going to be here to help you. Ask Tammy or Shelley to be your maid
of honor, and I can just be a bride’s maid.”
“You would go by yourself? You’re brave,” Tiffany said. Norah
shook her head.
“Hey, what’s the worst that could happen?” she asked
rhetorically.
She was about to find out.
Chapter One
Liam Hastings stood in front of the elevator pacing back and
forth. This would be his first auction, and he was nervous. Will was
behind him getting their passes and information packets. Liam had
been in the Dominate world for eight years, after Will introduced
him to the lifestyle when they were in college. After two years of
going to clubs, private parties and the occasional weekend escapade,
Liam decided he wanted something more. He wanted a full time
submissive. He didn’t want to have to meet women and see if he had
a connection. He wanted something more permanent. So for the last
six years he had hired his subs. They lived with him, full time, for
weeks or even months at a time. But he always got bored after a
while, and they parted ways. His longest relationship was Natasha.
She was a Russian beauty. She lived for Liam for about a year.
She had short blonde hair, his preference, and long white
legs, also a prerequisite. But after nearly a year together, she still
had never slept in his room with him. He wasn’t even sure if she
knew what kind of business he was in.
When she started talking about love, marriage and possibly
kids, Liam knew he had to end it. Those were things he wanted, but
not with her. He loved shackling Natasha and spanking her with a
cane. He loved watching her come while she was bound, gagged, and
he touched her only with a feather. He especially loved it when she
would kneel in front of him and pleasure him during dinner. But
seeing Natasha play couples tennis with his clients, or decorate the
house for Christmas, was something he couldn’t picture. He wanted
the cliché, of a ‘freak in the sheets, and a lady in the streets’. He
wanted someone who he could spank, fuck, and have her lick his
whole body at night, and use that same mouth to kiss their kids as
they went to school in the morning; and have it not gross him out.
Natasha wasn’t that woman, and he truly didn’t know if she existed.
Acquiring a ‘sexual slave’, was something completely new for
Liam. Will had moved from submissive’s to slaves about three years
ago, and couldn’t stop talking about how wonderful it was. The
power, the control, and the complete domination was a high like no
other. The power, control and dominance were all the things Liam
loved about being a Dominate, so he thought he would give it a try.
Will had warned them that this auction was like no other and it took
quite a long time to get invitations for both of them. These girls were
high end slaves, not your typical party girls. If he wanted one, he
would pay, and he would pay big.
Will walked over and gave him a gold chip and a catalog. A
man came over and hit the button for the elevator using his finger
print. When the doors opened another man was inside already. Both
men stepped on. The man that had given Will the chips nodded
once, and the other man used a key in the control panel. The doors
closed and up they went.
The elevator stopped on floor 68, and they both got out. The
room was filled with other men, all walking around but none really
looking at each other. They were from all over the world. There was
a group of Chinese businessmen in the corner, all wearing navy blue
suits with white ties, but not speaking. In the other corner was a
group of Arabs, some wore turbans and some didn’t. The one man in
the middle of the group was dressed like a sheik, and wore black
sunglasses even though they were inside and it was night. There
were a few African American men, and some Latino’s as well. There
were few white men, Will and Liam seemed to be the minority. He
doubted by looking at the few other white men in the room, that
they were British, so that left them very much the minority. They
took a glass of champagne offered to them by a waiter and waited
for instructions. Liam sat his glass down and looked through the
catalog. He was right, these women were extremely beautiful, and
very high priced. The catalog had their pictures, ages, nationality,
and opening bid price.
Some of them had a little heart next to their age, some had a
cross, and some a star. Liam wasn’t sure what that meant. There
were only three little hearts in the book, all towards the end, and all
had the highest opening prices. Most of the women had the little
crosses, but a few had star, even less had a combination of the
symbols. He looked for some sort of key to explain, but couldn’t find
it.
“What does this mean?” he pointed to the symbols and asked
Will. He smiled.
“The cross means, they aren’t trained at all. You would have
to train them yourself. As you can see those women have the lowest
opening bids. Most men in this room, don’t want the hassle. The star
means they have been trained.” He paused.
“And what does the heart mean?” Liam asked.
“It means those women are the best kind. Untouched,” he
smiled. Liam nodded, but couldn’t believe his ears.
Untouched, meant virgins. Why in the world would a girl,
who was still a virgin want this kind of lifestyle? If she was
inexperienced in sex, how could she know if this was right for her?
Liam shrugged his shoulders and continued to look through the
catalog.
Finally the double doors opened and the men were given
instructions. Behind the doors were sound proof booths, one for
each buying customer. They were to go to the booth assigned to
them by the number on the gold chip they were given. Once in the
room, they were to place the chip in the round hole in the middle of
the room and take a seat in the chair. Goggles would be lowered
from the ceiling and they were to look in them until the light turned
red. Once their identity was verified the auction would begin. If they
wanted to bid on any of the girls, all they had to do was press the
black button on the arm rail. If it turned red then they were the
active bid, when it turned green, they had been outbid, and could
either bid again, or stop bidding.
