No (Time Jump)

You are aroused from your long but not well-resting slumber. You try to rearrange yourself and stretch out and move your muscles a little bit, but you can already feel the pull of your collar leading you out.

“Up.” A voice booms.

You slowly climb onto your shaky knees, both of them popping catastrophically as you do so. You feel another tug on your leash and you fall into a trot behind the dark silhouette of the figure in front of you. You follow them out the hallway and up the stairs, then past all the rooms, which you notice that room 4 looks barged into and disturbed. You pray for Sam’s safety and that she doesn’t have to share your fate. The man takes you upstairs again onto the top of the ship, where the faint sliver of the sun in the distance encourages the belief that it must be early in the morning. You look around as you walk, and almost immediately recognize that you are on the shore of a very large island. The shadowed backdrop of buildings tall and short, narrow and wide, big and small all dot the island. The man leading you forces you down the plank and onto the dock, where you officially are on this strange land.

He continues to lead you to what looks like a curtain that somebody put up behind a large wooden stage. You see many posts behind the the stage, and the man leads you one. He unclasp the lead and instead hooks your collar onto a loop on the pole before placing a padlock to prevent your escape. You try to look around but you can’t see much, even without the dark you’d probably only be able to see the behind of this large amphitheater-like structure. Padlocked and just standing at the pole is how you stay for many hours. You can hear many other slaves being attached to other poles as something gets started. Soon, after the sun has long since fully risen, probably in the late morning, judging by the amount of light you see, a large, booming voice talks into a microphone, you presume on the stage.

“We will now begin this week’s **** auction. Unfortunately, we didn’t find that much, but what we did find were all of high grades! Since they aren’t a populous group, you’ll have to buy one before they’re all gone! We’ll start out the show with a splendid slut that loves nothing more than to taste cum in her mouth and to feel it on her body! This redhead nympho will be begging to have you fill her with your cock! …”

You can’t listen any further to the disgusting things being said on the stage. You try not to listen to anything else they say and live inside your head. After an hour or so, a man unlocks you and unclips you from the post before leading you to the far end, where he guides you up some stairs that lead to the stage. You can hear the man speaking again.

“We want to end this auction off with the most unique one of the bunch. There haven’t been any breeding slaves yet put for auction today, but that is because we only had one, and I knew she should be the grand finale for the day.”

At this, the man gets behind you and forces you out onto the stage. You look at the crowd of people gathered, all holding signs with numbers on them, lowered at the moment. The man guides you towards center stage.

“She’s ranked as a Grade B Breeder, but she’s practically perfect! Her wide hips and pliable vagina tell us that she was destined to become a breeder!”

The man stops you at center stage, turns you to face the crowd, and using a long, narrow stick, indicates to you to spread your legs by tapping the inside of your thighs. You do so.

“Her respectably sized breasts ensure plenty of fun, as well as great nurturing for children or for profit. This **** has got everything to be cut out as a breeding ****, the only question is, will she be yours? Bidding starts at €450!”

You close your eyes in humiliation, yet the loud, rapid voice of the auctioneer penetrates in.

“€500! Do I see €550? Yes I do! 600? Yes! How about 700, do I see 700? Yes I do! How about 800? No takers? 750? Anyone? No one? Going once, twice, SOLD! To Bidder #42! You can claim your prize after the auction is fully concluded.”

The man brings over a small tag with ‘42’ scrawled across it in permanent marker. He loops it onto your collar and begins to lead you down the stage.

“That’s all for our auction today, we’d like to thank you for your continuous support of our institution, and as long as we can mutually sustain one another, we both shall thrive! We’ll see you all again very soon in a week with a fresh new batch of slaves. Goodbye, and have a great rest of your day.”

The auctioneer also leaves the stage and the crowd of bidders offers up a smattering of applause. You are lead over to an area with many women all looped onto a post, about 15 of them, all wearing a barely legible Sharpie number on their collar. You briefly scan but don’t ever see any other #42. A stocky man soon approaches and unties you, taking you over to a small table where the auctioneer sits. The man looks up and says,

“Let’s see, **** was won by bidder 42, do you have your sign, sir? Yes you do. If that is all of the slaves you purchased, I’ll happily hand her over to you if you turn in your sign.”

The man leading you places it on the table and immediately starts to sign a piece of paper the moment the auctioneer takes it out.

“Thank you sir, and we hope you enjoy your ****.”

The man leads you to his van, parked a little bit aways, and opens the doors before leading you into the back, a large, separated portion with many loops. You see a lot near neck range, but then you also see a row with about half as many spaced out more much closer to the floor, about near your knee level. You wonder what purpose those could serve. The man latches you onto a neck level hoop, closes the door, and starts the van. You are soon on your way.