Copyright (c) 2014, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication: Sunday, August 24, 2014 Author: Hardguy Title: Sex Slave Auction Summary: In the year 2217, sex slavery is an accepted part of modern society. The wealthy regularly gather to purchase young girls at auction. Keywords: no sex, dark, sci-fi, slave The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the reader. It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual and/or violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal in much of the modern world. I do not condone or encourage any activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter the circumstances. Please realize that there is a line between being a pedophile and being a child molester. Any time that line is crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created. Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from those who cannot see that line. Thank you. I feel like I need to explain what this is first. I regularly browse posts in the /r/dirtypenpals sub-Reddit, and the other night I came upon the following: Subject: 19 F4A Slave Auction by: /u/ThrowawayDPP7676 it's the year 2217 and after countless failed attempts and wasted money to stop the sex slave industry it has gradually become accepted as part of society but can still be very shady as the means of getting the girls still tend to be highly immoral. The girls are sold off to whoever wants them and has the deepest pockets to back their desires. The auction today takes place at a remote countryside mansion. All the rich have gathered to flaunt their wealth and even some come merely to stop their rivals from getting the girls of their choice. The girls are separated into 2 groups to be sold at 2 different rooms. The first group are usually the older girls or the girls who have been "used". Usually the rich don't bother buying these girls and they're left for those with less money. People buying these girls could range anywhere from the average man/woman looking for some fun to a pimp looking to get more money and girls beneath them. This auction is held in the backyard of the Mansion. The Second group of girls where I find myself Is for younger girls or virgins. We line the walls of the large ballroom with our hands held high above our heads with cuffs. They're grey and blue seemingly attached to nothing but they dont give even the slightest bit of give like chains would. Our ankles are also bound keeping us still against the wall. Around our necks are small metallic collars that were used go shock us if we weren't cooperating at any point. We're all dressed in the same revealing bikinis that show off enough to gather interest but not enough to leave nothing to the imagination as this often increases the bids. In our mouths are black ball gags with the straps secured around our heads so we can't talk to any of the people there. The auction itself is done in a silent style with each of the girls having a hologram display in front of them. On it is displayed the current bid as well as the bidder to encourage competition among the rich. On the hologram is also a tab that displays measurements and any known information about the girl. You find yourself standing near where I am amongst some of the richest in the country some of which are your friends. I'm dressed and suspended in the cuffs just as the rest and I look around the room as best I can. It's easy to tell that we've all been crying prior to the event. You look over from your group of friends at me. (My age can be discussed) My long brown hair is slightly curly and flows down to become blonde. I'm quite short and petite looking no taller than 5'. My blue eyes look into yours and you can see them watering a bit. You step away from your friends to look at my hologram display. My info page reads. Name: Jess Virgin: Yes Age: XX Height: 4'11" Cup Size: B Date "received": 1/04/17 (5 days ago) Ethnicity: White Observed Personality: Meek Hair Color: Brown / Blonde Eye Color: Blue Notes: Appears to be submissive but it's clear to see she's rebellious deep down. You tab over to the bid section and it reads Current Bid: $2,435,000 (High but far from the highest) Bidder: XXXX XXXXX (Somebody you may or may not know) Perhaps you're there looking for a new toy for yourself, a new slave, to flaunt your own wealth or possibly even the rare kind soul looking to save a girl from this fate and to treat her more like a daughter. The choice is yours, So long as you're the highest bidder that is. Please send me a PM if you're interested! Reply with what you'll do next in the roleplay as well as a description of yourself or character in this case (Male or Female character). Since you've read this far please include the word Stingray in the title of the PM. If at all possible we may end up moving the roleplay over to Kik. I look forward to hearing from everyone and I'm sorry if I don't get back to all of you! It was an interesting prompt, so I rolled it around in my head for about an hour, and then started writing. The following is my response. "...and that's why I make all the girls call me Stingray!" I join the chorus of polite but fake laughter as Julius shares with us the details of the latest modification he's had made to his cock. In truth I'm repulsed, and I can tell that I'm probably not the only one, but a few of these trustfund babies really do find the concept of mutilating a young girl's womb with a sharpened prick to be utterly hilarious, only to throw her to the resellers after that painful event. I honestly don't even want to be here at this slave auction, as I find the very notion of owning a girl to be repugnant, but my attendance is part of finalizing a business deal with an old friend of my father who happens to be a collector of sorts. I sweep my eyes around the room at the scantily girls lining the walls behind the thinly shimmering force field that keeps bidders from sampling the product. Not one of them looks happy to be there, some even having wet themselves in fear of what this evening will bring to them. The smallest among them looks in no way