Ch 01: The Auction of Middleton High

Bee-bee sat in first year chemistry like every Tuesday morning since school started this year. Listening to Mr. Lenard explain with his own form a comic flair the concepts of endothermic and exothermic reactions. The sun shone happily into the school's windows. Betty Winters and Theresa Rodgers were gossiping about Emily Thress and Jimmy White's latest break-up. It was such a typical regular school day Bee-bee thought how repetitive and mundane her young life was.

Then the power went out. The light from the windows lit the room. But it wasn't the warm beams from the early September sun that glowed into the building. Several gasps and screams could be heard. The sports field had been replaced with an unfinished giant brick wall. Then a booming voice radiated through the very walls of the school, "Hurry up and harvest the products. Mr. Orphanage wants his big auction to go off without a hitch."

The building shook with great force. Thudding repetitive sound thundered from other parts of the school. Bee-bee heard Betty ask Mr. Lenard, "What's going on Mr. Lenard?" He looked at her with the same scared confused expression they all held. Then terrifyingly an answer came. The windows darkened. They all turned to look to see a giant in coveralls stand before them. A massive face hidden by a respirator and safety goggles looked in at them. Those shielded eyes were surrounded with slightly tan skin that morphed into what Bee-bee's mind translated into a smile. He lifted his hands past the windows. They held a hammer and a chisel. It's shoulders shifted and boom thudded like the blow of a jack hammer above them. Dust and ceiling tiles rained down about the room.

After several booms those thuds moved to a different part of the ceiling. Bee-bee's mind screamed to run, but to where she didn't know. Worse, her legs dazed by that confusion froze her half standing in her seat. Suddenly metal appeared near the front of the classroom. It arched and Bee-bee watched as part of the ceiling and most of the outer wall was peeled away. The ventilator covered face was right above her and she could hear it snicker.

A hand shot down and Bee-bee screamed as it coiled around Betty and Theresa and lifted them from the building. Now her legs worked and she bolted for the door. Problem was everyone else in the classroom also made for the doors. Bee-bee frantic to find escape when the hand came again and a large portion of the mass of students keeping her from escaping was lifted away. Path through the door open, Bee-bee dashed through it.

The hallway was a mass of terror and confusion. The teachers from internal classrooms heard the sounds and screams filled out into the hall to see what was happening. The classes along the outer walls crowded out to escape several masked giants that broke open the walls and started collecting them. As unknowing teachers attempted to claim students to clarify what was happening the fear filled students and their teachers pushed shoved and screamed in desperate attempts to escape.

Bee-bee was being battered about. She wasn't very tall so the scared taller students ran about her not seeing her. She was scared she would fall and be trampled. Then the wall behind her was torn away. A hand hovered over her. She ducked in panic and suddenly the others threatening to crush her were lifted away. She looked up to see the squirming kicking legs flutter away from her. The giant started pulling individual students out of his grip. It looked like he was separating them between guys and girls.

A hand grabbed her wrist and she screamed before she saw it was Mr. Lenard. "Quick Penelope, to the basement. Hopefully the boiler pipes will protect us." That made sense to Bee-bee's scared mind and she followed the authority figure. Dodging through the frantic crowd as best they could. It became sadly easier as those unrelenting hands took more and more of the students and faculty from around them.

They hit the stairs and flew down them despite the flood of bodies. It helped that they were also flowing down and away from grabbing colossal hands. Some of the flow parted as others went to look for romantic partners that had classes on the main floor while others were following shouted commands from teachers to hide in the auditorium. But Mr. Lenard ignored calls for him to head that way and gave a counter command to hide lower. To gather shielded by plumbing and harden cement walls. To get to the basement.

As they managed to get to the last student accessible floor Bee-bee was suddenly aware those horrible masked giants had just reached the main floor. The screams from the auditorium told that refuge had become a harvest basket. Mr. Lenard led her to a door labeled Staff Only. He tried to open the door but it was locked. He looked about.

"Here Mr. Lenard." came a deep voice. Like a valiant handsome prince Victor Sinatta stood by them holding one of the fire axes. The teacher gave the sport star room and Bee-bee watched those rippling muscles land the blade of that ax upon the door knob. Bee-bee felt better with Victor being here. Big, strong, and so handsome surely with that special boy with them they would get away.

