Amy

 

AMY SOLD

 

Any wasn’t sure what awoke her, and had no idea if it was day or night, the blindfold keeping out any light there may have been. Then there was a noise to one side of her, and her immediate thought was that the men who had been there earlier had returned.

 

But it was a female voice that spoke softly into her ear.

 

“Hello Amy. I don’t think this is what you expected when you started. But its too late to stop it now. you really shouldn’t have gone for that promotion ahead of me. Six years I have worked there, and you, only there six months, and you apply for my promotion, and beat me to it. This is your payback Amy. By Monday your job will be vacant when you don’t turn up, and I will get the promotion I want.”

 

Amy tried to say something, but the gag didn’t help, and it was all mumbled.

 

“Don’t apologise”, said Sheila, “ being sorry now wont help, and in fact, wont even be the last time you feel sorry for yourself. My plans for you will make sure you will feel sorry every day for the rest of your life.”

 

Amy could feel Sheila between her legs, and hear her unlocking the ankle cuff on her right ankle. But before she could move, something metallic and cold was slipped around her ankle, and the distinct clicking sound of cuffs closing could be heard. Dragging Amy’s right leg over to her left,  Sheila placed another cuff on her ankle, a chain of only eight inches in length between them. Only then did she release the cuff that Amy herself had applied.

 

“Get used to them Amy”, said Sheila. “They will be with you for some considerable time. How long is not in My control, but I am sure they will be there for some time yet.”

 

Grabbing Amy by the hair and shoulder, Sheila pulled the girl onto her knees.

 

Immediately, Amy screamed in pain, as the vice on her tits came off the ground, and the weights still attached to the clovers on her nipples pulled the clamps tighter. Sheila helped the girl to her feet and stood watching her. Even though the crotch rope had now gone, Amy could still not move her hands, the rigidity of the Police cuffs making it impossible.

 

“Just so you know, that chain between your ankles is only eight inches long, try to run, and you will fall over, try to walk too fast, and you fall over, and with the blindfold on, you have no way of knowing where you are heading, could be into the stream, and then if you fell, you would drown, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

 

Without warning Sheila aimed a well placed punch straight into Amy’s midriff, taking her breath away, and forcing her to sink to her knees.  Sheila simply grabbed the vice and hauled the breathless girl to her feet again, before slapping her across the face.

 

Amy screamed out in pain, but Sheila simply ignored her, and slapped her face on the other side.

 

“Just so you know, you are going to be my guest over the weekend, and then hopefully on Monday, other arrangements will be made for your future. I hope you said goodbye to your family, as they won’t be seeing you again, in fact, nor will anyone you know. The blindfold will stay on while you are my guest, as will the cuffs and chains. I may remove the gag to allow you to eat, but any noise, and I shall re-gag you with something more silencing. Any hope you have of escape, is wasted hope, you will not escape, you will never see friends or family again.”

 

Sheila urged Amy to move forward, reminding her that she could only take small steps, and with the blindfold, had to follow Sheila’s guidance, or fall over. Time meant nothing now to Amy, she didn’t know if it was day or night, still Saturday or Sunday morning.

 

It was slow going with the hobble and not being able to see, more than once she almost lost her footing on slick grass under her feet, but Sheila had caught her each time and held her upright.

 

She could feel the brambles scratching not only her ankles and legs, but the upper part of her body, which told Amy they were heading in a different direction from her own car.

 

She tried to remember where Sheila actually lived, not that she knew how she could use this information to get help, but if she could remember, she would at least know where she was if the chance came to call for help. But, she had never seen Sheila’s personnel file, and Sheila had never actually divulged her address, so this was not going to help Amy.

 

Amy had no idea how long they had been walking, but her legs ached, not only from the hobble reducing her to baby steps, but the brambles had scratched her badly.

 

She felt Sheila drag her to a halt, and heard something click open. Amy realised that they had reached Sheila’s car, and that at least the walking was over. It was only when Sheila told her to bend, and she was helped into the boot, that Amy truly realised that this was no joke, Sheila really meant to abduct her.

 

“she cant get away with this” thought Amy. “I will be missed, the police will come looking for me, and will search Sheila’s house and find me”.

 

Even as these thoughts ran through Amy’s mind, the other argument flashed through just as fast. Sheila had said her future would be decided by Monday, and that meant Sheila had made plans to hide her kidnapped colleague out of sight. If so, maybe the police wouldn’t find her.

