Ring Slave two: The Auction
Patti said, “Hi Terri, I’m glad you called. I was about to call and ask if you want to hang out tonight.”
The short girl with mousy brown hair said, “Looks like we are thinking alike. I called Brandi and she is up for some fun tonight. Do you have anything in mind?”
“There is a little bar next to the Ring Club, I thought that might be nice. They have this cool window where you can sit and watch the freaks coming out of the Ring Club,” said Patti.
“Sounds perfect,” said the exuberant girl, “I’ll call Brandi and see if that’s okay with her.”
The three girls arrived at the Crow Bar in a taxi. Patti paid and the three girls made a last check of their makeup. The cabbie leapt out of the cab to open the door for the girls, not out of courtesy, but to leer at legs exposed by extremely short dresses.
Once in the bar, they found a table next to a window that faced the Ring Club, They all ordered wine, and Terri asked, “Either of you ever been in there?” She pointed out the window to the club next door.
Brandi laughed and said, “No way.”
“Not in my wildest dreams,” Patti lied.
Two months after ringing Mandy and Penny, Patti started hanging out at the Crow Bar. She spent many hours watching the table at the window that looked out to the Ring Club. She had watched all the girls that sat at the table near the window and waited until she saw something in their eyes. A month earlier she had spotted her two new friends. Patti said, closely watching her friend’s reactions, “We should go to the Ring Club, sometime… you know, just to see what it's like.”
The two girls giggled like schoolgirls, but Patti saw the spark in their eyes and smiled. Brandi said, still giggling, “Yeah, let’s do that sometime. Maybe while there, Terri can get a ring.”
She playfully kicked her longtime friend in the shin and said, “You know, it’s you that wants one.”
The two girls looked at each other and as if talking to each other telepathically. Brandi said, “Patti, don’t laugh, but Terri and I used to fantasize about having a ring. It was just silly schoolgirl stuff, but it was hot.”
Patti, older then her two nineteen year-old fiends, said, “Fantasies are fun. I can see why you think that is hot. Maybe one of you should get the ring to see what it’s like.”
The younger girls giggled, but their eyes turned dreamy. An hour later, and several glasses of wine later, Patti said, “I have a confession to make.” The girls looked at her hoping for some juicy tale. The woman said, “I have a VIP pass to get into the Ring Club. We can go there now and not have to wait in line.”
The younger girls looked at each other as if they had won the lottery and they asked in unison, “Should we?” Still staring at one another, Brandi excitedly said, “Let’s go.”
The three girls gathered their pocketbooks and hurried from the bar. The two younger girls were giggling like schoolgirls when they reached the door. Patti already had her VIP pass in her hand. She flashed it at the doorman, and they were ushered in.
Patti took a seat at the same table she had been sitting that night with Mandy and Penny. She waved a hand and a ringed waitress brought them three glasses of wine. Patti asked the girls, “Have you ever seen a ringed girl up close?”
“Only in magazines,” said Brandi. She asked Patti, her brow furrowed, “You said you had never been here before, but you have a VIP pass?”
Patti smiled sheepishly and replied, “I didn’t want you girls to think I was some kind of freak. I actually come here often.”
The two girls quickly brushed off the lie and began gawking at all the ringed girls. At one point Patti saw the two girls rubbing each others inner thigh. The woman asked, “You girls ever hooked up together?”
They blushed and Brandi replied, “Sometimes.”
Patti smiled and said, “That’s okay, I like a little girl-girl action sometimes myself.”
They left the club that night without incident. The next day Patti released Mandy and Penny from the closet and said, “I have reached a decision. Go get in the trunk, we're going for a ride.”
The girls walked quickly to the open trunk, got in and laid down on either side of the ring. Patti followed them, attached their leashes to the eye-bolt, and closed the trunk. Twenty minutes later the car pulled into the courthouse parking lot. She freed the two ring slaves and they all went to a door with a small rectangle sign swinging over the door that read, “Registration.”
Patti handed the woman at the desk a form that had been completed by hand. The clerk looked Patty up and down, and said, “Gotta see your twat, honey. All girls gotta be inspected before ring slaves can be registered. You might not believe this, but sometimes we get ringed girls trying to register slaves.”
Patti thought it was silly since it would be impossible to get jeans as tight as hers on with a ring. She complied with the woman and pulled down her pants and panties. The woman seemed to look too long at Patti’s shaved pubes and she quickly pull up her pants.
