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of? Two hooded figures came up from the audience
and approached the pair, undoing their chains and dragging them to the center
of the stage. Charlie and Addison cowered before the audience, and the leader
nodded enthusiastically.
    “Wonderful,” he said, “You two will do nicely, I’m sure.
Move into position, men.”
    The people who’d led them front and center took a few steps
back and produced two slick, heavy handguns. Addison let out a yelp, and
Charlie waved a bit on his feet. The leader laughed.
    “Don’t worry,” he said, “They won’t shoot unless you don’t
obey. Now, before we keep going, please take off all your clothing.”
    “What?” Charlie said. One of the men on stage undid the
safety of his gun.
    “Take off your clothes,” the leader repeated. His chilly
voice was warning enough. Mortified, Charlie and Addison began to strip off the
layers of their clothing. They could hardly stand to look at each other. The
crowd jeered and whistled as Addison struggled to cover her breasts and pussy,
Charlie hid his dick behind his quivering hands. The leader seemed to be
pleased by what he saw.
    “Excellent specimens, no?” he asked the crowd. They roared
their approval. “Now, why don’t you two get to it?”
    “What do you mean?” Addison whispered. The other man cocked his
gun in their direction.
    “I mean,” said the leader, “We need to see what you two are
made of. We need to see how you are, sexually, before we bid on you. This is
the annual auction, after all. We spent a good deal of time finding you among
the prize items around the region. You seem to be pretty excellent specimens,
maybe the best in years. But we have to be sure that you’ll be worth the money.
You wouldn’t want to disappoint us, would you? So, if you would be fine enough
to fuck for us, we’d be much obliged.”
    Charlie and Addison stared helplessly at each other. How
could this possibly be happening? How could they be asked to do this mortifying
thing in front of so many people?
    “I...I can’t,” Charlie said, his voice shaking.
    “If you can’t,” said the leader, “We’ll be forced to kill
you.”
    “No!” Addison cried, throwing her arms around Charlie,
“We’ll do it!”
    “Good girl!” said the leader, and the audience agreed.
Charlie looked at Addison, beyond his senses with fear. They stood completely
naked before the assembled crowd, having fallen down the god-awful rabbit hole
into surreal terror. In a moment of connection, amid the Twilight Zone that
they’d stumbled into, Addison lay her hands on Charlie’s shoulder, turned him
to face her.
    “It’s OK,” she said softly, tears prickling in her eyes,
“It’s going to be OK, Charlie. I promise. Just stay with me, just look at me.”
    He latched onto her eyes, drawing her closer against her.
Miraculously, they locked eyes with each other, managed to quiet the roar of
catcalls amid the audience. They let themselves fall into each others’ eyes,
forgetting as best they could what their situation was, what the stakes were.
Addison drew Charlie with her beyond the realm of terror into which they’d
entered. For a brief moment, they fell away. It was just them, with no one else
in the world. Their lives depended upon this connection, this encounter. It was
the only way to stay alive, and to feel alive with each other.
    Charlie pulled Addison against him, pressing his mouth
against hers. Addison threw her arms around Charlie’s neck and kissed him
urgently. Their mouths moved together, with a passion that went beyond sex,
into the realm of love. Addison began to cry softly as she slid her tongue
against Charlie’s, realizing only now that she truly did love him, that she had
all along.
    Addison let her hands travel down the length of Charlie’s
body. She found his cock, realized that it was growing hard. She wrapped her
hands around that familiar organ and felt in swell between her palms. She rubbed
her fingers up and down the length of