The knob popped off on Victor's magnificent third blow. Bee-bee felt Mr. Lenard pulled her forward as she heard him say, "Victor take Penelope and get to the boiler room."

Her heart fluttered as the older boy grabbed her hand and heroically responded, "Yes sir." Then they were dashing down lower into a dark second basement.

Bee-bee heard Mr. Lenard called out behind them for other students to go, "Down here!" over and over again. Her hope was shaken as she heard him get cut off mid guiding yell and she realized he too had been gathered.

Victor led her with the help of the emergency lights to the boiler room. Maybe a dozen other students filed in behind them. Victor pulled her tight and stroked her short blonde hair. Before this morning she would have given quite a bit to be held tightly in a darkened room by this high school hunk. Now, she just wished to be nowhere near this cursed building.

They stayed down there for a while. The sounds of hammering giants and screaming students rained down from outside the room. Every once and a while another student or teacher filtered into their safe room. The screams became less and less and they all prayed that they found a safe spot from the giants. The thudding and crumbing of the building becoming torn apart by the monstrous men was happening less and less. Then silence and that was almost worse.

An accented voice of great mass spoke in a happy tone, "Come out of there or we'll come in. You're the last to be harvested." They knew where they were.

They all looked about in fear and confusion. Should they stay in the box? Some thought they were safe and that's why they hadn't just broken in and grabbed them. Others thought they should all just bolt and hope luck was on their side. Yet some others figured the giant was talking about some other group and they were long hidden. Then George Price asked in a worried tone, "What's that grinding sound?"

Then several twirling metal shafts popped into the room above them. They slipped away and light flicked through the holes and then was gone. Rubber tubes filled the holes and almost immediately spit torrents of water at them. Pushing them hard towards the only door. They had to escape or drown but out that door was what they needed to escape. No choice, they burst out.

The first few runners were grabbed immediately. Victor was still holding her hand and Bee-bee followed him. Outside the school was basically gone. Shattered walls and crumbled floors were here and there. A puddle of blood under one fallen part told not everyone in the school was getting harvested today. A hand appeared before them and came fast towards them. Victor let her go and used his entire body to heave that heavy ax towards that monster with finger tentacles. For a split second she was certain that would discourage their collection. The blade hit the work glove material and just sort of bounced off.

Herculean grip pressed her into Victor's back. They both squirmed but that did nothing. Up, they flew up to plastic shielded eyes. Fingers grabbed her shoulders and she was peeled away from Victor. She watched as the school's sports start was placed in a clear plastic container filled with the men and boys of the school.

She could see the container filled with the girls and women. But it was the old paint bucket between them that made her stare in disgust, fear, and sadness. The light showed it was spattered red with blood of helpless students and teachers crushed or maimed in these awful giant's harvesting of them. If that wasn't sad enough she could see some of the contents were not injured. Special needs students clearly rejected like misshapen fruit at an orchard. And her heart broke because she knew like that unwanted fruit those poor boys and girls would also be unnecessarily disposed of.

She was placed into the container labeled with marker and masking tape as "Females." A giant somewhere advised the other sick monsters, "That's the last of them." She saw the one that seemed to be directing them as he directed, "You guys dispose of the rubble. Once that's done Tony clean out the bucket. Enrique take the males to their processing and I'll take the females. Now before we do that. None of you are attempting to take home any souvenirs are you?"

The other men all denied such an act. Then he pointed at one. Two near him grabbed him. "Frankie, why Frankie. I gave you an out and you lied to me." The leader pulled a cheer uniform clad tiny person from inside the caught man's overalls.

"Look, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." The man begged as the ones holding him let him go.

"Nope, it won't." The leader advised and pointed a small gun shaped object at the man. A wink of light appeared at the device's tip and the man was now tiny. "Anyone else?" Two of the other men immediately took a tiny person from their overalls and placed them in the appropriate containers. The leader lifted that Frankie character and added him with the other males as he noted, "After we deliver these to processing we'll have to go by Frankie's place. Man his daughters are going to be good sellers."

Enrique just responded, "Hmm, Maria would make a great little pet."

"You've been a great help lately Enrique, let me talk to Mr. Orphanage. He might allow me to reward you with her." The man said as he lifted a large lid.

The last Bee-bee heard clearly before the screams and begging started was that Enrique person purring, "Man I'd drown that chicka's in cum every night."

