Story Idea

[Jackdonkey22]

Hello, I’m a long time lurker on this site and greatly enjoy the modern slavery stories by Joe Doe, Carl Bradford, and others. In particular, I find the different ways a woman could be tricked into slavery very appealing. A story idea with a plot like this came to me one day and I figured i would share it. If anyone would like to use it, feel free. I’m not much of a writer.

One day, a young woman just happens to meet a celebrity she’s been a huge fan of for years. The starstruck fan is over the moon when he takes an interest in her. After a period of courtship, he convinces her to sign up for an Any Chance Auction at The Big D, promising her that he would never sell her. Once the bids come in, however, he shows his true colors, trading the naive slave for a handsome payout.

Any thoughts?

[imreadonly2]

What sort of celebrity? Did you have a particular celebrity you were basing this off of? What is the celebrities motivation? Presumably they'd have lots of money already? Do they just enjoy the manipulation, and the thrill of the hunt? Do they secretly hate their fans?

[Jackdonkey22]

For the celebrity, I didn’t have a particular one in mind. Actors are typically the first to come mind for me when I think celebrity, but musicians or athletes could also work for this scenario.

For the motivation, money works pretty well in my opinion. A celebrity that managed to blow through all their money buying frivolous and expensive things would be perfect. Or even one that is just looking for some extra money on the side. The thrill of hoodwinking the unsuspecting target could play a role or simply be a bonus.

As far as hate goes, not really relevant to what I had in mind.

[imreadonly2]

I couldn't believe my luck when I met Jimmy at the audition. I had only been in Hollywood for a week, and already, my first celebrity. There was an immediate spark between us. Although I didn't get the part, Jimmy asked for my number, and we met for dinner the next day. He took me to an exorbitant restaurant and introduced me to other celebrities. I was on cloud nine, and my heart fluttered with every glance he gave me.

That night, we ended up at Jimmy's beach house. The cool ocean breeze caressed my skin as I stood on the balcony, overlooking the moonlit waves. I could feel his eyes on me, and my body responded with a shiver. I turned around to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. He had been drinking a lot, but I didn't care. "I want you, Kelly," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill down my spine. I eagerly obliged, shedding my clothes as he watched, his eyes never leaving my body. I stood before him, naked and vulnerable, my skin tingling with anticipation. He told me to turn around several times, smiling as he looked me up and down, almost as if he were appraising me.

"A natural blonde," he said, smiling as he pointed at my crotch. "They'll pay extra for that," he added.

"Who will pay extra?" I said, genuinely confused. He pushed me against the wall, his mouth claiming mine in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every dip, and every crevice. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. He picked me up, his strong arms lifting me effortlessly, and carried me to his bedroom, which was 10 times the size of my shitty apartment in West Hollywood, which I shared with 4 other girls.

He laid me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly undressed. I watched, mesmerized, as he revealed his chiseled body, his manhood standing at attention. He climbed onto the bed, his hands parting my legs, and positioned himself at my entrance. I gasped as he entered me, my body stretching to accommodate him. He filled me completely, and I moaned, my body shuddering with pleasure.n I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. I matched his rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my body tensing as he neared climax.

He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit, and I exploded. My body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I cried out, my voice echoing in the room, as I rode out my orgasm. He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside me. He fell asleep on top of me, snoring. It wasn't romantic, but it was HOT.

The next morning we made love again. Less intense, but better, less drunken, and gentler. We lay together, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling as we caught our breath. He looked at me, his eyes filled with desire, and said, "I want to cast you as the lead in my next movie. You'll be a slave girl, and I'll be your master."

I was thrilled. I had always wanted to be an actress, and this was my chance. I agreed, and we started playing master/slave sex games. Over the next few weeks, he "trained me". He would spank me when I didn't suck him right or do my auction block moves correctly. He would give me jewelry or expensive dinners when I pleased him, which was often. I was turned on by the money, the power, the humiliation, the hot-and-cold nature of his drunken affections. Yes, he could be abusive and manipulative, but I knew that he was my ticket to stardom.

One day, he asked me if I'd consider going to a faux slave auction where he could pretend to sell me. The idea was both humiliating, frightening, and exciting. I answered him with a long, loving blow job, knowing that this was my chance to prove myself. He said he was going to invite a couple of the producers, and the auction would be my audition.

