Pets

SOLD (Charlie)

After days of 'prison life' we noticed a lot of activity. People are running around yelling at other people. They are moving things all around. We knew something was gonna happen. I have a feeling I know what it is. My throat tightens and I can hardly swallow.

Our guards show up and we are led out. They walk us through a maze of halls and doorways. Finally we end up in a room set up as a 'triage' salon of sorts. There are brightly lit mirrors, salon chairs, makeup, and hair styling tools. There are also a row of shampoo bowls against a wall. Behind us is a rack of 'clothes' that is all just bras and panties with numbers attached. Each has a ribbon tied to the hanger. They are all a different color.

We hear happy chatter when the hair and makeup people are brought in. How can they be so happy when they know we are about to be sold to the highest bidder?! We each get a stylist and make up person. My hair is done by a guy and my make-up person is a girl.

They look me over and discuss amongst themselves. In whatever language they are speaking, it is not English. The man comes over to me and places his hands on my shoulders. I jumped like he hit me. I want to pretend I am at a salon getting ready to go out. I want to pretend this is normal. I see Lily in the next chair. Her people are not talking. They are doing their job and then get out of here. My hair and makeup are done and the visitors leave.

We are all now alone with our guards again. They have us stand up in a straight line. Each guy has the hanger of 'clothes' and walks us back to our cells. We are handed our 'clothes' and ordered to put them on.

Lily and I slip on our bra and panties. The push up bra does make her breasts bigger. While my bra is a joke and just puts mine on display. They gave me a dark blue, a little brighter than navy. It is a very small Demi cup cut lace thing with a strap that crosses over the top of my breast. The bottom part is hardly covering half of my nipples. The panties thankfully cover more than the bra, but not much. The waist was cut to sit low on my hips and the bottom part cut high so my ass cheeks are hanging out.

Poor Lily, hers was much more revealing. She had on a black push-up bra. It was made so It looked like her boobs were spilling out of it. It was the bottoms that made hers worse. They were nothing but straps. There was a tiny piece of lace covering hardly any of her pubic area. The straps where crisscrossed over her hips and one strap that went up her ass like a thong. The crisscrossed straps left her poor ass bare and just outlined her bottom. We both sat on the bed next to each other wondering what would happen next.

(Click click click)

Fuck, I hear the shoes. She has a guard open the door to the first cell. Then she has her little shadow hand her two pairs of heels. Finally she is handed the ribbons from the outfit hangers. I hear her tell them to put on their shoes. Then she makes them walk back and forth.

We sat and waited for our turn. When she got to us she walked in and had us stand. She walked around checking our outfits. She fixed the straps so they were straight and made sure our breasts were put in each bra to give them the most appealing look. It was really hard not to punch her in her fucking face as she manhandled me. A guy watching with a gun will help keep you in check when you really want to rage.

She held her hands out for shoes which were given without being asked. She had us put them on. She was not happy that I was wobbling, and had a hard time just standing in my ultra high heels. Lily didn't have a problem with hers.

Then she held out her hands again. She was handed two ribbons that matched our outfits. She tied them around our necks. They had a heart charm with a number on it. Once she was satisfied with her ribbon tying she moved on.

After all that we wait. The guards all stand around looking bored till a yell goes out and the cell doors are opened. We are led out and once again all of the girls are led to a new area. Lily and I hold hands, afraid to let go of each other. They haven't tried to separate us yet, and I am thankful.

The very large, very open room. Tall cages are set up in a circle shape around a large platform stage. Each cage had a light directly over it, and was also lit from the bottom. A long pole was centered in each cage. I hope they don't expect us to dance!?

There were some tables set around with fancy tablecloths, and place settings. They even have fancy centerpieces with flowers. It kinda had a BDSM wedding reception feel.

They start pulling the other girls away, locking them inside the several small cages. As they tried to pull me and Lily apart we gripped each other tighter. The guards tried to pull us apart without messing up our looks. They started yelling at us, but it just made us hold each other all the more. Soon I heard the familiar 'clicking'.

"What the hell is the problem here?!" She grit her teeth and grabbed one of the men. He started pointing and explaining. She looked at us and rolled her eyes.

"We don't have time for this! People are arriving...just put them in the same cage." She stomped off really pissed. The guards dragged us together to a cage. We huddled together, not letting go. We found out the poles weren't for dancing, they were to hold our restraints. We fought but somehow they managed to get cuffs on us. We were cuffed to the pole and then forced to our feet. So the 'guests' could get a good look at us.

There was music playing softly in the background, and people started walking around. They had drinks, some even nibbled hors d'oeuvres. It was like we were art for auction at a fancy auction house.

You can hear them murmuring to each other. Their comments about us or the other girls are disgusting. Some of them pick at every flaw. Others talk about the parts of us they like, and changing the ones they don't. Then the worst ones where people who would talk about what they would do with us.

I couldn't see Lily but I could tell she was crying off and on. Sometimes her sobs and fear would cause her to shake. I spent most of my time glaring at people. Most didn't pay attention others would taunt me. I kept my mouth shut though. I didn't want a guard to come over here. That would not be good for either me or Lily.

The crowd started getting bigger. You could see waiters serving people. They were laughing and talking like it was a big party. A few people got close to the cage. It went on like this for the longest time.

It suddenly got quiet. The lights changed and the people no longer walked around. The center stage area was the only lit part in the room. A man had walked out and smiled as he looked around the room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome. We are hope you are all as excited as we are to get this started. We have some very beautiful pieces for you to bid on today. I hope you all have enjoyed the event so far, and had plenty of time to examine the pieces." He kept saying 'pieces' but I am pretty sure he meant people. Because that's what we are, Fucking people! "Now we will start soon each table has an ambassador to help with the bidding which you will be able to see on the screens provided. As always we will have the big screen showing in real time as the bids come in here behind me."

A large huge t.v. screen lit up behind him. There was a lot going on there. There were several small screens open. Each had the word 'piece', a number next to it, and then bid below. What a very fancy and efficient way to sell people.

Soon the auction started. The cage of the 'piece' being sold would light up while the numbers would rapidly change on the screens. We could hear the people laughing excitedly as they bid. Every once in awhile you would hear taunts, screams of excitement, or celebration if they won. I made my stomach roll. This was a game for these assholes.

When our cage lit up I felt Lily tremble violently. I don't know which one of us they were selling off first, but it had caused quite a lot of noise from the people purchasing us. I could see the numbers change so quick it was like a blur. I had to stop watching. It seemed to make this even more real.

After they finished selling off the last of us lowly pieces the lights changed again. The man who was MCing the event thanked everyone and bid them a good night. Another man took the mic, and was instructing people. The crowd noise increased and the room was all movement again. Some of the lights were turned back on. A very well dressed man came up to our cage and started giving orders to some of the men around him. He watched as we were uncuffed and pulled from the cage.

We tried to hold each other but these guys were smarter. The one pulling me found the pressure point in my neck, and I couldn't help letting go. I can hear the man yelling orders at his men. We were not cooperating and the big guys in suits that pulled us apart flung us over their shoulders. We still kicked and hit them trying to get away. Another man showed up and I felt the prick of a needle. It was the last thing I remember.