The elder woman looked at the two ring slaves, grunted, and rubber-stamped the form with a bright green “Approved”. She said, “Have one of them lie on the table so that the ring can be placed in the press.”
Patti pointed at Mandy and said, “You first.”
The old woman asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? This really devalues such valuable animals.”
“I’m sure,” said Patti, even though the woman was right. This could eventually be a huge financial error.
The ring three-eighths inch thick ring was slipped in to the arbor and locked into place. The woman adjusted a dial setting the numbers and then pulled the handle. She then unlocked the ring from the base plate and said, “Okay, let’s have the other one.”
The registrar stamped a six-digit number into each of the rings. Patti was registering the girls as her property. Even if someone were to steal the ring slaves, they could never sell them or let them be seen in public. The old woman picked up a tattoo gun from the table, sloshed antiseptic on Mandy’s head and began to tattoo the same number as on the ring and registration slip into each of the girl’s forehead. This second step assured that people are aware the slave is registered, there can be no mistake.
The ring slaves felt comfort in having been registered. They knew they were somewhat safer from being stolen. They also knew that the tattoo on the face devalued them greatly. The number on the forehead was painful and wasn’t professionally done. The numbers were haphazardly done, but legible. The pain of getting a tattoo on the forehead had both of the girls in tears as they left the office.
That night while locked in the bedroom closet, the two ring slaves heard voices in the distance. Patti kissed the girl and said, “I’m so glad you came over tonight. I wanted to tell you how I feel about you.”
Terri said, “I have had feeling for you since the first week we met, but I was so afraid of acting on them. I’m so glad you called me tonight.”
For the next hour the two women kissed and touched each others bodies in ways Terri had only imagined. She had never been with a woman in such a way. Sex with Brandi had been child’s play compared to what she experience with the older woman. She thought it impossible, but she had fallen in love with Patti.
They were laying under the cover in each others arms when Patti hesitantly asked, “I have no right to ask this, but I'm worried how Brandi might react when she finds out about us. I think she might be in love with you. Could you please not tell her about us, for now?”
Terri smiled at the thought of her friend being in love with her and replied, “Really, we are just friends, but I’ll not tell her for a while, until you are comfortable.”
“Thank you so much,” said the older woman. She then asked, “What did you think of the girls with the rings? Isn’t that one of the hottest things?”
Terri blushed and replied, “Gawd, I was so wet when we left that club. I went home and had a dozen amazing orgasms. If I was in a committed life long relationship, I think I would love to have a ring, but I wouldn’t want to be something that could be bought and sold.”
Patti said haltingly, “Would you… never mind, this is so silly.”
“What?” Asked the young lover. “Nothing is silly between people that love each other like we do.”
“Well,” said Patti hesitatingly, “would you get a ring for me?”
Terri sat up in bed, the covers falling away exposing her naked round breasts. She said almost breathlessly, “I’d walk through fire for you, my love. Just say when.”
“How about now?” Asked Patti.
The younger girl beamed, and said, “This is insane. If this means you are asking me to spend the rest of my life with you, then it’s an emphatic yes.”
It took them only minutes to dress and be out the door. The next thing Terri knew she was at the club and walking hand in hand into the back room. Patti flashed her VIP pass to the guard just inside and he nodded, but he knew her even without the pass. The pass just insured that Patti, herself, didn’t end up ringed.
Patti helped position the girl’s feet into the stirrup and then strapped her hands to the table. The man in the usual black t-shirt swabbed the girl’s pussy, in and out, as well as the abdomen, with antiseptic. In a swift, single motion, he stabbed the awl into the girl’s abdomen. She screamed, but no one seemed to care.
The metallic instrument curved out of her pussy. The man placed the open end of the ring against the awl’s pointed tip and used the ring to push the awl back out the way it had come. The pliers holding the ring open was released and the ring snapped closed. The man then attached the electrodes and there was the usual buzz, zap, blinding white flash, and ozone scent filled the air as the ring was welded closed.
Patti snapped the one-foot long leash to the ring and Terri was released from the table. She said to the man, “Good job as usual. I’ll have another one for you soon.”
The guy laughed and asked, “When are you going to let me give you one of those pretty silver rings?”
The woman laughed and pushed Terri out of the room. The newly ringed slave was still in shock as she walked through the noise filled club. Something had just gone wrong, but she wasn’t clear yet what it was. Once out of the club the shock had worn off enough for her to ask her lover, “Are you upset with me?”
Patti laughed and said, “No, far from it. I am pleased to have another ring slave.”
