The slavegirl and the Auctioneer Part 1
By Dmitiri Storm
Amanda woke up and stretched as much as her cage would allow. Her leash impeded her movement, but still she smiled. She was excited as she thought of the day ahead of her. Today was the day she had been looking forward to. Today was auction day.
Amanda had been owned by the auction house for about six months and was desperate to find a permanent owner. The auction house owned so many slaves that they were kept in cages stacked on top of each other in dark rooms. Food and water bowls were slid into each cage periodically, and each slave was only taken out for use, cleaning or training. Amanda was ready for so much more. Hopefully today she would be pleasing enough that a Master would buy her and take her home.
Louis, the slave trainer, and two of his assistants entered the room. Amanda was overwhelmed by the sounds of girls begging and pleading to be taken out of their cages. Sexual favors were offered in an incoherent stream of desperation. Amanda joined in “Please sirs, I can please all of you at once! My hands are so good at making a man cum, Two of you can use my holes while I jerk the third off! If you oil my tits you can fuck them as well! Please!”
Amanda was ecstatic when they stopped in front of her. It was her turn.
They unlocked her cage and Louis unlocked her leash from the top of the cage and gave it a hard tug. Louis was probably handsome 20 years ago, but his position at the auction house meant girls still fawned over him and tried to manipulate him into being easier on them. Louis’ years of working as a slave trainer helped him see through their manipulations, though he was a sadist at heart and would often play along until the crucial moment when they received a beating or extended confinement.
Louis pulled on the leash again and Amanda came tumbling out head first. She would have hit the floor if not caught by the assistants, one of whom took advantage of the moment and fondled her breasts.. “This one’s next.” Louis said to his coworkers. They moved to hold her still, each grasping an arm. Louis walked to a nearby wall and returned with a large hose. Amanda braced herself, but it wasn’t enough and she flinched as the cold water hit her body. She was hosed down like an animal as the assistants scrubbed her with hard and bristley brushes. Before Amanda had become a slave, the brushes would have been painful. Now, after needles, whips, and her slave brand, the brushes tickled more than anything. She smiled, feeling this was further proof that she was ready to be bought.
Louis walked over to her and stroked her hair. He had recently taken to using her ass with no lubrication because, she was told, he enjoyed the way she would try to hide her sobbing. He suddenly stopped petting her, gave her face a hard slap perhaps for the last time, and shouted, “Inspection!” Amanda automatically entered the Inspection position: mouth open, eyes forward, arms crossed behind her back, legs spread. Her arms behind her back caused her tits to push forward, and the assistant who had groped her looked at them tantalizingly.
Louis and his assistants then checked each part of her body. The groper went immediately to her chest and squeezed each breast like it was a stess ball. The other assistant spread her ass cheeks and then checked her tightness with a finger. Louis held her jaw and closely inspected her mouth and teeth before moving south. He spread her labia and pushed his face into her cunt. The assistants then pressed on her shoulders, pushing her to the floor.
Louis began to use his tongue to explore her, and she gasped. He grabbed her ass cheeks to hold her at the level of his face and began to lick, suck and tease her clit. Groper began to pinch a nipple as Louis pleasured her ceaselessly. Amanda began to moan and the pressure on her nipple intensified. She was close. She cried out and both men dropped her, her head hitting the floor hard. “Please, Sir, please let mee…”
“No,” Louis said, towering above her. “A horny slave entices the customer.” He knelt and attached her leash again, then pulled her. Amanda rose to her hands and knees and began to follow the slave trainer. Her cunt was sopping wet, and she had never been dried from her cleaning. Still, the time was now. Louis applied her makeup, clipped small bells to both of her nipples and led her out of the slave pen and to the auction floor
To be continued
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/odjgck/the_slavegirl_and_the_auctioneer_part_1_bdsm_ms
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