Fearful Future by Joe Doe / Part 13 by GreyRose

[GreyRose]

Fearful Future by Joe Doe / Part 13 by GreyRose
My apologies that it took me so long to complete this chapter, life happened and I lost the creative thread. But I managed to recover it and I hope this was worth the extended wait.

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Sarah slept through when other slaves were placed in that slave hall. She was tired and hadn’t really recovered from all the stress from traveling by way of the shipping container. Then the rollercoaster of today’s events had taken their toll on her as well, and the day wasn’t finished with her yet!

Sarah’s ass receives a sharp slap, the crack of it making the other slaves in the short hall jump. Sarah was still deep in the clutches of sleep, and she barely twitched. A second slap cracked on her ass again, this time her body rocked from the impact. This second strike managed what the first hadn’t, Sarah’s eyes opened. The wall of the sleeping niche was just a couple of inches from her nose, she could feel the chill of the concrete just waiting for her to touch it.

It was the third crack of a hard driven slap that actually pushed her nose against the back wall. The shock of the cold poured stone and her bruised nose, violently waking her up all the way. She flinched back from the stone, rolling from her right side onto her back. This put her ass right into the icy puddle of her slave honey that had soaked into the sleep mat. The heated sensation of her ass reddened from the spanking, landing in that chill was a terribly shocking combination. She convulsed and made it into a twist as she rolled out of the niche.

She fell to her hands and knees in front of slave instructor Debbie, who had been the one trying so hard to wake 0717 from her exhausted sleep. “Oh, I’m sorry Princess! Did I disturb your beauty-rest?” From the tone of the instructor’s voice, Sarah thought her hair should be smoldering and about to burst into flame.

“Sorry Mistress, this slave has no excuse for not responding faster.” Sara groveled on her hands and knees. She waited to see if she was going to be punished.

Debbie reaches down and snaps a leash onto Sarah’s collar. “717, we didn’t have time before, and now we’ve got less,” the instructor told her. “Roll up that sleep pad, it seems like some slave that was in some kind of slave heat overload ruined it.” Sarah stood, hearing just a touch of laughter in the instructor's voice. She rolled the pad up, noticing how big the soaked part was in the middle, she felt a wave of humiliation that everyone would see how much of a slut she was to have gushed so much pussy juice.

Picking up the bundle she is pushed out into the hall and the instructor slave locked the door behind them. Debbie then tugs on Sarah’s leash, leading the slave down the hall, they pass two hallway crossings and turn left at the third. Debbie sits at a desk that has a computer terminal on it, and waves at the laundry cart behind the desk, Sarah obediently dumps the ruined pad there.

“I’m having to make a note that a new mat will be needed in that hall, since a total slut ruined one.” Debbie says with a chuckle as she enters notes into the computer. Sarah flushes with humiliation from those words, hearing the instructor slave laughing at how much slave nectar she had squirted onto the sleeping pad. And that humiliation got her pussy squirming, begging for her to put her fingers back in action.

Saving the note, Debbie stands up and spins Sarah about cuffing her hands behind her back, with her hands locked away that just makes her pussy more demanding of attention. Debbie then takes up Sarah’s leash, and they are off again down a new hallway. The instructor slave’s pace is swift, Sarah struggles to keep up and has to break into a jog every now and again to avoid being dragged along. After a number of turns that has Sarah totally lost, as if she had any reference before, they make a final turn and arrive at a beauty salon.

Not like one that Sarah had ever been to though. To the left as they entered there was a rail mounted in the ceiling with dangling anchors. She can see that as a slave is brought in their leash would be connected to the rail and as each slave is taken off the far end they all move forward one pace. When a slave is removed from an anchor, it automatically loops around and stops at the entrance waiting for the next slave to be hooked up.

Instead of adding Sarah to the queue, Debbie turns to the right and talks to the woman at the desk, “My apologies Mistress, we’re running late, I’ve got 717 here for a rush. She’s got to be ready for tonight's special auction.”

It took a second look before Sarah realized that the person behind the desk wasn't sitting but was standing, she had to be several inches under 5 foot tall, and had blond hair and makeup that were styled perfectly. “717? For tonight? She should have been here half an hour ago!”

