Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
This is my contribution to the December Cunt Auction
A Neat Operation
The supervisor blew sharply into the whistle, and observed the truck to back into the loading dock. 2 guards with automatic rifles took their place on the mezzanine. As the truck cam to a stop two more of his man wearing blue overalls, and heavy boots stepped briskly towards the canvas closing of the back, throwing it open. They raised the 2 foot long metal staffs with their prongs at the end and stepped swiftly inside, beginning to move the merchandise out.
One by one the women inside got dragged to their feet, grabbing them by their hair or any other convenient hand hold and pushed out side. Some of them needed to experience the convincing power of the cattle prods carried by the men.
By the time the truck was empty, there were 18 young women standing on the fenced in loading dock, wailing, crying, looking around in desperation and fear. The supervisor approved of the general appearance of this lot. The new acquisition scheme seemed to provide them with a very specific age group. In the long distant past they had offered modeling or singing careers to lure in young and pretty women. But like single abductions that didn’t allow for any sizable numbers. At the borders it was easier to scoop up women, disguising themselves as border patrols arresting illegal immigrants. But they had come up with a new plan. Arranging bus tours for concerts of popular musical acts, they found that they could attract very specific mixes in sexes and ages based on the concert advertised. There where some acts young women flocked to, while no men would get caught dead to be seen there. which was lucky for them, because those whole busses got hijacked by their organization, and very few men getting caught had qualities worth as merchandise. So poor taste in music would cause their demise.
Returning his thoughts to the present the Jefferson, the supervisor looked at the facility at his disposal. This was an old abandoned slaughter house and meat processing facility. He fully appreciated the irony and suitability of the location for holding the December Cunt Auction. The current area was known as the funnel, meant to heard cattle towards the further processing. And tody it still was, he pumped his arm with a closed fist up and down to indicate that they should speed things up. Driving the women ahead like the chattel the thought them to be, using the shock sticks very liberally on rumps, legs and asses. As the electricity wasn’t causing any marks to be left on the merchandise. Driving the women mercilessly towards the narrow part of the funnel, where they could only arrive in single file. Ending in a small pen occupied by two more members of his team.
One would grab the closest woman and pull her inside the pen. As he had put his largest men into that place, no amount of struggling would be of any use to them. The other man would then use electric scissors to make very short work with the clothing they wore. In some cases for the fun of it ripping open blouses first, but ripping clothes was hard work, much easier to use the power tools. The ruined clothes were immediately discarded into a metal drum with a small fire burning in it. The supervisor had done this job earlier in his career, and still found it fascinating, as with every layer of clothes removed the despair grew in the women. Once their tits and cunts were on display most were reduced to a crying mess. Admittedly in almost every batch there were a few defiant ones, comfortable with their own nakedness, and not that easily cowed. Those spirited women would be marked accordingly, being of usually especially good value, as buyers loved to break them. Once stripped of all clothes, the women were similarly stripped of all jewelry, dropping it unceremoniously in to a pail. If there was an older crowd in the pen, removal of wedding and engagement rings usually caused more hysterics.
This all moved along in machine like precision and efficiency. The supervisor moved along to the next station. Where a raven haired woman with big breasts was forced to place her neck into a wooden stock closing it tightly. This was had been his favorite job, prep and evaluation. steel manacles would be closed around her wrists and joined with a little chain behind her head. There was a science on how to do this, no working step wasted. As required by procedure the man next grabbed the woman by the tits, lifted them and squeezed letting them drop. Announcing to a note taker “Firm, natural tits” Using a measuring tape efficiently “ Tits 36 inches, waist 28”. Going down on his knee behind her fixing leg irons to her ankles. Commenting “Hairy unshaven cunt. dry and tight” Assessing the later facts by roughly inserting his index finger. Her howl of pain accompanied his next finding “Ass very tight, possibly virgin.” Using a grease pencil he wrote #12801 on her ass. Making her the first offer of his company for the December Auction. The supervisor checked the rating for #12801 she was graded B, meaning of general good value but no special value to certain buyers. He looked as she was let out of the stocks and her wrist chain placed into a metal hook that ran along a trolly on the ceiling. Previously used to moved the carcasses along. It would be a shame to ignore such a nice bonus. The supervisor thought she was a fine specimen indeed, hanging there stretched out, his men were well versed in what needed to be done and one of them produced electric clippers and shore of the big dark triangle between her legs, making her look 10 years younger.
