A Glimpse Inside The Auction House ( M/F)

[Gagfan]

WARNING: The following story contains non-consensual scenarios and is intended for adults only. All real world bondage should ALWAYS be consensual and done in a safe way. If you ever find yourself tempted to do something non-consensual PLEASE get yourself mental help. Do not attempt to replicate any aspect of this story as the bondage is not safe. Some readers may find some elements of this story offensive, reader discretion is advised.

“Alright folks it is time for tonight’s main event, the auction you have ALL been waiting for!”

A short, balding man wearing an obnoxious acid green suit was eagerly talking to the assembled crowd. The crowd were all dressed as though they were at a ball and were all wearing masquerade masks to hide their identities. A murmur of excitement rose up from the crowd as the upcoming lot was what many of them had come for.

“Nummmmphhhh!”

Frightened but heavily muffled squeals filled the air, and soon their source became visible to the assembled crowd. A tall blonde woman was being dragged onto the stage by two burly brutes, she was frantically struggling and attempting to cry out, but efforts were utterly impotent. Her lower face was heavily wrapped in duct tape and judging by how much the poor girl’s cheeks were bulging over the gag, her captors had been rather vicious with the tightness. Her own socks had been rammed into her mouth, silencing her screams.

Her bondage was equally merciless to the gag, thin black ropes had been tightly wrapped around her. Her arms were tied behind her back with numerous winds of rope at her wrists, forearms, and above and below her elbows. Duct tape had been generously wrapped over her hands, reducing them to useless silver balls. Her tightly bound arms were pressed into her back by more ropes that were running around her stomach and above and below her small breasts.

If anything her captors had been even more merciless with her very muscular legs, ropes were lashed around her at the ankles, two places on her shins, above and below her knees, and at three places on her thick thighs. The clearly terrified woman was wearing a skin tight orange spandex suit which contrasted considerably with the black ropes that were biting into her all over.

Overall the orange outfit might be a little strange if it weren’t for the fact she was an Olympic speedskater. The poor 19 year old had been jumped by several thugs right after having completed a couple hours of intense solo training. Fatigued as she was, she was unable to offer any real resistance as the men tightly bound her. Other than pulling her skates off her she was dressed exactly as she had been seven hours ago before her life changed forever.

The murmurs of the crowd grew a little louder as their excitement grew. The men paid the woman’s protests no mind as they dragged her over to a chain hanging from the ceiling. A thick leather posture collar hung from the end of the chain, they soon tightened it around her neck and left her to try and balance on her tiptoes, even worse for the young woman there was a small shock collar attached to the posture collar. Her blue eyes frantically darted around the room as she tried to figure out what was happening to her.

“She is a real looker isn’t she? You all might recognize Hanna here if you watch the olympics, she was a member of the Dutch relay team. Our dear cutie was training so hard to qualify for the next Olympics for solo events, in fact that’s what she was doing when our associates grabbed her, hence her lovely outfit.”

The rat faced man drew closer to Hanna as he talked about her achievements. She tried to squirm as best as she could, but bound as she was too aggressive of squirming caused her to lose her balance which resulted in the thick leather collar uncomfortably pulling on her neck. He occasionally pressed a small button in his pocket to activate the shock collar, eliciting muffled cries from the blonde and excited murmurs from the audience.

“As you can all see she is in peak athletic condition, especially those legs and that ass. Can you just imagine working that muscular rear over with a flog or whip??”

The man ran his hands over the girl as he bragged about her body. She mumbled protests at the molestation, but was ignored. He squeezed her ass when he mentioned how fun it would be to whip her, causing Hanna to cry out even louder into her gag. Suddenly without warning he slapped her ass hard.

“NUUUMMMMMPHHHH”

He slapped it again, the crowd’s quiet excitement grew as they whispered amongst themselves.

“Can you just hear that? A muscular ass just sounds different than a normal one. Those of you who like working over your slaves with flogs, whips, or canes DO NOT want to miss out on this ass.”

Hanna blubbered a series of protests in her gag, her panic growing when she heard the word ‘slave’ mentioned by the slimy little man.

“Oh did they not mention that to you earlier? All these people are here to bid on you and find out who gets to take you home!”

Pummmphhh nummmmphhh!!!

The tall blonde’s struggles intensified at hearing this. Quiet chuckles could be heard from the crowd as they took enjoyment from her terror. The man now walked up and roughly grabbed her tape wrapped jaw and forced her to face the audience.

“Now obviously you can’t see it because of her gag, but I can assure you she is a true European beauty. We have copious pictures for you to look through, taken from her social media and news interviews. We also got some lovely candid shots from her home so you can see she is still a specimen of beauty even when she isn’t trying!”

Hanna’s face hurt from how tightly the man was gripping it while discussing her beauty. It was hardly the only thing hurting on the poor woman though, her tight spandex bodysuit provided no real protection from the viciously tight ropes that were squeezing her all over.

“Now then, you all will be given some time to come up and take a closer look at our fine specimen. Feel free to touch her all you like, that’s why she is gagged so we don’t have to hear her thoughts on it. And as I said we do have some binders up here with additional information if you want to look!”

The greasy man stepped back and members of the masked crowd stepped forward. Hanna pleaded in her gag for someone to show her some pity, but none was coming. The masked elites treated her more like a display than a person as her body was groped repeatedly by the crowd of strangers. They discussed amongst themselves the various terrible things they planned for her if they became her new owner.

“Mmmm I have a nice new flog I just bought that would be perfect on her, can you imagine how cute her legs would be nice and red from a good working over?”

“Oh I have a massive plug that would look good in that rear.”

“I wonder how that ass and those legs would look covered with hot candle wax.”

So on and so forth, the elites casually mentioned the various horrors they had planned for the captive. Hanna frantically cried protests, but usually got at best laughs, or at worst threats.

“Oh you’ll regret that backtalk if I win you my dear, just you wait...”

After nearly thirty minutes the crowd had begun shuffling back to their seats, apparently satisfied with the look they had gotten at Hanna. The slimy host walked back to the front of the stage once the last customer had gone back to their seat and Hanna was terrified to see what he would do next.

