had said, "It doesn't matter what profession you intend
to pursue, Sheila.  There will always be meetings where you'll be
expected to participate." 

Hoping her voice didn't betray her lies, Sheila said that she had
been married a year and that her husband had been with her on the
boat.  "We were together until today," she told them.  "I worked
as a waitress while I was in college, but since we married I've
been a housewife and haven't worked outside of the house."

Crane's eyes on her made her realize that it was time to display
herself.  Her heart pounding, she did a slow pirouette before the
audience.

"Thank you, Sheila," Crane said, dismissing her.

She returned through the curtain offstage, glad that was over,
and she was again standing behind Caroline.  The girl smiled at
her.  "My, did you ever get a reception!  I'll bet a really rich
guy gets you."

"The men out there didn't sound exactly refined."

"I know.  I'm scared, but  I'm glad for the drink;  I feel a bit
giddy from it."

"Ever since Crane talked to us on the beach, I've been panicky
about some guy owning me.  I'm afraid of what he'll do to me.  I
mean, more than the sex."

"Well, it isn't worth worrying about.  It has to be better than
walking the streets and picking up any old guy, like the girls do
in Times Square."

"A blue girl told me something that makes me feel a little less
worried.  Clients try to take care of their slaves.  They sell
you when they get tired of you, so they have a reason to keep you
in good condition."

Wendy, in front of Caroline, turned around.  She reached out and
hugged Sheila.

"Oh, Sheila!  I don't know how much we'll see of each other after
today," she said.

Sheila felt tears well in her eyes.  She hugged Wendy back.  
"Wendy, I'm so sorry I got you into this.  I wish I had never
have let you come in the limosine."

The auction had begun. 

Anne went out first, and there was the same commotion as
before--whistles and lewd remarks from men in the audience--but
this time Crane quieted the audience.  The curtain muffled his
words,  and Sheila understood little except when Crane began
calling out numbers that she presumed were bids.

The auction took about ten minutes, and Sheila heard Crane tell
Anne to take a seat.  The spotlight seemed to be the only
illumination in the room.  At least the seats for the girls had
been visible.  When she'd been in the spotlight, except for the
front row, the entire area where the audience sat had been pitch
dark.

Wendy took less time, perhaps five minutes, and Sheila heard
Crane call out only three numbers.

When Caroline White exited from behind the curtains to enter the
light she too was again greeted by hoots and whistles.  Her
auction took as long as Anne's.

Then Sheila was back onstage.

 Crane told her to reprise her 'pirouette' for the audience.  She
complied, amidst whistles and several male shouts of "Take it
off!"

Crane said, "They won't appreciate your figure as well with your
clothes on.  Kelly!"  he called.  "Come out, please."

The blue girl appeared from between the curtains.  "Do you want
her to undress so soon?" she asked.

"Yes," Crane said.  "The clients have already had good looks at
her appearance in evening dress."

"Have her leave her shoes and stockings on.  She has such nice
legs."

"I agree.  Besides that, it will emphasize her nakedness above
them."

"I bet they'll go nuts when they see her bod, Master Crane.  With
her fair skin, those black stockings will really make her sexy.
I bet she'll get over fifty thou."

Crane smiled.  "Not that much.  The highest bid to date is forty.
  These are mostly business men, Kelly.  Not many are going to
pay more than forty thousand dollars to have a female for a
month.  Don't forget, that's in addition to their other expenses,
particularly a suite."

"I think she will.   I'll bet money on it.  I say she'll get
fifty, or more!"

"You're impertinent, but if you're serious, I'll take your bet."

"I'll put up five hundred, U.S."

Crane raised his eyebrows.  "Can you afford that much, Kelly?"

"What else can I spend it on here, anyway, Master Crane?  I can't
play in the casino with clients."

"All right, but I hate to take your money.  Now, help Sheila with
her dress."

The drink helped, but in front of a crowd Sheila still felt
inhibited.  Her hands were trembling.  The slit began about three
inches above the top of her hose, and the zipper reached all the
way down to it.  Her heart was racing as she drew down the tab. 

At least I don't have underclothing to remove.  I hope this is
over soon! 

It came open completely, and there was no need to step out of it.
 Kelly drew the garment down from her shoulders and folded it
over an arm.  It left Sheila standing in the center of the stage
with the spotlight on her.  Except for her necklace, her shoes,
and her black stockings, she was naked.

In the small auditorium, the cheers and hoots were deafening. 
Some males made obscene suggestions but, too conscious of her
nakedness, Sheila's heart raced in her chest and her face felt
hot, and she hardly noticed them.

A male seated close to the stage made some request of Crane;
although Sheila paid no attention, she noticed when she heard the
words 'tits' and 'cunt'.

"Kelly," Crane ordered,  "Harden her nipples."

"Yes, Master." 

Sheila's eyes followed the girl, who moved in front of her. 
Kelly grasped Sheila's left breast with the fingers and thumbs of
both her hands and thrust her mouth upon it.  She began licking
the nipple voraciously, moving her head up and down.   She swept
her tongue around on the aroela and, using her tonguetip, she
flicked the nipple like a playing child working a light switch
rapidly on and off.

Initially there was laughter from the audience but, after a few
moments it grew attentive and sounds subsided. 

Kelly transferred her attention to Sheila's other breast.  In
less than a minute, both of Sheila's nipples were rock-hard. 

Kelly asked, "Are they  big enough, Master Crane?"

Crane encircled Sheila's waist with an arm, and he pulled her to
the edge of the stage.

"Bend forward," he told her.

She complied and Crane cupped his hands under her breasts, and he
pushed them outward.

"Can you see her nipples well enough, Hugo?" he asked.

"Yes," the man responded.  "I suspected that they might get that
big.  I like them."

"Good," Crane said.  He raised Sheila up.

"Turn around," he told her.

Her heart pounding, Sheila complied, showing her buttocks to the
audience. 

Crane said, "Spread your legs, and bend over.  Support yourself
with your hands on your knees."

