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CHAPTER TWO
I halfway expected a bunch of women, fat haughty and bitchy, to come storming in. I mentally braced myself for the upcoming onslaught.
I knew these women had a reputation for greed and visciousness, and that they would enjoy ridiculing and groping us mercilessly.
But to my amazement no one rushed through the doors, though from the sounds of laughter and talking could be heard coming from somewhere beyond those doors. From the viabrations and sounds, i sensed that a large crowd had gathered. Finally, after what seemed to be forever, the ladies started to trickle in.
With great fear, I closely observed the Mistresses as they confidently walked through the auction hall. I had no doubt that these ladies were of the highest bearing. They were all dressed in beautiful clothes made of the finest silks and cashmere, obviously created by the elite designers of the land. The ladies demeanor was the sort that could not be taught, but comes naturally only to those who are born to power wealth and privledge.
Soon the room was buzzing as two to three hundred Mistresse of all ages milled about, all the while sipping their champagnue and smoking some strange smelling cigarette with long silver holders. The ladies, aged from seventy years old to as young as five, casually strolled about they checked the merchandise at their leisure.
A few distinguished women briefly looked me over, and read my identification chart. I suppose I was lucky that I had yet to be treated rudely or groped in a humiliating way.
My luck soon expired, when a lady approached me with her ten-year-old daughter in tow. I immediately looked down, for I remembered well the caution which we had received earlier.
I guess that I had always taken it for granted that I would be treated with the high respect that my former rank and station commanded. In fact - I had frequently found it necesasary to punish my own servants for their inappropriate behavior, and on a couple of occasions - I was appointed the duty to discipline some of my friends!
So you could well imagine my distress of having to address this obnoxious ten year old as Ma'am. Worst yet, I had to make sure that I didn't even glimpse at her face.
In a flash of angry rebellion, I stared challengingly right into her eyes! I gave a triumphant laugh - as the girl shrunk back a few paces. Without warning - the mother slapped me hard right across my face! Through the sharp stinging pain, I clearly discerned the genuine rage in the mother’s voice!
"How dare you, slave! Leya, don't you ever let a slave intimidate you! Now take your paddle, and punish her. Hard!!!" The little brat meekly took the offered paddle, and slowly walked behind me. As her mother rudely inspected my most private parts, I suddenly heard a swishing sound. I jumped in surprise, as I felt a very sharp sting on my behind. Three seconds later I felt another one. You cannot begin to imagine the humiliation I felt: I was being spanked by a ten-year-old girl! But as the pain increased, I became determined to hide my shame. I defiantly stared straight ahead, and pretended like I simply didn't care!
But in reality, it was hard for me to digest just how radically my life had changed. Just two short months ago I was enjoying an elaborate celebration welcoming my 18th birthday. The royal hall was full to capacity as men and women of all ages fawned all over me. Oh, what a glorious time it was.
But very soon after came our surrender! Within days I became separated from my friends and family, and placed on a ship with mostly common folk. During the long two-week journey to Genesis, we were chained to the wall like animals. Whatever food we were given was terrible, and we were made to sleep on the floor. It was many a night that I cried myself to sleep, but only when no one was there to see.
We were not bathed, and were allowed access to a bathroom only once a day. All in all there were maybe a thousand of us, in a musty dark room not large enough for a hundred.
We finally docked, and I was led into a small office where I was told to remain standing. A non-descript woman sat behind a desk and asked in a bored mechanical voice; your name? Country? History? Age? Hundreds of additional questions were asked, many of a most personal nature. She then stamped my file, and a guard led me out.
While being led to a truck outside, the guard informed me how I was `lucky'. I was chosen to be sold at the exclusive auction for members of the council.
Over the next week leading to the auction, we had better quarters then on the ship. Two girls shared a bed, with only two beds in a room. Even the food we were given, was tolerable. We were `encouraged' to take showers, and given whatever we needed to maintain our physical attributes. It wasn't hard to guess the reason why we were being treated so nicely. They obviously wanted us to look our best for the upcoming auction. In fact - it was so important that we look beautiful, that they spared us from any further punishments or abuse. After all, we would have very little value if we were all marked up with ugly welts!
But despite being treated well, it was still a most unnerving time for us all. Being the natural leader of the room, it fell on me to try and console my roommates. One of the girls in the room waiting to be sold was the twelve-year-old daughter of my parents cook. I never had much to do with her in the past - her being a servant and all, but now she would hover next to me, seeking my strength and comfort.
In the darkness of the night, I would contemplate on my hopeless situation, and it wasn't long before a deep depression had settled over my soul.
Throughout this entire horrible experience, the guards remained cold and uncaring. Now in the auction chambers, I found there was the same cool dis-attachment to the slaves. I was not a girl who was being sold, I was simply merchandise.
As my depression increased, I constantly had to fight back tears. However, I resolved to myself to never give them the satisfaction of making me cry.
But this was almost too much for me. A ten year old was spanking my behind in front of hundreds of people, while her mother inspected my breasts. Over the next couple of minutes, I must have received twenty to thirty lashes of the paddle. It wasn't so much the pain as much as the overwhelming humiliation, which was now crushing my spirit. Oh how I hated them all!!! Desperately, I fought off my tears, and focused on the only way out. `I swear, I will kill myself the first chance I get!' Somehow, knowing that the end of my ordeal was near, helped me to cheer up. I even started smiling, despite the fact that the spanking was really starting to hurt.
A few minutes later the young brat concluded my spanking, and turned to face me once again. With a sneering smile that plainly reflected her personality, she sarcastically said. "Now slave, say thank you." Regardless of the cost, all I wanted was to wipe both her and her stupid smile right off the planet. I knew that I was only making things worse, but I couldn't help myself.
I stared straight into her eyes, and gave her a bright sunny smile. "Why, thank-you ever so much for spanking me. I'm sure the pain will linger on for years. In fact, thanks to you - I am starting to appreciate just how beneath me you really are!"
The mother once again slapped my face in fury. But this time I was ready for it, and managed to make it only a glancing blow by turning my face away from the slap. In a low calm voice, which failed to mask her intense disgust for me, she said.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you, bitch? I'm going to buy you, and then I'm going to whip you so hard that you'll be begging me to stop! But I won't stop! I will continue to whip you until you have no skin left. After that, you will serve as my daughter's horse. She will ride on your skinless back, and you will carry her wherever she commands. I promise you, you will curse this day and the day you were born!"
With a wickedly victorious smile, the mother and daughter turned and stalked away.
The whole time that the mother was speaking, I made sure to continue with my plaster 'smile', and act as if I didn't care. But as soon as they walked away, I started to curse myself.
`Damn it Mikah, why don't you ever learn to shut up! What did you possibly hope to gain by provoking them.' But I knew it was to late for any recriminations. The damage was already done. And I highly doubted that the mother had only been bluffing.
Oh' how I hated these two bitches. The problem was that they now hated me with an equal passion. And they had the power to make me pay the price of their hatred!
Now, more then ever - I knew the only possible way out was by committing suicide.
A sudden strong feeling of being watched interrupted my thoughts. I quickly glanced up, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed a young woman looking at me with an amused
expression. When she saw I had noticed her, she started walking towards me.
`Great' I thought to myself. `What new humiliation will this young bitch delve on me.’?
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