The Auction_(0)

“Are you sure this is the place, Mandy?” I ask my girlfriend. I know we’ve only been dating for a little over a week, but I feel like we’ve truly connected. I still can’t believe a girl like her would ever fall for a guy like me.

I’m not the most masculine person. I’ve actually been confused for a girl more times than I can count. That’s why I was so shocked when Mandy, the hottest girl I’ve ever seen asked me out on a date.

She’s practically my dream girl. She’s got bright red hair and the perfect skin. Her body is full of curves but not an ounce of fat on her. She’s got on a beautiful red dress with heels that almost make her a foot taller than me.

Why would a girl like her ask out a foster care child like me? I know, I’m 18 and I’m considered an adult, but I’ve always been on my own.

Anyways, she talked me into going to this ultra-exclusive party, but honestly… It looks kind of sketchy. We just pulled up to a really dark warehouse.

I’m a bit nervous. I’ve never actually been invited to a party before. If it wasn’t obvious, I’m a bit of a nerd, which makes our relationship even more lopsided.

As we get out of the car, she grabs my hand and leads me up to a dimly lit door with a guy that could play the hulk if he wanted to. “Nice to see ya, Mandy. You sure do know how to pick em.”

“What can I say, I have a love for nerds,” she says, throwing me a knee-weakening smile.

The guy gives us a grin as he opens the door and lets us in.

I’m blown away as we walk in. The warehouse is full of circular tables surrounded by chairs. There is a stage in the far end with a red curtain down. A podium is at the edge of the stage, just in front of the curtain.

“I haven’t seen anything good in the last few auctions. All I want is a cute little femboy to worship me. I don’t mind training them.” I overhear a girl in a black dress that’s slit up to the middle of her thigh. She’s absolutely beautiful. A little bit of a devil mixed with a little bit of angel. Although, she doesn’t seem that old at all. In fact, she looks as if she’s my age. Her perfect golden blonde hair comes down to one side of her shoulder. Her body is perfectly petite and her skin is a dark amber color. A goddess if I’ve ever seen one.

“Mandy! About time, I thought for sure you weren’t going to make it.” A woman says as she walks up to us. The minute her eyes fall upon me, a devilish smirk appears on her face. “Oooh… You managed to come through. As to be expected. Bring her back and we’ll get started.”

“Did you seriously doubt me?” Mandy asks.

“Of course not. Not hurry up, the guests are getting restless.”

Mandy grabs my hand and I follow her.

“Ah, Mandy… What was that lady talking about?” I ask.

“I’ll explain in a minute, come on. We’re running late.”

The next thing I know I’m being dragged behind the stage to what looks like a BDSM dungeon. There are girls in cages and in bondage. That girl’s got her wrists bound behind her and being dragged around by a leash hooked to the collar wrapped around her neck. No, wait. She’s got a penis. What the hell is going on?

“I’m going to need to you to strip out of those clothes,” Mandy says.

“What? Why? Mandy, what’s going on?” I ask.

“I forgot to tell you, this is actually an auction,” she says.

“What do you mean an auction? What’s being auctioned?” I ask.

“Ooh, is this your entry, Mandy? She looks so delicious! You better get her ready to display. Buyers are hungry.”

“Mandy?” I ask nervously.

She looks at me with eyes sharper than daggers. “Hurry up and strip. We’ve got to get you ready.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Uhh, you were always a little dimwitted. You are being auctioned off, duh. Now hurry up or else I’m going to have to get one of the handlers to do it and they can be a little rough beside the fact that they’ll take some of my cut.”

“Wait… I thought we were…”

“Dating? Get real. I seduced you because you’re the perfect slave for all those hungry powerful people out there. They’re all willing to pay big money for a slut like you. Thanks for being so easy to manipulate. Now hurry up and get naked.”

“Please, don’t make me do this!” Fear grips my entire body. I’m trembling as the realization hits me that this is really happening. I can’t believe I’ve been tricked. Somewhere deep down I knew all along, it was too good to be true.

“Charles, I’ll give you 5% if you get this sissy ready,” Mandy howlers.

