The man doesn’t look much better, dressed in leather pants that are way too tight. His chest is covered with gray hair and he’s sporting a belly that’s making my stomach churn even more. This is definitely a couple I’d like to stay away from.

I take in the people as they enter the room. They are all vile creatures and I struggle to swallow my contempt down.

When most of the seats are filled, Cameron comes in with his three guards following behind him.

“Evening friends,” he bows slightly and I have to concentrate to force a smile on my face. “I’m honored to have you all here. The slaves will join us soon. I have a large collection,” he boasts, “of the finest ass and pussy you’ll ever find. Thirty-five slaves will parade for you, so you can get a sample before the bidding starts. There will be a female to my left and a male to my right, they are not to be sampled. Bidding for them will open as soon as they join us later tonight, and as always, the highest bidder will get them for the evening.”

My tongue feels thick and I swallow hard. I might be good at this, but Lord, every party makes me age a hundred years.

Cameron claps his hands once and the doors open behind him. Girl after naked girl enters the room. They are all collared and every collar has a number engraved on it. I wish I could take them all … right now!

My heart starts to beat faster as the girls move through the room in a clockwise fashion.

I watch as Cameron’s three guards start to move from the one table to the next, taking the bids. It’s all being done silently. The one guard speaks into a microphone and I watch as Cameron nods. A girl is pulled from the group and shoved at a man’s feet. The man pets her and when he starts to fondle her breasts I feel Adam’s hand on mine. I let my eyes meet his, taking a moment to strengthen myself.

It’s just so damn hard!

The elderly couple whispers with each other, not paying any attention to the girls.

I take a deep breath and let my eyes wander through the room again. I watch as one girl after the other are led away.

These people have no morals. I’ve had to watch girls being violated so many times, and tonight’s no different.

One of the girls gets onto the table next to us. I watch as they strap her to the table, facing down.

One of the guards comes to our table. I think his name is Sven. “Evening,” he bows slightly, just like Cameron did. “Do any of the slaves interest you?” He looks right at me and Adam, not even posing the question to the elderly couple.

My lips twitch into a smirk. “No, not yet,” I answer.

The elderly woman turns to the guard, “Sven-dear, put down my usual stake for Jack.”

I frown as he nods. “Excuse me,” I grab Sven’s attention. “I thought bidding for the male slave will only start once he’s here.”

I hear the elderly woman make a disgusted sound through her nose. She can go fuck herself!

“Mistress Westbrook always places her stake for the male slave early in the evening. She’s been with us for years.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I’m sure she’s been with you for years, I can see that,” I let the insult sink in before I add, “I’ll double whatever she’s put down.”

I hear a gasp but don’t even bother to look at the old bitch.

Sven nods and turns back to Mrs. Westbrook. “Would you like to increase your stake, Mistress?”

“Of course!” she snubs haughtily. “I’ll stake one hundred and fifty thousand.”

I look over at her, the smile on my face widening. Just then Jack and another female slave come in. They make a stunning couple. I can see why Cameron has them as his top sellers.

Just like earlier Jack stuns me with his beauty. I’ve never seen a male slave like him before. The males are normally small of built, more boy than man. It makes it easier for the savages to control them. Jack is huge. He’s taller than Adam and that’s saying a lot. His muscles ripple as he walks. His strong jaw is covered with day old stubble and it honestly makes him look smoking hot. His dark brown hair is thick and I still remember his green eyes from earlier. He looks strong and that is something a master or mistress doesn’t want.

I can see why Mrs. Westbrook wants Jack. Her husband is a sniveling rat. Jack is younger, stronger - someone who should be able to stand his man – and there lays the challenge for her. It makes her feel powerful to control such a strong man.

I don’t want to come across as too eager, that will only increase the amount I have to pay for them in the end.

I ignore Sven and turn to Adam. I lean in close and whisper so only he can hear. “What do you think of the woman? The one who just came in.”

Adam’s eyes dart past me and I watch a flicker of emotion cross his face before it disappears behind the mask he always wears.

After a few minutes Adam frowns lightly, then he whispers, “She is stunning. I’ll go take a closer look.” I watch Adam walk over to where the woman is kneeling on the podium, her blonde hair a silky curtain around her.

“Come,” Mrs. Westbrook barks to her husband. They walk to the next table where they chat with the couples there.

I find Sven and indicate for him to come to me.

“Yes, Mistress,” he says when he reaches me.

“I’d like to place a stake of two hundred thousand for the male slave. Would you be so kind as to ask Mr. Hawkins if he could give me a minute of his time tomorrow?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Sven scurries off and I see Mr. Westbrook stop him. They exchange words and then Mr. Westbrook goes back to join his wife. They walk over to where Jack is kneeling.

My eyes find Jack and I feel the familiar stirring in my heart. Sadness. I feel an agonizing sadness for these people. No human should ever have to endure the horrors these people do.

The crack of a whip makes me jump. My eyes dart to the table next to us and I fight to conceal the horror flooding me, as each of the monsters around the table takes a turn to hit the poor girl. She stares blankly to the side, not even flinching as the whip tears at her back and ass.

I look down and pretend to adjust my skirt as a burning lump forms in my throat. I can’t lose my shit now! I have to keep it together!

My eyes fall on another poor girl that’s being forced to give an old man a blowjob. Her face is red as she gags every time the fucker shoves deeper down her throat.

At another table two girls are in the sixty-nine position, eating each other out. Some men around that table are jerking off, for all to see. I’m revolted to the point of feeling physically ill.

Cameron himself comes over to my table. I can smell the greed coming off of him in waves. I school my face quickly so there’s no sign of the distress I’m feeling for the human beings being violated around me.

“My slave seems to be in demand tonight. Mr. and Mrs. Westbrook have increased the stake to two hundred and fifty thousand.” He looks almost excited as he tells me this. “Would you like to increase your stake?”

“Four hundred thousand,” I snap. Money gives you power around here. Cameron wants my money and that makes me quite powerful, seeing as I’ve inherited my father’s fortune.

A wide smile spreads over his face.

“I’d like to add the male slave to my collection. Also,” I look over to where the blonde slave is still kneeling. Adam is standing to the side, not taking his eyes off her, “the blond that came in with him. I think they’d make a stunning couple for my collection.” I meet Cameron’s greedy eyes. “And my husband seems to have taken quite a liking to her.”

Cameron’s smile fades and he crosses his legs, getting comfortable. “They’re my most prized possessions.”

“I’m aware of that. I’d like to make them my most prized possessions.” I smile wistfully. “They’d be perfect, almost like a Barbie and Ken.”

Cameron laughs suddenly. “And they say men never grow up, only the toys get more expensive.”