Slave Auction Part I

The car pulled to the side of the country road and stopped in front of a driveway that was blocked by a heavy iron chain stretched between two pillars made of cobble-sized stones cemented together. Security wasn’t the primary concern of the heavy chain because it was held in place only by a hook on one end. It could easily be lifted free of the bolt set into the left pillar’s cement.

“This the place, miss?” the car’s driver asked, a little unsure of himself. Normally he didn’t drive very far outside of the capital. This little jaunt into the countryside had taken him nearly an hour. He didn’t mind the drive; he just wasn’t familiar with the territory.

“This is it,” the magnificent blonde said as she stepped from the car and gazed upon the property. Other than the stone pillars and a small plaque affixed to the right pillar giving the address it was unmarked; just another hobby farm upstate. The driver was able to see some crops planted in the field beyond the red barn and the white farmhouse. No animals—horses, cows, or otherwise—were visible. There was evidence of an elaborate garden beyond the huge farmhouse but the farm was otherwise unremarkable.

“Thank you for your service,” she told him as she leaned back into the car and passed off some folded bills as a tip. She displayed an ample amount of cleavage and the tight pants she wore had no pockets; he wondered where she had been hiding the money because when she had gotten into the car she carried no luggage, no purse, nothing but the clothes and boots she wore plus a folded card in her hand. The driver had already been well paid and the tip was an welcome bonus, but suddenly he was worried for his fare.

“You want me to wait for you?” he asked nervously. “No extra charge. Happy to do it.” He had been paid for the day and the woman was a little older than his eldest daughter which made him apprehensive.

“No need. I’m expected. See? There he is now.” She pointed between the pillars. A man was walking from the farmhouse.

“Okay, miss. Just give us a call if you need a ride back.”

“I’ll do that,” she said confidently.

The driver didn’t see her carrying a phone. Maybe the nice people in the farm would let her use theirs. “Okay then.” He put the car in gear and drove carefully away, watching the tall blonde slowly disappear into the distance as he glanced into the rearview mirror.

As the car rounded the turn on the road the man from the house reached the pillars and stopped on his side of the heavy chain. “Leah?” he asked.

“Yes.” She answered with a smile and handed her invitation card over to him.

He accepted it, briefly glanced at the heavy stock, and said, “I’m Mark. Please step over the chain, remove your clothes and follow me.”

The chain only hung two feet above the ground at the bottom of its curve. It was an easy act for the six foot tall woman to step over, especially in the high heeled boots she wore. It would have been even easier for her to walk around the pillars. There were openings on either side before the tall bushes running parallel to the road began. The bushes defined the property line and gave the farm a great deal of privacy.

Leah did as she was told, stepping over the chain and then unbuttoning her white blouse. When she made to drop it to the ground Mark held out his hand and took it from her. She nodded and removed her bra, showing no shame in her nudity, nor any worry that someone might drive by and see her bare skin. She was, after all, standing in the middle of the driveway. Her boots were removed next and Mark watched Leah’s heavy breasts jiggle as she struggled with this task. Once her footgear was in his hands, she peeled off her skintight pants, handed them over, and pulled off her thong, exposing her pussy that was shaven of pubic hair.

Mark studied her for a moment, and then nodded in approval before awkwardly juggling Leah’s clothes as he pulled a pair of leather cuffs from his back pocket. “Put these on.”

It was a request that Leah had fulfilled many times before, but only in the confines of a bedroom. The cuffs were a common design so it was easy for her to buckle them in place. When she was done she stood with her hands at her side.

Once more Mark nodded and then pulled a thin metal chain from his other pocket. The chain was Y-shaped with a long lead and two short arms. The short arms he snapped to the D-rings on Leah’s cuffs which forced her to keep her hands no less than a foot apart. He took the end of the longer leash and commanded her. “Follow.”

Leah did so. Her shapely ass went unadmired as she walked across the lawn to the barn. Her eyes were riveted to Marks’ jeans covered buttocks. He obviously worked out, his arms were well-muscled and he had a lean, athletic shape. Somewhat to her disappointment no one could see her magnificent breasts with the pierced nipples because her upper arms were held directly in front of them. She had been hoping for at least a small contingent to welcome her to The Farm. She was an exhibitionist and liked to show off her body to everyone.

Even though it was early summer the morning air was still cool and her nipples, even covered by her arms, quickly became hard in response to the cool air.

Or maybe, Leah thought, her nipples were hard because she was excited about what was to come.