Chapter Seven - The Auction

Inside the dark, damp storage cellar, Catherine attempted to close her eyes and get some needed rest. However, whenever she pressed her latex body against the side of the narrow cage, she felt an electric shock run through her body. She was forced to perch on the very tips of her toes, ensuring she stayed balanced all night.

With no one inside the cellar paying her any attention, Catherine tried to pass the time by studying the various states of the trapped women stored alongside her. When she was first caged, she spent over an hour trying to catch the attention of the two ponygirls opposite her: the fierce women she knew as Captain Emma Henley and Lieutenant Nicola Shaw. But the latex outfit and hood had turned her into an anonymous doll, and the massive ball inside her mouth made it impossible to speak coherent words nor make any cry above a whisper.

She eventually relented. This time tomorrow, she would be reunited with her two colleagues and safely hidden away in a cramped motel room. She could survive one night of extreme discomfort knowing she had saved her friends from a horrifying fate. Turning her attention elsewhere, Catherine examined the other slave girls trapped in the room.

The rustling of metal chains drew the captain’s attention towards the woman trussed up beside her colleagues. She was naked, with a silver chain harness wrapped around her C-cup breasts, tightly bound to make them appear larger than they were. The dark-haired woman had a rusty metal chain wrapped around her neck, and her wrists were bound to cuffs connected to a steel belt around her waist. An extremely uncomfortable-looking metal gag was secured inside the woman’s mouth, compressing her tongue and forcing her to drool on her tied-up chest. A malicious chastity belt hid her pussy from the world, and a simple pair of 6” black stiletto heels completed the look. Catherine could see the metal-bound woman’s eyes darting around the room, but a look of resignation was deep inside them.

Catherine heard rustling in a cage next to her own, although the cage was much smaller in height. The blond-haired captain’s strict posture collar prevented her from twisting her head to investigate the commotion, but whoever was inside there couldn’t have been comfortable inside such a tiny cage.

Further noises behind Catherine’s cage told her there were more trapped women inside the room, but she was unable to turn around without touching the cage and subjecting herself to an excruciating shock.

The blond off-worlder kept as still as possible and reminisced about her time back on Earth. Many back home would have likely thought Catherine was in her element being surrounded by these naked women. Her focus on her career and lack of romantic interests led to many rumors about her sexually and the assumption that she was a lesbian. Catherine certainly appreciated feminine beauty, but she never regarded herself as being sexually attracted to the same sex. She simply didn’t care for the same carnal desires her fellow citizens enjoyed; she was all about her career.

Inside the narrow cage, the captain had lost all concept of time. There were no clocks on the walls, and she had no idea whether she had been stuck here for minutes, hours, or days. Her arms felt numb, and her feet were suffering, but she held her position out of fear of the painful electric shocks.

Eventually, Catherine heard the heavy sound of a door opening. She squinted her blue eyes when a bright light illuminated the room around her. A number of men walked past her, all wearing the same blue jumpsuit uniform, and appeared to be reading off a sheet of paper as they stopped in front of each of the women.

“Ohh, a two-for-one special,” Catherine heard one of the men remark in a rough accent she had never heard before. He was standing directly in front of her two colleagues. “Let’s get these ponies ready for transport.” He said, taking both of their leashes and tugging them. The captain heard the heavy click-clacking of the two respected space pilots as their new hooves when they were led away.

“Mrpp mphhh!” Catherine tried to call out to them one more time, but her view was suddenly blocked by a large bald man with a toothy grin staring at her.

“Ain’t you a pretty maid,” he commented on her appearance. “I love it when a bitch is fully encased. Reminds her that she is just property.” Catherine immediately hated this stranger. Her eyes narrowed as he looked through the sheet in his hand. “No reserve price? Your seller must be confident in you.” He grinned before opening the front of the slim cage. “Let’s get you prepped for auction.”

He reached forward, clipped a leather black leash to the D-ring on her posture collar, and tugged her towards him. Catherine attempted to resist his pull, but her bound predicament ensured she had little chance of succeeding; the chain between her ballet boots forced her to take tiny, mincing steps.

The man pulled harsher on the leash, and she stumbled forward, her latex-encased chest falling directly into his free hand. She bit down on the rubber ball in her mouth and narrowed her eyes in fury as the large fingers groped and caressed her tits. He twisted her pert engorged nipples, and she muffled out a silent cry, feeling it as though she was naked.

