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Amanda, or Mandy as most of her friends called her, had everything going for her. She was smart, funny, loving... She seemed to be a decent girl from a decent neighbourhood. She wasn't the girl to dress provocatively, or seductively - like a slut, and was probably one of the only virgins in the area after deciding to save herself for the right guy to come along. She still had her innocence despite been 18 years old and boys loved this about her, trying to get into her pants though she always turned down the offers.

Mandy had decent looks to; long red hair and blue eyes sometimes made people do a double take just to look at her face again. She had pale skin and stood at around 5'5 with 36 b boobs and a few freckles painted over her face. People, boys especially, saw her as an angel that needed to be broken into. None had ever gone as far as to just force it from her though.

Right now though, things weren't as innocent as Mandy had been led to believe. She was just coming around from a large dose of drugs, dazed and confused as she'd been locked into a cell, pitch black, with chains around her ankles and attached to one of the bars so she couldn't escape. As she became more aware of her surroundings, Mandy realised she was naked, and not the only girl around. She could hear several cries and whimpers from other females obviously stuck in other cages.

A whimper left the girl as she remembered been stopped in the street by a stranger, wanting to know where abouts a street was. After that she remembered nothing but something pricking her before been knocked out and everything going black. The girl just curled up in the corner, trying to hide herself as she started to cry, wondering where she was and what was to happen.
 
Rain drops streaked down the slightly tinted windows of the large, black Mercedes Benz, which was slowly pulling up to a rather large warehouse. The rusting walls of the warehouse had seen better days; looking like they could buckle under the roofs weight. Rain fell down and into the groves of the rusting metal, falling onto the dark brown and muddy ground. The warehouse looked like any normal supply holding facility, however, this wasn't the case. This empty building was home to the slave trade, but not a normal slave trade, the young girl trade. It was run by a group of experienced criminals that only were known by few groups.

As the Mercedes Benz stopped outside, the back door opened and a tall, slender figure stepped out in a long, black coat. Medium long, blond hair fell over his left eye as he stood up straight, rain falling onto his coat. The figures name was James Brook. James was 6"3 with a strong body structure and at the age of 24. Closing the door behind him, he looked up at the warehouse and smiled as a small drop of water fell onto his cheek, slowly running down his face. Wiping it from his pail skin, he walked towards the door and pushed it open. As he did, two tall security guards approached him, searching his coat and clothes to make sure he wasn't carrying anything incriminating or any police bugs.
The last few times the event was put on, there had been some spys placed in the audience, but this time, precautions and security had been stepped up.

Once he had been given the all clear, James looked up at the room, being greeted by a rather attractive, young girl, who was smiling intently.

"Hi and welcome to the auction. Have you got any interests today or just browsing?" He said with a sweet smile, but he could tell it was a forced one.
"Yes, thank you." Taking the booklet from her which contained the pictures and details of all of the objects on sale for today.
Walking towards the seats, he sat at the back of the room.
James didn't get that involved in the loud bidding and comment making as most of the others did, he was a rather reserved person.
Flicking through the book, he saw a few possible buys, but decided to leave it to when he saw the girls on the stage.

James Brook descended from a very rich, but crime riddled family. His father was head of a crime group known as the Brookes. His father wasn't one to be creative, but was very clever and stern. James looked up to his father when he was alive. 5 years ago, his father was gunned down by the police force that had been tracking him for years. Once he had been killed, James was informed at the large fortune he had received; 10 Million pounds and the majority shareholder in a number of multi-billion companies.
 
It was later on that day that the rain started, Mandy could hear it pouring down outside and then not long later she could hear people talking, laughing and just general conversation. She had no idea what was going on.

"Help!" She called out.

"I'd be quiet if I were you..." Another girl spoke.

"Why? Why are we here?" Mandy asked quietly.

"To be sold." Was the reply.

Mandy frowned, shaking her head and trying to figure out what was going on. She was going to be sold, for what? It wasn't until she remembered that she was naked that she realised what was happening. The floor was cold and as time went by, Mandy was shivering from the cold and watching the girls been led from their cages to a curtain. The girl next to her was soon taken as someone came and grabbed her, releasing the chains from the bar, but not from around her ankle.

