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Maverick walked around the basement of his casino, looking over the merchandise. Every month he held a street-type auction market in the lower levels of his casino. Sometimes he would have a stage where sellers could make their buyers walk around for an actual auction type, but other times it mostly ran as a market where sellers would place their merchandise for people to walk around and look at to buy. You could usually touch them - anywhere - and if the seller allowed it you could take the slave for a test drive, though for a certain fee. Everyone in here, sellers and buyers, were people that he knew, had done extensive background checks on, and were almost part of the club of a sort. If you were a new face, you had to be checked first and you could only come in with another member. Walking along the line, his eye was caught by a rather beautiful brunette. She hung with her wrists roped together and tied to a hook that had been placed there, as many sellers would put merchandise up in this fashion and with how she moved under the gaze of those who passed and how her eyes looked around, the man could tell she was new. “Where did you find her?” Maverick asked, moving a finger over her gagged lips as he looked her over again. She was quite beautiful indeed.
Aurora had been taken only a few days ago, grabbed on her way home. She’d been bound, gagged, and kept in a cage since then. They had kept her on a liquid diet, hoping to keep her hungry without starving her in order to cool her temper. She had never considered herself horribly spoiled. Though she did have anything she asked for with no issue, she kept the requests as modest as she could. That was why they hadn’t realized how much her family was worth. Her clothes were in tatters on the bottom of the cage, modest clothing that were nice without flaunting her wealth.
When they’d pulled her from the cage to string her up, Aurora tried to struggle. Her ankles were bound together in a similar fashion, only allowing her to stamp her feet in protest as she was brought to Maverick’s attention. The way her arms were bound above her head forced her tits on display, preventing her from trying to hide anything. She glared as the man touched her gagged lips, yelling garbled protests at him.
“I found this one on the nice side of town. We didn’t even recognize what a prize we’d nabbed until we looked through her purse.” The man got a bit excited, reaching into the purse that was latched to the cage they kept her in. “Look at that last name, Ricky. Her family is easily worth a hundred billion dollars. Billion, man. That’s more money than any of us will ever see.” He shrugged, reaching out to pinch Aurora’s nipple which made her squirm away from him. “That’s why I’ve got to sell her fast. I figure, to the right person… She’s worth quite a bit. Even with her little attitude problem.”
He notices how she struggles, especially how they escalate as he gets closer and moves a finger across her lips. She had fire in her, but not like a raging fire, something a little more light and he knew that he could either twist that fire to enjoy it or just burn it out entirely. He wanted to learn more to find out. It was almost like she caught him in a spell. Her beauty was pristine, and something about her just constantly made you look at her. It wasn’t just her body, though it was beautiful, it was just everything about her. He moves a hand lightly down her jaw and towards her breasts before letting go before he could land his fingers to trail down between them. Turning to her slaver, he raises an eyebrow at the implications he was talking about. However, when he brings out that purse, noticing the higher worth it was, then her drivers license was shown to him and he lets out a low whistle. He certainly wasn’t wrong, though this seller was greatly ignorant to how much money that Maverick had from the casino alone, let alone this underground business. But he had a point, if he was going to sell he needed to do it fast. Maverick didn’t much care for how much her family was worth, to him it wasn’t about that, but he knew then that she would be worth more, but he didn’t think he’d be unwilling to pay it. “Can I take her to my office, ask her a few questions, test some things out?”
Aurora struggled harder as the man ran his fingers between her breasts. As the men talked about how much she was worth and testing her out, she struggled and yelled from behind her gag. The slaver pinched her nipple again, twisting it as she tried to squirm away from him. She screamed in pain behind the gag, body twisting and bucking until he released her nipple. Aurora was panting, whining softly. “Behave yourself, girl. I’m talking to a potential buyer for you.” He turned his attention back to Maverick, nodding a bit. “You can take her for a little test drive. Just not too much testing. I think this one might be a virgin. She doesn’t move her hips like a proper whore, lacks that canter that comes from riding a cock.”
Again, Aurora got riled up by their disgusting talk about her body as if she wasn’t there and couldn’t hear them talking about her sexual status so blatantly. Aurora struggled and yelled behind the gag again, the slaver reaching down to pinch her clit as she tried to squirm away. She screamed out in pain, head flying back in pain as she stomped her feet and writhed. He released her clit, leaving her panting and crying as he pulled her rope-bound wrists from the hook above her head. “Now, be a good girl.” He passed her to Maverick, Aurora looked up at the man as she pleadingly shook her head. The man slapped her ass, telling her that he wouldn’t help her. Nobody would.
