The Auction

[FurryFury]

I walked through the door with a strong hand on my shoulder. It was to remind me, I guessed, that I'd better not try anything. The huge man the woman had at her beck and call was still with me, his hand was large and he was scary despite clearly being in her power.

I had expected a stage and audience to be all set up but the room was empty except for one other man. He smiled at me and gestured. It was his way of indicating I should sit.

Most of the room was dark except for the chair the new fellow clearly wanted me in. I didn't want to get in that chair though. I started by instinct to back up. What stopped me was the mountain of flesh behind me, the hand on my shoulder tightened and dug painfully, warningly, into my flesh.

His body heat came off him in waves, now that I was so close to him. Maybe I was chilled too from fear. My arm grazed his mostly naked chest in my panic to get away from the chair. I pulled my arm back as if his flesh burned. I wondered in spite of myself about him. My eyes looked up into the eye slits of his hood questioningly.

Why was he so hot like that? Did he like what he was doing? How did he come to be here? I wanted to know all that and more as I stared into his dark glittering eyes. He gave me no answers merely stopped me from backing away from the chair or out of the room, and watched me with his brown jewel eyes. They were extraordinary looking in the black hood, catching the light.

Since I couldn't leave, I pulled away from his eyes and turned back toward the smaller man and the chair.

The chair had electronic looking things on it and around it. It also had binds. My fear of it was beyond control. It looked like some sort of electric chair or possibly a medieval torture device.

"No, don't be afraid. This may look scary but it's just a lie detector. We do it with all the new merchandise. Usually not this soon but it's particularly important that we do so before we auction your virginity you see?" Said the other man officiously. He took my hand gently, his hands were weak feeling and slightly damp as he lead me to the chair.

You will not get a shock in this room today, I promise." He continued as if my worries were common and stupid. He even laughed a bit. He gave me his clearly rehearsed patter about what to do and not do when he asked me questions.

My mind echoed the word "merchandise" over and over. To them, however many of them there were, I was simply merchandise? My stomach flipped as I contemplated that. There was no good facet to this revelation I could find. The little man worked on me while I sat stunned. He seemed like a mouse compared with my escort but there was something intimidating about him.

I felt he was hiding that part as well as he could, pretending to be nice to smooth things perhaps but I felt afraid of him every bit as much as the chair and electrodes. Somehow I sat there letting him work on me. Sometimes my eyes darted to my escort and begged for help but there would be no help for me. Not from him or anyone here it seemed except the elegant woman. I wanted to go back to her again. The feeling was very strong inside me it hurt to feel it.

Ten minutes later I was strapped in the terrible looking chair with all sorts of wires glued on me and I was trembling. If they had given me a glass of water then I was sure I would have spilled it rather than be able to drink much of it. I was that terrified.

"Okay you answer yes, or no, that's all I want to hear from you understand?" The little man said.

"Yes." I answered.

The machine made a scratching noise but I couldn't see what patterns it made. The sound made me start.

"Try to relax. Now our records indicate that you are 18? Are you in fact 18?"

"Yes." That was easy I thought relaxing a little. I was wondering about their records. What sort of records did they keep. What did my record say?

"Have you ever had sexual intercourse?”

"No!" I said. Why did they ask me that? They had examined me! I certainly couldn't forget that and the pictures. They knew the answer already.

"Okay, now I'm going to ask the same question and this one time I want you to lie and say yes when you should say no. Have you ever had sexual intercourse?"

"Y, yes?" I said squirming a little in my seat wondering if this was some new kind of trap.

"STAY STILL!" He boomed, I tried hard to be still but when you are answering uncomfortable question it's a harder thing to manage than you might think, after a while he continued.

"Good, now have you ever had your ass fucked?"

"No!" I said emphatically.

He made a note. It made me nervous to see him make a note. Did he think I had just lied? I hadn't!

"Have you ever performed oral sex on another?"

"N, no." I said but I noted with alarm that my voice didn't sound so certain of my answer. I was thinking about the elegant lady. Surely what I did with her didn't count as sex of any kind, right? I'm not gay or even curious, I assured myself. I never have been anyway...my thoughts drifted. I think I probably was blushing.

"You don't seem so sure. Have you ever sucked cock."

"No!"

"Have you ever licked pussy?"

"No!"

"Have you ever let someone lick your pussy?"

"No!"

"Have you ever masturbated?"

"N, uh, yes, yes I have but you see..." I started to say.

"Yes or no please. Have you ever masturbated?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"Yes?" I wasn't sure. I had felt a little tingle but nothing to get that worked up about. I didn't know how to answer the question and now my face was blazing, I could feel it.

