Blood On The Bracelet

Part 1: Auction

Author’s Note: Why write what everyone else is writing? Seriously, I got this idea and I thought that it would be good for a Huddy story if not then I messed up and no one will read this. It’s kind of a fucked up idea anyway. So I’ll put this teaser out there and if anyone is interested I will continue. Read at your own risk, this story is graphic and depicts sex, rape, body modification and some other twisted shit. If you are wondering where I get my ideas or other stupid facts, repeat to yourself it’s just a story and I really should relax.

The last thing Cuddy remembered was getting into her car to drive home. It was late and she had just finished a tense meeting with House. She had gotten into her car and then felt a sharp pain in her neck and now she was somewhere with a black bag over her head. Her hands were tied behind her back and so were her ankles. She was kneeling and in the next room she could hear voices clapping and cheering. She could tell that she had been redressed in a skirt with very uncomfortable heels on her feet. She wondered how she was expected to walk in those shoes when the time came. She groaned, her mouth was dry and all she really wanted at that moment was a sip of ice cold water. She struggled with the ropes around her wrists and succeeded in bumping into whoever was situated next to her.

“Ow! What the hell?” The voice said and it was awfully familiar. Cuddy turned her head instinctively to look at the person next to her but because of the black bag she couldn’t see a damn thing. She sighed and shook her head, trying to get the bag to come off but it was to no avail. “Where am I?” in that instant Cuddy knew the voice, it was Allison Cameron, it now seemed that they were both in the same predicament.

“Dr. Cameron?” Cuddy asked slowly wanting no more then to reach out and touch the young woman. She didn’t know where they were but she wanted to get out of there and fast. She knew that wasn’t going to be possible though, wherever they were they were both screwed.

“Dr. Cuddy?” Cameron replied and Cuddy sensed movement beside her as Cameron inched her way closer. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, what’s the last thing--” before she could get out her question she was grabbed by the forearm and pulled to her feet, which she struggled to stay on with the ropes tied around them. A moment later the restraints were removed and she was dragged forward, tripping over her own feet as she did so. The heels on the shoes were impossibly high, nothing that she would ever wear on purpose, and she felt that she was going to sprain her ankle if she made any wrong move.

She was led up a set of stairs and then pushed forward, causing her to stumble, the moment she regained her balance the bag was removed from her head. She took a few steps and found that she was on a stage in a large room, filled with people. There was a lot of chatter and laughing, some flashes of cameras went off blinding her even more then the overhead lights were. As bright as the lights were above her, she couldn’t see any faces, besides everything was blurry from whatever drug she had been given to get her there in the first place. She turned her head swiftly to see Cameron standing next to her looking just as disoriented.

“Two doctors from the teaching hospital, delicious as they come may I add, names Lisa and Allison but they will surely respond to anything you want to call them,” A voice said over a loud speaker Cuddy struggled with the ropes around her wrists, she barely heard what the voice was saying she was way more concerned with getting out of there, “Start the bidding at fifty thousand.” A bunch of voices started shouting out numbers, the dollar amounts getting higher and higher as Cuddy and Cameron tried to get their bearings.

“Sixty thousand!”

“Sixty-five!”

“Seventy-five!”

“One hundred!”

“SOLD!” The original voice on the loudspeaker said and before either of them could ascertain what was happening the bags were replaced over their heads and they were pulled off of the stage. Cuddy was led to a back room where it was quiet and forced to kneel on a cold, hard floor. Once again she felt movement next to her and realized that Cameron was there by her side. Wherever they were or wherever they were going, they were going to be together and for that Cuddy was actually happy. She felt a tear escape her eye, she was overcome with anxiety having no idea what exactly was going on, although she knew that it couldn’t be good. The bags were removed and she immediately turned to look a Cameron who also looked like she had been crying. The two men who had removed the bags left the room, shutting and locking the door behind them.

“What’s going on here?” Cuddy asked her as if she thought Cameron had the answer.

“I don’t know but I think…I think we were just sold.” Cameron sniffled and then blinked a few times causing two tears to spill down her cheeks leaving a few trails of mascara down her face. Cuddy wondered if she looked that frightful, not that it would actually matter at that point.

“It’ll be okay, we’ll get out of this.” Cuddy said even though she had no authority to promise that. Before the conversation could continue any further the door was unlocked and a man stepped inside. He was a short man with beady little eyes and brown hair. Behind him was a woman in a black leather cat suit holding a riding crop in her right hand. She pushed past the man with the beady eyes and went right over to Cuddy and got down so they were at eye level with each other. Cuddy stared right back at her wondering what the woman could possibly want.

