Sold

By Heather ©

(and a heap of thanks to Solomon)

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

WARNING: This story is pretty intense, but as with all my stories, nothing really happens to the characters that they haven’t asked for or injures them. Wait until the end of the story before thinking otherwise, or if in doubt at any time - STOP READING!! I’m preparing to write a feature length horror story and this is my test run.

The sweat from my own fear was running into my eyes and was stinging. The makeshift stage I was on was lit up just enough so I could hardly make out a thing past the glow of the lights. I wasn’t sure what my captors had given me, but it seemed like it was wearing off and I was coming back to coherency. The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke was heavy all around me and the noise of all the loud chatter seemed deafening.

I was trying so hard to make sense out of my surroundings and what was going on. It was almost like a wild frat party, but I had no idea where I was. I could barely remember my own name, let alone what was going on around me. I struggled to remember how I got to where I was at the present, but nothing came to me. I figured I had to be really drunk because none of the people talking around me made any sense, and I could barely open my eyes.

I was having quick glimpses of surreal scenes that seemed to involve me in some way, and maybe other people I knew, but none of them seemed to relate to the others. I decided to move and tried taking a step forward but seemed to sway backwards at the attempt. I could make out my arms rising past my head and guessed that someone was trying to hold me up. And now in the background I could hear someone calling my name over and over. They seemed so alarmed by something that I suddenly had the fear that I may be in a room that was on fire. I struggled to move forward again, and again I swayed backward at the attempt. It was almost impossible, but I looked at my right arm beside my head and followed it upward to see who was holding it that way.

I followed my arm up until I saw that it met my left arm over my head. My hands seemed to be clasped together and unattended by anyone. My head dropped because I didn’t have the strength to hold it looking upward any longer. When I saw myself as my head jolted to a hanging position, I could see I had no blouse on and my little girls were all sweaty and my nipples were very hard. I thought that the air around me must be cold and was reacting with the sweat to make them hard. It never occurred to me why my chest would be undressed.

I became aware of someone acting like an announcer, and after speaking for a while, someone from beyond my vision would yell something out in response to him. Then there was a hand on me, turning me around somehow, and then I faintly felt a slap on my ass. The resounding sting made me believe that I had nothing on below my waist as well. I struggled to see what was before me now that the lights were also lighting up the area behind me. My name was being cried out again and I saw it came from one of the figures that had been behind me before I had been spun around. There was a second figure next to that one, and they were both in unusual forms.

A bunch of cheering was going on just as I was understanding that both of the figures before me were of people, girls I believe. I started to understand that their hands were also in the air and clasped together. I forced my mind to shudder to make a stab at reality, and for a brief moment it became clear to me. The figure on the right was Michelle and she was calling my name repeatedly. The figure beside her was Amy and she appeared to be passed out, but her hands were in the air like mine. As my eyes focused, I saw that both of my friends’ hands were held up because there was rope around them. I looked up and saw my hands also were held together with rope. Then I lost my understanding again as I slipped back into a fog. I was definitely coming off of something and it didn’t seem like booze.

Again I was spun around almost magically to a loud applause and chatter. And then I heard something that my mind told me resembled something I knew well for some reason. If the words were normal compared to their pronouncement, I would expect them to be coming from an amateur auctioneer as he was about to bang his gavel signaling a sale. I was suddenly quite concerned over my apparent nudity and indeed, the banging of a hammer like object. Almost immediately, I seemed to fall, be caught by someone, and then hoisted over a man’s shoulders. I was being carried somewhere and then handed to another man, who also threw me over his shoulder. I felt hands all over my body, seemingly as if I was being prodded and molested by aliens. Little did I know!

I was coming to another block of consciousness and lifted my head to peer back into the light I had just been taken out of and saw my friend Michelle being brought forward as if to take my place. My eyes grew wide as if I was just waking up to the seriousness of the situation. The figures were of Michelle and Amy, and they too were both nude. I finally figured out the chatter around me wasn’t as much incoherent to me as it was a different language. I saw Michelle looking terrified and crying. She kept looking at me and crying out, “Jen, Jen, wake up.” The chatter became deafening again and as I was spun around because the shoulders I was lain over wanted to see the stage, I started to understand what was happening. I still had no idea how it had come about, where we were at, but I knew my friends and I were being sold at some kind of auction in a Latino bar of some sort.