Maverick looked over the girl, Aurora apparently was her name, as she struggled every time her nipple was twisted and when he pinched at her clit. While he wasn’t particularly fond of red or bruised nipples in girls, he rather preferred red and swelling asses himself, he did like the sounds that she made, especially into a gag. And he liked how she struggled, it was kind of cute how she moved in her bindings, completely helpless. “Don’t worry,” he tells the other man, moving to take Aurora’s bound hands, “I won’t test her extensively, unless she makes me of course.” He gives the brunette a pointed look before turning back to him, “And hopefully I will not take too long. I just want to get to know our little girl here.” He looks down at Aurora and tells her, his voice a little deeper to show his dominance. “As for you, unless you want to make this harder and much more painful for you, you better follow me while I lead you.” With that, he gives a nod to the man and pulls at her bound wrists, forcing her to follow but he felt for if she resisted.
Aurora shivered in fear as the man talked to the slaver, shaking her head as they talked about what they were going to do with her. She was afraid, but still angry at the injustices of them discussing selling her like she was cattle. The man spoke to her directly, which was the first time she’d been spoken to rather than about other than the light punishments since she’d been taken. The slaver would nonchalantly pinch her nipples or clit, watching her struggle in pain before stopping. He tried to avoid hitting her, concerned about leaving bruises on his prized captive.
She looked up at him, trying to steel herself defiantly rather than showing fear. Aurora didn’t want them to know that she was afraid, even as her body trembled. He led her by her bound wrists, the woman hesitating to follow as she dragged her feet after him. But, she didn’t actively struggle against him as she was concerned that he was going to hurt her.
He feels her hesitate as she walks, and after the first few steps she keeps doing it, he jolts her forward slightly and tells her, keeping his voice calm and not turning to look at her, “hurry up. Like I said, unless you want to make this painful you need to listen. Walk.” He makes the last word a tone slightly harsher but doesn’t lose his pace. It wasn’t like he was going fast. She’d need to learn discipline certainly, she was very fresh and although all new girls were defiant to their new lifestyle, she perhaps had a bit more attitude and feelings about it due to her status from before. As he walked to his office, a few of the sellers and buyers looked over at them, a few eyeing her as she walked by but knew not to say anything out of fear of Maverick coming back for them. He takes her to the far end of the building, where his office was and close to the steps that led upstairs to the actual casino and hotel, locked of course. Opening the door, the music and general commotion of the outside underground was immediately muffled and he moved her to sit at a rather nice, almost lounge like dark green chair near the door. He tells her, letting go of the bonds on her wrists, “I’ll give you some advice, you try and leave you’ll be running back through the auction, full range and without a seller or buyer. You’ll be free meat for whoever catches you first and once your seller finds you again I’m sure he’d love to make an example. So if I were you, I’d sit there and answer the questions I’m going to ask you.” He begins to take the whiskey from the corner of his desk and pour some from the flask into a cup. Once it’s half full, he moves to sit down at his desk and look over at her, taking a sip of his drink. “And if I think you’re answering questions falsely, then I’ll do a more extensive search to find my answer. Nod if you understand.”
She whined as he yanked her forward, nodding slightly as she walked behind him. She’d looked at the door to the outside world, hesitating slightly before following him into his office. She’d never make it bound as she was. Her wrists were bound and her ankles were hobbled so she couldn’t do much to escape. She recognized eyes raking over her body as they passed people, Aurora almost glad to be hidden in the office. It was unlike the other heiresses she knew, who constantly wanted to be seen. Aurora wanted to hide, especially with her body so exposed.
She sat down with his assistance, looking up at him nervously as he explained what would happen to her if she tried to escape into the auction room without him or her original captor. She shook in fear, nodding slowly to show that she understood his threat. She even pushed herself further into the chair to prove that she wasn’t going to try anything. Aurora took soft gasping breaths through her nose as he spoke, nervous to answer anything incorrectly. The man seemed so calm, so casually, as he filled her with terror. He acted as though this were a normal conversation rather than being lacked with threats.
