The Moll Pt. 03

Chapter 7 : Auction

Now this is a real bore. Boyfriend announces this morning that there's a big auction coming up. We've got quite a few pieces in it and he and I are both going this time. I'm really looking forward to making small talk with his associates and clients – not! Still, I checked out the duty roster on boyfriend's PC and managed to switch Jack in for one of the other guards that was assigned to the trip; so at least there might be some opportunity for fun.

We're taking the seaplane, apparently. Not enough time to do it on the yacht. That's a pain already 'cos it means I'm only taking one slave girl to look after me and as you can guess, the one that's OK with clothes isn't so good with hair and make-up and vice versa plus she's got to double up with looking after boyfriend. Boyfriend wants two heavies along so there's Jack and one of his buddies as well. The other one's better built than Jack, maybe, but he hasn't got too many brain cells in his head if you ask me.

It's a real dull flight. Jack and slave girl in the back seat, me and boyfriend in the middle, Jack's buddy and pilot up front. The trouble with these small planes is they're as noisy as hell so I don't even bother to try to make conversation and stare out of the window. Luckily it's only about three hours flying time until the pilot drops us down on a lagoon that looks pretty much like the one we've just left. Over on the dock there's a bunch of smiling men in suits to welcome boyfriend and we're ushered up to the big house where our host for the event hangs out.

Well, I thought boyfriend was pretty well heeled but our place is nothing to this. Bigger pool, entire sauna suite and the slave accommodation is more like a private zoo. They even had little labels up on the cage doors saying where the occupants had come from, that sort of thing. They all looked like they belonged to an endangered species if you ask me.

Jack and his buddy are off to see what ideas they can pick up; boyfriend sends our slave up to our suite with the bags to get unpacked and we head on to the pool side bar for drinks.

As soon as we get there, I know I'm going to find it real hard keeping my cool for the week-end. Our host's three live-in ladies plus their pals from associates of boyfriend's circle are lounging back and they all manage a "look what the cat's dragged in" glance as I wander up. They're all looking like they each stepped out of their own designer store – Versace, D&G, DKNY, and I'm looking – well, like I stepped off a three hour flight in a pokey little seaplane. They're all very sympathetic in a way that says, gee we're so grateful that you've given us this opportunity to look down our noses; and I'm being sweet as pie, 'cos I don't know which if any of them I can afford to piss off. Boyfriend of course doesn't notice any of it. In fact his tongue's hanging out contemplating the full set of silicon enhanced demonstrations of the plastic surgeon's art that these girls have on display.

Jack turns up to rescue me with a "I'm afraid your slave girl, needs some direction, if you could come up to the suite" message. Boyfriend seems pretty relaxed about me leaving; his attention is all on the poolside talent. Unsurprisingly Jack's motives aren't entirely altruistic and as soon as I'm through the door of the suite his tongue's in my ear and the two of us are grappling against the wall of the bedroom so enthusiastically that we practically fall into the walk in closet.

Slavegirl practically drops a pile of clothes when she comes in to put them away and sees what we're up to, but she knows enough to keep quiet, so why should I care? When I've finished with Jack I give her a few cuts to the buttocks so boyfriend can see why I came back to the suite. She's not too happy about that so I lock a ball gag on her for the evening just to remind her who's in charge.

Boyfriend turns up and says we're invited for dinner which gives me the chance to look an idiot yet again. He says can I look nice? That usually means something pretty slutty and while I don't mind around the place at home, here it doesn't seem right. Still, I do as he asks and squeeze myself into something short and tight, get slave girl to back-comb my hair and squeeze my feet into heels that only make sense if you know you're going to spend most of the evening sitting down.

Boyfriend says, "Wow! You look great!" but the look I'm getting from slavegirl isn't so encouraging. When we get downstairs it turns out she was right. The rest of the women are all looking like they've stepped out of Harpers & Queen and I'm looking like I should be on the curb side, chewing gum and smiling at men in cars. I feel like shit, boyfriend doesn't notice, and the girls are really sympathetic – like fuck!