“Alright then now that you have met your potential slave up close, it is time for everyone’s favorite part: the drawing! Now for those of you who haven’t been to an auction with us before and don’t know, we have a fun little drawing to drum up excitement prior to the auction! We will hand out little note cards; write a bondage position and an outfit you’d like to see our little bondage slut in and we will do our best to pull it off. We find it’s good fun to force the new meat to do a little modeling for us prior to the auction.”

Nuummmmmmmphhhh!

Hanna protested in her gag which earned her a zap from the shock collar much to the delight of the audience. The poor woman could scarcely believe this was happening, it seemed like something out of a horror movie yet here she was tightly bound in front of this crowd of strangers who were quite eager to make her suffer. She was helpless to do anything though as the audience received cards and pens from some tuxedoed men. After writing their requests they were collected by the staff and put into a box which was brought up to the portly auctioneer. He took the box and began aggressively shaking it to mix up the perverts’ cards.

“Alright folks let’s see what perverted requests you all have come up with, I’m always delighted to see what positions and clothing you come up with to inflict on our unwilling models!”

The demented host reached into the box and removed a card. He looked at it and smiled evilly at Hanna who whimpered miserably into her gag.

“Alright then, our first winner is: ‘biker girl’, leather pants, leather jacket, and leather boots, oh we can definitely do that. And the bondage position is hogtie with the specific request to make it TIGHT.”

The man leaned in close to Hanna, whose blue eyes were looking at him with horror.

“Oh I certainly think we can get this little slut nice and miserable! We’ll see you in a few minutes my dear!”

Two large men approached Hanna, the collar was not removed from her neck, but the chain attaching it to the ceiling was detached. She squirmed frantically as they dragged her to the back again. Eventually they entered a room which looked like it was a massive closet full of a large assortment of clothing. The blonde was harshly thrown to the ground as the men went to gather binding supplies and clothing. They soon returned carrying a pile of ropes and the leather outfit.

“Now listen here bitch, we are going to untie you, and you are going to be a good little slut and do what you are told, or else....”

The man took a cattle prod out of his pocket and jabbed it into the bright orange of her skating outfit. Her body convulsed as the voltage hit her, sending a sharp electrical pain through her entire body.

“I’m perfectly happy to zap the shit out of you. Plus we locked the door behind us so even if you got out of arm's reach you’d be trapped here. So be smart, you have plenty of pain in your future so no reason to start early!”

Hanna frantically shook her head yes, not wanting to experience that painful jolt of electricity again. The men seemed satisfied she was going to cooperate and began untying the ropes binding her. As much rope as there was it took them several minutes, once Hanna was free she instinctively reached her hands up to her gag, one of the men quickly cut her off.

“I don’t think so, that gag isn’t going anywhere. Now strip or we will strip you ourselves... and we won’t be gentle”

Hanna’s hands were shaking as she unzipped her skin tight spandex suit and began pulling it off. As she pulled it down her body the goons began to laugh.

“Look at how red her ass is from that spanking earlier still! Now take off the underwear and bra, you won’t be needing them.”

The blonde hesitated for just a moment, at which point the goon menacingly reached for the cattle prod. Seeing little choice, Hanna removed her bra and underwear, leaving her naked and exposed to the men. Fortunately the men were in a hurry and the leather pants, jacket, and a white tshirt were tossed to her.

“Put those on, and hurry it up we’ve got to tie you up again!”

Hanna pulled the T-shirt, which was at least a size too small for her, over herself then grabbed the pants. The black leather pants were taking some effort to slide up her muscular legs, much like the shirt they were at least a size too small.

“Hurry the fuck up!”

Ummmmmphh tummmmmphhh!

One of the men was growing agitated causing Hanna to try and protest. The pants were skin tight but the leather didn’t have much give to it so it was taking time to slide them up her legs. Eventually she succeeded though and managed to get them uncomfortably buttoned around her waist. She began to put on the leather jacket and then zipped it up.

“Now put on the boots and lay down on the floor.”

Hanna slipped the leather boots on then hesitantly lowered herself to the floor. She was not looking forward to her reprieve from tight bondage ending.

“God those pants really show off that ass, her new owner is very lucky!”

The men laughed as they each grabbed a length of white rope and got to work. One of the goons worked on her legs while the other worked on her arms. The man working on her arms forced her hands up between her shoulder blades, causing poor Hanna to grunt with discomfort. He lashed rope very tightly around her wrists, making thirteen passes before cinching off the rope snugly. He then added ropes connecting her biceps to her forearms, ensuring her arms would remain contorted into the uncomfortable position.

As the one brute was working on her arms, his partner had added ropes at her ankles, calves, above and below her knees, and at three places on her thick thighs. He was showing no mercy on the tightness, causing the ropes to compress into her leather hugged legs slightly. Hanna was weakly grunting into her gag as this new position was quickly becoming even more agonizing than what she had been suffering through earlier. Unfortunately for her it was still going to get much worse.

“Alright, sit the bitch up so we can get a nice harness around those tits. They are perky, but not the biggest, so we’ll give them a little presentation help.”

Hanna was forced to sit up and immediately one of the thugs began wrapping a length of rope above and below her breasts. After he had made twelve passes he began going between her breasts and over her shoulders. The tight ropes compressed the jacket, making her breasts more distinct. All in all it was a rather charming effect Hanna might have appreciated if she wasn’t terrified out of her mind. Without warning she was pushed down so that she was laying face first towards the ground.

“Ok you get the legs, I’ll get the body”

Any confusion Hanna may have had over what the goon was talking about was quickly resolved as one of them grabbed her torso and forced her to begin bending backwards while the other grabbed her ankles and began pulling her legs backwards. They kept pushing her until her body was practically contorted into a C shape. They then took a length of rope and ran it from her ankles to her wrists, leaving absolutely no slack to the rope, keeping her in the absolutely agonizing position.

Nummmmmphhhh!!! Ppmmmmmmphhhh!!

She groaned and pleaded into her gag, beads of sweat began forming in her forehead from the strain of the brutalizing hogtie. The men ignored her frantic and pained cries as one of them went and grabbed a small cart with a flat top which he pushed over next to the captive blonde. They picked Hanna up and set her stomach down on the cart and then ran a few leather straps around her and the cart to keep her from rolling off of it. Soon she was being pushed back towards the doorway to the stage.

“My oh my they really did a number on her didn’t they folks? Look at sweat on her forehead, look at the misery in her eyes! You can tell she is in agony and if you win you can make her have this face ALL the time!”