“Time for breakfast before we package you up,” The disgusting man remarked before pressing a button on the handset attached to her cage and returning in front of her. Catherine felt her gag morph slightly. Although the large ball still forced her mouth wide open, a small hole appeared through the center, and she almost choked as she sucked the air through the tiny entrance.

The man hung up a small transparent pouch filled with an ugly, gray-looking substance and slid a plastic feeding tube through the small opening in her gag. He squeezed the bag once, and the substance began flowing through the tube and dripping down her throat. Catherine’s eyes widened, and she tried to shake her head, but the man held her in place. The nutritious solution was disgusting. There was a bland porridge taste mixed with a salty aroma Catherine immediately recognized as cum. She tried to resist the feeding, but the gag was too tight that she had no choice but to swallow if she didn’t want to suffocate.

“Good bitch,” the man praised her as the bag emptied. When he was sure she had swallowed the entire contents, he slipped the tube back out of the small opening, and the gag closed back up. She shuddered, unable to remove the disgusting taste from her mouth. She shook her hooded head and stared at her tormentor. He laughed in response, “My, you are a feisty one. I don’t think I’ve seen such an untrained bitch going for auction before.” He grinned, “Someone is going to have a lot of fun training you.” He pats her latex cheek before groping her breasts one more time. The captain tried to take her focus away from her current torment, knowing that she would be leaving this awful planet in a matter of days.

Just over the man’s shoulder, Catherine could see a poor woman on all fours, with each of her appendages twisted and bound with belts to force her to crawl on her knees and elbows. Her ginger hair was tied into pigtails, with white bows giving her a princess vibe. Two small bells hung from her nipples, jingling with every breath. An artificial puppy tail extended from her backside, connected with a plug inside her asshole, and a wide ring gag forced her pretty lips open. She was being pushed into a small metal cage on wheels.

“Time to get you moving,” the rubber-encased captain was brought back from her distraction when her handler cupped her chin before unceremoniously picking her up and transporting her in a fireman’s carry over his shoulder. She bit down on the giant rubber ball in her mouth as she felt his hard smacks across her plugged ass.

He eventually moved her to a 6-foot-long wooden crate lying on the floor, lowering her bound body inside the box. Her bound arms behind her back slipped into a perfectly sized cutout, and the rest of her body rested on a firm leather surrounding. Before Catherine could attempt to resist, the man pulled black leather straps over her ankles, thighs, waist, and neck, keeping her firmly in place inside the box.

“Enjoy your new life, rubber slut,” the handler grinned before sliding the wooden panel over the top of the box, padlocking it shut. Catherine was left in total darkness, unable to move from her wooden prison.

“Mmph!” she tried to call out when her box was lifted up on both sides and carried out of the store into a vehicle. Catherine helplessly stared ahead in darkness as the vehicle drove away; this plan had better work.

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The journey was long and bumpy. The vehicle appeared to be in a hurry. Catherine was slammed against her restrictive straps over every ditch and pothole they drove over, and the plugs inside her rubberized body slid inside her orifices each time.

As they drove further, the bumpy ride appeared to be calmer, as if they were riding on smoother roads. Catherine figured they must have entered the Sapphire Quarter, which meant they were approaching their destination.

When the transporter came to a stop, she felt internally satisfied. Despite her ordeal, she still had her wits and analytic mind, giving her a rare moment of gratification. Engulfed in darkness, Catherine felt her wooden prison move again, sliding off the vehicle and being carried away.

It wasn’t long before her crate was dropped on the floor with a painful thud. She heard the padlocks being removed before squinting as the cover came off and the ceiling lights assaulted her eyes. The face that greeted her was not the same man who listed her inside the box. This man was clean-shaven and wore a dark, fancy suit with a red tie. He knelt and unstrapped the bindings securing her inside the box and proceeded to lift the latex maid out, standing her up on her ballet-heeled feet.

The rubberized captain’s leash is removed, and she is pushed towards a tall pole protruding from the floor. A small clip is attached to her posture collar before clipping it to the pole. Once her collar was secured to the pole, Cather found that she was unable to turn her head, forced to stare ahead of her. Her peripheral vision noticed two women similarly attached to a pole directly beside her. “Mmphh!” she tried to squeal out at her colleagues. They were inches from where she stood, but she could do nothing to get their attention.

Once all the slavegirls were lined up, the black wall in front of them transformed into a window. Suddenly, the women could see the twenty or so men that had come to bid on them. Catherine felt a sense of relief when she found her criminal companion talking to two gentlemen in the back row. His typically disheveled hair had been cut, and he wore an expensive tailored suit. He looked as though he was in his element, leaning back on his chair, smoking a cigar, and laughing with the other perverted patrons. The scene infuriated Catherine as she stood bound, gagged, plugged, and ready to be sold off.

