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The two women sat at the bar, scanning the club for a suitable victim. It was one of the most popular nightclubs in the city, catering to the younger generation and frequently underage as well, although the bouncers always picked the ones that would at least pass for legal age. The Iron Hook Society was holding it's monthly gala tonight and it always included a slave auction as the climax to the festivities. College girls, housewives, secretaries---all were fair game. Once kidnapped they would never be seen again.
The women spied a sexy girl a few tables away...nice curves, jet black hair, blue eyes....perfect. The two nodded at each other.
One of them asked the bartender who told them what drink the girl was having. They paid for her next round, drugging it before it was delivered to the unsuspecting victim.
Just as they planned, with minutes the girl face planted the table. The two women got up and went over.
"My friend and I work at a hospital," one said...."Let us help her up..."
One of the victim's friends started to rise but the women waved her down. "Don't worry...we'll get her to the bathroom...we'll be back in a couple minutes..."
Of course they weren't. A car was waiting out back....the girl was taken in, stripped naked, ballgagged and bound.
It was probably the noise from the other girls that woke up Forest.....she was in a line with 3 other girls, all naked, gagged, their wrists up above their heads, wrists secured to ceiling hooks....their legs were forced apart, spreader bars attached to their ankles. The girls looked at each other, fear in their eyes and justifiably so.
"Welcome to this evening's auction," the slender auctioneer said, impeccably dressed in a tuxedo. "As always, the Iron Hook Society promises only the finest girls for their auction.....tonight we have a splendid selection to choose from, all of them being freshly.....acquired. And as always, cash is the preferred form of payment but checks will be accepted. Now, without further to do, we offer tonight's beauties for sale...."
The stage was dark. Slowly the LED pin lights became brighter and the line up of moaning, struggling captives was on display.
Rows and rows of chairs were occupied by imaccuately dressed men and women, all hoping to find that one special girl to mold into the ideal sex slave.
32 year old Sylvia sat crosslegged loking over the line up....the brunette dominatrix was well known in the society. Sylvia Anderson, or 'Madame Sylvia' as she was known in the circle was what they called 'Old money'....her ancestors were wealthy bankers and continued after immigrating to America 2 centuries ago. Her family owned some of the most well known property in the city.
Sylvia, a well respected banker in her own right had a dark side that only the society was even vaguely aware of....she was a veteran lesbian dominatrix. What she wanted she always got and as she looked down the row of nude and struggling women, she knew what she wanted....the raven haired blue eyed beauty on the far end.
She waited patiently as the other girls, one at a time were being bid on, biding her time....she knew she could easily outbid anyone in the room. Tonight she would have a new sex slave.
The women spied a sexy girl a few tables away...nice curves, jet black hair, blue eyes....perfect. The two nodded at each other.
One of them asked the bartender who told them what drink the girl was having. They paid for her next round, drugging it before it was delivered to the unsuspecting victim.
Just as they planned, with minutes the girl face planted the table. The two women got up and went over.
"My friend and I work at a hospital," one said...."Let us help her up..."
One of the victim's friends started to rise but the women waved her down. "Don't worry...we'll get her to the bathroom...we'll be back in a couple minutes..."
Of course they weren't. A car was waiting out back....the girl was taken in, stripped naked, ballgagged and bound.
It was probably the noise from the other girls that woke up Forest.....she was in a line with 3 other girls, all naked, gagged, their wrists up above their heads, wrists secured to ceiling hooks....their legs were forced apart, spreader bars attached to their ankles. The girls looked at each other, fear in their eyes and justifiably so.
"Welcome to this evening's auction," the slender auctioneer said, impeccably dressed in a tuxedo. "As always, the Iron Hook Society promises only the finest girls for their auction.....tonight we have a splendid selection to choose from, all of them being freshly.....acquired. And as always, cash is the preferred form of payment but checks will be accepted. Now, without further to do, we offer tonight's beauties for sale...."
The stage was dark. Slowly the LED pin lights became brighter and the line up of moaning, struggling captives was on display.
Rows and rows of chairs were occupied by imaccuately dressed men and women, all hoping to find that one special girl to mold into the ideal sex slave.
32 year old Sylvia sat crosslegged loking over the line up....the brunette dominatrix was well known in the society. Sylvia Anderson, or 'Madame Sylvia' as she was known in the circle was what they called 'Old money'....her ancestors were wealthy bankers and continued after immigrating to America 2 centuries ago. Her family owned some of the most well known property in the city.
Sylvia, a well respected banker in her own right had a dark side that only the society was even vaguely aware of....she was a veteran lesbian dominatrix. What she wanted she always got and as she looked down the row of nude and struggling women, she knew what she wanted....the raven haired blue eyed beauty on the far end.
She waited patiently as the other girls, one at a time were being bid on, biding her time....she knew she could easily outbid anyone in the room. Tonight she would have a new sex slave.