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
kept his voice low even though he was livid. Will pushed him up
against the wall. “No, they’re not here voluntarily. They were all
kidnapped. Haven’t you heard of Human Trafficking?” Liam closed
his eyes and took a deep breath. Will continued. “So that means
what you just did, my friend, is a felony.” Liam opened his eyes.
“That’s right, you can go to jail for the rest of your life. But that
would be a treat compared to what the men in the building would do to you if they heard you talking like this. So I suggest we go claim our
property and we can talk more about this later.”
Both men went downstairs where they escorted to a back
room. The women stood in the room, wearing the same tube dress,
both looked drugged and out of it. Everything happened very fast.
The back door opened, revealing a white limo in view, bags were put
over the women’s heads, and they were shoved to the men, to
which were shoved out the back door.
Will pushed his girl in the limo, and quickly stepped in after
her. Liam’s girl swayed back and forth, like she wasn’t steady on her
feet. He put his arm around her waist, and helped her in the car.
As soon as he shut the door behind him the car took off. Liam glared
at Will, who shook his head as if not to say anything in front of the
girls. Liam looked over at his new purchase and saw her shaking. He
put his hand on her leg and she flinched. She was ice cold. He took
off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, to which she
mumbled a ‘thank you’. Liam again glared at Will, and just shook his
head, cussing under his breath. They arrived at Liam’s yacht and quickly helped the girls
inside. Each man went to their respective rooms to get the girls
settled.
“Hey, restrain yourself please. I really want to talk to you. Get
her settled and meet me in the bar,” Liam instructed. He noticed
how Will groped and whispered in his girl’s ear every chance he got.
He hoped he could focus and talk to him long enough to explain
what the fuck was going on.
After a mind blowing conversation Will had explained that he
thought Liam knew these girls were kidnapped and sold at auction
against their will.
“These girls have a better life than most. Their kidnappers
saw reason for them to be sold at auction. Most of the girls that are
kidnapped are hooked on drugs and forced to work in brothels.”
Liam stepped toward him. “Better off? Are you fucking crazy? They
aren’t better off! What just because they are sold to one man,
they’re better off? What if that man shares her with his friends, or
sells her again, or makes her work as a whore anyway?” Liam ran his hands through his hair. “This is so fucked up, on
so many levels!” He paced the room. “I just have to give her back, or
let her go, that’s all.” Will laughed. “Give her back? In case you didn’t
realize this at the hotel, the men we bought her from, aren’t the full
refund kinda guys? You can’t just show your receipt and say you
want your money back, Liam!”
“I don’t give a shit about the money! It isn’t about the
money! It’s about a person, a young girl!” Will took a step forward. “I
don’t know what you expect to do here, Liam. You can’t just give her
back, because they will kill you.” Liam looked at him and rolled his
eyes. “Then I’ll just let her go.”
“Yeah, let her go, an even better option. Sorry honey, didn’t
know you weren’t in to this, well, see ya! Liam, it doesn’t work that
way, you know that.” Liam paced the floor. “What did you think you
were doing? I mean where did you think the money went? No one
gave you a contract with limits or guidelines; Terms and time limits
were never discussed either. Did you really think you could spend this kind of money on a
girl, not discuss those things, and have it be legit?”
Liam paced the floor. He thought of those things, but just too
late. The truth was, having a sexual slave excited him so much he
hadn’t given much thought to the practical nature of this whole
process.
“This is okay for you? You’re actually alright with this? You’re
going to go in there and rape that girl? Because that’s what it is, Will!
She might be so damn scared or drugged out of her mind that she
lets you, but it’s still rape!” Will patted him on the shoulder.
