She was on a waist height table in the middle of a large room kneeling on all fours. It was in an old warehouse with block walls and hopper style windows twenty feet high running around the perimeter. The auction area was partitioned off by a wall of plywood that was painted Machine Room Gray. There was a simple light in a tarnished brass base hanging from it’s power supply cord above her. Fifty years of cob webs billowed from it. The heat generated by the incandescent bulb caused the air around it to rise. This set up a convection current. This is was made the cob webs move. A little micro climate was going on above us. What else in life didn’t we notice that physics was carrying on all the time. A pair of gentlemen were walking away from her. The taller one had the auction literature rolled up in his hand and was tapping it in the palm of his other hand. The shorter bull like gentleman had a bottle of soda in his hand. Everybody it seemed had something in their hand.
She had a pair of sexy black stiletto heels on her feet and a pink collar around her neck, and that was all. Her tits were small and hung like half empty milk bags. Her ancestors were from somewhere that was known for having sunny hot weather. Physics and biology told us this by making her skin olive. I ran my hand along her back and then slid my palm down the curve of her butt cheek with my finger tips running in the groove between them. I walked back to her side and then squeezed her throat slightly. She pulled her head away, but she didn’t look at me. There was an empty water bowl in front of her. I learned it wasn’t a water bowl but what she would pee in through out the busy day.
I went back behind her and wrapped my fingers around her ankles and was pleased with the fit. I had to push a pair of rusty iron shackles up her calves to do this. I looked at the other girls sitting in the stalls around the room and noticed that they didn’t have leg-irons on. The salesman who had been watching me came right over, “It’s for insurance reasons, we don’t want her to fall of the table.” he said. “Oh!” I said. The sores and rawness of the skin on her ankles told me she wore the shackles a lot. Well, physics told me that.
I looked at the name tag on her pink collar, it said, “PATTY”. The salesman said, “You can name her whatever you want when you get her home!” I asked him why she had her mouth taped shout and he told me she was a “Talker”. I told him that at some point I’ll want to look in her mouth, that I intended to use that part of her a lot. We both laughed and he told me that would be fine. He said that the previous owner told them,”You couldn’t fill that hole with three dicks, he said “and believe me I’ve tried!” Incidentally the previous owners name was Dick!
I removed the tape that was covering her mouth and slide a finger in there. It didn’t take much pressure to get it past her teeth which was good. I held it there a short while and then she started to suck on it, good again I noted.
I moved her thighs a part and felt her vulva, I spread her butt cheeks and smelled her anus, it was all good, velvety smooth and pleasant smelling, like unsweetened chocolate.
I guessed her age short of twelve years and I wasn’t trying to flatter anybody, she looked that much younger. “Hysterectomy?” I asked. “Yes, a total with a bilateral salpingo-oophorectomy!” said the salesman, but you can use that mouth and asshole all day long, pussy too, but she’ll probably need hormones for that.” I took a finger cot from a bowl of them on the table marked “Unused” and dipped it in a jar of Vaseline. I don’t think there has been a lid on the jar since it left the filling line at the Vaseline factory in Englewood Cliffs NJ. I inserted my finger in her anus. Her sphincter readily accepted the odd feeling of pressure from the outside verses natures design for pressure from the inside. We fooled physics here. She looked back at me but her mane was covering her eyes. She relaxed her back and moved back and forth on my finger. To this I also made a note: “Very Good!” When I was done with her anus I removed my finger condom and dropped it in the bowl on her table that was labeled “USED”. There were about a hundred of them in it already and it was only 9:15 AM. I wrote the name Patty on my auction literature and moved to the stalls along the Machine Room Gray wall.
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