Her face felt on fire, but she did as he ordered.

A moment later she was shocked as she felt his hands, from
behind, reach between her thighs.  His fingers gripped and spread
her labia.  Trembling, Sheila maintained the obscene posture
until Crane finally withdrew his fingers.

"All right, Hugo?"

"Yes.  She has a good-looking cunt.  Blonde hair on her labia. 
Amazing."

"Thank you, Sheila," Crane said.  "Kelly, help her get dressed."

Sheila turned around, and there was the blue girl holding her
dress out for her.

"That man," Crane explained as she slipped into the dress, "Will
probably buy you.   It's good business to allow a client to see
what he's getting."

As Sheila slipped her arms into the dress,  Crane began the
auction.

"I expect Sheila will command a premium, so I'm beginning the
bidding at fifteen thousand.  Those of you making that bid, and
all subsequent ones, blink your penlights, just as in the
previous auctions.  I won't single any of you out until the
number of bidders is reduced to two or three."

"Fifteen," he said, and penlights became illuminated all over the
dark room.  There were too many lights to count.

"Sixteen."  There appeared to be the same number of lights.

"Twenty."  Perhaps, now there were a few less.

"Twenty-two."  Now she was sure that there were fewer; she
thought less than twenty.

"Twenty-four."  fewer.

When Crane reached thirty, the bidding dropped precipitously. 
Only four lights remained on.  As he called "Thirty-six",
followed by each of the remainig twenties, the four stayed on. 
At "forty", one of those went out, leaving three lights on.  Two
were in the second row, near the center, close to where, earlier,
 Sheila had  heard several women discussing her attributes.

The bidding rose to "Fifty", at which point there were
interruptions:  First, the single flashlight near the rear of the
room went out.  Second, a woman who was evidently one of the two
remaining bidders, said aloud,  "I think the gentleman who is
competing with me should concede defeat.  I know very well who
you are, Hugo, and I intend to bid as much as it will take to buy
this girl."

"Just a moment, Crane," the man said. 

He walked between the stage and the first row of seats, in the
direction where the woman was.  Passing the three girls who had
been auctioned and were sitting in that row, he knelt on the
first empty seat and began talking to the woman.  Their voices
were low, and Sheila was unable to comprehend anything that they
said.

After a couple of minutes, the man said, "Crane, we've come to an
agreement about Sheila.  The lady will buy her for the fifty that
she's just bid.  She'll also pay ten for Sheila's husband."

Crane said, "I'll accept her bid for Sheila.  But, as for her
purchasing  Sheila's husband, the lady will have to appear at
tonight's auction for the males.  Ten may be enough to buy her
husband, but that depends on how much other clients bid for him.

 "Madame, your suite number?"

"Apartment three three three."

Crane grasped Sheila's hand.  He led her to the side of the stage
and down three steps to the auditorium floor to where Anne,
Wendy, and Caroline White were seated in the front row.  Sheila
took the unoccupied seat beside Caroline, the one the man who had
been bidding on her had just vacated.  She glanced behind it to
dimly make out the face of a youngish looking woman by the dim
reflected light from the stage.  She supposed that was the woman
who had purchased her.


CHAPTER 27: Leon & Babette Attend the Auction

As Leon and Babette entered the third floor stairwell, they met
five women descending from the floor above, the fourth floor,
where the most expensive suites were located. 

A slender redhead, younger than the other four women, greeted
them. 

"Heading for the Auction, Babette?" she asked, glancing at Leon
with a smile.

Leon estimated her age at about thirty-five.  He wondered how a
woman that young would be so wealthy that she could afford
Lecoliere Island.   She gave him an interested stare, but he was
accustomed to that.  Out of courtesy, he responded with a brief
smile.

"Oh, Kimberlee!" Babette exclaimed; it's wonderful to see you
again!"  She put her arms out, and the two of them hugged and
kissed.  Leon was amused by their lip to lip contact, but it was
too brief for him to infer much from the kiss.

"I was hoping so much that you'd be back this year, Kim," Babette
said.  "This is Leon.  We met in Paris after I broke up with
Paul."

The redhead coolly gave Leon her hand and he gallantly kissed it.
 Smoothly if mechanically, he said, "Delighted!"

She didn't appeal to his taste.  Breasts insignificant, and she
looked mannish.  He wondered if she was lesbian; and he thought
to later ask Babette if they had been lovers.

As the seven of them continued down the stairs, Babette
introduced Leon to the other four women. 

Rita was a bleached blonde.  Leon estimated her age at about
forty-five.  She was wearing a copious assortment of jewelry,
with at least six rings on her fingers, multiple bracelets, long
earrings, and even a sort of barette-like gold crown in her hair.
 Her dress was scarlet, a size too small, and as tasteless as the
jewelry.  Although she wasn't 'fat', she had a few more pounds on
her frame than would have been ideal, and the tight dress,
particularly without anything beneath the garment, only
emphasized the extra pounds. 

Behind Rita was another blonde.  When she saw Leon, she grasped
Babette's arm, exclaiming, "Goodness, Babette!  Where did you
find such a magnificent specimen of male?" 

She smiled at Leon, boldly meeting his eyes with her own.

"In Paris, Deirdre.  I met him about a month after I Paul and I
broke up.  We met at a reception in the American Ambassador's
residence." 

They continued down the stairs.

"I didn't know that you and Paul had broken up," the blonde
replied.  "What a shame.  I did like Paul." 

She looked again at Leon and smiled.  "But I adore your
replacement."

He guessed her age at about forty.  Although her voluptuous
figure was slightly overdeveloped, she looked well-preserved:
Perhaps, like Babette, she worked out.  Her hair looked bleached,
but she'd chosen a pleasing shade of dark gold.

In height, she was about five eight;  her oval countenance was
nearly round, with a small, turned-up nose, large eyes, and
sensuous, full lips that she had tinted a deep maroon.   Her
breasts were as prominent as Rita's and probably took D cups. 
Leon liked big busts on women.  When it came to fucking, he'd
prefer an over-buxom woman anytime to one with small breasts.   

