Model Slave Ch. 03

I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments about chapter 1. This was going to be a fairly straight forward story, but I loved some of the suggested directions for the story and changed course. As a result this chapter had to be rewritten and took a little longer than I thought. Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy the results.

As always, the characters in this story are purely fictionalized and products of my wild imagination. The sex is between consenting adults over the age of 21. Thank you for reading, voting and as always comments are not just welcome, but encouraged.

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Penny sat in the limo twittering nervously about what the next few hours would bring. The photographer had told her that she would be meeting all kinds of influential people at this club. She hoped this would help launch her modeling career and enable her to make a decent living doing something she loved. She stared at her lap noticing her satiny glistening skin showing through the fishnet dress.

Her time at the dress shop had been exciting, exhilarating and passionate. She felt like she had made some new friends there, but they had also taught her much about how to present herself. This dress was like nothing she had ever worn. It was well designed and easily the sexiest thing she had ever worn. The dress hid nothing, but only enhanced the incredible body displayed underneath.

With all the body makeup any perceived flaws she might have had were covered. All her skin from the tip all of her toes to the top of her head was a scintillating expanse of erotic presentation. Her dress only enhanced the dazzling presentation by making her audience look through the dress to the virtually naked body beneath.

As the limo continued through the city, Penny continued to look down at her body covered by the wide open fishnet. She thought she looked like a mermaid caught in a fisherman's net. Her breasts were encased in the net with only the white pasties over her aureoles preserving any modesty. They wobbled with the movements of the car, providing an arousing show as they bobbed and trembled beneath the fishnet. The rest of her body was a naked poignant display of sensual womanhood, with only the strings her tiny thong interrupting the show.

The limo pulled into a rather deserted warehouse district and Penny thought this was a rather odd location for what she thought was an upscale club. There were large, dark and haunting multi-story buildings on all sides of her giving an ominous feel to the location. Penny felt fear and doubt creep into her belly and as the limo began to wind its way through the dark streets around the warehouses. As the lights flickered past the windows she thought about changes in her life over the last two days.

A week ago she would've never been caught in a dress like this, going to a place she knew nothing about, to meet people she didn't know. However, being bound naked, while writhing in multiple orgasms and being broadcast thousands of people on the web, had changed her. Penny now craved all the excitement, the thrill of being exhibited naked to a crowd and the supernatural high of unrelenting orgasms. She had discovered desires she never knew she had and now her body hungered for more. She looked out the limos windows and prayed her cravings weren't leading her into danger.

The limo came to a stop amidst several other limos in front of rather blank warehouse. There was no sign outside or glittery banner, only two rather severe looking bouncers. The driver opened the door and Penny got out a straightening and pulling down on the very short dress, trying to cover her ass. It had been different wearing this in the dress shop, but now she was out in the open, showing off everything she had. She shivered as she suddenly felt very exposed.

Her stomach trembled with both fear and excitement. She had no idea what awaited her beyond the doors to the club, but everything in her life had led to something good. She smoothed out her dress, straightened her shoulders, thrust out her breasts and held her head high as she regally walked towards the door.

Upon her approach the men stood to attention and then opened the door to let her pass. She nodded a thank you to both men and noticed their eyes greedily appraising her body as she passed through the door. Their hungry looks gave her excited confidence as she passed into the noisy interior. The club contained a bar on one side and a huge dance floor with a curtained stage at other end. There was an elegant dual staircase leading to a balcony that overlooked the dance floor.

The entire club was stylishly appointed and Penny had never been anywhere so opulent. The club was decorated with a combination of stainless steel and rich grainy woods. On closer inspection many of the club's designs were in the shape of female forms, but all were of women contorted in various forms of bondage. They were so elegantly done you had to look carefully to distinguish the tightly stretched female forms and they were gorgeous as well as erotic.