It was around a minute later that Mandy found herself naked and on stage, in front of thousands of people. Horrified, she tried to leave but found two guards holding her small thin form. The only thing she could do was try to cover herself, they stopped that to. So, Mandy started screaming and fighting, trying to kick out at the people on stage.

"...And this young fighter is special. A virgin, you don't get these any more really, not at such a young age anyway, some of you may enjoy this fighter's spirit. I know a lot of you like to break people in. I can assure that whoever gets this one will not be receiving bad habits and will be able to teach her what they like best... So, I'll start the bidding at 10,000..." He started.

Hands quickly started rising "20,000...25,000... 30,000..." He continued soon getting to 100,000.
 
James smiled as he saw the new girl kicking back and fighting the guards on stage. He smiled as she punched the guard in the chest, but to no effect. He fist simply bounced off his chest as he snatched her hand and put it down to the side of him. He eyed up her body, there wasn't a trace of hair on her body; not even on her lower body. He thought that she must had shaved not too long ago. He found it strange that she was a virgin, yet she shaved. It was only a small fault that he found.

So far, she was the only interesting girl in the whole line up. The rest seemed to give in to easily and accept that they were to be sold, she didn't. She had fight in her, a spirit that wouldn't die, like a naked flame that refused to go out; James liked this.
He raised his booklet to bid £60,000 but was quickly outbid. He didn't bid again till the older men had decided it was too rich for them. All that was now left was 3 main bidders and himself. A short, brown haired business man, a old, grey haired man and a female. He raised his eye at her as it wasn't normal to have a woman in the bidding hall; she must be new.

Looking back up at the girl, he could see her starting to whimper. He frowned and raised his booklet again. £90,000. Outbid again. Sighing he looked at his watch and saw that time was passing on. He was growing tired of this bid now as he had his mind set on the girl on the stage. She was perfect for his large but lonely home.
The woman dropped out and cursed as she walked out, James laughed and kept his eyes on the other two bidders. Letting them bid each other out.

After a few minutes and the bids reaching reaching £300,200, the older man dropped out, at which the auctioneer to count down.
"Going once... Going twice..."
As he heard twice, James raised his booklet and bid £310,000. Everyone turned around in shock and some whispers started. The last bidder stood up and shouted.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SHE IS MINE!"

James laughed and flicked his hair out of his eyes, looking at the business man.
"Well? Are you going to bid?" He said in a deep but soothing voice. It seemed to calm the man as he sat down with his own smile on his face.
"£500,000." The man said with a laugh and looking at the auctioneer. The man stood there with a look of amazement, looking to the young, naked girl on the stage he shook his head.
"All for a virgin." He said under his breath. Looking up to James he gestured to see if he wanted to continue.
James nodded and cleared his throat.
"One million." Slide out of his throat as everyone gasped in shock once more.
The business man sighed and threw his booklet down, standing up and looking at James. He walked out and didn't continue the bid.

Scratching his head, the auctioneer sighed as well.
"Going once... Going twice..." Holding a long pause. "Sold to... What is you name sir?" He said with a fascinated look on his face. Everyone else turned and looked as well, waiting to hear the man's name.
"James Brook." He said standing up and walking up to the stage. At that point, everyone gasped once more. Whispers of the Brook family and his father circulated the room, more interest on him that any of the bids.
 
Mandy was horrified even more as the bidding went higher and higher.... It soon got to one million and Mandy was shaking her head and crying her eyes out, struggling despite the fact that she couldn't get out of it. She'd just been sold. She wasn't anyone's property and she was going to make sure of this, especially as she lay eyes on the person that had apparently 'bought' her.

"I'm not yours!" She screamed angrily, trying to spit out at him despite the distance, her words venomous. Her eyes had a look that told them she wanted to kill the people that were there. She wanted to murder the people that had done this to her.

Once sold was said, Mandy was taken backstage where James would be shown to, to collect his purchase. Once they got there a collar was wrapped around her neck and fastened, a padlock put there to secure it so the girl couldn't undo it and run. One of the guards held a leash and buckled it to the loop, another still holding Mandy as she refused to give up and continued to struggle.