A wave of relaxation came over me as I understood this was all a weird ass dream happening to me. It was the only thing that could explain this horrendous behavior. I think I was even smiling knowing that people simply were not sold as property, and slung over shoulders. This was all a twisted little sex dream I was making up in my mind. That’s when one of the many hands reaching out to grope at my bare skin reached for a grab of my petite little tit. It hurt when he grabbed it way too hard and I said, “Hey, easy.”

I heard the owner of the hand say he was sorry; in broken English. I looked at the small framed man, saw he was apparently Mexican, and asked, “You speak English?”

He said he spoke a little English, so I asked him what was going on. I was expecting to hear a wildly absurd, sexually charged story about sex, domination, and abduction. That’s what one of my twisted sex dreams might be capable of coming up with, but what I heard was way too scary to be a dream.

“Pedro has bought you. Now you’re his to play with. And look… you friend is getting bought now too.” I struggled to look back to the stage just in time to catch a glimpse of Michelle being lifted over another mans shoulder at the foot of the stage. She was much more awake than I was and was kicking and screaming. I could tell by the way her body was thrashing around that her hands had to be lashed together, just as her feet. The man holding me turned and she went from my sight, but I heard her screaming coming closer to me. Even over all the noise clutter of this building, her screams for me to hear her were very definite.

I started thrashing around myself and was beginning to fully comprehend what was going on, as well as just how nude I was. My consciousness was making me aware that it wasn’t alright to be nude, nor have all these hands grabbing at my normally clothed parts, and that we were in the middle of something absolutely horrible.

Michelle ended up on the floor, still being carried as if she were a sack of grain, along with me. She was about ten feet away and screaming that she loved me. That really scared me because she was the smart one of our group, and if she was so worried to say that, I had plenty of reason to worry. The man holding me turned to look at her and though I could no longer see her at all, I could see Amy being hung somehow at the front of the stage. Her body was still limp and it was clear that she was passed out still. Then a guy came up to her with a bucket and doused her with an entire bucket of water. I saw her body heave under the assault and she sputtered her way to consciousness. She started screaming, but only lightly. She had no idea of what Michelle and I had already had the time to put together was happening to her.

The man that had thrown the water on her started to position her better, and then twisted her nipples as if to primp her up for her sale. My heart ached knowing that my dear friend was being sold like a steer at a cattle sale. That’s when it really sunk in to me that Michelle and I had already been sold. This was a common nightmare among girls coming of age. The horrors that could be heaped upon us as the weaker sex and only because we had the ‘holes’ that sick perverts like these craved so much that they would break so many laws to get them. Granted, we all had at some time masturbated over the twisted thought of being captured and spirited away for some brute to use as he wanted, but fantasies are just that; not real like the stench of this place that was wafted into my nostrils.

It seemed to be taking much longer for what had happened to me and Michelle to be done to Amy. I couldn’t see her anymore and I was becoming aware of several aches in my own body. There was a lot of jeering and applause going on and all I could think of was how they were probably making fun of her helplessness. I heard Michelle screaming for them to leave her alone and I struggled to get a glimpse of her, and when I did it made me ill with the thought of what I might be in for myself. I only saw her body for a second, but she was hanging from the ceiling attached by a rope to her arms. Two men were holding her legs straight out to her side forcing all her weight to her arms and shoulders.

All I heard from there on was the applause and cheers of the crowd to give me any idea of how her sale was progressing. That was when I noticed that I could make out several Mexican women standing in the crowd, seemingly having just as much fun over our situations as their counterparts. How could women find the selling of other women as amusing or in any way okay to do? I didn’t understand the language, but it was evident that the real bidding on Amy was started and several shouts from bidders in the crowd were bickering for their chance to buy my friend. It seemed to take forever as I tried to make sense of how my dearest friend of twelve years could be having her body sold, and the inhumanity of it. It seemed that the bidding was halted for the moment as some sort of scuffle broke out near the back of the crowd.

