Sabrina: The Story of a Sex Slave PART 4 [BDSM, M/f, NC, Reluc]

*Part 4! I’ve been so encouraged (and turned on) by your comments and PMs. Thanks for following along. I’ve decided that this will be the second-to-last part of this series. I hope you enjoy. As always, PMs are open!*

When my eyes snapped open, I immediately felt my pussy flood. I had training to thank for that. My heightened sense of arousal was a discomfort sometimes, but more often than not, a welcome gift. Today, I hoped it would serve me well. I resisted the temptation to rub my swollen bud, but I knew not to. Cumming was a privilege, not a right, as I understood that my body is not my own. I sighed frustratedly, resigning to be content with a fantasy of what my day would entail.

The auction. I had achieved the institution’s highest standards and have been labeled and processed as a sex slave to be sold to the highest bidder tonight, male or female. Secretly, I hoped for a male. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being impaled on a real cock that moved and came within whatever hole a master chose. I bit my lip at the thought. I had no say in the matter, of course, as my opinion is as worthless as me, but a slave could dream.

I ate the breakfast shoved through the slot in my cell door hungrily, eager for nourishment. My mind raced with thoughts of the auction. I wondered if I would be displayed for the world to see, pussy dripping onto a stage and tits clawed at by rich patrons. Or would I be caged, with nothing but eyes on me, forbidden to demonstrate my skills? I had no way of knowing. I squirmed a little, feeling the pool of sticky wetness I had made on my cot.

When Rachel came in to fetch me, she was giddy with excitement. “Today’s the day, pet!” she chirped as she clipped a chain link leash to my metal collar. I had proved docile and compliant, and my wrist and ankle chains had been removed by Nathaniel. My pussy throbbed. Would I ever see him again? I occupied my mind with thoughts of his body and hands abusing me as Rachel led me to the bathrooms. Like any other day, Jasmine, Layla, and Rachel busied themselves cleaning my body and waxing me smooth. Today, they spend extra time on dramatic makeup. They rimmed my eyes with a smoky black and painted my lips a cherry red. I looked like a sex doll. I looked so beautiful. 

Lunch was served to me in the bathroom. I had no idea so much time had passed. The girls had taken their time to make me look as enticing as possible. I was eager for the evening to begin. I knew a dinner would proceed the auction, and I would be waiting in my cell before Rachel came for me for the last time. 

“It’s time for us to say goodbye, pet,” Rachel said. Layla and Jasmine simply kissed my cheeks and disappeared, supposedly to prepare another slave for the auction. Rachel lingered. “You will greatly please your new master,” she said to me, caressing my cheek. “So let me please you. It will ease the tension.”

My breath caught as Rachel pushed me gently against the tub. I sat along the rim, ass spilling over the side, as Rachel fell to her knees. With a ravenous look in her eyes, she spread my thighs and began sucking at my pussy. She lapped at my juices, moaning her approval at my taste, smearing her lipstick onto my smooth mound. Her tongue thrust in and out of me. I held her head to my cunt as I leaned into her, whimpering as she ravished me with her mouth. I felt her bite my lips lightly as she suddenly thrust a finger into me, curling it around my g-spot and stimulating me in a way only a woman would know to do. She continued her assault on my clit, sucking and licking me into ecstasy, occasionally venturing deeper to lap up the cum I oozed around her hand. Just as I was about to experience my first orgasm of the day, she surfaced again to look me in the eyes. Her face was slick with me, and her lips reddened and smeared with her own lipstick. “You can cum,” she said breathlessly, “loud.”

I did as she said, screaming her name into the muggy bathroom air as she brought me over the edge with her wicked tongue. I thrashed, legs spasming, as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Wordlessly, she stood, leaving me trembling, as she dipped a washcloth in warm water and began lovingly cleaning my pussy.

“Come now,” she said. I sank to all fours, and allowed her to lead me back to my cell. She planted a quick kiss on my forehead before leaving me for the last time.

I wondered what to do now. My clit trembled a little still, recovering from my orgasm. I decided to keep myself wet, and laid back on my cot, hands twisted on my stomach to prevent temptation, and began fantasizing about my life with a new master.

