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Slave Auction Part I: Chapter 3

Ellissa

Ellissa had been half dozing, half studying the file folder that was now resting on her lap. Normally the drive to the airport didn’t take long, but she was so exhausted from overwork that she didn’t notice her driver had taken her from her home in the suburbs to a nondescript country road in the middle of nowhere. When she looked up as they slowly pulled into the driveway of the farmhouse, she blinked twice at the man holding the heavy black iron chain that had been stretched between two stone pillars.

“This isn’t the airport,” Ellissa said mostly to herself. The driver just parked the car and stepped out. “Where did you take me?” she asked him, but since he had already closed the door he didn’t hear her. Frustrated and angry—she was going to miss her flight, it was probably too late now anyway—Ellissa grabbed at the sedan’s door handle to burst out and confront the driver’s incompetence. The handle refused to budge and she pounded on the window begging to be freed.

A moment later the tall man opened the door from the outside and she stepped out of the car. “I’m Mark—” he began but Ellissa cut him off.

“Where am I and why am I here,” she protested. “Get back in the car and take me to the airport!” she demanded of the driver. “I’m going to miss a very important meeting because of you!” Every meeting Ellissa had had for the past five years had been very important, ever since she had finished college and gone to work creating an image management company with her best friend from college. The fact that they were using Emelia’s father’s money to run the Double EE Management for the past five years had only added to her stress. It was just in the past year they had finally managed to turn a profit and begin paying back all the money they had borrowed against their future.

Mark inclined his head. The driver got back behind the wheel, but before Ellissa could slip back into her seat, Mark slammed the door shut.

“What are you doing?” she confronted him as the driver followed the path of the circular driveway turning the car around and headed back onto the country road. Before she realized what had happened she was stranded at the nondescript farm in the middle of cow country. She blinked twice and turned back to Mark. “What the hell is going on?” she asked.

“You must be Emelia,” he said. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“I’m Ellissa,” she corrected him. “Emelia’s my partner.”

Mark raised his eyes and grinned slightly.

“My business partner,” she amended. “What’s going on?” she asked again.

Mark just shook his head. “Like I said, we’ve been waiting for you. Please remove all your clothes and put these on.” In one hand he had a plain canvas bag. In the other he held a pair of leather wrist cuffs. “You can put your clothes in the bag.” He smiled and waited.

“Is this some sort of sick game?” she asked and then shook her head. “No, the driver must have gotten me confused with some other fare.” They had been using the same car service for the past few years with only one other incident where Emelia had been driven to the wrong address. Something like that had happened again, she was sure of it.

“There’s no confusion, Emelia. This is what was requested and we are fulfilling our part of the bargain.” He offered her the bag once again.

“I told you my name is Ellissa and—” she stopped her rage short. Emelia had often hinted at games she had played with her boyfriend, kinky games of all sorts and stripes. Emelia could afford to play stupid sex games with her boyfriend, she came from money. Her parents were rich. Ellissa was from working class parents who didn’t give her a dime to go to college. This was undoubtedly one of Emelia’s little games and the stupid fucking car service had screwed up their orders. “Oh. Okay. I get it. Our secretary must have made a mistake on the car service. Again.” Emelia was scheduled to be on vacation for the next week. It made sense how the mistake had developed. “Just let me make a call.” She reached for her bag and realized it had been left behind in the car. She cursed under her breath. “Would you be so kind as to let me make a phone call from your house?”

Mark shook his head again. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that. We were told you’d be difficult. I’m afraid we have to follow the contract to the letter. Again. I’m sorry. Please remove your clothes.”

She smiled at him, pretending to be the confused young maiden. And then she dashed around him, heading straight to the white farm house’s front door. She couldn’t run very fast in her heels and business skirt, but she was going to make a hell of an effort. Ellissa expected him to catch her almost right away, but right before she reached the front porch, she glanced back and saw Mark slowly walking to the house. He wasn’t even making an effort.

Still confused but undaunted, Ellissa ran up the steps and grabbed the front door knob, praying it would be unlocked. It was and she dashed inside, slamming the door shut behind her. There was no chain lock, but she twisted the knob of the dead bolt, sliding it into place. That would slow him down another minute.

The entrance hall to the house was nearly empty so Ellissa dashed through it, heading to the back of the house. The hallway opened up into a large kitchen and dining area. She glanced around, looking for a phone. The first thing her eyes rested on was a woman sitting at the large table in the far corner. The attractive woman glanced up from the piles of papers in front of her and did a double take at Ellissa’s appearance. She stood up and Ellissa was momentarily relieved that she would be receiving assistance.

Then she took in the other woman’s appearance. She was pretty and obviously took care of her appearance. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail and she wore no makeup; she didn’t need any though it was obvious at a second glance that she was well into her forties. Then Ellissa saw that the other woman was dressed unusually. She was dressed like a dominatrix. The lithe brunette wore skin-tight leather pants and a bustier that created ample cleavage. A riding crop hung from the belt around her waist and the tall black leather boots she wore made her nearly tower at six feet tall.

“Can I help you?” the dominatrix asked. Her voice was kindly but firm. Ellissa realized she wasn’t supposed to be here.

“I need help,” Ellissa whined plaintively.

The dominatrix’s expression hardened. “Emelia, you’re supposed to be in the barn with Mark right now.”