Through her gown, there was no indication of nipples as there had
been through Rita's; doubtless she wore some support beneath it.
Their mobility was due to their weight.

She was dressed elegantly, in a blue gown that contrasted well
with her hair.  Her makeup was unobtrusive.  Her jewelry
comprised small gold loop earrings, a solitary sapphire gold
ring, and a gold choker necklace. 

A fourth woman, Esther, was a small woman, her height he guessed
was about five five and looked about Babette's age, close to
fifty.  Her figure was as trim a figure as that of the young
Kimberly.  Her hair was dark brown and Leon presumed from its
lack of gray that she dyed it.  She was dressed informally, in a
simple white blouse and black cotton skirt.

The last of the five women was Lindsey Lebeau.   Babette had told
him that the brunette was lesbian.  Behind her back, the cattier
women called her 'Lezzie'.   She looked in her upper thirties,
with a shapely figure, including prominent breasts.  Her dark
brown hair reached to her shoulders.  She said little when Leon
was introduced to her, appearing preoccupied.

Leon had heard her name long before he had met Babette, but he
couldn't recall when or where.  She was someone of importance in
Paris, probably in commerce.  Even in France lesbians had
difficulty cracking the political scene. He decided to, one way
or another, photograph her; the Director could identify her. 

She isn't the only celebrity here.  I heard a few women call that
large white-haired American 'Senator'.  It may be that like
'Colonel', the term in the States is not necessarily an official
term.  Still, it could be.  This entire situation is amusing;
Monsieur le Directeur may discover that too many important people
are here for him to dare sending in gendarmes or Securit .

The six women and Leon entered the Auditorium together. 

Kimberlee stopped, and she looked about the room.  "We're
fortunate, girls," she said; "We're the first ones here."

 "Let's go down in front," Rita said.  "We'll be able to see
everything from there."

Blue girls were carrying in folding chairs and setting them up at
the ends of rows and behind the fixed rows of seats.  Leon and
the women went to the front of the room where they encountered
and were halted by a ribbon that cordoned off the first row of
seats. 

Babette told Leon, "The first row is reserved for the new slaves.
 They sit there after they've been auctioned."

The women entered the second row, taking center seats directly
before the stage, which was only about six feet in front ofthem.

Leon waited for the women to pass him, intending to take the seat
after Babette.

"You go ahead, Babette," Deirdre said and, without waiting for a
response, she grasped Babette's arm and urged her into the row
before her.  Deirdre followed her, and she took the seat beside
Babette, separating her from Leon. 

"Come, Leon," she said, patting the empty seat beside her.  "You
sit beside me.  Babette won't mind."

Babette looked annoyed.  She appeared about to object, but they
were interrupted by a harried-looking young man rushing down the
aisle holding out a sheaf of papers.  About twenty years old, he
had a mop of unkempt light brown hair and thick glasses and
carried a satchel over one shoulder.  He stopped when he reached
their row.

"Do all of you intend to bid in the auction?" he asked.

Leon shrugged.  "I think so.  Why?"

"Here's the menu," the young man said.   He counted out sheets
and handed them to Leon.  "It includes tonight's as well as this
afternoon's auction.  Would you take one yourself and pass along
the rest?"

Leon took the top sheet and handed the balance to Deirdre.  The
young man withdrew a handful of pocket flashlights from his
satchel, handed these to Leon, and then turned and hurried back
up the aisle.

Leon passed all but one of the flashlights to Deirdre.  "I don't
need a flashlight to read this menu," he said.  He looked at the
sheet.  It had easily readible typescript and read:




                   Today's Menu

         Females

DuPre, Anne.  29.  Bn. LM(D).  Accompanied by husband Jerry (see
below). Somers, Wendy.  28.  Bn.  SM(A).  Single. White,
Caroline.  27.  Bn.  MM(C).  Accompanied by husband Fred (see
below). Ericson, Sheila.  22.  Be. LM(D).  Accompanied by husband
Ed (see below). Cole, Mia.  18.  A.  MM(B).  Single.  College
freshman. Harris, Robyn.  18.  Bk. LM(C).  Single.  College
freshman.  Roommate of Cole. Lyons, Jane.  17.  Be.  LM(D). 
Single.  High School Senior.  Acc. by date, Bill. Rollins,
Daphne.  17.  Bn. MM(C).  Single.  H.S.Sr.  Acc. by date, Ross.
Johnson, Cheryl.  17.  Be.  MM(C).  Single.  H.S.Sr. 
Cheerleader. Dennison, Denise.  16.  Bn.  MM(B).  Single. 
H.S.Jr.  Cheerleader. Rivers, Patricia (Patty).  16.  Bn.  MM(C).
 Single.  H.S.Jr. Caswell, Kathleen (Kathy).  15.  Be.  MM(B). 
Single.  H.S.Soph. Acc. by date, Eric.

                Males

Ericson, Edgar (Ed).  35.  B.  LP(8  , 8, 8  ) (Acc. wife
Sheila). DuPre, Jerrold (Jerry).  35.  Br.  LP(9  , 8, 9) (Acc.
wife, Anne). White, "Frederick (Fred).  32.  Br.  MP(7  , 7  , 8
) (Acc. wife, Caroline). Steen, William (Bill).  19.  Bl.  MP(7,
7, 8)  Coll.Soph. Sport Star. (Acc. date, Jane). Rivers, Ross. 
16.  Br.  MP(7, 7, 8).  H.S.Soph.  (Acc. date, Daphne). St. Cyr,
Eric.  16.  B.  MP(7  , 7, 8).  H.S.Soph. (Acc. date, Kathy).

Leon recalled most of the names of the females from the album,
but some were new.  He wondered why the album didn't include
these 'extras'.   He slipped the folded sheet into a pocket.  It
constituted hard evidence.

"Just wait," Deirdre said.  "You'll need it if you intend to bid
for one of the girls."

