<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">     The thunder in the man's voice was enough to madden her. It droned on and on, begging for bids, begging for profit. He sounded so rapacious, so full of greedy gluttony that her stomach turned again in repulsion to it. It may have just been the mess of alcohol attempting to process through her system. Her brain was racked with so much dizzying pain she could hardly use it to think about her predicament, yet her mind reeled anyway. The bids were winding down. Soon she would be taken. But perhaps for the better. She knew that in this place there stand frightening, large, armed men at every corner. Perhaps once she was taken she would have a better chance of escaping to safety. Or perhaps the bids were for something else entirely. It was all too difficult to comprehend, and her throbbing senses made it impossible.<br/><br/>     <strong><em>"Going once. Going Twice. Sold!"</em></strong> it was called off. The auctioneer tugged at the chain, pulling her up from her crouched position. The delicate manicured hands she had been using to cover her breasts moved to cover the trimmed landing strip marking her femininity. <strong><em>"She will be made available shortly sir."</em></strong>, he called out as he brushed her offstage opposite where she had entered. Her chain was handed to yet another worker, and yet again, she was pulled into a brightly lit room. This room appeared out of sorts with the others. It had finished walls, a hardwood floor, vanities, chairs, and other normalcies. It appeared as a makeup room for starlets. Even some women were in the room that weren't cuffed. Guards littered the room as expected. The vanities lacked mirrors, but contained toiletries and makeup and brushes. Compared to the other very industrial style of the remainder of the building, she expected everything to appear as a warehouse. Somehow the relatively common appearance of this room gave her an even colder chill than she had experienced in the rest of this hell, and her flesh quickly goose pimpled in response. <br/><br/>     Taylor was led to a vanity and seated in a modest folding chair. Thankfully it was cushioned, and saved her flesh from the cold sting of the metal. <strong><em>"Hands."</em></strong>, the demand came from her handler. She presented her wrists obediently. A pair of cuffs on the floor was raised up, and she could see that they were attached to a heavy eyelet by a chain, confining her to the area of her chair. As she was being shackled, as woman approached her from her right and spoke in the same even tone as the rest of her captors. <strong><em>"My you are a pretty one. We won't have to do a lot to make you presentable at least,"</em></strong> she said, pulling at her wet strands and inspecting her all over. She turned, grabbing a towel, and began to dry Taylor's hair. Fresh tears came again at what felt like a small kindness. The woman was gentle, yet meticulous, akin to a salon worker. Yet it was plain to see by Taylor's cuffs that she was here against her will. <em>Why would these people do this, to innocent girls. Why?</em> She lifted her hands to her forehead to apply some pressure, the headache almost too much. Noticing her distress, the woman offered some water. Nodding hard, Taylor took the bottle to her lips and drank voraciously, unsure of when her next drink or meal might come. Water dripped down her chin as she swallowed hard, dripping below to her thighs, catching some on her chest. <br/><br/>     <em><strong>"That's good. This water will do you good. You look a little sick,"</strong></em> the woman spoke as eyed Taylor's face. Taylor couldn't stand to look at her, and instead turned away to look down. The woman sighed, then turned back to grab the towel and finish drying her hair. She worked quickly, getting each strand down to only dampened, before picking out a brush from the objects littering the vanity and using it to brush out Taylor's mangled hair. Making quick work of it, she began to apply light makeup the girls hair was brushed dry and straight. Taylor had no idea what she looked like due to a lack of mirrors, but even if she could see herself she wouldn't want to. That would make this horror all to real.<br/><br/>     <strong><em>"You look so pretty,"</em></strong> spoke the woman as she applied mascara, <em><strong>"Now you are fresh-faced and I kept you natural. No need for anything heavy. Unless you keep crying. Dry your eyes. Such a pretty girl shouldn't cry,"</strong></em> she soothed. This only worsened her fat tears, coming slowly and quietly. <em><strong>"You are done. I will be back,"</strong></em> she said before pacing behind her to a wall where racks of silky robes sat and rolls of ribbony tape were available. She brought the items back to Taylor, selecting a black robe from the collection of it's twins, some white sheer panties in a package, and a thick roll of red silken ribbon. <strong><em>"Stand up,"</em></strong> she asked as she began to open the waistband of the pristine snow panties, and yet another woman approached quietly and quickly to assist the first. The panties were lacy and sheer, (http://madebyniki.co.uk/files/sheer%20ivory%20thong%20bridal%20lace.jpg) and their light color deepened Taylor's complexion because of the contrast. Taylor was prompted by a hand on her calf to lift her legs. Although reluctant to play into this incredible operation or dressing a girl before giving her up against her will, Taylor knew it was best to submit. The men in the room had eyes like hawks, watching for any girl to struggle, fingers twitching near the triggers. And her confinement to the floor meant she could be there for a while if she did not comply. She raised her foot, stepping into the soft, cottony lace. The fabric was so sheer it barely concealed anything. Despite this, the woman grabbed a spray bottle and misted her front and back, causing the white material to become even more transparent and also to cling to her curvatures. Taylor could even make out the lips of her labia as the panties held tight to her skin and contours. She wiggled her pedicured toes in embarrassment, a slow flush heating her cheeks. Although she had been naked above an audience, she at least did not have to face any of them through the blinding lights of the stage. This semi-concealment somehow made her more embarrassed. <br/><br/>     Next she was subject to the two women rolling out the red ribbon and weaving it (http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/200H/i/2010/229/0/b/Shibari_Ribbon_by_beloved_rival.jpg) over her body in an intricate fashion (http://th02.deviantart.net/fs22/200H/f/2007/350/0/c/Red_Ribbon_by_ParanoidButterfly.jpg). Over, under, through they weaved, creating beautiful designs (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9vhuNoHaBI/TNA6-PeScYI/AAAAAAAAApw/UhBGli1NTxU/s640/stock-photo-naked-young-woman-tied-with-gift-red-ribbon-over-dark-background-56270581.jpg) with the bondage tape, and ending with a bow for embellishment. <em><strong>"They always love a wrapped gift,"</strong></em> the woman spoke in an absent-minded fashion as she finished off the final details. Lastly, she requested a man to bring his keys over to unlock Taylor. A black silky robe was laid over her and tied at the waist with a matching sash, before Taylor's arms were wrenched behind her back by the attending man. <strong><em>"The finest attire for the finest customers,"</em></strong> the woman spoke as thicker leathery bindings were placed on Taylor's ankles. They were adorned with buckles and had another opening attached to them. <strong><em>"You may sit on the floor, on your knees,"</em></strong> the woman spoke and pointed for her to sit. Hands moved behind her to fasten her wrists to the remaining binding on her ankle cuffs. A final broad, heavy black ribbon was placed snugly over her eyes to blind her.<br/><br/>      <strong><em>"This one is done,"</em></strong> were the last words spoken by the woman before Taylor felt big arms take her body up and carry her to a door. She would soon be received by her purchaser. Gently she was placed on a carpeted surface, and soon realized she was in the back of a vehicle once she heard the engine turn.</span>