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.
Training Day
"OK Ladies shall we get this show on the road?" the man in the dark grey suit didn't raise his voice, but that was clearly something not required as the mumbling in the room died down immediately.
The other people in the small conference room, three men and a young woman, turned their whole attention towards the speaker. He stood at the head of the conference table with his back to the big screen showing the corporate logo of Thorpe and Associates. The crossed sabers forming a letter T superimposed over the letter A, the design was certainly extravagant considering that Thorpe and Associates was a high class antiquity and arts dealer, located in a posh part of London itself. Or at least the main offices were, this conference room was located in their warehouse in the docklands. Less posh but for warehouse space much more suitable.
"Gentlemen I appreciate you all coming here on such short notice, this is the new employee orientation. Nobody likes doing these, especially not on a Saturday morning, so the quicker we get started the quicker we are done. My name is Parker."
The way he introduced himself left very little doubt that any other address than Mr. Parker would be strongly frowned upon.
Parker continued "Let me introduce the lady in the room, this is Jenny Armstrong from our accounting department, who has graciously volunteered to help me with this mornings orientation. Let's give her a hand"
The men all politely applauded. Jenny frowned a bit as her volunteering was a fairly generous interpretation of the facts. She had confronted her Supervisor with a series of strange transactions, and was told if she could attend the new employee orientation all her questions would be answered fully.
"Let me introduce myself a bit further as well. I'm the personal assistant to the top management. Meaning while I fulfill also other functions, I run this part of the operation. In all likelihood you won't ever meet the big boss here in the warehouse. Something you ought to be quite thankful for."
The last sentence could have sounded menacing if Parker hadn't spoken in such a casual tone.
"Would you gentlemen be so kind to quickly introduce yourself? I have read your application paperwork, but there were no pictures included. You start"
He pointed to a diminutive man with very light blond hair and a narrow face.
"Sure thing Mr. Parker, the name is Lawrence Devlin" the voice was as Irish as could be.
"You are from Cork, I see."
"Born and bred Sir"
Parker pointed to the next man. He couldn't have been more different in appearance, Were Devlin was short this man was tall and powerfully built. His large muscular arms seemed to stretch the fabric of the t-shirt he wore. His dark blonde hair was getting thinner, but he also wore an impressive full beard. Also his voice betrayed his origin as a Yorkshire man
"The name is Smythe, sir"
"You put in your form only M. Smythe, what does the M stand for? "
"Morris, but nobody calls me by my first name."
"Smythe it is then." looking at the remaining man, who was a veritable giant, having a few inches on top of Parker's own 6 feet. Where Smythe was muscular, this man seemed to be a bit flabby and overweight, his dark brown bald head shone with sweat.
"That would make you Lester Tolbert?"
"Yes Mr. Parker, but everybody is calling me Curly" If Parker had expected to hear the melodic rhythm of the West Indies in Tolbert's voice he was disappointed. There wasn't even a trace of accent left.
"Of course they do." was the laconic response
"OK with this out of the way let's continue. First things first, I'm glad to tell you that all your drug tests have come back negative, see to it that it remains so. While you are working for Thorpe and Associates you may not consume anything stronger than alcohol?"
"Why is that?" Devlin inquired
"Quite simple Mr. Devlin, you are all employed as Material handlers here, you will work with very valuable cargo, and we don't want any avoidable accidents with the merchandise. As the consumption of narcotics is also against the law it would make you vulnerable to blackmail. We have no interest of any of you turning into a security risk."
"Mr. Parker, just speaking hypothetically but you really couldn't stop me from smoking some grass in my spare time. As long as I'm sober on the job, it's none of your business." Devlin responded with a rising temper.
"Mr. Devlin, if that is how you are feeling about this, you are better taking that exit door right now. We are paying above average wages and have a benefit package unlike any other company, you have ever worked for."
"Sorry Sir, I was just speaking hypothetically."
"No problem, I'm also the trouble shooter of the company, and I',m partial to 9 mm"
Everybody laughed heartily at this joke, but a close observer would have seen that the laughter didn't reach Parker's grey eyes.