The lid clicked and they were all trapped more. Frantic voices attempted to yell through that plastic barrier. But that cruel giant ignored or didn't hear them. They all stumbled as he lifted their container. His movements as he walked rocked the container like a ship on a storm sea. Bee-bee fell to her knees so as not to topple over and become injured. She was certain what that would mean for her.

He set them down on a table. The lid was removed and sitting about the table were four young Asian women. The man said something in a language Bee-bee didn't know and they responded as such. Then he walked away.

Giant slender hands reached in. Many of the others begged, screamed, and pleaded but the women seemed to take no notice. They each grabbed one person each. Oddly shaped shiny little scissors appeared in their other hand and they began carefully clipping off their target's clothes. The four giantesses began chatting in their foreign language. Bee-bee quickly realized by their tone and occasional snickers they were mocking their picked girl.

Once they had their catch naked they lifted a small needle and they poked the helpless girl in their grip. Bee-bee watched as a sample of blood was taken. Then the giant woman used the syringe to place a drop of that blood into different liquids arranged on a trey. Then they placed the girl in a clear tube with a funnel like floor and commanded in a heavy accented voice, "Pee!" The girls all begged and pleaded their capture but the only response was the giantess again ordering, "Pee!" And Bee-bee realized the four Asian women likely didn't speak English. Eventually they did as the towering women ordered. The women examined the different reactions and happy with the results the four girls were packed into a strange plastic box with a hinged side and sent down a conveyor belt. The four colossal Asians placed the treys and cylinders into a large biohazard drum and then the process repeated for four new subjects.

On the fourth group Bee-bee noticed a vernation. One of the Asians noted something in Emily Thress pee results. Emily was placed somewhere under them. The sixth group Angela Mitten's blood results seem to alert her tormentor and she was dumped while still trapped in the pee tube right into the biohazard drum like the other medical waste. The container became less and less crowded and all Bee-bee could do was to watch those sick giggling Asian giantesses work.

Then a delicate hand was wrapped about her body. The scissors were cold as they slipped between her skin and her clothes. Her favorite jeans were shredded like tissue paper. Her shirt was split apart. Everything was cut away as the tall as a building Asian chatted happily with her friends.

Then came the needle. It hurt less than Bee-bee was expecting. Like a sharp poke. Then shoved into the tube. The command of. "Pee!" wasn't necessary. Bee-bee knew what was expected of her. That and she really had to go at this point. Her results seem to pass whatever tests the giant Asian was looking for and she was placed into a box with Theresa Rodgers, Heidi Grant, and cheer queen Rhonda Orbison. Then down the conveyor belt they started. She could see several of the boxes sent before them waiting before them.

"Why did they throw Angela in that barrel?" Heidi asked Rhonda.

Rhonda, no longer a giant on the school campus, whimpered, "She was a whore, likely she had a STD or something."

"What about poor Emily?" Theresa asked.

"I don't know." Rhonda answered frankly. They didn't hang out in the same circles. She then whimpered, "I want to know what they have planned for us?"

Bee-bee spoke before she thought about how her words might affect her new roommates, "They said they were harvesting us. Likely we are on our way to market." They were in unspoken agreed the best response to such a thought was to burst into tears.

The boxes moved and Bee-bee strained to see what was happening at their destination. As a couple more boxes were moved away she finally saw what awaited them. The box got to the end. Then eight women about twice their size dressed in scrubs stepped up and moved the hinged side towards them. One pulled a pin on the door and then opened it. Four of the taller women dragged or carried away a girl each. The other four then pushed the box to a different belt and it rolled away somewhere. Those four got into position to pull out a girl each while four other tall women got ready to open and move the box for them.

Their time came and the clear plastic door swung open. Big strong hands grabbed Bee-bee and basically lifted her out of the box. The woman carrying her was twice her height easily. She was carried to a hole. An inclined ramp had water trickling down it. The woman placed her in the hole and said with a heavy Eastern Europe accent, "Keep eyes and mouth closed and arms tight to your body." Then Bee-bee was sliding down the short slide.