This guy with a full face of makeup comes up to us. “Oh definitely, this’ll be easy.”

“Jeremy, get em naked for me dear,” Charles says.

A big muscular man grabs me and starts tearing my clothes off. I try to struggle, but it’s hopeless.

“Please, don’t do this!” I shout as I try to escape. The bear of a man has me in his arms as he rips off my pants and underwear.

“Try not to leave any marks on the sissy. This slut is hopefully going to make us quite a bit of money,” Mandy says.

I’m completely naked, desperately trying to hide my private parts. “Hold him still. I need to assess the bitch,” Charles says. “Yes, a tad bit of makeup, some silk panties and a pair of thigh highs should make him do quite well in the auction.”

“Please stop. Don’t do this.” This is a nightmare. They can’t go through with this. I just want to go back to my dorm.

“Shut up you little whore. Stop acting like a bitch. The faster we can get this done with the better,” Mandy says.

“Jeremy, please hold him up so I can get these adorable panties and the cute stockings on him,” Charles says. The big man grabs me in a full nelson and lifts my feet off the ground. The strain he’s putting my the back of my neck is unbearable.

I try to kick Charles, but Mandy holds my feet still as he slides the pink undies on me. Then they put on a pair of white thigh high stockings on.

“If you behave while I put a touch of makeup on, you won’t have to endure unbearable pain,” Charles says.

“Please, I’ll do what you want, just let me go.”

“Jeremy, why don’t you bind his hands behind his back for me.”

Jeremy drops me on the floor. He walks away. A second later, he comes back and grabs my wrists, yanks them behind my back and binds them together. “Get the sissy up on a chair for me.”

He grabs my arms and yanks me up as Mandy puts a chair down. Charles kneels down in front of me and grabs my chin. “Hold still.”

He grabs some kind of cue tip looking thing and presses it against my lips. Then he takes a pencil to my eyes. After that, he pads my cheek with a white soft cloth.

“Kay, he’s ready,” Charles says.

“Aww, the little bitch is so adorable. He’ll get us a pretty penny.”

“Please don’t do this!”

“Here,” Charles says. “Put this in his mouth.”

Jeremy puts a red ball attached to a leather strap up to my mouth. I close it tightly but he forces it in and straps it to the back of my head. “Mmmmphhh.”

“Is your contribution ready?” A man asks. “We’re ready for the next auction.”

“Yeah, she’s ready,” Mandy says as she tightens a collar around my neck and attaches a leash to it. She hands the man the leash and he pulls it tight.

I’m dragged out to a stage in front of more than a hundred people. I try to crouch down, but the man yanks the leash, forcing me upright. The crowd uhs and aws at me.

I feel so… Humiliated.

“For the next item, we’ll start the bidding at $100,000.”

Several paddles wave through the air.

“Do we have $110?” the man asks.

More paddles wave. Everyone is anxious to buy me.

“$120?”

“$200 thousand!” A rather fat man yells near the front of the stage.

Oh god, please don’t let him win. I don’t want to be sold at all. How did I get myself in this situation? I just wanted a girlfriend. I just wanted to be loved.

“$250?” The auctioneer asks.

“$300 thousand!” The woman in the black dress near the back howlers.

A weird sense of relief flows over me.

“$500 thousand!” The fat man yells.

“$750!” The woman counters.

“1 million dollars!” The man quickly retorts.

No! Please no! I don’t want to leave here with him. A few seconds hang in the air as the crowd gasps. Everyone waits for a response.

“2 million dollars.” The woman says rather calmly. The room fills with shock as the people start to whisper amongst themselves.

“2 million. Is there a buyer willing to do 2.5 million?” The auctioneer asks.

“Going once. Twice. Sold to the woman in black.”

Thank god it wasn’t that man. Eww, just the thought of him disgusts me. I can’t imagine what he would do to me.

“Madam, if you’d come to the back once the auction is finished and fill out some paperwork, you’ll be free to claim your prize.”

I was dragged to the back and put in a cage until the auction finished.