"Let's get back to the business at hand. Thorpe and Associates is a wholly family owned company, with a long tradition reaching back to almost Elizabethan times. Till this day the Thorpe family is running the company. The main thing I will inform you about this morning is what we call the four A of the business."
The logo vanished and was replaced by four words
- Acquisition
- Appraisal
- Auction
- Arrangements
"Jenny would you please come over here for a moment, this is were your part begins."
"Of course Mr. Parker." Except for Parker she was the only person wearing a smart outfit, as she had decided this was work despite it being a Saturday. She had dressed in a navy blue pant suite with a crisp pale pink blouse. For shoes she had chosen her preferred flats as they didn't emphasize her tall figure any more. At 5' 7" she was a bit taller than the average woman, and she was easily half a head taller than the diminutive Devlin. The men all wore variations of the same them, blue jeans and work shirts, or t-shirts. With their feet encased in heavy work boots. She came to rest next to Parker, waiting for further instructions.
"OK Gentlemen, first step is acquisition, let me demonstrate what that means."
Without any warning he swung his balled fist into Jenny's stomach causing her to double over fighting for air.
"Grab her!" the command was given in absolute certainty that it would be followed.
And indeed the three men jumped to the occasion and took firm hold of the young woman's arm. Who as she slowly regained her breath started to struggle against their grip. But between Curly and Smythe's large frames she had no chance at all. Curly might look flabby but his grip was as firm as a steel clamp.
"Acquisition is the part of the process when we take possession of new merchandise. Mr. Devlin, if you would be so kind to check the black sports bag in the corner there, you will find some restraints. Please use them to ensure Jenny will not go anywhere. I might need to add this orientation course will also evaluate your ability to come up with the correct methods without being told. So best bring the whole bag."
Devlin did as he was told and brought back the whole bag, which he then emptied onto the conference table. The bag contained coils of rope, zip ties, silk scarves, various types of gags as well as hand cuffs and steel restraints with larger cuffs. Devlin wondered about some of the items how they might be used.
He grabbed a pair of hand cuffs and turned to the other men holding Jenny. Whom clearly had regained her breath, as she was hollering ans screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Let go of me, this isn't fun. This has gone far enough."
She had started kicking at them, but Smythe and Curly had opted to plant one booted foot each onto her feet, pinning them rather painfully to the ground. They got the hint as Devlin rattled the handcuffs, they pushed the young woman stomach first onto the conference table, all three of them had previous experience with hand cuffs being applied. Only in those cases it had been their own wrists encircles by the steel hoops. Devlin found it much more satisfying, to be the one snapping the cuffs shut, binding her arms behind her back. Deciding that the larger cuffs must be leg irons, he grabbed those and applied them around her ankles.
Jenny's screams turned into a wailing.
"Very good choices Mr. Devlin, never use something that could be worn down, steel is best, followed by zip ties, but as you can hear we are not done yet."
Devlin took the hint and grabbed on of the silk scares and put a big knot into it. An activity that shut up their victim immediately as she pressed her jaws tightly together to avoid the gag. Curly solved the issue by pinching her nose shut. As she grasped for air, the fabric went into her mouth. As Devlin tied it behind her head, she started her hollering and screaming again, which was barely muffled at all by the gag.
"As you can see Gentlemen, a cleavage gag doesn't work at all in the way you see in the movies. If there was actually somebody around to hear her, we would be in serious trouble. So forget about any romantic notions that you could gag someone with a scarf. Or at least a scarf alone. You would need to cram considerable amount of fabric into her mouth to immobilize her tongue to reduce the screaming. Another scarf works well, socks or underwear in a pinch, but that is all a lot of work, for still a fairly substandard gag."
He lifted a red rubber ball with two leather straps from the table. "This is what I would recommend. Mr. Tolbert, would you be so kind to exchange that scarf for a proper gag?"
Curly did as he was told, and after a short period of outbursts and obscenities, mainly questioning their legitimate status, Jenny was muffled for good, her was already aching from the ball wrenched between them.
