BY Dianne G

I try to ignore the stench hovering in the slave cages. Some of the naked girls were hovering in corners, eyes lowered to the floor, obviously already accepting their fate. I scanned all about me, wondering what might lie ahead. My outward calmness, however, was just a desperate attempt to keep my dignity in a rather hopeless situation. I could not believe this could be happening to me. Only days ago, I had lead the carefree life of a successful businesswoman, and dated a man, Marcus, with a mansion in the countryside with its stables and fields in a distant country. A place both of luxury and a refined lifestyle where I was about to spend a long over due months vacation.Arriving at the airport I am arrested, brutally strip searched and held in naked in a filthy cell where I am interogated for many hours about my relationship with Marcus. I am informed that Marcus is wanted for crimes against the nation and all his property and accounts now belong to the country. After being held imprisoned for nearly a week I am told that Marcus was shot and killed by the military while attempting to escape across the boarder and that I am now “Property of the Nation” and will be sold into slavery.I am roughly pulled from the cage and lead to a large table which is next to a wooden stage standing about four feet above dust and dirt. Siting on the edge of the table is a large filthy man who is shouting orders to his assistants in a language I do not understand. My captor and the fat man begin to haggle and I soon realize that I am the subject of the bargaining going on. Suddenly the ropes that bind my arms are undone and the leash is handed to the repulsive fat man. The fat man shouts a command at me, but I do not understand. He shouts again and this time he is angry and I am overcome with fear. By his hand gestures I realize that he wants me to completely turn around and I am to do it slowly. • I am being inspected! He gestures for me to spread my legs, I recoil shouting No! But, as the leash is pulled hard and his hand reaches for the black cat-of-nine-tails on the table I quickly obey and spread my legs. With body exposed to all the last of dignity is also torn from me. The fat man smiles the smile of satisfaction. The fat man is handed a wooden plaque which has a short length of chain attached. He puts the plaque around my neck so that the wood is resting on my chest. He then squeezes my breasts and nipples with his filthy hands makes a laughing comment to his assistants and writes something upon the wooden plaque. He then directs his helpers attention to my shaved pubic area which appears to be the source of much joking and laughter. As his filthy fingers a thrust into my vagina all I can do is gasp for air. • No!! This can not be happening to me.When the laughter stops a few more marks a written upon the plaque. I am then lead away to an area adjoining the stage which has two large columns supporting a very strong overhead beam and a low platform which is about 18 inches above the ground. There seven other naked females being held by the collars around their necks and the leashes fixed to to the overhead beam. As I step up onto the platform and my leash is pulled tight high overhead and my hands are tied behind my back I realize how helpless I am with my toes just touching the wood of the platform. • I along with the others am on display.As the day wears on my body glistens with sweat from the intense heat which seems to delight the “window shoppers” who stop and seem to discuss my attributes. But as the hours drag on I realize that I must pee and that my squirming is producing a crowd. The crowd applauds as I can not longer contain my self and the yellow stream gushes from me soaking my legs and causing me to stand in a puddle of my own urine. The tears are flowing from my eyes nearly as much. • This can not be happening to me! Not me!In the mid afternoon I and the other women on display are filthy from the dust and sweat and urine. Then, a number of women step onto the rear of the platform carrying buckets. I soon feel cool scented water being sponged onto my back, I nearly faint from the soothing sensation of it. Every muscle in my body aches from having to stand so erect and on my toes for long. The woman whispers in my ear — “Sweetie do what ever demanded of you. You do not want to end up like me. I tried to fight them It is no use. You are very pretty, you stand a chance”. I ask her to tell me more. She no longer speaks. When she comes around to my front and starts to wash me I see that she probably about my age but she is very battered and scarred. One leg had been broken and never properly set which gave her a limp, her back was a mass of scars. She did not have nipples, just gray scar tissue where they once were. Seeing her terrified me even though she gave me the only kindness I had received here. She she finished washing me she looked at the plaque hanging about my neck and whispered “You poor Dear” as she turned to scurry off.Before her comment has a chance to settle in my hands are being freed from their bonds. My leash is being released from the overhead beam. I am lead to the stage where now a large crowd has gathered. I see one of the other girls who was on display with me coming down the steps, tears pouring from her eyes. She is being whipped as she comes down and is lead away.• Oh my god! This is not a stage, it is an auction block! I am forced to climb the stairs to the top of the block. The leash about my neck is handed to the foul fat man. He removes the plaque from around my neck as I try to cover myself with my hands. The smack of a small whip across my rear tells me that I should not be trying to cover myself. He then uses a stick to make me stand with my legs spread apart and my hands on top my head. He then raises my chin with the whip. I had never felt this naked and shamed before. Then the foul one begins the bidding.“Ladies and gentlemen we have here a very fine and rare find. An American woman whom we are assured is great prize. As you can plainly see she is one who will make a great sex slave. She has had no training. I understand but she will most likely need considerable training. But as you saw this one does respond well to the whip. Who will start the bidding”?A shout comes from the crowd. “How do we know if she is a hot slut”. The foul one answers. “Let us find out”! He orders me to kneel with my legs spread wide. Kneeling he orders me to start plying with my nipples. My eye go wide with shock and astonishment that any would ask me to do this. The crack of the whip across my ass once again and I obey. In very short order my nipples harden and my chest reddens.• Oh my god.. I am becoming aroused!I am ordered to wet my finger tips and continue. I can begin to feel myself getting wet. The foul beast the sticks his fat fingers into me and announces that I am wet already. “She is truly a hot slave”. “And a tasty one at that” as he licks his fingers. The bidding starts in earnest. I am made to display myself in many degrading ways in order to bring up the bidding. Then comes the shout “SOLD!” My eye wildly dart about the crowd trying see who has purchased me.• Purchased, me!! No, this can not be real.I can not see anyone who has purchased me but I see Marcus in the back of the crowd. He is with the man who arrested me!• Did the man I love sell me into slavery and watch me being sold?As I am being taken from the block the fat beast tells me I have been sold to the owner of a brothel and that my Master should recoup my purchase price very quickly. He also said that he was very pleased with my performance on the block as Marcus has once again brought him a nice profit.