While the man holding me in place turned all around to try to make out what was going on behind us, I saw Michelle bucking her hips wildly. The guy holding her bent over his shoulder was allowing other men, and even one woman, to take turns stuffing their hands in between her legs. I was disgusted to see that as each would pull their hands away from having poked at her crotch, that they would sniff at theirs hands as if they had received some sort of prize. Even the woman did this, but she was obviously enjoying humiliating my friend the most. It occurred to me that we must have done something horribly wrong to these people to make them this unconscionable.

I felt myself being swung around as the man looked back at the stage and the bidding on Amy resumed. It seemed that the bidding went on much longer than it had for Michelle and myself. I wondered if that was because the men liked her body that much more, or if what they had done to her on stage had given the bidders something to think about. Finally, I heard the recognizable ‘going, going, gone’ adjudication and that nerve racking banging of their hammer meaning the sale was accomplished. Despite my best effort, I couldn’t see who had bought Amy or what was happening to her. I was hoping that she would be brought down close enough to me so I could see if she was okay. But apparently, the auctioning of human flesh was over for the moment and the crowd started to disperse.

As the crowd thinned out I noticed that there were only three pockets of men left in the middle of the floor. There was the one I was peering through, one to my right that were gathered around Michelle, and the third just behind her that I took was gathered around Amy. It seemed like we were all being sort of paraded or offered to the men around us for them to grab quick feels of and poke at.

Someone shouted some instructions that made everyone quiet down a little and the three of us were being taken back to the stage area. I finally saw the crowd ushering Amy’s buyer, and saw two women just as excited as the men around her to be getting a touch of her skin. It was so odd to see women acting just as animalistic as the men they stood shoulder to shoulder with, and how rubbing their hands over my friend was driving them into a sexual frenzy as well. Then I had to wonder if there was something about Amy that had attracted the women to her and looked to see all men around Michelle. I suddenly realized that despite the apparent lack of feeling I had in my body, that I might have women grabbing at me as well. I looked around and tried to see the faces of those that surrounded me. And sure enough, there was a girl next to me that I saw was reaching her hand up by my ass. I could tell she must have been pushing her hand between my legs, but I still had no feelings there yet. I could have a watermelon stuck in me and I wouldn’t have known it.

When at the stage, the men that had been holding us as their trophies were laying us down on the floor, side-by-side, and face down. Michelle was in the middle and told both of us to give in to the men no matter what they wanted. She said how it may be the only chance for us to make it out of this alive. That got me really scared, but she was the streetwise girl among us, so Amy and I would do well to remember everything she said. I asked her if she remembered how we had gotten here and she didn’t. Amy asked us if we thought they would let us go, and started crying when Michelle told her that after they raped us long enough that if we didn’t put them in fear of being arrested, that maybe we could walk away from all this.

What I didn’t know until sometime later, was that Michele wasn’t much of a friend. She knew a lot more about what was going on than she was letting us know. And in a way, this was all her fault.

I suddenly saw a towel pulled in front of my face and it was being stuffed into my mouth as a gag. I didn’t understand why they wanted us quiet all of a sudden because they had seemed to feed off our screaming earlier. But as the three of us were getting the towels tied around our heads, I saw that they probably had nothing to do with keeping us quiet as it did from keeping us from breaking our teeth. They were to bite on. A metal bucket that was so hot I could feel the heat on my forehead was set down in front of us. Growing up in cattle country, I knew what was about to happen to us and began screaming into my gag and thrashing around. I could see Michelle and Amy looking at me as if I were nuts that a simple bucket would set me off so badly, but they got the idea quickly when several hands went all over me to hold me still. One hand went to the side of my head and pushed it hard against the floor. I could see their eyes light up in horror because they could see what was about to be done to me. Both girls struggled against their captors, but theirs eyes stayed fixed to my ass.

