Control, Enkindle

Even Melinda seemed taken by them, staring at them with both pity and a bit of jealousy. Her cheeks were a little flushed and when I caught her eye she instantly looked away. Maybe her interest in Allie had began rubbing off on girls in general? Interesting. That wasn't part of the command I had given her. I would have to ask her about that.

When the girls were clean and finished they began putting their old, dirty clothes back on.

"Hold on, girls," I said, holding up a hand to stop them. "You won't be needing those anymore."

When I said it I could see the onset of panic in their eyes as they began backing up. I rolled my eyes and said, "Relax. I told you no one is going to hurt you and I meant it." I then threw them a pair of towels that they could cover themselves with. Unfortunately the towels weren't that big and they covered them only just.

We then led them further down the hall and into another room. They came to a shocking halt when they saw what was in there. The walls were lined with steel cages and in each cage sat a naked girl, peering up at us but saying nothing. Every one of them had some kind of bruise or mark, many of them wearing defeated expressions on their faces.

It was eerie almost, the silence as we crossed the room, every eye following us. Sarah and Jordan both kept their eyes on the ground, unable to look any of the other girls in the eye. Marcus, though, seemed very familiar with the room and walked with barely contained glee, running one of his fingers on the bars of the cages. Every girl he passed cringed away from him, pushing themselves as far away as they could.

The door leading outside was on the opposite side of the room, flanked by two guards who looked at us with narrowed eyes. They didn't do anything to stop us though, instead opening the door as we neared.

When we got to the car Marcus took out two pairs of handcuffs linked together with a chain. The girls trembled as he locked their wrists into place but didn't say anything to object. Jordan's towel had slipped down a bit, revealing her rather sizable breasts. Every guard around us was staring at her.

It was a bit of a struggle to get them into the car like that but after a few minutes they were securely placed in the back seat. This presented us with a problem as Melinda no longer had a place to sit. I solved it by placing the lithe girl in my lap. It wasn't the most comfortable but it would have to do.

In fact, the ride actually turned out to be quite enjoyable for me. Melinda was all hot and bothered from seeing the naked girls and I spent a good amount of the ride feeling her up and teasing her, sliding my hand up her skirt to play with her little pussy. If this bothered the girls in the backseat they didn't show it, too cowed to say anything. Marcus seemed to be enjoying it though, glancing at us every once in a while.

When we arrived at the warehouse Melinda was completely flustered and ready to burst at the slightest touch. I had intentionally left her like that, keeping her from climaxing by just the tiniest bit.

Inside the dark warehouse I spotted what looked like a stage made out of old shipping pallets. Next to the makeshift stage stood fifteen or so chairs. Behind the stage was what looked like a managers office. This was where we took the girls.

"How long til' they get here?" I asked as Marcus secured the girls to a radiator pipe.

"Shouldn't be long. Twenty, maybe thirty minutes," he said.

"W-who's coming?" Sarah asked, finally having built up enough courage to speak. He ignored her, refastening her wrists to the cuffs. "What's going on?" she added when she got no response.

"Shut up," he growled at her. This was enough to break the little courage that she had gathered.

I had Melinda change into a dress that I had chosen just for this occasion. It was Allie's but the size difference wouldn't matter much. It was a skimpy short red thing with a massive cleavage, tight enough to show her erect nipples through the thin material. I also made sure she had no underwear on.

A stack of neutral white masks was placed just outside the warehouse, Marcus telling me that people like the ones we were about to meet valued their anonymity very high. A few minutes before they were set to arrive we both put a mask on. Melinda wondered if she should put one on too but I told her not to.

Almost right on the dot people began arriving, some of them having obvious bodyguards with them and all of them dressed to the teeth. Everyone chose to hide their face behind a mask and I assumed this was standard practice with dealings like this. No one said anything when they entered, only walked in and took one of the seats. The bodyguards either waited near the door or a few feet behind the person they were following.

All in all it took maybe ten minutes for everyone to arrive, meanwhile me and Marcus stood quiet and waited along with everyone else. More than a few pair of eyes were drawn to Melinda, the only person not wearing a mask. I doubted that was the only reason though. I had instructed her to stand straight and not make eye contact with anyone, place her hands on her back and push her chest forward. She looked like the perfect obedient girl.

When I didn't think anyone else would arrive I stepped onto the stage. Everyone's attention switched to me and I noted that almost everyone were men. In fact, only one looked to be an obvious woman, wearing expensive looking fur and nylons, showing off her very long and very strong looking legs.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I said, doing a small bow. "We all know why were here so I won't waste anyone's time on pleasantries. Today we're having an auction. None of you have been told what's on the list, only that it would be worth your time."

"This is true and is unfortunately going to remain the case a little while longer. We have two items for you today. The first one is going to remain a secret until a buyer has been found. The second item is essentially identical to the first," I finished my little speech.

There weer several looks of disapproval and one man in the front, perhaps Russian by his dialect, said, "Vhy not tell us right away what you're asking us to buy?"

"Think of it as an opportunity. You might make a great deal or you might get ripped off. And really, would it be in our best interest to trick people of your influence? I fear I might not survive the day," I said, trying to be serious and lighthearted at the same time.

