A Slaves Debt (Closed for Kaena)

[Rocket1010]

Brad shook his head trying to clear his brain. Shadows danced on the walls in front of him and the sound of voices seemed to echo in his head. Slowly his head began to clear and the sounds became more clear and distinct. It was the sound of women, a lot of women, talking and laughing. He tried to move his arms only to hear another sound, the sound of metal clanking againstthe cold stone wall behind him. He glanced up at the sound, seeing the shackles binding his wrists. The feel of the restraints on his wrist were tight; threatening to cut into his skin if he tried to pull away.

As his mind began to clear, he tried hard to figure out how on earth he got into this mess. He remembered the late night meeting with his lawyer, Mrs. Colton. He started to remember the issue she was ranting about.

“Taxes, those damn taxes,” he muttered under his breath as the recollection of their argument became clearer. She was a shrewd lawyerwho handledhistax evasion case and got him off on a technicality. He thought everything was taken care of until a few weeks later when he received another summons to appear in court for a related tax charge. Disgruntled and upset, he talked to Mrs. Colton about the new issue and she ranted about how he deceived her by not divulging all the information. She told him her fee was now doubled and if he didn’t likeit she would make sure he was sent to jail for a long time. He remembered telling her she had no right to raise her fee and that she was a crook. Brad could stillhearher sweetmelodic voice that was becoming so crystal clear “don’t worry Brad darling I was only pulling your leg.”

She got him off and then sent him a bill for three times the amount. Brad stormed into her office,hisfacered with anger. He yelled and screamed that she was taking advantage of him and if he didn't know better, it was downright blackmail. He remembered telling her he didn't givea shitaboutjail but maybe he should report her to the bar. He was surprised that she did not put up a fight and then she told him it was all a mistakeand to show him she had no hard feeling,sheofferedhim a drink. Brad thought he had won the argument and gladly accepted the drink.

“She drugged me,” were the words screaming in his head. He pulled hard on the shackles only to feel a searing pain in his wrist bringing him back to reality. “Where am I?” he wondered as his head became clearer.

Then in front of him stood Mrs. Colton. “There is more than one way to skin a cat,” she smirked at his inabilityto move. “Since you won’t pay my fee I have decided to auction you offto getmy money and if I’m not mistaken you will fetch much more then my fee.”

Just as he was about to unleash a string of cuss words, he heard her soft laugh that seemed to turn menacing. "Youcan yell and scream all you want dear Brad. These women really don't givea shit."

His eyes turned from the woman to take in other women milling about as if they were simply at a meeting discussing some political issue. He glanced to his right and then his left, seeing men in the same predicament, shackled to a stone wall while women walked by inspecting them. He looked back at his lawyer, hearing her tell a woman that he was a bit of a wild catbut with the proper training he could serve her well.

The woman closed the distance between them, running her hands over his body as if inspecting a piece of meat from the market. She smiled at him as her hands covered his groin. He felt her fingers poking and then the palm of her hand, slid up and down his cock. “He sure seems to have the right stuff,” she said laughing. “When do we get to see what he has<” she asked matter of fact asif this was everyday talk.

“You will get to see everything when the auction begins but please feel free to touch him all you like.” Brad closed his eyes wishing thiswasalla bad dream and when he opened them he would indeed find out it was a nightmare. Instead he realized that he was trapped when his eyes opened. The woman who had taken an interest in him ran her hands over him one more time and then he watched asshe moved onto the next chained man.

When he turned his head back to the other side of the room, he saw Mrs. Colton talking to a woman who kept glancing in his direction. Mrs. Colton was waving her arms and then pointing at him and he knew they were talking about him. He tugged again at the restraints watching thetwo women talkabouthim. He couldn’t hear what was being said but he could tell one thing. The woman talking to Mrs. Colton seemed to be taking an interest in him.

 

[Kaena]

Aria was bored. There really was no other way to descibe how she was feeling. Since arriving at the abandoned warehouse, turned high end auction house, she had yet to find anything or anyone that caught her interest. Sure, she had to admit that the lot of men available for auction that night was impressive, but, none of them seemed even remotely capable of replacing her last slave. They were all a bunch of pretty boys, simpering and whining for release. She wasn't interested in anything like that. She needed a slave that would give her a challenge, and perhaps be able to handle everything she threw at him.

She was just about to give up and leave when she saw him. She wasn't sure how she hadn't noticed him before, but he was the only one in the group that seemed to have any fight left in his eyes. The others seemed resigned to their fate, but, either the reality of his situation hadn't set in yet, or he wasn't going to give up without a fight. Either way didn't really matter to her, she had made up her mind in the instant that she wanted him and she was willing to pay to own him.

Making her way over to where he was chained, she sneered in distaste at the women that were groping and prodding at him, encouraged by a woman she knew must have been his handler. She recognized the woman, she was a regular supplier to the auctions. Being a high priced tax lawyer who specialized in tax fraud seemed to provide her with an endless pool of men for the auctions. Aria could just imagine how much money these men had scammed from the government and how much they had promised to pay for Mrs. Colton to get them off scott free. In the end her price always seemed to be too high for them, and they ended up here, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder.

