0 comments/ 20654 views/ 0 favorites White Slaven By: Terry288 "How did I get started, indeed?" Tell her the truth; or give the 'party' line? Maybe say that I always enjoyed being the Indian Princess that got tied up by the cowboys and leave it at that. That's true enough to ring right, but it's not accurate. What would it hurt to tell? May do some good, then again. "I remember thinking when Jimmy gets out of traction; I'm going to break both of his legs again, just for spite. He had a motorcycle accident leaving his part-time job at the grain elevator. He and lost control crossing wet rail road tracks and slide into a pickup truck heading the other way." "You got started by accident, somebody else's accident? That's denial isn't it?" "Maybe it is, but you asked, and that's how it started." Twelve days before the Senior Prom and Jim breaks a knee and an ankle on two different legs. I wanted to die, and kill him too. I'd spent four hundred dollars of my own money on that gown. I was going to wear it. I was going to dance in it. I was going to be pretty and sexy. I wanted Jimmy to show me off to all the other kids in my class, and we would have too. It's not entirely Jimmy's fault. He had the part time job because he didn't quite get a football scholarship. He didn't quite play as much as he might have. I guess I distracted him some. We've been dating since we were Juniors, and having sex most every week. I'm careful, I take the pill and stuff. I just know he was thinking about meeting me that evening, instead of the wet roads. That's no excuse. My parents always said that motorcycle of his would get me in trouble. I just envisioned traffic arrests; for rowdy in public, kinds of things. Since we both turned eighteen, we were to a tavern exactly twice. We preferred to do our drinking at parties, it was cheaper and the people there were our own age. That must have been where the idea came from. I didn't discuss this with Jim or anybody. I hardly had time to visit him before the prom. I did telephone all of the escort services in the directory, both of the ones in town said I was nuts and shouldn't bother them again. The one in nearby Granville said to come talk with the owner. The next day after school I made a detour on the way home. It had sounded promising on the phone; but as I was ringing the door bell of a farm house a mile west of Granville on County Highway G, I started to wonder. An older woman; at least forty, answered the door and invited me into the living room. I told her about the coming prom; Jim's accident, and how I hoped to rent a replacement date. Admission wouldn't be any problem, as the reservations were already in my name. She explained it wasn't her usual business, but felt confident something could be worked out. We discussed hourly rates, tuxedo, flowers, parents, limo rentals and discretion. I looked at bios, head and full figure shots and picked a fella from Johnsonville. I wouldn't have to pay for his travel time, and he already owned a tuxedo, if black was ok. I'd be responsible for damage and cleaning for the limo and tuxedo. I could save the driver costs if we just rented a big black Lincoln or Cadillac, my escort could drive. My Master Card really took a big hit that day. I just went about my business up to the day of the prom. I did tell Jim that I found another escort for the dance, and I mentioned something similar to my parents. I was really nervous; not just the prom thing, but what this guy would be like. The prom is too special for a blind date, but that is just what this was shaping up to be. He arrived at my house almost five minutes early. He brought a flower for my mother and thanked her for helping me look so beautiful that evening. He shook my dad's hand and promised to take good care of me; but didn't give a specific time we'd return, saying he didn't know how long the post party would run. He has a terrific smile, tuxedo and blue eyes. His light brown hair was parted in the middle and gave him a boyish charm that radiated throughout the front room. He offered his hand, then arm to me as I descended the stairs, complimented me on my dress, shoes and hair. He handed me a boxed corsage of white and red roses and asked my dad to pin it to my gown. That's when my dads' face lite up, he smiled at me so big, and kissed my cheek softly when he finished pinning the flower to my dress. My feet fairly floated out the door with my escort. My escorts' name was David. David Devine a stage name I think. He works as an exotic dancer to finance his art major and physical education minor at State University. He's a Sophomore. He also opens car doors for high school girls. What he wasn't - was very tall. I was looking him pretty much eye to eye with me in two inch heels. During the ride to the school gymnasium he asked me how much I knew about dancing, what signals I wanted to use for him to get me drinks and how much, if at all he was to talk to my friends. Had I told them anything about him and did I want him to be a friend of a