Parker addressed her "Jenny, from what I understood from Mr. Perkins you were wondering about the large number of returns we accepted against a substantial restocking fee. It's quite simple we are selling two kinds of goods here, one is legitimate art objects the other is slaves. Some would call us white slavers, but that is a racist approach, a cunt is a cunt, no matter the color of the skin around it. So many years ago it was decided to sell each slave together with an art object, and then ship both together to the buyer, that way we could put the transactions into the books. We might be the only slave merchants paying taxes on those transactions. Once in a while the buyers don't like the art objects and sell them back to us and we return the sales price, minus the actual salve price, those we never take back. But as Mr. Perkins has promised you you will get the full tour of our business."
At this Jenny's eye went wide in terror.
"This brings us then straight to the next step: Appraisal. Once the merchandise is secured we need to determine it's value. While this is not entirely your job, Gentlemen, you will be typically be asked to prepare the goods. So how would you proceed?"
"I'd say she is a fucking hot, first class chick." Smythe growled. The other two hooted in agreement.
"And you are basing this on what Mr. Smythe? I have seen you feeling up a bit, but would you consider that a solid basis for evaluation?"
"Perhaps not Sir. Do you have a better method."
"The company is doing this for over 200 years, so you might assume, that we have a proper procedure for that. The first step is always the visual inspection. And while you might think that you have already done that ogling her, I disagree about that. There is no way to do this properly while she is still dressed. So you should remedy that."
The men expressed their approval and Curly held the struggling woman upright while Smythe and Devlin tried to get rid of her jacket, but ended at her cuffed wrists.
"There is no reason to assume that, she will need these clothes ever again, so get rid of them, there were also some first aid scissors in the bag." Parker sounded a bit exasperated.
Armed with the scissors the jacket was quickly cut of her struggling form. Devlin used his bare hands to rip her blouse open revealing a chaste white bra, the scissors made short process with it the same way as her blouse. She now stood from the waist upwards naked in front of three men, being entirely at their mercy. Even before they started cutting away her pants, the tears were free flowing. As the scissors made short process with her matching panties those tears had become an incessant stream, ruining the little make up she was wearing.
While the men would have been happy with their handy work, Parker directed them to get rid of shoes and socks as well. She watched as they gathered all her clothes and dumped them in a trash bag.
"Remember there is nothing that can be kept of somebody processed, with the exception of cash. No credit cards, no phones no jewelry. All of that could be traced, so we put it in a big incinerator and be done with it. So take off all of her jewelry as well."
She wasn't wearing much, but they slipped of a ring from her finger and her heart broke as her grandmother's pearl earrings went into the trash bag.
"So our Mr. Smythe thought on his initial appraisal Jenny was first class, do you stay by that assessment Mr Smythe, now that you can see more."
"I'm not so sure any longer, those boobs looked bigger under her clothes and she doesn't have much hips. So I don't know what to say."
"That's not a problem, this is exactly why we do these orientations. Smythe would you please step on that and hold her a bit more upright, so that Mr. Tolbert can do a thorough appraisal and Mr. Devlin will film the pertinent parts."
Curly looked like a deer in the headlights, and with that expression he almost mirrored Jenny's.
"No reason to panic Mr. Tolbert, I'll talk you through this. grab a notepad and we can start."
When Curly had done so and Devlin got the camera rolling, Parker continued. "The successful appraisal of merchandise is as simple as ABC. A stands for age and appearance, as Jenny was considerate enough to bring her purse you can get most of the pertinent facts from her ID. Such as Age and height, weight we might have to ask her later, or put her on a scale. How would you describe her hair and eyes?"
"Hair is brownish and pretty long, the eyes are green" Curly replied while jotting those things down. As well as the info from the ID making Jenny 25 years old, and 5' 6", born in Aberdeen.
"If you'd made that hair chestnut brown and shoulder length, I would agree even more. She doesn't look overweight or anorexic so we might skip the weight for the moment. Next B stands for boobs and butt."
Curly's face brightened in anticipation. "Pretty but small tits, an easy handful." he proved this by cupping them "Quite firm to the touch, with small pink nipples. I assume you would like the size a bit more precisely Mr. Parker, We can always get it from that bra we trashed."
