The highest bidder

I stood there in disbelief that this day was actually happening. I mean, there I was, chained to an auction block, naked, with another girl whose only mistake was trying to save me, waiting to be sold to some stranger by my own father. It was all so surreal! It was like a bad nightmare, or the plot of an adult movie you might see late night on one of the cable channels. To top it all off, my own half sister, Tiffany Rogers, had promised to get us out of there, and take us home with her. I listened as the bidding war began, and watched intently for Tiffany, or someone in her entourage to bid on us. So far they remained content just to see how high the bidding war would go.

"We have a bid of seventy-four thousand five hundred!" said my dad, who was also the auctioneer. "Do I hear seventy-five?" The bidding war kept continuing up until the bid reached eighty-six thousand. "Do I hear eighty-seven? what about eighty-seven? This is a prime piece of virgin pussy we have here, and Tina, as you all know is, or was", his eyes shot daggers at Tina, "one of my top girls! Do I hear eighty-seven? Eighty-seven going once!" The gavel slammed down on the podium. Eighty-seven twice! Eighty-seven..."

"ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND!!!" came Tiffany's voice from the back of the bidding room. The audience was aghast. they all looked back, mumbling to themselves at this latest bid.

Then came the magic words from my own father. "One hundred thousand going once! Going twice! Going three times!" The gavel came down again. "Sold to the young lady in the back row for one hundred thousand!"

Tiffany had done it! She had kept her word. But at what personal cost, I wasn't sure. Was she really made of that kind of money? Tina and I hugged and actually started crying on each other's shoulder. We were overjoyed that Tiffany had bought us. It was, to us, almost as good as being set free. I smiled down at Tiffany as she approach the auction block, handed our father a cashier's check in the sum of one hundred thousand as she was handed the key to our shackles. They exchanged a few words we couldn't hear over the still audible crowd, then she came over, and looked up at us, smiling, as she unlocked our shackles. "Tina, Sis, come on. Let's go home!"