Jack didn’t particularly enjoy attending these sorts of… events. These actions were so pretentious, but it was how old money liked to do it, and as new money, he didn’t have much say in the matter, so he simply went along with it for as long as it served his needs.
And his needs were of great depravity.
Jack was by no means an unattractive man. Quite the opposite, even, being a thirty-seven-year-old man in great shape and blessed with good genetics, with sharp facial features, striking green eyes, and thick, straight, dark-brown hair dotted with a few silvery strands, cut and combed neatly. Ties were not his thing, so even now, dressed in a suit, he went without, leaving the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone, the edge of his toned chest to peek out.
He sat quietly amongst the others, all donning masks to obscure their identity, as the girls were auctioned off one by one, his gaze only drawn by the last one, a shapely, young brunette with an ample bosom. Finally, after attending several of these auctions now, a woman who was worth making his own, to make his sex slave.
The opening bid was 40k. No problem. He raised the small sign in his hand that had his action number on it.
“I see 40k over here! Anyone going 42k?”
Another entered bidding war. No matter. He’d go over it.
And again. And again.
“Sold for $51,000!”
Good. He’d have her shipped to his private estate, a mansion in a rural area, just inside a lush forest. Private, secluded, unlikely to be disturbed, especially since the property was walled off. The nearest town was a ten-minute drive by car, and the nearest neighbour was almost just as far.
Rebecca would be taken away, drugged again, and transported in secret while unconscious. Next time she would awake, she’d find herself in a bedroom. It was a nicely furnished bedroom, with a king-sized bed, one that she was bound to, hands cuffed and chained to the headboard, ankles cuffed and with a steel rod between them that kept her legs forcefully parted. She was gagged, the crude one from before replaced with a leather ball gag.
Jack stood beside the bed, gazing down at her, his green eyes cold and calculating. He’d been given a rough timeframe for when Rebecca would awaken from her drug-induced slumber, so he’d been waiting for about fifteen minutes.
“You’re awake. Good,” he said simply. “Do you understand the situation you’re in?”
In his hand was a riding crop. Hovering it over her, he slowly placed the tip of it against the underside of one of her breasts. “Nod yes or no.”