As Parker was only nodding Curly went through the trash bag until he found the discarded garment. And proud as a successful treasure hunter he proclaimed "31A, shit I thought they were at least more than A cups."
As he didn't get any further prodding from Parker he continued to grab Jenny's ass. "Oh the sweetie has a nice and firm butt, it's not a lot, but it sure feels nicely in the hand. Good thing Smythe is standing on that leg chain, the way she is thrashing around one would think she is trying to hurt me."
"Very good Mr. Tolbert, now turn her around and spread those cheeks, so that Mr. Devlin gets a better shot of her asshole."
Curly grabbed both cheeks and roughly pulled them apart, revealing the tight looking opening. "I'd say she didn't see much action here."
"Well let's ask her. Jenny did you ever engage in anal intercourse, or have used anal toys before? Just nod or shake your head."
Parker thought he could read the answer in the shocked widening of the eyes, but she refused to respond to his inquiry.
"Let's put this on the safe side and put down, anal intercourse multiple partners." Which lead to a renewed struggle from her side.
"this leads us C which of course stands for cunt in this context. Mr. Tolbert you seem to have a knack for this just give it a shot. It might be easier if you have her down on the table for this. It will provide better video coverage."
Despite Jenny's continued attempts of resistance, the men had her flat on her back in no time. The chain between her legs allowed for some access but not a real wide spreading until they figured out that if they placed her feet close to her butt, they could spread the knees to the side giving full access.
Curly described his findings as "the pussy is quite hairy, same brown hair as on her head. she has a real nice fleshy mound, and fat pink lips, albeit barely visible under all that fuzz."
"Go on, we still need the prize question answered, has anybody entered that nice place? Virgins bring insane amounts of money."
Curly grinned delighted, and started to worm his dark index finger into Jenny's dry pussy.
"She is very dry and very tight, but if the hymen isn't somewhere in her stomach, then she has entertained visitors here before."
Jenny's face was crimson with humiliation and the pain of being penetrated so callously by this black man's finger."
"Very good Mr Tolbert. As you are already inside her can you spread the lips, so that Mr Devlin get a good look inside, and gets a shot of the clit?"
Curly was only to happy to comply adding a second finger and really spreading her open this time.
"Very good now let's quickly get her measurements and we can get her ready for auction.
Devlin was tasked with taking those with a provided tape measure, and after a short time, they had her pinned down as 31-23-25.
"That will do fine" Parker said "The final appraisal will be done by the auction team, but all of this is good material. Please hand me that camera Mr. Devlin. I'll need to step outside for a while, but you are more than welcome to make use of the good ladies charms. If she was virgin, her cunt would have been forbidden to you, but as she is not the only thing you may not do to her is anything causing lasting damage, so enjoy yourself."
With that he left the conference room. And the remaining three men approached their bound captive.
Parker walked away to a door not far away from the conference room. He unlocked it with his key card and walked right in. The interior was cluttered with screens and computer equipment, reminding him occasionally of a miniature stock exchange. But then that's what this was after all, a market place. He handed the camera to one of the two men present.
"Get her ready for auction as quickly as possible, how long will you need?"
"To get the profile up and running perhaps, 30 minutes, 20 if I don't need to re-render to much of the video feed, that Irishman seemed to be a bit jumpy." he said pointing to a screen showing the proceedings in the conference room.
"Yup he sure is. Any bets who is first going to screw up the courage to take her?"
"I'll bet five quid on Curly."
"I hold that, I'm pretty sure Smythe is going to poke her first" Parker replied. He didn't feel Curly being the aggressively dominant type.
"What about you Wilkes, any Money you want to part with?"
"No Mr. Parker, your nose is to good on those topics, and I'm sure you are not going to bet against me that at least one is going to make sure she has that anal experience you had Tolbert noting down."
"If I leave them be for long enough, more than one of them." said Parker.
Meanwhile in the conference room the men were deciding what to do.
