Chapter 20: The Auction
Alisa was taken to the infirmary. As before Doctor Petravic was delighted to see her. Alisa dreaded this visit more than before and when asked how she was feeling, she answered with a depressed tone that she was not feeling too well.
“I can understand that,” said the doctor, “Your batteries have run out and you must have been really bored today.” Alisa felt sick hearing that response but thought the better of it to reply in honesty. With a sigh and much apprehension she sat down in the chair, spread her legs and allowed the doctor to remove the strap between her legs as well as the cup covering her vulva. Feeling air on her crotch again was such a relief!
“You kept yourself reasonably clean,” said the doctor, “well done. But of course you could not reach your pussy.” She pulled the dildo out of her vagina and then also the metal tube in her urethra, which felt highly uncomfortable and caused Alisa to urinate involuntarily. The doctor didn’t mind and caught the urine in a bedpan.
“Still a healthy stream, which means you didn’t get damaged. Very good, you are a strong woman,” smiled doctor Petravic. Alisa winced and didn’t reply.
Next came a procedure with two speculums to open Alisa’s vagina and also her cervix, so the little electrical ball could be taken out. This was actually the greatest relief and Alisa could almost kiss the doctor in thanks. And when the doctor also removed the chastity belt altogether, she was even smiling and said “Thank you doc.”
“Please, call me Petra,” smiled the doctor back.
“Petra…. Petravic?” inquired Alisa.
“Yes, my father had a sense of humour when he gave me that name,” smiled the woman back at her.
“Now tell me,” she then said while patting Alisa on her inner thigh, “how do you really feel?”
Alisa started talking, without even deciding she should. Only a little bit of friendliness was enough for her to open up and share her feelings. She explained how sad and scared she was, how the chastity belt had really been humiliating and how the devices had hurt. Then she told her about the executions they had to witness and how dreadful that had been. And finally she started weeping, saying she felt so terribly alone.
The doctor listened quietly, but when Alisa was done, she smiled.
“I can tell you, tonight you won’t be alone. And you won’t get bored either. Follow the guard, they have planned something really good tonight.”
Alisa followed the guard with anxiety. She also felt sad and betrayed as the doctor had not addressed any of her complaints and concerns. And finally she felt very uneasy about being taken from the infirmary naked. Usually she was wearing a uniform when taken somewhere.
The guard brought her into a part of prison she had not been to before. Going through a large door they ended up in an auditorium or small theatre. There was a stage that was well lit. The semi-circle of chairs was mostly empty, except for a few at the front. Alisa noticed a few men sitting there, in the dark, hard to see. But she noticed these were not people that worked here in this prison. They somehow reminded her of the men in business suits that had been present with her during her ordeals with Islamic State. Were they the same people? That was hard to believe, right?
Alisa was brought into the light and positioned on the stage, naked, vulnerable, in full view of the unknown men in the shadowy seats. Next the others girls were brought in, also naked. Carolina, with her large swaying breasts, the twins that were holding each other, Andrea with folded arms and angry expression on her face and finally Charlotte with her hands still in bandages and a well-shaped naked body. As they were positioned next to each other, Alisa noticed how only Andrea was taller than she was and how she was also the most athletic of the group. Carolina was the smallest but she also had the largest breasts. Alisa’s breasts were second to that. Charlotte was slightly smaller than Alisa but not by much. The twins were clearly the youngest, with small pointy breasts and slim bodies.
The women looked at each other, fear on most of their faces. After the executions earlier this day, they feared it might be their turn now. Alisa glanced around and noticed various contraptions and furniture behind them on the stage. There was a large wheel with cuffs attached to it, which immediately drew her attention, sending shivers down her spine. There was also a wooden bench that had a triangle shape, with a sharp top. Judging from the straps attached to it, it was supposed to be straddled, which would obviously be very painful. Then there were two smaller benches to the side, flat and short. And she noticed two poles fixed to the stage, one long and one short, each with metal cuffs hanging from the top.
She looked at Andrea, who was next to her and whispered if she knew what was going on. The woman replied softly: “It’s a show. Once a month they organize this. For those bastards.” She nodded in the direction of the men in the seats.
“There’s that director,” she added with a nod to the man who now stepped on the stage as well, a fat man wearing a suit that fitted badly. He was gross in many ways and Alisa felt a shiver running down her spine when she heard him speak in broken English with a voice that was nasty and shrill.