The man who had clipped the captain to the pole earlier stepped out onto the stage directly in front of the window. Catherine followed the men’s eyes and noticed that none were glancing over at the trapped women; they must be behind a two-way mirror.

“Welcome, Gentlemen. I trust you have been well cared for this afternoon, but we are now on to the main event. We have six high-quality products for sale today, and they are all eager to please your every need.” Catherine felt sick. Being referred to as a product was so dehumanizing, and she hated it. “We will bring each product out individually, and they will be sold to the highest bidder as they perform for you on stage.” She heard a murmur of applause before the auctioneer headed backstage to retrieve the first slave.

Catherine was forced to watch as the metal-restraint woman she had studied earlier was led out first. The suited man ordered the naked woman to twirl around before walking back and forth across the stage, her chest humiliatingly drenching in her own drool. The bidding started at 200. Catherine had no idea what currency they used on this planet, not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered to the captain was Hunter having enough of that currency to ‘purchase’ her and her friends.

The slave girl was bent over, with her ass high and facing the crowd, and her ashamed, gagged face staring back at the one-way mirror. The auctioneer fumbled around with the poor woman’s chastity belt before pulling out the large steel anal plug Catherine had ever seen. The plug must have been 3 inches wide and over 7 inches long. The man displayed the insertion to the audience, and the bidding suddenly escalated.

Her price was settled, and the woman was sold for 60,000 gold coins. There was a light smattering of applause, and the stagemaster reinserted the plug before leading the girl off to meet her new Master.

A naked maid was the next to be sold. In contrast to Catherine’s fully rubberized attire, this woman was completely nude, except for the cuffs behind her back, nipple clamps attached to her small breasts, a frilly maid apron and bonnet, and 4” high heels on her feet. The bound and gagged captain actually felt jealous of how much more comfortable the woman looked compared to her own state.

The naked maid was similarly paraded around until she was sold for 15,000 gold coins and led off to her new life. The puppy girl was led out next, still forced to crawl on her elbows and knees, her tongue hanging out of her pried-open mouth. The slave girl’s gag was removed, and she was forced to play fetch on the stage with a long rubber dildo as the men competed for her price. She was eventually sold for 100,000 gold coins. Catherine still had no context for how valuable that was, but the murmur in the audience told her it was a lot, even for these rich assholes.

The auctioneer declared a quick recess before the culmination of the auction, and the men headed to the bar and continued to socialize as if this was a regular event. Catherine was left to ponder her thoughts. How could people actually live like this? Do they have no morals at all? Ten minutes later, the wealthy men took their seats, and Catherine felt butterflies in her stomach.

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Catherine heard the hooves of her compatriots’ clacker on the hard floor as they were prepared to face the audience. “Now we have a special treat for you all. For the next item, you will not just be bidding on one, but two beautiful ponies!” He declared. Catherine was disgusted by the crowd’s excited chatter when Captain Henley and her lieutenant were presented on stage.

The auctioneer paraded them around the perimeter of the stage as both women pulled their knees up high in unison, as if they had practiced a dance. While the men were transfixed on the performance, Catherine noticed both women glancing at each other as if to silently will themselves through it. If only they knew how close they were to freedom.

The bidding started when the auctioneer had both ponies standing in the middle of the stage, performing a trot on the spot. To Catherine’s concern, Hunter hadn’t yet raised his hand. She heard the bid get larger by the second, but still, her associate showed no sign of bidding.

It wasn’t until it appeared that the bidding was ending that Catherine breathed a gagged sigh of relief, watching Hunter’s hand finally go up to 150,000 gold coins. It looked as though the bounty hunter would win with his first bid, but he was challenged at the death.

The two men conducted a furious bidding war, and Catherine stared in horror. If the unknown man outbid Hunter, this entire ordeal would be for nothing. However, if her criminal companion spent too much on her colleagues, no money would be left to purchase her.

The bidding had reached 210,000 before Hunter’s competitor finally dropped out. A tense pause followed as the auctioneer waited for any final bids before finally striking the hammer and declaring Hunter the winner. Catherine mumbled through her packed gag in glee; the plan had worked.

As her two colleagues were led off stage, the rubberized captain watched one of the auctioneer’s suited assistants appear directly in front of her and unhook the clip attached to her to the pole. He clipped a metal chain to the D-ring on her posture collar and led her towards the stage.