"Just stop struggling Bitch!" One of them snapped, though he wanted to hit her, he didn't. He didn't dare mark anyone's property, they'd be sacked for that.

"I want to go home! Take me home! I'm not anyone's property!" She screamed.

One of the guards looked up as James entered the room. "I hope she's worth the money, this is a fiesty one. Want her tied up and gagged or not?" He asked.
 
James didn't stand back or stop walking to her as she shouted at him. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked towards the girl. He shook his head as the guard asked if he wanted her tired up or not.
"No, that won't be needed. Also, return her clothes will you? I have seen enough for now." He said in a calm manner, looking away from the girl. James could still hear everyone talking about him and his family. He sighed and turned his head to them, giving them a stern look; at once, they all stopped.

James was known for his hard ways and knowing the right people. He was a feared figure by other gangs and even the police thought twice about approaching him. The last time the police stopped him, the two policemen were sued and lost their jobs due to 'harassment'. His band of lawyers had never lost a case, and if they did, they would be in more trouble than they could ever think.

James looked at the auctioneer and handed him a cheque.
"That should suit shouldn't it Mr. Brown?"
The auctioneer simply nodded and smiled.
"Thank you Mr. Brook. It is always a pleasure to have you here. Shall we send you details of the next meeting?"
James looked at his new slave and laughed.
"Some how, I think this one will be a lot to handle, so not for a while, thank you." He looked to the security guard who hadn't moved to get her clothes. He growled and he moved at once. Bring back her clothes from the back room.
He handed them to her and she quickly put them on.

"Come on now. Lets go home." He said gesturing to walk towards the door and into his car.
 
Mandy quickly grabbed her jeans and panties, sliding them both on before putting on her bra and pink shirt. Her hoodie was harder to put on, but the guard moved the leash up so that it could be put on. She stopped struggling only to get her clothes on. As soon as they were on she tried to run. Mandy got no where though as the leash was still tightly gripped.

"You're not going anywhere, kid." He growled.

"I want to go home." She turned to James. "And your home isn't my home you evil bastard!" She screamed, kicking and fighting, though it was no good for her. She couldn't keep up the fight. She was no match for them.

"You might want to hold the leash..." The guard told James.

"No! I want to go home! Get this stupid stuff off me. I'm not anyone's property. I don't care how much you paid for me! I'm NOT yours!" Mandy screamed.
 
James smiled and took the leash. Pulling her close to him, he took of the collar and put it in his pocket.
"Do you know where you are?" He said to Mandy.
"You have no idea where you actually are. You don't even know if you are still in the same town as your own house." His voice was smoothing and calm.
"You can't have had a good life before this event, otherwise you wouldn't be here. My home supply's food, clothes, warmth and a roof over your head. All I ask is you to be my slave." James said with a smile on his face.
"I am the best possible buyer for you. I have a heart, unlike this lot." He said sighing and turning his back to walk out.
"Come on." He said to his new slave, sliding his hands into his pockets again and making his way towards the door.

The other buyers were looking in shock at not taking advantage of her from the moment go. They started to get agitated by the sweet virgin in front of them and not having the chance to break her in. They all started to surround her, their lust overcoming sense. One grabbed the girls arm and pulled her onto her knees in front of him. Starting to move her hand to his crotch.
"Good girl. You are going to swallow what I give you to swallow." With a devilish smile on his face.
Before he said another sing, a hand grasped around his mouth and pulled him back with such force, his feet lifted off the floor and was thrown into the chairs where everyone was sat. Everyone turned to see who threw him and it was James.

"Don't touch what isn't yours." He said, still with his calm tone. Everyone stepped back from his slave a second after.
 
Mandy stared at the guy as he took the collar and leash off of her. Though as he walked away she was left standing there, her change to run. She was about to when someone grabbed her causing her to stumble. She didn't hear what was said, terrified, but she soon got the picture. When the guy that had bought her attacked the guy that had grabbed her, she wondered if this would be so bad.