Penny felt like Alice in Wonderland, only this one had a decidedly erotic and sexual leaning. Around the dance floor there were dozens of lithe, sensual female dancers, all dressed in tiny micro-kinis and matching leg warmers. Some were on the stage while others were scattered on pedestals around the dance floor and these women were obviously part of the decorations.

The dance floor was filled with likewise scantily clad women and muscle-bound hunky men. Some are dancing together and others alone, but all men and women were beautifully toned and gorgeous. All of the outfits were skimpy and exposed to lots of skin.

Most of the men were topless or at most were wearing an open vest revealing their ripped, muscular torso. Likewise, their pants were skintight highlighting their bulging thighs and stuffed groins. The women's outfits varied depending on the assets of the woman and presented a beautiful array of spectacular breasts, abs, legs or ass. This was an overwhelming array of mouth watering eye candy and Penny was awe struck, feeling even more like Alice in Wonderland.

Penny lifted her eyes and followed the elegant staircase to the crowd on the balcony. Everyone in the balcony was either dressed in tuxedos or elegantly dramatic evening gowns. These were obviously the rich and powerful patrons as opposed to the eye candy on the dance floor. As Penny stood on the edge of the dance floor taking in all the sights and sounds, a tall statuesque redhead approached her from the balcony.

"You must be Penny, why don't you have a drink and dance a little until everyone arrives." She said in a sultry English accent.

After her initial introduction Penny decided to do what the redhead suggested. She went for a glass of wine to bolster her courage and then she sashayed to the dance floor attracting a lot of attention. The first reason she was attracting attention was her outfit, the white diamond fishnet mini-dress hid nothing and only accentuated and displayed her entire stunning body. Even among all the gorgeous, scantily clad dancers Penny was a spectacular scintillating stand out and her porous dress only heightened her display.

Penny remembered how her movements looked in the dress shops mirrors and she tried to mimic those moves creating a slow seductive dance. Her artful dance was being noticed by everyone, but there were four guys crowding around her vying for her attention. She ignored them, because Penny knew this is all about wowing the modeling movers and shakers on the balcony and her slow seduction was aimed at them. If she wanted a modeling contract she knew she had to stand out among the beautiful assortment of sensually displayed flesh. Every once in a while she would cast a furtive glance to the balcony to make sure the patrons were watching and all the eyes on her gave her goose bumps.

All these eyes on her created a needful ache in her sexual core, electrifying her. She glanced at her body's slow twisting seductive movements under the fishnet and it excited her even more. Her breasts were sensuously pushing the fishnet around alternately hiding or creating tantalizing views. Her hard throbbing nipples created lumps beneath the pasties that would occasionally poke through the fishnet. Penny wanted the pasties gone so everyone could see her delight at being exhibited with her engorged nipples thrusting proudly through the dress.

The fluid rocking of her hips beckoned as they swiveled on separate gimbals from the rest of her body creating their own sexual fantasy. Her taut belly twisted in a seductive beguiling display trying to unite the two blistering parts of her body into an enthralling temptation. As a result of her swaying hips the back of the dress pulled half way up her sneakily displayed ass, revealing her tight firm tantalizing cheeks. The uncovering of her ass also left her shapely, toned legs totally on parade.

Penny tried pulling down the bottom of her dress from the moment she got out of the limo. The act of walking seemed to make the very short dress crawl up her ass revealing her enticing derrière. By the time she made it to the dance floor she had blushingly given up on pulling down the dress. When she saw the looks her uncovered ass received she breathlessly sought to display it in its most seductive light. Once again the trills of exhibiting herself flowed through her creating a pool of wetness between her legs.

Suddenly she felt a soft hand caressing her naked ass and turned abruptly to see the gorgeous redhead that greeted her standing behind her. Penny blushed as the woman continued to caress her naked skin and then she leaned in to whisper in her ear. "It's time you came upstairs, my seductive little vixen."