The hobble chain connected to Catherine’s ankle cuffs forced her to take tiny mincing steps. Still, the assistant was patient as she helplessly made her way out in front of the small crowd. She was positioned in the center of the stage before the assistant left her alone.

“We have another special one here. This is slave Anon-416, better known as Slave Maid. But you are not simply bidding on a delicious rubber maid,” the auctioneer announced. Catherine bit into her gag nervously; what did he mean? “The material wrapped around our slave may look like simple rubber, but it is, in fact, constructed with Lustex.” An audible gasp was heard around the room, which confused the bound captain even further.

“As you know, Lustex is an extremely rare natural mineral found only in the remote Tessaria mountains. It has incredible transformative properties that allow it to be manipulated by others. Some even believe that Lustex is itself a living organism.” He explained. Catherine’s eyes widened; this material encasing her was alive? “Mrphh!” she mumbled out in desperation.

The auctioneer approached the displayed maid. “Allow me to demonstrate,” he declared, placing his hand over her encased face and resting on her featureless gagged mouth. He stroked her mouth methodically until the material started to react to his touch. Carefully, the Lustex extended outwards, forming an extension to her mouth. A couple of men in the audience applauded when they witnessed the front of her face forming a small brush.

The suited presenter grabbed Catherine’s leash and tugged her violently down to her knees. “Now, let’s start the bidding while our maid here makes herself useful.” He stepped on the captain’s leash, forcing her head down to the floor until the brush made contact with the stage. Although Catherine’s face was entirely covered, the auctioneer grinned at the humiliation in her eyes.

She desperately wanted to resist but was put in an impossible situation. Reluctantly, she started brushing the stage floor with her new brush extension. With her arms tightly encased behind her, Catherine had to be careful not to fall flat on her face. She heard a smatter of laughter from the audience as the bidding started.

Shuffling her body to face the stage, she immediately heard her bid move up to 100,000 coins. Nervously, Catherine stared out at Hunter’s table and hoped he was leading the bid, but her eyes widened in horror. Hunter wasn’t even paying attention to her. He was being introduced to his new purchases, squeezing Captain Henley’s right breast as if he were examining the product. “Mphh mumphhh!” she desperately tried to call out, but her gagged cries were too muted for anyone to take notice.

‘Had he betrayed her?’ she sullenly thought when it hit her; he had no idea who she was. Someone had hacked into the system after Hunter left her at the processing center, and they changed her details and ensured her outfit covered her entire body. Hunter probably thought she was out back waiting to be sold.

“200,000, 220,000, 240,000…” Catherine gasped as a bidding war broke out, but Hunter was paying no attention to what was happening. “How about another demonstration?” the auctioneer halted the bidding. He stepped over to the helpless doll and assisted her to her tiptoes.

The man pressed against the brush protruding from her mouth, and it receded, leaving the lower half of her face featureless once again. He grabbed Catherine’s restricted waist while twisting one of her nipples. She stared at the man in terror when she felt a weight expand out from her waist. Somehow, the Lustex had formed a serving tray extended out from her encased midriff. That wasn’t the cause of the captain’s alarm, however. The material pinched against her engorged nipples, and a rubbery chain extended from her breasts towards the serving tray, ensuring the tray was stable.

Two men stood on stage and started placing filled champagne flutes on her newly formed tray. As the weight became heavier, Catherine felt the chain pinch harsher against her nipples. “Now, as they finish their bidding, why don’t you serve your potential new Masters some drinks?” The auctioneer smacked her on the ass, causing one of the flutes to wobble and barely survive. Catherine had no intention of mixing with these despicable men dressed like this, but she suddenly formed a plan.

If Hunter had no idea who she was standing on stage, he must realize once he gets a good look into her uncovered eyes. Reluctantly, the rubber maid stepped down from the stage and slowly tottered around the room, edging closer to her target. “280,000, 300,000…” Catherine heard the bidding resume and knew her time was running out.

As each man took a glass from her tray, they helped themselves to groping her asscheeks or squeezing her breast. One wealthy man cupped her covered sex, which further pushed the large phallus inside of her, almost causing her to stumble over.

She finally reached her target at the far side of the cozy room and stood patiently next to her companion, Hunter, as he laughed with two other men. Both of her colleagues were bent over, with Hunter pushing Lieutenant Shaw’s tail plug in and out of her ass. Why was he humiliating them like that? “Mmphhh,” she tried to mumble, but she wasn’t sure if he had heard her. Hunter reached out for a glass without directly addressing her, as if she were just another servant.

