Cheryl drove us to what I knew was the less salubrious part of town and we parked outside a nightclub with a garish neon sign that gave its name as The CockorTwo and alongside the door a large poster proclaimed that night they were having a Grand Christmas Auction’. I didn’t have chance to read any more because Sara turned my head away. Lisa went inside and a few moments later I was driven to a side door and taken inside. With the restricted movement of my legs, I could only stumble along a corridor to a desk where a man with a clipboard waited. Lisa gave him my details and handed in some forms. I still didn’t know what was happening but I guessed it was some sort of sex club especially as further on I glimpsed several scantily dressed girls but at least they had more on than I did under my fur coat.

“This one needs to be blindfolded for the time being, have you one handy? Sorry we forgot to put one in her bag. Lisa asked the man.

“Sure, he replied and opened a desk drawer.

A tear ran down my face and Lisa saw it. Don’t start crying and ruining your make-up now dear. That might make them angry and punish you before the show starts. This is what you wanted and begged us to do for you so there is no chickening out now.”

Her voice was honey sweet and the man grinned, We often get that with first timers. I didn’t intend coming back and still prayed that all this would be over shortly but I doubted anyone would hear my prayers. In my artificial darkness, Lisa led me for some yards and then ordered me to stand still. Someone unbuttoned my coat and removed it. I guess I blushed beetroot red because immediately I heard voices around me; mainly girl’s voices but a few were those of men. Some girls made snide comments on my figure but a man with an authoritative voice ordered silence and things quietened down although I did hear a whispered, Looks like she’s a real slave.”

“Line up please ladies and gentlemen. A man’s hand gripped my arm and led me a few more steps and then turned me a little. Stay still, I am going to remove your blindfold now. I found myself on a stage in semi-darkness looking at the back of some heavy curtains. A quick glance to either side revealed about a dozen others in the line but before I got a good look a voice hissed, Look to the front slave. The word slave shocked me and I almost fainted. It was the second time that word had been used to describe me in the last few minutes. Was I being sold to some slavers and sent to some foreign country? Or a brothel somewhere? As a slave to an Arab sheik? Perhaps not, Cheryl had indicated I would return but she didn’t say when. Just go with the flow

The curtains slowly parted; lights came on and bright floodlights bathed us all with an intensity that hurt my eyes. I heard shouts and catcalls from the audience but could not see them. Just the thought of being watched while I stood naked alongside other near naked men and women almost caused my legs to crumble but they didn’t actually give way. I’ve often contemplated since, if they had given way, would I still have ended the same way? There is no answer to that.

As the applause died a little a man came to centre stage carrying a microphone. Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our 2005 Christmas Slave Auction. I’m Harry and it will be my pleasant task to try and extract as much money as I can from you for each of these delightful slaves. As you should know, one third of what you bid goes to charity, one third to the CockorTwo for organising it and one third to the slave when he or she completes her period of slavery. A round of applause stopped him for a short while and I started to shake but an unseen hand on my shoulder and a whispered, Calm down, allowed me to regain some control of my body.

“If you’ve read the programme, you will be aware that these slaves cannot offer themselves for sexual use. Charging you for sex would be considered prostitution and that is illegal in this country. However, all the slaves are offering themselves as house slaves and, once they are bought, must do your bidding whatever that might be. Your money is for them to look after your household chores. If they wish to have sex with you, then that is between you and them provided no further charge is made. Even in my unsettled state of mind I knew this was a fiddle and a gross misinterpretation of the rules. Owners could order a girl to have sex with them at any time.

“You may at your discretion, discipline your slave but any owner who badly marks a slave or who is unduly sadistic, will be investigated and dealt with. All the slaves here have signed written agreements to be bound by these terms and each owner will get a photocopy of the agreement papers. I’d not signed or even seen any such papers but I’d no doubt Lisa would have no compunction in signing on my behalf. Now let us make a start. Will lot one, please come to the stand.”

A nice looking brunette in a skimpy two-piece bathing suit walked seductively to a raised block near the centre of the stage. A single spotlight illuminated her and the rest of the lights over us were dimmed. This delightful creature is Charlene and she is offering to serve as a house slave to a man from tonight until the evening of December 28th. That’s five whole days you will have this beauty to clean your home or warm your bed. Gentlemen, what better Christmas present could you ask for? Can I start the bidding at 1,000? With a lot of catcalls and ribald comments the prices rose to 6,500 and before they reached that figure she’d removed her bra and wriggled her breasts. It was obvious she wanted more than to do house chores.

“What will they bid for me, I wonder? I don’t have a body to match hers. While the collection formalities were going on, I reflected that if you didn’t mind having sex with a stranger, the money was good. She’d get over 2,000 for five days work. It would take me two months and more to earn that and I guessed it would be tax free.

Next up was a man with a body builder physique and wearing only a pair of tight swimming trunks. A woman bought him until New Year’s Day for 4,200.

I determined that I was lot five and by the time it got to lot four I was shaking visibly again. By now my eyes had become accustomed to the lighting and I could just make out the three girls standing to one side of the hall. How I wished it was one of them being up here in my place. How I’d like to see Lisa standing on that platform, chained and gagged. No doubt she would act more like lot one and show herself off to the best advantage.

