The auctioneer's gavel banged onto the podium like a rifle shot. "Sold to number 421 for one million four hundred thousand dollars."
What was sold? Me! I was sold to the highest bidder at the Voluntary Contract Services Auction in Burien, Washington. I had accepted the terms of servitude and now I was obligated for one year to someone I had never seen. The deal was, I got one hundred thousand cash up front. One hundred thousand if I successfully completed my contract commitment and a fifty thousand dollar 'virgin' bonus. The deal was done. The handler escorted me to SEA/TAC and put me on a private jet. I had no idea where I was going.
The jet departed Seattle air space and headed across the Olympic Peninsula and then out over the wide, blue Pacific. I sat and watched the endless miles of waves pass under the plane. Pretty soon I nodded off.
The cabin speaker jolted me out of my nap. "Please fasten your seat belt. We'll be landing in Honolulu in ten minutes."
So, Hawaii was the destination. It could have been worse. When we landed, another handler gathered me up and checked me into Halekulani hotel on Waikiki Beach. "We leave tomorrow morning. Do not leave the hotel." was the terse command.
I couldn't go anywhere anyway. The only clothes I had were on my back. I had to leave everything in Seattle. I stripped off my clothes and draped them over the furniture to air them out. I took a steaming hot shower. I stepped out of the shower and assessed myself in the full length mirror. Five foot one and an even one hundred pounds, firm tits, nice ass, I had to be some of the most expensive meat on the planet. My honey blond hair spilled over my shoulders and down almost to my waist.
At eighteen years of age, I had a bunch of money in the bank and was off on a year long adventure. When I graduated high school, college had no appeal for me. I had no job skills and so I was looking at a bleak future as somebody's wife, pumping out babies and getting fat. I answered an ad in the papers and wound up being interviewed by some people who seemed to be very much interested in me. Actually, I didn't care if they had my best interests at heart as long as they had the money. I took a physical and then opened a bank account where I installed my hundred and fifty grand.
I had no idea what my duties would entail, but I was sure I wouldn't return to Seattle a virgin. That was okay with me. Loosing it for a quarter of a million wasn't that bad. A lot of girls gave it away in the back seat of a car for nothing.
My home life had sucked. With three horny older brothers, I was lucky to escape with my hymen intact. Mama wasn't any help. She was drunk most of the time and I suspected my brothers were screwing her. Daddy had split when I was ten. I figured I'd never see any of them again. I didn't care. I swear I had no fear at all.
The handler rolled me out of the sack at seven the next morning. We had breakfast at the hotel and then we were off to the airport. The little jet hopped off the ground and soon Hawaii drifted out of sight over the horizon. Flying over the ocean is a boring way to go. After the first million waves, you really don't want to see any more. Once again, I nodded off. The attendant woke me up for lunch. I went right back to sleep after the meal.
"Please fasten your seat belt Miss Rawlins. We are landing," the attendant informed me.
I looked out the window and could tell it was almost nightfall. We must be thousands of miles from Hawaii, I thought. We landed in the middle of a jungle on an island. The limo that met us whisked me away to my new home. We drove down a jungle road for about ten minutes, arriving at a huge mansion on a cliff overlooking the ocean. I was escorted into the house by a large oriental woman.
"This is your room Rebecca. I'll have your clothes sent right in. My name is Jasmine, you may call me Jazz. I am your assistant and instructor."
"Please call me Becky," I answered.
She smiled and left me alone. The room was huge. I had a balcony overlooking the beach, my own bathroom, a sitting room and a large bedroom. Ah, the perks!
Jazz came back with a selection of clothing. I had been provided with everything from bikinis to formal wear. Everything, including the underwear, fit perfectly.
"Mr. James will be here in two weeks. I'll have to get you ready by then."
"Who is Mr. James?" I inquired.
"He is your master. He owns you."
That's when it dawned on me. This wasn't just some sort of lark vacation. I had sold myself. My body and mind were no longer my own and wouldn't be for a year! What if this guy turned out to be ninety years old? What if he was some troll? Suddenly I didn't feel so smart and smug.
Jazz saw the look of enlightenment come over me. "There is no way out honey. You really are a slave to Mr. James. You may as well just relax and let it all happen."
She was right. I had volunteered for this and had been well paid. As long as they didn't kill me or whack off something useful, I would survive and be okay. I was very tired so I lay down for a little nap. Jazz woke me up the next morning. She took me to a large dining room. I was served fresh fruit, bread with jam and hot coffee.
After breakfast Jazz took me on a tour. The main house was a vast structure with many rooms. There was an Olympic size swimming pool, tennis courts and a nine hole golf course. The tour took all morning.
We had lunch outside on a large patio they called a 'lanai'. I couldn't complain about the food. Everything they served was excellent.
Jazz retrieved me following lunch. "Your training starts right now," said Jazz. "Take off all your clothes. I need to examine your thoroughly."
I stripped and stood nude and barefoot. She walked slowly around me, asking me to raise an arm or leg. Then she gathered up my old clothes. "Get into your exercise gear. I'll be back after I throw this stuff away."
I put on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. As soon as she came back I asked, "Do I need shoes?"
"No, you are okay. Albert will be here in a moment to take you to the gym. You'll be alright as long as you do what he tells you to do."
Jazz left and soon Albert arrived. "My name is Albert but you may call me Al. Follow me please."
I followed Al to the gym. He stripped his shirt off as soon as we were inside. He was all muscle and sinew. I wondered how big his cock was and if he was going to use it on me. He led me through a series of floor exercises that were nothing to him but almost impossible for me.
'We'll have to work on your strength. Mr. James doesn't like weak women."
I spent most of the afternoon trying to build some muscles. Finally Jazz appeared and rescued me. "Albert tried to kill me," I whined.
"That's what they all say. You'll get used to it," Jazz chuckled.
I had a few hours off until supper. I spent most of the time contemplating my situation. I concluded that I was stuck here for better or worse. It certainly wasn't worse than home had been. Anyway, I didn't have a choice. I had signed up for this and now I would make the best of it. It could turn out to be pretty good.
I was watching from my balcony in the morning two weeks later when the limo pulled in. The chauffeur held the door and a big, big guy got out. He strode into the house and disappeared. Thirty minutes later Jazz appeared at my door.
"Mr. James will see you now. Just remember everything I've taught you and you'll be okay."
I was trembling as I followed her down the hall. She stopped at a massive door and knocked. "Come in," someone bellowed. She opened the door for me and I stepped in.