The girl, here eyes clouded with tears, asked, “But… I’m not just another ring slave, right?”
“You really are stupid aren’t you,” replied Patti, “no one can love a ring slave. They are just property.”
Terri was crying full out, the heartbreak masked the pain in her lower body. She said, “You said you loved me. You said we would be lovers even after the ring.”
“You really are gullible. Everyone knows that rings slaves are just stupid girls. No one could ever care about someone that willingly puts a ring in their twat,” said Patti. “Get in the trunk of the car, we're going to your apartment. I really love it when the slaves watch as I go through their property.”
The apartment was small, but neat. Patti tossed the key on the coffee table and walked down the hallway, peeking in each room until they came to the master bedroom. She pushed the ring slave in, attached the leash to the doorknob and began going though drawers. Terri angrily asked, “What the hell do you think you're doing?”
Patti laughed and said, “Going though my new belongings. The moment I attached that leash to your ring, everything you owned became mine. Now shut the hell up before I gag you… or cut out your tongue.”
The look on Patti’s face made the ring slave realize she might actually cut out her tongue. She did know that legally there was nothing she could do, but if she could get to the gun under her mattress, she could free herself. Just as her fingers touched the snap ring, Patti’s hand snaked under the mattress. She pulled out the 38 revolver and turned to grin at the slave. She saw her hand on the snap ring and said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You know I can put a bullet through your head and no one would care.”
She walked over to the ring slave, pressed the barrel of the gun in her mouth and said, “Trust me, if not for the money I’d lose, I’d pull the trigger right now and be done with you.”
Patti tossed the gun onto the bed and rifled though the nightstand drawer. There she found bank statements and grimaced, the girl was broke, but had little debt. She tossed the checkbook and a pen she had taken from the purse to the ring slave. “Write the check for $300, that’s what the statement says you have,” ordered the woman.
Terri’s hand was shaking as she did what she was told. Her lip curled into a small smile as she thought of how yesterday she had worried how she might pay the rent this month. That, or any other debt was a worry a ring slave didn’t have. The same lack of rights that prevented them from owning anything also prevented them from occurring debt. Those thoughts made the ring slave, at least for the moment, more willing to accept her fate.
This day Patti was in a particular sadistic mood and handed Terri the phone. “Call your parents and tell them what stupid thing you have done. Tell them bye since this is the last time you will ever speak to them.”
Shaky fingers dialed the number that she knew better than any thing in the world. A happy voice eventually said, “Hi, Terri, I didn’t expect you to call today.”
The ring slave had to control her tears and trembling voice as she said, “Momma, I did something really stupid.”
That sent the mother into panic mode and she began asking a long list of questions instead of waiting for her daughter to tell. Terri said, “I met…”
Patti took the phone from the girl and whispered, “Don’t mention me or my name. Just give her the genetic version.” She handed the phone back to the ring slave. The last thing Patti needed was some angry parent hunting her down.
She continued, “Momma, I don’t know how to say this, but know that I love you and I am going to miss you and daddy. About an hour ago I got pierced.”
The mother assimilated the information into something mundane and said, “Is that all, baby? I will love you no matter how many piercings or tattoos you get.”
“You don’t understand, momma, I didn’t just get pierced, I got a ring,” said the distraught slave.
The phone went silent. The mother knew the moment her daughter had called that was what had happened. She had once accidentally looked at a page in her daughter’s diary that had been laying open on the bed and there was mention of someday wanting to be ringed. The mother sat down and asked in a subdued tone, “Do you have someone kind to take care of you?”
The ring slave looked at Patti and thought of the promises the night before. She knew now all those promises had been lies, but she didn’t want her mother to worry more than necessary, she replied, “I do, momma. She is a good woman.”
Patti looked at the girl and then mouthed, “Time to hang up now.”
Terri said, her voice cracking, “I have to go now, momma. I love you forever, no matter what.” The phone went dead as Patti took it from the ring slave and tossed it into the garbage can.
The next hour Patti went though everything in the apartment. There was little that she would want to keep. She had a guy that would pay her cash for the apartment’s contents. The woman unsnapped the leash and led the ring slave to the front door. When the apartment door opened, Terri stopped abruptly, as if frozen into position. Patti, annoyed, turned to glare at the slave. A male voice said, “Hi Terri, You are looking nice.”
“Who are you?” Snapped Patti.