“This one’s a bit older but I think we got a great deal on the pair.” The woman said as she moved over to inspect Cameron.

“What the hell do you want with us?” Cameron said in a weak voice. Without a verbal response of any kind the woman slapped Cameron across the face with the riding crop.

“HEY! You can’t do that!” Cuddy shouted only to be met with a backhand from the same woman. She reeled from the blow and almost fell over without the use of her hands to steady herself.

“She can do whatever she wants, I own you two now.” The man said and then walked over to them slowly. Cuddy looked at him trying to hold back the tears that were coming on quickly now. Cameron had started crying softly, a quite sob with lots of hitching breaths. Cuddy swallowed hard as the man grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. “Say goodnight now.” He said and a moment later she felt a stab in her neck and then everything went black.

When she woke up for a second time she was laying in a single bed in a small room that was lined with bookcases. Some of the shelves held books, others held expensive looking statuettes. Her wrists were not tied anymore but she did have a collar around her neck. Her hands went straight to it and she tried to pull it off but it was locked in place with a small padlock. On the side of the collar there was a small metal box, under that box there were prongs that dug deeply into her neck. She didn’t know what the box was for but she wasn’t planning on finding out any time soon. She turned her head to see Cameron laying there still asleep. She didn’t want to wake her, not yet, as long as she was out she was peaceful and could forget about where she was and how the situation had turned out.

Cuddy got up and realized she was still in the same shoes that she had been put in when she woke up the first time. She quickly leaned down and unstrapped them, throwing them aside like they were garbage. She flexed her toes in and out for a moment before walking over to one of the bookshelves and pulling a book at random. It was a copy of “The Handmaid’s Tale” by Margaret Atwood. She rolled her eyes at the irony and put the book back on the shelf. She noticed a porcelain figurine of a woman with her arms tied behind her back and a gag in her mouth, at the moment she felt like smashing it but she didn’t, she just set it back down. She walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge of it, watching Cameron to see if she would wake up on her own.

After another moment of sitting there Cameron started to stir slightly. She groaned and then sat up turning her head back and fourth frantically trying to figure out where she was. When she saw Cuddy she looked like everything had just hit her like a ton of bricks. She started to cry again with those hitching breaths and Cuddy came over to her bed and awkwardly put her arm around Cameron’s shoulders. She had never really been close to the girl but now they were all each other had, it was a miracle that they weren’t split up when they were sold.

“Please just tell me I’m dreaming.” Cameron sobbed and rested into Cuddy’s arms. Cuddy wished that they were dreaming too but she knew that they weren’t. She didn’t exactly know what to say to Cameron, or even what their predicament was, but it was becoming more and more clear as time progressed. People only bought and sold other people for two reasons Cuddy could think about, slavery and sex. Considering the short skirts and shoes they were in she was guessing they were there for the latter.

“It’s going to be okay.” Cuddy said again because she was at a loss for words. She knew it wasn’t going to be okay but she felt like she was going to have to be the strong one in this situation. Cameron stopped crying for a moment and looked at her. She sniffled and then gently pulled away and leaned down to get the uncomfortable shoes off of her feet. Cuddy noticed a door off to the side of the room and she walked over to it and turned the knob. It opened slowly, with a loud creak, and revealed a rather large bathroom with an old claw footed tub off to the side. Next to that was a sink and across from that was a toilet and a mirror. There was a window in there but it was too small to even think about getting out of and it also seemed like they were on the second floor of the house, Cuddy didn’t know if she wanted to risk breaking her leg jumping to the ground.

She walked out of the bathroom and back over to Cameron who was taking deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth, “I wish they would just get on with it and keep us out of this suspense.” Cuddy said and then sat down next to Cameron. Before Cameron could respond to that one of the bookcases swung forward and the woman they had seen before in the cat suit came into the room. She had the riding crop clicked to one side of her outfit and a tazer clipped to the other side.

“Alright, your new names are Trixie and Pixie.” The woman said and then walked over to Cameron and grabbed her face, lifting her head up to gain access to her collar. Cameron struggled, pulling back and she shoved the woman away. The woman backhanded Cameron rather hard, causing her to fall back onto the bed. Once she was down the woman clipped something to the front of Cameron’s collar. It was a small gold tag that said “Pixie”.

“What do you mean, ‘new names’?” Cuddy asked as Cameron started in with the crying again. Now that Cuddy knew that all the woman wanted was to clip something to their collars she wasn’t going to put up much of a fight. The woman came over to Cuddy and clipped the tag that said “Trixie” to her collar. “Answer me.”