"Do you think he was serious when he said we could take her?" Devlin asked
"Believe me that Parker is one humorless SOB, I don't think he has ever said anything he didn't mean." Smythe replied "And I'm going to have some fun with that little dove here for sure. Who else wants to join, because we will need to come up with some kind of order. Pretty sure if we try to get three dicks into that pussy at once, that will constitute lasting damage."
"I don't you fellows well enough to go for that kinky shit anyhow." Curly responded "after all the good god made all females well suited to help out three guys at once, if you get my drift."
"Are you out of your fucking mind, do you really want to put your dick into her mouth? She is going to bite it off and chew it up." Devlin replied.
Smythe held up a weird metal contraption "Devlin you stupid prick, have you never seen a ring or spider gag before? with this in her mouth she isn't going to bite anything."
"Looks like we have a plan, I would suggest we go for a rotation on her, so that the person having taken her ass isn't going for her pussy next, that's just unhygienic and will lead to infections." Curly threw in.
"Ass to mouth it is" Smythe agreed.
"I don't like sloppy seconds, so no cumming inside her, except her mouth." Devlin stipulated
"Agreed"
"I agree as well. So who goes where?" Curly said
"Lets flip coins, with three we ought to get one of coin, that person wins her pussy, the others flip again. Head and tails should be then quite obvious as a result." Smythe proposed.
They all agreed and flipped their coins, and Devlin won. Curly flipped for Smythe and the result was heads.
They proceeded to exchange the gag for the more useful spider gag before stripping down. Curly got on the floor while the other men lowered Jenny on top of him. All her struggling was worth nothing, as he spread her ass cheeks the second time this day and placed his erection against her opening. At this point the other let her jsut drop, and gravity alone force about an inch of Curly's erection into her rectum.
As Jenny's wailing cries began to subside, she heard Curly say "Let's keep it like this for a moment, this tight bitch isn't yet used to somebody like me in her back door. I'm sure Devlin will hammer her down a bit more."
And he did the little Irishman placed her ankles onto his shoulders and leaned forward, exposing her pussy to his attack. He didn't much care for her well being as he pushed into her with all he could. Her cries of pain, from the new intrusion into her body were suddenly muffled. as Smythe entered her mouth.
Jenny couldn't say what was worse the burning pain in her rectum, as she was literally hammered further down onto Curlys cock. The savage onslaught on her sex, or the dick blocking almost all of her air supply. At this moment she only wished she would die.
She didn't and one after the other of the men came on her body or in Smyhte's case shot a hot load of semen down her throat. As he withdrew she started to retch.
He bent down and spoke quietly into her ear "Don't worry honey, in a few moments you will wish that I'm back there, as this was the last cock that didn't taste like your shit for today."
Smythe and Devlin rested from their first exhaustion, but Curly didn't feel like that. He entered his deflated member into her mouth and told her to clean it up. she refused to cooperate, but as before closing her nose, did make her reconsider. The taste was vile, after all she knew exactly where this cock had been only a short time ago, but she had no choice in this. She felt as his erection grew again under her oral ministrations, and it turned out to be larger than Smythes. Fully erect it wasn't just filling her mouth but actually entered her throat as well. This made her gag again. When it was his turn to cum, the big man didn't just shoot down his load down her throat, no he withdrew just enough to cum right on her tongue, making her taste his foul seed.
They continued in their agreed rotation, so that when Parker returned Smythe was fulfilling the statement of the assessment of being the third man ever in her ass. At that point Jenny had half passed out from strain of being used and abused.
"Ok boys finish up with her, we are ready for the next step the auction. Or we will be after you cleaned up this mess."
The men got dressed again and Parker tossed a small key to Devlin.
"Get her up and follow me Gentlemen"
Curly and Smythe picked up Jenny's unconscious form by the arms and held her between them as the men all filed out of the conference room, down a corridor into a small room with rad brick walls.
The floor was bare concrete and had a grate covered drain in the center. Bare did describe the room overall rather well. with exception of a small, hip high black lacquered table, there wasn't a single piece of furniture in the room. The contents seemed to be limited to three metal stands bearing big studio lamps, roughly oriented to the center of the room. A tripod with a camera completed the setup. Or almost completed it, as there was a length of chain with two steel manacles was hanging form the ceiling, right in the middle of the room.