friend, pen-pal, second cousin or something other? I had not told anyone about him, and asked what he would suggest. He said pen-pal was probably safest. He asked if I understood that there could be no sex 'on the clock' because that would be prostitution. That any sex was discretionary and consensual. I told him I didn't think that would be a problem, as I had a boy friend who would have been here tonight were it not for a motorcycle accident. He dropped me off at the entrance, and asked for me to wait for him just inside the doorway while he parked the car. That way my hairstyle wouldn't get ruined by the weather. He certainly was thoughtful, and before the next limo had dropped its passengers he was jogging up the asphalt to retrieve me from the foyer. I produced our invitations and we located our table within minutes. He deposited my wrap on the back of my chair, reversed so my exposed back wouldn't touch the metal of the chair and asked what I would like to drink. He politely kissed me on the cheek and walked to the punch bowl. He brought two punch glasses and two water glasses back. I'll bet he's waited tables a time or two as well. After sipping the punch he asked if he might have this dance. Four dances later we returned to our seats. I was warm and he was terrific. He chatted with me and another couple at the table while I sipped punch for maybe two or three more songs. We then danced until the band took its break. He escorted me back to the table, refilled our drinks and asked me if he might be excused for a cigarette break outside, promising to return in five minutes. The Band returned and he was back before the prom court introductions. I couldn't smell anything but his cologne when he returned, how do you suppose he does that. We waited until two songs had passed before dancing again. We stopped maybe twice the remainder of the prom. He rubbed my feet that last time. That probably was a mistake because I didn't last three more dances. I should have brought other shoes, but he said bare feet looked good on me, and I believed him. I looked terrific; people were watching us dance all night, every time we were on the dance floor people made way for us as we swished around the room. I felt so light in his arms, so delicate and beautiful. The post prom party was more of the same, except the punch had vodka mixed in, and it went down much easier. A couple fellas from my class asked to dance with me, and that was okay, but I didn't feel as special with them. Dave just stood by and discreetly watched. One of the cheer leaders walked over and talked to him; hoping he would dance with her, but he just chatted her up until I returned. Several people asked if we were going to the forest preserve to watch the sunrise, but Dave said that was my decision. I said no a couple times and David backed me up, but eventually I relented. I said we'd only stay for a few minutes, then leave. Well it took longer than I anticipated. The vodkas were making me feel warm and friendly. Jimmy's best friend from school had felt me up during our last dance, and I was starting to think sex was a good idea. Dave had been a perfect gentleman, suave and debonair. During the ride I broached the subject of sex and Dave said he would consider it. I suggested that since sex was 'off-the-clock' I didn't know how this could work. He told me that he was going to consider 'the clock' as having stopped when we left the post-prom party. That sounded terrific, actually better than terrific. I suggested we park close to the trees and he agreed. He asked what kind of sex I liked, and I said I didn't know there was a menu. He suggested several things that I didn't know much about, then he said 'S&M' which I did recognize. Jimmy wasn't interested in anything except strait fucking and 'bondage' sounded sophisticated. He asked me if I wanted to tie him up, or if he should tie me up. I told him I didn't have any idea how to go about it, so could he tie me up. I would trust him to keep me safe. He popped the trunk compartment and jumped out of the car, returning with a small gym bad. He produced a condom, a couple rolls of white tape and elastic bandages. After showing me these things he asked if I was still interested. Once we started he would assume that any squirming and yelling I did was just part of the 'scene' because some people get off on the struggling. I said I understood. He turned me so that my back was to him and started unbuttoning my dress. He kneaded my shoulder muscles and pushed the straps off my shoulders. As my dress fells away, his warm hands were rubbing me everywhere above the waist. My bra disappeared as my breasts fell into his warm strong hands. The palms of his hands circling my breasts, raising my nipples and the little nubs around the tits. He kissed the base of my neck and pulled me to him. I half turned to meet his kiss and let his tongue explore my mouth. When that kiss finished he asked if I was ready. I was more than ready and said so. He turned my back to him again, dropped his