“Master has decided those will be your new names, and we don’t want to hear you calling each other by your real names or you’ll get it.” The woman said and then noticed the shoes that had been discarded. She walked over to Cuddy’s pair and picked them up, she brought them over to her and set them down at her feet. “You will wear these one way or another. I’ll be back with your new clothes in a jiff.”

“New clothes?”

“Yes new clothes,” The woman said and then turned to Cameron quickly, “And no more crying or you’ll catch hell.” With that she walked out of the room, closing the bookcase behind her like it was a door. Cuddy got up and walked over to Cameron and took her hand. Cameron was trying to calm herself down but she couldn’t help but outright sob over this new situation. Cuddy wanted to cry too but she knew that if she started she wouldn’t be able to stop and she also knew that the woman wasn’t joking when she said they would catch hell for crying.

“Allison calm down, you need to stop.” Cuddy said to her gently. Cameron looked at her and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She had mascara trails down her face, “Stay right here, I’ll be right back.” Cuddy said and then got up and walked towards the bathroom. She went inside and picked up a washcloth from the side of the sink and wetted it. She wrung it out and then came out of the bathroom and back over to Cameron and started to clean her face carefully.

“I can’t, I just can’t.” Cameron breathed through sobs as Cuddy cleaned her face. “I don’t want to be ‘Pixie’ I want to be Allison Cameron.” She sniffled, her tears seemed to be ebbing. Cuddy knew there was only so much a person could cry before they stopped. She finished washing the poor girl’s face and set the washcloth down on the table that was between the beds.

“We are going to be okay, we don’t even know what they want with us yet.” Cuddy said trying to sound optimistic even though her brain just kept feeding her the worst scenario possible for this situation. Cameron looked at her doubtfully.

“Come on, Pixie and Trixie? Is that not clear enough?” Cameron almost shouted at her. Cuddy was taken aback by this and blinked a few times. Cameron’s voice had gone from pitiful to angry in less than thirty seconds. “Lisa we are sex slaves, SEX SLAVES!” With that she grabbed Cuddy by the collar of her shirt and shook her good and hard. Cuddy pulled away from her violently and adjusted her shirt. Cameron just looked at her for another moment and went back to her annoying sniffles. Cuddy decided that she wasn’t going to be much more help in this situation and sat back down on her own bed and looked down at the shoes she was going to have to wear. They were black, strappy things with a two inch platform and a six inch stiletto heel. Just looking at them made her feel like she was going to break her neck trying to walk, and forget about running or escaping in those things, that would never happen.

Before she knew it, the bookcase door opened again and the woman who had been in there before entered holding a stack of folded clothes in her arms. She dumped the stack on Cameron’s bed and picked up an emerald green short velvet dress. It was tight at the top, like a corset, and the bottom was a flowing light green tapestry of fabric, much like a pixie would wear. She tossed the dress in Cameron’s direction and she caught it and hugged it tightly to her chest. The woman then picked up two green shoes with curled toes and gold sequences on them, no heel.

“Put this on Pixie.” the woman said to Cameron. She then picked up the rest of the clothes and brought them over to Cuddy and set them down. Cuddy noticed at once that what she was to be dressed in was a sexy catholic school girl’s outfit. It came complete with white top that would be tied in a knot up near the chest exposing her midriff, a plaid skirt that was obscenely short, and thigh high black fishnet stockings. She picked up the shirt and looked at it with disdain and then back to the woman who had brought it.

“You have got to be kidding.” Cuddy said and the woman raised her hand to slap her so Cuddy shied away, the blow never came.

“You have five minutes to get changed, Master wants to take stock of his new possessions.” The woman said and then turned to leave the room. Cuddy swallowed hard, she was guessing it would be better to follow directions then feel the wrath of the Master.

“What’s your name?” Cuddy asked just as the woman was leaving the room. She turned back to address Cuddy.

“Vixie.” She said and Cuddy was starting to see the pattern forming. “Five minutes.” She then added and then walked out of the room closing the bookcase behind her. Cameron had started crying again but as she did she slowly started to get undressed so she could redress in her pixie outfit. Cuddy ignored her for the time being and slowly got undressed. She pulled on the shirt and tied the knot between her chest, she followed with the plaid skirt and then sat down on the bed to pull on the stockings.

“Why am I the pixie?” Cameron said, breaking the silence that had overcome them. Cuddy turned to look at her, the dress fit her nicely and she was already jealous that Cameron got to wear regular shoes and not obscenely high heels. In that outfit she did look a bit like a pixie, without the pointy ears of course. In fact Cuddy thought that her being the pixie was a good choice, she was tiny and she had the sweet young face for it, she had just never noticed that before.

