Bound By Ties

Chapter 3

The new man was persistent and forceful. My hands that were tied behind my back were pressured by the man pushing me onward. I tripped twice and each time was roughly picked up and ushered forward. I began to hear clapping and cheering. It got louder as I was pushed through yet another door. I heard whistling. I think people were also saying words as well but I couldn't make them out.

I felt a force of pressure on my knees and I crippled onto them. The bag was taken off of my head and I saw everyone in front of me. Men and woman were all sitting at tables with drinks. There were people with really loud drunks. This couldn't be happening.

I looked down at the ground.

"This fine young specimen is Karen, a virgin body," I turned to look where the voice had come from. There was another man standing at a podium. There was more cheering...probably at the fact that I was a virgin. "She just recently became of age...and this lovely brown hair of hers is soft to the touch. I bet if you cut it all off it would make a great whip," the man said.

"It also appears she really doesn't know anything...and even today may have experienced her very first orgasm. She would be the perfect start to a new submissive. I think we should start the bid at 1500$." I looked up scared. Maybe if I was lucky, no one would bet. But I saw white papers with black numbers raise. The first was at the far side of the room. A group of drunks proudly raised their number. On the other side a group of woman raised their hand and shouted out 2000$ the bids continued to raise. I was bawling. The bids went back and forth between drunks and woman who all saw me as candy. I wasn't a lesbian I didn't do things with woman...I didn't want to be with them and the group of drunks...they were all looking at me like candy.

"Table number 5 has the highest bid with 7500$ Does anyone else want to go any higher?"

"Please," I couldn't talk but my eyes said it all. .

"There in the front row a man with masculine features and short hair in a black suit stood and just looked at me. He looked 'sensible.' He at least seemed more dignified than the rest. My eyes locked with his. The only thing on my mind, I didn't care how sensible he looked...he would probably treat me better than what the drunk table were. "Please," I said with my eyes again, hoping this man could hear my silent plea. He was at a table by himself and one other. Another man in a black suit.

"Going once, going twice...so—"

"15,000."

I looked up. It was him. Thank God it was him...he heard my plea.

"This gentleman just bid 15,000$ would anyone like to top that."

There was chatter amongst the tables.

"Going once, going twice, sold!" I felt a sigh of relief in my stomach. But it should never have been a sigh of relief. I had been sold to someone for their pleasure. I would probably die. I would never see my parents again. I wouldn't see my friends. I wouldn't even get to go to college. I would probably be forced to have s*x every day. I never wanted to have sex... I wanted to stay a virgin for the rest of my life. You could do so many things while still a virgin.

"Mr. Wells, please come up to the stage and collect your woman." The man at the podium stood. He stood up and walked up the stairs onto the stage and stood in front of me. The man from the podium handed him the paper that had my information on it. Who was Mr. Wells handed the man at the podium a wad of cash. This guy must have been rich.

He walked over to me and took his jacket off. He reached into his pocket, came behind me and the zip tie that held my hands together were let loose. I pulled my hands to my stomach caressing he sore wrist. He draped his large jacket over me and then finally he stood in front of me. He pushed my hair back.

"You really do have beautiful hair," he said. "I would look marvelous shorter though,"

His comment was mischievous. It was almost scary.

"Now, do not make a word...I'm going to take this off. We are going to leave this place. I will take you home. But if I hear any pleads or screaming for help. I will make sure to gag you harder than what is in your mouth and I will go straight to punishing you," he said. I nodded shyly. I reached my hands though the coat arms and covered my naked self. Mr. Wells reached for my mouth and removed the tape and the ball. I could breathe through my mouth once more. He then picked me up and then carried me down the stairs and out a door into a quiet hallway.

"Miles, I want you to go to the car and I want you to get the suitcase. I want to dress her first. After you have done that, I want you to start working on cover stories for the missing Karen Oakly. I don't want anyone to know she was here or with me."

For a moment I thought I might actually have a chance at freedom. I thought that maybe this man would return me to my home.

"From now on. You are mine. You will most likely never see your friends and family ever again. You will only call me. Mr. Wells or Sir. Nothing else.

"Yes sir," I said quietly.

"Now I will take you to my home. I will sit you in a large bath. You will feel tired and then you will sleep."

I didn't reply. The thought of it felt nice though. A warm bath. Mr. Wells was warm...but a soothing bath sounded much more appropriate.

"Mr. Wells, here are the clothes." The man that Mr. Wells had sent came back with a small suit case. I was sat down on the ground.

"I will let you pick," he said. I looked at him and then back at the suit case. While covering up as much of my body with the coat as I could I crawled over to the suitcase and unzipped it. Inside the suitcase was underwear. It wasn't even particularly sexy underwear. They were cute, but everything was cotton. On top of that, I only saw sports bras, sweats and cotton t-shirts. I felt a bit happy. I scrambled to put the underwear on, scrambling through to find the sizes that would fit me. I found a sports bra and I covered my boobs to put it on when I took his jacket it off. I put on the black pair of sweats and an oversized T-shirt.

Socks!

I put the fuzzy socks on too. My feet were warm again.

"Mr. Wells... Sir... may I keep using your jacket...I'm still very cold," I said sheepishly.

He nodded. I slid his jacket back on and tried to stand up. I wobbled and was going to be unsuccessful until her grabbed hold of me. "It's all right. I will help you...today was traumatic, your body is responding. I will carry you," he said. He picked me up once more and embraced me. I felt warm being fully clothed once more.

"We are good to go out the back. The car is waiting for us. And the cost is clear to move forward."

"Thank you Miles," Mr. Wells said. "Let's go home."