A couple of weeks ago, Bec was walking home and felt a prick in her neck. Now she finds herself naked and chained to a post in some twisted market, with an iron collar around her neck. Try as she might, the chains will not budge.

Neither she nor any one else noticed the shadowy figure skulking around in the rafters.

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"Oh, don't look at me like that, Erin. You should be happy now you can snuggle with your girlfriend again. And you found your sister too!"

The man smirked.

"Or are you just mad I took your uniform? I know you looked cute in it, but I think this look suits you better."

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Next ($5-tier only): Forced Orgasm Group

"And now we move to lot 121: a lovely set of twin sisters! They have been trained by our expert team and stand ready to serve your every need."

As the auctioneer spoke, Erin and Bec walked forward to the edge of the stage and assumed the display pose their trainers had drilled into them. They each stared forward with a neutral expression as the bidders looked them over. The twins' dyed-blonde hair had been stled in exactly the same way, and their makeup had been carefully applied so it matched as well. The only means of telling them apart were the numbers on the tags attached to their collars, and the lesser muscle definition on Bec's body. The training regime had been particularly hard on Bec, who had been subjected to additional training to shape her body to a state cloer to that of her sister.

"Exquisite, aren't they? I'll open the bidding at 7000; do I hear 7500?"