Looking over at her as he takes his sip, comfortable in his seat, he watches as she moves to sit further into the seat. Wise girl. As scared as she was, and he knew she wouldn’t be happy with her predicament, she knew how to not make things worse. She knew how to follow not even orders, just suggestions. She’d find them easy to follow if it meant knowing she will face something harsher if she doesn’t. She’ll be easy to train. “Good girl,” he tells her, still using his dominant voice that gave a tone that he held the charge in the room, but it wasn’t as commanding as before. She knew her place with him now, he didn’t need it. /he wanted her to learn what was a dominant tone and what was an ordered warning. He places his glass down on the desk filled with paperwork and books, staring over at her as he relaxes into the chair. He sees her still trembling, taking soft gasps through her nose and tells her calmly, “there is no need for you to be frightened - as long as you answer the questions correctly and I don’t think you’re lying, then you have nothing to fear.” He stares at her for a little longer, watching for her reactions and body tells even already. “I just want to learn more about you. I have a very particular interest in buying you and I want to learn more before I make my final decision.” It was more along the lines of what he wants to learn more about what he was getting into, how he would train her. He already wanted to buy her, even if the price would be large. “First off, and you can just nod yes and no for these by the way, are you a virgin?” The seller didn’t know definitively, but Maverick wanted to.
Aurora sat still, watching the man closely as she shivered nervously. She wasn’t used to being so helpless or exposed, not used to being told she couldn’t have whatever she wanted. It wasn’t that she was horribly spoiled, just that her family gave her whatever she wanted without her needing to do much work. But, Aurora was smart. She wasn’t going to run off through a locked-up place she didn’t understand that was full of people who could hurt her with her ankles hobbled and her wrists bound. She wouldn’t make it.
Aurora didn’t like the man’s mention of buying her, which meant that his questions were because he wanted to own her like she was cattle. His first question made her freeze completely, staring at him for a moment before looking down at the floor. She started to blush nervously, nodding with a soft whine. The man who’d taken her had tried to tease her pussy after a bath and was met with panic, causing him to assume. Aurora was shaking and started crying, nervous that the stranger in front of her would likely take her virginity. She panicked, keeping her head down as she glanced at the door to his office. It was terrifying out there, but it wasn’t much better inside with him either. She started to squirm, inching toward the edge of the seat to attempt an escape before the sight of her hobbled ankles reminded her that she wouldn’t make it far. She choked out a sob, closing her eyes tightly as she leaned forward in the seat.
Watching her begin to break down, he keeps a calm demeanour. He knew how hard this would be on her mind, and he was figuring out how to break her the best way and to create the type of slave that he wanted. However, he watches her reactions, to how she looks at the door and he almost smiles. Good girl, he thinks, she still followed him and his advice even if she was scared. However, watching her begin to shake and squirm as she was, Maverick moved to the one stack of drawers on the one side of his desk and took out a large fleece blanket. Since he would do lots of different physical activities in his office sometimes, it was good to have something for the ground or for the partner after to help keep them warm and comforted. While he wanted to know information, and the dealings weren’t what she’d like, he didn’t want to have her go into shock. And perhaps reaching out to her like this would also help along the road too. Getting up from the desk, he carefully and gently wraps the blanket around her shoulders. He doubted she was given a lot of warmth since she was taken. And since she was a virgin, he had a few less questions for her now. He was already thinking of ideas for what he wanted for her when he finally took her home, the type of lifestyle he would give her first. He goes to sit back down and give her her space. He tells her, relaxing again, “I still have more questions, and you won’t be leaving until I get them all answered, so take your time and let me know when you are ready again.”
Aurora shivered, jumping a bit at the touch of the blanket going over her shoulders. She looked up at him with teary eyes, shaking as she watched him return to the desk. She was afraid of what the rest of his questions would be, worried about what those questions meant for what he was going to do with her if he bought her. Though, he did seem rather sure that he was going to buy her.
This seemed to be a test. She didn’t like the test, not liking what it might mean for her future. She looked around nervously, trying to find a way to escape but knowing that she couldn’t get out as her circumstances were. She was worried about what happened to her when she was alone with someone and out of this place, but he seemed to be in charge. There was no way to be sure what was happening to her now that she’d been taken and it scared her. Aurora looked at the door again, still knowing that it was hopeless. She needed to try to behave until she could make it safer for her to escape. Aurora just hoped that she didn’t have to endure too much to get there. She shivered, looking back at him and closing her eyes as she nodded to show she was ready to answer another question.
He sits quietly and patiently as she composes herself, taking a drink every now and then. He knew this would be a hard adjustment for her, and forcing her away from her feelings may make her get worse or repress them so much into shock. He saw a light in her. He didn’t want to make her a clean slate, completely transform her. He wanted to curl, mend her into what he desired. He was sure she could do it, and knew how to train her as such. He watches her search around again, how her eyes went to the door, but he stayed calmly in his seat knowing she would make the right decision. When she looks over at him and nods, he gives her one nod as well before taking a last sip and setting the glass down again. “I’m only asking these to learn more about your experience and how much training you will need. There is nothing to be ashamed about in your own sexuality,” though he knew that was not the biggest part of why she was crying or feeling embarrassed, in order for him to train her, she would need to get used to completely falling into that part of her. “Again, only nod or shake your head. Have you ever given oral?”
