The Value of Julie - 9

By mid-evening they arrived at a large ranch in the middle of nowhere, after several hours of driving. A large estate home centred the property. The entire property was surrounded by a high wall. An iron gate blocked the laneway, and Mistress announced herself through the intercom.

They drove up the long laneway. As they passed the hedges which closed off the field from prying eyes, Julie noticed a number of naked women, and the odd naked man. All were active in some form of servitude; pony training or otherwise.

When they arrived at the house and stepped out, Julie was immediately ordered to remove her dress.

A tall man in a 3-piece suit walked towards them. "Alexandra, how wonderful to see you!" He opened his arms for a polite hug.

"Hello Robert." Ms. Cane accepted the embrace.

Then he turned his attention to Julie. "You must be Alexandra's latest slave."

"Julie," Ms. Cane interjected.

"Julie..." Robert let the name roll from his tongue. He held her chin and looked at her face. He held her breasts, bouncing them in his hands. He ran his hands over the body, feeling the curves and tender flesh.

Julie stood still allowing herself to be examined as the prized chattel she was. He circled herself, alternately stroking and squeezing her young body.

"I don't know how you do it Alexandra. You always find the most exquisite beauties. And, can I assume her training was to your usual standards?"

"Yes, this one responded remarkably well."

"Excellent. Come in and get comfortable, and I will arrange for her to be processed."

"Wonderful. Just don't complete the... uh... registration. I want to be with her for the final details." She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I haven't told her about the marking."

This secrecy made Julie more nervous, but she didn't dare ask any questions.

They walked to the manor. Once inside the door Robert called to an attendant, "Phillip, would you mind taking Julie here to the dungeon, and providing her with some restraints. She is being sold tomorrow, so put her with the other slaves ready for auction."

"Yes sir." Phillip attached a collar and lead, and began walking her to a large barn or warehouse adjacent to the manor. Julie looked back to see her mistress, but she had disappeared inside.

At the barn door, Phillip swiped a pass card and placed his hand on the scanner. The door slid open and they walked inside.

Julie had known about the slave trade, and had been with other slaves, but she was completely unprepared for this facility. Dozens of naked slaves were constrained by chains which hung from the ceiling. There was no discernable pattern. There were women and men of all races, ranging in age from late teens to late 30s. Some of them were being whipped, and most were gagged.

Phillip provided some introduction. "These are slaves in the initial training stage. They are being broken in. Some of them will never graduate beyond manual slaves for work details and the like."

They continued walking and entered what could only be called the training facility. Slaves were bound in immeasurable ways. Some lay down exposed as their bodies were stroked, clamped and/or whipped. Others knelt before a master or mistress and provided oral service, with or without their cooperation. Julie noted that many of them had butt plugs inserted.

She was further intrigued by an exercise bike with paddles that struck the slave's bottom with each cycle. A petite slave was paddling furiously, giving herself a thorough spanking as a trainer looked on.

One of the slaves was barely recognizable as human. She, or so Julie supposed, was bound up completely in rubber, with only a tube for oxygen to her nose. Her arms were constrained to the bodice so they were virtually undistinguishable, and the legs were stretched out and encased in the same rubber. The body hung from chains leaving the slave completely cut-off and defenceless.

The trainers alternately circled the room, or stood at attention, monitoring everything. They uttered commands, and were quick to reprimand any failure.

Phillip and Julie moved onwards and arrived at what resembled a kennel, a series of cages lined up in rows. Julie was lead to an empty cage. She stood waiting at the cage while her attendant retrieved some wrist and ankle cuffs. She remained still as these were placed on her. It was apparent that many of the caged slaves were now staring at her with curiosity.

After all this journey, nature was calling. Julie lightly asked, "Sir, may I use a toilet."

Phillip smiled, tempted to make her wait and suffer. Yet he decided there was not enough time for this particular game. He led her to a row of toilets against the wall. They were back in the training area. Recognizing there was no other option, Julie sat down, embarrassed by her exposure. She expelled, cleaned herself, and was permitted to wash her hands.

She was led back to the cage and ordered to crawl inside. It was a tight fit. She could curl up to sleep or kneel on her hands and knees, but not much more. Phillip locked her in the cage and walked away.

She was surrounded by her fellow slaves in their cages. A beautiful woman in her 30s was on her left, a black man to her right, and a young Asian woman was in the cage behind her. Julie had no idea who these other slaves were, or even if they were local to this area. She had heard that transporting slaves from other countries was prominent.

