The market

You are blinded by white light as you pass through the strips of plastic. As your eyes adjust and you try to blink away the after-images you hear a murmur of voices and the soft sound of...music?

You swing your head around and the conveyor slams to a halt causing you to swing back and forth on the hook. You see a woman, naked and crying, being lead off a stage. You are transfixed in bright lights, but beyond them you can see tables with people. Dozens of them. Enjoying drinks and watching you.

You are hanging above a stage shared by a tall muscular man and a smaller man in a suit who is holding a microphone. The smaller man presses a button on a remote control and the hook lowers you to the stage. Before you can move strong hands lift you up and push you towards the audience.

"We have a fresh one here, gentlemen," the man holding the microphone announces. "Only 18 according to her information. Just graduated from high school. I will start bidding at 10,000."

What? Bidding? Before you can react the man with the microphone turns to you and the burly man holding you up.

"Mr. Ivanov, would you do the honors," he gestures.

The huge man looms into view.

"10,000!" The auctioneer points out into the audience. "Do I have 20?"

Your hands are bound behind your back but Mr. Ivanov holds you by your throat as he takes a knife from his belt. He slides the cold steel down the neck of your top and easily between your breasts, pulling out and slicing open the front of your shirt. He roughly yanks away the strips of cloth, exposing your large D-cups to the warm air.

"20! Do I have- 30! 40!" The bidders are obviously swayed by your heaving tits.

Your nipples are soft and puffy, but the thug undressing you pinches them both roughly to make them grow hard.

"Ahhh!" You cry.

"75 thousand!" The auctioneer shouts.

A murmur of approval goes through the crowd as your shorts are yanked down. The sight of your bare pussy triggers a storm of bidding. When the man turns you around and bends you over to show off the tight cheeks of your teenage ass the crowd goes wild. By the time he stands you back up bidding has reached nearly half a million dollars.

"450! 450! Do I have 475?"

You sob and try to wish away the humiliation. The terror of being sold as a ****.

"475! Going once...going twice...sold for 475 thousand!" The auctioneer turns and nods to the thug holding you upright. "You may collect your item stage left."

Mr. Ivanov drags you from the stage and you collapse to the carpeted floor as you await your new owner.