"Fix her to those." Parker pointed to the chain.
Devlin got busy with the hand cuffs and unlocked them, then with help of the other two men, her hands got locked up over her head, giving her body a taunt look, as her toes just barely reached the floor.
"Can we lower this chain a bit that her feet will each the floor?" Devlin asked, with a trace of concern in his voice.
"No need for that, as she is so tall, she has actually more support than most in this room. Now grab that hose and those sponges over there and clean her up. We can't have her being a mess like this."
"Sir, if you don't mind the question, why did you let us have the time with her if you are worried about the mess?" Smythe asked
"I could hardly allow you time with her after the auction, because than she is owned by somebody else. Also there are always cunts that need to be a bit house broken. She will look better with her labia properly engorged. Now get moving."
Jenny woke out of her stupor as the first blast of ice cold water hit her body, right above her buttocks. The shock of this was quickly displaced by the aching pains in her shoulders. Her whole weight seemed to be supported by her arms, she struggled and found she could reach the ground, albeit just on her toes, taking weight of her shoulders. Not that being on tiptoes was better, but if anything had come out of her childhood crush of ballet was the training of holding such a pose. On the downside, there was no way of avoiding the cold water directed at her. A stream that was moving up and down and she saw the man holding the hose moving into her field of view. His target now became the space between her breasts. Splattering there in all directions. Due to still wearing the gag forcing her mouth open she swallowed quite a bit, and started coughing.
"Tolbert take out that gag, we can't have her drowning." The voice was unmistakably Parkers.
As the horrible thing came out of her mouth Jenny almost felt gratitude towards the man, but it was short lived. The men started scrubbing down her wet body, focusing again on her breasts and between her legs. There was no reason to feel so mortified by it, as those men had spent considerable time pawing all those regions and making use of her body. Still being washed this way while hanging from the ceiling like a slab of meat felt humiliating.
"I think that will do for the scrubbing. Devlin would you please aim that water towards her chest for a bit. Let's see if we can't get those nips not a bit more prominent."
And as the cold and nature did its work, Jenny hated them with a passion, hated them for making her own body work against her.
The door opened and another man with a small case entered. "Mr Parker, the appraisers send this to go with the auction. It aught to justify the expected result."
"What is it?"
"Mayan stone idol, ought to be good for up to 50000 Pounds."
"Thank you Chesterfield, put it on the table. The others get the lights on and then get out of the room, no reason to broadcast your faces as well."
Parker checked the scene through the viewfinder of the camera, making sure the pictures showed both the strung up woman and the idol. He then followed is own advice and left the room, leaving the naked strung up woman alone in the cell.
Outside he turned to the remaining men "care to see the rest of this?". As they nodded he directed them to the next door. which lead to the electronic control room he had visited before. There the men saw on multiple screens some kind of interface. The center was taken by the live feed.of Jenny's body as she was struggling in her bond. Some other buttons allowed the viewer to pull up pictures, showing Jenny's body in more detail. The technicians had captured those from the video the men had made earlier. So if somebody was interested on how her most intimate places looked up real close, the answer was just a mouse click away. Similarly with her personal details and bio.
"How many bidders are in the room?" Parker asked
"About 29, Sir"
"Please send a message to everybody in Europe and apologize, to them but this one has to go a bit further abroad."
"Geolock implemented, sir, We are now down to 17." was the response after some more typing.
"Where from? Or better put it on the map."
Another screen sprang to live being showing red markers in Asia, the Middle East, Australia and South America. If somebody had bothered counting, he would have found their number to be 17.
"Then let's get this show on the road. The starting bid is going to be 7500 Pounds."
That number suddenly appeared on the screen in big golden numbers.
But it also began rapidly to climb, after the first 5 minutes of bidding the number had increased to already 29000 Pounds, with the individual bid being displayed also on the map with the marker representing the bidder."