12802 a blonde with small tits and bald cunt followed, he marked her as possibly fake and had her graded as B as well. True blondes still fetched excellent prices in Asia and Arab countries.
12803 long red hair, perky firm tits and a minute landing strip showing that she was a true redhead indeed. She was allowed to keep it as proof of authentication. Grade A, shje would bring a high price on every market.
and so on until he was done with 12818, a woman in her late 30s, fat sagging tits, a well used cunt, but tight ass. She was wailing about not doing this to her, that she had children. She was marked Grade C, as certified breeder.
He dismissed his crew, they had done very well and all would receive a bonus for today’s work. He decided he would have a look of what else was on offer. After all the December Cunt Auction drew merchandise from all over the world. It would be good to see what the competition was offering.
He followed the line of naked women moving towards the center of the building. Other lines slowly add more naked women to the line. He looked at a gorgeous blonde with long legs, well proportioned breasts with rosy tips. A fine tuft of golden hair decorating her pubic mound. She had spirit as fire was burning in her blue eyes. He checked the number on her well shaped buttocks. It read 12702, so this was T&A merchandise. He cursed “Does that english cunt, hand select her goods to ruin everyone’s prices.” He could already see the sheiks, African potentates and Asian pervs going into a bidding frenzy over this ones charms, if they advertised her right he was looking her at a million dollar pussy. He needed to search her out in the sampling room. He also needed to keep his thoughts on this particular seller better under control, Parker was somewhat protective about his boss.
There was a almost endless string of middle American women bearing the imperious 1, Border patrol had made rich harvest apparently, but they went very much for mass. They would fill very few special collectors, but a lot of cheap brothels.
Continuing to eye the other companies offers he stepped into a white tiled room. naked women tied to metal stakes. Hands above their heads, presenting their tits and mostly freshly shorn cunts to the buyers. His own tailored charcoal gray suit making him look like a peasant between the striking appearance of the assembled crowd. Men wearing tuxedos in general, or in case of the Arab visitors, their more traditional garb. Some of them were accompanied by there wives or mistresses clad in a variety of striking evening wear. For a moment he thought what kind of a killing one could make selling of those women. But to whom, most of the affluent buyers in the flesh market were assembled in this room.
He walked past his companies presentation area. A quick glance showed him the merchandise in place. He preferred the collars being attached to the posts on mid level. Forcing all the women on in a squat position with their legs at least slightly. A table nearby offered champagne and canapes. He grabbed on of the dainty morsels, and tasted it. It was of excellent quality, and he approved, there was no point in presenting his company in anything but the best light. Still holding the tooth pick that had come with his snack he spotted on of the possible fake blondes desperately trying to keep her legs closed. He roughly ripped her legs apart and placed the tooth pick between her thighs the pointy ends pushing in the meaty parts close to the crotch. Putting her cunt fully on display.
“You drop that tooth pick, and I’ll have it wedged sideways between those lips of yours.” He didn’t speak with menace, just stating a fact and she believed him.
He sauntered away to see the other displays of goods. There were different philosophies to be seen. Some companies didn’t much care about presentation. They attached their cunts to posts and the wall, and allowed every potential buyer free access. Those were commodities to be sold in bulk and fairly cheaply. They made their money in mass not class of the goods. There were companies like his own, that strove to serve the higher priced clientele, yet still offered a good amount of merchandise. And then there were the fucking snobs like Thorpe and Associates. He was just approaching their sales area, as the stunning blonde was fixed in position. Hands high above her head, tits standing out proudly and her toes barely reaching the floor. next to her was another woman. Weirdly enough that one was presented in a fashion highly unusual for T&A. Her long red hair was tied to a braid and fixed with a length of leather to a ring in the floor, with a crate pushed under her belly, causing her to present to all the world her shaved sex and asshole. This was a common way to present goods for brothels, but rarely one of the precious T&A exhibits. But he had to admit the difference made the blonde look even more appealing. Without a further thought he grabbed a flute of champagne from a nearby tray, tasted it, found it to be excellent and stepped close to the blonde.