Penny was very conscious of all the eyes on her. Everyone on the dance floor looked jealous and was wondering why she got to go upstairs. However, the people upstairs looked at her as though she was a piece of livestock or a piece of meat they were appraising. She honestly didn't feel comfortable in either scenario, but she knew this was her chance and she knew she had to wow the powerful people. She tried to walk elegantly and at the same time sexily as she followed the redhead to the balcony.

As she reached the top of the staircase the photographer from yesterday's photo shoot approached her and grabbed her hand. Penny cast her eyes downwards, blushing in remembrance of what he had done to her and the incredible ecstasy she felt as he did it. He gently kissed her cheek and then began to pull her behind him as he introduced her to person after person.

The names ran together and she had no idea who any of these people were. A few of the women were kind and understanding giving her a soft hug or light kiss on the cheek. However, for the most part everyone, man or woman, looked at her with an appraising eye. Some even touched her like you would a piece of livestock during an appraisal at an auction. Penny felt very uncomfortable with the whole process, but she assumed that they were appraising her modeling potential. She tried to be stoic, while trying to present as beautiful a package as she could to potential investors.

Shortly after her arrival Penny was offered her second glass of wine and even though she rarely drank she greedily gulped it down trying to calm her nerves. After her second glass of wine she was feeling kind of tipsy, but it loosened her up and she began to flirt with the powerful people. Despite her giggling flirtations none of the people upstairs responded with anything except a vaguely interested scowl. They all seemed to be interested in her, but no one seemed to want to get to know her. She assumed these people were just all business and really weren't interested in who she was, only her marketability as a model.

After about an hour of schmoozing the photographer grabbed her arm and led her to a back spiral staircase that led down to the stage behind a drawn curtain. There she found herself with 11 other women lined up behind the curtain and all had their hands bound in manacles. All the women had their hands stretched above their head with the manacles attached to a ring on a post. They all had a anxious or scared fearful looks on their face and Penny had no idea what was happening. She felt the fear start to gnaw in her belly as she noticed an empty post on the stage.

Her flight or fight reflexes took over and she turned to run the minute her feet hit the stage. Unfortunately, the bouncers had anticipated her move and caught her arms quickly binding them in a set of manacles in front of her. She started struggling but knew she didn't stand a chance. The bouncers were at least a foot and a half taller and triple her weight. The bouncers started laughing as one of them easily scooped her up and tucked her under his arm as he carried her across the stage.

Within seconds Penny's manacled hands were stretched high above her head tied to the ring on the post. Her 3" heeled boots were the only reason she was not dangling from the ring, but still her petite 5' height left her straining to touch the floor. Her mind whirled trying to figure out what was happening and she twisted looking at the 11 other women. All of the women were young and beautiful catering to all kinds of body types, ethnicity, eye and hair color.

She looked at each woman and each had terror or anguish written on their face. Some were openly crying, others were angry trying to break free while others were trying to use their feminine wiles to seduce the bouncers. Penny looked at the exotically beautiful woman next to her and she instinctively knew this was her main competition for any modeling position.

The woman next to her looked to be a very exotic combination of Asian, African and European ethnicities. Her skin was a creamy chocolate color and she looked to be about her height. Her body seemed to be an exaggerated version of her own, with extremely large breasts and a big bubble butt held together with a tiny waist. Her face was beautiful with high cheek bones and full lips with a straight regal nose. Her eyes were a stunning emerald green and were large, dominating her face while still having a decidedly Asian slant. Her short platinum colored hair seemed the perfect counterpoint to the color of her eyes and skin.

Penny saw the woman appraising her as well and despite her discomfort she started the conversation. "Hi my name is Penny. What is happening, do you know what kind of a show we are going to be doing?"

The stunningly gorgeous Black woman looked at Penny with a mixture of amusement and pity as she gave an incredulous laugh. Then in a soft English accented voice said, "No Penny, this is not a show it is a slave auction and we are going to be sold as a sexual slaves."