“Liam, it doesn’t have to be all bad, really. I mean, you are
used to being a Dominate. This is just another level of that.” Liam
rolled his hand off his shoulder. “This is not another level of being a
Dom, Will. This is illegal! I’ve punished women for not obeying me,
but I’ve never raped a girl before. I’ve never punished a girl that
didn’t understand what was coming and want it. I can’t do this. How
can you do this? What kind of sick bastard are you?” Liam asked the question, and it sounded rhetorical but it
wasn’t. He wanted an answer.
“It’s hard at first, I’ll give you that. But you go through stages,
and it gets easier. Sometimes it’s an amazing turn on to have them
fight you. Come on, none of your subs ever tried to fight you off?
None of them ever said no, when you said yes?” Liam looked at Will
like he had completely lost his mind, and he had.
“Will, you know as much as I do, the power of a Dom/Sub
relationship is in the hands of the sub. She says no, you stop. She
isn’t in the mood, so you don’t do it. No, I’ve never had to wrestle
any of my subs to get what I wanted.” Liam couldn’t believe what his
friend was saying. He had known Will since college. They had been
best friends for years. They even worked together on several
projects. But he had no idea Will was in to this kind of lifestyle. Then
something occurred to him.
“How many times have you done this?” Liam asked, but
wasn’t sure if he really wanted an answer this time. Will hung his
head and walked to the bar to pour himself a drink. “Remember Maria?” he asked. Liam nodded. Will narrowed
his eyes, and to okay a sip of his whiskey.
“You bought Maria?” Liam asked. “But I saw you two
together, you seemed happy. She came with you to charity dinners
and family functions.” Liam looked to Will for an explanation.
“She was with me for months before you ever met her. It was
hard in the beginning, but soon it became the caring relationship you
saw. Now let me ask you, seeing her and me together, talking to
Maria, would you have ever thought I would have bought her? That
at one point she never left the confines of my bedroom?” Will took
another sip of his drink. Liam was speechless. Maria and Will seemed
so happy. She seemed happy. Liam had talked to her several times,
without anyone arou
nd, and she never once gave him any clue she
had been kidnapped.
“Remember Miranda?” he spoke again. “The Irish waitress?” Liam added. Will nodded. “You bought
her too?” now he was truly confused. Will sat on one of the
barstools and twirled a lime in his drink.
“She was kidnapped from an art exhibit in Madrid. I had to
keep her blind folded for the first few weeks because she spit at me
every time she saw me. We were together for almost a year.” He
took another sip.
“She lives in Boston now, in a very nice house, and has her
own bakery. She’s getting married in December. I was invited to the
wedding.” Liam ran his hands over his face. Was he for real?
“Look, Liam, I know this isn’t what you thought you were
getting but you’ve got her now, and you paid a lot of money for her. I
say enjoy it. You’re an attractive guy, rich, and successful, if anyone
can make her like them, I am sure it’s you.” “I can’t do this, Will! I just can’t. She’s 22 years old, a virgin
for fuck sake! How can I go in there and make this girl my slave? I
don’t even know how to do that?” Liam felt trapped. He knew he
couldn’t just let her go, and giving her back wasn’t an option. He
would probably be killed and she would definitely be sold to
someone else. Someone who wouldn’t care about her feelings like
he did, maybe someone like Will.
“You’re a Dominate, Liam you can do this. Take it in stages.
The first stage is fear and respect. She has to know you’re in control,
what you say is law, she does what you tell her, and only what you
tell her, and if she doesn’t, she gets punished. It’s just like a sub/dom
relationship, except there is no, no. She can’t tell you no, she doesn’t
have a safe word. She’s yours to do what you want, when you want,
and she needs to learn that. She needs to fear you, but respect you
too.” Liam nodded his head at Will. That was similar to a dom/sub
relationship. Will continued. “Then when she realizes this is her life
now, she can either obey or get hurt, you move to the next stage. Comfort and protection. She will know that if she doesn’t do
what you want her to, you will punish her, but then you can also
comfort her. I know it sounds crazy, taking comfort from the person
causing you pain. But it works.” He went on. “Her world will be small,
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