Jimmy's eyes lit up with excitement as he told me about the upcoming event. His hand tightened around my neck as he whispered into my ear, "You're going to be a hit, baby." I felt a mix of fear and anticipation swirl in my stomach, but I nodded eagerly. If this was what it took to get the part, I was willing to do it.

The flight was a blur. He had arranged everything, including our flight on his private jeet. The plush seats and champagne did little to calm my nerves. As we descended, I stared out the window, my heart racing at the thought of what awaited me. When we arrived at Love Field he told me he was taking me to The Big D Slave Market.

"I've heard of it. They used to sell cows and horses there, now they auction slave girls like cattle, right?" I asked nervously.

Jimmy nodded with a smirk. "Exactly. It's all in good fun, though. It's a cattle market, just like the old time markets in the Mideast were, in the movie." He winked, and I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach.

As we approached The Big D, the neon sign flickered in the night, casting a garish light over the parking lot. The image of the naked girl being roped by a cowboy sent a shiver down my spine, and I wondered if that's what the evening had in store for me. Inside, the place was a mix of retail store efficiency and country rustic charm, with a hint of the depravity that made my pulse race. The air was thick with the scent of leather and sweat, and the low murmur of conversation and laughter filled my ears. The woman behind the counter was wearing a fringed cowboy shirt and boots, her expression one of boredom as she chewed on a wad of gum.

Jimmy sauntered over to her, and the two exchanged a few words. She barely glanced at me as she handed him the necessary papers. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves as he signed his name, granting himself power of attorney over me for the evening. My stomach knotted as I realized the gravity of what I'd agreed to. He turned to me, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and said, "You're all mine now, darling." With a pat on the butt, he handed me over to a pair of burly men in cowboy hats, who led me away to the back. Behind me, Jimmy gave the clerk and a couple of the people standing in line his autograph.

The coldness of the floor shocked me as they stripped me of my clothes, tossing them into a bin like they were dirty rags. My nipples hardened as the air hit my bare skin, and I felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement. They didn't bother with gentleness, and the blue tag, shaped like California, was stapled to my ear without any warning. The pain was sharp, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The woman with the clipboard looked at me, unamused by my discomfort. "You're lot 24, Broadway block," she said flatly. "Remember that. You're nothing but a number here."

They slipped a metal collar around my neck, and it felt cold and heavy, a constant reminder of my new status. The burly men then pushed me into a large, open shower area, where a dozen other girls were already being hosed down. The spray was cold, and I shivered, but the sight of them standing there, all naked and gleaming wet, made me feel less alone. Then the teenage boys came in, armed with brushes and buckets of soapy water. They looked at us with hungry eyes, and their laughter echoed off the tiles as they started to scrub us down.

The brushes were rough, and the boys didn't hold back. They scrubbed every inch of my body, paying extra attention to my breasts and the sensitive skin between my legs. The sensation was strange, a mix of humiliation and excitement. I felt like an animal being prepared for the slaughter, but also like a prized piece of meat being tenderized for the feast. The pain from the stapled tag in my ear was a constant throb, a reminder that this was all too real.

Above us, men on a balcony watched as we were scrubbed down, their leering eyes tracing every curve and crevice. They laughed and pointed, their comments crude and degrading. One of them called out, "Look at the little blonde one, with the nice tits. They let her keep her pubes, since she's a natural." The others jeered in agreement, their laughter echoing through the space. Despite the cold water and the harsh treatment, heat flushed my cheeks, and I felt a strange sense of power in their desire.

I locked eyes with one of the men, and for a brief moment, it was as if we were the only two people in the room. He licked his lips, and I knew that he was imagining what it would be like to own me. I played along, arching my back and sticking out my chest, letting the water cascade down my body. The teenage boys working on me took the cue, their brushes stroking me harder and more deliberately. It was a humiliating dance, but one that I found myself eagerly performing for the faceless audience above.

The woman with the clipboard shouted for us to get into position, and the reality of what was happening hit me like a slap in the face. I was about to be auctioned off like a head of cattle, and the thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. The other girls and I were herded together, and pressed into a cattle chute that led up to the auction block.