hands to my elbows and pulled them together behind my back. He held them together with one hand and picked up a roll of tape with the other. He circled my arms just below and above the elbows with several wraps of tape. He asked if it was too tight, and I said it was tight but okay. Next thing he does is place a strip of tape across my eyes. His hands are rubbing my shoulders, neck and breasts again. After a few minutes my breathing is becoming more labored and when my mouth gaps open he stuffs in a cloth. He carefully wrapped the elastic bandage around my head to hold it in and preserve my hairdo.. He checked with me again to see if I'm okay and I nod my head yes, but I'm a little scared and very excited. He wraps tape around my wrists and then begins pushing my dress down, I try to lift my hips to help him. He picks me up and folds me over the front seat, my boobs hanging above the back seat foot space as he finishes removing my cloths. His hands are busy again, rubbing my thighs and exploring my privates. I'm very wet, panties soaked kind of wet. His face is so close I can feel his breath, he must be smelling my crotch. All of a sudden I feel this wet something touch my bottom and I jump, shrieking into the gag. He says . . "Interesting, very interesting." He crossed my legs Indian style and taped them together. Then returned to exploring my butt. Very light touches to the insides of my thighs, followed with more licking of my clit. Soon I was breathing very hard through my nose and squirming to the rhythm of his fingers and tongue. I felt his hands on my butt as he pushed me into the back seat. He worked me over for another twenty minutes and I must have cum three times before he exploded inside me. He rolled me onto my back and pulled the gag out of my mouth. I thank him again and again as he removed tape from my limbs. He massaged my tingling arms and sucked my nipples, stroked my clit and I came again. When he finished cleaning me up, I put my cloths back on and he did up the buttons in back. He kissed my neck and mouth, thanked me for a wonderful evening and drove me home. He walked me to the door. I trudged up the stairs and collapsed into my bed. I woke up still in my gown about two that afternoon. When I finally came downstairs mom said a woman had called a couple times for me and left a phone number. I recognized it as being the escort service and told mom I would return her calls later. I got myself a cup of coffee and some toast as the phone rang. It was the escort service. She suggested I stop by and see her regarding my credit card. I promised to drive over and see her immediately. She asked me if I was happy with the escort supplied last night. When I said he was a perfect gentleman and terrific dancer, she seemed pleased. Seven hours at $185 was $1,295 plus $150 for the car rental. She asked if I wanted it all put on the credit card, or if I wanted a payment plan because the amount was so large. I started to say put it all on the card then got to thinking about interest rates and asked for her to elaborate. She suggested that I make myself available for dates since I was such a good dancer. She inferred that I already had a good idea of how escorts were expected to behave. I told her I would think about it. I worked off the whole amount in just over three months. I decided to keep taking dates after the debt was retired, but she warned me that not all dates would necessarily be as warm and fuzzy as I'd had so far. After a couple appointments with people that didn't speak English I decided to be more selective. The dates became less frequent and income declined. Jimmy healed and went off to college in the fall. I decided to work for a year to help with tuition. Not really, I was just so fed up with school, class rooms held no appeal for me. I figured Jimmy was history anyway. I was window shopping in Granville, looking for . . . well just looking. A pink Cadillac passed me, circled the block then rolled down its rear window as I approached on the sidewalk. "Hi. Remember me?" It was my escort David from the prom, sitting next to him was a dark haired woman in a blue suit. He spoke again but I missed it. I approached the car and said I hadn't heard what he said. He asked if I would like to get in, so we could talk easier. That probably bothered me on some level, but none that I was aware of at the moment I climbed into the back of the car. David introduced me to the woman. We talked for maybe ten minutes before I said . . . "Sure, why not?" We drove to a hotel on Capital Drive, parked and took the elevator to the top floor. We had drinks at the wet bar in the room and discussed the scene we were about to enter. I must have missed the part about my clothes, and I'm sure I didn't hear anything about a cane. My bottom was sore for almost a week. It took me two months to spend all the money. White Slavery Dave kept driving the car as Monica blew her nose. She'd been crying all day thinking about their situation. She knew her and Dave had a lot going for