She shivered at the idea that his questions were about how he was going to train her, reminding her that her captivity came with other plans for her. As soon as he actually decided that he wanted her, it wasn’t safe for her anymore. She whimpered into the gag, shaking nervously. Aurora wasn’t exactly embarrassed about her virginity, more uncomfortable with the fact that she was being asked about something she considered so personal as if it was just as simple as asking what her favorite color was.
Aurora shook her head slowly, whining softly as her breath hitched behind the gag. The idea of losing her virginity and other modesties that she hung onto despite her wealth and lifestyle. She still couldn’t completely wrap her head around everything that had happened since she’d been taken, despite the fact that not much had happened at all. But, every moment of it had filled her with fear. She squirmed nervously in the chair, looking around helplessly for some way out. Of course, she knew it wasn’t going to work. But, that didn’t stop her from looking around quickly in an attempt to find a way out.
He watches how she shakes but isn’t surprised or too concerned, especially now that she could shelter and warm herself slightly with the blanket around her to offer some relief. But he had to admit, even whimpering and scared, she looked so good with that gag in her mouth. She would have to learn to like those, especially with the plans he had for her. He would open her eyes to loving that pleasurable side of herself, and help twist her mind to that toy mindset, and then fine tune it with some training to make her the perfect toy. He could already see it, even if she could not. And he knew she’d like it, even if she would never believe it now. She had very little training herself in sexual experiences, and he liked that she was almost a clean slate. Although he’d have to train her how to do it properly, and perhaps get some help from some friends too, but he liked that he would be the one to fine tune her into the toy she would become, that he would be the first one to lead her to those experiences. Maverick nods and tells her, “I think that you will be a good match, even as expensive as I’m sure you will be. I’d have to do some research, make sure I know your medical history for safety reasons, but I think that you’d be perfect.” He smiles lightly at her. “I know that this is a big change sweetheart, but you’ll like it. I promise you that you will.” Her mind will be so twisted when he was done with her that she won’t know otherwise.
Aurora whined into the gag, shaking her head and telling him that she didn’t want to be there at all. She just wanted to go home. Her words were garbled by the gag and she knew he couldn’t really understand her refusal. Nor did he really care. And, of course, she knew he wasn’t going to allow her to leave. The person who had taken her had made it very clear that her previous life was over and that she was never going back. Because nobody could ever know what had happened to her. Apparently, she was too rare a find to be tossed back.
He was talking about purchasing her like she was some prime cut of beef at the store. He claimed they would be a good match and that she would like to belong to him, but she refused to believe that. She hated this whole system, hated him. Aurora wasn’t much like other heiresses she knew. She didn’t have the same ability to always maintain such an ice-cold demeanor. Her act was backed with a genuine kindness. Aurora just hadn’t wanted to be seen as weak since her family had warned her that weakness was not a desirable trait in someone with money. It allowed people to take advantage. But, she didn’t have much choice now. She had any power stripped away from her, unable to speak or fight. Of course she was weak and afraid.
He knew she was scared now, and he watched her as she shook her head and whined into the gag, almost little bubbles forming around it as she began to drool more by her need to speak. But he already had plans for her and how he would break her. He’d make her so lust driven she wouldn’t ever know a difference, would never even remember her life. Once that was finished, then he would begin the full training, and he knew that by then she would love it. And he’d have his beautiful, stunning prize. She was gorgeous, perfect already, and would push her boundaries of pleasure while still honing in on the more weak and gentle nature he saw in her eyes. Taking a quick drink, he tells her, “I want to listen to how you sound, so I want you to stand up and walk over to the desk, just in front of me. Bend over it, arms and wrists stretched out till they reach me and leave the blanket.” He looks her in the eyes and tells her, “and you can either do it yourself, or I can make you. Your choice on how hard you want to make this.”
Aurora didn’t understand what he meant, but she had some understanding that she likely wasn’t going to like it. And, from the nature of the rest of his questions, she assumed it was going to involve touching her body once she was bent over. She shivered, slowly shaking her head as she started to cry. Aurora didn’t want to be touched any more than she already had been, which wasn’t very much. When she’d pulled away in terror with the man who’d taken her, he’d assumed she was a virgin and told her that he didn’t want to mess up her pricetag.
She understood and registered his threats, knowing that he could force her and that it would likely make things worse, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. If he was going to make her bend over that desk, it should be hard. She didn’t want to make it easier for him. Aurora was trying to stay strong and hold up her facade, though she knew that was more difficult as she started to cry. This place was terrifying and humiliating. She just wanted to go home and forget that any of it had ever happened.