When the bidding was over, the button would turn blue to
indicate that they had won the bid, or black if they had not. Their
financial information was attached to the gold chip, and they would
be charged for their purchases before they could collect.
Liam nodded at Will and they both stepped in their
respective rooms. Liam did as he was instructed, and got
comfortable after his eyes were scanned. He looked at the big glass
window in front of him and assumed it was either tinted glass or a
double sided mirror. He assumed they didn’t want the girls to see
who was bidding on them. There was a large space in the middle of
the room on the other side of the glass, and Liam could see all the
other windows that looked just like his. He knew each window
represented a man with his same interests. After about five minutes,
the lights went out, and a spot light shined on the girl in the middle
of the room. Liam sat in his chair and listened as a voice over a loud
speaker described her.
She was 18, Russian, spoke English and Spanish, and her
opening bid was $10,000.00. Liam looked in the book, she wasn’t
trained, nor was she a virgin. He didn’t bid.
The next girl came to the stage. She was redhead, Irish, 20,
and her opening bid was $12,000.00. Again Liam did not bid. Girl
after girl came to the stage, but none of them seemed his type. He
wasn’t sure if this was even a good idea.
Having a submissive was one thing, having a slave, was
something else. It was going to be like having a full time job. He
didn’t know if he would have the time.
Then the last girl stepped to the stage. Liam leaned up in his
chair. She had olive skin, and long curly dark hair. She wore the same
black tube dress that all the girls wore, but somehow it looked better
on her. Liam flipped in the catalog to her page. She was number 30
in the catalog, and she had both a star and a heart. The voice came
on and said she was an American, untouched, and 22 years old. Liam
swallowed very hard, this girl had his interest.
She looked nothing like what he usually went for, but he had
to have her. Her opening bidding price; $250,000.00. Liam didn’t
want to spend that kind of money on someone he didn’t know. What
if he bought her and they didn’t like each other? What if they
weren’t compatible sexually? He pushed that out of his mind quickly,
this girl was a virgin, so how could they not be compatible. There
was no way she could disappoint him by not having experience, and
Liam didn’t want to pat his own back or anything, but he knew he
was quite good in bed. He had never been with a virgin before, never
taken that responsibility. But everything about this girl drew him in.
Soon he realized he was sitting on the edge of his seat. There was
only one thing that bothered him. She wasn’t smiling. None of the
girls were really smiling, but she really looked sad. That made Liam
want her more. Why was this beautiful girl sad? More than anything,
he wanted to make her happy.
As soon as the bidding started, Liam quickly hit his button,
and it turned red. He had the opening bid of $250k.
It quickly turned green and was announced the next bid was
$350k. Wow, all the men must be jumping out of their seats for this
girl. Liam hit the button again, and again it turned red. He held the
bid at $350k. But again it turned green, and he heard the next bid
$500k. This went on for at least twenty minutes. When Liam’s button
finally turned blue indicating he had won the bid, he thought he
might be sick just thinking about how much money he had just paid
to buy this girl. Then questions he hadn’t thought of consumed his
brain. Where did the money go? How long would she be with him?
As long as he wanted, or she wanted, which was kinda the same
thing, he thought. Maybe the money went to some kind of charity, in
that case he didn’t mind spending as much as he had on this girl. The
door opened and a man walked in and handed him a folder and a
black shoulder bag. He walked out of the room, and stopped at the
first seat he saw in the hallway. He put the bag in the seat, and
opened the file.
Her name was Norah Chandler, she was 22 and from Las
Vegas, Nevada. Her hair was dark brown, and her eyes were light
brown. He starred at her picture for several minutes, until Will broke
his concentration.
“Which one did you get?” he asked. Liam held out her
picture, noticing Will had a file in his hand as well. “Holy shit! She
was the last one! How much did you pay for her? I know you paid a
pretty penny for that ass. Wow! Congrats, man!” Will handed back
the picture, and Liam had an overwhelming feeling to punch him for
the ass comment. But he didn’t. Instead he kept reading.
College graduate, she weighed 110 lbs., and was 5’4”. She
had been in training for a month. Then he read a line that didn’t
make sense to him.
*Taken from Paris France, June 12th, can be difficult at times*
Liam narrowed his eyes at the sentence. ‘Taken’? What did
that mean?
“What does this mean?” he asked Will who was now looking
through his own file. He barely glanced over and shrugged his
shoulders. “That’s where she was taken from,” he said it like Liam
was supposed to know that already. Liam stepped closer to him.
“Taken? What do you mean, taken?” he asked. Will looked up at
him. His expression reflected Liam’s confused look on his face.
“Taken. Where they were kidnapped.” Will went back to looking at
his file, and then tucked it away in his suit jacket. “Come on we
better go claim our property.” Liam put his hand on Will’s chest.
“Kidnapped? What the fuck are you talking about? You never said
anything about kidnapped! These girls aren’t here voluntarily?” He
