Chapter 1

 

The auction was over.

Mike and the big Guy had done well, the buyers had been more needy than they thought, which meant the girls sold for more than they expected-in some cases, a lot more.

Now they had to ship them out to the buyers...

"Make sure you do it safely," Mike advised the men going local. "Don't get stopped," he smiled. "It would be bad for business."

He watched as the last two girls going local were pinned in their boxes and sent to their delivery truck.

Only one to go, Mike told himself and turned to that last packout.

It was the big Guy's redheaded personal slave-the one he had taken from the school bus in their first big caper.

Mike looked at her. Her features were still finely chiseled and her body still quite pleasing, there was nothing wrong with her.

Problem's with the big guy, he told himself. Too bad!

He watched as the girl-crying-was fixed to a bondage chair, her wrists tied to the sidebars, a belt holding her tight against the back. One of the packers approached with a gag...

"I'll do that," Mike said, taking the device out of his hand. "Finish up the rest."

The man nodded and moved off.

Mike moved to the slave's side.

"Open wide," he said, and held the ballgag where she could see it. "You've got to be quiet through this trip."

"I will, Master." She looked at him, tears forming. "I'm sorry I failed."

"Don't worry," he pushed the gag into her open mouth. "You didn't fail." He began to buckle the straps. "You didn't fail at all."

He motioned to the packers and they came over and put the last cover in place. They nailed the box shut and carried it to the waiting mover.

Everything was done.

 

***

 

Later, when Mike and the big guy were relaxing in the back office, Mike decided to open a tired old door.

"I see you got rid of the redhead. I saw her at the packers-you sold her just like that." Mike shook his head. "I thought you cared for her."

"I did," the big guy leaned back in his chair. "I just don't have the time. She'll be better off with her new owner." He smiled. "Especially as she now has a passable set of manners."

Mike grinned, he knew that despite his name, the big Guy wasn't really very big-his lack of size had cost him big in the Army, and he never talked about it-neither did anyone else.

"Manners!" He said. "Sometimes, I wonder where your head is at-she's gone, and you won't have one like her again. Manners are the reason?"

The big guy leaned forward, letting his smile grow. "You know where I get my ideas-and you know why I say what I say." He raised an eyebrow. "How long have we worked together? Seven years? Eight?"

"If you don't count out time in High School, Closer to ten, I think." Mike returned the smile. "And we've had some good times. Haven't we?"

"We have," the big guy nodded slowly. "And now it's time to start all over again."

"More girls. Hell, we've hit most of the obvious places, where do we go this time?"

"Let's try to get a bunch, all at once-it's save us spending all our time rounding them up." He looked at his friend. "How about going direct to a couple of colleges-most of our girls come from there anyway." The smile turned into a sneer. "After all, we do try to teach them something..."

"Yeah," Mike laughed. "Something that's not in their textbooks."

"Take a car out tomorrow, drive to a couple of the nearer schools and look around, see what kind of stock's available" The big guy shifted. "They're all young-if they're good-looking, so much the better." He turned toward Mike. "We'll work out a way to get them once you find them." He yawned, "How hard can it be?"

Mike nodded. "I'll check it out-what do you think, USC? UCLA? Something smaller?

"I don't have any idea-it's up to you." He shooed him away. "So go get some sleep," the big guy grinned. "Tomorrow's a new day and the new auction will follow soon enough."

 

***

 

The next day, Mike checked out a nice Lexus from the pool and headed toward town. He knew there were several campuses in the area, and decided to check out one of the smaller-and closer ones, first.

He took the car to the little school near Seal Beach-one of the smaller colleges in the state. He parked at the edge of the campus parking lot and waited. He had tinted windows-not unusual in the LA area-which left him more or less invisible to the outside world.

That made it safe to sit back and watch. And he prepared to do so.

It was the beginning of the school year, most had just gotten their classes, so the parking lot filled up quickly. Young men slipped out from their cars and headed for the appropriate building.

So did young women-and it was those who Mike watched very closely...

Damn, he thought. They're a lot plainer than I would have hoped. Maybe it's lack of make-up?

He watched as car after car parked. Some of the girls accompanied young men. Some came in alone.

None matched his ideals-or those of his clients.

Maybe it's the school, he nodded. I'll go downtown-USC should have better hunting.

He drove down the '10' and made his way to the main campus of USC. It was quiet, with hundreds of cars parked in the area.

Mike found a quiet place, parked, and settled in. Here, he knew, he would need his field glasses.

He pulled them out and began watching

This is more like it! He thought as a group of undergrads wandered by. We could make a buck on these. I wonder...

Then a blonde girl walked past his car, one who was better looking than any he had seen that day. So good looking, in fact, that he just couldn't let her get away from him.

I've got to have her for the next auction-and to play with while we're setting it up! He thought. She's the by far best of those I've seen today... He grinned. Hell, she's the best I've seen in a while!

He watched her go past him and move toward the cars in one of the other lots, he started up the engine on his own car and pulled out--slowly. He idled along, following the girl as she moved across the street to the secondary lot-he stayed close, not sure if she was heading for her own car.

But that seemed to be her course.

I've got to be smart... He measured distances. If I can beat her to her car, I might be able to do something now, without waiting to stock her for the auction...

He drove forward faster, and turned into the parking lot she had just walked into. He looked for her as he turned and was pleased to find that the girl was just in front of him.

Now! If I hurry...

He pushed down on the gas, honked his horn. The girl half-turned toward him, and ducked between two cars to let him pass...

He stopped, blocking her egress from the spot she had chosen and let down his window.

"Hi!" He said as cheerfully as he could manage, a smile on his face. "Can you tell me how to get to Clifton Hall?"

She stepped toward him, clearly thinking about his request.