The tiny woman bustles out from behind the desk and stands an arms reach from Sarah, “Well 717?” the tiny blonde indicates with her left hand for the slave girl to spin. Sarah does a slow spin, giving the Mistress of the salon time to take in everything.

“OK, so not a total disaster, we can at least make her presentable.” the tiny woman said to Debbie, while snapping her fingers for the leash. For a moment the free woman Sarah Powers became indignant ‘not a disaster’, she knew she was gorgeous, but 0717 felt warmed that someone with this Mistress's skills would take a filthy slave girl and make her beautiful.

Sarah shakes her head, having two different people in her head was getting confusing. She was beginning to wonder who was the real her.

With a curtsey, Debbie hands over Sarah’s leash saying, “Mistress Auric, I’ve never seen you deliver less than miracles.” and the instructor slave turned and left.

Mistress Auric, draws Sarah over to an open station, where a willowy red-caramel skinned slave that has a red meditation dot centered above her eyebrows, was standing. “Andie, this one’s the special request that we’ve been waiting to arrive.” The two women look at Sarah intently, and talk softly between themselves, occasionally reaching out testing Sarah’s skin tone or her hair.

The slave Andie, takes 0717’s leash and angrily pulls on it causing Sarah to stumble. With her hands still locked behind her, she nearly face planted. Slave Andie continues to handle 0717 roughly, removing the slave cuffs and unhooking the leash before shoving Sarah into a 5 ft by 5 ft square space. With the door slamming closed behind her, Sara spins about.

Seeing tiles covering the walls, she barely registers the tiny nozzles before the water is turned on. She is being hit from every direction. A voice barely heard over the sprays, “Scrub slut! We could smell you before you entered the salon!” A rough cloth smacks her in the face, and she barely catches it before it falls.

The spray lessens, giving her time to breathe and scrub with the rough cloth. The voice speaks again, “Be sure to scrub deep in that slut hole between your legs!” The humiliation causes her slave heat to flare again, but she dutifully works the cloth down there. Her fingers start to work on a different task in answer to her demanding honey pot, when an icy blast quenches her slave heat, she squeals and flounders for the several seconds it lasts. “Ah, ah, ahhhh! Slaves only get rewards when they’ve earned it.”

She hears a chuff sound, which gives her just enough warning for her to close her eyes and mouth, when a different spray coats her in suds. “Scrub-a-dub-dub slut. Get all that stink off!”

Sarah puts her mind to it and doesn’t let 0717’s slave heat derail her. She scrubs everywhere but avoids focusing on the pulsing need between her legs. When whoever was outside thought she’d worked enough of the stink off, the water kicked on again. She worked to get her hair to rinse clean.

The water stopped again, “Wring out your hair and then hold tight to it! If you let it tangle, your worthless hide will pay for it!” Fearing what that might mean, Sarah pulls all of her hair together and does her best to wring it out. She then wraps it in a bun at the top of her head and holds it there with both hands.

Then blasts of air swirl around her in a pattern, forcing the water to roll downward. After several cycles the air stops and the door opens and slave Andi stands there with her leash. With a quick click Sarah is leashed again, and dragged back to the station Mistress Auric once again stands at.

Checking that 0717 is clean and dry enough, with a nod and a wave Mistress Auric leaves 0717 to be dealt with, as the tiny woman steps away a whirlwind of attendants descended on Sarah. She was tugged, pushed, pulled, spun and generally treated like an object. Sarah couldn’t understand how this could fire her slave heat, but it did, the final indignity was when they had each hand and foot locked to a board and her collar locked to the back of the chair. They were giving her a manicure and a pedicure at the same time they were working on her hair and makeup.

For her hair they brought over a strange hairdryer, instead of the regular barrel this one has a narrow, wide, and curved piece with a comb at the edge. The air blasted out as they slowly combed her wet hair, a variation on what was done in the shower. It didn’t take long for 0717’s hair to be dry enough, so they moved on to hair treatments and styling.