The twisted auctioneer was excitedly up selling her pain to the audience. Excited murmuring from the masked crowd showed they appreciated the poor girl’s new vicious positioning. Hanna continued to weakly grunt into her gag, scarcely believing that they had managed to tie her in such a way that she actually missed her uncomfortable bondage from earlier.

“Ok folks you all have ten minutes to come and look at the merchandise up close again and then we will have another drawing!”

The crowd slowly filed by the terrified girl again, once again taking the time to gleefully comment on what they would do to her.

“It’s a nice hogtie, but I bet I could get it tighter.”

“Better hope I don’t win hot stuff, my last slave literally went insane after a month of being worked over by me.”

“You look so cute when you are in pain, if I get you I’ll strive to make you cute ALL the time.”

The ten minutes dragged by for poor Hanna as she was in physical agony and had to listen to a parade of sadistic insults that promised to make things even worse for her. Eventually though the crowd shuffled off the stage and the twisted host came back on stage with the box of bondage positions. He began reaching inside the box to find out Hanna’s next misery

“Alright folks let’s see what our lovely little slave has to look forward to next... sports bra with yoga pants and bent backwards over a triangular wooden beam. Nice and sadistic choice, get our model ready boys!”

The two goons took a hold of the cart and began pushing Hanna backstage again. While she was looking forward to getting out of the vicious hogtie she didn’t have much hope the new position would be much better. The men began undoing the ropes, causing Hanna to groan with relief.

“Alright put this shit on!”

A sports bra and a pair of black spandex yoga pants were shoved towards her. Hanna began frantically pleading into her gag while shaking her head no.

“Dumb fucking slut!”

The man jabbed the cattle prod into her stomach causing her to collapse to the ground. Not in the mood to wait and see if she would cooperate, they began undressing her by force. The leather biker girl outfit was pulled off her and thrown to the side. She grunted with discomfort as the men none too gently pulled the skin tight leather pants off her muscular legs. Soon the leather pants were replaced by the tight spandex. Just like the earlier clothing, the pants were clearly too small for her, squeezing uncomfortably snug around her legs and only going down to around mid calf. The sports bra was soon pulled over her, completing her wardrobe change.

At first Hanna was struggling, but despite her considerable athletic ability she was no match for the two men as they forced her to change clothing. Eventually she just went limp and let them do as they pleased as the strain of trying to fight them off was exhausting. With their captive redressed, the men now grabbed lengths of rope and began restraining her. Her legs were retied as she had been before. This time however her arms were pulled over her head and ropes added at her wrists, forearms, and above and below her elbows.

One of the men walked off for a moment and soon returned pushing a cart. The cart had a triangular block of wood built into it in the middle. The men picked up Hanna and bent her backwards over the wooden block. She groaned as the pointy edge of the triangular frame dug into her bare back. The men took ropes and tied them to metal rings on either side of the wooden block, forcing the poor woman to bend backwards uncomfortably. The frame was tall enough that she bent at a rather horrifying angle, causing her to whimper into her gag. The contortion of this position was even worse than the hogtie and the sharp jab of the wood in her back at all times only magnified the misery. Soon they began pushing her back to the stage, and the auctioneer eagerly began hyping up the crowd.

“Just LOOK at this specimen! God can you believe that stomach? Just look at how taut it is. Imagine just how much abuse this body will be able to take before you wear her out! In fact, let’s not make you imagine! I have a little riding crop here, feel free to work that stomach over a bit!”

The crowd’s excited whispers were louder than ever as they eagerly lined up to torment Hanna. This was easily the worst things had been yet for the poor girl, the collection of sadists eagerly whipped her stomach with the small riding crop. She cried out in pain with each blow and no matter how many hits came, the slaps from the small piece of leather hurt just as bad as the first blow. As usual the sadists gleefully basked in her misery, cruelly teasing the agonized young woman.

“Oh if you think this little crop is bad in your tummy just wait until you are naked and hanging from my ceiling being introduced to my whip.”

“Such a sexy body, I think I’ll give it some nice piercings. I bet your nipples, tongue, and nose would look very cute with some metal additions, or maybe we should do something down low...”

“You are so fit, I bet you’ll manage to last at least a month. Most of my slaves get buried alive after only a couple of weeks...”

After twenty minutes the collection of sadists had returned to their seats. Hanna was sweat drenched and her stomach bright red from the parade of whippings it had taken from the crop. Her night was just beginning though as she was forced into outfit after outfit, position after position.

One time she was forced to dress as a cheerleader. The goons had then tied her so she was forced to sit cross legged with her arms bound behind her back. A thick rope ran from her collar down to her ankles forcing her to bend forward to the point her head was practically in her own lap.

Another time she was dressed in a puffy winter coat and sweatpants. The bondage was the worst yet in that outfit, she was tied so that her ankles were lashed together behind her own head which was positioned between her thighs. Her arms had been tied in another vicious reverse prayer tie behind her back and a viciously tight crotch rope had been run from her collar to her wrist bindings. The strain had been so severe she had thought her leg bones would surely be dislocated from her hip sockets. The cruel auction master had allowed the prospective buyers to spank her vulnerable butt with a paddle. With her head positioned as it was, she was forced to watch every cruel spanking happen.

Then she had been forced to dress as a school girl with a short plaid skirt, her legs were spread painfully wide with a spreaderbar and her arms were tied so far above her head she was forced to stand on her tiptoes and even then she was painfully stretched out.

Even worse the threats the sadists were making were growing more and more demented. Hanna had no idea if the threats were serious or just the sadists relishing in verbally tormenting her.

“I’m going to brand that ass with a hot metal iron so everyone knows who owns it.”

“I’m going to fill your ears with foam and super glue and tape a whole roll of duct tape around your eyes after covering them with numerous wads of cotton. You’ll be blind and deaf for the rest of your miserable life.”

“I’m going to waterboard you for hours and hours at a time.”

This embarrassing and horrifying experience went on for a couple of hours. She was now being dragged out to the stage yet again. This time she was wearing a hot pink bikini and thong which covered so little of her she might as well be naked. Her legs were tightly bound as they had so often been tonight with numerous winds tightly smashing them together. Her arms were behind her back and so much rope had been wrapped around them that her arms were essentially mummified in the scratchy and rough cord, putting in the equivalent of a tight rope armbinder.