I guess I had fallen asleep, as I jolted awake at the sound of my cell door opening. Was it time? My heart thundered in my chest as I quickly assumed position one on the floor, presenting myself to whomever entered my cell. *Nathaniel.*

Without a word, he picked me up by the throat, throwing my small body back onto my cot. I struggled to breathe at the sight of his beautiful cock, glistening with precum. He leaned over me, growling in my ear, and the stench of his sweet cologne overpowered me. He pressed his body into mine, supporting himself with one arm and violently kneading my tits with the other. I threw my head back, savoring this last time together.

“Well, well, well, my darling Sabrina,” he whispered into my ear. My eyes fluttered shut and my full lips parted. “I will be damned if I don’t take you one last time before you are sold away from me.” With that, he thrust himself into my tight hole, trained to hold his cock deep within me for his pleasure. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, master!” I gasped, as he began slamming into me, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. “Use me, master, fuck me with your cock, cum in me, please!”

“Ah, Sabrina,” Nathaniel sighed, increasing his speed. He was fucking me silly. I let out a continuous moan, punctuated with each of his powerful thrusts, as he set me on fire with his magnificent body. I felt him stretching my cunt, boring into me and sending electricity down my spine. “I’ll miss this sweet hole of yours.” He wrapped his fingers around my throat, squeezing lightly.

“Cum for me,” he said. My body was not used to so much pleasure. One day, I had been edged almost fifty times before being granted a ruined orgasm. Another, I had been strung up and whipped by the five trainers of the institution while they unloaded ropes of cum onto me. I had been blindfolded and thrown into a room with at least twenty men and women, and fucked and beaten by each of them, never allowed to cum. I had held the seed of countless men in my cunt before being allowed to release it, and then made to clean the floor with my tongue. I had a ten-inch wide dildo shoved up my pussy and left on a cot for hours with a vibrating butt plug. But never had I been granted two orgasms without pushing myself much harder past my limits. I was awash in ecstasy as Nathaniel and I came together, his cum mixing with my own. He roared, a manly, primal sound like music to my ears. I reveled in the feeling of my pussy walls tightening around him in orgasm, milking him for all he was worth. He was making love to me like a man and woman, not master and slave. I knew I would always remember this.

With a contented sigh, Nathaniel pulled his cock out of me for the last time. He wiped it off on my stomach, and I resisted the temptation to clean his member with my mouth.

“I’ll send a slave in to clean you up. Goodbye, Sabrina.”

I was sad to see him go. He was my first master, the man who had shown me a new way of life and freed me of all my burdens. He centered me and gave me a purpose – to serve and to worship. Nevertheless, Nathaniel left me, breathless and on my back, his cum dribbling out of me and onto the thin mattress. I almost shed a tear.

A few hours later, after a slave had washed me clean once more, Geoffrey unlocked my cell door. He led me through the foyer and past the winding staircase that led me to the bathrooms. I had never been anywhere else in the large house that served as the institution. I heard the din of laughter and light music from somewhere seemingly close by – the dinner before the auction. As I crawled behind Geoffrey down an ornate corridor to a large set of black French doors, naked house slaves adorned with collars and high heels scrambled up and down the hall with platters of food and drink. Some had the distinct smell of sex around them, and looked disheveled and breathless. I gulped. 

At the end of the corridor, Geoffrey opened the door directly to the left of the large French set that, judging by the noise, led to the dining room. It was a back door to a stage. The noise of chatter and silverware was almost deafening. I was in the place I was to be sold. 

There were four other girls there already, one I recognized as Maia from my training. Three others, I could not identify. They were all naked save for their collars. A few house slaves attended to them, swiping on last minute makeup and fixing hair. Geoffrey snapped his fingers, and the house slaves slunk into the darkness. I gulped.

“Line up, whores. Face the curtain. Spread yourselves out. Position two,” he commanded, straightening his all-black suit as he crossed the expanse of the stage. He closed the curtain a little tighter, and stood before us, adjusting us as he saw fit. We stood a foot apart from each other, legs spread and chest pushed forward, arms neatly folded behind our backs. Our chests heaved, and nerves danced across our faces. I could barely breathe, and my stomach threatened to turn itself inside out. The noise was a quiet roar, and the sound of Geoffrey’s voice was a welcome distraction.

“You will follow instructions as they are given. Pay attention. Don’t look into the stage lights. Look impressive, look good. You are representing this institution. Do us proud, sluts.”

With that, Geoffrey took the microphone offered by a house slave, and turned before us to the curtain. On his cue, the curtain separated and swung open with a loud whoosh, and revealed a long dining table seating about thirty people, mostly men, in ornate clothing. It was laden with food and drink. Some of the guests had their hands or cocks in house slaves, and others stuffed their faces with delicacies. The sight was breathtaking and horrible, and I felt my juices run down my legs. I looked around, careful to keep my position, as the audience began jeering and laughing at our naked bodies. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. 