Without a word, he allowed his hand to come to rest on her perky breasts, before letting it run down the flat belly and between her legs. Pressing his index finger between the folds of her sex. All the time seeing the disgust and hatred in her eyes.
“Why that look, don’t you like a black man, touching your precious cunt? And believe me it is precious, when you are on the block in a few hours, the bidding isn’t going to stop until it reaches 1 Million Dollar.”
“Pound actually.” A voice said from behind.
Jefferson turned, keeping his finger lodged in the blondes pussy. He saw a broad shouldered dark haired man, with the first traces of gray in them. He was impeccably dressed in a black dinner jacket and tie. And a insufferably smug smile
“We are fairly sure we can get a million pound sterling for her. Or do you think we are to optimistic Jefferson?” Parker looked at him calmly.
Jefferson gave the female flesh in his hands one final squeeze before withdrawing it. Wiping it along her tummy. He didn’t extend his hand to offer it to Parker. There were some things that were simply not done, and exchanging a hand shake with a hand just buried in a cunt was one of them.
He tried to respond calmly, as if the sum just called wasn’t entirely presumptuous “ She is looking pretty nice. good tits, true blonde. A lot of spirit in those blue eyes and fairly nice and tight cunt. She should make top dollar. But not that much. At least not without a bidding war.”
“Hm, you think so?”
“Yes, even you bloody brits can’t drive up prices that much. Where is that posh boss of yours?”
“Around, arranging a bidding war.” Parker said flatly.
“Any chance for you letting me fuck her?” Jefferson said insolently
“If you are referring to my posh boss, the answer is no” the voice was icy “if you mean this one, not in the cunt. You can’t afford that.”
“That isn’t a flat no” Jefferson observed.
“No it’s not.”
“So what do you have in mind Parker?”
“You spoke of the spirit in her eyes, she needs to show it more. I want that hatred boiling at full power when she is on the block. She still isn’t grasping what is going on here, and she needs to learn that. Would you be interested in taking her ass?”
“Here and now?” Jefferson gasped
“Almost, I’m not the welfare office. There is a little favor I would like to ask of you.”
“Sure fire away.” To say he was eager was an understatement
“We have a second item here, and I’m not fully sure were to place her value and proper market. She falls a bit more in your price segment.”
“Who is she?” Jefferson decided to ignore the insult.
“She is a spy, and tried to infiltrate our Dublin offices. She claims her name to be Siobhan O’Leary, and we don’t know who she is working with. It’s not the British Government or she would have bargained harder for her freedom. I think she has a private Employer.”
Jefferson was very glad for his dark skin not being as prone to blanching. Parker was essentially correct the name Siobhan O’leary was fake. Her name was Keira Malone, and she was working for him.
“So what happened?”
“She was careless and stupid and got caught copying files. But even thorough interrogation didn’t provide with the name of her employer. My folks say she is a good enough fuck, to be sell able, but I don’t know at what price. It would be sort of embarrassing of not even making the minimum bid and having to take her home again.”
“With skin and hair like hers, there is always North African brothels. Might make you 500 bucks.” Jefferson offered, knowing fully well that he had to buy her back, or his reputation might take a lot of damage. Perhaps he could get her to the cheapest market at least.
“I think we can do better than that.” Parker mused. “Have a go at her”
"And the blonde?' Jefferson was confused.
“You can hardly fuck her ass without lubrication. That is going to come from the red head.”
“You mean having her suck me off.”
“No I mean her twat. But if you want her mouth, you shall have it later.”
Not wanting to reveal his true relationship with Keira, Jefferson saw that he needed to accept the deal and nodded in agreement. He stood up in front of the blonde and dropped his pants and underwear revealing a stiff and girthy cock, 8 inches in length. “Yes my love that will go up your bum shortly” he chided. Seeing her eyes getting wider. He dropped onto his knees behind Keira. Fondling her pink lips a bit before pressing his cock head against her entrance. groping her breasts, which felt very nice and soft. Her sex was red and swollen like she had already been fucked today. Likely more than once, Parker had more or less admitted that she had been raped multiple times by his employees. Well once more in the breach then. He rammed forward, an agonized scream pierced the air, as he drove home into her dry sex. He had broken in whores before, and some of those times were his fondest memories. He drove in and out of her like a jackhammer. Her labia clinging to his cock every time he pulled back, almost pulling her sex outside her body. He had to sell the idea that this woman didn’t mean anything to him other than being a hole to relieve himself into.