"Mmm?" he said, looking at her quizzically, but she simply
smiled.

During the subsequent twenty minutes, the room filled.  Looking
to the rear, Leon was unable to spot a single empty seat.  A few
persons, who were probably staff personnel, were standing near
the back wall.

A man dressed in a white jacket and white slacks walked down the
aisle past them and stepped onto the stage. 
He held a portable microphone, unnecessary Leon thought, with the
room as small as it was.    

"Most of you know me," he began.  My name is Crane; I'm the
manager for the Corporation's island activities.   I welcome all
of you, and particularly our new guests who arrived this morning.
 I hope you our accommodations are to your liking.      "A
shipment of slaves came on your cruise ship.  Those of you who
take part in today's auction are more fortunate than our past
guests.  The quality of the females that we're offering today is
exceptional. 

"Many of my clients like their purchases to be young.  For those
of you who do prefer young females, we received three today who
are seventeen years old, two who are sixteen, and one who is just
fifteen.  Each of these possesses a figure fine enough to win a
beauty contest.  Even that of the fifteen year old would look
well as the centerfold of Penthouse Magazine.

"Just twelve females are on the block this afternoon.  Most of
you here this afternoon won't, unfortunately, be successful in
buying one but, nevertheless, I want to make your sojourn on the
island as satisfying as possible.  For the benefit of guests who
are visiting Lecoliere for the first time, allow me to give you
some information to facilitate that.

"Nights here are devoted to partying.  You'll be invited to many
soir es, and I recommend that you accept as many invitations to
them as possible.  The host of a typical party here features his
latest purchase as the party's principal attraction.  The evening
will begin by a performance by his purchase; she will perform
acts for your entertainment, ones to illustrate her abilities and
to raise your libido.  Following this and for the balance of the
evening she'll be available to satisfy your personal requests.

"The other means to make your stay here satisfying is accessible
through my staff.  I rent a number of previously-owned slaves. 
You can lease one for time periods extending from one night to as
long as you wish.  Occasionally, a client asks me to keep his
slave in storage for his exclusive use, and he rents one of our
basement cells to keep her during his absence.  My only use of
such slaves is for kitchen and maid service."

The lights abruptly went out.  Only a single light remained on, a
spotlight that illuminated the center of the stage and the
curtains where they came together.  The rest of the room was very
dark, and it was several moments before Leon was even able to
distinguish the women beside him by the meager light reflected
off the stage.

"My electrician Jeffrey follows orders by his watch," Crane said.
 "Jeff!  Please turn the lights back on.  I'll inform you when I
want them off."

The lights came back on. 

"I'm running short of time.  I'll describe the ground rules for
our auction.

"First, you'll have a preview of every girl before any bidding. 
Each one will appear here on stage and say a few words about
herself.  She'll subsequently return behind the curtains, and the
next girl will appear and do the same.  They'll appear in the
order of eldest first and youngest last.

"After this preview, the first will reappear onstage, and the
auction will begin.  The girl will remain beside me here.  All of
our lights except for the spotlight which illuminates the female
will remain out.  

"The purpose of the room-darkening is to preserve the anonymity
of my clients.  Many are prominent citizens and prefer their
presence here on the island, and especially their involvement in
the bidding, to remain private.  During the auction, all you need
state is the amount of your bid.  Use the flashlight that you've
received to give me an idea of your location.  To those of you
who make the final successful bid, need not state your name. 
Simply tell me the number of your apartment or suite. 

"The financial transactions will be conducted tomorrow or, if you
prefer immediate delivery, then payment will occur tonight when
your purchase is brought to you.  For those of you wanting
delivery tonight, please see me or one of my blue girls soon
after the auction to inform us of that.  Following the auction of
the last girl, Jeff will re-illuminate the lights."

Crane paused.  "Are there any questions?"

A male voice asked, "Will the girls be naked?"

"Briefly," Crane said, but if you're seated too far back, you can
come onstage, and  I'll ask the girl show you her attributes."

A male voice shouted from the darkness, "Her cunt!" 

Although the words elicited a few laughs, Crane looked bored. 
Leon supposed that he'd probably heard such remarks many times
before.

"Any other questions?  No?  Fine, then; we'll proceed.  Kelly,
send out the first girl."


CHAPTER 28: Albert & Hugo Attend the Auction

Albert entered their suite.  His brother was in an armchair
reading.  Albert found his college work too involving, and he
seldom had time for pleasure reading.  But Hugo, despite all his
activities, even when he'd been in graduate school, always found
time to read.

"What's the book?" he asked.

Hugo held it up.  "Bulgakov," his brother said.  "'The Master and
Marguerita'.  This is my second reading of it.  One of the great
novels of the last century.  Are you familiar with it?"

Albert shook his head.  "I don't read much fiction.  I haven't
since high school.  Do you still read a lot?  I remember when I
was a kid I used to see you on the front porch swing, reading."

"I didn't read as much when I owned the company, but I did read
some.  For relaxation, principally fiction."

"Did you go running this morning?"

Hugo nodded.  "I got back just in time to beat the downpour.  On
my way out I passed the shipment of girls.  They had just come
off the ship."

Hugo closed the book and smiled.  "There are some appetizing ones
in this bunch.   I'm very tempted to have one of them in my bed
tonight.  If not tonight, then as soon as her training is done."

"Well, you can afford it.  I'll have to rent one like you did
last year.  That is, if I can afford it.  How much does Crane
charge?   Have you seen him yet?"

Hugo shook his head.  "He's been too busy.  When I do see him, 
I'll let him know that you're just out of school.  His charges
vary but, if you're willing to settle for a woman past her
twenties who doesn't have a body to illustrate a centerfold,  you
can probably afford one.  Anyway, Crane is flexible. Once he
knows you're my brother, he might even give you a freebie.  He
can probably keep you off his books.    

"Tonight, I'll see if he has free time.  Besides telling him
about you,  I'd like to pick up our boxing where we left off five
years ago."