"You aren't sure if you've ever had an orgasm?" He asked seeming to grasp my problem right away. It made me wonder how many others had the same doubts and ignorance as I had.

"No."

"Okay just continue sit still for a few more minutes and we'll be done." He said.

Soon I was unbound from the chair and electrodes feeling enormous relief.

I was lead to a back stage area. I could already hear an auction going on but I couldn't make out for what or perhaps I should have been thinking for whom? I felt a cold sweat settle on my body. Inanely, I looked at the mountain of a man to ask him a question that was suddenly so important to me.

"Do I look okay?" Habits are hard to break. I knows it's nuts but all I could think of at that moment was soon I would be onstage and I had to look okay or Mom and Dad would be disappointed. The worst thing in the world was when I disappointed them. Now of course my circumstances were different. They would be frantic about what had happened to me and I would never be the same to them if they knew even I were rescued right now, I would be in their eyes forever tainted.

His mouth worked, he may have smiled and started to say something but I couldn't hear it because suddenly he grabbed my arm, he moved me bodily out into the glare of the lights. I wondered faintly how he knew it was time? I was doing okay on stage until they began to talk about me.

"This piece of merchandize just came in ladies and gentlemen."

I wanted to laugh already. If there were people here bidding on other people they in no way fit the definition of ladies or gentlemen in my estimation.

"We found she clearly has her hymen intact. It looks like a thick strong one too as you can see by the pictures."

I blushed furiously turning my head toward the mountain. I was in disbelief that they could talk about a person, about me, like that! Out of the corner of my eye I saw a huge picture projected behind me. It was of a woman's private parts. I felt like I might faint. It looked like a horrible medical slide might. Why would they put such a thing up there?

The picture changed to one of me bound on that device they had put me on when they first brought me here. My face flamed as I worked through the puzzle pieces. These pictures were of me, all of them. That was a picture of my private parts and even my hymen I guessed, though I had never looked down there much.

It wasn't pretty to me. I couldn't understand why anyone would take a picture of it much less want to look at it. Mom had said never to look at it or think about it until I was married. I had managed the looking better than the thinking. I couldn't quite control all my thoughts about sex but I had tried.

"She just was given her lie detector test. I have the results here now. I think you will all find it interesting just what a virgin she really is.


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[FurryFury]

He then went over all the things I hadn't done as if this were some inexplicable thing.

The crowd murmured over each thing I hadn't done. I could feel the energy in the room explode around me. I could smell the greed to own these parts of me that hadn't ever been tapped.

"She is also 18 years old and a college student. We've seen her take quickly to training just in the short time she's been here. Let's start the bidding at $500. That's a steal folks do I hear $500?"

Training, what training were they talking about, I wondered feeling full of out rage. My face was lifted and turned toward the audience. I tried to control my emotions. Twin feelings of anger and fear felt like they might break free of my skin but I tried to remember my goal. To try to get whoever won the auction, whoever won me to like me and keep me so I never had to go back for conditioning and lessons from those horrible six men.

I tried to smile. I wanted the price to go as high as possible. I was borrowing the elegant woman's theory that a nicer type would get me the more the price went up. So I moved as I was told. I smiled as best I could while the price went up. Ironically I had sweating that first bid feeling that if someone didn't bid not only would I have to stay here but that I would be worthless and rejected.

It was hard to hold on to my self-esteem in a place like this. It seemed like all that matter was what other people thought of me now. I tended to feel that way before but now it was stronger.

The man who won me came right up on stage. He handed a bundle of cash to the auctioneer. I wondered how much it was. I had lost track. How could I have lost track of the price of my own virginity? I felt so stupid, lost and confused.

He was handsome in a worn and rugged sort of way but he didn't look like the sort of man who would have that much money. He smiled at me and beamed preening before the crowd. I wanted to hurt him then. My eyes must have shown it before I could check my emotions because he looked at me and sort of took a step back. He patted his unnaturally dark hair then seemed to make a decision. Picking up some things from the podium he approached me.

He clamped shackles attached by chains on my ankles, hand cuffed my wrists behind my back then placed a hood my head. I was being pushed now but I couldn't see. I had to move with only mincing little steps. It seemed to be a long time that we walked. I was barefoot. He was not. I could hear his shoes echoing on the concrete. I wondered when he would speak.

I said nothing. I didn't want to slow down getting out of there, wherever I was, I wanted to be anywhere else. There would be time for figuring out things later. I had to be careful. I had to make him love me a little if I could. I had never seen love except in the movies. I didn't believe in it but I was going to try my hardest.