She landed in a stream covered box. To her sides were big sponge cylinders on arms. Suddenly they began to spin and water began blasting in from all around. The hot spray was soon mixed with soap and she didn't quite get her mouth and eyes closed in time. As the soap flavor hung on her tongue the cleaner stung her eyes. She was nudged on both sides by the spinning sponges. The soggy masses rolled over her body. One would run along her front while the other traveled along her back then they switched sides. Over and over they molested her naked body while hard sprays blasted about her. Bee-bee had the distinct thought that this was what it was like in a dishwasher, well except the sponges.

The cleaning torture stopped and strong hands grabbed her and she was dragged out into the cold air. "Stand here!" was barked at her by a new Russian accented voice. The cold air was blasted away when heated air screamed from all around her. Then it was done and she was being dragged again.

She was shoved into a chair and strapped in. Before her was what looked like a stylist's booth at a hairdressers. One of those big body covering hair dresser bibs was wrapped about her neck. Then a scary looking towering woman with short gray hair looked down at her. "Pixie cut." was all the woman said in a stern English accent and then walked over to Rhonda and stated, "Pig-Tails."

Suddenly there was an Asian woman the same dimensions as Bee-bee coming up behind her. "Hold still please." she said with her heavy accent before she started trimming Bee-bee's hair.

Bee-bee felt more comfortable with a woman as small as she was. This made her tempted to get some information. "What's happening to us?"

She didn't expect to get an answer. But the Asian woman said with a sad tone, "You're being prepared for the auction."

"Auction, what auction?" she asked.

"Well, yours. You and your classmates are going to be part of Mr. Orphanage's biggest sale. Whole school of American girls and boys. Very big money." The woman said as she worked.

"But I don't want to be for sale." Bee-bee noted.

"That isn't your choice. Fingers crossed that you get bought by a nice owner." The woman offered.

"Can I talk to Mr. Orphanage?" Bee-bee requested.

The Asian woman snickered and shook her head. "Not unless the Judge selects you to be his. She knows what he likes in his pets. Or meals."

"Wait meals?" Bee-bee started.

"No no, fingers crossed you get a nice owner. No thought on being eaten." Her stylist dismissed the question.

"Chair six, less chatting, more cutting." The older woman called down at them.

"Shh now, I don't want to be punished." The Asian said.

"Just a few more questions please." Bee-bee begged.

"Quiet, not want to get punished." She whispered.

"OK, ahh." Bee-bee whispered. "My friend was placed under the table that we were waiting on, why?"

"Under, she pregnant. She'll give birth before going on sale. In barrel is sick and going to the incinerator." The woman with a matter of fact tone.

"Chair six, final warning." The woman threatened.

"Shh, no more questions." the Asian woman sounded scared.

"Please." Bee-bee started.

"No, no more. No talking or I have you gagged." Clearly punishment was as scary as being up for sale to strangers.

Soon she was done. The style wasn't one Bee-bee would have selected for herself. She had shoulder length hair and was trying to grow it longer. But this stylized pixie cut was rather flattering on her. She was then unstrapped from the chair and her and her box companions were being dragged towards a door.

"Wait." The stern woman commanded.

"Yes Judge." The four amazon-like Eastern European accented women dragging them replied.

The Judge stood before them. She pointed at Theresa and said, "That one goes to Mr. Orphanage. School girl, fitting for the stock he collected huh girls?"

The four towering women snickered. Then the one dragging Theresa started towards a different door while Bee-bee and the others restarted towards their planned destination. Theresa began pleading and begging. The fear of being alone in this horrible place must have gotten to her. The woman carrying her chuckled and lifted her over her shoulder. Openly mocking, "Yes plead like that for Mr. Orphanage. He likes hearing young girls beg while he savors them."

The woman carrying Bee-bee brought her into a room with hooks hanging from the ceiling. Another woman walked over and the two of them put padded handcuffs on Bee-bee's wrists. Then those cuffs were looped over a hook. The chain was lower till Bee-bee was able to stand on the balls of her feet then her carrying amazon simply walked away.

The other pulled what looked like a measuring tape from an apron and started taking measurements. Noting the results of Bee-bee's hips, waist, leg length, and the like on a card with a rubber band attached to it. Then suddenly the woman grabbed both Bee-bee's breasts and noted with confidence, "Small Cs." Bee-bee was wondering why the measuring woman checked a box beside cup size. She then hooked the elastic attached to the card over Bee-bee's ankle. The hook painfully lifted Bee-bee and a mechanism carried her to a line up to a different chamber.