“Lot five, Hayley. At first I refused to move but someone pushed me forward and I stumbled because of the chains and fell to the floor. I wasn’t hurt but tears rolled down my face and I gave up worrying about my make-up. Two men picked me up and half carried me to the stand. And there I stood in the full light, blushing uncontrollably and wishing the floor would open up or I would faint into unconsciousness. Neither happened.

“As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, lot five is rather different to our usual offerings. Not only is she of rather ample proportions which gentlemen, means that you get more for your money she is already trussed up like a real slave should be. She is available until the evening of January 2nd. As she so obviously cannot speak for herself at the moment, she’s prepared and signed a statement which I will read to you.”

“Lisa you bitch! I tried to yell and looked in her direction but the lights blinded me.

“The statement reads: I, Hayley Jennings, do freely offer myself to the highest bidder to be trained as a house slave in the old fashioned way; the way plantation owners, Roman warriors or the Lords in seventeenth century England, treated their slaves. For years I have fantasised about being captured and forced to do the will of a master but until now, my shyness has led to my still being a virgin. I know I will vehemently protest and plead against my treatment but whoever buys me must ignore these pleas and treat me like a true slave and if I do not do his bidding in the proper manner, he must punish me accordingly.

Earlier today I asked my good friends from work to capture me and to prepare me for tonight so there was no chance that I could back out before my period of slavery had begun. If I am here, you will know they have done their job well.”

The room, which had been silent through the reading, erupted into loud applause and a spotlight rotated on to the girls who gave a little wave to the rest of the audience. God, the smiles and smirks on their faces sickened me. The bitches! I growled to myself, They arranged to make my life hell and they get a standing ovation. I’ll get even with you one of these days, you just wait. I had no idea how I would do it but I resolved there and then to effect my revenge. Tears still streamed down my face when the MC held up his hand for silence.

“Just one more short paragraph, the MC went on. May I humbly ask that my new owner/master reads and takes note of this again before starting to train me.

Your sincere slave,

(Signed) Hayley Jennings”

In some ways I was disappointed in the bidding. The lowest bid for any of the previous girls was 6,000 and I expected mine would be somewhere near or a bit lower. Slowly my value crept up to 2,300 and seemed to stick there. I learned later that my pathetic manner and wimpish crying, as well as my plumpness turned many bidders off. Almost as the hammer fell a man I couldn’t see stood up. 5,000! There were hushed murmurs from around the hall and everyone turned in his direction.

“Any advance on 5,000? Silence Going once Going twice Sold to number ninety-five.”

Suddenly the whole situation overwhelmed me and I collapsed in a heap on the floor. Vaguely I saw a large, well-dressed man probably in his fifties, arrive on the stage and complete the formalities. From my floor viewpoint the main thing I noticed about him was his potbelly and I was almost sick at the thought of him being the one to rape me and take my virginity.

“You may need her coat sir. The keys to the cuffs are on the chain at the back of her collar. Lisa’s laughing voice came through to my ears and I longed to punch her in the face and wipe the smirk away. But I knew that even if I had the opportunity, I would never do that. Have a nice vacation Hayley, she called out to me, We’ll see you in the New Year. She came closer and handed the coat to my new owner and then knelt down and hissed in my ear, Remember this when you next try and get us sacked. You might be Old Willy’s favourite but

Her words were interrupted by my being lifted and assisted off the stage by the two men helpers. My new owner took me to a lighted room and saw him clearly for the first time. He was quite a distinguished looking man, much taller than me and with broad shoulders. His hair was greying and from an upright position, his belly although somewhat large, wasn’t as obese as I first thought.

“Stop your crying slave Hayley. That’s an order. You haven’t been hurt yet so there’s no need for waterworks. His voice was deep, almost melodious and I wondered if he was a singer. I sniffed and tried to shut off the tears but only half succeeded. I felt him fumble for the keys and remove them and then he knelt and unlocked my hobbled ankles. From the way I had to stand for him to get at the locks I knew that he could see my vagina and realised that he was the first man since I was a baby to see it that close. Somehow, I didn’t feel all that embarrassed but after everything else that had gone on in the past, five hours, that wasn’t too surprising.

“Have you any other clothing here? I shook my head, no. He wrapped my coat around me, Okay, let’s go. I’ll take your gag out when we are in the car and out of town. He was as good as his word. We came to a lay by and I saw a road sign indicating that we were approaching the M1.

“Just because I am taking your gag out, doesn’t mean that you can start talking. Understood?”

“Yes Sir. I answered and thanked him when he offered me a small carton of juice.

“Lie back now and relax as much as you can. I can’t release your wrists yet and I am going to blindfold you until we arrive at my home. We’ve about an hours drive on the motorway and then a few miles on a B road. If the traffic is light, and it should be at this time of night, we’ll arrive before midnight. Remember, not a word from you unless I ask a question. The gag can easily go back in.”

I almost drifted off to sleep. The car was an expensive one with little engine noise and leather upholstery and the seat had room enough, even for me. Presently I heard the engine slow down and we seemed to go round in a circle before moving along at a more sedate pace. I guessed we were nearly at his home and I wondered what it would be like and, more importantly, what my treatment would be like. The road noise changed as the tyres pressed into gravel. We’re home now. Come and meet the wife.”