Her legs were pulled wide enough to allow a small vibrator to nestle against her moist pussy. It wasn’t enough to do more than frustrate her, but frustrate her it did. 0717 immediately started squirming almost from the second it touched her clit, if she hadn’t been tightly secured to the chair her jerking around would have earned her punishment.

Her makeup finished, they used a sealer to lock in her look. Now no matter how much she sweated or her face was sprayed with anything else nothing would change until the correct cleanser was used.

Mistress Auric returned for a final review, and with the tiny woman’s sharp nod, Sarah was released from the chair. The torture device that had brought 0717 to fill her mind from all the teasing, had raised her slave heat to a level where she was foggy on what was happening around her.

She remembered two male slave mongers and their working oil into her skin, their touch making 0717 purr by raising her slave heat even higher, until she was glistening and glowing with lust.

Sarah couldn’t remember how long she spent in the salon as 0717 had become more and more present as the slave heat swallowed her up, by the time she was aware of the world around her again, a slave master she hadn’t seen before was adding her to a line of 5 other slave girls.

Sarah’s slave commodity business had given her a good idea on market values of slaves, and the ones ahead of her were all top quality slave flesh. She knew she was hot, but even with Mistress Auric’s team, Sarah’s self confidence waivers in her present company. It barely takes a moment before 0717’s confidence flares, needing to prove that she’s the hottest slut there, manifests and she starts flashing her assets. Several slave handlers turn and take notice of the sudden shift of body language.
0717 seeing their attention sends her simmering slave heat to a full burn.

The six were led to a room that had 8 slave presentation frames set up in a circle. There was a control panel to one side, a slave monger made changes to the controls and the clamps opened on 6 of the frames. Each of the slaves eagerly stepped up and into their frames, and the mongers adjusted each frame to make the slave taught and well presented. 0717 was led to one with a stunning Latina woman with caramel colored hair and light brown eyes to her left and an empty frame to her right.

She knelt in the lower section of the frame and leaned back, her body forming a smooth arch from her knees to her shoulders. Her arms were pulled up and locked into the upper section of the frame. The wrangler that locked her in, gave each of her nipples a light tweak which caused her to stiffen and gasp. When his hands pulled away 0717 tried to arch her back even more and press her stiffened flesh against his hands. But she didn’t have any room to move at all, her body was stretched out, taught and quivering. One of the monger's hands slid up the inside of her left thigh and stopped short of touching her molten pussy. As he held his hand close enough for her clit to feel the heat from it, 0717 moaned in frustration that he didn’t cross that hair thin yet monumental gap.

With a chuckle he slapped her left ass cheek and walked away. All six slave girls were left alone to stew on the presentation frames. They knew that when the masters were ready inspectors would walk in and make notes on the quality of their flesh and on how responsive their slave heat made them.

None of them had spotted the low profile cameras and microphones mounted in the shadows, so they had no idea that their squirming and moaning were being recorded and shared with anyone interested in checking out their individual channels.

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In the restaurant Arjun was sitting at the table reserved for him and he waited for Mitch to finish his tasks and join him. So Arjun didn’t have much to distract him from thinking about Sarah or 0717 as she would be strutting onto the auction block as. One of the channels available to those in the restaurant is a camera overlooking the slaves to be auctioned, where 5 slaves waited but she wasn’t one of them. He had been getting worried as it was so close to the kick off of the auction.

Then he saw her being added to the waiting group of slaves, he was amazed at how she looked standing there. The make-up people here had done an amazing job with her, she didn’t even look like she was wearing any. As he was studying her, he was able to see as she transformed. He now knew the difference between Sarah and 0717, and it was an amazing difference. He had wanted her before when they were in the office, but didn’t dare risk even thinking about it. Then when he saw her naked, and he had collared her, he knew he had to own her. Now seeing her becoming 0717 more and more completely was just fanning his desire to own her even more.

Then Mitch arrived which broke Arjun out of his intense focus. The two men spent the next few minutes in small talk about trends and the differences between different auction houses. The two ordered drinks and went over the products going up for sale this evening.

Seeing that the lots had been taken back to the inspection bays, Mitch indicates which channels are set aside for the inspection bays. The two men go through each channel discussing the slaves and the notes from the inspectors.