"I don't know anyplace called Clifton Hall on this campus. Maybe..."

He grabbed her, a hand going over her mouth. She tried to scream. Tried to fight back, tried to bite his hand.

But it was no use. He had her, and he didn't give her any chance of getting away from him, he pulled her into the car and slammed the door behind her.

"Shut up!" He snarled at her as he released her mouth. "Or I'll kill you here and now!"

"My parents don't have any money! You can't..."

He snapped a hard right into her belly, doubling her over as she fought for breath. He smiled, and while she struggled, he pulled her, quick and silent, into the back seat of the car and snapped a pair of cuffs around her hands

"I can do what I please!" He put the car into gear. "And your parents have nothing to do with this! Nothing at all!"

He pulled out and headed for the freeway.

Later, after the girl was subdued and bound in one of the cells, Mike came into the big guy's room to give his report:

"Went to two schools today," he told him. "Both are pretty big, but the first one, out on the coast, was disappointing" He shrugged. "Nobody of any interest that I could see, hell, most of the girls were plain and didn't seem to care about it."

"You found someone-I know you brought a girl back-have her in a cage downstairs," he smiled. "You have her bound and helpless, of course."

"Yeah, I do. She's really something special." He smiled. "I mean REALLY special." He looked at his partner. "Found her at USC-and there're more than one there-in fact, I'm pretty sure we could do an auction with the girls there." He smiled. "Girls of USC-Playboy would love it-didn't they do a spread of that title back in the sixties?"

"Yeah, they did." The Big Guy shifted in his chair. "Okay then, we'll make USC our target University."

The Big Guy looked at Mike and returned Mike's smile with a broad one of his own. "I'll assume you know what you're doing." He grinned again. "For now, at least."

He looked down at the papers on his desk. "We need about twenty girls for the next auction." He looked up. "Do you think you can get that many?"

Mike shrugged. "Don't know for sure-but if the one I've got downstairs is any example..." He shrugged again. "We can get more than twenty."

"All right, I'll think of a plan..."

"No," Mike shook his head. "I think it's my turn to work out the plan." He looked at his partner. "I've picked the target, it's only fair that I make the plan." He shrugged. "I'd liike to try it, in any case."

"Okay," the big guy nodded. "The school year is just beginning--that should help-most of the people there won't really know where they're supposed to be going. In any case, go over all you know and all you think you know. "He smiled." "Then you can tell me your plan and what you'll need to make it work. People, vehicles, whatever-everything."

"I'll do that." Mike stood up. "But for tonight, I want to check out the girl I already found." He looked at the big guy. "I doubt if she'll know how to act.." He smiled. "And teaching her should be a whole lot of fun." He looked up. "For me-it's been a while since I've had the chance to do that."

 

***

 

In the basement, the girl was wondering what had happened to her.

She had been on her way to her car after classes, but a man...

She frowned, a man had taken her-and looking back on it, she could see that there was nothing she have done to stop him. She worked her hands in the steel bands he had left her in. There was no give-no way for her to get loose. No way at all.

There was a sound across the room, to the side of the cells-and he was suddenly there.

"So," she saw him smile. "I guess you've decided to stay, right?." He looked at her. "But you're wearing a few too many clothes." He leaned back against a wall and regarded her with a small smile on his face. "Take them off-quickly!"

"Are you insane! I'm not taking anything off! You can't make..."

Mike stepped forward and hit her with an open hand, quickly, in the gut. He watched her double over and stood there waiting while she recovered her breath, then spoke again: "You better get used to this-you're a slave now, not a woman, just a slave."

"A slave!"

"That's right." He took a long, thin, wooden stick from the wall. "Now quickly, take off your clothes!"

"But I'm tied up, I can't..."

SWAP! The wooden staff hit her on the butt. She squealed and pulled away-but he moved with her.

"You can," SWAP! "And you will! SWAP! Get to it! SWAP! NOW!"

"I...I can't!" SWAP! "Please!" SWAP!

She screamed then-and looked at him. She found no give-no mercy at all in his eyes and slowly-very slowly and painfully began to push at her pants.

They slid down long legs, over her hips...

They were still fastened in the front, but they moved down as she pushed, until they were over her knees and finally dropped onto the floor. She looked up as they pooled around her feet, and at his gaze, she stepped out and looked at Mike, as she stood there in her top and panties...

SWAP! "Get the rest off!" SWAP!

She pushed her panties down, then her socks, and stood there, semi-clad before his eyes.

"That's better," Mike half-smiled. "Now..." He stepped forward and pulled her top off, tearing it to get it over her wrists. He was delighted to learn she wasn't wearing a bra.

She was fully naked and completely exposed to his regard now. He took a long moment to look her over. At the campus, he had throught her a very pretty girl, but now he saw she was more than that-she was beautiful.

And he had learned ways to treat a girl with this much beauty.

"Okay, that's better." He looked her over. "Bend over."

She looked at him for a moment, regarding the switch in his hands, then, sobbing, she bent at the waist.

Mike's smile grew. He walked behind her, his hand moving to her exposed clit.

"I see you're not a virgin," he said. "Good." He dropped his pants and thrust into her from the rear, enjoying the feel of his body on hers, the softness of her flowing over and around his member...

She sobbed once, then began to cry.

He ignored her and started pumping, hard, harder.

It didn't take long-he had never meant it to take long. He just wanted to establish ownership.

He came in seconds, spewing into her without care, filling her clit and insides with his cum.

She was crying now-and begging for mercy.

He didn't give her any. He just nonchalantly finished and pulled back, holding her bound hands so she couldn't get up.

"Not too bad, girlie, but next time, try to return a little movement of your own." He dropped her hands and stepped out of the cell. "Get some rest, I'll see you again real soon."

She was still crying as he left.