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Jane was out drinking with her friend at the bar. It was a good, relaxing time after a stressful week at the college. She drank a lot with Anna and Chloe, apparently too much as she blacked out at some point.

When Jane woke up, she could feel the wind on her skin and the warmth of the sun. It didn't take long before she realized that she was naked, outside, with just a steel collar around her neck and a chained leash. In front of her was Anna, head shaved and naked on a stage, while a group of men were screaming a large amount of money. It didn't take long, after that, to realize that her friend was sold at an auction. She passed her hands on her scalp and realized that she also had her head shaved.

"They can't do this !" Chloe's voice said before she could.

Looking at her friend next to her, she noticed, on top of the head shave and steel leash, she had "property of" written on her chest and several piercings on her face, tits and crotch. Looking down, she saw that she had the same tattoo and piercings, her hands confirmed the ones on her face.

"W-What's going on ??" She mumbled, still confused.

"SOLD !!!"

The voice of the man on the stage shouted. Then, Anna was brought by two men to a chair, while she was yelling that they couldn't do this and women weren't objects to be sold, and so on.

Then a man brought Chloe to the stage as she was crying and yelling, "This is illegal, stop this !!"

Anna, on the chair, had already the tattoo "property of" but someone was adding "Donald De Meers III" and she was taken by a fifty-something man after that. Jane just saw her friend being sold, and the other one was in the middle of a new bid... She looked to escape, but the leash and several guards were making it impossible. It was a nightmare, a vivid nightmare. No way that could happen in this country, there was laws against slavery, it was illegal in almost every country.

But still, Chloe had been sold for 140k, to a huge black man and his name was added to her tattoo, Henry M'gao. Pulled by the leash, Jane was brought to the stage and put in front of all the men. She wanted to look strong, but tears were running on her cheeks as she felt the humiliation of being naked in front of a public and sold like a piece of meat.

"20,000 dollars !" One man yelled.

"30 !" Another one shouted.

"40 !"

The amount of money they were ready to pay for her raised, but started to slow down as it approached the $100,000. Finally, a man in his late forties took the last bid at 110k. Which made her feel a little bit disappointed as he friends were sold for 140 and 147. It was somehow hitting her pride to be sold less than the other girls. She wasn't that bad looking !

Jane followed the two men without a word, still shocked to be sold so "cheap." She got back to reality with the pain of the tattoo on her chest. After a few minutes, she could read "Property of John Simmons"

The name wasn't completely unknown to her, it was a well known producer, and it shocked her to be sold to another American. It was so sickening...

When he came to get her, she made sure to make him understand that it wouldn't go unpunished.

"You can't do this ! You'll be arrested and prosecuted. Your name will be dragged in the mud while you'll finish your days in prison !"

"Yes, yes, whatever, bitch... Now shut up, unless it's to talk to me dirty." He told her.

Somehow, Jane was unable to speak after that. Fear grew in her mind and tears started to run again. How did he have any power on her ?

Noticing her panic, John explained. "Did you think the tattoo was just for fun ? It's a powerful bind between the **** and the master. You can't disobey me, as long as you have it."

That was ridiculous, how could it be possible ? Magic, hypnosis ? It didn't really matter anyway. As soon as he said, "Get in," she went in the helicopter. She really couldn't disobey.

John brought her to his private island and ordered her to put on some makeup after he took off her metal leash and replaced it with a choker. She couldn't wear any clothes, except for platform high heels.

Obviously, at first Jane was horrified, and depressed, crying and sobbing most of the time. But after a while, she just accepted the situation. When he wasn't around, she had the island for her. She still couldn't wear any clothes, but there was just her and two guards. When her master was there, all she had to do was sexually pleasing him. And somehow, at some point, she just enjoyed her **** life.

Jane shaved her head every few weeks, her master loved to leave his cum on her scalp. It has been a year since she could speak normally again, but she loved too much to talking dirty to her master. So she was having fun still doing it.

"Do you like when your little slut stroke your cock, master ?"

"Yes, bitch, go on, sit on my cock, ride it !"

"Yes, master, everything to please your big meat !"

Jane didn't even want to complain anymore, she enjoyed her simple life as a cumdumpster ****. Her studies, her feminist ideology, it was all far away, she didn't need it. She just needed to please her master...