"In Puerto Rico?"

Hugo nodded.  "When I was setting up the lab.  He was managing a
casino, and we met in the San Juan Athletic club.  We're . . . At
least we were fairly evenly matched.  He is more a street
fighter, a Dempsey type.  Tough.  I was first on our team in
college and, when he told me he'd never had lessons, I thought
he'd be easy.  Even though he didn't know all the moves, he was
all I could handle."

"They're setting up for the auction.  I came up to let you know.
One of the girls in blue told me that she expected the shipment
to be ready in about an hour."

"Why don't I show you around the building?" Hugo proposed. "When
we get down to the main floor we'll stick our noses in to see how
close they are to starting."

He inserted a marker in the book and slipped his sandals back on.
 They left the room and headed down the long corridor, toward the
rear stairwell.

* * *

As they exited the stairwell on the ground floor, they found
their way blocked by a blue girl leading a group of girls and
women, all or almost all in evening dress and wearing leather
slave collars, with their hands bound in handcuffs attached by
chains to their collars.   A guard in a tan uniform followed the
group.  The blue girl led them single file through a door into a
dimly lit room.

"They're gorgeous!" Albert whispered.  He had counted eleven of
them as they left the hall.  "Are they the ones to beauctioned?"

"Probably," Hugo answered.  "I recognize two that I saw this
morning when they were coming from the ship.  This group is
better looking than the ones I saw last year, although I never
saw that entire group together.  These look like they've been
made up.  Their hair looks styled, at least on some of them.  I
don't know if we'll get to see them undressed.  Maybe those gowns
are supposed to serve the purpose instead.    The girls are naked
underneath those dresses."

The guard followed the girls into the room and closed the door
behind him.  Hugo and Albert went past the door to the double
doors and pushed their way in.

A few other clients were present toward the front of the room and
were already seated. 

"We'd better go in," Hugo said.  "I'd like seats near thefront."

"You're really going to buy a girl?" Albert asked.

"I told you that I was," Hugo told him, sounding a bit irritated.
 "How often are you going to ask that, Albert?  If I don't get
one, the only reason will be that I've been outbid."

Looking around from the rear of the room, Albert thought the
'Auditorium' name euphemistic.  The room was far smaller than any
assembly hall that he had ever seen, and that included ones in
his elementary school, high school, and college. 

"We used this room last year as a cinema," Hugo said, as they
walked down the aisle. "A client that I met in here told me a
little of the history of this island.  He said that this room was
designed for only fifty spectators.  See those fixed seats?  The
ones in front.  Just five rows, with ten seats in each."

A girl in a blue dress was directing the seating.  She and two
other girls were carrying in metal folding chairs and setting
them up behind the fixed rows of seats.

Albert suggested aiding the girls, but Hugo smiled, restraining
him. 

"These are slaves, Albert," he told his brother.  "Get used to
treating them as slaves."

"Well, I know," Albert responded; "But these ones in the blue
dresses apparently have a lot of authority.  They don't act much
like slaves."

"It's relative.  Just wait.  When you see how a few clients treat
them, you'll realize how little authority they actually have. 
Crane may not be aware of what some of the girls have to put up
with from an occasional client.  If I see Crane tonight, I'll
tell him.  Although it could be things are different this year. 
Last year I saw things happen in the corridors of this building
that were almost incredible.  The clients won't like my
squealing, but I don't care much what they think. 

"One guy made a blue girl give him a bj--a thorough one--right in
the hallway.  After he left and the girl was zipping up her
dress, she saw me.  I remember her words: 'That Wally is a pig!'
That was my opinion of the guy, too."

The blue girls set up three additional rows with the folding
chairs.  The girl directing added one chair to each end of the
front fixed row; then she cordoned off  the entire front row with
red ribbon.

"I'm surprised," the younger man said to his brother.  "I
calculated eighty-two chairs.  I didn't realize so many clients
were staying here.  Your friend Crane must make a bundle from
this place."

"I suppose so," Hugo responded.  "But he has plenty of overhead.
I doubt if he pays the blue girls, but he has trainers, guards,
and technical personnel.   They have a generator, a transmitter,
and a die shop here.  He has to pay for supplies.  Whoever snares
and ships the girls has a dangerous job.  I'm sure Crane has to
pay the shipper a big cut.

"These chairs probably aren't all for clients.  Some may be for
staff and blue girls.

"Last year, besides us clients, a lot of Crane's guards and
trainers attended the movies in here.  As for the auctions,  I
didn't see any.  There was one the day I arrived here, but I
missed it.  I left before there was another shipment."

The brothers took seats as close to the front stage as they
could, in the second row, behind the cordoned one.  The six
middle seats were already taken by a group of women and one man,
a tall and extremely handsome one of about Hugo's age who
reminded Albert of the latest double oh seven star.  The two
brothers took seats close to the aisle.  Other people began to
enter, and a single male client took the last seat in the row, on
the other side of the women.

Albert glanced to each side.  "I guess we're lucky we arrived
early," he said;  "but I'm surprised to see all the women."

"So am I," his older brother said.  "Last year I didn't see many
female clients.  Only five or six the entire time I was here."

"This one row alone has six women in it.  Only two men besides
us." 

Albert looked at the rows behind them.

"The row behind us has all men in it and it's already full. 
Maybe all the women came together, and they just arrived earlier
than the men."

"Well, that would be a first,"  his brother said.

A framed stage stood in the front of the room.  To Albert it
looked  rather like a box.  The stage was raised to match the
level of one side of a rectangular hole that faced the rows of
seats.  It was separated from the first row by five or six feet.

"It was made by Machine Shop personnel," Hugo said.  "It was
supposed to be temporary but it's become a permanent fixture. 
The film screen is rolled into a recess in the ceiling of the
box." 

Half-closed curtains hung to each side of a dais that had been
placed in the center of the stage.  "The curtains are used for
live plays," he added. 