As a number of the attendants were around, not a word was spoken. The caged slaves were completely quiet. Julie looked around her, observing the caged slaves. They all rested in wait. Yet like her, there was a sense of nervous anticipation for what was to come.

From down the corridor they heard the screams and moans of the initiate slaves, begging for mercy, and the lash of the whips.

Julie was starting to settle into her cage when she saw her mistress with two masters walking towards her. She rose up on her knees, excited to see her mistress.

They released Julie from her cage, and together they walked out of the warehouse and to the manor. They proceeded to a lounge where a few masters and mistresses were seated and in idle conversation. They observed the slave with a mild curiosity.

Julie noted a blazing fire in the fireplace which was rather odd given the season.

She was ordered to kneel down on her hands and knees next to the fireplace. Her mistress sat in the chair in front of her.

"Julie, there is two more things we need to do to prepare you for sale. First of all, we are going to install a tracker. It's a little chip that will allow us to track you anywhere in the world. It's to stop you from escaping should you ever have second thoughts, or prevent someone from stealing you."

Julie was not certain if she should be insulted by the suggestion of escaping. The casual manner of her mistress suggested this was just a formality.

"All slaves are tagged, most of them when they are first captured. Now hold steady."

One of the masters grabbed her from behind, and pulled her head back by the hair. In his other hand was what looked to be tranquilizer gun, which he pressed against her. He shot her just behind the ear. Julie muffled her scream.

"There you go dear," her mistress continued. "That wasn't so bad was it? It will sting and give you a headache, but now the chip is imbedded in your skull. It is impossible to remove or damage without injuring yourself."

It took a moment for mistress' words to sink in, and the pain to subside.

"The second item is perhaps more symbolic. Yet I find it most appealing, a mark of a true slave. We are going to brand you."

Julie bolted up in alarm. Yet her mistress quickly held her and stared into her eyes.

"Now, now dear... I know you are nervous. Yet all slaves are chattel, and all chattel are branded. It is a mark of quality. It indicates you have been approved for sale at this auction house. You do want to show people that you are a good slave don't you?"

"Yes mistress."

"OK then. Kneel back down."

Julie slowly returned to her position on her hands and knees. By now all eyes were upon her, and all conversation had stopped. Mistress inserted a leather bit into her mouth. "This may help dear."

She held steady as the master pulled what she had thought was the poker out of the fire. She stared into her mistress' eyes as he pressed the branding iron into her butt cheek. She tried to remain steady as she cried out and bit into the mouth piece.

The pain jolted through her and then subsided, except for the intense burning sensation which radiated from the new mark on her ass.

Mistress stroked her hair and soothed her. "Good girl, good girl... that's a good girl." She then stood up and inspected the brand. Then looking down at her slave, "Sleep well tonight pet, you have an important day ahead of you."

Julie was then directed to stand, and the lead was re-attached to her collar. The general conversation in the room resumed as the show was now over. Another male attendant led her back to the warehouse and her cage.

Activities for the night were coming to a close within the warehouse. The lights were dimmed, and except for the incessant whining of some of the new slaves and the occasional whip lash to silence them, all was quiet.

It took some time, given the pain and unfamiliar setting, but eventually Julie drifted off to sleep.

She awoke in the middle of the night as a hand was stroking her pussy. She was about to look down to see whose hand was caressing her. But just then, the woman in the cage next to her reached through the bars to caress her shoulders and arms, "Shhhssshh..." she whispered, "quiet or the attendants will hear us."

Julie then realized that the hand stroking her pussy was from the man to the other side of her. Her female companion smiled as the recognition donned on Julie. Then the woman ran her hands down Julie's arm, and began to stroke her breasts. Julie continued to stare at her, uncertain if she should do anything. She assumed that this was completely improper, but she couldn't say no to this pleasure.

She was about to reach through the bars to return the caress, but her female companion stopped her. The woman placed Julie's hand back at her side, and returned to caressing Julie's breasts.

Julie looked back at the man who was fondling her. His eyes were closed and appeared to be lost in a dream. Her slave sister whispered, "Don't stroke him. He needs to remain hard and ready for sex at the auction tomorrow."

So Julie kept her hands at her sides and allowed these two strangers to fondle her in the most intimate manner imaginable. The skill of their hands made silence difficult. It took concentration not to gasp or moan when she was brought to an orgasm.

And then, like a dream, the hands were withdrawn and her slave neighbours drifted back to sleep. When Julie awoke the next morning she was not even certain if it had just been a wet dream. There was absolutely no reaction from either of her slave companions.