Keira was actually a nice girl, but she had never allowed him to touch her, so it felt very satisfying hearing her grunt under his weight. As much as it would be to hear similar sounds from the blonde bitch. At one point he felt Keira’s cunt getting slick, he had no idea if she finally got wet, or if he had caused any bleeding. All he cared about was that he was going to change one tight hole for another.
He withdrew from Keira’s ravaged sex and was a bit relieved that there was no blood on his cock. He breathed hard as he called out “get me the blonde.”
Parker’s men had taken her off the pole and place her face down over the redheads rump. causing her lily white ass to be raised into the air. He adjusted his height and ripped her cheeks apart., revealing the brown starfish of her anus. Looking very tight. Was she perhaps still a virgin there. He knew she wouldn’t be, or Parker would never give away such a commodity. Virgin holes were rare enough.
She screamed as he slowly inserted himself. Keira screamed under the additional weight and he screamed in pleasure. This would be no long drawn out rape. Her ass was far to tight for that. He could start reciting baseball statistics and still would blow his load before he was balls deep inside her. The screaming and whimpering went on, for every inch he got deeper inside her she got louder. He surprised himself by holding back until he was buried seven inches deep inside her bowels. But he came with an howl of triumph.
He withdrew and was in the process of pulling up his pants as Parker stopped him.
“You should have that cleaned up, wouldn’t want to dirty your clothes do we.”
Jefferson looked a bit confused
"I had promised you Siobhan’s mouth. No better time than the present to make use of that offer. You can also then tell me what I should expect to get for her.
They released the redhead from the ground and told her to get to work. Staying in character Jefferson told her he would knock all her teeth out if he felt one on his cock. The young woman looked with utter disgust at her employers messy and flaccid dick. She didn’t enjoy ass to mouth in general, and now she was forced to taste another woman’s ass on this cock. As she haden’t eaten in a day, the risk of throwing up was greatly reduced. Knowing fully well that her future depended on Jefferson taking care of her, she swallowed the last remnants of her dignity and began using her mouth on his cock. While he talked about her.
“She is pretty tight, and I must say surprisingly good with her mouth.” he knew that any realistic sales price would be at least 10000 Dollar, but he still tried to low ball it “I think you should be able to make five grand for her in the borthel circuit.” He laughed “those arab dicks don’t suck themselves after all.”
Once Jefferson was done with her oral ministrations, she had swallowed more than just her dignity. He got up straightened his suit and was ready to leave as he saw a short young woman in a cocktail dress coming towards them. On previous occasions she had worn her hair in long tresses to her shoulders but was now sporting a page cut.
“Are we all set Parker?” her voice was crisp British upper crust
“Yes Lady Penelope.” Parker confirmed
Jefferson nodded to her “Good evening Miss Thorpe”
“Good evening Mr Jefferson. They are going to starting the auction in 5 minutes.”
“In that case, I need to leave immediately.”
He rushed off to arrange a middle man to buy Keira for him.
“So Parker, was your hunch correct?”
“I think so, Jefferson told me she was worth 5 grand. I think 10 is reasonable. And if we use Pedro to drive up prices, I think he will pay more than that.”
“How high do you think he will go? To serve his reputation and own secrets, perhaps 12000. After that we might end up buying our own goods.”
“That would be bad for business.” she agreed.
She looked at the blonde woman. “Oh she looks magnificent with the cum running down her leg.” she touched her cheek “I have talked with some very rich men about you my dear.”
Hours later
There was only one light source in the room, the big spot light illuminating the little marble dais in the center. She stood there bathed in light, heard vitals rattled down in an impersonal voice. Age, color of the eyes, measurements. Clean bill of health. That was before numbers were being called in a frantic pace, slowing down at 500.000 dollar, after which the increases dropped to 100.000 per bid. She knew her captors had spoken about a million pound, but she was not sure if 1.270.000 US dollar did make that hurdle. But to her it was still an unheard sum of money, a sum spent on her. In a weird part of her brain she took a certain pride in that.
the end.