He stepped closer, offered a hand, and said, “I’m Paul, a friend of Terri’s”
Patti ignored his hand and said, “Terri is a ring slave, and she has no friends. I have to be going, now.”
Just as Patti turned, the man said, “I have a proposition for you. I want to make an offer for Terri.”
Terri’s heart leapt with joy. She had dated Paul a couple months before. She had thought he was ‘the one’ and then she met Patti and stupidly fell in love with her. The last night as they had lain naked in bed together he had said falling in love with Terri would be easy. The ring slave thought, “Maybe he had fallen in love with me. He is going to buy me from Patti and set me free.”
Patti looked warily at the man and asked, “What kind of a proposition?”
He asked, “How much time will five hundred dollars buy me with Terri? She gives the best blowjobs ever. I would love to have use her mouth just one more time.”
The woman laughed and sarcastically said, “Since you are such a good friend, I’ll let you have her for thirty minutes for one hundred.”
Terri’s heart broke even more, if that’s possible. He had been her last hope for freedom. She had been so wrong about him and Patti. The girl began to believe her life wasn’t worth more than being a ring slave.
The three of them went back into Terri’s apartment and Paul closed the door. He unzipped his pants as Patti ordered the slave on her knees. The ring slave was crying at this point. Hope of escape had been shattered and replaced with humiliation. The man she had once thought of as a lover was now using her as a whore. She now wondered if he had ever cared for her, it he had just been with her for the sex. Hurt was replaced by anger as she closed her mouth over the hard cock. She pulled him deep into her mouth.
Patti snapped a picture of the ring slave with the cock buried in her mouth, her lips pressed tight against pubic hair, and his balls bouncing against her chin. She said, smirking, “I’ll leave you two love birds alone. I’ll take one more look around the apartment. From the man’s moans, she knew he would never use the entire thirty minutes.
After a quick look around the kitchen, Patti became bored and then went back to the living room. She had misjudged the man’s control as he was squirting all over the ring slave’s face. He then put his cock back into his pants, zipped up, and left the apartment. Patti said to the slave with a strand of sperm running from an eyebrow to her cheek, “You must be good. Maybe I should keep you around and sell that mouth of yours.”
They left the apartment and Patti was about to put the slave in the trunk when a police car crawled by. Patti waved a hand at the officers and shouted for them to stop. The car pulled over and she said as the officer on the passenger side lowered the window, “I was as the registration office and they said that you guys could do some things for me.”
The female officer looked at the ring slave in disgust and said, “I guess we can, depends on what you want.”
Patti pulled Terri’s drivers license out of her pocketbook and handed it to the officer. I just wanted to report a new ring slave so things can be done properly.”
The officer picked up the radio microphone and said, “357 reporting an RS. DL#397590.”
The voice on the other end cracked, “10-4.”
The officer said, “It should take about two weeks for her to work though the system. By that time there will be little evidence she ever existed as a human.”
There was an underground group that had been stealing ring slaves, removing the rings and reintroducing the girls back into society. To prevent that, a law had been passed where all records of ring slaves would be erased. They tried to erase as much of the slave’s past as possible. Within an hour a team would arrive at Terri’s parent’s house. They would take any photo, paper, or items that mentioned Terri. If the parents cooperated, there wouldn’t be a baby picture or a graduation picture left. Many times the parents were so ashamed of their daughter they would fully cooperate.
The officer dropped the driver’s license into the garbage bag hanging from the dash and said, “Have a good day, ma’am and thank you for your cooperation.”
Patti locked the crying slave into the trunk and went home. She took the slave into the house and down the stairs into the damp basement. She sat the slave on the floor and then shackled her wrist to chains anchored into the wall. She said, “You look like a runner to me so I’m not taking any chances. I’m using the shackles since your ring hasn’t had a chance to start healing.”
That moment her cell phone rang. The woman looked at the number, smiled, and said, “Hi Brandi. I was hoping I would hear from you.” Patti winked at Terri and asked, “We going to the club tonight?”
Brandi was silent for a moment and then asked, “You promise to never tell anyone?”
With eyes locked on Terri’s, the woman replied, “You get the ring and no one will ever know but us.”
Terri had no more tears and said angrily, but not before the called ended, “You have no intention of keeping the ring a secret.”
“How did you guess?” Asked the woman sarcastically.
That night Brandi was crying and shackled next to her friend Terri. Mandy and Penny was putting ointment on the girl’s rings as the two newest ring slaves ate the mush that had been prepared for them Terri had tried several times to get the two ring slaves to speak, but they were never tempted. They had long accepted their life and knew being a slave to Patti was a lot better than some of the alternatives.
