Even if some of the people are more willing than others, all in this series will be Non-Con just to be safe on my part. This should be the last introduction for a very long time, as these are all the slaves I have written about elsewhere. Most of them now will still focus on one slave, but have others intermixed with them.
I have not decided if I am going to do a chapter on the Master or the kitchen helper yet, or even more on the bouncers. If you would like to see any of those let me know and I will consider it.
Otherwise, read and enjoy, or take yourself elsewhere if this isn't your cup of bog water.
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A slave lay curled on the small place she had been given before the auction. She felt like she wanted to cry, being now owner-less, but her last owner had been cruel and unloving. A month ago he had nearly beaten her to death for a transgression. She was up for auction now so he could recoup some money he spent on her instead of killing her.
She had not been a slave by choice, but after harsh treatment, beatings and degrading words it was all she felt she could do. Now, she longed for a owner to serve, and hoped that he would treat her better than her last.
Around her she heard the auction starting, and she hugged her legs and sobbed.
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"Master Chase?" came a voice down the steps to his dungeon. Whoever was entering his domain was either fearful of him, his slaves, or some how being caught and kept there. Chase looked up from his work in his office, seeing another male walking down the stairs on the computer surveillance.
He watched as Whore, his eldest slave moved from her cell to a safe distance from the stairs. She knelt near the man.
"Hello, Sir, how may I serve you?" Whore spoke as she looked at his shoes.
"Um..." the manl stuttered, Chase assumed, at seeing a naked woman in front of him. "I'm looking for Chase."
"Yes, Sir. This way please." Whore rose and turned leading the man to Chase's office. Once at the entrance she knelt again and waited.
"What do we have?" Chase asked without looking up.
"Someone to see you, Master." Whore answered. As Chase nodded she rose and walked back to her cell.
"Uh, Chase?" the visitor started again. Chase sighed at the statement. Slaves didn't make stupid statements. "I am here to take you to the auction."
"Ah, excellent." Chase turned in his chair. "Is there room for one of my slaves?"
"Uh...yes."
"Excellent." Chase stepped into the dungeon and called. "Whore!" Breaths passed before the naked female knelt before him. "You will come with me." The girl's head bowed in response.
The man retreated out of the dungeon, Chase followed a moment later followed by his slave. At the top of the stairs, before entering the club Chase slipped a blindfold over Whore's eyes and grabbed a duffel bag kept at the entrance.
Following at three steps behind, guided by only the leash, Whore followed through the empty club and out the front door. She gasped as sun warmed her naked skin. Pulled up to the entrance was a stretch limo with tinted windows.
Chase opened the car door, leading his slave through the opening and didn't remove the blindfold until she was kneeling on the floor of the car and the door was closed. One the cloth was removed she kept her eyes down no matter how much she wanted to look at the scenery passing by.
"How long is the drive?" Chase asked.
"About twenty minutes." came the answer. The second man couldn't take his eyes off the female slave that hadn't looked at him.
"Whore, thank the man for taking us." Chase ordered. The female immediately turned, leaning down and kissed the shoes of the man.
"Please, may I service you?" Whore whispered. Unable to protest, the man nodded and found the female undoing his pants, finding his cock already hard.
"Not until we arrive, Whore."
Twenty minutes never passed so slowly for the middle man. He would have climaxed five minutes into his blow job if not for the talents of the slave servicing him. Just as they pulled into the parking lot did he give a final cry and spilled his release into her throat.
When the car came to a stop Chase waited a moment for the man to put himself back together. Slipping the blindfold back over his slave's eyes and led her into the warehouse. She walked across the gravel carefully, tugged forward by her Master with a snap with the end of the leash on her ass.
It was a black market auction. A stage was set up at one end of the warehouse, people milling about, talking. Some other slaves were present in various stages of undress and a variety of collars. Chase paid no attention to the crowd as he registered and received a marker for bidding.
As soon as Chase paused for more than twenty seconds Whore fell to her knees, still blindfolded, at his side, her hands locked behind her. When he got to where he was going to stand to bid he set the duffel bag handle in Whore's mouth. She easily took the bag and held it off the floor.
An hour and a half later Chase had acquired two new female slaves. Both brunette, but one's hair was black. Whore had not moved, nor dropped the bag as she knelt.
Leaning down to retrieve his bag he snapped the leash. "We must collect our property, Whore."
She rose to her feet and allowed herself to be led to the reverse of the stage.
At the back there were females and males in various stages of restraint, most spouting off about what their captors could do to themselves. Chase had gotten one quiet one, and one feisty one. He longed to break her.
"I have this and that. Bring them here." he demanded and two men brought the quiet slave while it took four to contain the black haired one. As she approached, she spat at Chase who immediately slapped her to the ground. He reached down and grabbed her hair.