The chute was pitch black, and my heart raced as the sound of the auction grew louder. I could feel the nervous energy of the girls around me, and the warm, slick feeling of their bodies against mine. My pussy was dripping wet. I couldn't even use my hands because we were packed in too tightly, so I just rubbed herself against the girl in front of me The scent of arousal filled the air, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.

Every few moments, the door to the chute would fly open with a bang, and another naked girl would sprint out, running onto the auction block. "Smile and run to the front. Smile and run to the front." They repeated the directions like we were brainless bimbos.

The auctions were fast, maybe 60 - 90 seconds each. Only 60 seconds to sell me? It was unbelievable. The crowd's cheers grew louder, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it was my turn. The wooden slats of the chute were rough against my skin, and I could feel the vibrations of the auctioneer's voice as he called out prices for the girls before me.

My heart was racing, my breath coming in shallow gasps as the door to the chute opened once more. A beam of light pierced the darkness, and a naked figure sprinted out. The door slammed shut, and the sound of the auction grew fainter. I was pushed closer to the door, the pressure building, and the smell of fear and arousal grew stronger. I could feel the other girls' panting breaths on my neck, their bodies shaking with anticipation and terror. The girl in front of me was crying silently, and I wanted to comfort her, but I was too overwhelmed by my own anxiety.

Sixty seconds. My whole life had been reduced to sixty seconds of showing off my tits, ass, and wet, drippy blonde pussy. Jimmy was right. They'd pay extra for that.

As I waited in the chute, I could smell the sticky wetness of the other girls' arousal, mixing with the stink of fear and excitement that coated our skins. We were all in this together, a dozen of us, all eager to be picked by the rich fucks above. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself, but the smell of sex and sweat was intoxicating. The girl in front of me had a nice ass, and I couldn't help but grind against it, seeking some kind of relief from the tension.

Whimpering, she said, "I hope I get a pretty brand. They brand the girl's asses here, after they sell them. For free."

I nodded, too nervous to speak. My mind raced with images of hot metal searing into flesh, and the pain that must come with it. But I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the prize: a leading role in Jimmy's movie. This was all just a game, a role I had to play to get ahead. I wouldn't really be branded. After all, I wasn't like the other girls in the chute. I was just playing a part.

The auctioneer's gavel smacked against the block, and the door in front of us swung open with a loud clang. The girl before me squealed as she was pushed out into the blinding lights. I stumbled, the pressure of the bodies behind me forcing me forward. My nose pressed against the wooden door, I listened as the naked girl who had been in front of me was sold.

"Look at that ass, folks! Wouldn't you want to put your brand on that? Do I hear 31? 35?"

I hoped she got a pretty brand.

The door flew open, and I fell out on wooden stage. I could feel sand beneath my toes as I squinted in the bright lights and ran to the front of the auction, breasts bouncing, grinning like an idiot.

The auctioneer's eyes raked over my body, a greedy smile spreading across his face. "Look what we have here, folks! Fresh off the Hollywood lot, a sweet little blonde honey pot!" The crowd's murmurs grew to a roar, and I felt my face flushing with excitement and embarrassment. I knew this was the moment I had been training for. I had to make Jimmy proud.

I squatted,, spreading my legs as wide as I could. The light shone between my thighs, illuminating my wet pussy for all to see. The noise from from the crowd grew more intense, and while the light was too bright to make out faces, i could feel their eyes devouring me like a pack of hungry wolves. "Look at that," he said, his voice echoing through the speakers. "Wet and ready for the taking. This little number's been prepped by none other than one of our best groomers, Jimmy Hollywood himself! Damn if Jimmy doesn't always bring us the best-ist, freshest Hollywood hoochie!

It was then that I saw him, Jimmy, sitting with a couple of his drinking buddies. Where were the producers? What did he mean by calling Jimmy a groomer? The whip cracked, and I went all fours, spreading my ass cheeks at the bids poured in. I knew I needed to focus, to get the best price possible, and impress the producers, wherever they maybe.

[Jackdonkey22]

Excellent. The only thing I think could make it better would be a scene after being sold where Kelly fully realizes what happened.