I finally felt the wind on my arms. We were outside! I tried to breathe it in that fresh air borne on a breeze, but with the hood on I couldn't, not really. He handed me into a car that smelled strongly of leather. There was no comfortable way to ride in it with my hands cuffed behind my back.

"Where are we going?" I asked when I felt the car moving.

"You don't need to know." He said gruffly, but he helped steady me when the car stopped suddenly. My heart plummeted. I was fearful that he was going to take me back there.

When the car started moving again I let out a breath and tried to still the erratic fear fueled beat of my heart.

I didn't ask another question for the rest of the car trip. I was thinking though. It was clear this man was helping me not fall about the back of the care so maybe he cared a little already. I devoutly hoped so. It was too good to be true but hope is a funny thing it fills you against all logic sometimes. It also makes you bend logic at other times.

The car stopped and did not resume movement. He got out first then helped me out. We walked. My feet were cold now but I didn't dare say anything.

"You take a step up now." He suddenly said. It was one of the strangest things I've ever done, trying to go up a step with a hood over my face so I couldn't see. I felt relieved that I had managed it. I had the wild feeling I was stepping into nothing.

"Step up." He said again and again. I lost count of the all the steps. He un-cuffed my wrists when we got to the top, pushed me into a cushioned chair. I heard the click of one cuff on the arm of the chair.

I waited impassively for what would come next. I imagined him parting my legs and thrusting inside me, tearing me and making me a virgin no more. Instead I felt we were moving. We weren't in a car but I couldn't place where we were exactly until we lifted into the air. A plane, I was on a plane, with no idea where I was headed.

It wasn't the worst thing though, I thought to myself because even though it's further from my home it's also further from that place, that horrible place they had abducted me too.

He guided me out of the plane. I had thought going up the stairs was bad but coming down them unable to see was far, far worst. It was like stepping into a chasm and off the world each step down. There was an immense feeling of relief when my bare foot felt the solidity of the next step.

Once more we walked across a cold that I now knew was the tarmac. Again we got into a car. I could assume it was a limo now. The planed had been so quiet I could tell it had to be private. I had heard that small planes took longer to get from here or there. I wish I had more information so I could tell where we might be but the truth was, with him unwilling to speak to me, I had fallen asleep onboard. I didn't have a watch. I couldn't see anything so I had no idea how much time it had taken.

At one point I had to go to the bathroom. Instead of unlocking the cuffs, he had someone else; a woman put what must have been a sort of bedpan under me. I didn't think I could go like that with who knew how many watching.

Eventually the need became so great that I felt I couldn't hold out much longer. From the sounds it didn't seem like they were hovering over me and I did pee feeling like a child wetting herself. The hood I wore was a blessing then. It allowed me to have the illusion I was alone. It was an illusion though because shortly after I finished I was wiped and the pan was taken from under me.

The ride in the limo took a while, at least forty minutes. I was pulled out of the car when it stopped. We entered through a door that sounded thick when it closed. The echo of it's closing told me the room we were in was large. We went to another door this one wasn't as wide I could tell.

I was beginning to feel closer to the man who bought me. He had been kind. Other than refusing to answer questions and keeping me bound that is, he had taken good care of me.

So I had great hopes. I felt we were in a small elevator, because we were so close together and I felt that elevator drop feeling.

We went to another door and he sat me down in a chair again undoing the cuffs and then attaching them to the chair. He likewise this time unshackled my legs but attached each ankle to the chair legs so that my legs were somewhat apart.

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[FurryFury]

He took the hood off. I blinked trying to adjust to the light in the room after the dark of the hood. There were tons of candles all around me. Candles alone don't seem to put out a lot of light but there were so many that the room was bathed in light. The way they were placed made me feel like I was again in the spot light, a place I had once dreamed of being but never like this.

The room had a bed in it, a small elegant dinning table, a soft comfortable looking sofa, a television and three doors. It was a very nice room. Certain things were missing like windows but there were mirrors around and someone had put it together with a good eye for both function and beauty I thought.

"This is to be your room while you are with us." He said.

"Thank you. I think it's lovely." I replied. "My name is." I started to say. He stopped me by holding up his hand in a stop sort of sign.

"Unimportant, I don't want or need to know." He said with finality.

This wasn't working. He didn't want to know my name because he didn't want to care about me. He picked up a bowl from the table and a cloth. Kneeling before me, I simply watched him. I had no idea what he was going to do. He began to clean my right foot. The water felt so warm and couldn't have been there long. That's how I knew the place we were in had a staff. I wondered how much they knew.

He cleaned both of my feet. I started to think he might care for me once again. I began to hope again. He took such tender care of me. When he was done he looked up and to the right.