"Zhis is true," the man said and although I couldn't see his face I got the impression he was grinning.

"Right then," I said, clapping my hands together. "Starting bid on item number one set at a modest fifty thousand United States dollars. Fifty thousand anyone?"

The Russian man held up a hand and I pointed at him.

"Fifty thousand. Do I have sixty..." I said but was unable to finish before the woman in fur held up a hand. "There's sixty thousand, do I have seventy?"

The price quickly rose, far quicker than I had anticipated. These people weren't playing around and it was evident that my calculations had been correct. These were some of the most arrogant people in the world, willing to spend thousands upon thousands on something they didn't have a clue about.

Bidding came to a stop at $230,000, the winning bid going to a man in a white suit. He had not yet spoken so I had no idea of where he might be from. I decided to think of him as a James, as in James Bond, because of the white suit.

"Congratulations sir," I said, and gave him another bow. "Before I have my lovely assistant here bring out your prize I'm afraid I need to know that you have sufficient funds to cover the purchase."

In response the man snapped his finger and one of his bodyguards held up a silver case handcuffed to his wrist.

"Excellent," I said. Turning to Melinda I said, "Melinda?"

As we had discussed she turned around and went into the office, bringing back a silver platter with two wooden boxes on. Everyone followed her as she walked, their eyes glued to the tray. She came and stood next to me.

I gently opened one of the wooden boxes and took out a syringe filled with the nanobot solution in one hand and one of the implants in my other.

"Here is your purchase, sir," i said and held both of them up so everyone could see.

The James man turned his head on the side, looking confused. "Is this some kind of joke?" he asked, his voice having an accent that i couldn't place. Maybe Arabic?

"Most certainly not," I said, having already expected the reaction. "These components need one more thing to work. Let me demonstrate," I continued and looked at Marcus. He nodded and went back into the office.

He left the door open and soon we heard screams coming from inside. He returned a moment later, having a solid grip on Sarah's neck, bending her forward so she was unable to fight. She tried desperately to keep her towel around herself.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she screeched, flailing with one of her arms to try to fight him off. "Let me go!"

"As you can see, our very lovely friend here is quite unwilling to play along," I yelled over her screams. Every eye was on Sarah and from the reactions I saw her beauty was appreciated by many. That she was resisting didn't seem to be a concern.

Marcus pushed her up on the stage and forced her down on her knees. She finally managed to see where she was and when she did she let out another screech. "What the fuck is this? Who are these people? Fucking let me go!"

I chuckled for effect. "She's quite a feisty one, isn't she?"

Gathering up her hair in my hand I yanked it to the side, causing her to let out a screech of pain. Using the other hand I stabbed the syringe into her neck.

"Argh! What the fuck," she exclaimed, having abandoned the towel and using both her hands to try to fight us. She was strong, I had to give her that, but it was useless fighting against the nanobots. Only moments later she was out like a light, being supported only by Marcus holding her up. The towel had fallen to the floor during the struggle, exposing all of her to our audience.

"Who doesn't like a good struggle?" I joked as i turned back to Melinda, picking up the implant.

Placing it behind her ear was easy now that she wasn't fighting, making sure everyone saw what I was doing. After it was in place I stepped back and just waited. After a few seconds Mr Bond became impatient and spoke.

"What is the purpose of this? The girl is pretty, yes, but not pretty enough for $230,000," he said.

I inclined my head towards him. "Give it a minute," I said.

Slowly she began rousing a few second later. Groaning she struggled to stand proper, Marcus doing his best to help her. After a little bit I began snapping my fingers in front of her face to speed up the process.

"Come now, we don't got all day," I said and her eyes snapped open.

"Wha'd happened?" she slurred. Then she seemed to remember where she was and she let out yet another screech, falling to her knees to grab the towel, Marcus having released her when she became fully aware.

"Be silent and stand," I spoke, my voice commanding and hard.

She scrambled to obey, almost falling over in her haste to comply. She had managed to get the towel around herself as she stood there, looking confused and searching around, a slight bit of panic setting in as she realized she couldn't move from her spot.

"What is your name?" I asked her, my voice still commanding and strong.

"Sarah Palmer," she immediately said and a hand went up to her mouth in surprise.

"Drop the towel Sarah," I said and she did, hurrying to cover herself with her arms instead.

"Stand normal and smile to your audience," I commanded and she did, dropping her arms to her side and putting on a big smile. Her eyes were still filled with panic though.

I turned to the crowd and bowed again. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the perfect girlfriend," I said, holding out my hand towards Sarah.

"She will do anything you tell her to do, no questions or hesitations. From the best maid to the most attentive lover or the most submissive slave, only your fantasy will limit what you can have her do," I said.

"A demonstration," I added before anyone had a chance to speak, turning back to Sarah. "Sarah, you are now very aroused."

Immediately her cheeks flushed and her nipples hardened as she began to let out heavy breaths.

"Melinda, come here," I said and snapped my finger. She immediately sat the tray down and walked up next to me. "Let Sarah here give you that orgasm you've been waiting for," I said.