“Gentlemen, welcome back. Once more we present to you some of the lovely ladies that are awaiting trial.” He spoke slow and with a high-pitched voice that was in sharp contrast with his bulky size. Alisa felt it hard to listen to him without disgust.
“The investigations into their guilt are conducted in an orderly fashion,” he continued, “but it takes time and to be honest, this facility is very costly. It would be far easier to simply condemn and execute them, but justice demands that we give them a chance to prove their innocence. Therefor it is only fair to make them work a little in order to pay for the cost of their stay here.”
Andrea coughed and cursed with a whisper. “Always the same bullshit,” she scoffed. Alisa felt a chill running down her spine when she listened to the explanations. It made something clear to her: she was guilty until proven innocent. But it was also impossible to prove such a thing. The realization made her feel dizzy.
“Gentlemen,” the director continued, “like before we would greatly appreciate your… donations, your generous gifts to allow us to maintain this costly facility and the service we provide to these foreigners. And I am sure they will gladly repay your kindness with whatever is your taste.”
“Mon Dieu, we’re treated like whores,” whispered Charlotte.
“The bastards,” added Carolina.
The twins whimpered while they held each other tight. Alisa felt cold and focused on the men in their seats, who still said nothing and were difficult to see clearly. She assumed they were wealthy and she doubted they only wanted to fuck. The whole setup on stage tasted and felt like a torture show.
The men started bidding. One man, strange enough with a strong American accent, opened with a big offer on Carolina. Another man contested his bid and soon the price went up between them. The first man finally won the contest by making an outrageous offer. The second man then settled for Alisa, making her feel lightheaded with dread. This was all about breast size, she felt.
Another man stood up and stepped forward into the light. He was massive, twice as fat as the director, but with a booming and loud voice. His accent was Turkish. He held two leashes, both attached to large dogs. Alisa knew something about dogs and recognized they were mastiffs, guard dogs that could be quite brutal. Why was the man allowed to bring dogs to this horrible event? She shivered as she imagined how the dogs might bite one of the naked and vulnerable girls.
“The blond girls,” he informed while walking up to the twins, the dogs barking and making the girls squeal and cry. “Are they virgins?” he inquired.
“One of them is,” said the director in reply, “the other one has sadly lost her honour a couple of days ago.” Alisa felt sick as she had not realized Kajsa had been a virgin when she got raped the other day. And knowing Annika was still a virgin, made her feel even more sick as it clearly made the horrible man even more interested in her.
“I want them both,” said the man, “but for the price of one. I only pay for virginity. Name your price. You know my taste.”
The director named an insane amount, which the man offered to pay half, accusing the director of trying to get full price for them. The director grinned, admitted his mistake and accepted half price after all. Kajsa visibly retched as she realized she had been added for free because she had lost her virginity while being raped. And Annika equally retched as she realized she was going to lose her virginity now as well. Both girls screamed when the guards started to pull them to the side of the stage, bringing them to the two lower benches. They were both placed on their backs with their legs spread wide and arched beneath them, granting full access to their crotches.
All this made Alisa shiver. It was clear the men were prepared to pay so much money, they sure as hell would not settle for a simple blowjob. And seeing how the twins were treated, this was clearly going to be absolutely horrible.
Andrea was bought by an elegant dressed man she apparently had dealt with before, because she cursed openly at him when he greeted her. But she didn’t resist when the guards brought her to the wooden horse, as it was called, which was apparently the contraption she knew and her temporary master wanted to see her ride again.
Charlotte was brought to the long pole when she was bought by an Arab with a servant. The guards hung her with the metal cuffs by her wrists, her toes barely touching the ground.
Carolina was taken to the short pole where they made her kneel down with her arms cuffed behind her. The man who won the betting war over her was indeed American, even wearing a Texan hat. And he clearly had something utterly cruel in mind, judging from his grinning and the shocking remarks he made about her breasts, calling them udders and milkbags.
And finally Alisa, who was brought to the large wheel. She was trembling so bad, she could hardly stand when she looked at the contraption. They had to help her climbing on it, after which her arms and legs were spread wide and cuffed with leather straps. The man who purchased her gave directions. He was a sharp dressed French man with a cruel smile on his face.