Chapter 11: Auction

When two of the guards came into her cell, it was very crowded and Laura, resigned now to being fucked countless times a day, thought that they would have to take her outside if they wanted to do a threesome on her. Instead, one of them cuffed her wrists behind her back while the other released her ankle chain. Then she was bundled out of her cell and out of the large room along a dreary corridor. At the far end of the corridor she came into another large room where there were several rods forming a series of fences stretching almost from wall to wall about five feet off the ground. Bent over under the rods were a number of naked women, but before she could quite make out what they were doing at such an odd angle, she was manhandled under a rod and the handcuffs were lifted high in the air and clipped to the rod. This forced her to bend forwards, and even then it was a most painful position as the shoulder joints were bent unnaturally and were taking a good deal of her weight. One of her feet was shackled to the ground and the other foot was casually kicked until it reached another shackle where it too was fastened. In this position, bent at the waist, breasts hanging below her torso, rump in the air, legs apart, with her most intimate parts open and freely available, she was left hanging.

For two hours or more she hung there while a succession of men wandered round the room fingering and assessing the women as the fancy took them, occasionally making notes after inspecting one or other woman. It dawned on her that this was exactly what it looked like. It reminded her of the pens at the cattle market back home where prospective buyers inspected stock before a sale, and that was exactly what it was; these men were inspecting the women with a view to buying them.

Finally the last prospective buyer left and the guards came and released their hand from the suspending points. This allowed her to stand up, albeit with her feet still shackled wide apart. This eased her shoulders and enabled her to stretch some of the aching muscles.

The random, and stupid thought came, 'I wonder if anyone gets Deep Vein Thrombosis being held like that for hours?'

Then the sale seemed to have started and the women were freed and led out in turn, one every few seconds, naked. It seemed to Laura that the old and the ugly were taken out first, and some of them did look fairly hag-like. Some just went with the guards quietly, some had to be carried out bodily, and some fairly danced along, as though being sold would be a great improvement on their previous lives.

The last few were being auctioned before it was Laura's turn. The brunette had been taken out a few moments before, and the last four other women were all Arabic, and all were treated differently from the others. They were free and could stroll about. They were supplied with make-up and painstakingly did each other's faces. Laura had no idea why they should have this special treatment. Then an abaya was slipped over her head and she was led away. She couldn't find the holes she was supposed to look through so she stumbled several times.