He sees her shake her head and and begin to cry harder. He sighs a little and clicks his tongue. He looks over at his drink and takes another sip, finishing the glass. He figured she’d be like this, with how scared she was. He knew it was normal for most girls to be defiantly scared, not defiant in a want to be a hero of themselves, but too scared to do anything. But he had to make a stand, and she needed to know he was in charge. And he would make her listen. She was his now, even if he hadn’t bought her officially yet. He would have her, his own little dove. “I’ll give you another chance, and twenty seconds to make up your mind and be here at my desk how I asked you,” he told her again, giving her one last shot. If she was smart then she’d take it, even through her fear. If not, then he would make her, simple as that. He’d show her that she had options, at least for now, and that he was still in control and would make her do as he wanted. “Twenty seconds starting now,” he tells her, not exactly in a threatening way but with full dominance and control as well.
Aurora shivered in fear as he explained that she had another chance to do as she was told. She stood up nervously, her knees clicking together as she took a tenative step closer. It felt like her legs were going to collapse under her at any moment, but she didn’t want him to hurt her because she wasn’t doing as she was told. She hesitated once she was at the desk, her entire body shivering as she slowly shook her head.
She looked up at him pleadingly, shaking her head to tell him that she couldn’t do it. He was going to touch her once she bent over the desk and she just knew it. And she was so afraid of these people touching her more than they already had. Aurora lifted her bound wrists up to her chest as she laced her fingers together, begging him from behind the gag not to do anything to her. She was sobbing, her entire body shaking and her legs wobbling as she stood. The woman wasn’t used to begging or being so helpless, normally having money or other priviledges to help her when things got sticky. She offered him money and anything that her family could offer if he would just let her go.
Maverick watches her attempt to come to him before watching her bring her hands together to beg him. He stares at her and watched her try to talk and cry behind the large gag in her mouth. The helplessness was a bit more of a turn on for him, but he also didn’t like how scared she look. There was some part of her that got to her heart. There was something more to her than the other girls he had taken. He sighs and then moved to open the bottom drawer on his desk and took out a vibrator. He also grab some pieces of silk rope before he shut it again. He got off his seat and he moved towards her. Perhaps he could break her another way. “Kneel down,” he tells her in a commanding voice but still not one too harsh. He goes towards her, ready in case she fights and first moves her hands so that they would get held up by a hook he had on the wall. He then moved her, manipulating her so that he could tie the ankles to her thighs with the silk rope and kept her open. Next, he placed the vibratory against her clit and folds, taking a bit of a touch of appreciation of her in this position because god she looked so good like this. He then tied the vibratory in place with more silk rope before he turned it on. “You can stay like that until I’m ready to take you upstairs,” he tells her before moving back to his desk.
She shivered nervously as he went over to her and had her kneel down. Aurora struggled as he moved her onto her knees with her arms forced above her head once again. Her ankles were bound to her thighs, forcing her into a position with her legs spread open. It made her even more nervous, especially when she noticed the vibrator. Aurora started to shake her head, wiggling against the ropes as she tearfully begged him not to touch her.
The man moved back to his desk, saying that she would stay like that until he was ready to take her back upstairs. She sobbed, whimpering as the toy teased her body with vibrations. Of course, the toy did eventually start to get to her and her body began to react to the toy’s work. Her sobs slowly started interlacing with soft moans, growing in frequency as she started getting closer to her first orgasm. Despite the pleasure, Aurora struggled against the ropes and the vibrator’s attentions. She tried to ask him for help, unsure of what to do with herself as she came and embarrassed that she was getting pleasure from what he was doing with her. Aurora wanted to go home and she felt like this would give him some leverage to claim that she didn’t.
He watches her from his desk, pouring himself another drink before he goes to his laptop to look over the screens of the auction stage as male and female slaves were brought forward for the crowd, and screens of other places around the underground area, watching as patrons walked around looking at the tied up slaves as well, watching some get bought and sold. He looks over at her every now and again, watching her emotions move from her pure sadness and terror to the vibrator working its magic on her. Her moans sounded beautiful, the submission and need of it just like her. He watches her body tremble as she begins to get closer to climax. He almost grins slightly as he watches her get closer and closer. “Let it overcome you, slave.” He looks to her, taking a quick drink. “It’ll feel so much better for you if you do. Let yourself feel your own pleasure.” He loves how her body looks as it trembles, her curves looking exquisit as she does so. “Enjoying it is nothing to be ashamed of.”