them in spite of their financial situation. Monica was gorgeous. Her and Dave had been married for three years. They planned on having children. They bought a cozy little ranch home about two years ago. Who would have thought that things would get this bad! Monica had been working as a bank teller until the bank merged. She was laid off from her job like several hundred others. Dave worked at another bank as a loan officer. Things got so bad that he was laid off when their bank almost failed. The two of them couldn't find anything decent except Dave worked as a cashier down at a local grocery store. Their savings was dwindling down to the last few dollars and the mortgage was due again. Everything they worked so hard to achieve was in jeopardy. It was until last week. That's when Dave was approached at the store where he worked by a man he didn't know. He made Dave an offer. Dave was so scared and upset he threatened to call the police. The man calmed him down until he was able to give David his sales pitch. Dave and Monica's problems would be solved over night. The man explained this wild idea which involved selling his wife's services for a whole year. Dave couldn't remember exactly what persuaded him to allow this man to speak to Monica and him together but he did and the deal was done. Dave suddenly slammed on his breaks as Monica looked over at him to see what was wrong. The dirt road they were traveling on was dark. There wasn't a building for miles except this tiny little sign on the side of the road. The white sign had the letters WWS printed on it. Dave had no idea what that meant other than he was told to watch for a white sign with those letters. He was to follow the dirt drive back into the woods until he came upon a guard shake. The night was dark, there wasn't even a moon. All Dave could see was a man shinning a flashlight for him to stop. Dave showed the man the letter and he was directed through a barbwire gate. He pulled up next to a roll of cars and parked. There was a large pole building a couple hundred feet from where they parked. Monica busted out crying. "Honey, lets go I don't think we should go through with this." Dave leaned over as Monica cried on his shoulder. He rubbed her back and hugged her tight. Somebody tapped on the car window startling the couple. There was a man standing outside motioning them to hurry up. Dave opened the door and walked around taking his wife's hand. The man waiting for them was wearing a dark hood. He seemed polite as he directed the couple to follow them to the pole building. The man knocked on the steel door and it immediately opened. They followed him inside. There were several men standing around wearing hoods just like the man that lead them in. One of the men walked directly into Dave's face and said. "I need you to follow me while we prepare your Mrs." Dave looked a little confused and concerned as two of the hooded men grabbed hold of his wife's arms and started to take her away. Monica twisted until she broke loose and ran to Dave crying. He immediately took her into his arms as she stood crying and held her tight. "It's alright honey. I'll see you a little later on." She was afraid even though they were well informed of the procedures that would take place that night. Everything just seemed so scary. Monica finally regained enough of herself to be walked out of the room as Dave was taken to another room. The place wasn't much more than a barn with a few makeshift rooms. Dave was taken into another room where the man they called the Trader was waiting. There were several men standing around while the Trader got ready to speak. "I'll have you taken out into the arena area in a few minutes. As soon as the bidding starts on our first cow, you will be seated at the back of the arena where you can watch the progress for yourself and see that I'm not going to cheat you out of any money. Cow? What did he mean by calling Monica a cow? Dave stood near the desk as he waited while the Trader flipped through the contract. "Everything seems to be in order. You'll be brought back here where you'll be paid in full once your cow has been sold." "Excuse me sir but Monica isn't a cow. She's my wife and I don't appreciate you degrading her like this." The Trader just stopped what he was doing and starred at Dave for a few seconds before he replied. "Wouldn't you say that you're the one who is degrading your precious Monica? You agreed to have her sold here tonight didn't you?" Dave stuttered and replied. Well.....Uh......Yes....But.....Not like this.....I mean, I was told my wife wasn't going to be hurt." "Nobody is going to get harmed here tonight, I can assure you of that. We have our way of running our business here. We have clients to expect the best merchandise." The Trader leaned forward adding. ""Do you think my clients come here to see somebody get hurt? Why would they want to pay top dollar for a cow that wasn't up to our standards?" Dave swallowed. "I guess I'm not use to hearing my wife referred to as a