“Ladies and gentleman,” Geoffrey said in a booming voice. House slaves moved silently to the walls, thanking the guests and peeling away. The audience’s eyes were drawn to us, and I stood helpless as their eyes raked over our bodies. I heard murmurs as they pointed at us, mapping out our flaws and assets, musing over our tits and pussies. “Welcome the thirty third annual house auction!”

He threw his arms wide to the sound of cheers and applause. I beamed, proud to be a part of such a legacy. I looked straight at the audience, staring them down without making eye contact, wondering who my new master could be. The fat man with the pudgy fingers who was elbow deep in a skinny little house slave five minutes ago? The topless woman with high cheekbones and jet-black hair? The handsome Asian man in the blue suit, wielding a spiked paddle? I couldn’t possibly know.

“As you all know, you are here to see our latest batch of trained sex slaves. And if I do say so myself having … sampled the goods -” this elicited a few hoots and hollers “- these sluts may be some of our best!” 

I straightened my back and adjusted my smile, tossing my long hair over my shoulder. I wanted to fetch a good price for the institution, and serve a master well. I hoped I was communicating that. 

“You know how it works, folks. You will meet the slaves, and then get a chance to see them up close right here where they stand now. You may only look with your hands and eyes!” Geoffrey laughed at the sound of men groaning. “I know, I know, but we like to keep them nice and tight for your later enjoyment!”

My mouth went dry at the thought of so many hands on me. I hoped I wasn’t making a puddle on the stage.

“First, ladies and gents, we have a true beauty. Twenty one year old Maia! Step forward, slut!” 

Maia took two steps forward, hesitatingly. She smiled softly and returned to position two. “Now she may not look the part, folks, but this girl has the stamina of a horse! She would be best suited to a female master and is finely trained in the art of pussy eating. Some of the sluts up here could attest! Position Four, Maia,” Geoffrey commanded. Maia spun around, spreading her legs and bending at the waist. She reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart, presenting her holes to the audience, who went wild at the sight. Geoffrey continued rotating through the positions, contorting Maia’s lithe body for the audience’s pleasure. She presented on her back, knees and feet.

“Back in line, whore,” Geoffrey commanded. As she turned, he slapped her ass and the audience roared with laughter at her blush.

“Next, we have one of the sluttiest girls we’ve ever trained. Eighteen year old Sabrina! Step forward.” Smiling, I did as he said, bouncing my tits as I met him at the forefront of the stage. “Sabrina has a tight pink cunt that we’ve trained to take cock beautifully! She was born to be a slut – look, she’s wet right now!” Geoffrey swiped a finger over my slit, barely grazing my pussy lips, and held it up to the delight of the crowd. It glistened with my juices in the bright light. My cheeks went red. Still, I was able to go through my positions dutifully, displaying myself to the crowd. They reacted better to me than Maia, I thought, and I glowed with pride. All too soon, I was back and line and Geoffrey continued to introduce the other girls. I began to sweat with the heat from my pussy. Geoffrey’s voice once again rang throughout the dining hall.

“And now, we will allow time for our esteemed guests to get familiar with the sluts! Take your time, but remember to share!”

Cheers met Geoffrey’s final remark as he stepped away, shaking the hands of the audience as they flooded to the stage. They circled around us, feeling our tits and slapping our asses. Brave souls plunged fingers into our cunts. The fat man pressed up against me, and I did my best not to recoil. He stuck a chubby finger inside me and pulled it out, laughing bawdily at the wetness he felt. He sucked his finger into his mouth, tasting me. I wanted to gag. 

The women, too, came to me, poking and prodding, kissing me softly. The woman with the black hair slapped me on the breast, hard, and I cried out. She frowned at me, and walked away. Good.

Finally, when I was shaking from the feeling of so many hands on me, a man in a tailored tuxedo wandered over. I had not seen him in the audience. He stepped close, and I steadied myself for another hand on my cunt or ass. To my surprise, he only lifted my chin to his blue eyes. He was handsome, but rather old, around his mid forties. He was classically handsome and rugged looking. He was perfect. He moved my head to and fro, and I wondered if I should take his fingers into my mouth, when suddenly he stepped back, staring at me as if I were in a museum. He met my gaze once more, and flashed his white teeth in a smile, and moved on to observe the girl next to me. I wondered if he would grace her with his large hands on her small body.