I watched Michelle’s eyes intently. She was the only way I had of knowing when it was going to happen to me and when to brace myself. I wasn’t allowed to see what was going on for a very obvious reason to me, but I knew all too well what was being prepared for me just out of sight of my eyes. Then I saw tears come to her eyes and bit down hard on the towel as I felt the searing pain come to the right cheek of my ass. I tried my hardest to hold still for the one second it took my captors to brand me. I knew moving would only make it take longer and be more painful.

As soon as it was done, I fell limp trying to recover from the severe burn I just received. And I saw Michelle and Amy go nuts as they now understood what the three iron rods coming out of the bucket had been for. Michelle was screaming a blood curdling scream into her gag as her head was turned away from the bucket and held down just as mine had been. Four strong men were holding every part of her body tightly against the floor while I saw another man bring the hot iron to within inches of her right ass cheek, then punch it into her for one brief moment.

Amy was flailing all around in total disbelief that we were being branded like cattle. Michelle was stunned into stillness even after everyone let go of her. I would remember the abject fear in Michelle’s eyes forever after when later on I would find out that she had knowingly allowed us to fall into this whole ordeal. And that was the only thing about her deceit that would make me smile about our branding.

I noticed that one of the women that had been grabbing at Amy earlier was the one holding her head hard against the floor and her eyes were fixed on the spot where Amy was about to be branded. It was so clear to me that she loved girls and was excited to see the girl she was holding down was about to be mutilated for life with her help. I was getting pretty worried about Amy and knew that her squirming around would only make things worse and wished so hard I could hold her to help her through this.

I couldn’t help but watch as the man took the last iron from the bucket of coals. He spit on it, a habit that I had seen ranchers do as if to test it for heat. The girl holding her head told the guy something and he seemed mad at her as if he knew what he was doing and didn’t need her input. Then he held the iron an inch from her right ass cheek and once again, punched it to the tender skin to sear in the brand. I saw her bolt upright and threw the girls hands off her head. She immediately joined in crying as Michelle and I had done after being branded, but unlike us, she continued to fight the men and woman. At one point when she brought her knees up to her chest and turned just enough, I could read her brand. It said, -Made in Mexico- and I grew really pissed. It wasn’t just a brand to state that we had been sold to an individual, it was a cultural brand to make the point that we were gringos that had somehow trespassed onto their turf.

That brand also told me two pretty important things. First, we were most likely in Mexico which was over a hundred miles from the Texas city we had been in, and secondly, was the most important item. That particular brand was meant to embarrass us. The only thing that would make it worth having put it there in the first place was if we were going to live and make it back to the states. I spit the towel from my mouth finally and whispered to Michelle that no matter what we had to endure, I knew we were going to be released. Amy heard me as well and wanted to know how I knew that, and all I could really say was that the brand indicated it.

Michelle buried her head into the floor boards after spitting out her towel, and said, “I’m so sorry guys. I never knew…”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence because someone slapped her ass for talking. Luckily for her he hit the cheek that hadn’t been branded. But it certainly left me wondering what she was going say about knowing something. What could she have possibly known? But I remembered that she had been awake before Amy and I, and figured that she had heard something then.

I was looking around as all the feet were passing my face and wondering what was going to be next for us. My senses were nearly fully restored because of the branding and I found my mind racing. I saw the man that had actually done the branding and he was unscrewing a short, large-mouthed jar. I guessed that it was some sort of a balm to heal our wounds and keep them from getting infected. Sure enough, he walked behind us and I felt his hand with a very cold substance on it rubbing over my brand. It hurt like hell just to be touched, but as soon as he stopped rubbing, I could feel the balm taking the heat out of the wound. The man put balm on all three of us and then there was a great deal of talking between everyone there.

