The Viewing
If you recall, Gemma had been in solitary confinement and her Mistress had taken her and Jane into the city during the evening. We rejoin Gemma as her Mistress had just ‘left her’ in a strange building with strange people examining her and all this after Mistress Lucinda let slip something about an auctioneer! What will happen next in this the gripping next instalment to ‘Lot 666’…
The two men lifted Gemma onto her hands and knees again. She resisted them as best she could but in her restricted state and with one very strong hand holding her head harness she was no match for the two men. They examined her from head to toe and when they had finished, they unbound her from the table and lifted the bucking and squealing girl into the animal cage below the table. The door was closed and then padlocked and the two men then carried the cage from the room. Gemma tried to remember the route they took as the men carried her tiny prison deep inside the building, but there were so many twists and turns that she lost track of it and gave up. Eventually they arrived at a much larger room that had lots more occupied cages around the edge, many of which were stacked on top of each other. Gemma was placed on the floor, but she noticed the men had placed her away from the rest of the cages and more toward the centre of the room. They tied a ticket to Gemma’s cage with a metal wire band… Gemma could just about read what was on it. It said – Lot Number 666 – a sure sign of the devil in Gemma to anyone.
Gemma began to sob again, as she was now certain that she would never see Mistress Lucinda ever again. It was obvious that Mistress had sold her to an auction house! How she missed her Mistress’ soft touch on her head, her warm smile looking down at her, her deep dark eyes looking at her! Those eyes, that everyone spoke about whenever they saw Mistress Lucinda and in which Gemma had lost herself, daydreaming, so many times and now she would never see them again. She wiped her eyes with her hands and peered out from her tiny wire prison on the floor. As her eyes adjusted to the dark room lit only by a few red down lighter lamps, Gemma could see that the other cages were occupied by other slave girls – no men, just girls! She tried to speak but she still had her bit gag in her mouth and all that came out was a sort of gibberish.
“Hey there, you in the middle?” a girls voice whispered, “shut your noise or they will come and put you to sleep!” it finished. Gemma fell silent instantly, she knew all about mind numbing sedatives and had no intention of experiencing them from people she did not know or trust.
The following day was viewing day at the auction rooms. Gemma lay on the floor of her small cage looking miserable as sin. The attendant had to poke her with a cane to get her to react for potential buyers and that just made her hiss and show her teeth. This was not something the auction house saw as helping with her sale so they silenced Gemma with a heavy leather muzzle that covered her mouth and chin completely. She was then moved to the back of the room out of the main viewing area.
Gemma lay there with only the more hardened visitors actually viewing her and she did not like the look of any of them as far as being owned by them went. Then her eyes lit up as Mistress Amanda showed up with Danielle and Henna. Danielle and Henna both saw Gemma in her cage through the bustling room and they looked very sad. Mistress Amanda went straight to the attendant and he pointed over to where Gemma’s cage was. Gemma saw Mistress Amanda then look towards her and then back at the attendant and she said something to him with a stern look on her face. Gemma sat up and managed to turn herself over so she could kneel and she pressed her nose against the wire cage and hooked her fingers through the mesh for support.
Mistress Amanda tied Danielle and Henna’s leashes to a solid fixture in the doorway and then she and the attendant came over to Gemma’s cage.
“Wait there!” Mistress Amanda instructed the attendant.
She bent down and looked at Gemma in her cage.
“Well, well” she said, smiling suggestively. “So you finally pushed your luck too far did you lass” her gorgeous Scottish-tainted accent rolled across her tongue and sent shivers of excitement through Gemma.
Gemma just looked back at Mistress Amanda with her biggest possible ‘puppy dog’ eyes as she could not speak with the muzzle on.
Mistress Amanda looked back at the attendant… “Why is she muzzled boy?” she asked.
“Snarling and hissing at the buyers Miss!” said the young lad in a broad cockney accent. “To be honest Miss, if she don’t sell tomorrow, then it’ll be the workhouse for her!” he finished with an evil grin aimed at Gemma.
Mistress Amanda turned back to Gemma who was now looking terrified… “Do ya here that ma girl?” she said, “if ya don’t perk up a wee bit, ya’ll be sent to the workhouse, and if ya thought working for Mistress Lucinda made ya knuckles raw, you ain’t seen nothing yet gal!”
Gemma moved back from the wire bars a little and started to tremble with fear. Mistress Amanda stood up and turned to the young attendant.
“How much is the estimate on this one?” she asked him.
He produced the auction programme booklet and pointed to a figure…
In the BDSM world, the value of slaves is never discussed openly as to actually purchase a ‘human being’ as a slave is technically illegal. This is why amounts exchanged for slaves are referred to as ‘Donations’ or ‘Tributes’, thus making them charitable payments and not purchases!
Mistress Amanda raised her eyebrows in surprise. “As much as that?” she said with a hint of scepticism in her voice. She turned and looked down at Gemma again… “Well lass” she said, “I will be at the auction this evening but I cannot promise I can raise the amount that is being asked for you!”
Gemma looked up at Mistress Amanda with eyes that begged her to save her. Mistress Amanda turned and walked back to where Danielle and Henna were kneeling. She untied their leashes and giving the ‘heel’ command, she left the room. Gemma sank back in her cage and considered her fate. For the rest of the afternoon she tried to look as pretty and desirable as she could but it was difficult when wearing a full muzzle and people looked but no one showed more interest than a passing glance.
The viewing session drew to a close and the buyers left. Each girl was taken from the room in turn and when they were returned all were crying. Gemma ran her nails up and down the wire bars of her cage to get the attention of one of the other slave girls. Then she made a hand gesture that asked – well, what’s going on? The other slave girl lifted up her short pleated skirt to reveal that she had been tattooed with her auction number and the letters L.S.A on the base of her hip (L.S.A stood for London Slave Auctioneers). Gemma winced at the though of it and just at that moment the two porters returned and placed another snivelling girl in a cage next to Gemma’s cage. One of them went to pick up Gemma’s cage and Gemma shook with fear.
“Just a moment” said the other porter, pulling a list out of his back pocket. Then he looked at Gemma’s Lot Number… “Hmm… Not this one – she’s already marked!” he said to the man stood behind Gemma’s cage. The men then left the room and the girl that had shown Gemma her tattoo called to Gemma through the bars of the cage between them…
“How did you manage that?” she asked, sounding a little annoyed that Gemma had escaped being tattooed like the rest of them.
Gemma pulled the back of her hot pants down a little to reveal a bar code and a number tattooed on the small of her back:
“Oh wow!” exclaimed the other slave girl; “you’re registered!”
Gemma nodded. Then she was reminded of her certificate back at Mistress Lucinda’s and all that she could see in her mind were the words - ‘owned by Mistress Lucinda’. She started to weep softly, the salty tears being channelled into her mouth by the leather muzzle. The other girls tried to comfort Gemma but she just turned her back to them and settled down on the metal base of her cage – her legs were aching and so was her heart – oh how she missed her beloved Mistress!
Silence befell the room aside from the occasional cough and sounds of sleeping girls. Most had decided the only thing for it was to get some rest, as they would all be expected to perform for the bidders during the auction. Gemma lay there still as a mouse when she heard mixed voices in the corridor outside accompanied by the sounds of high heels and leather & rubber creaking. Occasionally there was the ‘click’ of a walking cane passing in the corridor outside.
Then silence prevailed again, at least briefly…
To be continued...
Written by: Maid Gemma
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