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He gently caressed the trigger and with a soft thump against his shoulder and “pft” sound the dart was on it's way. Watching through the scope he saw his prey drop onto the parks path. He quickly got up and dropped his ghillie suit, quickly Jason closed the distance to his prey and swept her up into his arms. Complete with the dart and her schoolbag, he sprinted back into the cover of the bushes, leaving no hint nor trace of the little future slave slut.
Jason allowed himself a little smile, this catch would bring him a pretty penny. Skinny, cute, little blonde pigtailed nine year old sex slaves from the midwest were in high demand in certain circles. And best of all already tonight his usual dealer held an auction for an select few. His cut of the sale would be 40% of the money! Looking at his prey he thought she'd sell for at least a 100.000$ and 40.000$ for a weeks work wasn't to bad. Of course other people thought his line of work was an atrocity but he never thought of it like that. While he was tying her up for transport he silently chuckled. After all he was just a hunter and kids like this were just little birds that deserved to be caught to pleasure real people.
Carefully he cleaned up after himself and loaded everything into his hidden truck. The girl ended up inside an small hidden compartment below his camping stuff. Then Jason was leaving this small town not even half an hour after he had pulled the trigger and he expected to have at least an hour before the birds school raised any alarms. So he expected to be at least 50 miles away by then.
In the early afternoon and two states later he arrived at the warehouse. After parking inside he pulled his prey out of the compartment and handed it over to the handlers. Happily whistling he took the receipt for his prey and left without a second look, at the scared girl who was pulled away by the handlers, to get home.
When Lillian woke up in complete and cold darkness at first she thought that she was in her bed and had forgotten to close her window. But she felt vibrations and bumps like when she was in a car and her bed had never before been that hard! Trying to get up she realized that shge was bound tightly and in a tiny space like a coffin! That thought scared her and she tried to remember what had been going on. All she could remember was that she had been on her way to school! Taking the shortcut through the old overgrown part of the park. A pinch in her neck and nothing till she woke up here. She started to cry and tried to scream but her mouth was blocked by a big ball. All Lillian could do now was lay there and try to fight her bonds, while remembering her mother's voice telling her to never go through the park alone!
After, what felt like an eternity to the scared little third grader, the car she was in stopped. Bright light blinded her when a scary looking man opened her small coffin. Who without any word grabbed the rope between her wrists and ankles to pull her out. Panicked she was looking around seeing nothing but two more scary men to whom she was handed over. They carried her like a piece of luggage deep into the warehouse and then up a flight of stairs and into a room. Rows of big dog cages lined the walls and in most of them more scared looking and gagged kids were locked up. She was shoved into one and the ropes that bound her were cut by the men. But before she could try anything the cage was locked up into her face and the men left. The moment the door closed behind them a chorus of whimpers and gagged wails filled her ears from the other kids.
When the door opened again an expensively dressed woman entered the room. She went from cage to cage and after closely looking at the occupant either placed a white sticker on its door or just went on to the next. After her careful choosing a little more than a third of the kids including Lillian, got the sticker. After tipping on a small earpiece she spoke,
“Karl lets get the selection ready for tonight's special auction! The others will go on the normal block tomorrow! Have em fed watered and cleaned in a bit.”
She was silent for a moment obviously listening to Karls reply,
“Yes I know that's a lot of work with the guests starting to arrive in about an hour but it has to be done. Send in some of the guards to clean up the merchandise. Just remind them to not take any liberties! Or any resulting damages will come out of their paycheck and their skin!”
And she left, softly humming to herself, pleased with the promise of this evenings profits.
The kids turned slaves were cleaned, questioned, prepped and transported to the backstage area of the auctions stage. There Lillian found herself standing in line. Naked, her hands cuffed behind her back, a heavy steel collar around her neck with chains linking her to the slaves in front and behind her. Bold black letters on her chest, just above her sweet nipples, stated her batch and inventory numbers.
A.P.O.-X10-452
She still couldn't fully comprehend what was happening when suddenly the doors opened and a large crowd of men and women entered. They were happily chatting and many of them were holding Champagne flutes in one hand. They approached the waiting slaves and walked past them, feeling them up, probing their holes, looking at their teeth and conversing to their peers about them, while also stating lewd comments at the slaves. Lillian, being one of the freshest and in the most favorable age group slaves, got a lot of attention from them. She was prime fuck meat, for any and all of their pervert desires. Never mind what ever those may be.
She was so embarrassed and felt sick in her stomach but she couldn't do anything. She had to keep her legs spread, so that anyone who wanted to could probe her cunt and ass. They checked her virginity and how tight she was. Not one of them was considering her feelings even in the slightest. Only the prospect of the pleasure she would provide them with. After the customers were satisfied they moved into the auditorium of the stage and settled down. One by one the slaves were brought out on the stage and sold to the highest bidder. When it was Lillians turn the bidding war was fierce but in the end she was sold to an middle aged woman and quickly ushered off the stage. Into a small room where the rest of her life began.