After the doctor left, both the men came back and took Regina back to her cabin. This time they properly locked it from outside so she won't be able to escape. Now she knew she would soon be auctioned, there was no escape from there. Remembering her days with Jason gave her some peace as she slowly fell asleep.
When she woke up, she found she was not alone in her small cabin. A woman was sitting on a chair, next to the foot side of her bed. She had no idea where that ugly-looking chair came from neither who this beautiful-looking visitor was. The woman had luscious dark hair, perfect makeup, and a figure that would make all women envious so much so that Regina even forgot to ask who she was or why she was there or for how much time she was there.
"I started wondering if you ever going to wake up."
Regina came back to her senses and stared at her in surprise.
"Who are you?"
"The one who will be turning you into a seductress queen for tonight."
"What?"
"Does no one told you that action is tonight? Anyway, since now you're awake, we should hurry up, we have a lot to do. With your current appearance, you're not going to get your master charming"
"The auction?" Regina ignored her last sentence thinking it as a sarcastic comment. But she remembered what that man, to whom she drugged told her.
"Yes. Now tell me, what kind of master you want to serve your whole life?"
"I am getting the hell out of here." That woman's word made her feel sick as the urge to escape from there once again grew inside her.
The woman sighed as if she had already been anticipating her reply. "Look, let me just do my job. Don't try to make this difficult for me. Just try to cooperate."
"I've been kidnapped, and I'm going to be sold to some rich guy so that he can rape me and whatnot. Are you fucking cool with that? As a woman?"
Suddenly, Regina felt a sense of betrayal, both of them were women but instead of helping her in escaping from that hell, that woman asking her to cooperate.
Those words failed to bring a single tinge of sympathy in her eyes.
"Don't make me call those brutes and ask them to knock you off till I'm done with you. Don't make me do that. It'll increase my work if you get some scars because of that."
That woman was a freak just like the rest of the men at that place.
"Just do as I say." She stood next to her, measuring her with eyes in her designer dress. "We won't have any problems if you listen to me. And the more beautiful you are, the more likely you are to attract a good master."
"A good master?"
"Yes. The kind that lavishes you with gifts, takes you on expensive trips, let you have whatever you want—"
"In exchange for letting him between my legs."
She shrugged. "There are worse things if you ask me."
"Then you've never been a slave," Regina snapped.
"I am a slave." The woman looked in her eyes, there was no shame in there. "My master is a wonderful man. I love him so much and I'm sure he also loves me."
Just when she thought she met a normal person, she turned out to be a psycho.
"Now let's get to work."
While the woman stylized Regina, she also told her about the auction. She'd told her, there would performances before the auction. Regina would have to watch and learn from them. There would many kinds of performances featured, including races and steeplechases performed by slaves in boots and harnesses, sometimes in color-coordinated equipage.
After the woman completed her job, she left.
Regin was now dressed in a short, black dress. It had a sweetheart top and was tight around her waist. Her flat belly and navel were exposed for everyone to see. Her slim legs, when she stood up, seemed as perfect that it was a barbie doll's leg. A necklace of pearls was around her neck, and her long black silky hair was done as if it was a beautiful waterfall. The last time she was dressed like that when she was working at the nightclub to seduce the men who used to come there.
After that woman left, two men came and carefully dragged her from her cabin out to a room. She was filled with disturbing feelings, as to how her life would be after the auction or if she would ever be free after that. While thinking all of that, she reached the room where she would be auctioned.
The room was filled with a sea of tables lit by candles. Men sat in their designer suits, their faces covered with masquerade masks that hid their features from the view of their competitors. It was so dark in there that the disguise was unnecessary.
Waitresses walked around and retrieved their drinks, wearing nothing but black thongs. The men tucked the cash into their G-strings and gave them a gentle pat on the ass as they walked away.
'How the hell did I get here?' She thought seeing all of that.
The other women were beautiful beyond understanding. They looked like models, the kind of people on would only in movies. A lot of them were scared, their fingers twitching and their knees shaking. In between them, Regina spotted a few women, who were actually seemed excited, as if that was the moment they had spent their whole life preparing for that.
In that room, at the platform in front of those people stood a lady in a party dress, welcoming the audience in a creamy voice. Then she announced to the audience, "Today, we have six lovely participants in today's pre-auction event. They are Mr. Jonnathan Hardstone and his slave Marcy; Mr. Frank Rockhard and his slave Darcy; Mr. Mike Suckpus and his slave Tina..." and so on.
After the announcement six naked, very beautiful young women walked twice around the ring, then each, in turn, kneeled before the lady and kissed her foot. Each of them had her name, the name of her master, and some other code numbers elegantly stenciled in grease pencil at the small of her back.
That lady smiled at all of them and then introduced the judge. After that, the performance started. The first performance was of Mr. Jonnathan Hardstone and his slave Marcy.
The slave Marcy was wearing a very high collar, which seemed to be made of silver, but which was probably stainless-steel mesh, like a good, flexible watchband. She had dark hair, tied in a
small knot on top of her head like a ballerina, and big, guileless, pale blue eyes, outlined in black. Her only adornments were a pair of bright nipple clamps, probably also of stainless steel, and a white orchid attached to the side of her head. Her breasts were large and firm, and her waist and ribcage were very small and delicate.
Her master Mr. Jonnathan held a small whip, which he mostly used for pointing and gesturing. He pointed to her and said, shortly but calmly, "Marcy. Mouth."
Slowly, and with wonderful grace, she kneeled in front of him, holding her body so her mouth was perfectly in line to receive his cock. Since his pants were on, she judged the probable angle of his erection, but she put her open mouth six inches from his crotch, arching in a perfect curve from the small of her back to her neck, so that when he unzipped his fly, there she was, to the naked eye immobile as she received his cock down her throat and began to suck. One could tell, too, that her throat was wide open and relaxed and that she was breathing gently through her nose. Her eyes were wide open and serene.
Her master didn't keep his cock there for long. He pulled it out, very large and very erect, and said, "Marcy. Cunt." This looked especially difficult to me, as there was nothing but the soft grass for her to lie on, but she didn't lie down-rather, she stood on her toes and levered herself slowly onto his cock, until he was all the way in, and then she wrapped one arm around his shoulders, a little like a trapeze artist sliding down the rope.
"Marcy. Ass," he continued, and she levered herself off and got down on her hands and knees. You could see, somehow, that her ass was beautifully open, though still hot, tight, and young. Her face was meek, beautiful, impassive, but somehow lustful. Then pulled out and stroked her head.
She turned around, kissed his foot, and then kissed the ground in front of the audience.
After that performance, there was scattered applause, after which Marcy got to her feet and stepped down from the platform with her master and the second performance started, after that third and fourth, and so on. All the performances were very simple and very difficult. There were formal positions, called presentations, that the slaves had to strike in turn. These were sexual positions, of complete compliance and availability.
There were, as Regina had imagined, a mouth position, a cunt position, an ass position, and variations on all these. The idea was to strike a posture in which one would be most easily and appealingly fuckable. It had a lot to do with muscle control.
"Everyone here is insane." Seeing that, unconsciously these words escaped Regina's mouth."How did I end up here?"