More or less everyone had added to the number, but it was apparent that the taste for small breasted brunettes wasn't as big on the Arabian Peninsula as it was in the other regions of the earth, especially Asia and Australia, closely followed by the few bidder in Brazil.
"No surprise here, the Arabs like them blond and with more meat." the technician commented.
"Sir, we have here a question from one of our Chinese bidders."
"What do they want to know?"
"If this woman is by any chance related to a Robert Armstrong formerly of the Hong Kong Police?"
"And is she?"
"I can't say, it wasn't in her bio."
"Then you better ask her directly, don't you think?" Parker directed.
The technician spoke into a microphone and Penny heard in her cell the electronically distorted question.
They could see a glimmer of hope coming to her eyes, as she straightened up and replied. "That is my Grandfather Detective Chief Superintendent Sir Robert Armstrong of the Kowloon CID. You better let me go, or he is going to move heaven and hell to find me."
"Did you broadcast the answer?" if Parker was concerned by the prospect he didn't show it.
As if in answer the bid form a Chinese customer suddenly jumped to 35000. From that point on the number of bidders reduced sharply, especially as the bidder with the code HK_888 continued to answer each counter offer with drastic increases.
Numbers went to 40000, 45000 and finally 57000 pounds before the final contender out of Australia conceded. The page announced a five minute waiting period, for any last bids, but as that time elapsed the screen froze on Jenny's face and the word "SOLD" was stamped on the still frame.
"57000 Pounds, even a bit better than the appraisal. Good job everybody. Get the shipping details and we can wrap this."
Parker turned to his trainees again "Ok Gentlemen, this warps up the Auction part. Mr Carmichael here is now getting the specifics how the customer wants his new artifact shipped to him. That is the final A in our training section the Arrangement."
"Mr Parker, what kind do those arrangements entail."
"The list is quite long, it starts with modifications to the sold goods. Some customers prefer their slaves en natural, some like the pubes removed, some others want to whole cunt shaved."
"How would the last two differ?" Tolbert asked
"If i should take a wild guess, removing every single hair from her body." Devlin announced slyly
"Yes, that would be the case Mr. Devlin. Again others want hair died, or piercing applied. All the little things you can easily do. Off course there are also the more annoying wishes that would require plastic surgery, those we try to avoid, as it keeps the merchandise longer on our hands and increases the risk. There are various forms of preparation that some customers require, to protect their property from abuse. Like a chastity belt, we once had a customer insisting on belt and metal bra, to protect his investment. Nobody saw anything of it as the lady in question was traveling in a Hijab to her future live."
"how is transportation usually happening." Smythe asked.
"most of the time, via plane, there is an rarely used airstrip near RAF Northholt, that can accommodate most business jets quite handily. The slaves travelling from there are the lucky ones, as they are typically allowed to be transported as humans. The less lucky ones end up in crates, to be transported either via Cargo plane or ship."
The man that Parker had called Carmichael, handed Parker a printout.
Parker read it and grimaced. "Mr Carmichael, please make a note that if this idol is returned to us it will need to be handled carefully."
He handed the list to Smythe and told him to get along with this. The necessary tools and equipment could be taken from a cabinet on the corridor.
Smythe nodded and left with the other two. They found the cabinet and equipped themselves with the necessary tools like a straight razor and a can of shaving cream. Jenny turned into a frenzy as she saw them return with the wicked looking blade.
"Time for some defoliation Jenny" Smythe announced "Boys grab her legs and hold her."
He then applied a generous dollop of shaving creme on her mound and began scrapping away with the razor. Clearly enjoying his task, he whistled while concentrating on not nicking her delicate skin. Further mortification befell her as he grabbed her outer labia one after the other and pulled them out, to ensure the entire removal of her dark curls. When he was done, he stood up and flicked the remaining shaving cream of the blade and onto the ground. Raising the blade to her eyes he said "And now for your head."
Penny's eyes went wide, as she processed what he just had said. Those sadists were going to cut her hair off.
A wide smile split Smyhte's face "Naa, don't worry lass, I'm just fucking with you. Your new owner wants your hair in pig tails, not cut off."
The change in hair do was done quickly, and Jenny looked younger than ever for it.