cow." The trader pointed his finger saying. "Get over it. Your going to hear the auctioneer referring to all the cows in that manor out in the arena." The trader turned to one of the men. "You can take him out there to wait now." Two men approached Dave pointing to another door. Just as Dave was about to leave the Trader spoke out. "I think you will be very pleased with the selling price your beautiful cow is going to bring tonight." Dave was taken around the back of the building and brought back in through another door. He could hear a crowd of people inside as he was lead inside where he could peek through a small doorway looking out into what they called the arena. Dave was so nervous he hardly noticed the other men being held in the same area. Dave looked at them and figured they were here for the same reason. Nobody spoke as they just stood waiting until somebody finally came through the door and escorted them out into the arena area. The room was filled with people who were mostly all seated in a typical auction fashion. Dave and the other men were lead up onto a small bleacher section at the back of the arena. There was just enough room for the small group of men. Dave finally started to count them. He thought he counted twenty. Dave looked around at the audience seated in front of him on metal chairs. There were all sorts of people. White men, black men, Arabs in full dress and a few women. They all looked wealthy and important. Another hooded man approached them and spoke to the group. "As soon as your cow is sold, you will be escorted back to the Trader to complete your transaction. Just sit tight, the auction is going to begin soon." Dave gulped and looked around at some of the other men. The lights dimmed about five minutes later as a man stood on a lighted stage. "Ladies and gentlemen. We're going to start here in just a minute. Make sure you have your bid paddles where I can see them when you make a bid tonight. We'll be bringing the cows in one at a time. Please look at your auction guide where you'll find additional information on the cows." The auctioneer walked over to the center of the stage as the lights got brighter and a curtain opened to the rear of the stage. A petite blonde walked out wearing a pink thigh high robe. She was wearing spike heels and carefully walked out toward the auctioneer. "That's my wife! That's my wife, Cindy!" Oh my God, it's my wife!" Dave turned to his right and looked at the man who spoke. One of the hooded men walked over and told him to quiet down. Dave hadn't noticed the large plasma television screens hanging from the rafters until now. They all lit up at once showing a close-up of the blonde's face. Dave turned to look at the man again and saw tears in his eyes. He must be in shock seeing his wife up their ready to be auctioned and sold to the highest bidder. Dave turned to look at the screen nearest to them and starred at the blondes face. She looked frightened standing up there. Dave wondered if she always looked so beautiful or did they make her up to resemble a gorgeous actress. The auctioneer began to speak. "Look here ladies and gentlemen. We have our first fine specimen standing before us. This is a petite natural blonde with green eyes. Let me point out the long slim legs and thin ankles You male bidders can imagine how those tiny little heels would feel like digging into your back on a cold winter night." "Oh my God!" Dave looked at the man again when he spoke out again hoping he wouldn't get himself in any kind of trouble. "Let's have a little peek at what's under the robe." The auctioneer helped the little blonde as she unwrapped the belt on the robe letting it fall open revealing her beautiful petite body for the crowd. There were gasps and chanting as the auctioneer helped her remove it completely and tossed it on the stage floor. The camera's caught everything as the image panned downward toward her pussy mound. The camera zoomed in on a neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair on her pussy mound. The auctioneer held her hand while he pointed toward her pussy. "As you can see ladies and gentlemen, she is a natural blonde. Take particular note of her flat belly and the way her gorgeous hips flare out. Let's turn you around and have you bend over and put your hands on your knees little one." The tiny blonde housewife turned around until her ass was facing the crowd as the auctioneer helped her bend down as she touched her knees. "Hold it right their for me please. Look here at this gorgeous soft little ass ladies and gentlemen." The auctioneer was rubbing the palm of his hand across her ass cheeks than leaned down further pointing out her pussy from behind. "look at that puffy little slit peeking out from under there. Doesn't that look inviting? The camera got a splendid close-up of her gorgeous pussy from behind. The auctioneer helped her straighten back up and had her turn around to face the audience again. He waived his hand across her nipples making them poke out as hard as can