I compensate by getting more wine into me than is strictly a good idea and almost end up in a cat fight with our host's number one girl. Boyfriend, diplomatically, eases me out and takes me up to bed but, since when we get there he's sounding off about me getting drunk without even thinking that it might be just a little bit his fault, there's no fun had there.

Breakfast the following morning is OK. Everyone's real polite and trying to make like nothing happened which suits me. Then we're off to view the lots for the auction. I don't know why we're bothering – I thought we were just selling, not buying but boyfriend says he wants to keep up with what the others are picking up and the sort of thing they are offering. So he drags me around the sale cages and I'm supposed to be interested while he's chatting to the cage-keepers and rummaging through his sale catalogue.

As usual - or so boyfriend says – there's three parts to the sale, each with their own set of cages. Firstly there's the re-sales or as it says in the catalogue, "Pre-owned"; by which I understand second-hand (at least) and probably set up with all sorts of undesirable attributes depending on how many owners they've had and who they were. They all look pretty hard cases to me but I guess after you've been through this sort of thing even only once you toughen up – leastways if you're going to survive at all.

About all we get from them as we walk by the cages is a sullen scowl. For the ones that boyfriend shows an interest in the cage keeper gets them to stand up and turn about. Then the sullen scowl gives way to resigned obedience.

Next to them are the newly trained. All of them, at least as far as the catalogue goes, are first time slaves. They've been through training so they've had the rough edges knocked off them and they should know the basic stuff. Looking at them in their cages is a whole different deal. They're all eager to please, all desperately believing that if only they can show they'll be good slaves they'll get a good owner and an easier life. They'll learn.

Then there's the last lot. Untrained. Pick-ups. New girls. "Guaranteed," as it says in the catalogue, "no more than three weeks from the date of their original collection, without any training beyond that needed to restrain and subdue them since their collection." Boyfriend thinks these are the most interesting. They all look scared. Some of them are still in the tatters of the clothes they were snatched in. None of them look much use to me.

Boyfriend goes off to the auction. I go and sulk by the pool. The other girls stay out of the way.

We're on the flight back. Jack's in back with slavegirl. I'm looking out the window at the water below. Boyfriend isn't saying anything.

"So, did you get everything you went for?" I ask him.

Boyfriend nods. "Pretty much," he says. Then he looks at me. "Pity you didn't seem to get on with the other girls, though."

"I thought it was OK," I says, lying through my teeth but suddenly I'm worried.

"Hmm," says boyfriend, sounding unconvinced. "As long as you're happy."

He carries on being quiet all the way back.

Chapter 8 : Pick Up

Boyfriend is being pretty dull. He didn't get back 'til late last night and then all I could interest him in was a quick tumble before he was snoring like the pig he's getting to be. I spend all day hanging around the place; at least he could manage to show a little interest when he turns up.

Still on the bright side, I managed to persuade Jack to take me on a pick up.

It's always seemed like it should be pretty exciting. Jack's always going on about, "Boy you should have heard her squeal when we grabbed her" and "Wow, couldn't she grunt even with her mouth stuffed full like it was." Boyfriend had been pretty lukewarm about the idea when I mentioned it. "Could be risky," he'd said. "Don't think the snatch squad would be keen. They like to do their own thing."

In the end he agreed I could go if I could persuade one of them to take me. Then it was just down to watching out for when Jack was rostered on a pick up. When I saw he was on the job sheet I put on my best pretty-please look and eventually he gave in. He says it shouldn't be too risky. There's three of his team picking up five girls holidaying together down on the Keys. They're all in one villa. In and out by boat. Simple enough to let me go along.

Jack took me down to get me kitted out for the pick up today. The regular black fatigues that they usually wear didn't do it for me so I've had them fixed up a bit. One of the girls from downstairs is quite handy with a needle and thread. When I showed up at the boat, there was a low whistle from Jack's pals that told me I'd got it right. Teaming the outfit with a pair of combat boots helped. So did leaving the front zip down a bit, I guess. Jack took a long look at the cleavage that revealed. Then he gave me one of the kit bags – rope, tape rolls, cable ties, that sort of thing – to look after.