“Well at least you aren’t the catholic school girl.” Cuddy said and then pulled on the black heels that Vixie had brought over to her before leaving. She strapped the ankle straps so they were more comfortable and then stood up. “I look like a cheap slut.” She said looking down over her body and the outfit she was now in. Cameron slid on her shoes and stood up.

“I’ll trade with you.” Cameron offered but Cuddy shook her head. They were obviously chosen as Pixie and Trixie for a reason.

“I don’t want to get in trouble.” Cuddy replied, meaning that she didn’t want to get into more trouble then she was already in. She took a few test steps in the shoes and didn’t fall over so she took a few more. She wondered if she was going to have to wear these all day every day for the rest of her life. She was hoping that someone would notice that she was missing and get to finding her but she had no idea what kind of trail was left, or how easy it would be for someone to find them. She then thought about House and that brought tears to her eyes. She quickly rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands and then straightened out her shirt. The bookcase door opened again and Vixie appeared holding two leashes in her hand.

“Come on, we have inspection.” Vixie said and then walked over to Cameron and without much of a fight, clipped the leash to her collar. Cameron let her head hang low, she didn’t want to be there but she knew that she had no alternative.

“Where are we going?” Cuddy asked and then took a few tentative steps backwards and into the corner. Vixie yanked the leash on Cameron’s collar to get her to step forward. Vixie clipped the other collar to Cuddy’s neck and yanked on it to get her to walk. In this way she led them out of the room and down the long hallway.

“We are going to see Master.” Vixie said and after that there was silence. Cuddy kept looking over at Cameron who was doing absolutely nothing but trying not to cry again. Cuddy started to pray to anyone who was listening that this was all just a dream, not real. She knew it was though because if it was a dream she would have been able to rouse herself from the pain the heels were causing her feet. They stopped at the last door on the right and Vixie pulled a ring of keys and opened the door.

The room was a large one with blood red carpet and silver painted walls. There was a black leather couch in the center and two black leather chairs across from it. Hanging on the walls were abstract paintings and the ceiling had a huge crystal chandelier. In one of those chairs, smoking a cigar, was the man that Cuddy and Cameron had seen come into the room once they had been sold at auction. He was in a black suit with a black pinstriped tie. He looked over at Vixie and his two new toys and then motioned with his hand pointing downward. Vixie quickly pushed them to kneeling positions in front of the man and unclipped their leashes. She then turned to leave.

“Getting breakfast ready Vixie?” The man spoke for the first time.

“Yes master right away.” She replied and then left the room. Cuddy could hear the door close and lock even though her back was to it. Breakfast? She had been out that long? She shook her head and tried to pay attention to what was going to happen next. The master was a short man but he was big and looked like he was strong. Besides the door was closed and locked, if she was going to run she had absolutely no plan as where to go so she remained kneeling. Master stood up and set his cigar down in an ashtray that was near the chair he was sitting in. He got down in front of Cuddy and put a thumb on her chin gently, trying to get her to open her mouth. She took in a deep breath and opened her mouth slowly and he looked inside.

“Nice teeth.” He said to her and repeated this act with Cameron who didn’t hesitate to obey him. When he was done he stepped back and put his hands on his hips, looking at the two of them like they were dogs with papers, “If those teeth are used to bite anything other then food I’ll remove them one by one. Now then, Trixie kiss Pixie.”

“Excuse me.” Both Cameron and Cuddy said at the same time. She was just starting to get used to the fact that they were now property and he was already launching into the sex acts.

“If I have to tell you twice you won’t like what comes next. Trixie, you look like the dominant one, kiss Pixie…NOW.” He finished the command in a big, booming voice, which startled Cuddy into action. She grabbed Cameron and kissed her on the lips gently and then pulled away. Cameron looked dumfounded by this but she didn’t make a disgusted face or say anything about not liking it. Master laughed and sat down in his chair, picking up his cigar again. “I meant a real kiss you whore.” That statement was directed at Cuddy and she knew it.

“What do you mean by that?” Cuddy asked, looking up at him. Of course she knew what he meant but she was stalling for time.

“I’m not kissing her.” Cameron said and then started to inch her way backwards until she was met with the couch behind her. Cuddy looked at her desperately and then back to Master. He took a puff from his cigar and leaned forward.

“You have ten seconds.” He said to Cuddy and she swallowed hard. Master looked at his watch as if he was really timing her and she didn’t doubt that he was serious so she lunged at Cameron, grabbed her, and initiated a passionate kiss. Cameron made no attempt to kiss back and so in a way it was like kissing a dead fish. After about fifteen seconds she pulled away and looked at Master. He looked like he was pleased with the events that had just transpired. “Very well behaved, Trixie. I can see we’ll have some problems with Pixie though.”