to be above the legal age for sale, and no doubt had some growth stunting drugs given to her, or papers forged by her parents who probably received pennies on the dollar for what her young maidenhead would bring the dealer. It upsets me just looking at her there, and I think it upsets me even more when the girl beside her catches my gaze and seems to judge me with her sad eyes for even looking at that young one. "Why Eric, did you find something you like?" asks Randall L. Wainsworth, one of the smuggest smarmiest haughtiest rich little shits I know. "Not particularly, no," I say, swallowing my disgust. I know this prick too well. He'd buy a piece of dog shit for a billion dollars out of spite if he thought you were interested in it. I also knew what he did to slave girls since he got his first one as a birthday present when he turned 11. He was micro dicked as a kid, not to mention as impotent as his old man was after a few generations of cousin marriage, so when he utterly failed to fuck the poor girl, he paid a few of his bodyguards to "punish her" for his amusement. He's got one of those giant robot dick attachments now, and I didn't want this poor girl to experience that horror of medical technology. "I think you've got your eye on LVG532901," he said with a cruel smirk. I glance behind me at the small girl, and sure enough, that is the number on her manacles. Returning my attention to Randall, I catch the glint of the bionic implant in his eye to correct his inbred eyesight. He knew exactly who I was looking at. He beckons at one of the salesmen, and with a point of his finger, the sale is made. I feel sick to my stomach as attendants swiftly removed the girl from the wall, and take her behind a black curtain. Her face shows only pure terror as they take her away. "I'll be sure to let you know when I'm done with her," Randall tells me with a laugh, before clapping me on the shoulder and sauntering off to take ownership of his newest toy. 'Fucking asshole,' I think to myself, careful not to speak it aloud should he have some kind of super hearing as well. As inhuman a monster he is, a century old business deal between our families nets us billions each a year and puts food on the table for 10 million employees. I'd gladly kick his inbred half-robot ass if it wouldn't cause those employees to then have to sell their own sons and daughters at one of these things. I look again to the girl who had judged me. She looks scared too now, an indication of this trickling down and winding around her leg at seeing just how swiftly a sale can happen at the right price. Her eyes meet mine again, but she doesn't look defeated in the slightest. I just know that whomever buys her is in for a fight. I want to smile at her, hopefully reassure her that maybe she'll be bought by one of the good ones, but it would be far too easy to misunderstand a smile in this setting. A green light above her flashes, indicating another bid having just been placed on her innocence. I take a few steps closer to read the name, my eyesight being perfectly natural, as is the rest of my purely human body. 'Julius T. Rich' it reads. A mental image of the razor sharp cock that he just described to us flashes in my mind, and I look at this girl again with anger at what fate has in store for her. The price on her is rather low, only a few million. Maybe others saw that same fight in her that I did, and decided they'd rather not go through the hassle. A clock begins to count down on her info card. Seems that Julius' bid triggered some kind of time limit, and in 30 seconds, this poor girl named Jess would be calling him Stingray too. My hand seems to move on it's own, flagging down a salesman. In the blink of an eye, he is beside me. "Yes, Mr. Boone. Would you care to place a bid?" I'm a bit taken aback not only at how suddenly this man was at my beck and call, but also by the fact that he knew my name. "Her," I said, pointing at Jess. "LVG532902. Whatever her final price is, I'll double it." The man only nodded and vanished from my side as quickly as he had appeared. I watched the green light over her head flash again, and the price on her info card suddenly doubled. I saw her eyes narrow at me in an attempt to look fierce and make me regret whatever she was imagining I was going to do to her. I felt a little sad that I hadn't done the same for LVG532901, but that ship had sailed. I watched the clock tick down. 20...15...10... The green light flashed again. Somebody attempted to outbid me, but my instruction to double the price kicked in and what had been $2,435,000 was now $17,800,000. 9...8...7... Another green flash, and I was on the hook for $46,760,002 now. 6...5...4...3...2... Flash. $99,739,684. I hoped her parents got some percentage of that insanity. The attendants came out and led the girl away to behind the same curtain that the small one had been taken. I turned to look at Julius, who just shrugged at me with indifference as he placed a bid on another girl who would know his sting. I wanted to save her too, I wanted to save them all, but I knew I couldn't. "Mr. Boone. This way please," said a nicely dressed young woman who appeared suddenly beside me, not a single hair out of place on her head. "Your purchase has been prepared for delivery." I got a few surprised looks from those who knew me and my opinions about this place, but another round of fake laughter returned them to their hobnobbing as they placed bids of their own as though it were no big thing. Green lights flashed over the heads of trembling young girls as I was led from the room and it's sickening display of modern high society. I had just bought a girl, and now it was time to meet her. END. Author's note: It was getting pretty late when I finished this, and I knew that I probably wouldn't continue on with it as an RP, but I sent it off to the person that posted the setup anyways. She liked it, and gave permission for me to share it here, so, there you have it. Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome. Hardguy 8=====>~~~ This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.