Arjun selects one of the other slaves and they give that one a good look and review the posted notes on her. Then they moved on to the next, it is only by exerting his willpower that Arjun didn’t flip
is able to save Sarah, or rather 0717 as the last one to inspect.

The two men, well versed in market trends and marketing strategies agreed that those bidding on the slaves would be the defining factor in what the final price for each slave would be, rather than the slaves themselves. All of the slaves in this lot were Prime Plus, the only difference of value being entirely in the eye of the master, rather than any failure or weakness of the slave itself.

They debated on which of the slaves in this lot would be the bidding leader. A slave that met the lust requirements for the broadest audience without being the most potentially valuable slave. Looking over their fellow bidders the two tried to guess their potential interest in the slaves in this lot.

The two agreed that they expected to see the slave with almond skin standing 5’4” somewhere in her early 20’s. The file said that her parents had been from the middle east. That slave smoldered with a slave heat and body that would fire the broadest number of the audience best.

Their guess on the second slave was harder to determine, but they finally settled on the 5’10” blonde. Willowy but delicious curves and flowing gold hair, the slaves height being a minor negative as not all of the bidders were tall. Few masters are comfortable looking up at their slaves. They laughed at having to find hairs to split trying to find drawbacks on each of these amazing examples of slave flesh.

Looking at the list of slaves, they agreed that the next up was most likely to be the African-American one. Chocolate skin, naturally wavy rather than kinky hair, 5’2” and having the most voluptuous curves of all the slaves on tonight's roster. At just under 30 years old this one brought a certain depth to its slave heat that made her desirable over younger less experienced slaves.

It went unspoken between them that 0717 would be the last on the block. Due to the requirements set by Arjun on the auction, that made it easier to control and minimized offending those excluded due to those limitations.

With only two more to decide between, they agreed that with the first three selected the next one would be the athletic 5’8” tall 19 year old redhead. Her pale skin shows the freckles that redheads get instead of tans. They debated if there was any chance of the one taking that slave home of not having ponygirl's and adding this one to their stable. Finding the note in the redheads record of having competed in several marathons, sealed it. The redhead was going to be a ponygirl.

Then the only slave in this lot that was, in Mitch’s opinion, the equal of 0717 in both quality of slave flesh and level of slave heat. This slave was a stunning Latina in her mid 20’s, with natural caramel colored hair and light brown eyes.

Their list agreed upon, they had but to wait for the auction to begin to see if their choices were the same as the auctioneer. This gave Arjun the freedom to bring 0717’s image up on the screen.

Seeing her in the inspection frame, hips thrust forward with that hard trained flat belly and those firm tits that sit high on her chest. Arjun’s pulse quickened from the intense power he felt knowing that he was the one that closed the collar around her neck. That he was the first one she looked up at as her Master.

Mitch watched the younger man’s intense inspection of 0717. The other slaves were all prime plus, but the slave monger could see how they paled next to this one for Arjun. Mitch was getting an insight as to what this dinner companion was up to with all of these special arrangements.

Giving Arjun time to ‘get his mind back in the game’, after a few moments Mitch returned to their earlier conversation on comparing facilities.

Down in the inspection bay, 0717 licked her lips and oozed sex, competing with the other sales lots. The thought that she was just a blip in the inspectors spreadsheet, not human, just a product to be priced and bid upon caused her pussy to clench. Sarah had wanted to know what a slave felt and 0717 was reveling in the full spectrum of lust, need and humiliation that make a slave's daily life.

The number of inspectors was small, each one representing a different agency that sold its data to interested buyers. Each inspector took their turn at testing the responsiveness and intensity of each lot up for sale. The room was filled with the smell of dripping pussy and the space thrummed with the intense need of each slaves need to be fucked, to be owned, to be mastered.

The inspections were soon over as they were practiced and quite efficient. The slaves were left to squirm in their unquenched slave heat. Time became a hazy limbo for them.

The bidders were given 30 minutes from the time the inspections completed, before the auction itself began.

