Chapter 4 Tell me!

Alexander smiled tenderly at his purchase and delicately held out his hand to her, inviting her to follow him. Diana obeyed meekly, taking his arm and walking beside him.

They walked into a cramped bar where music thundered, naked women danced on tall counters, waitresses in black latex robes were serving drinks and food. There were people sitting at the tables on leather sofas, mostly overweight elderly men. Naked girls sat on the floor next to many, some of them wearing collars. Diana looked with surprise at the girls unfamiliar to her, who seemed to her much older than her.

"Did all these men come to the auction? There were fifteen of us in total, and here there are many more!" The girl was perplexed, and was lost when she saw around her so many males. She wanted to see them as much as possible, but for the well-mannered woman, this was unacceptable behavior.

"Is something wrong?" Alexander asked her, seeing as his escort slowed down.

"No, Master, it's all right."

"Tell me!"

"I've never seen so many men, really, they all came to the auction?"

Alexander laughed loudly, but did not answer. Approaching one of the tables, he sat his companion in a beautiful Venetian-style armchair and sat down opposite to her.

"Let's have something to drink! Do you like champagne?"

"I will drink what you order, Master!" She blurted out a phrase learned from childhood, obtaining a satisfied smile from Alexander.

For the first time between 'people', the resident of the dungeon caught on herself the lustful glances of the old men around her, and she felt a little uncomfortable. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw how they were looking at her and tried to lower her head as low as possible.

Drinks and fruits were brought. Alexander raised his glass and said loudly: "For a good purchase! Take a glass and have a drink with me!" Diana took her glass and carefully tasted the drink. It seemed to her bitter, but she did not dare to express her opinion and drank every last drop. The effect that overtook her was not long in coming.

Alexander approached one of his acquaintances and invited him to their table. An elderly man happily sat down next to him and a young girl crawled after him on all fours.

She seemed very young to Diana, but looking at someone else's property was a sign of bad taste, and she again modestly lowered her head, waiting for the order of her Master.

"This is my purchase, I hope it is very successful. I have long wanted to get myself a virgin brought up in the style of 'complete submission'. So, after all, I made up my mind." The man pointed at Diana, showing her to his friend.

"Happy purchase! This must be noted!" The old man raised his glass and drained it. "And I, one might say, found mine on the street." He continued after a slight pause. "I bought it in the orphanage last year, and now, I'm bringing it up. It was pretty hard, but on the budget, although..." He lasciviously looked obediently across from Diana. "...maybe I'll think about the auction, too, an interesting idea."

Diana looked out of the corner of her eye at the girl sitting on the floor and noticed that she, too, was furtively looking at her. The men chatted sweetly and began to disperse.

Alexander, taking his drunken companion by the arms, hastily led her out of the noisy room. "Put on a blindfold, club requirements." He handed her a painfully familiar object, but Diana did not need explanations why this was so, she had long been accustomed to going out and returning with a blindfold over her eyes.

The man took the trembling girl out into the street, for the first time in a long time she breathed in the fresh night air. From surprise, she almost fell, confused and losing orientation in space.

Alexander took her in his arms like a feather and carried her to the car. Seated in the back seat, he ordered the driver to get going. Gentle masculine touches stirred up numerous conflicting feelings in the body of the young girl. She wanted this road to the car to last forever. In the arms of a strong man, Diana felt small and helpless again, as if she had been hugged by a caring father, whom she never had.