Weeks later

Funny thing how many times you've pictured yourself at a **** auction. By now, you have your own library in your head, carefully packed with all the possible places and circumstances. Yet nothing beats the real thing!

Your training - or at least what was once meant by your training - had consisted of Gus taking you to the training room every day, and fucking you senselessly, further reinforced by the guards, and whoever else felt like joining them. This continued for some weeks, you are not sure of the exact time, then Gus told you that your certification process is complete, and you are ready for the auction.

At first, you imagined this to be held at a stadium, or something similar, but the “Exchange Area” proved to be just another hall at the complex, with a large podium, about a dozen security personnel, some cameras, the crowd sitting in comfortable chairs, and a long line of slaves at the other of the podium, waiting for the next chapter of their enslavement.

As you stand there you keep looking for Elena. But you are unable to find her. You notice there is a group of slaves kept in deprivation suits at the back: gagged and blindfolded, their leashes attached to O-rings on the ground, black material covering their bodies from the bottom to the top of their necks. You have no idea what they did to earn this. But you definitely have no desire to share their fates, despite your arousal.

You stand in line for about an hour, then you are escorted up to the podium, and the announcer takes your leash, raising the microphone to his mouth.

“Adelyn Blake, 22 years old, 5’2”, 150 pounds. She is voluntary **** from outside the sector. She came here all the way to get a collar on her neck, believe it? She has an amazing sex drive and exceptional cocksucking skills. And as you can see, she is also blessed with an exceptional body,” he turns you around with the leash, just so everyone could see you. And the crowd cheers in excitement. “Starting price: Five thousand telers. Come on, have your bets on this beauty!”

You look over the crowd, and you are scared. But you are also curious. You don’t know how much five thousand telers is, but only a few slaves have started from a similar price, the rest had something lower.

“Five thousand!” someone raises his board.

“Five-two!” someone else joins.

“Five-six!” says a third person.

And the bets just keep going.