It was about three or four more minutes before anything happened and none of us girls dared to talk for fear of being hit on our wounds. Then several men arranged us into half sitting positions beside each other. We crawled into a huddle, each holding our brands off the stage floor. Finally a man came over and squatted in front of us. He reached his hand out and grabbed at my left nipple and I twisted away. Someone kneed me in the back of my shoulder and I re-thought my position. I turned back towards the mans’ hand and allowed him to finger my nipple. He went to Michelle, wet a finger and ran it from between her tits down to her crotch. I watched him work his finger back and forth until it disappeared into her. She understood from my mistake that it was better to let him have his way. The man smiled at her compliance, withdrew his finger, and squatted in front of Amy. Michelle and I watched intently hoping that she wouldn’t fight him, but it wasn’t her that decided to grope at her. The woman that had held her head down during her branding got on her knees and leaned her head to her chest. Amy turned her head away from us and waited for what she was obviously going to do. We were so happy that she held still as the woman bit at her nipple. I saw her chest sink in and knew the woman was biting too hard, but Amy was enduring it.

The woman sat back with a huge smile at having gotten a taste of the girl she obviously wanted to spend time with, and the man began to speak to us in English, peppered with a very heavy accent.

“You understand who you belong to now, si?”

We all nodded our heads slowly.

“And you have learned very quickly to behave. That’s very good, for you. These men have paid well for you and you will take good care of them. If you do, you’ll be back here in two days to go back to the border. If not, it was nice to meet you.”

We all looked at each other in fear over that last statement as he spoke to our “owners” in Spanish. They seemed to be quarreling over the rules of our purchase or something, and for some reason Pedro, the man who had bought me, pushed his hand into my shoulder knocking me forward. I wanted him to know I wasn’t going to fight him.
“Tell him I won’t fight him, please. I just want to go home. He doesn’t have to worry about me telling anyone.”

The man in front of me laughed and said, “You got it wrong little lady. He was saying what if you don’t fight him enough to make it fun. He wants to know if he can slap you around a little.”

I thought quicker than ever in my life and agreed in my mind that I didn’t need to be slapped around to make me act the way I wanted to anyway. “If that’s what he wants, I’ll be whatever he wants. Please, tell him.”

They said many things back and forth, and finally he told me as if in a whisper, “Then I suggest that you make him work for everything he gets. He didn’t think he was buying himself a willing slut. As for his friends, there I don’t know what to tell you.”

The men that purchased the other girls started arguing with him again and that left me to wonder about Pedro’s friends. Evidently, we weren’t just sold to one man, but to be whatever they wanted us to be.

The man holding onto Michelle’s arm was trying to take her away, but the man insisted that he wasn’t to leave yet. He told Michelle that he was anxious to make his money back on her and that she had best work hard to please him. She cringed when she realized that she had been sold into outright prostitution. She looked at her new owner as if to plead for a reprieve. I felt sorry for her situation being set out for her like that, but Amy was still my biggest concern even over my own fate.

We all had sex enough to know the score in most situations, but Amy was sort of the naïve one among us. I was worried over the way the Mexican women had been grabbing at her and knew of her fear of brutal women. We had talked once about when she had spent a night in lockup in a small town in Texas. She came very close to getting raped by a butch lesbian and I knew it had been a fear of hers ever since by the way the mere mention of getting stopped by a cop would frighten her. When the woman that had bit at her nipple began to freely tug at her tits, she folded her arms under her boobs and stared at the woman trying to figure out what she was in for. The man looked at Amy and told her that she was going to have it the easiest most likely. He introduced the woman as Tina and told her that she was the wife of the man that had bought her. “She has promised to take very good care of you.” Amy started to cry with tears flowing down her face and dripping from her chin.

It hadn’t dawned on me until this very moment, but having been sold to three different men had obviously meant something that had passed me by. We were about to be separated and the calming effect that we had been providing each other was about to disappear. The only thing that had given each of us any hope was the fact that we were still all together. It all became so real to me that this wasn’t even close to a dream when I saw Amy being lifted into the air and thrown over her new owners shoulder again. She began kicking and screaming to the best of her ability considering that we each still had our hands and feet tied together. The woman accompanied her husband as he carried Amy to the rear of the room and out the door. My last mental picture of her was the fear in her eyes as she screamed and that damn bitch walking beside her. She was smiling at Amy’s torment and almost giddy from the excitement of having a new toy.