The seaplane drops us off with the inflatable just off the Key and we cruise in just before dawn. We're off the beach and into the crawl space under the villa's sun deck before first light. From there we work around to the side of the house, break into the cellar and sit down to wait for our moment.

The idea is to pick them off one or two at a time, get all five secured by the end of the day and then take them out in the inflatable after sunset. We stay put in the cellar, hearing movements above us as they get breakfast. I watch through the cellar light as the first two go out, I could just see their bare legs and the beach bag they were carrying and heard the others calling out for them to have a good swim. Then two others leave – heading out to their car, off for some shopping, we guess. That leaves one in the house and Jack gives us the signal to get ready.

I pull my ski-mask on. Jack checks me over, nodded his approval and then pulls the zip up on my fatigues. I smile under the mask and he grins back. We can hear the one girl that's left moving about in the house above us. Two guys go up the steps to the cellar door. We follow them. They go to the back of the house; us towards the front. That way if they miss her and she runs, we get to trap her before she gets to the front door.

As it turns out we didn't need to. The other two guys get her under control without any trouble. They get rope around her wrists. I'd have thought they'd go at it quickly but this guy takes his time. He's making sure the ropes lie neatly around her wrists, that the knots are neat, that the cinching turns are tightened just so. Pretty fussy I think.

The bigger of the two drags her through the house, his hand clamped over her mouth so all she's getting out is the occasional muffled squeak. She's kicking back at his legs but he isn't taking any notice. He wrestles her upstairs and into one of the bedrooms. She's panicking now, thinks she's going to be raped I guess. We follow him. He throws her onto the bed and she's winded. Jack joins in with a wad of cloth to push into her mouth while our other friend gets some more ropes around her knees and ankles, just as neat, just as precise. Pretty soon she's helpless and quiet. None of us have said a word. Jack gives a thumbs up sign and then puts a finger to his lips. We listen. Two of the other girls are coming back. Jack grabs our first captive to keep her quiet. He's got a knife out, pressed gains the side of her throat. She gets the idea pretty quickly and settles down.

It's the two getting back from the beach and their swim. I see them - one in a blue bikini, one in a green one-piece - walking up the path. The one in green has red hair. She's drying it off with a yellow towel. The one in blue is swinging a beach bag. I can see why the team were keen to grab them they all seem to have that cute, girl next door, look that gets such a good price. I duck back down as they get close to the house. "Kerry. Kerry!" One of them is calling out.

She doesn't get to say anything else. Neither does her friend.

It is just such an adrenalin rush. By the time we'd got those two trussed up as well I was feeling really hot. Jack said for me to keep an eye on them - we'd put them in one of the bedrooms while we waited for the other two to arrive. I wasn't keen for Jack to leave me, not because I was worried or anything, I was just so keen for sex, there and then. He wagged his finger at the suggestion and went back down stair.

I was feeling sulky at being abandoned. The first girl we'd snatched was sitting on the floor. The two others, lying on the bed, hog-tied – their ankles dragged up behind them to meet their wrists and their elbows pulled together with ropes. They're still just in their swimsuits. The girl on the floor is scowling up at me. The other two aren't; they've been made ready for transport which means they've got blindfolds – cloth pads over the eyes and plenty of tape to keep them in place – as well as heavy duty tape gags over well stuffed mouths. All they are doing is to roll from side to side occasionally as well as groaning quietly.

Like I said, the one on the floor is scowling at me. She's been tied up with her hands behind her and ropes around her chest, her knees and ankles. There's a rope a round her waist that's tied to her wrists and stopping her wriggling her hands around. She shuffling around and trying to free herself. Suddenly I see why they took such a trouble to get the ropes laid down so neatly and tie the knots so cleanly – it's going to be obvious if she loosens things off at all. I go over and push the gun against her side and tell her to relax, that she isn't going anywhere, yet. She looks angry more than scared. I check her gag. The boys had shut her up by stuffing her mouth with a cloth and then tying a strip torn from her shirt across her mouth. They pushed enough cloth into her mouth so she hadn't been able to wad it down at all. She wasn't having any success in loosening it.