"Yes master," she said and curtsied, also something I had told her to do before. "Thank you master."

Personally I found the whole master and sir thing completely ridiculous but with the current audience in mind... well, theatrics.

She sat down on the stage and spread her legs, lifting her dress up to expose her dripping pussy.

"Sarah, make Melinda here have an orgasm. Don't stop until I tell you to," I said. Immediately Sarah got down on all fours and dove right to it, beginning to lick Melinda's pussy with enthusiasm.

It didn't take long, my previous attention having already done the heavy work of getting Melinda aroused and ready. Still, the show was interesting enough, Melinda crying out her climax in front of everyone, covering the other girl's face with her juices.

My little spectacle had managed to capture the audience attention, everyone now sitting a little straighter and looking more interested.

"That's enough," I said as Melinda's moans started to increase anew. "Stand up and bow to your audience."

Even thought the command was aimed at Sarah both she and Melinda did as I said, the command not having been specific enough.

"If this is true then she's definitely worth the money," Mr Bond said. "How do I know this is not just a trick?"

"Try it for yourself," I said. "Sarah, you will obey no one other than this gentleman here from now on. Do you understand me? Speak up."

She nodded her head, looking at the man in question. "I understand."

"She's all yours," I said, giving her a gentle push in the direction of the man.

She just stood there, awkward and waited as the man seemed to think about what he should make her do. After a moment he seemed to have settled on something as he leaned forward and fixed her with a sharp stare.

"Break one of your fingers."

Her eyes went wide as without hesitation she held up her left hand and took a firm grasp of her ring finger. A bloodcurdling scream left her throat as she, in one swift motion, pulled the finger backwards, breaking it with an audible snap.

Several people gasped and jumped in their seats. Mr Bond sat up straight in surprise, obviously having not believed she would do it. "Mein gott," he let out. So not Arabian then.

"Is this satisfactory proof for you sir?" I asked, not being rude but merely asking if he required further demonstration.

He looked from the whimpering Sarah to me and then back to her again. "Come here," he said and she walked up to him, passing several of the others as she did. "Stop crying."

She did, her tears immediately ceasing to fall. He looked her up and down before telling her to spin around. He inspected her as he would a horse in a market, feeling and squeezing various body parts. When he was done he nodded and told her to sit on the ground next to him. She did and then he looked up at me and nodded again. "I'm satisfied," he said, snapping his finger again.

The bodyguard holding the silver case walked up to him and placed it in his lap. Opening it with a snap he took out several stacks of cash and handed it to his other bodyguard. He closed the case and nodded towards me.

"Melinda?" I said, looking at her and nodding towards the man. She sauntered over to him, swaying her hips as she did, drawing many eyes to her as she walked. She retrieved the case before returning.

"Excellent. A pleasure doing business with you sir," I said and bowed again. "Now, onto item number two," I continued and pointed at the other wooden box on the silver tray. "Shall we start at one hundred and fifty this time?"

The process was much the same, only the price landing at a staggering $550,000 this time as they knew what they were bidding for. The buyer this time ended up being the woman in fur.

Marcus brought out Jordan and things happened much the same way as before, minus the finger breaking and cunnilingus demonstration. The woman seemed pleased with her purchase, immediately ordering Jordan to come sit next to her just as Mr Bond had.

"That concludes our business for the day," I said, taking center stage again. "I'm sure many of you are wondering when the next time we'll have items like these up for sale again. I assure you, you'll have more chances. Information about future auctions will be delivered to you."

As I expected this sent the message that the auction was over and everyone stood to leave. No one spoke as they one by one began heading towards the exit, leaving as unceremoniously as they had arrived.

-o-o-o-o-o-

"Well," I said, watching the warehouse disappear in the sun visor mirror. "That was interesting."

"And profitable," Marcus added.

"Indeed," I said. "Imagine what another auction might yield now that the word is out."

Not that the word really was 'out' yet. I was relatively sure that my invention wouldn't hit mainstream media any time soon. The people involved didn't exactly benefit from such an endeavor. Although I was pretty sure that at least one of the two buyers today would try to have the device reverse engineered. Not only would it most assuredly kill the girl but it would also prove extremely difficult. These particular devices I had programmed to wipe clean of any data as soon as it was no longer in contact with organic matter. The nanobots, too, would discharge their remaining energy and degrade in a matter of minutes should the device stop communicating with them for even a second.

"What are you going to do with the money?" Marcus asked. It was purely out of curiosity, I could tell.

"Don't you worry about that," I said, glancing at Melinda in the sun visor mirror. She was looking with interest at the two aluminum briefcases on the seat next to her.

He shrugged. "Just curios," he said. "Knowing you I probably wouldn't want to know anyway."

"You're absolutely right," I said. Although I was reasonably sure he would want to know at least parts of my plans, not that I was about to tell him, involving his daughter and all.

"So when do you want to do this again?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Not for a while," I said. "I've got some things to take care of that will require my full attention for the foreseeable future."

"Something I should be worried about?" he asked, giving me a glance as he took a turn.

"Hardly." He most definitely should. "I'll need to head back to the states soon though."