"I saw one of them.  The actors were a mix of slaves and clients.
 It was the sort of tableau that Parisians would call 'une
exhibition'."

"Pornographic," Albert remarked.

Hugo smiled.  "Isn't that what you'd expect?  The films last year
were also porn.  I think they were all made here.  If you keep
your eyes open in this building, you'll spot cameras, especially
in the apartments and suites.     The films that I saw were of
real activities--mostly parties--that occurred here."

Glancing at his brother, he said, "What we do here might be
videotaped."

"Uh!" his brother exclaimed, grimacing.  "I don't like that.  I
don't have your guts, Hugo, or your experience with women. 
Technology Institutes don't have a lot of coeds.  I had damn few
dates as an undergraduate.  If wasn't for my trips to the 'Combat
Zone', I'd have been celibate for the last few years." 

His brother smiled.  "Just wait until a gorgeous slave arrives at
our suite.  You'll dispense with your inhibitions."

Albert looked back again.  All of the fixed seats were filled by
men.   No, he corrected himself.  Near the isle there was one
woman, older, fortyish perhaps but attractive, beside an older
man.  Then he spotted two more women among the crowd of men.

About half of the folding chairs were filled.  In those, except
for three girls in blue, all the occupants were male.  Two wore
tan guard uniforms.  The ages of the male clients ranged, he
guessed, from about thirty to ones with white-hair who had to be
at least in their sixties. 

He looked again to the side, at the group of six women.   Except
for one young one, they seemed to be fortyish or fiftyish, but
with women, Albert found it difficult to judge age.

They were so close to the stage that Albert feared he'd annoy
those sitting around him if he spoke in a normal tone of voice,
so he whispered. "That blue girl is passing out some things. 
Most people are taking them."

"Well, take one from her," his brother whispered back, sounding
irritated..  He glanced momentarily at the girl and then back to
Crane, whose information he seemed intent on hearing. 
Albert stood up and motioned to the girl.  She held a sheet out
along with what looked like a pocket flashlight over several
clients.  He reached over them.  "Will you be bidding?" she
asked, before handing over anything.

"Um, I'm not sure, but my brother will be."

"I'd better give you two of each," she said, and handed him the
items.

Albert sat back down.  He looked at the sheet and read,  "The
items will be auctioned in the order shown." 

He turned the sheet over, looking for a key, but the reverse was
blank.

He showed the sheet to Hugo and pointed to the "Br.  LM(D)" on
the line that began with "DuPre, Anne", but his brother only
briefly glanced at it and shrugged, as if to say "I have no
idea".

Hugo was still following Crane's preview of the auction.

"You may prefer to train slaves yourself," Crane said.  "For
those of you who do, my staff will deliver your purchase to your
apartment tonight, bathed and completely prepared for you. 
Inform us in advance if you have any special wishes concerning
her preparation.  My staff will try to accommodate you.

"In the absence of any special requests, we give every slave
enemas until she's thoroughly cleaned out.  After bathing her, we
fill her rectum with petroleum jelly.  We omit oral and vaginal
preparations unless you specifically request some.  The same
applies to specula.  I won't explain them now.  Those of you who
are unfamiliar with specula can enquire about them from mystaff.

"Some of the accessories that we provide include restraints,
collar, handcuffs,  ankle cuffs, and snap hooks.  All match the
rings on the collars that the slaves here wear as well as the
rings that you'll find protruding from locations in yoursuites."

"After their parade, I'll call the first one back.  She'll
undress and remain so for a short time to allow you to look her
over.  She'll dress, and the bidding on her will begin.  As soon
as she's sold, the next girl will come out. 

"The minimum bid for each girl is ten thousand US dollars.  In
the auction tonight for the males it will be five thousand.  I
believe that each of you who plans to bid has been provided with
a pocket flashlight.  All you need do to place a bid is to turn
it on after I've stated the value of the bid to indicate that
you'll meet that figure."

Crane paused a moment, and one man raised his hand.

"Yes, George?"

"How soon can we get the slave?," a man asked.    "Are you in a
hurry?" Crane asked.  There was a flurry of laughter.    "Well, 
I am.  I saw a girl this morning that I wanta take to my
apartment,  ASAP.  Do you have any problem with my giving you a
check right after I give the top bid for her?"    "No," Crane
replied.  "But, in that case,  I can't promise how well she'll
perform for you.  She might brain you with a vase or anything
else that she finds in your suite."    "Well, fuck, Crane!" the
man said; "Just deliver her.  I'll worry about that.  Just send
her up with her hands tied behind her back."   "All right,
George.  She'll arrive handcuffed, with the cuffs fastened to her
collar.  Her guard will bring some of our training devices if you
want--vibrators, a prod, and whips. Will that be  satisfactory?"
  "Sure, fine."  The man sat down.  
"Are there any more questions?"    "Yeah!"  Another man stood up.
 "I'm gonna want to see the girl up close before I bid on her. 
You know, to  see her tits or whatever.  Can I go up on the
stage?"    "Yes. I already mentioned that you could.  But don't
touch her.  If you want to see her more intimate parts . . ."   
"Her cunt!" a man yelled.  It elicited a few hoots.    "I'll have
her exhibit herself for you," Crane said.  "Will that be
satisfactory?"    "I guess so.  Sure."    "Are there any more
questions?"    A red-haired woman, younger than any of the female
clients  that Albert had yet seen--he supposed that she was in
her mid-thirties--stood up.   She wore a tight-fitting but
obviously expensive red gown, a ruby necklace, and a huge diamond
on a finger of the hand that she held up.  "When do we bid on the
men?  And, will they disrobe also?" 

"I already mentioned that, Kimberlee: Their auction will take
place after dinner tonight.  As to their attire,  all of the men
will be naked.    If you want a better view of any you have an
interest in purchasing, I'll arrange to have the man taken down
to where you're seated.  You won't have to come up on the stage."
  He paused and looked at his watch.  "I thought we'd be further
along by now."

