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CHAPTER 4
All the client Mistresses had left the viewing room, and the female attendants quickly unchained us all – and had us line up in a double column. We had to hold out our hands to be shackled, and were led into a hallway adjoining the auction auditorium. After a few minutes the auction started, and we were led one by one onto the auction dais. Though we were unable to see the proceedings, we could overhear the bidding. First a handsome and strong young man in his prime was sold for two hundred coins. Next a woman in her thirties was sold for five hundred coins.
In a very business like manner, they quickly sold us off one after another. I noticed however, that the women were being sold for substantially more then the men. For some inexplicable reason, I was proud that I would cost more than a man!
There were only two more slaves to be sold, before it would be my turn. It was terrifying to think that in a mere ten - fifteen minutes, I too would have a Mistress. I shuddered to think that soon some Mistress would have complete control over me, even the right of putting me to death. I shuddered at the thought that the mother of that young brat might purchase me. If she had her way, I would be made to live a life even worse than death. I vowed to myself that no matter how much I might be forced to obey my Mistress, I would never become subservient to her! Even if it meant taking my own life first.
I stood in line waiting for my turn to be sold into slavery. I quickly did the math in my mind. Four minutes on average per sale. Nine people in line ahead of me. 36 minutes!
Another sale, followed by another sale. I stood frozen with fear as a awaited my turn.
Before I knew it, two guards came and released me from the rings and tied my hands and my upper shoulders behind my back. With my breast thrust out, I was led through a side door where they made me wait until the man on the dais was sold. After he was sold for only one hundred and thirty coins, the guards led me onto the dais and then stepped away from me.
The lights were incredibly bright, and though I could make out the profiles of the mistresses, I was not able to see their faces. On the dais a woman with a microphone was talking. It took me a moment to realize that she was describing me.
"Well ladies," she said. "This fine specimen's name is Mikah. She's a ripe eighteen years of age, daughter to the senior Senator of Grecolo, which we captured just three week's ago." Loud applause greeted the mention of our defeat.
"As you can see, her skin is beautifully tanned. Take a close look at her ripe pink pussy, and see how her breasts are well developed and firm. But best of all ladies, she is a virgin! Shall we start the bidding at five hundred?”
Their was indecipherable talking and murmuring and only seventy four seconds later I heard the auctioneer call out, "Sold for one thousand two hundred coins to the 'Talos' estate."
And with that brief announcement, I was now a slave!
Two guards took me by my arms and escorted me off the dais, to a small private room. On the way, one of the guards commented, "You're a lucky girl. Your new Mistress is the young daughter of one of the most powerful and rich members of the council." When I heard this I knew my worst fears had been realized! I no longer had any doubt that the cruel mother had kept her promise, and had brought me for her bitchy little daughter. I repeated my earlier vow. I would kill myself rather than ever become submissive to such a vile child!
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