Literotic asexstories – Chosen Destiny Pt. 03 by sarabrown,sarabrown
Chosen Destiny part 3 – Auction Time – slave girl sara
Just before the auction Miss offered to give me something to help me sell better, a caning. And cane me she did, twelve hard stripes.
“Thank me girl.”
She lifted her skirt, and a knickerless wet pussy was pushed into my face, as I licked and nibbled my salty tears ended up on my tongue and into my mouth.
I think it had been the best three days of my life, those days with her family. I remembered the words from Miss on how the auction would run:
The morning was for viewing, the afternoon for sampling and the evening for bidding and buying.
We were all put in a large room and undressed. We queued up to sign a declaration we were there of our own free will and the fee each person got, minus the twenty percent auction house commission would be put into our own personal bank accounts.
I counted twenty-one girls, including me, it seems there were no men in this auction. There were seven handlers, all with a split leather strap hanging from a belt loop. We were split into seven groups of three and taken to a shower room where we all had to wash each other. In the next room were raised voices.
“You will do as you are fucking told.” Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack. Someone was feeling the handler’s strap.
“Hey, you with the small tits.”
“Me Sir?”
“Who else has small tits?”
He looked at one of the other girls, “Hold her arms behind her.”
Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack. I took five hard lashes on my tits and nipples.
“Have I got your attention now?”
Through sobs, “Yes Sir.”
“Good, now shave those two and yourself, no pubic hair allowed, spoils the view for the prospective buyers of the slit.”
“Yes Sir.”
I obeyed and he came round and had a good feel of us all. The next room saw us all have a bridle fitted, the bit being cock shaped.
“I will take you one at a time to parade you, you will run in a circle, anyone not trying will have their arse cracked with my whip, you, small tits.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Take me for a pee.”
He led me to the men`s troughs. I undid his top trouser button and went for his zip.
“No zip Sir!”
“Have you never undone buttons before you lazy fucker, kneel there?”
He, like most men, had a length of his belt hanging down and not in any loops. I soon found out why it was there, I had to lift my tits up from beneath as another five belt whips hit each of my nipples. I heard the other girls sniggering as they peeped in. I was raised from my knees by my red raw nipples, and he gave me instructions.
“Undo my belt, pull my trousers down a little, unbutton my boxers, take out my cock, kneel down and drink my pee.”
I was stunned, “No Sir, I do not do pee drinking.”
“I will Sir,” said one of the other girls as she took my place and drank.
We all got through the parade ring with plenty watching.
“Miss Brown?”
“Yes Mr. Wood Sir.”
“Follow me to my office.”
Once inside he undid the buckle of his belt.
“I will not have my staff`s orders refused.”
His belt was pulled through his trouser loops, and I got the whipping I deserved and was then put back into my cattle pen ready for the one-to-one viewing time. It seemed to me we were dealt with as if we were cattle.
My first prospective Sir opened and closed my gate. He was in his forties I guess, not much taller than me and pretty slim.
“Spin round sweetheart let`s see what`s for sale. Oh a troublemaker or is it a misunderstood girl, I have never seen a redder back and bottom!”
“I would not drink pee Sir.”
“So, if I bought you could I train you do drink my pee?”
“Yes, I would say so Sir.”
“Good girl, luckily I am not into that. Close your legs, I like to see a nice gap. Very good, do you know why?”
“No Sir, sorry I don`t.”
“Well I, like most, like to fuck a nice thigh gap, tormenting your lips and clitty.”
He chuckled and I giggled.
“Do you like being fingered and led by your slit?”
“Yes Sir, I just want everyone to be happy, me-too Sir.”
“I will be back later to give you a try.”
“I will look forward to it Sir.”
Three or four more sessions of fingering and nipple pinching followed, my gate opened and an older man with a grey beard come in. He walked around me, prodded and squeezed.
“Bend over and open your legs.”
“Have ever you taken a donkey?”
“WHATTTT!”
“How about a big dog?”
I was horrified as I wanted nothing to do with that. I stood and opened my gate.
“Bye Sir.”
Wow, I could not believe that. I had lunch served in my pen, just a sandwich and a drink, by my handler. I was starving.
“On your knees before you eat, I need sucking off.”
“Yes Sir.”
I knelt and remembered how to release his cock. Nothing spectacular just thin and pretty long. I slid him straight down my throat, to be honest I could have got his balls in as well. He tried to hold my head in tight as he cum but I backed off a bit, so he pulled out and aimed his cum on my sandwich and in my drink.
“Now eat and drink or I get the manager again.”
I had no option, so ate and drank, but as he left, I was sick. It was now the TRY time, and the rules were you had a maximum of four visitors. It started with the Sir who was my first visitor.
“I just want to try you for size.”
I thought he would be no problem; how wrong I was. He had me take his cock out, what a size, pretty thick but ten inches plus. I did not pass his throat test but cum three times as he fucked me on all fours. He asked me to wank him onto the straw as he had made his mind up and would not be fucking any others. Of course, I obliged then knelt and sucked off his last drops.
Next a Sir younger than me came in. A nice fingering and throat test later he left, never said a single word. I reckon my last two visitors fancied trying me but were obviously all fucked out from previous pen visits.
We rested a few hours and were allowed a shower, one of the other handlers took me and fucked me up against the shower wall, wonderful. He then washed me all over with lots of soap and a soft cloth. Another sandwich and a drink and it was sale time.
We had to go into the sale ring in threes, two stood by the entry gate and one being displayed by our handler. Up above us were Mr. Wood as auctioneer and his daughter doing the recording of the deals. We could see the bidders around the ring we were in and the bidding started.
I have no clue how much I made as I did not understand what Mr. Wood was saying, it was auctioneer’s language.
“Sold to Mr. Watkington, our regular horse and pony dealer.”
My heart sank as I saw who won, the other two were sold and we were taken back to our cattle pens. My new owner came in and was undressing as he closed the gate.
“Ahhhhh all mine, he was wanking as he talked, you have no idea which holes this cock has been in, now it’s your mouth’s turn, lick your lips here it comes.”
I closed my eyes tight and opened wide. Someone else came into the pen and I opened my eyes, it was Miss.
“Mr. Watkington, I am afraid there is an error message about your payment, it says Code 203, insufficient funds. Unfortunately, as you have not fulfilled the Auction rules, we have to dismiss your bid.”
He looked flabbergasted but accepted the findings. I laughed, big mistake. Miss glared at me.
“As compensation you can have an hour with her, maybe fuck that smirk off her face with your rancid cock.”
I gasped, closed my eyes and opened my mouth again, and waited. I heard the gate open and close and awaited my fate, my eyes still screwed tight. I smelt a finger touching my lip,
“Miss is that you?”
“How would you know?”
“I would recognise your scent anywhere Miss.”
I opened my eyes.
“Now Miss Bessy Anne Brown, I have a choice for you. The auction is still running, and I can put you back into the sale. Or I can take you home as my pet and enter you into the next Lifestyle Auction, what will you choose?”
“Please Miss, is the next one not here for another four years?”
“Yes, that is correct Miss Brown.”
“Please can we go home Miss?”
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