 

Hearing Sheila open and close the drivers door, and the engine start, Amy started to cry again, the blindfold soaking up her tears.

 

The car seemed to be making a lot of left and right hand turns, but never seem to travel in a straight line for very long, so Amy had no idea where they were. It could be within the city bounds, or somewhere entirely different. Her hands hurt badly from the rigid cuffs, and told herself she would never use these ones again, before realising that perhaps she would not get the choice ever again.

 

The car eventually came to a halt and Amy heard the engine stop. The silence was deafening, as she realised she could hear nothing outside her small prison. She was certainly not in the city, but where was she?

 

The boot opened and Sheila started to drag her prisoner out, making sure as best she could that Amy didn’t cut or bruise herself on the metal of the boot. Holding onto the police cuffs to stop Amy walking off, she closed the car boot, and then pressed at Amy’s hands, urging her forwards.

 

Amy could feel gravel under her feet, the small stones cutting into the soles of her bare feet, pressing between her toes.

 

Twenty steps later and the gravel turned to concrete, cold under her feet, but better than the gravel. At least now Amy didn’t feel she was about to fall over at any given moment.

 

Three or four steps later and Amy was brought to a halt. She heard a door open, and felt Sheila’s breath on her face.

 

“if you’re gong to make a break for it Amy, now is the time. Once I take you through this door, there will be no escape. However, before you do make a run for it I must tell you, the owner of this property has dogs, they don’t like strangers, and as you don’t know where they are, I would not suggest you offer yourself as dinner for them. “ Sheila let go of Amy and waited, but Amy made no move to run. She had already worked out that if Sheila was capable of doing what had happened so far, then she wouldn’t care if Amy was attacked by the dogs. Amy decided it was useless to run, but also guessed it was going to be harder to stay where she was.

 

Amy had never made a shrewder guess.

 

Sheila ushered Amy through the doorway, and smiled to herself when the door closed, and Amy flinched.

 

“That’s right, that was the last taste of freedom you will ever have.

Soon. It will be your only desire to serve and serve well, because if My plans for you come off, which they will, then pleasing and serving will be your only salvation.”

 

The two women made their way across a large hallway, tiled in the mosaic style the Romans had employed. There were four doors on each side of the hallway, each leading to another room, except one, a grey door at the far end. Reaching this Sheila told Amy that they were about to go down a flight of stairs, and if she fell, then that was fine.

 

Amy had never known Sheila be so cruel, and had thought of her as a friend, or would never have asked her to help with her self bondage game, a game that seemed so long ago.

 

Slowly the two descended the stairs, and if Amy could see, she would have realised she was walking into an old cellar, though not dingy and grimy. It was white tiled all the way round, and on the floor. The ceiling was panelled with fluorescent lights, so that the cellar was totally lit. in one corner stood a toilet, with a small sink next to it. Across one wall there was a wooden bed, no mattress and no sheets. It was not cold here, but not overly heated either.

 

There was a long chain bolted to one corner of the room, and Sheila led her hapless victim towards it. Without saying a word, Sheila picked up the chain and wrapped it around Amy’s waist, puling it tight so that it would not slip over the girl’s hips, before placing a padlock in the links, and closing it.

 

The chain was long enough to reach the bed, the sink and the toilet, but not long enough to reach more than two steps up the stairway. Unless Amy suddenly found super strength, she was not going to get free of it, and not going to get free of the cellar.

 

Satisfied that the chain was locked in place, Sheila at last removed Amy’s blindfold, watching as the girl’s eyes blinked in the light, knowing that after so many hours in the dark, it would take a few seconds to get used to the light.

 

“okay Amy, this is your new home until I make other arrangements. There is a toilet, a sink and a bed. I will bring food to you soon enough, but it will be in a bowl, as I am not releasing your hands or your feet. The light will remain on at all times. You can scream for help all you like, but the room is sound proofed, no-one will hear you, even if they stand immediately outside the door upstairs. Any questions?”

 

Amy had many questions, but the gag, as Sheila knew it would, prevented her asking any of them, as all her words came out mumbles and indecipherable.

 

“Okay”, said Sheila. “ I will get you something to eat as I know you must be hungry. I cant offer you a bath or shower, even though you smell as if you need one. Enjoy your new life, it will never end, only the rooms will change, your captivity wont.”

 

With this, Sheila turned and walked away, leaving Amy to cry and suffer alone.