“Emelia’s my partner. I’m Ellissa.” She almost whined the words. She hadn’t whined since she was eight years old.

The tall woman’s face softened slightly. “I…see. I know the contract called for a complete immersion experience, but I wasn’t prepared how far you were willing to take this. Well then, let me help you.”

“Thank you,” Ellissa breathed in relief.

“I’m Kim,” she said as she walked across the kitchen and took Ellissa’s hands in her own. “Are you frightened?”

“Yes! There’s a man on your property that told me to take off my clothes and I ran here,” she quickly explained. “I need to call for help.”

Kim nodded. “Let me help,” she said and turned Ellissa around. Her eyes fell on the phone attached to the wall. Ellissa started to take a step forward to call for help, but Kim wasn’t letting go. Without realizing how it happened Kim had pinned her arms behind her back and held her in place.

“What are you doing?” she protested.

Before Kim could answer the back door to the kitchen opened and Mark stepped in. Ellissa’s eyes went wide.

“Do you have the cuffs?” Kim asked.

“Yes.”

“Put them on her. How did she manage to get in here?”

“You know she wanted the full experience. I was just letting her have that,” Mark explained. He moved quickly and before Ellissa could protest further, the leather cuffs were around her wrists. Mark had linked them together and she was trapped. She wanted to sink to her knees in resignation and horror, but Mark held her up.

Kim nodded. “Well, she’s certainly getting that. Take her out to the barn with the others and get her ready. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The experience had left Ellissa’s mind spinning. What had started as a car service transport mistake had suddenly evolved into a kidnapping. She didn’t know what to do. Ellissa tried to open her mouth to protest, but not a word came out. Mark pushed her, firmly but gently, out the back door to the kitchen. Her wrists were cuffed behind her and it was easy for the big man to force her to walk. Since she didn’t know what else to do, Ellissa went along with it—for the moment.

While she didn’t know what to expect out in the barn—a cage, a torture chamber, possibly even cows waiting to be milked—Ellissa found herself surprised when the large main door to the barn was opened. Inside it looked more like a banquet hall: hard wood floors, a few tables against the wall, elaborate rigging and lighting on the ceiling, some rolling cabinets pushed into a corner. It was rustic, but hardly a working farm’s animal barn. Mark pushed her on ahead, through a large archway leading to the back of the barn.

In the back room she was startled to find two women chained to the wall by leather collars around their necks. Like her they wore leather cuffs on their wrists; unlike her they had no clothing. The pair didn’t seem surprised to see Mark or Ellissa; they watched impassively.

“Strip,” Mark ordered her.

“I don’t think so,” Ellissa said as she tried to pull away from him. He was too strong and knew exactly what he was doing. He grabbed her chained wrists, pushed her against the wall next to one of the naked women, picked up another leather collar dangling from a chain bolted to the wall, and locked it into place around her neck. All of this happened faster than Ellissa could process.

“Last opportunity,” he warned her.

Even if she wanted to remove her clothes at this point, Ellissa found herself paralyzed by fear and was unable to move her hands or any other part of her body. Mark just shrugged and started undressing her. In disbelief she watched him work, unbuttoning the front of her blouse, exposing her bra and chest. He paused when all the buttons were open.

“Your blouse and suit look expensive,” he said. “I’m going to release your hands so we can remove your clothes. The cuffs will be going back on when I’m done. Do you understand?”

Ellissa managed a wobbly nod of her head. Mark unhooked the chain between her wrists but she wasn’t free. She was chained to the wall. He then slipped her jacket off her shoulders followed by her blouse, leaving on her bra. The jacket and blouse went into a small case on a shelf on the far side of the room. When he came back, Mark knelt down, removed her high heels, and then unzipped her skirt. She considered fighting him, but judged it wasn’t the time yet. Losing her clothes made it seem like she was willing to go along with his game. Maybe she could lull him into a false sense of security before making her escape.

After removing her skirt Mark placed it and her shoes in the case. Ellissa was left in her bra, panties, and stockings. The tall blonde woman chained to the wall next to her was watching the whole process intently, and clucked her tongue while shaking her head when Ellissa’s skirt was removed. “A classy girl like you should be wearing thigh highs and a garter belt.” Ellissa shot her an angry look that had no force behind it. The raven-haired woman on the other side of the wall just chuckled at the blonde’s remark.

“Quiet,” Mark ordered and the pair silenced their amusement. He spun Ellissa around unhooked her bra, removing it from her shoulders. Her breasts were now exposed to the air, but hidden from view because she faced the wall. Not wasting any time, Mark pulled down her stockings and panties in the same smooth movement, baring her ass and stripping her of her last remnants of clothing. Ellissa sucked in a shuddering gasp of air. Never before had she ever been afraid of being naked in front of other people, but this situation was new to her. It was wrong and she was scared.

She didn’t turn around but sensed that Mark put her last bits of clothing into the case and closed it. Since she was still facing the wall with her hands at her side it was easy for Mark to grab them and chain them together behind her back.

“Turn around and I’ll chain them in front,” he said to her, softly and kindly. “It’ll be more comfortable.”

Ellissa waited a long moment, and then did as he suggested, all of her bravado was gone. Her eyes didn’t move from the floor. He worked quickly, locking the chains back into place. “Kim will be out in a few minutes. Why don’t you three relax for a few minutes?” An amused grin pulled at his lips and he left.


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