"How much do you want for that one," she asked, pulling Mrs. Colton away from the group of women and pointing over at him. "I will buy him outright. It will save you having to deal with the auction." She realized her mistake even before Mrs. Colton replied. It was almost as if money signs appeared in her eyes at the realization that he was such a commodity that Aria wasn't willing to lose him at the auction.

"If you want him you will have to bid on him like all the others," Mrs. Colton replied, her tone of voice condescending and bordering on rude. It was all Aria could do to hold herself back from smacking the leering smile from her face. Instead she smiled and nodded her head as if in agreement.

"If I must wait for the auction, I will, "she replied as the horn blared signalling the beginning of the auction. Backing away from Mrs. Colton, she joined the group of women circling the stage and waited with bated breath for the moment he would be brought onto the stage.

 

[Rocket1010]

Brad saw a look of disgust on the woman as she talked with Mrs. Colton. They seemed to be having a spirited conversation and he couldn’t help but think it was about him. The woman glanced at him every so often at him as they continued their discussion. He wished he could hear their conversation but they were too far away for him to overhear their subject.

Just as the horn blew for auction, he saw a shadow off to his right and then a tall blonde stood in front of him, blocking his view of Mrs. Colton and the woman. “That’s the call for the auction and I can’t wait for your nice piece of ass to get up on the stage,” she smirked. The way she looked at him, sent shivers down his spine. “My friends and I are looking for a new slave to use as we wish,” she said lewdly. Brad didn’t know what she was talking about but from the tone of her voice it would not be pleasant.

He pulled again on his restraints, feeling the searing pain in his wrists. The woman laughed as she grabbed his crotch, feeling his cock through the trousers. “Yeah me and my bitches are going to have a great time taming your wild ass,” she added squeezing his cock harder. He felt a stab of pain in his cock as her fingers tightened around his shaft.

The insults from this woman's mouth filled Brad with anger. Instinctively he tried to kick out at the woman, wanting her feel some of the pain he felt in his cock. As his leg moved toward the woman it was stopped short from striking her and he realized his legs were restrained too. The pain in his ankle streaked up his leg as he yelled. “You fucking bitch. When I get out of here I’ll show you who is going to use who!” he exclaimed at the top of his lungs. The sound of his voice carried throughout the cavernous warehouse causing women to stop their conversations and look at him. Some just shook their heads while others laughed at his seemingly useless words.

The blonde laughed at his temper tantrum. She leaned closer to him and he could smell her perfume as she whispered. “You just wait fucker. You are going to pay dearly for that little stunt.” Brad saw the menacing look in her eyes and something inside him told him he didn’t want to find out what that punishment would entail.

Mrs. Colton appeared and scolded the blonde for messing with her package. Then she turned to him and slapped him across the face. “Don’t you ever make an outburst like that again in my presence, do you understand?”

Brad felt the sting slice through his cheek. “You bitch,” he said in a low voice with seething anger.

She just laughed and then put her hand on his cheek as if to rub the redness and the pain away. “I think you are going to do very well on the auction block Brad. Yes I think your little antics just now are going to make your value increase with these women tonight. I'm looking forward to seeing how much money you bring me.”

Brad thought better of replying as she turned on her heels and walked toward a large stage. He watched as two burly men walked a man to the stage. The man seemed resigned to his fate when they cuffed him to a long chain secured to the floor; his hands behind his back to show off his physique. It reminded Brad of slave auctions from ancient Greek and Roman paintings. The crowd of women cheered and when the auctioneer, a short dark-haired woman, started barking out bids for the first auction item.

He felt helpless as he watched the crowd of women yell their bids. When the bidding slowed, one woman yelled, “Show us what we are getting for our money.” The auctioneer laughed and then called for two female assistants to show the crowd what they would be getting for their money. The assistants walked behind the man, grabbing his shirt, they ripped it off his body to the yells and catcalls of the crowd. One of them ran her fingers from his shoulders to his trousers, teasing the crowd into more catcalls. The assistants unbuckled the man’s trousers, pulling them down to reveal his cock to the women. As they stroked him, the bidding war was on and bids escalated.

Brad watched as the man eventually was sold and then another man was led to the stage to go through the same ritual. He was dazed and still uncertain as to why he was here when the two burly men approached him. “It’s your turn buddy,” one of them said as they undid the restraints. The thought of running crossed his mind but as he took a step, his legs felt wobbly. He knew he would not be able to out run the men as they grabbed his arms and pulled him to the stage.

He took in the crowd of women as he was led onto the stage and set up in the same fashion as the other men before him. Perspiration on his forehead beaded up as he stared out at the women, his arms pulled behind him and then shackled to the long chain. He stared out into the crowd seeing the blonde and the other woman who was talking to Mrs. Colton. It seemed to him they were like a pack of wolves looking for their prey and he got nervous thinking that he was about to be sold. He wanted to run but he was chained to the floor and then the auctioneer began to tell the crowd about him, calling out for an opening bid.