Hanna made the mistake of thinking to herself this was probably the most tolerable bondage she had been in for hours. Almost as though they heard her, the thugs tied a rope around her bound wrists then ran it up to the ceiling. They began tightening the rope, slowly pulling her bound arms upwards. The blonde grunted with misery as her limbs were pulled up and behind her. She began bending her torso forward in an attempt to reduce the strain, but the goons kept going until the poor woman was in a rather unforgiving strappedo position.

“Alright people this is it, the moment you have all been waiting for, time to find out who takes this fine specimen home. You do not want to miss out on the chance to take such a top tier slave. Remember, OLYMPIC caliber athlete, just think of how much abuse she’ll be able to take!”

The bidding soon started, Hanna’s blue eyes darted around the room as voices spoke up from the crowd. The dollar amount kept jumping up, soon there was a bidding war as the sadists seemed to agree with the auctioneer that they did not want to miss out on this particular victim

“Anyone else?? Going once, going twice... SOLD! A RECORD price! Oh boy let me tell you cutie you did not luck out in owners, you have a rough go of it ahead.”

The auctioneer whispered the last sentence so only Hanna could hear him, eliciting a terrified whimper from the miserable girl.

“As is customary! We will get your package wrapped up for you and delivered!”

“Excellent, and when you mask her please put these in place per usual. I don’t believe slave sluts deserve fresh air...”

Hanna tried to get a look at the woman who won her but she was silhouetted by the stage light as she handed something to the auctioneer. She had a sultry voice that was dripping with cruelty. She said nothing else as she strolled off. Hanna had no real time to process as she was untied from the ring in the ceiling and then roughly picked up by the goons to be carried backstage again.

“Make it extra tight, you know how THAT one likes her packages. And as usual she left a little gift for her new property. Anyways I’m heading out, see you guys next week”

The auctioneer handed one of the goons the item Hanna’s owner provided then walked off.

“Just stand right there, make this quick on us, we are ready to go home. If you don’t... well your new owner has historically allowed us to have a little ‘fun’ with unruly slaves before we deliver them so unless you want a good fucking you’ll do as you are told.”

The blonde gave a weak whimper, the threat was unneeded as she had long given up on resistance. She stood alone as the two men walked off to begin to gather supplies. They soon returned carrying a large wooden crate which they set on the ground next to Hanna. One of the men removed a gas mask with a long breathing tube out of the box.

“Nighty night hot stuff, I almost pity you. We’ve heard some pretty nasty stories about what your new mistress does to her toys”

The mask was pulled over the whimpering young woman’s head. The plastic coverings over the eyes had been blacked out, completely blocking out Hanna’s vision which caused her to panic. One of the men took a roll of duct tape and the sadist’s ‘gift’, a well used pair of panties, and pulled it over the end of the breathing hose. He used the tape to begin wrapping the panties to the hose so they would remain in place. As she worked Hanna began coughing and spluttering as the odor hit her, causing the men to laugh.

“Oh yea your owner loves smell torture, I’m pretty sure you will literally never get to smell fresh air again. Sorry, guess we should have warned you to savor those last few minutes of it.”

The two men laughed as they each grabbed a tube of clear cling film. They began wrapping it around the bound woman’s body, immediately Hanna began to feel damp and hot as the tight plastic pressed against her mostly naked body. The men were wrapping her all over, the only thing being spared from the wraps was the breathing tube of the mask. The brutes went around and around her body, only pausing when they had to grab a fresh roll of the stretchy film. They worked for about five minutes after which the girl was mummified in a fairly thick layer of plastic.

Unfortunately for Hanna though, her ‘packaging” was nowhere near completion. The men now grabbed duct tape and began to cover the helpless woman’s plastic wrapped body in it. They were taking great care to make the wraps of duct tape extremely tight, practically making the blonde feel as though she was being crushed by a large boa constrictor. The men were focused now though, the only sound in the room was the loud rips of tape coming off the roll along with the occasional whimper from Hanna.

The men worked diligently for over thirty minutes, well beyond overkill as Hanna had been reduced to a featureless mass of silver with a hose sticking out the front. However this level of overkill was what her new owner wanted when packages were delivered, and the auction house strived to please it’s exclusive clientele. A small pile of twenty one now used cardboard rolls laid on the ground next to the silver mass that was Hanna.

They weren’t quite done with their mummified package however. One of the brutes removed a massive mummy style sleeping bag from the box and laid it on the floor next to Hanna. The red sack was super puffy, being made for sub zero winter conditions. The bag was unzipped and the mummified girl was laid onto the waiting sack which was zipped up around her. The men pulled the thick hood over her head then cinched it closed so that everything but the breathing tube was encased by the shiny nylon.

Inside the cocoon, Hanna felt as though she was going to boil. The layers of seran wrap and duct tape had already been miserably warm and now with the massive sack hugging her all over the sensation had only grown worse. The men removed twenty thick leather straps from the box and began applying them to the blonde’s prison. The black leather sank deep into the puffy red mass, practically disappearing and making deep divots between mounds of shiny red material.

With the poor girl brutally wrapped up the men picked up her massive cocoon and began shoving it into the crate that all the supplies had been stored in. The mass of bondage was thick enough that they had to do some poking and prodding to get it to squeeze inside, but eventually the poor girl was inside the wooden box. The fit was sufficiently tight that she would be unable to even so much as wiggle.

“Now I know you are miserable and scared right now, but believe me, it is about to get soooo much worse for you. So my advice is enjoy these quiet moments, because you’ll be missing them soon enough.”

One of the goons took the opportunity to psychologically torment the poor terrified woman further. Hanna’s frightened squeal in reply caused both men to laugh. They closed the lid and locked it shut with several heavy iron padlocks. With their captive secured away they grabbed a dolly and strapped Hanna’s prison to it. The poor girl was practically hyperventilating in the tight space as she was pushed towards the loading docks where a van was waiting to take her to her new owner. For the poor blonde it was the absolute worst day of her life, for the auction house it was just a normal day.

