Part 2 of the slavegirl and the Auctioneer by Dmitri Storm
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“And up next, we have the lovely Amanda.” Amanda heard the voice of Vincent, the caller as Louis gave her leash a tug. She followed him, crawling on her hands and knees. She heard voices cheer as Louis led her to Vincent and handed him the leash. “Perform well.” Amanda heard Louis whisper “or you will spend the next six months in my slave pen. And I will make sure they are not as pleasant as the last six.” He gave her ass a slap hard enough to cause her to yelp in surprise, handed her leash to Vincent, and left to return to the pen.
Vincent pulled her towards him sharply and began to stroke her hair. He clearly loved his work as a caller. . It gave him access to young, beautiful women who were expected to stoically accept it as he treated them like pieces of meat. “This.” he said, grabbing Amanda by her chin and bringing her gaze up to look at the gathered crowd, “is Amanda. Amanda signed herself into slavery earlier this year. Now why would you willingly do something like that, sweetheart?”
Vincent shoved his microphone into Amanda’s face. She trembled. She didn’t want to spend another six months in the pen. She needed to be as appetizing as possible. “Uhm….. I was unhappy with my life, sir, and being a slave sounded so much easier. I… I would let someone else make my decisions for me and I would know I had a purpose, sir.”
Vincent smiled and squeezed her cheeks causing her to purse her lips. “What a good girl! And is your life better now.?”
Microphone again in her face. “I live at the auction house sir. I am kept in a cage in the slave pen with the other girls. It is cramped, but I am happy. I am happy to be a slave sir.”
“Listen to that. She WANTS to serve you. And this delicious girl can be your’s. She is 25, 5’6”, 128 pounds, 36C tits. Blonde hair, blue eyes.” Being described as a list of measurements in facts was humiliating, but also incredibly arousing. “As you can see, other than her slave number branding, she has no permanent marks. No tattoos, no piercings. A blank canvas just waiting for you.”
“And look at these amazing tits!” Vincent said, giving her left breast. “Show them a little of how nice your tits are.”
Amanda held her arms up with both hands behind her head and began to wiggle her torso back and forth. The bells Louis had clipped to her began to jingle as her breast swayed back and forth. This was one of the “tricks” she had been taught to perform on command. For the benefit of the crowd, Vincent held his microphone to her chest. “Very nice, am I right folks?”
“You can stop shaking, honey.” Amanda complied but kept her hands behind her head. “Now, Amanda’s skin may be virginal, but that doesn’t mean she is. This slave has had her gag reflex trained away. Observe.” Vincent picked up a dildo on a stick and held it before Amanda’s face. Keeping her position, she opened and swallowed the fake phallus easily. Louis had emphasized her oral skills, telling her they would help her find a Master. After she pleasured the dildo for a while, Vincent gave her a hand signal which she knew meant she was to turn around and present herself. Vincent pulled the skin around her orifices to show both off “Ass and cunt, used but still tight. Imagine your cock inside her, wouldn’t she feel good?” Amanda prayed someone in the audience was enticed enough by her to buy her. She thought of the slave pen with it’s stacked cages, warm water and flavorless oatmeal. She could do this. She would become owned.
“And now, ladies and gentleman, for the final demonstration of this cunt’s abilities. Not only are her holes tight, not only will she swallow your cock easily and eagerly, but Amanda is very sensitive. She can get herself off easily, providing you amusement as you give her new and challenging ways to achieve her orgasm. In fact, I think she should show you right now. What do you say folks? Want to watch Amanda cum?” Cheers from the audience. Amanda knew exactly what Vincent wanted. She knew because this was where she failed six months ago.
“Do you want to cum girl? Do you?” Amanda nodded her head fiercely. Vincent pulled on her leash, and Amanda crawled to him, straddling one of his leather shoes. She began to rock back and forth, rubbing her clit on the black leather. She thought of Louis, who left her horny before bringing her to the stage. She thought of her future Master, His strong arms pinning her down as He fucked her from behind. She thought of falling asleep with His cock in her mouth. She thought of making Him breakfast nude, carrying it to Him on a tray that He would place on her prone back, using her slave’s body as a table. She began to rub against the show faster and faster, pinching her nipples, moaning. She thought of her Master’s hands stroking her hair, calling her good girl.Here it was. She looked up at Vincent with desperate eyes. “Please? Please?” He nodded. Amanda’s body flooded with pleasure as she cried out. When she was done, she made sure to lick her mess off of Vincent’s shoe before delicately kissing it. The audience applauded and Amanda was led back by her leash to the slave pen.
Amanda lay in her cage, hoping the auction house workers would come and carry her out. She tried to distract herself but could think of nothing else. Finally when three men came and unceremoniously lifted her cage up she began to cry tears of joy. She had been bought! She was going home to a Master!Amanda was confused when she realized she was not being transported out of the auction house She was being carried further in. They opened the steel door to the loading dock, dropped her cage and walked away. Shortly after, she heard the door open and close again. Heavy work boots were moving towards her. Amanda looked up and gasped. It was Louis.
“You are mine now, little one.” He unlocked the cage and, instead of pulling her by her leash, reached in and picked Amanda up in His arms. She looked up into His eyes and understood. All the extra time He spent with her. The exacting training. Louis had wanted her.
“Master?” Amanda asked weakly, realizing how fond she had grown of Louis and His firm hand.
“Yes. girl. Master.” He kissed her on the forehead and carried his prize out with Him. Amanda sighed in her Owner’s arms. Her nipple bells sang softly as Master and slave left the auction house together. Her life was about to truly begin.
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