Chapter 14

"Welcome to a special video auction ladies and gentlemen," announced the man in the tuxedo.

He stood in a large room darkened except for a small circular cushioned mat positioned in the center of the floor. The mat was brightly lit with video floodlights. The man stood in the middle of the mat addressing the several cameras which were televising his image, by closed circuit television, to the private homes of cartel members around the world.

"Mr. Drawes." he said, looking into the camera, "we welcome you. Since this is your first time in purchasing from the cartel, I shall explain the procedure which is quite simple. Tonight we have twelve women for your consideration. Five are White, three are Black, two Hispanic, one Middle Eastern and one Asian. As each is brought on camera I will provide you with a bit of background. She will then perform for you and during her performance the bidding will be open. Minimal bid raise is ten thousand American dollars. Highest bidder takes the prize. Your merchandise will be shipped to you by private jet and you should have her within two days at the most. Are there any questions?"

Vickie sat in an adjoining room with some of the other owners whose property was to be auctioned, while Laurel and Cassandra sat nude, as did the other women to be auctioned, in a different room. Most of the women had been kidnapped, but one of the younger women, a teenager from Mexico had actually been purchased from her parents for a few pesos.

"Hearing no questions, I believe we are ready to begin," said the man, stepping into the darkness, but keeping his microphone. Another microphone hung suspended over the mat.

The door opened and Laurel and Cassandra watched fearfully as one of the women, from the Middle East was led out. There were fearful exchanges of looks as the door closed and the women were left to wonder about their fate, their eyes glued on the monitor mounted on the wall.

The woman was led to the mat and released. As she had been instructed, she turned slowly, revealing every inch of her naked body to the cameras and therefore to the potential bidders.

"He name is Layla, she is twenty-one. She was taken from the village of Asran two weeks ago. Her measurements are 34-23-35 and here is why we have offered her first tonight... she is a virgin, our only virgin in tonight's auction."

The young woman stood alone in the light, afraid and cowering. She was directed to bend over so her most intimate privates could be inspected by the bidders. She was trying to hold back the tears as she complied.

"Shall we start the bidding at five hundred thousand," stated the auctioneer.

He looked to the panel with the names of the fourteen bidders for tonight's auction and saw an amount light up beside one of the names.

"Ah, Monsieur Lebeau has opened at five hundred thousand. Do I hear six hundred thousand?"

Another light flashed on the board.

"Yes, Madame Knoor now has the bid at six hundred thousand. Do I hear seven?"

Laurel and Cassandra looked at each other in incredulity. They saw the girl openly crying now as the bidding became more intense.

"The bid now stands at seven hundred and sixty thousand. Do I hear another bid for this sweet young thing?"

There were no new lights on the board.

"Very well... going once... going twice... SOLD to Mr. Vercelli for seven hundred and sixty thousand!"

The girl was led off and taken down a passageway and into a room where, as soon as the money electronically changed accounts, she would be bound, taken to the airport and whisked away to her new home and Master.

"I can't believe this is happening," sobbed Laurel.

"We'll be all right... I hope," Cassandra said, trying to sound encouraging.

"Our next offering is from Columbia," said the auctioneer as a stunningly beautiful Latino was brought, struggling, to the mat.

"A fiery one here. Channa is the daughter of a government administrator who could not be convinced to cooperate with the local drug lord, so she became our property less than a week ago. She is twenty-four, 36-22-36 and I am told on good authority, possesses a very talented mouth."

A muscular brute, naked, entered the light and pointed to the mat. When the woman did not respond, he slapped her viciously twice. This was obviously not the first time Channa had been dealt with in such a manner. She looked around, saw there was no escape and as the man brought his hand back to hit her again, she slid to her knees and reluctantly took his penis into her lovely mouth.

"Starting the bidding at three hundred thousand," said the auctioneer as the brute whispered something, obviously a threat, and the attractive woman began sucking energetically, reaching to grasp his buttocks and pull him even farther into her.

"Ah, three hundred thousand from Mistress Calente. Do I hear four?"

Laurel looked away from the screen in disgust. Cassandra put her arm around the older woman. They both shivered.

"Sold for four hundred thousand even to Miss Trulant," announced the tuxedoed man as the brute climaxed in the mouth of the lovely Columbian.

She too was led off into another area of the building while the next woman was summoned.

And so it went. The other ten women were brought in, exhibited and auctioned, the virgin bringing the most and the Australian the least at just over two hundred thousand. Laurel and Cassandra were not sure whether being last was a blessing or curse, since their sale was inevitable and the anticipation each time the door had opened for a women to be taken, exhibited and sold, brought their hearts into their throats. Other than the virgin, each woman had been screwed for the pleasure of the bidders as well as to show off the woman's talents and drive up the bidding.