“No we won’t, I’ll talk to her.” Cuddy replied quickly.

“The hell you will.” Cameron shot back at her.

“Trixie is right Pixie you don’t want to know what happens if you don’t do what you are told.” Master said. Cuddy did plan on talking to Cameron once she had her alone, she knew in her heart the best thing they could both do at this point was obey. Master was a scary man and it looked like he was going to get his way no matter what they said or did. Besides he had Vixie on his side and she looked like she could take down the both of them with one hand behind her back. Cameron looked down at her hands but didn’t say anything to the contrary.

“Breakfast should be ready any minute you both will accompany me to the dining room now.” Master said and then stood up after snuffing his cigar completely out in the ashtray. He headed for the door but Cuddy and Cameron made no move to follow him. When he got to the door he pulled a ring of keys, much like the keys that Vixie had, and unlocked the door. When he was done with that he snapped his fingers to get their attention. “Walk five steps behind me at all times.”

Cuddy looked at Cameron and slowly got to her feet. Cameron remained kneeling and it didn’t look like she was making any attempt to move, “Allison lets go.” Cuddy snapped in a harsh whisper, but Cameron wouldn’t move from her spot.

“I’m not waiting forever.” Master said, folding his arms over his chest. “You have thirty seconds.” Cuddy took in a deep breath and grabbed Cameron by her arm and yanked her to her feet. Cameron pulled away from her and took a few steps backwards, folding her arms over her chest.

“Allison…” Cuddy said in a warning tone.

“I’m not going anywhere!” Cameron shouted and then started to back up until the back of her legs hit one of the black leather chairs behind her. She was startled by this and fell back into the chair and started crying again. Master didn’t seem to like this, he approached them both and shoved Cuddy out of the way. He grabbed Cameron by the hair and pulled her to her feet before punching her hard in the jaw. Cameron was totally caught off guard by this and cried out, falling to the floor.

“No breakfast for you then, Pixie.” Master said and that’s when Cuddy noticed the door was slightly ajar. With his attention on Cameron he wasn’t paying her any and she took off running to the door and out into the hall. Once she got out there she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t really want to leave Cameron but she did want to save her own ass, besides she could always come back with help. She had a choice, she could go left or right, one of them would be a dead end and one of them would probably lead to a stair case. She decided to go right and in a few feet she was met with a set of stairs with a long wooden banister running down the length of them.

It was hard to navigate the stairs in the shoes she was in and every other step was wobbly, she didn’t want to break her neck by falling down the stairs. Once she got to the bottom she could hear Master shouting, he was probably coming quickly behind her, he looked like he could move pretty fast for a little guy. She darted off to the left and slammed right into Vixie who was coming around the corner. They both fell after crying out in surprise.

“STOP HER!” Master yelled from the top of the stairs. Cuddy started to get to her feet and Vixie grabbed her ankle and pulled her back down. She screamed as loud as she could and used her other leg to kick backwards at Vixie. She connected with the other woman’s shoulder blade and the grip on her ankle was let go. She pulled herself to her feet and made a move to run when she felt a stabbing shock run through her body. She screamed again and fell to her knees. Her eye started to water and her whole body felt sore, like she had just been trampled by a horse. Vixie came up behind her and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her until she was standing on her feet.

“GOT HER SIR!” Vixie called out just as Master was coming around the corner to greet them. He stopped in front of Cuddy and looked her in the eye. He was taller then her but not by much and he was no House.

“No food for you either. Pixie is back in her room, put Trixie there too until I can decide their punishments.” Master said and Vixie nodded as she started to pull Cuddy, by the hair, towards the stairs.

“Punishments? You already shocked me and punched Allison in the face!” Cuddy spat out in Master’s direction.

“If you think that’s the worst, wait until you see what’s to come.” Master said.

“Lets go, Trixie.” Vixie said, “You were so naughty.”

“Bite me.” Cuddy snapped at her as she was pulled up the stairs towards the room at the end of the hall. She realized that the punishment would be something horrible, worse then being tazered or punched in the face. She wanted to cry but she wanted to cry on House’s shoulder even more so. She didn’t know why she missed him so much, maybe because he was strong and she was going through all this trauma. Vixie shoved her into the bedroom and shut the bookcase behind her, Cuddy heard some sort of lock click and saw Cameron laying on the bed closest to her, holding her face in her hands and crying. Cuddy was mad, it was Cameron’s own damn fault that she got punched anyway. Without a word to consol Cameron she walked to her bed which was on the other side of the room and sat down. The day was not shipping up to be a good one.