*Disclaimer. The events in this story are completely fictional. The situations the characters are in are only a fantasy setting and I do not condone the romanticizing of real world cruelties against the victims of this reality. Everyone in the story is 18 y/o and above.*
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She was being brought out of the truck along with the other trafficked girls. All of them cuffed and gagged. Their belongings had been stripped prior to being hauled in, and now they were being lead into a building in the middle of nowhere.
This was not how it was supposed to be. Krista thought. She had just gotten promoted the week prior to the holidays and used her bonus to spend it south of the border to enjoy herself. She did for the first couple of days, having gone done much of the activities the hotel she was staying at had offered. However, she was not as careful as she now wished she had been. It happened in the bar, where her drink had been spiked and then transported.
Once inside the building, Krista and the other ladies were brought to what their captors referred to as the 'powder room.' A twisted version of backstage preparation where they were all subjected to be kept in place and 'dolled' up in rushed order. When it was her turn, the woman who was ordered to fix her up was surprised. She was not caked too much, it was merely to freshen their look a bit, but let the buyers still be able to tell their general look.
"Wow, una rubia." She said, much to Krista's confusion, she only spoke English, wishing to understand the woman, her eyes pleading for help. She knew better than to struggle further with a captor holding her in place. Even as she shook in fear of it all, the woman in front of her masterfully applied the makeup, despite her subtle movements of panic. "No solemos tener muchas de ustedes por aquí." She said, much to Krista's confusion as she was held still to have the last of the makeup applied to her. "Van a cobrar mucho por ti." Her ass was smacked by the woman once finished, causing her to yelp in fear and surprise. She was then put in a single file with other women behind a large stage.
She was not able to see behind the thick red curtains, but was able to peer in front of the other girls. One was taken to the center of the stage after the other. Being presented by the auctioneer, who spoke English. He was energetically describing the woman's information. Making her features more and more enticing to the ears of the audience. Each auction lasted for about five minutes, her turn coming right up next, much to her fear.
"Ladies and gentlemen, up next we have a special treat. A rarity around these parts." He said, she was then pulled to the center, the headlights blinding her for a moment, before she adjusted her vision. The stage was raised slightly above the floor of the gala. She saw many well dressed strangers in the crowd. But disturbingly enough, a lot of popular celebrities and well known politicians were in attendance. All eyes were on her. She could swear some were salivating at the mouth just looking at her. "Here we have an American blonde beauty. Not just any kind either, just look at that tight ass. You can bounce a peso off of it." The auctioneer squeezed her ass to demonstrate, causing her to look away in shame. "Her tits, all natural at 32 D, soft and perky ones that stand at attention." He flicked her nipple to show the audience, she then covered them away, but not before yelping. "Everything along with those little sounds of hers we can start it off at 200k."
200k what? Krista thought, before she heard the audience begin to shout the bid back, the auctioneer listing them all one by one, the bid getting higher and higher. 200k became 300k, then 500k and so on. She could see almost everyone was bidding over her. A set of twins, a Mature couple, a near senile man. With each bid getting higher and higher, she could only fear as to who would ultimately end up winning her. The fear was firmly set in her heart and spine. She'd have fallen to her knees if it weren't for the captive standing off stage, but she felt her knees buckle from the dread.
Within the crowd was a broad man. It was not his first time being here. He had been here multiple times over the years, always interested in seeing what kind of whores he would buy to satiate his carnal desires. Prior to Krista having been brought on stage, he had simply sat back and waited to see which one would catch his eye. The whole night, none of them seemed to have stood out to him. Or at least resembled any that he had already owned. He had bought all sorts of whores before, but when Krista had been brought out before she struck him in a way he couldn't describe. The only word that came to his mind, as he smirked, was 'perfect.' She seemed so innocent. The look in her winter blue eyes lit a fire behind his.
He then placed his bid, the final bid, at 10M. Pocket Change. At first, there was groans from the upset audience. Not only was nobody else going to be able to top that, but also because when they turned around to see who he was, they immediately averted their his eyes.
Krista for her part was barely caught a glimpse of the man. He was broad and much bigger than her. In any other circumstance, she would have called him handsome, but if everyone else's reaction was anything to go by, this would not bode well for her.
The auctioneer collected himself as he heard the bid, and after courteously going once more to see who would outbid, he declared Krista sold to him, without mentioning his name. She was then taken offstage where she was put in a room to be prepared to be given to him.
They removed her cuffs and her gag, before putting on a cheap nightie on her. The material was see through, but it was standard for them to be delivered this way. Usually still restrained, but Gabriel had always preferred them free when delivered to him. She was forcefully moved into the next room over where the owner of the establishment was. The guards next to him were neatly dressed in suits with pistols to their hips. Soon, Gabriel walked in with his entourage of Sicario's. Armed to the teeth with automatic rifles.
Krista watched as the men exchanged pleasantries in Spanish, before Gabriel typed something on his phone, likely the digital transaction of what he was paying for her. With the deal struck, the guards pushed Krista onto Gabriel. She let out a little gasp, as her body crashed onto his. He was built like a brick wall, and just as sturdy too. But she also felt a warm heat from his body that slightly eased her for a moment. That was until he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Adiós." He said, taking him, Krista, and his company with him. The Sicarios kept a well disciplined formation around him and Krista as they exited the building. Krista saw that they were in the middle of the desert and it was a dark night. The parking was vast, but their ride was clear. It was a black Hummer Limousine parked right at the steps of the building, with armored Pickup trucks surrounding it. Gabriel dismissed his men and they went to the comparatively lighter vehicles.