[Splergy]

WARNING: The following story contains non-consensual scenarios and is intended for adults only. All real world bondage should ALWAYS be consensual and done in a safe way. If you ever find yourself tempted to do something non-consensual PLEASE get yourself mental help. Do not attempt to replicate any aspect of this story as the bondage is not safe. Some readers may find some elements of this story offensive, reader discretion is advised.

“Alright folks it is time for tonight’s main event, the auction you have ALL been waiting for!”

A short, balding man wearing an obnoxious acid green suit was eagerly talking to the assembled crowd. The crowd were all dressed as though they were at a ball and were all wearing masquerade masks to hide their identities. A murmur of excitement rose up from the crowd as the upcoming lot was what many of them had come for.

“Nummmmphhhh!”

Frightened but heavily muffled squeals filled the air, and soon their source became visible to the assembled crowd. A tall blonde woman was being dragged onto the stage by two burly brutes, she was frantically struggling and attempting to cry out, but efforts were utterly impotent. Her lower face was heavily wrapped in duct tape and judging by how much the poor girl’s cheeks were bulging over the gag, her captors had been rather vicious with the tightness. Her own socks had been rammed into her mouth, silencing her screams.

Her bondage was equally merciless to the gag, thin black ropes had been tightly wrapped around her. Her arms were tied behind her back with numerous winds of rope at her wrists, forearms, and above and below her elbows. Duct tape had been generously wrapped over her hands, reducing them to useless silver balls. Her tightly bound arms were pressed into her back by more ropes that were running around her stomach and above and below her small breasts.

If anything her captors had been even more merciless with her very muscular legs, ropes were lashed around her at the ankles, two places on her shins, above and below her knees, and at three places on her thick thighs. The clearly terrified woman was wearing a skin tight orange spandex suit which contrasted considerably with the black ropes that were biting into her all over.

Overall the orange outfit might be a little strange if it weren’t for the fact she was an Olympic speedskater. The poor 19 year old had been jumped by several thugs right after having completed a couple hours of intense solo training. Fatigued as she was, she was unable to offer any real resistance as the men tightly bound her. Other than pulling her skates off her she was dressed exactly as she had been seven hours ago before her life changed forever.

The murmurs of the crowd grew a little louder as their excitement grew. The men paid the woman’s protests no mind as they dragged her over to a chain hanging from the ceiling. A thick leather posture collar hung from the end of the chain, they soon tightened it around her neck and left her to try and balance on her tiptoes, even worse for the young woman there was a small shock collar attached to the posture collar. Her blue eyes frantically darted around the room as she tried to figure out what was happening to her.

“She is a real looker isn’t she? You all might recognize Hanna here if you watch the olympics, she was a member of the Dutch relay team. Our dear cutie was training so hard to qualify for the next Olympics for solo events, in fact that’s what she was doing when our associates grabbed her, hence her lovely outfit.”

The rat faced man drew closer to Hanna as he talked about her achievements. She tried to squirm as best as she could, but bound as she was too aggressive of squirming caused her to lose her balance which resulted in the thick leather collar uncomfortably pulling on her neck. He occasionally pressed a small button in his pocket to activate the shock collar, eliciting muffled cries from the blonde and excited murmurs from the audience.

“As you can all see she is in peak athletic condition, especially those legs and that ass. Can you just imagine working that muscular rear over with a flog or whip??”

The man ran his hands over the girl as he bragged about her body. She mumbled protests at the molestation, but was ignored. He squeezed her ass when he mentioned how fun it would be to whip her, causing Hanna to cry out even louder into her gag. Suddenly without warning he slapped her ass hard.

“NUUUMMMMMPHHHH”

He slapped it again, the crowd’s quiet excitement grew as they whispered amongst themselves.

“Can you just hear that? A muscular ass just sounds different than a normal one. Those of you who like working over your slaves with flogs, whips, or canes DO NOT want to miss out on this ass.”

Hanna blubbered a series of protests in her gag, her panic growing when she heard the word ‘slave’ mentioned by the slimy little man.

“Oh did they not mention that to you earlier? All these people are here to bid on you and find out who gets to take you home!”

Pummmphhh nummmmphhh!!!

The tall blonde’s struggles intensified at hearing this. Quiet chuckles could be heard from the crowd as they took enjoyment from her terror. The man now walked up and roughly grabbed her tape wrapped jaw and forced her to face the audience.

“Now obviously you can’t see it because of her gag, but I can assure you she is a true European beauty. We have copious pictures for you to look through, taken from her social media and news interviews. We also got some lovely candid shots from her home so you can see she is still a specimen of beauty even when she isn’t trying!”

Hanna’s face hurt from how tightly the man was gripping it while discussing her beauty. It was hardly the only thing hurting on the poor woman though, her tight spandex bodysuit provided no real protection from the viciously tight ropes that were squeezing her all over.

“Now then, you all will be given some time to come up and take a closer look at our fine specimen. Feel free to touch her all you like, that’s why she is gagged so we don’t have to hear her thoughts on it. And as I said we do have some binders up here with additional information if you want to look!”

The greasy man stepped back and members of the masked crowd stepped forward. Hanna pleaded in her gag for someone to show her some pity, but none was coming. The masked elites treated her more like a display than a person as her body was groped repeatedly by the crowd of strangers. They discussed amongst themselves the various terrible things they planned for her if they became her new owner.

“Mmmm I have a nice new flog I just bought that would be perfect on her, can you imagine how cute her legs would be nice and red from a good working over?”

“Oh I have a massive plug that would look good in that rear.”

“I wonder how that ass and those legs would look covered with hot candle wax.”

So on and so forth, the elites casually mentioned the various horrors they had planned for the captive. Hanna frantically cried protests, but usually got at best laughs, or at worst threats.

“Oh you’ll regret that backtalk if I win you my dear, just you wait...”

After nearly thirty minutes the crowd had begun shuffling back to their seats, apparently satisfied with the look they had gotten at Hanna. The slimy host walked back to the front of the stage once the last customer had gone back to their seat and Hanna was terrified to see what he would do next.

“Alright then now that you have met your potential slave up close, it is time for everyone’s favorite part: the drawing! Now for those of you who haven’t been to an auction with us before and don’t know, we have a fun little drawing to drum up excitement prior to the auction! We will hand out little note cards; write a bondage position and an outfit you’d like to see our little bondage slut in and we will do our best to pull it off. We find it’s good fun to force the new meat to do a little modeling for us prior to the auction.”