"She is ready Sir." He said. My mind tumbled into chaos again. This one was looking at what? I twisted my neck and tried to see. I caught a dot of green in my side vision.

"Very good, I'll be there shortly, you can go." I heard. The voice was deep and each word was enunciated well. I realized then that the man I had tried to please so far wasn't the man who had actually paid for despoiling me. He was merely a retainer. I felt a bit crushed. Now I had to start all over again.

Fresh start, fresh slate, I tried to tell myself. Who knows, maybe this man will even help you escape, don't give up.

He bowed and left. Taking with him the cloth and bowl of water. The door sounded loud when it thumped shut. That's a very solid door, I thought.

Now I was alone. I tried the cuffs. They were lined so they didn't cut into my skin but they were tight enough I knew I would have red lines indented into my skin.

There was nothing to do but try to figure a way out. It didn't take much of my efforts to tell that for now I was not able to escape. I slumped in the chair. It was a nice chair. Everything here was nice except the fact that they had me. I wanted the man who owned all this to come. I need to see him, to look in his eyes and make him understand that he had to let me go or keep me.

A clock on the wall ticked loudly as I waited what seemed to be an interminable time. It said the time was 7:00 but was that am or pm? I had no idea. I ran plans, words and scenarios over and over in my mind trying to find something that would help me while I wanted.

I saw the doorknob turn. My heart started thudding faster. This is it I thought. I have to play this just right. I have to make him care, make him happy, oh please let me do that.

He was framed in the door now. I looked at his salt and pepper hair. His face was somewhat was furrowed with wrinkles. He still looked handsome with more character than an younger handsome man would. I smiled as if he were a business associate or a professor from whom I wished to gain favor.

He walked to me and around me. He was smiling as well.

"Welcome my dear." He said finally.

"Thank you."

He pulled out another chair and put it directly in front of mine.

"I am a connoisseur of lovely things. You are lovely. I particularly like to collect first things. Now I want you to imagine what it would be like back at the place you were auctioned if they took your virginity perhaps not even knowing that they did. Can you picture it?

Tears burned in my eyes, I nodded.

"Yes, I didn't want that."

"I'm sure." He said. "What I want is for you to share yourself with me willingly. I have you for a month. If you don't give me and my household the respect that we will give you. If you behave badly, I won't hurt you. No one here will. I will simply return you early with the appropriate report. I'm sure you will behave well though, right?" He asked staring into my eyes.

"Right." I answered quickly.

"Now there is a chance that you could behave well enough to stay but never willingly give yourself to me. I would hate to send you back to them untouched at the end of this thirty day period. I would hate to let those animals do what they would with something so precious and fleeting. No, I would like to give you something perfect and precious to hold onto. Still, I will not force you. I want you to tell me when you are ready. I want you to give yourself to me."

"I don't know what to say." I told him.

"Tell me about you and your life so far. Most of all I want to know why you are still a virgin. What were you saving yourself for? How did you imagine you would lose your virginity? What is your dream scenario? I want to make your first time special, as it should be. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Yes, I would. We should be in love though." I blurted out. I wanted to recall those words as soon as I said them.

He reached out and caressed my cheek. His smile grew deeper.

"Ah, a romantic like myself." He whispered.

He seemed too good to be true. He was far too nice for a man who had bought me. There was more going on than I knew. I wanted to believe him but I felt there was more that he hadn't told me. I was scared to believe him. I didn't want to have false hope. I just wanted him to love me and save me. He leaned into me then. I felt he were about to kiss me.

I turned my face up to him like a flower to the sun. My breathing quickened. I blushed my lips parted a little. I closed my eyes. He kissed me. He really did. It was the sexiest most romantic kiss I'd ever felt. When he pulled away I wanted more, a little sigh came out of my throat.

He chuckled.

My pillow on which I had practiced kissing had nothing on this guy. He was a kiss expert. He didn't get invasive either it was a wonderful romantic old fashioned kiss like you see in old movies.

"I think we can learn to love each other if only for a while." He said. "You my dear are ripe for it. You've been wanting to have sex for a long time haven't you?"

"Yes." I said blushing deeply.

"I won't give you sex. If you decide you are ready, I will make love to you."

My heart bumped up into a staccato beat and I felt dizzy when I heard those words. I felt my face was getting wet. I was crying.

He reached out took one or more of me tears onto his finger then tasted the residue.

"Lovely." He said smiling and staring at me again.

[Ruby]

Lovely, indeed.

Fury, your tales are delightful. Thank you for sharing them.

[Ruby]

Lovely, indeed.