A month later and five ring slaves later the house was busy as Penny and Mandy cooked and clean in preparation for the big event. The two ring slaves wanted to make sure everything was just as their mistress wanted. Since the other ringed girls had been brought in, Mandy and Penny had gotten a lot more freedom. At times, they basically ran the house. They still slept in the closet, but they spent much less time attached to the kitchen counter.
Just as the sun set, cars began to arrive. They brought men and women dressed in expensive clothing. Eventually, they had twenty men and women seated in the great room. The two rings slaves served food and drinks to the guest. Patti had been clear that these were special people and were to be treated as such.
An hour after the last person arrived, Patti came in wearing a gray business suit with a form fitting skirt that came to mid thigh. She said, “I know some of you have traveled great distances to be here so without further ado we will begin.”
Down in the basement the seven slaves had been readied for presentation. Each had a number written on their forehead with a marking pen. There was a single chain that passed though all their rings. Penny was on the back of the line, while Mandy was at the front. When Mandy heard Patti stop talking she tugged at Terri and they began the climb the stairs.
Once they were lined up in the great room, Patti said, “Just to be clear, my personal slaves, the ones with the registration, are not for sale. The others, although, are for sale to the highest bidder. You may inspect the girls in any way you like.”
After one hour my girls will take your sealed bids and as soon as I can sort through them and verify account transfers, then you may leave with your property. The girls have not been trained. They are raw. In the desire for full disclosure, some of the girls were tricked into becoming ring slaves, but they will eventually understand there is no escape. They did all willingly received the ring in accordance with the law.”
The men and women stood, and began to walk slowly around the ring slaves. Some even stuck fingers in the girl’s pussies. Patti knew that was more for play than business. Some forced open the girl’s mouth and check their throats and teeth to insure they were healthy. Eventually all the ring slaves were poked and prodded in almost every orifice.
At the end of the hour Mandy and Penny collected the envelopes containing the bids and took them to Patti who waited in her office. One by one she carefully opened the envelopes. She smiled at the card inside one of the envelopes. It read, “Ring Meat Farms.” She had heard those places existed. They slaughtered ring slaves and sold their meat. Although, no one was sure if that was legal, no one was questioning the operations. Patti was happy with the bid and grinned as she saw Brandi’s number on the slip of paper. She had been a little worried that Brand might not sell since she was slightly over weight. She wasn’t obese, but not the body type that most people would want as a slave. Ring slaves were rarely purchased for sex since their pussies weren’t very comfortable to men, but people wanted the slaves to be aesthetically pleasing.. The ring could give a man quite a chafe.
This was going to be a big payday for Patti. The seven ring slaves were going to bring almost seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars. She saw that one person had put in a bid for Mandy and Penny. He had offered as much as all the others combined. She was tempted.
Patti went back to the great room and announced the winning bids. The losers left quickly, while the winners collected their prizes and were slower to leave. She saw Terri and Brandi looking longingly at each other. Patti said, “Terri, I can assure you that you will never see your friend again.”
As the man claimed Brandi, Patti said, “Chris, how much for a couple pounds of her?”
The owner of “Ring Girl Farms” said, “For what she cost me I’ll charge you double the market rate.
The two of them laughed. Patti said, “Let me see what I can do about getting you some low grade girls for your meat packing plant. I might can give you a bulk rate.”
Chris smiled and said, “In that case, I might just slaughter this girl next week and invite you for dinner.”
Brandi was in shock. She stood naked in a room full of people as two of them talked about slaughtering and eating her as if she were cattle. A few weeks before she had been the typical college student, but now, she was no more than food.
Everyone was gone except for the tall Middle Eastern woman sitting on the couch. She had been the one to place a bid on Mandy and Penny. Patti looked at the woman thoughtfully and said, “Double your bid and they are yours.”
The woman stood, smiled, and said, “Sorry.” She walked out of the house.
Patti said to the two ring slaves, “That’s the stupidest thing I ever did. I should have sold you for the three quarters of a million. Out of all the ring slaves that have passed through my hands, you two were truly my friends. Even though I can only have disdain for any girl getting a ring, I can’t see me handing either of you over to someone that might treat you worse than I do.”
That night the two ring slaves fell asleep in the closet with a smile on their faces. They had long accepted their life as a ring slave, but it was a relief to know they hadn’t been tricked, as had the other girls.