Nuummmmmmmphhhh!

Hanna protested in her gag which earned her a zap from the shock collar much to the delight of the audience. The poor woman could scarcely believe this was happening, it seemed like something out of a horror movie yet here she was tightly bound in front of this crowd of strangers who were quite eager to make her suffer. She was helpless to do anything though as the audience received cards and pens from some tuxedoed men. After writing their requests they were collected by the staff and put into a box which was brought up to the portly auctioneer. He took the box and began aggressively shaking it to mix up the perverts’ cards.

“Alright folks let’s see what perverted requests you all have come up with, I’m always delighted to see what positions and clothing you come up with to inflict on our unwilling models!”

The demented host reached into the box and removed a card. He looked at it and smiled evilly at Hanna who whimpered miserably into her gag.

“Alright then, our first winner is: ‘biker girl’, leather pants, leather jacket, and leather boots, oh we can definitely do that. And the bondage position is hogtie with the specific request to make it TIGHT.”

The man leaned in close to Hanna, whose blue eyes were looking at him with horror.

“Oh I certainly think we can get this little slut nice and miserable! We’ll see you in a few minutes my dear!”

Two large men approached Hanna, the collar was not removed from her neck, but the chain attaching it to the ceiling was detached. She squirmed frantically as they dragged her to the back again. Eventually they entered a room which looked like it was a massive closet full of a large assortment of clothing. The blonde was harshly thrown to the ground as the men went to gather binding supplies and clothing. They soon returned carrying a pile of ropes and the leather outfit.

“Now listen here bitch, we are going to untie you, and you are going to be a good little slut and do what you are told, or else....”

The man took a cattle prod out of his pocket and jabbed it into the bright orange of her skating outfit. Her body convulsed as the voltage hit her, sending a sharp electrical pain through her entire body.

“I’m perfectly happy to zap the shit out of you. Plus we locked the door behind us so even if you got out of arm's reach you’d be trapped here. So be smart, you have plenty of pain in your future so no reason to start early!”

Hanna frantically shook her head yes, not wanting to experience that painful jolt of electricity again. The men seemed satisfied she was going to cooperate and began untying the ropes binding her. As much rope as there was it took them several minutes, once Hanna was free she instinctively reached her hands up to her gag, one of the men quickly cut her off.

“I don’t think so, that gag isn’t going anywhere. Now strip or we will strip you ourselves... and we won’t be gentle”

Hanna’s hands were shaking as she unzipped her skin tight spandex suit and began pulling it off. As she pulled it down her body the goons began to laugh.

“Look at how red her ass is from that spanking earlier still! Now take off the underwear and bra, you won’t be needing them.”

The blonde hesitated for just a moment, at which point the goon menacingly reached for the cattle prod. Seeing little choice, Hanna removed her bra and underwear, leaving her naked and exposed to the men. Fortunately the men were in a hurry and the leather pants, jacket, and a white tshirt were tossed to her.

“Put those on, and hurry it up we’ve got to tie you up again!”

Hanna pulled the T-shirt, which was at least a size too small for her, over herself then grabbed the pants. The black leather pants were taking some effort to slide up her muscular legs, much like the shirt they were at least a size too small.

“Hurry the fuck up!”

Ummmmmphh tummmmmphhh!

One of the men was growing agitated causing Hanna to try and protest. The pants were skin tight but the leather didn’t have much give to it so it was taking time to slide them up her legs. Eventually she succeeded though and managed to get them uncomfortably buttoned around her waist. She began to put on the leather jacket and then zipped it up.

“Now put on the boots and lay down on the floor.”

Hanna slipped the leather boots on then hesitantly lowered herself to the floor. She was not looking forward to her reprieve from tight bondage ending.

“God those pants really show off that ass, her new owner is very lucky!”

The men laughed as they each grabbed a length of white rope and got to work. One of the goons worked on her legs while the other worked on her arms. The man working on her arms forced her hands up between her shoulder blades, causing poor Hanna to grunt with discomfort. He lashed rope very tightly around her wrists, making thirteen passes before cinching off the rope snugly. He then added ropes connecting her biceps to her forearms, ensuring her arms would remain contorted into the uncomfortable position.

As the one brute was working on her arms, his partner had added ropes at her ankles, calves, above and below her knees, and at three places on her thick thighs. He was showing no mercy on the tightness, causing the ropes to compress into her leather hugged legs slightly. Hanna was weakly grunting into her gag as this new position was quickly becoming even more agonizing than what she had been suffering through earlier. Unfortunately for her it was still going to get much worse.

“Alright, sit the bitch up so we can get a nice harness around those tits. They are perky, but not the biggest, so we’ll give them a little presentation help.”

Hanna was forced to sit up and immediately one of the thugs began wrapping a length of rope above and below her breasts. After he had made twelve passes he began going between her breasts and over her shoulders. The tight ropes compressed the jacket, making her breasts more distinct. All in all it was a rather charming effect Hanna might have appreciated if she wasn’t terrified out of her mind. Without warning she was pushed down so that she was laying face first towards the ground.

“Ok you get the legs, I’ll get the body”

Any confusion Hanna may have had over what the goon was talking about was quickly resolved as one of them grabbed her torso and forced her to begin bending backwards while the other grabbed her ankles and began pulling her legs backwards. They kept pushing her until her body was practically contorted into a C shape. They then took a length of rope and ran it from her ankles to her wrists, leaving absolutely no slack to the rope, keeping her in the absolutely agonizing position.

Nummmmmphhhh!!! Ppmmmmmmphhhh!!

She groaned and pleaded into her gag, beads of sweat began forming in her forehead from the strain of the brutalizing hogtie. The men ignored her frantic and pained cries as one of them went and grabbed a small cart with a flat top which he pushed over next to the captive blonde. They picked Hanna up and set her stomach down on the cart and then ran a few leather straps around her and the cart to keep her from rolling off of it. Soon she was being pushed back towards the doorway to the stage.

“My oh my they really did a number on her didn’t they folks? Look at sweat on her forehead, look at the misery in her eyes! You can tell she is in agony and if you win you can make her have this face ALL the time!”