For another half hour, I was felt up by strangers, and I grew more and more desperate, if that were even possible. I had in fact created a puddle on the stage, and my thighs were sticky with my own arousal. Finally, Geoffrey’s voice came through loud and strong, commanding the audience back to their seats.

“And now,” he said with grandeur. “We will begin.

“First up, Maia. Step forward.” With the assurance of a newborn deer, Maia stepped forward, and Geoffrey frowned at her nervousness. She righted herself immediately. “Let’s start at, say, one dollar?” The crowd laughed as Maia blushed.

“Ten thousand!” The topless, black-haired woman who had done nothing but hit me shot up from her seat, her arm in the air. 

“Alright, ten thousand. Do I hear-”

“Eleven thousand!” Another woman, who was so pale she looked translucent, raised her hand.

“Eleven thousand five hundred!” A man this time. This went on for a while, Maia’s frightened eyes flicking back and forth between her prospective masters. 

“Twenty thousand!” The black-haired woman finally shouted. The rest of the bidders quietly sat down.

“Going once, going twice… Sold for twenty thousand dollars to the lovely Catarina Baylor. Please collect your goods in the foyer after the auction.”

A round of applause celebrated her purchase. Catarina didn’t even smile as she sat back down. Maia went back into line.

“And next, Sabrina! Do I hear ten dollars for this little slut?”

Again, a laugh.

The fat man stood up. “Five thousand!”

My heart sank. Was I really only worth five thousand dollars? I looked around helplessly, the smile falling from my face. I could hear my blood coursing through my veins as six more men stood up, their offers increasing by the thousand. The fat man topped them all. They squabbled back and forth until, with a righteous cry, the fat man offered the institution twenty five thousand dollars for my ownership. I tried not to swallow my tongue.

“Going once, going twice…”

No, no, no, please, no…

“Fifty thousand.”

A deep voice reverberated throughout the room as the blue-eyed man stood up. Whispers flooded my ears as the number settled over the crowd. The fat man sputtered for a moment, before cursing the man – my master – out and sitting down in a huff, beckoning the poor skinny house slave to his lap. 

“Sold to Derek Whittaker for fifty thousand dollars. Wow, ladies and gentleman, what a fair price for such a good slut.” Geoffrey winked at me as I went back in line, and I worried my mouth would fall off from how hard I smiled. To think I would live to serve that man… the puddle below me doubled in size.

The auction continued, and no other girl was sold for such a high price as me. One girl came close – forty thousand – but the rest did not surpass thirty. I was overcome with pride. 

“Thank you all for joining us today. Our next auction will be the following month, on the usual date. Our house slave auction will be on Sunday. Winners, a reminder to collect your fuckmeat in their complimentary cages in the reception area before you leave. Again, thank you all and enjoy your evening.”

The audience applauded as the curtain drew shut. When it was closed, all of us slaves relaxed our tensed muscles and gasped for breath, shocked that our lives had been sold before our eyes. One girl even cried.

The house slaves led us out to the foyer where the guests were already gathering, saying their goodbyes to each other and collecting their coats. Five cages, four feet by four feet, sat in a neat row before the stairs. We each climbed into one and the house slaves padlocked us in. One by one, we were carried out to the trailers attached to our new master’s car. I was last to go, and looked longingly back at the house as house slaves carried me outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of Nathaniel.

I shivered in the night air as I was loaded into a dark trailer like a piece of furniture. I waited for what felt like hours before the engine roared to life, and I was thrown against the back of the cage. I looked down at my poor, sodden pussy. Surely I deserved to cum? I realized quickly that I was at the mercy of a new master, the man with blue eyes that had bought me for such a high price. I wouldn’t dare cum without his permission. I sighed, thinking of what sort of things he could do to me. I closed my eyes and thought of what he might smell like, taste like, and look like underneath his dark suit. Would he be kind, or cruel? Would I be happy, or tortured? It didn’t matter. I myself did not matter. I was fuckmeat, a toy, a worthless slave to my master. I sat back, waiting eagerly to meet my new master and begin my new life. 

*Thanks for reading! The fifth and final part will reveal what Sabrina’s new life with her master will be like. I can’t say that I’m not jealous of her… What would you like to see? Comment or PM your feedback and requests. Always open to a little chat too (: xox*

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