be. "Look at those beauties ladies and gentlemen. I bet you can feel your lips and teeth teasing those wonderful nipples right now.......OK, ladies and gentlemen, who is going to start the bed for this lovely creature?" Dave saw bid paddles raising in the air everywhere. There were auction helpers walking around ready to point out the bidders to the auctioneer. "Who'll give me a million, do I hear a million?" The helpers we hollering out each time a bid was taken. They were up to seven million. "Look at this little beauty! She's worth much more than that, folks." The auctioneer raised her left hand and smiled as he positioned her hand so the camera could get a nice shot of her wedding rings. "He held back laughter as he said. "Look here ladies and gentlemen. She's still wearing her wedding rings. She's almost a virgin. Who'll give me ten million?" There were bidders still raising their paddle for the young housewife as he took their bids. He was somewhere at fifteen million now. "Come on ladies and gentlemen, certainly you have plenty of good uses for this little blonde cow! Maybe perhaps you might want to consider breeding her with one of those fine young black bulls you have in your stable?" He kept taking bids as he held onto the blondes hand. Dave turned to see her husband wiping tears from his eyes as he watched his wife being sold. "Do I hear twenty-three million anyone?......This is the last call ladies and gentlemen....Going once.....Twice........" The auctioneer picked up a gavel and slapped it down across his podium. "Sold for twenty-two million, five hundred thousand to the gentlemen on the left!" Dave gulped as he did the figures in his head. The husband was going to be paid forty percent of the sale. Wow.....that's over eight million dollars! They're going to be rich when this is all over! Dave hardly paid any attention to the husband as he watched the blonde being escorted back behind the stage. One of the bidders helpers was walking a tall black man around the side and up behind the stage. Dave figured he must have been the winning bidder. The crowd got a little loud with all the whispers going back and forth while two hooded men walked over to the blondes husband. "You can come with us now sir." Dave watched him wipe another tear from his face as he stood and carefully walked down the bleachers with the two hooded men. They took him out the back as Dave focused on the lighted stage again. Dave's hear began to race wondering if his wife were to be next. The crowd gasped as a tall buxom redhead walked out onto the stage next. Dave felt a little relieved knowing Monica wasn't going to be sold next. The camera took a good close-up of her smiling face. You could certainly see that she was wearing a lot of makeup as well and was trying her best to keep smiling. She just looked like she would start crying at any second as the auctioneer took hold of her left hand. The auctioneer leaned over and whispered into her ear and she shook her head. Dave heard a man down at the end of the roll say, Sue! He looked over and saw a middle aged man covering his mouth with his hand. His eyes were tearing up as he starred straight forward. Dave thought to himself that it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which wife belonged to which husband seated with him. The tall redhead was wearing the same kind of pink robe as the blonde. Dave figured it was something they were all probably wearing. She wore spike high heels as well and looked like a goddess standing out there as she faced the audience. "Isn't she just a beauty ladies and gentlemen? Just look at this natural long red hair. Makes you wonder if she's that hot in bed!" There were laughs coming from the crown of people as the auctioneer helped the redhead remove her robe. The robe fell to the floor revealing her gorgeous buxom figure. She had one of the nicest large pair of breasts that Dave had saw in a while. The auctioneer didn't waste anytime running the palm of his hand across her nipples making them stick out as hard as little stones. "Don't you think these are gorgeous ladies and gentlemen? I have to tell you up front that this gorgeous creature has given birth to two healthy siblings already. You can see the slight bulge of her belly but still a fine specimen." The auctioneer actually reached out and held one of her large breasts in his hand and said. "These are wonderful and I think she could breast feed a lot more with these babies." He leaned over and asked the redhead. "Did you breast feed your children my dear?" She nodded her head up and down that she did. He kept kneading her boob as he smiled at the audience than cleared his throat and finally let go. "I could do that all evening folks." Everyone laughed as he had the redhead turn around and touch her knees like he did with the petite little blonde. "Look at this plump round succulent looking ass ladies and gentlemen. It's certainly a magnet for those handsome black bulls you have in your stable. There is nothing those black bulls