The twisted auctioneer was excitedly up selling her pain to the audience. Excited murmuring from the masked crowd showed they appreciated the poor girl’s new vicious positioning. Hanna continued to weakly grunt into her gag, scarcely believing that they had managed to tie her in such a way that she actually missed her uncomfortable bondage from earlier.

“Ok folks you all have ten minutes to come and look at the merchandise up close again and then we will have another drawing!”

The crowd slowly filed by the terrified girl again, once again taking the time to gleefully comment on what they would do to her.

“It’s a nice hogtie, but I bet I could get it tighter.”

“Better hope I don’t win hot stuff, my last slave literally went insane after a month of being worked over by me.”

“You look so cute when you are in pain, if I get you I’ll strive to make you cute ALL the time.”

The ten minutes dragged by for poor Hanna as she was in physical agony and had to listen to a parade of sadistic insults that promised to make things even worse for her. Eventually though the crowd shuffled off the stage and the twisted host came back on stage with the box of bondage positions. He began reaching inside the box to find out Hanna’s next misery

“Alright folks let’s see what our lovely little slave has to look forward to next... sports bra with yoga pants and bent backwards over a triangular wooden beam. Nice and sadistic choice, get our model ready boys!”

The two goons took a hold of the cart and began pushing Hanna backstage again. While she was looking forward to getting out of the vicious hogtie she didn’t have much hope the new position would be much better. The men began undoing the ropes, causing Hanna to groan with relief.

“Alright put this shit on!”

A sports bra and a pair of black spandex yoga pants were shoved towards her. Hanna began frantically pleading into her gag while shaking her head no.

“Dumb fucking slut!”

The man jabbed the cattle prod into her stomach causing her to collapse to the ground. Not in the mood to wait and see if she would cooperate, they began undressing her by force. The leather biker girl outfit was pulled off her and thrown to the side. She grunted with discomfort as the men none too gently pulled the skin tight leather pants off her muscular legs. Soon the leather pants were replaced by the tight spandex. Just like the earlier clothing, the pants were clearly too small for her, squeezing uncomfortably snug around her legs and only going down to around mid calf. The sports bra was soon pulled over her, completing her wardrobe change.

At first Hanna was struggling, but despite her considerable athletic ability she was no match for the two men as they forced her to change clothing. Eventually she just went limp and let them do as they pleased as the strain of trying to fight them off was exhausting. With their captive redressed, the men now grabbed lengths of rope and began restraining her. Her legs were retied as she had been before. This time however her arms were pulled over her head and ropes added at her wrists, forearms, and above and below her elbows.

One of the men walked off for a moment and soon returned pushing a cart. The cart had a triangular block of wood built into it in the middle. The men picked up Hanna and bent her backwards over the wooden block. She groaned as the pointy edge of the triangular frame dug into her bare back. The men took ropes and tied them to metal rings on either side of the wooden block, forcing the poor woman to bend backwards uncomfortably. The frame was tall enough that she bent at a rather horrifying angle, causing her to whimper into her gag. The contortion of this position was even worse than the hogtie and the sharp jab of the wood in her back at all times only magnified the misery. Soon they began pushing her back to the stage, and the auctioneer eagerly began hyping up the crowd.

“Just LOOK at this specimen! God can you believe that stomach? Just look at how taut it is. Imagine just how much abuse this body will be able to take before you wear her out! In fact, let’s not make you imagine! I have a little riding crop here, feel free to work that stomach over a bit!”

The crowd’s excited whispers were louder than ever as they eagerly lined up to torment Hanna. This was easily the worst things had been yet for the poor girl, the collection of sadists eagerly whipped her stomach with the small riding crop. She cried out in pain with each blow and no matter how many hits came, the slaps from the small piece of leather hurt just as bad as the first blow. As usual the sadists gleefully basked in her misery, cruelly teasing the agonized young woman.

“Oh if you think this little crop is bad in your tummy just wait until you are naked and hanging from my ceiling being introduced to my whip.”

“Such a sexy body, I think I’ll give it some nice piercings. I bet your nipples, tongue, and nose would look very cute with some metal additions, or maybe we should do something down low...”

“You are so fit, I bet you’ll manage to last at least a month. Most of my slaves get buried alive after only a couple of weeks...”

After twenty minutes the collection of sadists had returned to their seats. Hanna was sweat drenched and her stomach bright red from the parade of whippings it had taken from the crop. Her night was just beginning though as she was forced into outfit after outfit, position after position.

One time she was forced to dress as a cheerleader. The goons had then tied her so she was forced to sit cross legged with her arms bound behind her back. A thick rope ran from her collar down to her ankles forcing her to bend forward to the point her head was practically in her own lap.

Another time she was dressed in a puffy winter coat and sweatpants. The bondage was the worst yet in that outfit, she was tied so that her ankles were lashed together behind her own head which was positioned between her thighs. Her arms had been tied in another vicious reverse prayer tie behind her back and a viciously tight crotch rope had been run from her collar to her wrist bindings. The strain had been so severe she had thought her leg bones would surely be dislocated from her hip sockets. The cruel auction master had allowed the prospective buyers to spank her vulnerable butt with a paddle. With her head positioned as it was, she was forced to watch every cruel spanking happen.

Then she had been forced to dress as a school girl with a short plaid skirt, her legs were spread painfully wide with a spreaderbar and her arms were tied so far above her head she was forced to stand on her tiptoes and even then she was painfully stretched out.

Even worse the threats the sadists were making were growing more and more demented. Hanna had no idea if the threats were serious or just the sadists relishing in verbally tormenting her.

“I’m going to brand that ass with a hot metal iron so everyone knows who owns it.”

“I’m going to fill your ears with foam and super glue and tape a whole roll of duct tape around your eyes after covering them with numerous wads of cotton. You’ll be blind and deaf for the rest of your miserable life.”

“I’m going to waterboard you for hours and hours at a time.”

This embarrassing and horrifying experience went on for a couple of hours. She was now being dragged out to the stage yet again. This time she was wearing a hot pink bikini and thong which covered so little of her she might as well be naked. Her legs were tightly bound as they had so often been tonight with numerous winds tightly smashing them together. Her arms were behind her back and so much rope had been wrapped around them that her arms were essentially mummified in the scratchy and rough cord, putting in the equivalent of a tight rope armbinder.