A bowl of food was slid into her cage. It looked and smelled unappealing. Yet like her fellow slaves, she ate her designated meal.

Julie and the other slaves were then released from their cages. She noted that they all stood at attention with arms behind their backs, and promptly followed suit. As they were led out of the building, they could see that the new slaves' training was once again in full swing. The lash of the whip, screams and begging for mercy once again filled the hall.

Julie and her cohorts walked single file out to the yard. There was nothing binding them and only a few attendants watched the group. All the slaves acted in an orderly fashion, and were clearly well trained.

They were then put through their paces. It was an intense exercise routine which left them all exhausted. Yet thanks to the workouts over the past couple weeks, Julie was in top shape. The exercise even helped to take her mind off her impending sale.

Upon completion, the group stood at attention with hands behind their heads as they were sprayed down with the hose. The lead attendant paced before the line of slaves, scrutinizing them.

"Today is the big day for all of you. Your training is complete. Therefore, no whipping, and no lessons will be administered today. Instead you will be prepared for presentation. Any resistance or misbehaviour, and you will not be sold. Instead you will remain behind for further training and punishment."

They were led into the house and up the stairs. One by one, they showered and were lead to a bedroom. Each slave in turn lay on the bed and was massaged with a form of baby oil. Their skin glimmered, highlighting every curve and muscle in their body. Next their hair and make-up were done. Slowly and meticulously they became visions of perfection. Each slave silently enjoyed the attention, delighting in the beauty that was all around them and within them.

For dinner they had the honour of sitting at a long dining table. It had been some time since any of them had sat at a table for dinner. And most of them, coming from poor backgrounds, had never been in such an elegant dining room.

By the time dinner was completed, many of the masters and mistresses had begun to arrive. There were a rich variety of races and ages. All were elegantly dressed in suits or cocktail dresses. They gathered in the large party room, milling about in polite conversation. Drinks and hors d'oeuvres were being served. Waiters and waitresses in revealing dress circulated the room, serving their patrons.

A sudden silence enveloped the room as the naked slaves entered the room in unison. They were naked except for the thin slave collar with a numbered tag around each of their necks. In all, there were 30 of them, 23 female and 7 male slaves.

They were led through the crowd to the stage at the end of the room. They waited at the bottom of the stage as Master Robert, the master who had inspected Julie upon her arrival the previous evening, took the stage. With a microphone in his hand and the spotlight now upon him, he began the proceedings.

"Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the House of Black. We have a fine assortment of property available to you this evening. There are dossiers available which outline their fitness, training, physical specifications, and other pertinent details for each of the slaves listed this evening. Please consult Master William," he pointed to a man standing at a booth to the side of the stage, "for these records. Trainers are also available for consultation."

"All slaves are available without reservation. All have been suitably trained, and lacking identity so they may be readily transported. I will introduce them to you now. Bids will be submitted in writing with Master William."

"Once the slaves have been introduced they will circulate the room, giving you an opportunity to examine them. We will reconvene at 10:00 to complete the bidding."

"Our first lot, #1, is Ying Mae." An Asian girl in her late teens walked onto the stage.

"A refugee from rural China. Purchased from a group of slaves shipped from China for use in an east coast bordello, she has shown great potential and responded well to training. Sold into slavery at so young, she is a rare find to be without disease or pregnant. She is excited by the chance of being a high class slave."

The girl was directed off the stage, and the next lot was brought up. A white girl from the mid-west was brought into the spotlight. She was likely another runaway with hopeless dreams in the big city.

Julie was lot #17, and walked into the spotlight light as a red headed beauty exited the stage. "From one of our local trainers, Alexandra Cane, I present Julie. She consented to become a slave. Shuffled between homes as a child, she is eager to please her master or mistress. Very skilled at oral service."

And with that brief statement, she was ushered off the stage. With the spotlight upon her, she could not identify anyone in the crowd. She now waited at the bottom of the stage with her fellow slaves as the introductions continued.

Once the introductions were over, trainers began to lead the slaves individually out into the crowd. From out of the traffic, Ms. Cane emerged and took Julie's hand. Julie was so excited to once again see her mistress that she nearly hugged her.

Mistress smiled and kissed, setting her at ease. She was then led out into the crowd of admirers.

Once they began to mingle, Julie recognized some of the faces in the crowd. The young lady who had fondled her and whipped her at the party was starring at her with intent. Mistress Cane noted her pet staring at the young woman and whispered in Julie's ear, "She will be bidding on you."