love more than a perfect white plump ass like this one ladies and gentlemen." The camera got really close showing her pussy slit as the auctioneer helped spread apart her ass cheeks than gave her a playful slap before having her turn back around to face the crowd. He smiled at the redhead saying. "I apologize for the little slap my dear. It's just that your ass is so attractive and inviting." He raised her left hand and smiled at the crowd as he held it up for the camera. The camera zoomed in to see that her wedding rings were already removed. Dave looked over at the husband and noticed he was holding onto them in his fingers as he starred up at the stage. "Isn't that wonderful, ladies and gentlemen. She's already removed her wedding rings for her new owner." There were chuckles coming from the crowd as the auctioneer began. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, who will start me off at a million? Do I hear a million from anyone?" Hands were raising and the auctioneer kept going up. He was a ten million now and they were still going strong. "She's worth much more folks, just look at those breasts again and tell me what you think? Will somebody give me fifteen?" Dave was surprised that the bidding was going higher for the redhead than for what the petite blonde sold for a few minutes ago. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have twenty-three million dollars now do I head twenty four?" Dave saw somebody in the back row raise there paddle and the auctioneer yelled out again trying to get twenty-five. "Let's try this one more time folks, do I hear twenty-six anywhere? Come on folks, this is the last call for twenty-six million!" It looked like the bidding was done for a moment when a large black man in the back row raised his paddle in just the nick of time as the auctioneer said." "Thank you very much sir, do I hear anyone else in at twenty-six, five?" Everyone got quiet as the auctioneer did his last call. "I have twenty-six million.....Going once.....Twice......Sold to the gentlemen in the back row for twenty six million dollars." Dave watched as the redhead was escorted off the stage and the two hooded men came and got the husband. Dave looked over at the man seated next to him and finally spoke to him. "I wonder why she went for more than the pretty little blonde?" The man leaned toward Dave whispering back. "I would imagine because she hand a nice wide ass on her, you know those black men love those big asses on a white woman don't you?" Dave nodded his head. "I suppose your right, I always noticed that myself." Dave began wondering about Monica since she had a nice round ass herself. She wasn't fat by any means but she had what many guys would consider a healthy looking fine body. Dave sat and watched as they brought out another blonde. She started to cry before they got her sold but the auctioneer gave her tissue and a hug until she was able to smile again. There were two women who rushed out on stage and touched up her makeup before the auctioneer started the sale. She didn't fetch as much as the first two wives and only sold for fifteen million. It was probably because she cried and perhaps the bidders felt that would cause a problem down the road somewhere. Dave found himself crossing his fingers hoping Monica wouldn't start crying out there. Dave knew it was an awful thought but if she was going to be sold for millions tonight that it might as well be for a hefty chunk of money. That blonde was followed by another blonde than a redhead with short hair and a petite body. They all fetched over twenty million dollars. Dave watched the stage and his heart sank as his beloved wife walked out onto the stage smiling at the auctioneer like she was Vienna White hosting jeopardy. She strutted out and he took her hand and turned and smiled at the audience. The camera panned in taking a nice shot of Monica's smile. She looked so beautiful made up like a model. Dave never seen her look so beautiful like this before. The auctioneer helped Monica remove her pink robe and everyone gasped as her gorgeous body was revealed. "Isn't she just gorgeous, ladies and gentlemen? Just look at those large breasts and flat tummy." The camera panned downward and focused on her neatly shaven pussy. Dave knew Monica wasn't shaven when they came here. "Take a good look at that pretty smooth pussy mound, folks. Our staff just shaved it for your pleasure this evening." White Slavery That answered Dave's thoughts. The auctioneer held Monica's hand while he spun her around. She was doing rather well in those high heels they put on her. Her legs looked a mile long in them. She bent down as the audience gasped once her perfect round ass was in full view. "Just look at this fine white ass folks, have you ever seen such a finer specimen like this one?" Monica was almost touching her ankles so there was no need for the auctioneer to spread her cheeks apart. Her pouting pussy lips was in plan view as the camera panned in for a nice shot. The auctioneer helped Monica