"One thousand dollars. One thousand one hundred. One thousand two hundred. One thousand three hundred . . ."

With so many men bidding on me, my price just went up and up!

"Two thousand dollars. Two thousand one hundred. Two thousand two hundred. Two thousand three hundred . . ."

" . . . Four thousand four hundred. Four thousand five hundred. Four thousand six hundred. Four thousand seven hundred . . ."

"Ten thousand dollars. Ten thousand five hundred. Eleven thousand. Eleven thousand five hundred . . ."

As my price went up and up, with no shortage of men wanting to buy me, I started to feel a bit . . . exhilarated. I mean, I know I'm not bad looking, and people call me "cute", but I've never thought of myself as being really hot. I'm very short, and I'm quite skinny, and my breasts are hardly there - my bra size is 32A. So I don't have long legs, or big breasts, or a big bottom - all the things guys seem to go for. And I'm not flirty either, I'm too shy to flirt.

I was going to say, "I'm too shy around boys" and that's true. Since I went to an all girls school, and I was never one of the cool girls who got invited to parties or tried to blag their way into nightclubs, boys are a bit of a mystery to me. They are a bit scary. But I'm also too shy to flirt with girls . . .

I'd always had crushes on other girls at my school, where I couldn't stop thinking about the object of my affections, but it wasn't until a year ago that I realised I am actually bisexual! Once I realised that, I stopped fantasising about boys and started dreaming about doing it with another girl. There were plenty of girls at school I fancied - but there was no way I was going to ask another girl out! I was sure anyone I asked would turn me down, because no-one else seemed to be into girls, and what would people say?! Girls can be pretty cruel, I know that. "Coming out" would be too much of a risk.

In that last year at school, my libido really seemed to kick in. I was pretty frustrated. I couldn't get a boyfriend. I couldn't get a girlfriend. I couldn't go on the internet and look at porn (the school computers had good blocking software, and so did my parent's PC). I couldn't buy porn, because I was too shy and underage (I am only just 18 now - my birthday was the day I was arrested). I could stroke myself to an orgasm, but it's not easy to do this when you share a dormitory with three other girls. That kiss I mentioned earlier? That happened when I was thirteen, on holiday. Since then, I hadn't been touched!

And now, here I was, standing on a platform, in the nude, in front of hundreds of men. And they were all staring at me, gazing at my short legs, my skinny hips and of course my underwhelming breasts. And they wanted me! They all thought I was desirable. Well, of course I was feeling exhilarated! What girl wouldn't be?

And I wasn't just nude, of course. I was also shackled. Because I was no longer a tourist, swanning around North America with a backpack and a credit card and a load of traveller's cheques. I no longer owned anything. Instead, *I* was a piece of property! One of these men was going to buy me and I would be their slave and from then on I would have to do as they wanted! I wouldn't remain a virgin for long after being bought, would I? I mean, if I objected to having sex with him, my owner would probably tie me to a post and whip me or something . . . or he'd just tie me to a bed and rape me . . .

I was standing with my hands in front of my vagina, to preserve at least a little bit of my modesty. I wondered if I could stroke myself here without anyone seeing. Maybe if I did it very gently, with one finger, with my other hand in front of that finger, no-one would see . . . Mmmmm . . . that feels good! Got to be very slow and gentle though . . .

"Forty-seven thousand. Forty-eight thousand. Forty-nine thousand. Fifty thousand dollars . . ."

I was worth fifty-thousand dollars? Not bad! And there were still plenty of bidders left! I was a hot piece of ass, right?

" . . . Eighty-two thousand. Eighty-three thousand. Eighty-four thousand -"

The crowd wasn't silent while this was going on. Lots of people were chatting quietly to their neighbours, a low-level murmuring noise. Now, suddenly, the murmuring got louder and there were chuckles too, which turned into a loud wave of laughter!

"HEY, SHE'S JERKING OFF!!" someone shouted.