(jusenkyo)
S twirled stan around her finger giggling "Oh who to send you to I have so many ideas." She seemed like she was going to elaborate but another voice caught all the attention from her.
"Oh I think it wouldn't be fair to give him special treatment. I'll see about the tickets, there hasn't been an auction in ages." It was the missions real target, she arrived just after the disastrous results concluded. The red whale she was giving a slight smile to the crazy seamstress.
"An Auction! We can't hold a damned auction this is too special for -" she cut herself off in a strangled noise dropping stan on the ground as she takes a punch in the gut.
"Don't fucking talk back to me S! He's product and good stuff too but he isn't any more special than the other premium pieces except for the novelty which. We. Can. Charge. For." She punctuated her sentence by looming over the other women. The crazy bitch just smiled and laughed scooping the panties up as she stood.
"Right! The clients will appreciate it, he's so great and just- ah! I'll prepare a collection for our star piece." She started grabbing tiniest and tossing them about. Stan far from resigned was terrified about the prospect of an auction despite how horrible the crazy S would have made his situation.
___________________
A month passed as the auction was arranged and Stan spent most of it in S' office on a mannequin only able to listen to her mad rambling but as if clinging to hope he committed every actionable bit of information he could hear. He somehow stayed sane by clinging to the desperate hope that he'd eventually be saved somehow.
It was finally time and he was packed in a ornate box that muffled all the sound. The time he spent inside was probably the greatest dread he felt in all the time, the pain had faded mostly and somehow this was feeling more final. He had long since tuned out the taunts from S but he was shocked to find that the seamstress wasn't running her auction. Some unknown was auctioneering.
"And our final piece, the moment you've all been anticipating. A lovely pair of panties in a double extra large size made from a luxurious tiny. This pair has been perma-pressed into shape with a tongue crotch and a back face but most importantly... This one was playing at being a cop, that's right the rumors are true. Officer Stan Padding luxury panties starting at ten thousand!"
The bids started and Stan was almost floored by how high the bids were going. "Thirty going - fifty- seventy five going once going twice, sold for Seventy five thousand to bidder number 13. Come to the back to pay and receive your goods! That concludes the auction." Stan was closed back in the box this was it the final moment before he would be probably owned by some cruel woman. The
Light flooded his vision to reveal...
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.08 seconds at 1:23am on Nov 03, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