Julie turned to her mistress and smiled. It would be a pleasure to serve that beautiful young mistress, as she had the previous Saturday.

Her attention was then turned to the throng of masters and mistresses which gathered around her. They stroked her body and discussed her features openly. Ms. Cane stood nearby, responding to inquiries:

"How does she respond to being whipped?" "Does she have experience with electro-play?" "What role play scenarios has she participated in?"...

All questions and comments were directed to Ms. Cane. Julie was expected to remain silent. She assumed a variety of positions and attempted to remain calm as fingers were inserted into her pussy or anus, her breasts were squeezed, and her hair was pulled. The intimate comments they made about her were unnerving.

Julie maintained a level of peace with Mistress near her. She listened to the comments her mistress and others made about her and was filled with pride. It appeared that the sale was going well, and she would be just where she belongs.

Her mistress had said right from the beginning that this was the most natural place for her to be. Now amongst the crowd of men and women wishing to own her, Julie agreed that this was her place.

The hours passed by in a blur. At 10:00 Master Roberts returned to the stage. "As you have seen, there is a fine selection of slaves available this evening. We have received multiple written bids for all of our slaves. We would like to now welcome our slaves back to the stage for the final bidding.

Ms. Cane patted her slave's behind, and then Julie walked to the stage, naked and alone amongst a sea of eyes. Her fellow slaves did likewise.

Master Roberts continued once they had all assembled at the bottom of the stage.

"Let me show them all to you once again, beginning with Lot #1."

Ying Mae walked onto the stage, clearly frightened by the attention. "We have received 6 bids for this Asian beauty. The bidding now stands at $80,000. She has certainly appreciated in value since her parents sold her in Jiang Xi province."

"Lot #2, Christine. We have received 10 bids for our beauty who is fulfilling her dream of being a star on stage." The athletic brunette blushed, as the crowd chuckled in response. "The bidding now stands at $95,000."

Each slave took their turn in the spotlight.

"At Lot #17 we have Julie. The slaves trained by Alexandra Cane have a reputation for excellence, and this young beauty is proving to be no exception. We have received 12 bids, and the bidding now stands at $120,000."

Only 1 other slave received a higher bid. A Latin beauty from southern California received a bid of $125,000.

Master Roberts retook the stage to start the final bidding, presenting Ying Mae. "The bidding for Lot #1 now stands at $80,000. Do I have any further bidding?"

The Asian shifted nervously before the crowd as her fate was determined. Each slave in turn stood before the audience awaiting judgement. As Julie stood before the room, her body glistened in the spotlight. She could now make out some of her admirers.

From the look on her face, Julie determined that the young mistress had placed the bid of $120,000. The bidding escalated to two contenders. A man in his mid-40s, who had examined her in detail this evening, competed against the young mistress.

Julie stood motionless, eyes downcast demurely. She was an image of calm. Yet inside was a storm of emotion. More than anything, there was arousal. Mistress Cane had been right about her from the start. Listening to the bidding war to possess her filled her with pride and made her pussy wet with excitement.

There was a buzz in the room when the bidding hit $185,000. The man stood with a smug look on his face. The young mistress quickly consulted with her mother.

Master Roberts called it out. "$185,000 going once... going twice... sold for $185,000."

The young mistress turned away, clearly disappointed.

Julie was lead out of the room to a side room. The auction was proceeding behind her. She waited silently with only an attendant standing with her in the room. Her breath eased and body relaxed after the excitement of the stage. Yet the intensity of the experience had left her incredibly aroused, and she longed for the opportunity to masturbate herself to orgasm.

After about 20-30 minutes her new master entered the room along with Mistress Cane and another master. Julie stood at attention, arms behind her back. Mistress Cane came to her and petted her.

"Congratulations pet, we have completed the paper work, and you are now the property of Master Daniel."

Master Daniel stepped forward and stared at his new slave. "Kiss my boots slave."

Julie knelt before her master and kissed his boots. Upon his direction, she stood up again and returned to her earlier position.

Mistress Cane hugged her, surprising Julie with the intimacy. "I love you pet, make me proud."

Julie was in tears having to say goodbye. "Thank you Mistress, I will." She looked at Master Daniel. He was handsome, powerful, and had a strict but appreciative look on his face. She would love him and honour him in every way.

Mistress Cane kissed her cheek and then exited the room. The other master and the attendant followed her out.

Master Daniel continued to look at her and smiled. He attached a lead to Julie's collar. "Come slave, let's go home."

They walked out of the mansion together and into Julie's new life.

THE END