Bee-bee didn't need to wonder long what torture was in that next chamber. She like the others before her rolled up to an amazon woman beside a stainless steel table. Needles sat waiting on the table. The woman checked her tag and nodded to no one. Bee-bee watched as Heidi was waved on. Then her attendant grabbed a needle. "What's that?" Bee-bee begged.

"Firms the boobies." the woman noted in a mocking tone. Then jammed the tip into Bee-bee's breast.

"Ow." It began to burn in her breast. "Why me and not my friend?"

The woman was too gleeful with her answer as she injected a needle into Bee-bee's other breast. "You got nice boobs, touch firmer and if you're kept alive they'll be more fun for your owner this way. Your friend likely has fat floppy ones, better for roasting than fondling."

Before Bee-bee could ask anything else the woman slapped her ass and the chain carried her away. Her arms ached hanging like this and now her breasts felt like they were on fire. She started thinking the ones crushed when they were being collected were the lucky ones.

The chain stopped and she was lower to the balls of her feet again. Then when others went from the waiting tunnel to the next chamber it lifted her and moved her then lower again. She thought this almost made it worse as she didn't really get real relief from being lowered. Her arms were still restrained awkwardly above her head.

She finally made it into the room. A woman took the tag off her ankle and she lowered to the balls of her feet one more time. The woman walked to a counter and handed the tag to a small Asian woman there. The smaller woman nodded and darted out of sight. Bee-bee could see what was in there from the other towering women collecting things there. Clothes and black Mary-Janes style shoes with a tall thick heel. And seeing other girls being dressed, those clothes were a skimpy outfit styled like a uniform from a fancy school.

Her attendant came over and placed the clothes on a small table. Shoes set aside the towering woman lifted some plain cotton panties and hooked them under Bee-bee's feet. "How can you help them do this to us?" She asked as the woman made the panties cover her butt.

"To you." The woman laughed. Another Eastern European woman. "What makes you think we have a choice? We obey or we're part of the main course at the dinner. Now shut up."

Bee-bee didn't know what to say. Or if she could reply. Were all the tiny women forcing them into shower boxes and styling their hair were victims too? How many others were slaves to this Mr. Orphanage?

Bee-bee watched as the woman wiggled a light blue plaid pleated skirt up her legs. The waist was elastic and fit snuggly. From the breeze Bee-bee felt the skirt barely dangled past her buttocks. Then came plain white tall socks. They ran up past her knees. Then the woman slipped the shoes on her feet. Then the chain lowered and the woman unhooked the cuffs. Then pulled a key from a pocket that was attached to a chain. She unlocked the cuffs and tossed them to a bin. She then forced an elastic bra styled like a simple girlish cotton bra over Bee-bee's seemingly resistant breasts. Then a top with a sailor style collar and scarf attached. The shirt didn't cover Bee-bee's stomach. In fact it hung off the ends of her breasts in a way that made her feel exposed.

Let another woman. This towering woman was the blackest woman Bee-bee had ever seen in real life. She positioned Bee-bee before herself and pushed her towards a bright door. There was a line up of towering dark black women holding her classmates and teachers. Two giant Asian women were collecting students and staff and slipping them into a clear box and clicking the lid closed. Then placing those boxes on a cart behind them. Bee-bee could see just on the other side of the cart was two giant Asian men boxing up the boys and male teachers and adding them to that same cart.

A slender hand grabbed Bee-bee and slipped her into her box. She knew what these were for. They were display boxes. A black square was in the corner. If it was the same as the others it was a number. She was placed on the trey and right before her was placed Victor. He had been dressed in a sailor styled boys school uniform with tight shorts. So tight she felt herself blushing. He noticed and attempted to cover all that up. She felt worse as his eyes seemed to linger on her. Why, she wondered, couldn't he have noticed her back when they were just regular kids in school together.

The cart was suddenly being pushed. Giant Indian man followed by an Indian woman both dressed like fancy waiters from movies. She was placed on a shelf overlooking a fancy dining room that wrapped about a catwalk style stage that was a step higher than the main floor. Beside her was Victor. To her other side was a scared nerdy boy she didn't know. She could see other students and staff decorating different shelves and display tables all about the room.