Hanna made the mistake of thinking to herself this was probably the most tolerable bondage she had been in for hours. Almost as though they heard her, the thugs tied a rope around her bound wrists then ran it up to the ceiling. They began tightening the rope, slowly pulling her bound arms upwards. The blonde grunted with misery as her limbs were pulled up and behind her. She began bending her torso forward in an attempt to reduce the strain, but the goons kept going until the poor woman was in a rather unforgiving strappedo position.

“Alright people this is it, the moment you have all been waiting for, time to find out who takes this fine specimen home. You do not want to miss out on the chance to take such a top tier slave. Remember, OLYMPIC caliber athlete, just think of how much abuse she’ll be able to take!”

The bidding soon started, Hanna’s blue eyes darted around the room as voices spoke up from the crowd. The dollar amount kept jumping up, soon there was a bidding war as the sadists seemed to agree with the auctioneer that they did not want to miss out on this particular victim

“Anyone else?? Going once, going twice... SOLD! A RECORD price! Oh boy let me tell you cutie you did not luck out in owners, you have a rough go of it ahead.”

The auctioneer whispered the last sentence so only Hanna could hear him, eliciting a terrified whimper from the miserable girl.

“As is customary! We will get your package wrapped up for you and delivered!”

“Excellent, and when you mask her please put these in place per usual. I don’t believe slave sluts deserve fresh air...”

Hanna tried to get a look at the woman who won her but she was silhouetted by the stage light as she handed something to the auctioneer. She had a sultry voice that was dripping with cruelty. She said nothing else as she strolled off. Hanna had no real time to process as she was untied from the ring in the ceiling and then roughly picked up by the goons to be carried backstage again.

“Make it extra tight, you know how THAT one likes her packages. And as usual she left a little gift for her new property. Anyways I’m heading out, see you guys next week”

The auctioneer handed one of the goons the item Hanna’s owner provided then walked off.

“Just stand right there, make this quick on us, we are ready to go home. If you don’t... well your new owner has historically allowed us to have a little ‘fun’ with unruly slaves before we deliver them so unless you want a good fucking you’ll do as you are told.”

The blonde gave a weak whimper, the threat was unneeded as she had long given up on resistance. She stood alone as the two men walked off to begin to gather supplies. They soon returned carrying a large wooden crate which they set on the ground next to Hanna. One of the men removed a gas mask with a long breathing tube out of the box.

“Nighty night hot stuff, I almost pity you. We’ve heard some pretty nasty stories about what your new mistress does to her toys”

The mask was pulled over the whimpering young woman’s head. The plastic coverings over the eyes had been blacked out, completely blocking out Hanna’s vision which caused her to panic. One of the men took a roll of duct tape and the sadist’s ‘gift’, a well used pair of panties, and pulled it over the end of the breathing hose. He used the tape to begin wrapping the panties to the hose so they would remain in place. As she worked Hanna began coughing and spluttering as the odor hit her, causing the men to laugh.

“Oh yea your owner loves smell torture, I’m pretty sure you will literally never get to smell fresh air again. Sorry, guess we should have warned you to savor those last few minutes of it.”

The two men laughed as they each grabbed a tube of clear cling film. They began wrapping it around the bound woman’s body, immediately Hanna began to feel damp and hot as the tight plastic pressed against her mostly naked body. The men were wrapping her all over, the only thing being spared from the wraps was the breathing tube of the mask. The brutes went around and around her body, only pausing when they had to grab a fresh roll of the stretchy film. They worked for about five minutes after which the girl was mummified in a fairly thick layer of plastic.

Unfortunately for Hanna though, her ‘packaging” was nowhere near completion. The men now grabbed duct tape and began to cover the helpless woman’s plastic wrapped body in it. They were taking great care to make the wraps of duct tape extremely tight, practically making the blonde feel as though she was being crushed by a large boa constrictor. The men were focused now though, the only sound in the room was the loud rips of tape coming off the roll along with the occasional whimper from Hanna.

The men worked diligently for over thirty minutes, well beyond overkill as Hanna had been reduced to a featureless mass of silver with a hose sticking out the front. However this level of overkill was what her new owner wanted when packages were delivered, and the auction house strived to please it’s exclusive clientele. A small pile of twenty one now used cardboard rolls laid on the ground next to the silver mass that was Hanna.

They weren’t quite done with their mummified package however. One of the brutes removed a massive mummy style sleeping bag from the box and laid it on the floor next to Hanna. The red sack was super puffy, being made for sub zero winter conditions. The bag was unzipped and the mummified girl was laid onto the waiting sack which was zipped up around her. The men pulled the thick hood over her head then cinched it closed so that everything but the breathing tube was encased by the shiny nylon.

Inside the cocoon, Hanna felt as though she was going to boil. The layers of seran wrap and duct tape had already been miserably warm and now with the massive sack hugging her all over the sensation had only grown worse. The men removed twenty thick leather straps from the box and began applying them to the blonde’s prison. The black leather sank deep into the puffy red mass, practically disappearing and making deep divots between mounds of shiny red material.

With the poor girl brutally wrapped up the men picked up her massive cocoon and began shoving it into the crate that all the supplies had been stored in. The mass of bondage was thick enough that they had to do some poking and prodding to get it to squeeze inside, but eventually the poor girl was inside the wooden box. The fit was sufficiently tight that she would be unable to even so much as wiggle.

“Now I know you are miserable and scared right now, but believe me, it is about to get soooo much worse for you. So my advice is enjoy these quiet moments, because you’ll be missing them soon enough.”

One of the goons took the opportunity to psychologically torment the poor terrified woman further. Hanna’s frightened squeal in reply caused both men to laugh. They closed the lid and locked it shut with several heavy iron padlocks. With their captive secured away they grabbed a dolly and strapped Hanna’s prison to it. The poor girl was practically hyperventilating in the tight space as she was pushed towards the loading docks where a van was waiting to take her to her new owner. For the poor blonde it was the absolute worst day of her life, for the auction house it was just a normal day.

Great story, nice level of realism and scariness!

[Gagfan]

Great story, nice level of realism and scariness!

Thank you for the kind words! I am glad you enjoyed!

[JohnnyRockets]

Wow, wonderfully detailed and sexy story!
I feel like I should check out your wordpress now.

[KidBlink]

One of my favourite stories!

[Dickanddominthe]

How big were her jugs