"Kimberlee, if you have no interest in this auction, you're
welcome to leave. I'll post a notice about the men's auction as
soon as this one is over."    "Thank you, Crane," the woman said.
 "At least for now, I'll stay."    "More questions?  No?  All
right.  Jeff, please extinguish the lights!"

All of the lights except the spotlight on the center of the stage
went out.

"Guard, please have each female enter and come onto the stage in
the usual order.  Don't move them too quickly.  Send out about
one per two minutes."    Guided by Crane, and with a guard beside
her, each girl appeared from some hidden rear entrance.  She said
a few words about herself, paraded slowly across the stage,
stopped a moment in the center to pirouette around, and finally
disappeared behind the curtain at the right side of the stage.


CHAPTER 29: Leon & Babette Attend the Auction, Part Two

I couldn't have gotten a better seat!

Leon smiled in the dark room.  It was difficult to concentrate on
the auction when he considered his good fortune.  Both of the men
on his left had been involved in the bidding, and the younger man
had actually purchased a girl.  She was the least attractive of
the entire twelve females that had paraded over the stage, but
that was simply his taste.  She wasn't ugly, far from it, but her
figure was slender.  Leon preferred bit tits.  He guessed that
hers probably took A cups or at most, B's. 

The man's companion had called him Albert.  Crane had called his
companion by name, Hugo; so he had two first names, one of whom
had actually purchased a slave and the other who had wanted to.

Before the lights had been extinguished, Leon had observed the
youth of the younger man.  He looked no older than the female he
had bought, about twenty-five.  He had assumed the man's wealth
must have been inherited, he was too young to be a successful
self-made business man.  However, during the bidding it became
apparent that the older man was doing the paying.  That had
seemed odd, since the older was too young to be the other's
father.  They might be brothers or perhaps some deal was
involved.

To Leon's surprise, Lindsey had outbid everyone to buy that
blonde, Sheila.   Judging from the numerous penlights that were
lit during the bidding, it looked like at least half the
people--chiefly men, of course, but two women, including
Babette--had bid on the blonde. 

He presumed that some politics was involved in the final result.
Hugo, who had been Lindsey's final competitor in the auction, had
made some deal with her before he himself bowed out.   

If I can, I'll find out what sort of deal she made with Hugo to
get the blonde.  The wealth of these clients must be enormous; 
the Director can't possibly guess what the repercussions will be
if Securit  conducts a raid on this island!

A petite, auburn-haired girl came into the spotlight.  She was
attractive enough but, after seeing that spectacular blonde
Sheila naked, Leon was unimpressed by Mia.

A hand touched his right leg.  It lay there on the cotton leg of
his pants as if it was the armrest, without moving.

Leon was amused. 

Is Deirdre bored with the auction?  Or does she have more in
mind? 

In the dark, her actions, if any, wouldn't be seen by anyone.  He
was interested in seeing how much nerve she had, but he didn't
intend to encourage her.  He devoted his attention to Crane and
the girl on the stage.

Crane was describing the auburn-haired Mia, who was eighteen and
a college sophomore.

Instead of the evening gowns that most of the women had worn, she
was dressed in a sky blue jumper.  Leon watched as she undid her
dress.  

Deirdre's hand crept slowly over his pantleg toward his crotch. 
It stopped just short of the bump in his trouser crotch that was
his flaccid penis. 

It lay there for some minutes while, on the stage, Mia handed her
dress to the blue girl and then turned around on the stage,
displaying her nude body.

The hand, spider-like, began to creep up onto the hump in his
thin summer-weight trousers.  It stopped on the peak, unmoving.

 He grinned.  It was becoming difficult to concentrate on Mia,
despite looking over her shapely body.

Deirdre's fingers kneaded the head, repeatedly squeezing and
releasing it with her fingertips, and his cock grew beneath her
palm.

Crane was calling out bids on Mia.   Kelly was helping the girl
get dressed.  

"Twenty!" Crane called out. 

In his pants, Leon's cock was a pole supporting Deirdre's hand.

Deirdre moved in her seat, and Leon felt what was probably her
shoulder,  pressing against his chest.  She was leaning over his
lap, and he caught the scent of her perfume, fragrant and light.
 Her other hand joined the first on his pants.  After a few
moments of groping about between his legs, she found his fly. 
Her fingers unzipped it, and his cock bobbed out, freed.  Leon
felt cool room air on its skin.  

The hands stopped moving.

What a tease!

Leon's right arm lay on the armrest and the warmth and weight of
her breasts were pressing on it through her gown.  He was tempted
to grasp them, but was more determined not to encourage her,
interested in seeing how far she might proceed, and he desisted.

Crane, up on the stage, called out "Sold!"

One of Deirdre's hands, the new one, moved toward his cock.  Leon
felt cool fingers very lightly touch it.   After pausing, they
moved upward to the head, and fingertips lightly held it.  They
explored all of its contours.  Then the hand descended.  When it
was halfway down the shaft, the fingers encircled  it and began
to pump the skin up and down.

Leon clenched his teeth.  He tried to concentrate on the scene on
the stage. 

Crane grasped Mia's hand, and he led her down from the stage.  A
blue girl put handcuffs on Mia, and the girl moved along the row,
passing the four women who had already been auctioned and stopped
at the seat beside the blonde, Sheila.  Mia sat down; she was
located two seats to his right, directly in front of a woman in
his row, possibly Rita.

The cool fingers pumped Leon's cock, delicately but unceasingly.
 Periodically, Deirdre's hand imparted a sudden and violent
downward thrust to her hand, using her wrist as a hinge, and the
resulting thrills rachetted his arousal higher.  Her fingers were
expert, and Leon doubted that he could resist having an orgasm.

Crane climbed back on stage.  He called, "Robyn!"

The other hand moved.  It reached into his fly and fingers--cool
as the previous ones--groped about in his silk undershorts.  They
found his balls, enclosed them, and drew them out.  Deirdre's
fingers and thumb encircled the skin above them like a rope,
imprisoning his balls below her fist in a sack as tight as a
fully inflated balloon.  One finger--perhaps her pinky--tickled
the taut skin under them with a long nail.