She watched the room as she had no real other options. Not that her eyes didn't occasionally slip to Victor's very tight shorts and his clearly bulky penis. But even now she couldn't get caught staring at the school hunk. No, she watched the wait staff. They looked to be mostly of Indian descent. She wondered if they to were in risk of becoming meals if they didn't obey or if they were willingly help this Mr. Orphanage sell people. From what she could tell they were putting out the finishing touches to whatever twisted event they were planning.

Soon people started to show up. Men in fancy suits and tuxedos. Women in fancy expensive looking dresses. She even recognized a few. Celebrities and eccentric billionaires. As they walked about the room they looked at the trapped teens and educators. Chatting to their friends or acquaintances like the tiny people trapped in the boxes were mere objects and not living human beings. Many were excited to own what they called fine American stock. Others open explain cruel plans of torture to open murder was they pointed out subjects that caught their eyes.

Hors d'oeuvres and flutes of bubbling wine started circulating among the cruel rich. Many looked normal like shrimp puffs and strange black beads on crackers. But others were clear flexes. Full shrunken chickens or turkeys on wafers. Full salmons strapped to balls of rice with some black stuff. Turtle shells filled with some sort of pate-like goop. Whole roasted pigs on skewers.

Suddenly a bell rang and the woman Bee-bee met as The Judge walked out on stage a full giant. "Welcome friends. Your host Mr. Orphanage has to apologize as he again can't make it in person. But he hopes you enjoy his hospitality and his staff. Your first course is your choice of garlic shark soup or Asian salad with roasted tiger meat. Followed by your choice of rotisserie roasted minimized person. Then you'll select from the provided dessert menus while the entertainment, the auctioning of the staff and students of Ohio's Middleton High School will commence." The crowd happily clapped at that last statement. "Now, we hope you've selected your top choices to bid for already. But if not you'll have a few more minutes. But please, on the next ringing of the bell take your assigned seats and prepare to enjoy your meals."

Bee-bee watched as the guests started making notes of numbers on cards as they took another look through the trapped tiny people on the shelves. She had to wonder how they could be so sick and cruel. The bell rang and they looked about till they found their seats and salads and soups were brought out to the guest. Tickled parts of the conversation at the closest table could be made out. But from what Bee-bee could hear she rather it didn't. The old man sitting there was eagerly waiting for the bidding as he hadn't swallowed a little living tart in months. And never one bred in these American states.

Then the main course. Roasted butter potatoes and garden fresh seasonal vegetables wrapped the cooked body of some poor tiny person. More the scale of the amazon like handlers then her current size. The way their arms and legs had been bound while being cooked made them strangely resemble a chicken cooked at a grocery store deli. Seems by their choice of roasted minimized person that Judge lady meant of male or female. As Bee-bee could see that different people had gotten different cooked genders.

She felt sick watching that twisted man excitedly begin slicing off the leg of his cooked woman. Free of the body he ate the meat off the leg like a drum stick. Then he popped the arm on that side off so he could begin carving slices off her torso. The meat was so well prepared it seemed to fall off the woman's bones. He slobbery chewed with a big open mouth smile. The extremely young woman he brought with him forced herself to smile at his disgusting eating before slicing the head off her cooked shrunken man and peeling the skin back. She cracked the skull with a strange little silver hammer and popped the brains out with a long fork before slicing them in half and happily savoring one side. The two of them hardly touched any of the cooked vegetables or potatoes as they both devoured the murdered victims. It didn't help that the smell of the roasted meat was making Bee-bee's stomach growl and her mouth water. It had been a desperately long time since she had breakfast that morning.

Then her blood went cold as the barely of age partner to that twisted man requested the rest of her cooked person in a doggie bag. Bee-bee realized the auction would soon begin. Then what horrors would she be forced to watch. She fought to not vomit as the guests before her selected their desserts.

That bell rang again and the Judge stepped out on the stage. "Now that you all are finished, or near finished your main course we shall begin the auction." A giant basket like they used at the bingo her grandmother goes to was rolled out to the back of the stage. Then a short podium was placed beside the stern looking woman. The English woman continued, "The lots will be drawn at random by me. Bidding starts at a mere five thousand, but there is no upper limit. So feel free to go wild." The crowd laughed and clapped at that.

