It was a woman in her thirties followed by a man in his late twenties. Both of them had been auctioned but for a very small price. But it still kept t...em out of the factories. “Up next we have, Scarlett,” the auctioneer said and I knew this was it. I walked out and into the spotlight. With the light it was impossible to see any of the audience members. “Scarlett is twenty-one today. She’s five-foot two,” she said and finished giving them my details. The bids had already started going up and. I head to the kitchen, leaving her to deal with this new stimulus. She knowsbetter than to cum, but at the same time she may not be able to resist. Eitherway, I think to myself, I'll be satisfied with the results of this little test.I decide I'll fix dinner, and check in to see her progress when I'm done. As I cook, I can't help but analyze my own feelings. Why do I do this? Ilike the sensation of power, of controlling another human, especially a beautifulwoman, but why put her through these. “Don’t do that or I’ll not finish these!”I told her that I’d change my clothes and help her out as I walked quickly to the bedroom. Changing into a pair of sweatpants and a ’T’, I hastily returned to the kitchen.A few hours later, all the cookies were baked, cooling on rack after rack.“Thanks so much for the help, Hun,” she said as she kissed me quickly. “Now, I’m going to go shower! Thanks to you, I‘m a few hours ahead of the plan!” she added as she disappeared down the hallway.It was almost. The back door of the closest vehicle opened and the Arabic banker stepped out, Marcus glanced back at me. “Come on over Robert, let me introduce you, we are going to be doing a lot of business with this gentleman over the next several years you should get to know him”. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up as the man smiled and waved at me, something was off. I walked around the front of the car and catching a flash of glass or a reflection from the interior of a dark upper room.