straighten up and turned her around flicking her nipples with his hands. "Just look at these folks, they remind me of rip red cherries." He squeezed on breast in his hand showing the audience that they were real and not silicone. "They are one hundred percent natural, folks. She's never been breed before and almost a virgin." He kind of laughed to himself and made a gesture like Monica wouldn't hear him and leaned away and forward saying. "Our staff says her husband is only four inches long! How is that for an almost virgin cow...Huh? The place filled with laughter. Dave's face got red as a beet as the other husband's starred at him. "Yes folks, this is our only natural brunette for the sale this evening and perhaps the finest looking bitch of them all. Just imagine if you may how your black bulls are going to droll over this young fine specimen." The auctioneer held up her left hand as the camera panned in for a close shot of her fingers. "Look here folks, she already removed her wedding rings for her new owner." He pointed out her ring finger saying. "You can see her rings were recently removed by the slight tan mark on her finger." The auctioneer lowered her hand but still held onto her as he started the bidding. "Let's get started for this attractive brunette and give me the first bid of two million dollars!" Dave was surprised, he always started with one million but there were hands raised everywhere as the auctioneer kept asking for higher bids. They were up to eighteen million now and there were still hands being raised to bid on Monica. Dave had tingles everywhere as the bidding reached twenty-nine million dollars. One of the helpers was waiving his hand from the seats until he got the auctioneers attention. The auctioneer waived for him to come forward where they whispered for almost two minutes. Dave had no idea what was wrong or what maybe going on as Monica stood naked waiting to be sold. They finally broke up their little meeting as the auctioneer cleared his throat and addressed the crowd. "I have a special request by a bidder this evening, folks. Thos of you that have been to our auctions in the past know that we sometimes get requests to sell the husband along with the cow. We have one of those requests here tonight that would like to purchase them both." Dave's eyes widened by this time as the other husband's turned to stare at him. "Will somebody bring up the young fellow up to the stage for me please." Dave almost had a heart attack right than and there as the two hooding men motioned for him to stand up. Dave stood and worked his way down the bleachers as the two big men held onto his arms as they walked him up to the stage. They kept hold of his arms about twenty feet from Monica as the auctioneer waited than turned toward the crowd again and continued. "Here we are, folks. The husband!" Everyone laughed loud and Dave felt like crawling under the stage if he could. "I hope this doesn't discourage any of you from bidding on this fine looking specimen. We're going to start the bidding right where we left off. You have a choice of taking the husband with the cow or opting out on him." Dave was standing just slights to the left and behind of Monica. She never turned her head to even look at him once as the auctioneer started the bidding again. He got a faint sniff of Monica's perfume from his spot. It was driving him insane. "I have thirty million dollars, folks. Who'll give me thirty-one?" Dave just stood there and closed his eyes until the bidding was all over and done. "I have thirty-five million.....Going Once.....Twice.......Sold to the man in the back row." The two men held Dave until Monica was escorted off the stage. Dave was taken out the side door and lead up to the office. He was taken to the Traders office where he was waiting for Dave. "It looks like you earned a lot of money tonight my friend. I have here, fourteen million dollars. It looks like the bidder bought you along with your cow tonight. I'm holding onto your money until you have fulfilled your obligation with the bidder. You will be paid in cash at the time of your release." Dave just starred at him not knowing what he should do next. "I'm giving you forty-eight hours to get your business together and report to the international airport terminal at three in the afternoon on Monday. You'll be met there by a person that will give you a plane ticket where you will meet up with your new owner." Dave stuttered saying. "Can I speak to my wife before I leave tonight?" The Trader just starred at Dave for a second than opened a drawer and took out a white envelope containing Monica's wedding rings. "You better take these and put them in a safe place for now and we expect you to be at the airport at three sharp." Dave never got an answer to his question about speaking to Monica as the two men escorted him out of the office and into the parking area. Dave felt so empty hearted as he turned the key starting the car. He looked over at the empty seat wondering if they made a wise choice.