The woman walked over to the ball cage and turned it a couple times as a man with a mike walked out on stage to the podium. "Hello everyone, as you know as Mr. Caller. I, as you expect, will be running the auction. Now remember only shoulder high holding of your paddles will be recognized. No subtle gestures. We don't want another Mr. Paulson incident do we." The crowd murmured and looked about. Whatever that was, it was something they all agreed they didn't want to be part of. "Ready Judge." This Mr. Caller said looking at the gray haired woman.

She reached in and called, "Four Ninety Five!"

A server rushed over and pulled a box from the shelf and placed a box with a scared pretty African American girl that Bee-bee knew only as Stacy. The man smiled at the box and asked, "Who would like to start the bidding on this exquisite dark skinned beauty." He hardly finished before paddles rose and he started calling out amounts or repeating authorized amounts. The action was furious and Bee-bee hardly kept track. Stacy ended up being bought by some skinny dorky looking middle aged man that stroked her case lovingly as he looked over his selection card.

That was how it went. A number and a flurry of paddles and numbers. Bee-bee watched as friends and vaguely known faces went to men and women. Some kept their winnings in their cases. Others took theirs out and played with them openly. The nerdy guy beside her was bought by a beautiful middle aged woman who held him in her palm and made kissy faces at him as she waited for her other wanted lots. The man that bought poor Mr. Lenard had him hanging naked from the centerpiece and snickered as he poked at the helpless tiny man with his dessert fork. Bee-bee knew her fate would be horrible too. Gorgeous pretty girls from school were being striped and abused. Even passed about to table mates to be spank with the flats of butter knives or have things inserted in them.

Then Rhonda Orbison came up for bid. The prettiest girl at school that made both boy's and teacher's heads turn as she passed. She went for the highest amount. But that amount was just an end to a means as she was delivered to that horrible man before Bee-bee. As the next poor person was being auctioned, that man took Rhonda from the case. Bee-bee watched as that stunning girl begged and pleaded as the man took her skimpy school uniform off her. He simply folded Rhonda's arms back and shoved the screaming helpless teen into his mouth. Bee-bee was disgusted as he just kept pushing Rhonda in. The long tall legs Bee-bee had often been envious of now kicked for Rhonda's life. But the man's throat widened as more and more of Rhonda disappeared. Then he simply swallowed and her feet were gone. A mass slipped down his throat like a snake eating a mouse. Then he sighed and smiled. Rubbing his belly his statement horribly made it through the noise, "I'll have to buy a few more of those to savor at later dates." Bee-bee was certain if a looker like Rhonda had that fate she wasn't long for this world.

It wasn't long after that that a number was called and a server came to Bee-bee's shelf. Hands grabbed her case and she began begging the tan skinned man not to put her on that pedestal. But of course he did. She turned as Mr. Caller's voice seemed distant despite him being right beside her, "Now let's start the bidding on this adorable little blonde treat. Who would like to start." Bee-bee wanted to cry as that horrible man was the first to raise his paddle. Bids shot here and there yet that man just kept raising his paddle. Bee-bee felt faint, she knew she would soon be joining Rhonda in that man's blubber gut.

"SOLD!" brought her senses back. Hands lifted her case and she went in that wrong direction. Towards that sick man's table. Bee-bee almost cheered as the man carrying her went past that man to a table further back. She was placed before a couple.

"Oh she is adorable." The woman noted looking at Bee-bee.

"I thought so. I think she'll make a good friends for Tabby." The man noted as he opened the case and slipped a sliver of strawberry in.

"Oh yes, she'll love her." The woman cooed. Then she looked over at something, "You're still buying me the hung young man on her shelf right."

"Yes my darling. I have your list, we'll be going home with several nice young pets to play with for years." He confidently advised.

"I'm glad our selected lots have came up later. Now those wasteful fools are lower in funds." She said then giggled.

"Oh, lot three nine six, wasn't that the other male you wanted." He said, raising his paddle.

The woman bounced and her dress remarkably kept her contained. She wasn't hugely endowed but she had a fair set. It was the low set of her neckline that made it a possibility. "Yes, yes, buy me that hung living dildo. Get me all three and you'll go to bed extra happy."

"Well then," He said with a snicker before lifting his paddle and calling out "Ten." The woman hugged him tightly for that.

As Bee-bee watched them and others bid on shrunken and kidnapped people she wondered who or what this Tabby was. Daughter maybe? Or terrifying, possibly a cat? They slipped more nibbles in with her and their other collected prizes as the bidding carried on to nearly dawn.