The auctioneer stepped out onto the auction block and greeted the bidders both present and remote, gave a few warm up comments before he announced the first slave to be auctioned.

As Mitch and Arjun had thought, the first slave out on the block was 5837, a 21 year old 5’ 4” almond skinned slave. She strutted out as if she were leading all the armies of Persia to a Fuck-Fest. She was passionate, and intense and the bidding went wild.

Everyone in the region knew that the quality of the special Friday auctions were exceptional, and this initial sales lot was as expected. While the increments on each bid were small, the frequency of each new bid coming in one on top of the other, kept the amount climbing steadily. Finally the bidding slowed to a stop, and the final, “Going! Going! GONE!” Rang through the room.

Slave 5837 went for $134,550, a strong indicator that tonight's audience was willing to spend money, and plenty of it!

The next lot brought out was, as they predicted 1157, a tall willowy, yet sleekly curvaceous blonde. Her movements were slower and more calculated, with several ballerina pirouettes and jetties. But there was still the underlying smoldering of raging slave heat that came through.

As expected 1157 didn’t go for as much but the final sales price of $118,750, was still a remarkable price for any slave.

When the sultry African-American slave was brought out 2073, she was in her early 30’s but that just added depth to her slave heat, added an intangible inevitability to her passion. Slave 2073 gave a majestic air to how she played the audience and fired their lust for her. The bidding was slower for this one but each bid that came in jumped higher than for either of the first two. 2073’s final sales price was for $121,500.

Mitch and Arjun had a celebratory toast as they were confident that the auctioneer had unknowingly matched their evaluation of the slaves and they were confident of the order of the next two.

4412 the red-headed 19 year old exploded onto the block, her athletic nature driving her to a fast and furious series of poses. The speed of bidding went much faster, fed by 4412’s frenzied movements. In something that did surprise the two men, the winner for 1157 the tall blonde was the same one that closed the deal for 4412, whose final sale price was for $127,000.

When the two slaves were standing side by side Mitch, having finally recognized the buyer as a pony-ranch owner, guessed that the buyer was going to try and make the two a pair of ponygirl's. The two were both pale skinned and light haired, and were close in height.

The last of the regular lots was 0343, a 25 year old Latina with natural caramel colored hair and light brown eyes, Mitch wished that he could afford this one.0343 was flat out spectacular, and the way she just flowed out onto the auction block 0343’s fiery Latin blood swept up everyone that was there. 0343’s smoldering slave heat had her flowing from pose to pose. The bids came in just as fast if not faster than for the Persian blooded slave that they led with. With the final bang of the hammer, 0343 went for $141,000.

The auctioneer paused, and addressed the audience. “For those not already informed, this final lot is a special closed group bidding. Only those pre-approved before the auction have the code allowing them to bid. If you are not one of them, please sit back and relax or have a slave ready to deal with any residual… excitement this final lot may raise.” There was some polite laughter at the play on words of the auctioneer, but there was also an undertone of annoyance that the next lot wasn’t open for general bidding. After all, she had been displayed and reviewed while in the display area, so everyone that might have an interest saw the numbers on 0717.

After a dramatic pause, 0717 graced the auction block with her presence. Her slave heat washed out from her like an inexorable tide, 0717 had a grace and a sense of prestige. The presence that Sarah carried in boardrooms, had been re-forged through 0717’s slave heat and became something unique.

0717 ran through her entire set of block moves, it was only the crack of the auctioneer’s whip that commanded her to stop, snapped the audience out of their trance. The bids poured in from the 7 authorized to do so, even so the system barely had time to update the bid count before another was replacing it. With the small pool the frenzy couldn’t be maintained, with surprising speed a bid displayed and didn’t get replaced. 0717 had a closing bid of $154,850.

On the auction block 0717 felt more than heard the fall of the gavel, she had been SOLD!

That was the last thought she had before everything crashed down on her.

[Belinda]

Dearest,

Truly worth the wait. Just a marvelous piece of work. The detail in her preparation for sale was was so exciting. This is a true piece of art.

Yours truly,
Belinda

[jeepster]

Awesome chapter! Got me wondering who the 7 bidders are .