"I'm not your slave or your pet, or whatever it is. I'm not yours! I'm going home. I'll find home." She growled. "And just so you know, my life was fine. I was kidnapped. I'm not going to do what you want ever so you should get your money back."

Mandy then decided on running. She had to get away. As she ran past James she pushed him, though it wasn't much of a push she started running as fast as she could out into the rain in any direction, hoping it would lead to civilisation and somewhere were she could find home.
 
James sighed as she answered him back and ran towards the door. The security guards went to stop her, but James shook his head. Everyone yelled at him.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SHE IS GOING TO GET AWAY!"
James laughed and turned around.
"Remember we are on an island. This is exactly why we why we hold it on the island, so if they do run away, they can't go far. It is cold and it is raining. She will come back soon and she will come home with me. If anyone touches her at all, or tries too. I will kill you."
His voice was stern and loud so his new slave could hear him before she left. He turned to look at her running and shook his head. He was laughing at how she was running away. They weren't always like this, normally they just give in and lose the will to live, not this girl though; he liked her.

Turning to the auctioneer he sighed. "Stealing people now? You have reached a new low my friend." He said chuckling and sitting down on one of the chairs next to him. Everyone had stepped away from him and retreated to their seats. The man who had been thrown into them, had picked himself up and was nursing a sore back, talking to his other business friends and staring at James. They didn't like what he had done, but didn't dare confront him or take it any further.

Sighing and waiting for her to come back, James took out his phone and sent a text to his waiter that he won't be coming back alone and to get a room ready for his new maid.
 
Mandy looked back to see that James wasn't following and was slightly confused, wondering where they were and where others were hidden then, as she continued to run she wondered if she was going to be caught by others. She vaguely heard him mention that she's return, but Mandy refused to. She wasn't going to come back. She was going to go home.

The rain and cold soon took effect on her clothing, soaking her and chilling her to the bone. She wasn't going to turn back though. She ran as fast as she could until she came to a stop in shock. She'd arrived at a beach. Looking behind her, she was surprised no one came after her, after all she was just bought for a million. She would have thought that no one would have wanted her gone.

"I'm not going back... I'm not going back... I'm not going back..." Mandy kept telling herself.

She wasn't weak like that. She wasn't going to come back. Deciding it was best to hide and find shelter, Mandy found some rocks to get cover under, freezing cold though as she tried to wait out the rain and think what to do. Finally she decided to walk somewhere else and try and find help.

Walking around just sent her in circles and she soon found herself back at the warehouse horrified. She could see James still there despite it having been hours since she'd gone. Despite been cold and soaking wet, she turned to leave again, not going to give into the guy that expected her to be his slave.
 
After a few hours of waiting, he saw his slave coming back outside, he laughed as she turned away.
"She is a strong one that one. I am surprised she hasn't come back in. She is going to catch a cold. But be it on her head." He said laughing and scratching his head. James's blondish brown hair gently swayed as a gentle breeze entered into the warehouse. It was cold and unwelcoming, more unwelcoming for his little slave outside. Getting up, James stretched and looked around the warehouse. Everyone had gone, rather disappointed at not winning the virgin girl. It was a special item in the booklet and had brought a lot of interest from all around, but James has won her, and was not using her as she should, according to some other bidders.
Walking to the exit, he looks up at the sky and sees how grey she sky is. It isn't welcoming at all. Seeing Mandy wandering around, he sighed as it was a sore sight to see such an attractive girl, wandering around, wet and cold. He walked to his Mercedes Benz and opened the back door, the driver had kept the heating on full blast. The cars warmth spilt out into the cold weather, steam could almost be seen as to how warm it was in the car.

"You know, it is just silly you wandering out here. The limo has food, warmth and clothes for you." He sighed starting to get wet himself. "Just join me, I won't call you a slave then. I was never fond of the word anyway." He said stepping into the car and leaving the door open. The limo included black leather sofas, a tinted guard so the driver couldn't see in the back and a bar, with a TV. It was very fancy and expensive.
 
