Someone Sane Comes Along

"Fetch...A...Good...Price...?" Nina blinked repeatedly. It was still sinking in what the man was talking about...what she was seeing...

She hadn't even begun processing the fact that she was the one being talked about this way. That this man was appraising her.

Back in the crowd of leashed and bound women, another fell behind. A dark skinned woman with black hair who must have been in her late 40s. A quick jab of the cattle prod from one of the **** drivers was more then enough to set her moving again.

"Hold on. This girl is clothed." A voice said. Suddenly, a young but square jawed man dressed in camo jumped in between Nina and the man talking about her potential price."What are you doing?"

In response to the incursion, the creepy man walked back. He had a dejected look on his face from the reproach. Nina instantly sighed with relief. The fact that this new guy seemed more amiable and, frankly, kind of hot definitively helped.

"I am so sorry for my compatriots lack of manners, my name is Michelle." The man extended a hand to her to shake. His voice was accented with the slightest hint of french, though clearly he was a fluent English speaker. "I'm the commander of this company."

"I'm...Uh...Nina..."

For the following fifteen minutes, Michelle explained to Nina all about Boyce Park. The fact that any naked women found here were fair game to hunt. That to bring any woman along with them, that you needed their consent. Michelle laughed softly when he explained that all of those women being led along on leashes right now were there because they'd consented. Nina's jaw dropped wider and wider.

"A lot of the girls really get a thrill from the idea that anything can happen to them. What you're seeing over there, that's all consensual. They could have chosen not to put on the collars."

"But, the man said they were going to be sold?" Nina scratches her head.

"Oh, they are. They are, my new friend." Michelle nodded. "We're heading from here straight to an auction. A lot of disgustingly wealthy men will pay a good deal for their own personal sex ****. Even a few wealthy women, too. I've always had a taste for the...finer things in life. So how better to pay for it then by bringing these achingly wealthy patrons exactly what they are looking for?

"Wet. Sluts." He flashed the girl a handsome grin. Nina herself had to admit he had a certain charm to it.

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