The two on the bed don't know I'm here. One of them – the girl in the blue bikini – wriggles her head around as if she's trying to listen. Then she butts her head against her friend in the green one piece. She's grunting through her gag, trying to attract her friend's attention. She runs her head down alongside her friend's arms towards her hands. Its really hard work, the way the boys have her hog-tied. There's a lot of grunting, groaning and squealing but eventually she gets there. She nudges her head against her friend's hands. "Try and pick the tape off," I imagine her thinking. Her friend's got the idea. She's trying to claw at the tape with her fingers. The girl in blue gets a few scratches from finger nails that are too long for this but then the girl in green's fingers finds a loose bit of tape. I'm watching all the time, the two girls on the bed don't know I'm there, the one on the floor is grunting, trying to warn them but they just think she's encouraging them. The one in green rolls over, pulling the strip of tape from her friends mouth. Pretty soon she's coughing and spluttering, trying to push the wad of cloth out of her mouth with her tongue. It comes free. "Ahhh," she goes. "That's it, Jules, terrific. Now turn over and I'll try to free your wrists." I think it's pretty unlikely that she's going to be able to make any impact on Jack's knot work with her perfectly braced dentition but I feel its time to intervene any way.

I slide on to the bed alongside them. For the first time the girl in blue realises they're not alone. I pull her away from her friend, push my hand down over her mouth to keep her quiet, and pull the knife from my belt. Two snicks, one on either hip, and I pull her bikini bottoms off. I jam the cloth wad back in her mouth and tie the bikini across it to keep it there while I grab some more tape. I can't be bothered to untie the blue cloth gag, I just plaster the tape over the top of it. She's groaning again. Her friend in green is confused by what's going on so I let the pair of them into the secret and tell them that I'm here as their babysitter and they'd better forget about pulling any more stunts like that.

Moments later Jack comes in, sees what I've done and gives me another thumbs up before pointing to the window. I guess he means the other two are coming back and sure enough there's a slamming of car doors from outside that says they've finished their shopping trip.

There's the sound of a door opening and closing from downstairs and a girl's voice calling, "Kerry, we're back." Then there's a shout of "No!", muffled cries, a thump and a crash. One of Jack's pals turns up a minute later, pushing a girl in front him. She's got her hands up, saying "Who are you people? You can't do this to…" and then when she sees Kerry and the others, "Oh! No! No!" Jack turns up with his other pal, carrying the last girl. She's unconscious, slumped limply between them, jack carrying her shoulders, the other guy her feet. Jack puts her down on the floor dragging her wrists behind her back and tying them with rope with a speed born of practice. The other girl is pushed down on a chair and tied to it. She's begging not to be tied, begging not to be gagged. With the tape over her mouth the protest stops but from her eyes you can see she's terrified.

I'm thinking, sure you're scared. Scared of being robbed. Scared of being raped. Scared of being left here helpless. How scared would you be if you really knew what was coming? How much worse it was going to be than any of the things you've imagined so far? The training? The punishment? The ways that you're going to be used?

They've finished tying up the two newcomers. Jack's pals go back downstairs to clear up. Jack says to me, "You OK?"

I say, "You bet. Do you want to know how OK?" and I slide the zip down on my combat fatigues. Jack doesn't need another suggestion. He knows the other two are going to be busy for a bit so he's pushing me back against the wall of the bedroom, his hands all over my tits, his ski mask pushing against mine with his tongue in my mouth. I'm pushing back at him, squeezing his arse with my hands and pulling him against me. Kerry and the girl on the chair are grunting into their gags and that just urges me on. He's just humping me through his combat fatigues and mine but that's enough to bring me off, especially as I watch our captives struggling over his shoulder. Kerry and the girl on the chair are looking even more shocked and distressed than they were. I'm thinking, boy, if this upsets you, wait until you get out to the island! One of Jack's pals calls from downstairs. He says, "Shit! Sorry darling, gotta work," and backs off.

As he leaves he whispers to the girl on the chair, "She's a hot bitch, isn't she?" which just gets her even more distressed and sets her off struggling against the ropes. I give her a slap to calm her down. Maybe I'm getting into this after all. I stand and watch them struggle until its time to go. It's the most fun I've had in a while.