Mandy had finally watched as everyone left. She was hanging around near the warehouse trying to figure out what to do after realising she was on an island. It had been hours and she was more than completely drenched. Her tears mingled with the rain droplets as she stood there, pacing up and down.

She watched as James finally made his made his way to the limo. Was he finally go to leave her and let her go home? That was impossible. He wouldn't let that happen. And she knew it as soon as he told her to get in. Mandy was like a wild horse needing to be broken. Shaking her head she glared at him, hoping that he would back off if she got too stubborn.

"You don't own me. I'm not your slave. I'm not doing what you want, or going whether ever you want." She growled.

It didn't take long before she started to move towards the limo. She was soaking wet and cold and she knew that she couldn't stay out much longer. She was also getting muddy the more she walked around. Sighing she gave in, hoping to have a better plan at his house.

"I'll come..." She finally mumbled, feeling like she was admitting defeat.
 
James smiled as she agreed. "Good girl." He said letting her get in and closing the door behind her. He shuffled to the other end of the limo and got a towel out from under the seat. He passed it to her and grabbed a hoodie and skirt from under the seat as well.
"Here, you can get changed into these and dry yourself off with this before you catch a cold. You can put your clothes and underwear next to the heater there, he pointed just a little in front of her and sat back in his comfortable leather seat.
The limo was warm and inviting. Someone could live in this car if they really wanted too, it offered everything for a person except a bathroom. He looked at her dripping wet face and could see she wasn't going to get changed in front of him.
"Look, no offence, but I know what you look like naked anyway, it isn't something new to me." He turned his head and pointed to the tinted glass. "See that?" He picked up a remote from the bar and pressed a button.
"Ben, I am raising the glass, take us home please." After a few seconds, there was a strong voice that came through the speaker.
"Yes sir."
As he said those words, James pressed another button, and a solid black sheet of glass came in front of the tinted window, covering it completely.
"Now my driver can't see you. Nor can anyone else except me. So carry on as you wish. Oh, and do you have any allergic reactions to food?" He said with an interesting tone. "I don't want to feed you something that you are allergic to, or anything you don't like?" He asked kindly.
 
"I'm not changing into that horrible skirt. I'd rather wear these clothes."

Looking at the hoodie though, that seemed rather warm and she felt like she could cover herself with that. The jeans would stay on though. She wasn't going to be found in a slutty skirt.

"I'm not a slut and I won't be found wearing revealing clothes like that." She told James as if she was the one in charge before slowly starting to change out of her wet hoodie and tshirt, into the dry one. She tried to think of the allergies she had and food she really disliked. "Well I have an allergy to nothing. And I don't like tomatos or carrots." She stated.

"Other than that I eat anything. And I better not be treated like a slave, because if you think I'll be that to you then you're wrong and you've wasted your money."
 
James laughed and turned to look out the window, sighing he scratched his head and watched the trees pass by at speed, not watching her change her top. Listening to her he nodded at not having any allergic reactions she knew off; he didn't have any either so there were no restrictions in what they could eat.

James was a very good cook. He had picked up the talent from his mother, as she was a incredible house wife to the whole family. Everyone respected her and held her in high regard. She wasn't never involved in the crime circle, as she didn't want to know anything about it, but at the same time, she knew every single detail that was happening. James's mother was still alive and doing well, teaching at a cookery school. It wasn't well paid, but with her dead husbands fortune left to her as well, she didn't need a well paid job; she just wanted to do something that she enjoyed.

Looking back at her, James smiled warmly. "The fact of the matter is, I have bought you, and I do own you, but not in the way you might think. It is more of a loose term really. You are free to do as you like in my house, you do have to ask if you want to leave, but it should be fine, and I will know where you are going, so even if you do try to go to anyone else, then I will know. But just think, who are the police going to believe? Me or you?" James turned away again and flicked his golden hair to the side of his face.

Even though James was involved in the crime circle, he was a very attractive young man; his chest was well build and pronounced. His shoulders strong and built big, his stomach flat but strong. James has beautiful, deep blue eyes that any girl would die to look into.
 