 

MORNING

 

Amy had no idea how long she slept, fitfully, it was only when Sheila came into the cellar and woke her that she came to life.

 

Walking over to Amy, she finally removed the gag that had held her mouth open for so long.

 

“there is food in the bowl. Eat it or starve, personally, I don’t care, I  am off to work, and intend to get the promotion you stole from me. I will arrange your future, hopefully, though it wont be good for you. Just so you know, there are a couple of people interested in you, and when they come to view you, if you do not make yourself attractive and they refuse you, I have no reason to keep you alive, do I?”

 

with that Sheila left the cellar, leaving Amy alone and considering her future. Who were these people interested in her? Why would they be interested in her? Can she escape before they get here?

 

Pulling on the chain around her waist, she soon realised that escape was out of the question, and if she did escape, where was she? How could she get home?

 

The next few hours were a blur of panic and frustration for Amy, she couldn’t get free, and knew that sooner or later Sheila would be back, with whatever plans she had in store.

 

She had never seen this side of Sheila before, vindictive, hateful, had she seen it she would never have asked Sheila to be the one to release her originally.

 

Amy tried to remember the smiling friendly face of Sheila that had encouraged her at work, had congratulated her when she received the promotion, that had share drinks on Friday nights after work, and who had readily agreed to help her in her self bondage games. But that face wouldn’t appear in her mind, all she could see was the venomous face that had appeared to her that morning, the face filled with hate, eyes cold as steel.

 

Amy now remembered that it was Sheila’s idea, after hearing how Amy liked self bondage, to play the game that had led her to this place. Sheila had been the one who had told her how to find the clearing, and had encouraged her to go and see it for herself. Sheila had obviously been planning this for some time, and had at last succeeded.

 

There were footsteps on the stairs, and Amy shrank back against the wall, not that doing so would offer her any protection. Sheila moved into the cellar and walked over to Amy, the chained girl trying to stay out of reach, but failing miserably. In Sheila’s hands were the blindfold that she had removed earlier in Amy’s captivity, and a ball gag.

 

If Amy had planned to struggle with Sheila, it was a hopeless idea, as Sheila moved in front of her, and without a word or warning, slammed her fist into the poor girl’s stomach, knocking her breath out, and sinking her to her knees.

 

With Amy now helpless, Sheila had no problems getting the blindfold and gag in place, the gag opening Amy’s mouth wide, the straps fastened behind her head to ensure she could not spit it out.

 

“There will be a couple of people here to see you soon, if you impress them, one of them will hopefully buy you, if you don’t impress them, and neither of them buy you, I would not want to be in your shoes.” Said Sheila. “ your future, such as it is, is in your own hands”

 

Amy heard Sheila walk away and her footsteps receding up the stairs, leaving her alone, and once more, in the dark.

 

She tried to make sense of what Sheila had said about impressing and they would buy her. How could anyone buy her, Amy was not a dog, or an animal, she was a human being, human beings weren’t bought and sold like cattle at a market. But she had realised already that if Sheila said she was to be sold, then it was probably true.

 

But how was she going to impress whoever it was? What did they expect of her? And who were they?

 

Amy had no idea now of timing, no way to know how long she had been here. It could still be, as Sheila had suggested, Monday, or it could be later. It could even be still Sunday and this was all a joke to make the bondage game more realistic.

 

Footsteps were coming down the stairs, two, maybe three pairs of feet, and coming to a halt in front of the naked and restrained girl.

 

“Here she is”, said Sheila. “ young, firm breasts, firm cheeks, and from what my accomplices tell me, good both anally and orally, they didn’t try her vaginally, as they didn’t want to soil your product. She needs a bath, but I don’t have the facility to give her one without releasing her hands and her waist, so she will need hosing down before shipment.” Sheila paused for a few seconds, and then went on.

 

“Shipment can be arranged to leave here in under 24 hours, all arrangements have been made, the package will be delivered using private charter plane to an airport of your choice, where you can then make your own arrangements for further transportation.

Feel free to check out the merchandise, and I will see you back in the office when you are ready.”

 

Amy heard Sheila’s footsteps recede, and go up the stairs, leaving her with, who? She had distinctly heard three sets of footsteps enter the cellar, maybe more, so there were at least two people still here. She strained her ears to try to figure out where they may be, but thee was no movement. Maybe this was another part of Sheila’s game, to make her believe she was about to be sold to some unseen buyer.

