Traffic

Ch 5: Sold

"There now, you look sexy, girl. It'll be hard to get much for such a young one, but you make up for it, I think. Come with me. Make any noise and, well, you saw  Samantha..."

Kelly nodded, obeying him and remaining silent. He led her to his car and she saw they were only a few blocks from where the party was. She knew it wasn't the same night, though, because the party wasn't going on anymore. She knew the way home from where she was and wanted to run.

"Stay here, I have to unlock the door."

Paul went around the car to unlock the doors and Kelly wasted no time in dashing away, running as fast as she could in the heals she was wearing. Paul didn't want to make a scene by yelling, so he drove after her, Keeping up with her in the car easily.

"Stop making a scene and get in. I need to punish you before we go now because you made a big mistake."

He pulled her into the car and drove to a vacant parking lot and parked. He got out of the car and pulled her out with him, pushing her up against the front of the car. He lowered his pants a bit and hiked up her dress and raped her, shoving his shirt into her mouth so she wouldn't scream. She began to bleed again and he stopped, shoving her back into the car and driving off. She cried so her makeup ran and she bled a little on the dress.

"Now look, you've gone and soiled your outfit. I guess you have to change again."

He brought her back to his house and dressed her into a miniskirt with a cropped top on and re-did her makeup.

"Much better. Now. You've learned your lesson, haven't you? You won't do anything stupid again, will you?"

Kelly shook her head.

"Use words!" he shouted.

"No, Master."

"Very good. Now, get in the car."

He drove her to a large building on the outskirts of town and brought her inside. She was then brought to the back of a large stage with a handful of other girls her age and some older.

"Welcome, folks, to the fourth annual Teen Auction! We have seven young ladies backstage who are excited to move on with their lives and look forward to going home with you. They are very pretty, so bid high! First we have Amanda, a sixteen year old virgin who longs to make her parents suffer. She's got 38B cups and long, slender legs. Can we start he bidding at 500? Do I hear 500?"

"Five!"

"Seven!"

"Seven hundred, do I hear eight?"

"Eight!"

"We have eight, will anyone go for nine?!"

"I bid TWO THOUSAND!"

"Two thousand going once, twice, SOLD!"

Amanda walked forward on the stage, waiting for her new owner to come claim her. He was a tall, thin man with a short beard and an intimidating glare. He strained to look backstage, wanting to go home with more than one.

"Next we have Brittney. She's a thirteen year old virgin who was persuaded to join a friend here and is willing. She has 34 A cup size and is short, but a great kisser! How sweet. Can we start the bidding at 300?"

Five more times this happened. Girls were auctioned off to men of all different ages and some doubled up. One girl went to an older man and his friend who dragged her out immediately while tearing off her clothes, leaving a trail behind them. The girl screamed and they heard banging and thumping around just outside the door until the screaming stopped. Kelly looked horrified at the thought of what just happened. She was last in line and scared as hell.

"Next we have Kelly. She's a 13 year old, size 38A cup size, very promising for later years, and is not a virgin, ooh, intriguing! She's a skilled kid and hopes to make some man very happy. Can we start the bidding at 500?"

"I bid 500."

"Six!"

"Eight!"

"We have eight hundred, do I hear eight fifty?"

"Nine hundred dollars," a tall man said from the back of the room. Kelly stood, tears already running down her cheeks, and her vision blurred. She tried to see who these people were, but she was in way too much pain to care at the moment.

"We have nine hundred going once, going twice--"

"One thousand."

"We have one thousand dollars, going once, going twice, and SOLD to the man in the leather jacket! You may pay right up front here and claim your prize."

The man walked forward and by that time, Kelly was shaking with fear and pain. She couldn't really see the man as he came and grabbed her arm firmly, dragging her off the stage. As she was led out, she heard the man say, "Gathering in Las Vegas next year for our next big auction! Better luck next time!"

She was appalled and scared at the same time as she was shoved into a car and driven a way. She didn't want to be treated this way and she wished she had never left her house.