Mandy kept shaking her head. "They'll believe me. I know they will. My parents will have reported me missing." She snapped at him. "And I will find a way off of this island and home. You don't own me, I don't care how much you paid for me, I'm not some object that can just be sold and I won't do anything you want. I know you'll think that'll change, but it wont. I won't do anything."

Looking away, she finished dressing wondering if he would be true to his word, that she would be able to do what she wanted. She watched James for a minute, noting that he wasn't bad looking. She kicked herself mentally for that thought. He was evil, she wasn't to think of him like that, ever. Just never. It wasn't a good thing.

This man had bought her for a million, as if it was nothing; as if she was nothing. That was awful and just wrong. She wasn't going to listen to whatever he had to say, she wasn't owned, she refused to be owned like a piece of his property.

"I'm not your property." Mandy repeated. "I refuse to be."
 
James looked back at her and sighed. "Consider yourself lucky that you weren't bought by the others. You do realise that if you had, you would have been raped by a number of people?" He said looking calmly at her with a sympathetic look in his eye. James looked down and ran his fingers through his hair and looked out of the window opposite of him.
"I know this isn't exactly the most ideal outcome you had thought you could be in, but it is the best thing that could have happened to you today." Looking back at her, his eyes glistening blue in the breaking sunlight that was starting to shine through.
"Though, you have to understand your position here. No matter how much you decide to think you are free, you are not. I bought you. I could be a lot harsher than I am being. I am being very kind to you, but you don't want to see the other side of me. I don't have a reputation for nothing."

James was still calm and content. The limo was warm and cosy; the gentle hum of the engine lingered in the air of the limo. James decided to turn on the TV and passed the remote to his new slave.
"Knock yourself out, unless you have questions you want to ask me." He said turning to look out the window again.
 
"You'll probably rape me at one point or another, but just so you know, if you try I won't go down without a fight." She growled again. "I don't care what your reputation is either. I'm not scared of you. I will fight you."

Amanda took the TV control from James and started to flick through the TV channels, trying to find some information about where she was or about her disappearance, but there seemed to be nothing right now on the TV and in the end Mandy just stuck to the News, hoping something would come up eventually. She doubted it though.

"So, what are you planning on using me for then?" She finally asked quietly, deciding to try and get information out of James, hoping to get an insight to his plans.
 
James laughed and turned back. "I don't rape people, thank you." He chuckled and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, offering Mandy one as well. As he listened to her question, he twisted the cap on the bottle and drank some of the ice cold water. Sighing gently as he removed the bottle from his lips and looked to the side of him. He thought about the question and didn't keep her waiting.

"You will be my maid. You will clean the house and keep everything in order. You won't be cooking, because I cook. You will be wearing a maids outfit, if you make a fuss about it, you will ware nothing." James sat back more into the sofa, relaxing and not acting like he was bothered at just spending one million pounds, just like that, but he would get his moneys worth, one was or another.

The car stopped at the shore, where a large boat was waiting for them. The limo drove onto the boat into a rather large cabin underneath where the car parked up. The driver got out and walked around the side of the limo and opened the door. He bowed a little as James got out and smiled warmly. He was about 50 years old and looked like a gentle older man. James nodded and thanked him and told him to go enjoy himself and get some sleep. James seemed to be a very kind person to the people he cared about. Looking back into the car, he offered a hand to her to help her out of the car.
"Come on. It is going to be a long journey, so I will show you to your room."
 
"I'll wear what I want." Mandy snapped. "These clothes." She told him firmly as she got herself out the car and noticed they were on a ship. She knew at that point that she'd been out longer than she'd thought. She'd been transported to the island and now she was been transported somewhere else.

"And I will not be your maid. I'm not yours. When will you get that? I will not do what you want!" This was a ship, Mandy could easily get lost or hide to get away from James. She decided to see her room and hoped that he wouldn't be staying with her or that she'd be tied up. He was pretty stupid, she thought, to let a new slave take control. She was also surprised at the fact that he wasn't like the others, expecting sex and getting punished.

To her it was a good thing though, if he wouldn't punish her or do anything, maybe she could get away easily or she could attempt as many times as she wanted without consequences.
 
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