Christine woke up from the persistent knocking on the door. The girl opened her eyes and stared blankly at the expensive hanging ceiling. Since she left her hometown for the capital, it seemed like an eternity. It seems that Pasha will never forgive her this nonsense. She had tried to call him more than once. But he either didn’t pick up the phone at all, or he threw up, barely hearing her voice. Tears sprang to her eyes. She was madly missing home, but there was no money for the way back. She was taken hostage here. The golden mountains that were promised to her turned out to be a bunch of pitiful river sand. She is no one in this huge den and no one will remain. Yesterday, the man who had her settled forbade her to make phone calls and ordered her to take away all her clothes. The girl, in horror, awaited a further turn of events. She knew that some girls who were traveling with her were forced to engage in banal prostitution. She was not touched yet, but she strongly suspected that it was not for that at all! Mu, that brought her here her brother's former lover. No, Pasha did not know anything. She did not believe it. Pasha just could not do that to her. He tried with all available means to convince her not to go. He dissuaded her.

Until yesterday, Christie did not believe that the same things awaited her, as her companions. After all, she was allowed to leave the house, allowed to make phone calls. She was practically free. But after they had taken away all her clothes, transferred to this room with bars and locked, she expected only the worst.

“Madam, will you let me in?” - rang out from behind the door.

“Of course, you have the key,” the girl growled. A pretty miniature girl of about twenty-three entered the room. She was wearing a small, tightly fitting blue dress with a deep neckline, which opened rather than concealed anything and a white apron. The girl came in and put some clothes on the bed. When she bent slightly, Christina saw that she was wearing white lace panties. The girl turned around and kindly smiled.

- Madam, something you please? Christine did not understand what the girl means, and just in case she said that everything is in order for now. The door swung open and entered, rather, burst in, an energetic woman of about thirty dressed in black jeans and a turtleneck.

- Darling, I see you just woke up. Very regrettable. I am instructed to put you in order. So get up, my dear and in the shower. I will help you.

“No, thank you,” Christine muttered, looking at her in horror.

“Darling,” the lady looked coldly at her, “this is my job.”

- Sorry, but what is all this for? - Fear and confusion, asked the girl.

“I am forbidden to answer your questions,” the woman snapped, gazing at her with a scornful look. The washing procedure was not as disgusting as it seemed to Christina from the very beginning. The woman, who, as it turned out, was called Sasha, washed and rubbed her with various strange gels. However, almost did not speak with Christina. Sasha opened her mouth only to give Christe new instructions. They came out of the bath. The maid in a terribly short dress was standing in the same place where Christina had seen her for the last time and smiled just as swiftly.

- Here you go. It remains to apply makeup and dress you, honey. You are almost ready.

- For what? - Christina asked again. She was uncomfortable being naked in the company of two dressed women. The little maidservant did not tear her admiring gaze from her nude beauty. And really there was something to admire. Nature rewarded Christina with an ideal figure, full high breasts, slender waist, luxurious hips, slender, long legs. Sasha shaved her pussy smoothly, and her tender pink lips were visible. Christine blushed.

- Get down! - Sasha commanded.Christine turned and saw a syringe with a fine needle in her hand.

- What for? - the girl was frightened.

“There is nothing to fear, dear,” Sasha grinned. The maid moved toward her. Christina decided that it was better not to argue with them and quickly lay down on the bed, face down. We must pay tribute to Sasha, she made the injection easily almost painlessly.

“Get up,” a woman slapped her ass. “You have a very beautiful body,” she said.

“Thank you,” Christine smiled weakly.

- This is just a fact. This drug will not let you get pregnant for four years. Further at the discretion of the owner. From these words, Christina became all cold, her fear paralyzed her so much that she didn’t even ask whose owner. Sasha and another girl began to dress her. Christina was unable to move. Why contraception? Lord, what they want to do with it? Eyes themselves filled with tears.

“Hey, darling, just don't you dare cry,” Sasha shook her sharply. - You ruin all my efforts! Sit down, apply makeup. Sue, say that in a quarter of an hour she will be completely ready. The girl retired. Christine had a hard time breathing. Ready for what?! Sasha put the finishing touches when a huge fellow entered the room without knocking.

“I see she is ready,” he stated.

“Yes, you can take it,” Sasha casually threw. The lad roughly took her by the elbow and jerked her to her feet.

- Hey, be careful! - shouted Sasha. “There shouldn't be any bruises on her.”

- Do not teach, - he waved away, - not the first time. He led Christina out of the room. Feet were cotton and did not want to obey. Christina was dragged into the room. There were many men and mirrors. Tobacco smoke hit Christine in the nose, and she almost fainted.

“Lot number 25,” said a short man in a loud voice, pointing at Christina in a tail coat. Oh god This is it a lot! It is sold. The girl suddenly became aware of everything with amazing clarity. Her eyes came across a reflection of a girl in a bright make-up, tiny tango panties, a bodice, from which the chest fell out and on top of all this dress made of absolutely transparent material. Why does she look like me? - the girl was surprised and at that very moment a terrible thought pierced her brain. This is it! And all these guys staring at her almost naked body. Christine burst into paint. It seemed to her that what was happening was just a nightmare. She will wake up soon and all this horror will end. It just can't be! The slave trade cannot flourish at the beginning of the twenty-first century! Here in her country! It just can not be!

- Twenty five! - heard the girl. - Who is bigger? Look, what a beauty! Just seventeen years old! Absolute obedience. Who can offer more than twenty-five for her?

- Fifty! - Christine looked at the man who cried out. He was lounging on an expensive couch with a cheeky grin on his beautiful lips. In general, the man was very pleasant appearance. Christine didn’t understand at all why such a beautiful man should buy a woman for herself, for sure there is no end for him from free volunteers.

- Fifty five! - the new applicant was also young, apparently no older than thirty, and also of a pleasant appearance. But the beauty of this young man was not as courageous and frightening as the previous macho, she was gentle, a bit feminine. Generally, as Christine noted, here most of the men were young and good-looking, only a few middle-aged gentlemen who seemed at ease and, judging by their behavior, also felt themselves. It clearly gathered a select society.

“Seventy,” continued the macho bargaining.

“Seventy-five,” the blonde didn’t seem to be about to retreat, either. Christine ...