Penny's mouth hung open as the depth of her predicament began to sink in and then the tears began to flow down her cheeks. No this can't be, slavery was abolished over a 100 years ago, she thought. She looked over at the woman next to her and seeing the honest resignation on her face, Penny knew she believed this was indeed a slave auction. Penny's voice quivered as she stutteringly ask, "H How do you know? Slavery is outlawed, th they can't do that."

"Penny, my name is Charlene and this is my second auction ... that's how I know. This is what I am, what I want, to know that I am someone's property, someone I will always belong to and care for me. Most of us choose this life. My first master is selling me because I lied to him and that's why I'm here."

Penny was about to respond when a man knelt behind her, pulled up her dress and began to apply a tattoo to the right cheek of her ass. She looked behind her and saw him using a black light. Penny had never been tattooed and was surprised at how much it hurt. She whimpered as the needle buzzed over her skin, but fairly soon he was finished. The tattoo artist would occasionally remove the black light and the tattoo would disappear, apparently it was only visible under the black light.

As he moved over to Charlene, Penny looked at her quizzically. She responded the silent question, "This is to mark you as a slave from this auction house and I'm just getting a second mark."

Penny's mind was spinning, the last couple of days had been an erotic awakening and she had discovered her body's true desires. She felt the need to be bound, teased and forced to cum over and over and if it was in front of an audience it was even better. She realized she was addicted and like any drug addiction she would do anything for the endorphin high. Her quest for her orgasmic high had resulted in her now being auctioned off as a slave.

It was surreal and almost felt like a dream, but even in her darkest fantasies she never envisaged something like this. Her gut was churning with fear and how to escape, but there was part of her that was excited by the fantasy. The thoughts of being a harem slave and to be taken at the whim of her master sent erotic chills through her body. She had a hundred questions for Charlene, but before she could ask them one of the large bouncers addressed the twelve erotic slave candidates.

"My fair bitches you are here at one of the premier slave auction houses and we cater to only high end merchandise. Each of you has been specially selected and each in turn will be presented to the buyers and their surrogates. You will not talk and you are expected to act like the gorgeous sluts you are. If you speak or resist inspections you will be further bound, gagged and punished in front of the audience. We have brutal ways to punish you and ways that won't leave marks."

"Such punishment will result in a lower sales price for your sponsor and you will catch the eyes of the more harsh and brutal Masters. Both of which will be catastrophic for your long term future and could hurt the reputation of this auction house. So you see it is a win-win if you behave and follow every command quickly without hesitation or it's a life time of hell if you don't."

"Okay, number one ... Go." He concluded.

One of the bouncers rolled out a large wooden rolling cart with an elaborately carved wooden arch spanning the cart. The cart was extremely large, larger than the huge bouncers. So Penny figured it had to be at least ten foot square. They rolled it out in front of the first woman and pushed on a foot peddle that seemed to lock the wheels in place.

There was a large cut out in the middle and Penny had no idea what it was for until two of the bouncers picked up the pole with the first slave attached. The bottom of the pole had a large wooden base that fit inside the cut out of the cart's wooden base. When everything was put together the woman was still dressed and attached to the pole with her arms bound over her head, but that is where the similarities ended.

The arch artfully framed the woman, deviously while making her look even more beautiful than she was. The whole presentation seemed to hide any flaws and when they turned on the lights attached to the arch she looked almost angelic. Her red hair shone brightly with her voluptuous figure encased in the lighted arch. Penny thought the woman was beautifully merchandised as they wheeled the cart through the curtains to face the crowd outside. Strange that she thought of the woman as merchandise, because that meant that she was too.

When the curtain closed behind the first slave Penny heard the crowd voice its approval of the displayed beauty. The muted voices of a presenter and auctioneer were a constant drumbeat that could be heard over the crowd. Over the next quarter of an hour she heard cloth ripping, the smack of something against flesh and screams of pain, as well as, passion from the woman being auctioned.