When the plane landed in Geneva, I was hustled out of the plane, led through the airport and since we had no baggage, went straight to a waiting limo. I had only been allowed to wear a robe and shoes through the entire journey. When flying over the Atlantic Ocean while hogtied in the back of Master Mark's private plane, I thought about the African slaves going in the other direction about five hundred years ago. This time I was the human cargo.
Once again I was hogtied in back of the limo and driven to a compound about thirty miles into the Swiss mountains. I felt the vehicle move swiftly and Mistress Merrill gave me a loving pat on my naked butt-cheeks under the robe. Once we went through the guarded gate of the facility where the auction would occur, I was hustled out of the limo, blindfolded and stripped naked except for my shoes. A wide collar was then applied to my neck and I was led by a leash. Since I couldn't see, I trusted it was either Master or Mistress leading me.After rall, I was still technically their property.
Once we entered the air conditioned building, I heard a man say in Swiss brogue, "I will take your slave from here. We must examine him medically before we put him up for auction."
I heard Master Mark. "Oui Monsier, but we'll be here for the auction."
"Of course Sir. You may witness the sale, because the buyers must come up with at least half the selling price immediately, otherwise their bid is void."
At that point, Mistress Merrill kissed me on the cheek before I was led away. They led to a doctor's office, where they made like I was being examined for the military. I stood at attention, while I felt a hand cup my balls. I heard the doctor. "He doesn't have HIV." The doctor was a female. I then felt her hand lightly touching cock, teasing it to hardness. "Ah yes," she said. "A nice healthy slave we have here." I then felt a slender finger slide into my anus. She had me bend over and she finger-fucked me few times. She then removed the rubber gloves and slapped me on the ass.
"He's healthy, take him to his cell."
While being led toward the holding area, I sensed there were other slaves in the separate cells. One female was really giving them a hard time, cursing and swearing at them. Obviously, she didn't like the idea of being sold. I heard her say, "You'll never fucking sell me you bastards!" When I had been left in my cell, the woman calmed down a bit and she told me the story of how she was kidnapped and brought here. I told her my story, and she said, "Your fucking owners will just buy a cheaper slave from the money they'll fucking get from your sale!" She was probably right, but what the fuck could I do.
I told her though the bars. "We are going to be sold, so you might as well stop cursing at them." "Thats right," I heard another male say. Then I heard another female say, "We're all going to be used and abused, especially the women. We're going to be raped repeatedly."
I gulped, knowing she was probably right. I sat quietly waiting my fate.