 

A hand suddenly ran over her breasts, a calloused hand, but not a harsh stroke, gentle, catching her nipples on the palm as it passed over them. Another hand moved between her legs even before she could close them to stop it.

 

“ she does have firm breasts” said one voice, a mature sounding voice with an accent, perhaps Middle Eastern. “I am sure the marks on them from some device or other will soon vanish, and her legs are strong.”

 

Another voice answered. “ young enough to be a breeder, could also be a house girl. She may need training up, of course, but at her age, that shouldn’t be too much of a problem”

 

“Mmmmm. How is she?” asked the first man.

 

“Was wet as soon as I put my hand between her legs, may be a good breeder. We can give her the pills to enhance her ability to breed, but she seems to get wet easily. Not sure how well she would conceive, but the pills would see to that.”

 

“the price is a little higher than I expected, will she drop it do you think?”

 

“She may, depends on how fast she wants the sale to go through, or if at all. You saw how she looked at this girl, she may even want her for herself, though where she would keep her I don’t know. Sir Lawrence won’t allow his place to be used indefinitely”

 

“okay, offer her six thousand, and allow her to get to eight, but I am not paying the full ten thousand for an untrained girl”.

 

Amy listened with horror to this conversation. They had spoken about her as if she wasn’t thee, her opinion didn’t matter. It was as if she really was being sold at a cattle market.

 

One of the men had left, but the other one, she presumed it was the one who had said how much to offer, was running his hands over her body, as if still examining her. His fingers touched her eyes, ran through her hair, his other hand pressed between her legs, then moved to press slightly into her arse. It was like he were examining a piece of meat at the local butchers.

 

Amy didn’t know how long it was, but eventually the other man came back into the cellar and walked over to where she still stood, the first man’s fingers buried in her pussy.

 

“7,500” He said as he approached. “ she wanted more, but I told her this would be the last deal we would do with her if she insisted, and I reminded her that the last girl wasn’t as good as she had said, so she accepted ”.

 

That part of the conversation had taken Amy by surprise. The “last girl”? This meant that Sheila had been planning this for much longer than Amy had realised, and that it wasn’t simply because Amy had been promoted over her. This was how Sheila made her living, kidnapping and selling girls.

 

Sheila was, in fact, a slave trader, with many years experience, having found and sold over twenty girls on the “white” market. They had all had similar characteristics, brown or black hair, no taller than 5’ 3”, non smokers, and non- virgins. Amy fitted this description to a “t”, her brown eyes attracting more than a casual look from Sheila when Amy had first arrived in the office.

 

At first sight Sheila had decided that Amy was going to end up as one of her “girls”, and all she had to do was find a way to acquire her. It had taken six months, and Sheila would have waited six more, a year more if necessary. Amy’s fate was sealed from the first morning at her new job, the job she had gained promotion at. Sheila was never going to get promotion, she had never applied for it, she was more than happy in her own job, but it had given her something to use to through Amy off the track, so she would not realise that she was picked up for sale, not on her promotion, but on her looks.

 

The two man, now the sale had been agreed, had left the house, and it was up to Sheila to package the girl, and get her to the small airport in northern Africa. This wasn’t a problem, as Sheila owned her own small plane, and had a hired pilot on standby.

 

Walking back down to the cellar she walked over to Amy and told her that her life had been saved, as the men who had looked at her, had decide to buy her. What happened after that was of no concern to Sheila, her only concern now was to get her ready, and on the plane.

 

“Obviously, with no passport you wont be travelling first class”, said Sheila. “ in fact, even second class is too good for you. You will be sent parcel post, you being the parcel.

 

Amy felt a slight sharp prick in her arm, as Sheila continued to talk.

 

“That needle I just gave you contained a sleeping agent, and will keep you out of harm’s way for up to 24 hours. Its actually a horse tranquilliser. It only takes a few minutes to take effect, so I have to make this quick. I am sorry you thought I was your friend. But I have learned over the years how to “befriend” victims. It throws them off guard, and I get to know their secrets, yours was self bondage, and I as happy to help you to that end. The man who bought you is a regular customer of mine, you wont know the other girls he already has, but many of them know me. They have each sworn to escape and come for me, but as yet, none have succeeded. Nor will you.”

 

At this point Sheila’s voice seemed to be getting more and more distant. Was she walking away as she spoke? Suddenly, there was no more voice, the cellar seemed to disappear into darkness, and her last thoughts before passing out were

 

“ What will become of me?”