Mia's roommate, Robyn, came out from behind the curtains.   As
petite as Mia, her breasts were larger and, for her size, looked
weighty.   When she removed her dress, her long black hair
reached so far down her back that it covered the dimple above the
crack of her buttocks.

Leon concentrated on the scene onstage, but it was becoming more
difficult by the minute.  The  hands of the woman beside him were
far more effective in drawing his attention than anything that
occurred in the spotlight. 

Merde!

Deirdre was suddenly pumping her hand as rapidly as a jackhammer.
  Before he knew it she'd pushed him over the edge.

Leon gritted his teeth.  He felt his penis jerk and squirt and,
with the light of the spotlight behind it, he saw the streak of
semen arc over onto the seat before him.   

Leon closed his eyes and, although it was incredibly difficult, 
he suppressed all reaction except  an initial "Uh!" that escaped
his lips.

A moment later he felt the warmth of her mouth enclosing the head
of his organ.  Then his arms were about her and holding her and
he felt, along with the thrills of each spasm, the contractions
of her  tongue and throat and heard the nearly inaudible but
unmistakable sounds that accompanied them.

CHAPTER 30: The Rest of the Females are Sold

From her seat in the front row, Sheila watched as Mia Cole was
auctioned.  Auburn-hair, and eighteen years old, she possessed a
petite and shapely figure with B cup breasts.   A man, anonymous
because of the darkness, bought her.  After the last silent bid
was made, Crane called out "Sold!" and the man stated his
apartment number.

Mia's roommate, Robyn, with large breasts for her equally petite
figure was auctioned next.  When she removed her dress, her long
black hair reached so far down her back that it covered the
dimple just above the crack of her buttocks.   From the talk of
the women behind her, Sheila gathered that the purchaser was
named 'George'.

"I'm pretty certain that's George buying her," one of the women
remarked.  "He has such a fetish for big tits.  He pointed out to
me this morning which of those girls that he intended to bid on.
That big-titted Anne or  that blonde that you just bought were
his first two choices.  He said that if he couldn't get either of
them then the delightful little thing with the long black hair
who's displaying herself this moment was his next choice."

"Is the suite number his?" a second woman asked.

"I'm not sure, Lindsey.  But, the voice sounded like his."

Jane Lyons, the seventeen year old blonde who Sheila remembered
from the ship, came out on the stage.   She was dressed in a
scoop-necked royal blue evening gown, gold earrings, and a gold
chain necklace.

Crane told her, "Undo the zipper, Jane.  Kelly will take your
dress."

The blonde shook her head.  She mumbled something that might have
been, "I-I can't," but in such a soft voice that Sheila wasn't
sure.

Crane repeated his words and added, "Help her, Kelly."

"No, no!" Jane cried, loudly.  "I won't!"

Kelly reached  for the girl's zipper, but Jane pushed her hand
aside.  She exclaimed, "I can't do that in front of all these
people!  I won't!"

Kelly tried to reason with her, saying  "The other girls all did
it, Jane.  You have to."

"No!"

Crane said.  "Kelly, discipline her.  But avoid leaving whip
marks.  If her Master likes them, let him be the one to make
them."

"Yes, Master Crane." 

Kelly said to the blond guard who stood behind the girl.  She
said, "Hold her Michael?"

"Sure thing, Kelly."

He reached around Jane's waist and grasped her forearms, above
the wrists.  He pulled them behind her and held them. 

Jane struggled to pull her arms free.  "Stop it!" she cried; "Let
me go!"

Kelly grasped the slide tab of Jane's gown.   She zipped it down
until the dress was open to Jane's waist.  She pulled the dress
open,  pushed the lapels to each side, and pulled the girl's
large breasts up and out, until they jutted starkly out over the
unopened lower part of her gown.

Blushing, Jane twisted her torso, trying to free herself.  She
cried, "Let me go!" her struggles causing her heavy breasts to
swing about.

Gene removed his belt.  He handed it to Kelly. 

"I'm sorry, Jane, but I have to encourage you," Kelly said.  Jane
grew wide-eyed as Kelly drew back her arm.

"Hold her steady, Michael."

"No problem," he replied.  He held girl's forearms crossed behind
her back, causing her shoulders to pull back.  In spite of Jane's
grimace of pain, it gave the appearance that the girl was
deliberately thrusting out her bared breasts.  To the audience
behind Sheila, who couldn't see what the guard had done,  it must
look as though Jane was offering them as targets.

Kelly swung the belt at Jane's breasts.  The leather impacted
with a sound like a hand-clap, striking fully across both
nipples.  The blow was hard enough to cause her breasts to bob
about wildly. 

 "Ow!" Jane cried, and she burst into tears.  "T-That hurt!"

"Tell me when you're ready to cooperate," Kelly said.   "Keep
holding her, Michael."

She brought it again across the blonde's breasts; this just under
her nipples, on the lower halves of her large aroelas.  It flung
her breasts upward and again into a wild bobble.

"Ow!!  Stop, please stop!!"  Jane exclaimed.  Between sobs, she
cried, "Don't hit me again;   I'll do what you want."

"O.K., Michael," Kelly said.  She returned the belt.

The guard released the girl's arms, and Jane wiped her cheeks
with her palms.

"Hurry up!" Kelly told her.  "Next time I'll give it to you where
you'll really feel it!"

With shaking hands Jane unzipped her dress and Kelly helped her
out of the garment.  The blonde caused no further problems, and
the bidding went to forty for her.  The final two competitors for
Jane were a man, who sounded to Sheila like the same man who had
been bidding for her--'Hugo' Crane had called him-- and a woman
in the same row just behind her, but not the one who had
purchased Sheila herself.

The five other girls--the seventeen year olds Daphne and Cheryl,
the sixteen year olds Denise and Patty, and the fifteen year old
Kathy--were purchased by men.


* * *

To be continued . . .


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