Fury, your tales are delightful. Thank you for sharing them.

[FurryFury]

Thanks Ruby!

I'm glad you liked this story. I was very unsure about this one.

Fury

[JohnZ]

Thanks Ruby!

I'm glad you liked this story. I was very unsure about this one.

Fury

Nothing to feel unsure about - it is lovely -- Looking to read even more!

John

[submissivewife]

FuryFury

I like this. Taking your time to build for the taking of her virginity. Can't wait to see how he has her "fall in love".

subwife

[FurryFury]

Thanks JohnZ!

I LOVE your art. The truth is now that these are no longer just my stroke fantasies but becoming more like real stories I find myself wanting to pull back the "I walked into the room," parts and make it, "She walked into the room," parts. I'm not sure why. I also don't think this one flowed as smoothly as The Captured Stuck Up, In the Dark or the more pure stroke fantasies Fi Fi The Fuck Poodle and The Daddy Room. Each one seems a bit harder to write and seem to have more mind fucking and less physical fucking though that has to change soon.

Fury

Thanks SubmissiveWife,

I am not sure what he will do to make her fall in love. Personally I'd rather have someone treat me well the first time I got fucked than let those animals take me but he should do things. I just have to figure out what.

*L*

Fury

[submissivewife]

Fury

Thanks SubmissiveWife,

I am not sure what he will do to make her fall in love. Personally I'd rather have someone treat me well the first time I got fucked than let those animals take me but he should do things. I just have to figure out what.

*L*

Fury

Well, lets think...What gets any young female teenager? He treats her kindly, he showers her with gifts, he shows lots of attention. He plays her emotions against her so she is reliant on him. Of course it's not that love will be the issue with him. He just wants to fuck a virgin. She is very vulnerable right now and any show of "special" attention will get her more entrapted to his charm and sway her.

Just a thought if you were having writer block. I had lots of that when I wrote Sir's Visit....That story was actually a timed assignment by my Sir. He gave me 42 hours to do it. Most of it was written during the last three hours. Once you get your ideas flowing you will do great...as usual.

subwife

[strapmeup]

That was great...I really enjoyed reading it...thanks!

[Mad Lews]

Such a lovely story with exquisit detail and lovely emotions. If people start suspecting your a romantic at heart you might get type cast into writing BDSM Romance Novels:) Now there's a fate worse than being in one, or not.

Please continue
Mad Lews

[FurryFury]

Well, lets think...What gets any young female teenager? He treats her kindly, he showers her with gifts, he shows lots of attention. He plays her emotions against her so she is reliant on him. Of course it's not that love will be the issue with him. He just wants to fuck a virgin. She is very vulnerable right now and any show of "special" attention will get her more entrapted to his charm and sway her.

Just a thought if you were having writer block. I had lots of that when I wrote Sir's Visit....That story was actually a timed assignment by my Sir. He gave me 42 hours to do it. Most of it was written during the last three hours. Once you get your ideas flowing you will do great...as usual.

subwife

Great points Subwife!

I have some ideas now to find the time to write.

I've been a little under the weather and it's the busy, busy holidays. I hope to write again soon.

Fury


That was great...I really enjoyed reading it...thanks!

I'm so glad you enjoyed it Strapmeup and thanks for letting me know that you did!

Fury


Such a lovely story with exquisit detail and lovely emotions. If people start suspecting your a romantic at heart you might get type cast into writing BDSM Romance Novels:) Now there's a fate worse than being in one, or not.

Please continue
Mad Lews

I will when I get the chance and thank you Mad Lews!

I am a romantic at heart and a sentimentalist and all kinds of things.

I don't mind saying so.

I am also a realist and more

Those two things sometimes butt against one another.

Fury

[Mad Lews]

I will when I get the chance and thank you Mad Lews!

I am a romantic at heart and a sentimentalist and all kinds of things.

I don't mind saying so.

I am also a realist and more

Those two things sometimes butt against one another.

Fury


Hey Fury,
I've always wanted to say this,
" I Feel your pain":rolleyes:
No I really understand what you're saying about sentiment and R/L butting into each other, but then again conflict makes for a more interesting story than harmony.
You really do spin an interesting tale
Mad

[FurryFury]

Thanks so much Mad!

*hugs*

It's lovely to hear.

I've been working on what happens next. After a while we should get back to wear everything happens all the time but for now, things are going to be a bit romantic or at least "I" think so. The story sometimes takes strange turns.

Fury

[FurryFury]

FYI, I'm the kind of girl who when someone around them hit's some body part against a table or door I say, Ouch!

In a way I do feel their pain!

LOL!

Fury