Catherine refused to move on and stood directly beside the bent-over ponies until Hunter finally turned his head to her directly. “What do you want? Move o-” he gasped, looking deep into Captain Knight’s eyes. Catherine gasped in relief; he actually recognized her.

“…and sold for 420,000 gold coins!” Catherine’s stared ahead in horror at Hunter’s confused face. He had fucked up. “Mphh!” she cried out at her partner as she felt a harsh tug, and one of the assistants forced the sold captain to follow him away. She tried to turn her head back towards the bounty hunter, but the posture collar and leash compelled her to stare ahead. Catherine felt everything spiraling out of control; what had just happened?

Catherine desperately attempted to pull against the man’s direction, but her restraints rendered her powerless against him. He forced her into an empty side room and attached her leash to a hook hanging from the ceiling. The leash would be easy to unhook if she had the use of her hands, but the tight armbinder ensured the loose binding was enough to keep her in place. “The boss will be right with you once the event has finished. Stay put.” The assistant commanded her before he left the room and locked it from the outside. She knew she was in trouble.

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Catherine attempted to pull against the chain but almost strangled herself when she lost her footing. She tried to cry out for help when someone attempted to open the door several times, but her veiled cries were too muted for anyone to hear her. The visitor gave up on the door shortly after.

Half an hour later, the door unlocked, and the suited auctioneer strolled in. He was followed by three other men rolling in a large box covered by a white sheet. “Thank you for waiting, 416.” He spoke to her, referring to her modified Anon-416 name. “Let’s get you prepared, shall we?”

The dominant man unhooked the leash from the ceiling and led her over to the large container. One of the assistants pulled the sheet away, and Catherine gasped at the sight of the newly revealed bright pink display case.

It looked like a life-sized replica of a doll’s display box you would find in a toy store, complete with the ridiculously feminine coloring and font. Catherine had always hated how pretty dolls were marketed towards women, even back on Earth, as if they were brainwashing them at an early age to become feminine and subservient. Admittedly, feminism has made massive strides over the last few decades, but old habits die hard.

The bright pink box had a sizeable heart-shaped window at the front, and the words’ Dolly Designs’ were scrawled along the bottom in yellow font. One of the men opened the front of the 6-foot empty box, and the auctioneer led her closer to it.

The suited man turned Catherine 180 degrees and paused as though he was admiring the fear in her eyes. He stroked the serving tray around her waist, and it immediately began to recede back until it disappeared completely, the chains on her nipples also withdrawing, much to the bound doll’s relief. He then reached behind her and methodically stroked the painfully strict Lustex armbinder. To the captain’s surprise, she found the armbinder starting to loosen, allowing her to move her arms more freely until it detached entirely and transformed into latex gloves.

Her reprieve was short-lived when the auctioneer simply pushed her backward, forcing the hooded, gagged woman to stumble into the box. Once inside, two assistants slid her newly freed hands into a loose slot on the back of the box near her waist, and the straps tightened, restraining her hands by her side.

Catherine tried to struggle furiously, but they tightened even further each time she strained against the straps. A similar white strap was pulled over her waist and tightened into place.

The auctioneer stepped forward and reached behind her neck, releasing her strict posture collar. Before she could react, a similar white strap wrapped around her neck and forced her head against the back of the box.

Finally, her hobble chain ankle cuffs were removed, and one of the assistants kicked her feet wider apart before two white straps over her ankles kept her legs in place. The gagged captain was trapped and firmly secured inside the doll box.

The auctioneer folded his arms and stared Catherine up and down, appraising her. “Don’t worry, 416. You will meet your new Master shortly.” Catherine attempted to fight against her new bonds but was forced to quit when they tightened painfully. “But first, he has arranged a special trip to Dolly Designs. You should feel grateful; it’s not every day a bitch receives an all-expenses paid trip to DD.” He grinned, cupping her chin, forcing her to stare into his eyes.

Catherine helplessly pleaded with the auctioneer through her effective gag. He stroked her cheek before giving her a firm slap. “Hopefully, your Master will return you to The Gilded Lounge once you’re all trained. He is a very important donor to our club.” The suited man reached into his pocket, pulled out a medical syringe, and nefarious pushed the needle into the hapless pilot’s neck. “Until we see you again, 416, good night.”

He chuckled vindictively and stood back. Catherine already felt her eyesight start to fail her when one of the assistants closed the doll box lid. Despite desperately attempting to stay awake, the trapped doll’s eyes closed, and the helpless doll fell asleep, hoping her hated partner had a plan B.

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