"So who has the best handwriting here? Because I don't want to try those chicken scratches myself."
Devlin volunteered and uncapped a magic marker, with which he painstakingly copied the three Chinese characters they had been given onto Jenny's freshly denuded mons.
"Any idea what this means?" he asked
"Most likely insert cock here, or some other useful hints for the new toy."
The men loughed and Jenny hang resigned.
Curly stepped over to the table holding the mayan idol. It was made of carved stone, about four inches long and on average 1 inch thick, but widening towards the bottom. He showed it to Jenny "Any idea what this is?"
"Looks mayan, but why don't you take it and shove it up your ass." Jenny spat at him.
"You are one smart cookie Jenny, you got almost everything right, with one exception, it's not my ass this is going up to."
Again they grabbed her, as she struggled, they forced her cheeks apart and turned a piece of history into a 57000 quid but plug. As per the instructions of the buyer it was to be inserted as quickly as possible and not to be removed, so they decided to duct tape it in place just for good measure. But jenny didn't notice this as she had passed out from pain again.
"How are they going to bring her out of the country?" Curly asked.
"It says by plane, picking her up tomorrow afternoon. You know what it means that they didn't make us putting her into chastity, don't you?" Smythe replied
"I'd say she is going to be inducted to the mile high club." Devlin said.
"Sure thing." Curly agreed "I would think she is going to accumulate frequent flyer miles in it as well."
As they were told to leave her in the cell, for the night the three men left with the satisfied feeling of a job well done. This was definitely the best job any of them had ever held.
In another part of the complex Parker knocked politely at an office door before entering.
The room was a tastefully decorated office, occupied by a very pretty blonde woman wearing a conservative cut white blouse and a navy skirt. She didn't take notice of his entrance as she was looking at screen at the wall, showing the men putting the finishing touches to Jenny.
"Would you like to bring you something else Lady Penelope, some more tea, biscuits or some dry panties?"
The young woman, turned towards him unashamedly pulling her hand from under her skirt. "What makes you think i was wearing any in the first place Parker?"
"I would wish you would stop trying to embarrass me Milady, you have a snowball's chance in hell for achieving that."
"One has to at least try." she conceded.
"Are you satisfied with today's results."
"Who is now trying to be sneaky Parker? But yes, I think this was entirely satisfying, we get rid of an overly nosy employee, get the new material handler trained and made a healthy profit." She looked at her fingers glistening with moisture "Yes you could say I'm well satisfied."
Parker handed her a tissue, which she accepted and dried of her fingers.
"So what's with the graffiti on her? Did you check what it means."
"I had it translated, apparently it means Granddaughter of the big heap of dung. But that is a pretty literal translation. From what i heard the Chinese had a variety of colorful nicknames they used on Europeans. It was a Honk Kong triad that began bidding so aggressively after they had established her pedigree. I assume Sir Robert had made a lasting impression in his time there."
"I would think so, I have met him once. Grandmother introduced me to him on one of her Parties. But he is rather old, so any enemies he has made are on their way to the grave too."
"The Chinese have a long memory, I'm sure if there are scores to settle they will find a way. Do you think your grandmother will object to the business, taking the granddaughter of a fellow peer and a policeman on top."
"You said it yourself, a cunt is a cunt, we don't discriminate based on origin. Grandmother never argues with solid business decisions."
"Do you never fear you could, fall into the hands of the T&A, after all pretty much nobody on this side of the trade knows you by face? Before anybody would know you could be in Marrakesh sucking camel drivers cock in a brothel."
"I feel quite secure that that isn't going to happen, number one they would need to get past you, and I have a lot of confidence in your protective skill."
"Very comforting, so I would not need to worry about it because I would be presumably dead. And the second reason you mentioned?"
She smiled very warmly "I'm vain enough to believe that this body would bring so much money at auction, that the camel drivers would have to wait a bit longer before the principle client would be bored with me. And now get the car, all this watching made me really horny I need something a bit more substantial in me than those fingers. Any volunteers?"
"Will you ever give up?"
"Never!"
the End.