Michelle and I had been watching in horror as she was taken away from us, and again she started sobbing her apologies for getting us involved in this. I still couldn’t remember where we had been before all this started, but why she was blaming herself was starting to work on me. About the most I could remember was home was in a state called Texas, and we had two days to live through before knowing if we’d ever get to see it again.

I was getting my arms tugged at and knew it was time to go. It wasn’t like I could help the guy out with my ankles tied together, so all I could do was wait for him to lift me onto the only method of movement that had been working, his shoulder. When I sat passively waiting for him to hoist me over his shoulder, he seemed to be getting quite mad, but doing nothing. He spoke to the man that had just explained to us what was going on. That man told me that Pedro was getting worried that I wasn’t going to please him at all by remaining so passive. He had thought because of the way I had struggled against my bonds initially that it meant that I was the fighter of our group and would thus be more fun for him. I told him that I just didn’t want to get hurt and was trying to comply. The man leaned to my ear as if to tell me a secret and said, “He doesn’t want a lamb my dear, he wants a Tasmanian Devil. Making him fight for what he gets is your best chance of coming back here when he is done with you.”

I wasn’t sure if Michelle had heard what he had said to me, but I knew what he meant. I really didn’t want to add to Michelle’s mind set of fear, but I wanted to live to see her again, so when the man grabbed at my upper arm one more time, I pulled it away from him and rolled on the floor a few feet away from him. This time when I looked into Pedro’s eyes, he was smiling and saw I was catching on to his cat and mouse desires. I had played hard to get before, but never to the extreme I knew he was going to want. He grabbed my feet to pull me to him and I rolled over onto my stomach and felt my boobs getting dragged against the grit of the floor. When I was dragged close enough to him, he flipped me onto my back and pushed his hand between my legs, but not to grope at me. His hand went past my pussy and grabbed my ass, and his other hand went around and under my back. He was getting a good hold of me to throw me over his shoulder. This time I mimicked Amy’s fear and wiggled and squirmed under his grasp. Now I could hear Pedro’s voice had turned to quite a cheerful tone and only then began to realize the full extent of what I was going to be in for the next two days.

I struggled to look back for a last glimpse of Michelle before I went through the door. Her owner was standing over her and was holding her chin into the air as if to inspect her mouth. Somehow I could just tell she was going to be finding her own hell with him. Just the way he was looking at her mouth I could tell he was thinking about using it, and a lot. For Michelle, there couldn’t be a greater hell for her, because she absolutely hated giving head. It wasn’t sucking guys off that she hated so much, but they always seemed to want to cum in her mouth and she was deftly afraid of tasting their sperm. That stemmed from her being molested when she was eight and the neighbor that had her cornered in his garage forced her to swallow his cum after raping her mouth.

There were a lot of people in the parking area as I was carried through them and dumped into the back of a pickup truck. There must have been at least a dozen women among them that didn’t lift a finger to help me. While my hatred grew for them, the cold steel of the truck bed was growing even colder against my bare skin and that made my nipples grow extremely hard. Pedro reached into the cab of the truck and brought a piece of rope back to me. He looped it through the ropes holding me tied already and tied it to the post on the back of the cab. I guess he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to jump out.

I felt him getting back into his truck and start down the road. It must have been four or five miles from the place where I had been sold to him before he pulled over and shut the truck off. We had only made a couple of turns and ended up on a dirt road off to the side of the desert. I wished I could make a run for it, but escaping would only take the offer of getting back home off the table, and I had no idea what harm it might bring onto the other girls even if I made it. And what was far worse, I didn’t have any idea where they were going to be taken themselves.

The rest of the story will be told in three parts from the perspectives of each of the girls, with a conclusion to the series written from all the different player's perspectives. I hope you’ve noticed the subtle differences in the girls so far, because that will give you a hint as to their individual ordeals. Hopefully, the last four parts will be coming in the next week, and please give me your feedback on this story.

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