Nymphadora
Planetoid
- Joined
- Feb 9, 2014
- Location
- East Coast
She wasn't sure how it had happened. How she'd gotten there. The last thing Emily remembered clearly was the bus stop after the subway. After work the usual commute home. Down to the train then up to the bus at the corner. The bus had been late, though. No sign of it and that was really strange because it was late at night and it wasn't busy with traffic or passengers. The young woman had stood there, checking her phone for updates that never came. Her signal was low, a weirdness that added to her frustration. She never thought anything weird was going on but once she started to come around the signs had all been there. Her memory up to the point she'd felt the sting in the back of her shoulder was clear in hindsight. A setup to snatch her from the world when she was at the most vulnerable. Alone. Tired from work.
Now she was being herded along in a line of young women and men all looking as uncertain and frightened as herself. They were linked by a shackle and chain from their wrists and were flanked by men carrying leather floggers or straps which they used when someone tried to speak or slowed down. On they were marched, naked, some crying and showing signs of beating. Some catatonic with fear. Emily merely looked around, trying to figure out where they were and why. There were eight people, captives, in the line. It looked like an old warehouse of some sorts and she could hear the soft sound of another group of people echoing off the walls as they were led out onto some kind of stage.
Each captive was carefully separated from the group. One at a time and pushed to the front of the stage in front of bright lights. She would be fourth to go through this new terror and humiliation. Emily was not very tall but her body was well shaped. A narrow waist but large chest with a perky, round ass that got her many a 'friendly' smack as she worked the tables of the diner she'd left who knows how many hours ago. Right now she'd take one of those grimy workmen and their crude flirting over this. Her long dark hair hung down in the slightly dishevelled braids as she was proded to the front to stand and 'display' herself.
That was when she realised it. This was some kind of auction. The other captives, the one's who'd gone before were being escorted to different people off the stage. As she looked around, Emily saw the way they were being prodded and examined. Collars were being buckled and locked snuggly around their necks. Her brown eyes widened as she tried to see the people who were discussing her openly so that she could hear. "Looks fresh. Young. Probably never even had anything in her ass." "I could do plenty with those tits. String her up and watch her dangle while those round globes get all nice and purple." "That pouty mouth is sweet." and so many other things.
Emily was starting to panic, the entire situation getting to be too much. She took a step back and felt a strap lash across the back of her thighs. "Stay." The command came as she whimpered in pain. "You move when summoned only." That gruff voice explained. Which was when it happened, someone wanted to inspect her. The guard assigned to her led her off the stage, a hand gripping her by the upper arm as she dug her feet in to fight the pull. "No no... Wait! I don't understand! I was at the bus stop! Where am I??" Emily began sputtering, frightened of where she was being taken and why. Did this mean someone had just purchased her??
Now she was being herded along in a line of young women and men all looking as uncertain and frightened as herself. They were linked by a shackle and chain from their wrists and were flanked by men carrying leather floggers or straps which they used when someone tried to speak or slowed down. On they were marched, naked, some crying and showing signs of beating. Some catatonic with fear. Emily merely looked around, trying to figure out where they were and why. There were eight people, captives, in the line. It looked like an old warehouse of some sorts and she could hear the soft sound of another group of people echoing off the walls as they were led out onto some kind of stage.
Each captive was carefully separated from the group. One at a time and pushed to the front of the stage in front of bright lights. She would be fourth to go through this new terror and humiliation. Emily was not very tall but her body was well shaped. A narrow waist but large chest with a perky, round ass that got her many a 'friendly' smack as she worked the tables of the diner she'd left who knows how many hours ago. Right now she'd take one of those grimy workmen and their crude flirting over this. Her long dark hair hung down in the slightly dishevelled braids as she was proded to the front to stand and 'display' herself.
That was when she realised it. This was some kind of auction. The other captives, the one's who'd gone before were being escorted to different people off the stage. As she looked around, Emily saw the way they were being prodded and examined. Collars were being buckled and locked snuggly around their necks. Her brown eyes widened as she tried to see the people who were discussing her openly so that she could hear. "Looks fresh. Young. Probably never even had anything in her ass." "I could do plenty with those tits. String her up and watch her dangle while those round globes get all nice and purple." "That pouty mouth is sweet." and so many other things.
Emily was starting to panic, the entire situation getting to be too much. She took a step back and felt a strap lash across the back of her thighs. "Stay." The command came as she whimpered in pain. "You move when summoned only." That gruff voice explained. Which was when it happened, someone wanted to inspect her. The guard assigned to her led her off the stage, a hand gripping her by the upper arm as she dug her feet in to fight the pull. "No no... Wait! I don't understand! I was at the bus stop! Where am I??" Emily began sputtering, frightened of where she was being taken and why. Did this mean someone had just purchased her??