Before the Auction
Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2024 5:32 pm
Before the Auction
I know it may seem strange in a situation like this, but I can't help but be excited. I'm sitting on a massage table, the only piece of furniture in the kind of cell where I've been locked up.
The cell door is open, I didn't hear them close it, but I'm sure it would be useless to try to leave, probably the two men who brought me here will be waiting outside to stop me.
I don't know where I am, I woke up just as the car stopped and between being taken out of it and being put into a kind of castle, I have barely been able to see anything around me. All I know is that it was just before noon when I was walking through a bazaar in Istanbul and two men approached me and without me being able to do anything one of them grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back while the other one brought a wet cloth to my mouth and nose, causing me to fall unconscious in seconds.
What I do know is that it is getting dark, so it has been hours since I was assaulted, although there is also the possibility, and this scares me a lot, that it is not the same day and I am on the other side of the world.
What I also know is what they plan to do with me, they have told me clearly as if they were very sure that I will not be able to escape: in a few hours they are going to sell me as a slave girl in a private auction, and I am in this cell waiting for someone to come and prepare me.
They put me in the cell after getting me out of the car, and with a smile they ordered me to undress, telling me that if I didn't do it voluntarily, they would be happy to do it for me. To my surprise those words turned me on, the two men were very handsome, tall and muscular, the kind of guys I would have said yes to without any doubt if I had met them in a discotheque if they had proposed me to sleep with them.
I started to undress a little embarrassed, but I soon realized that they were talking without paying the slightest attention to me, as if they were used to doing something like this every day, an idea that didn't surprise me either.
I took off my clothes, placing them, without knowing why, folded on top of the stretcher, as if I expected to put them back on right away, something I very much doubted would happen and which I confirmed seconds later when one of the men picked them up and walked out of the cell with them.
“You can sit on the gurney and wait;” the other man said, surprising me by handing me a towel to cover myself. “You are the last acquisition we have made, and there is at least another dozen girls to prepare before we take you all to the auction;” he added walking out of the cell, leaving me alone.
After having undressed in front of the two men, it seemed strange to cover myself with the towel being alone, but I finally did it, sitting on the stretcher, moving my legs nervously trying to avoid panicking and starting to scream, something I was sure my captors would not like.
The problem is that after almost an hour of waiting I am about to burst, one of the two men has entered the cell twice, the first to give me a bottle of water, and the second to bring me a sandwich. I drank the water and ate the sandwich knowing I shouldn't have, they could easily have drugged me, but something tells me they have no such intention, I am a valuable commodity, and they don't want to harm me in any way.
Finally, the door opens and in walks a man with a bare torso, shorter than me but with marked muscles. Like the other two men, he is very attractive, although in a different way, the others look like ex-military or policemen, this one looks more like a doctor.
I startle a little at the sight of him entering and make an attempt to get off the gurney, but he stops me with a wave of his hand.
“Don't get up Miss Reyes;” he says approaching me, ”Do everything we tell you and nothing bad will happen to you, on the contrary if you obey a world full of luxuries and comforts awaits you and after ten years if you don't want to continue with us a new identity and enough money to not have any worries about your future.”
Now I do feel scared and about to run away, not because of the last thing he said, but because he called me by name, giving me to understand that my kidnapping and ending up here was no coincidence.
“How am I going to be okay if they're going to sell me into slavery?” I yell at him on the verge of bursting into tears.
“We are all slaves in one way or another;” he replies calmly placing himself at my back. “You will be a cared for and pampered slave girl, who will know incredible pleasures;” he adds bringing his hands to the edge of the towel to remove it from me.
For a few moments I keep my hands holding the towel, but end up pulling them away knowing it is the best I can do.
“Now Carol you are going to feel your body heat up as if you are burning;” he says as he pours a clear liquid over my breasts. “Although that sensation will soon pass and be replaced by a more pleasurable one;” he adds and begins to spread the liquid with his hands all over my body.
Suddenly all the areas where he spreads the oil seem to burn, although as he said it only lasts a few seconds, at the moment I feel how my skin becomes more sensitive and any touch gives me a shock of pleasure.
“The oil I am applying to you has several functions, the first and main one you are feeling right now;” he explains without stopping spreading the oil over my body. “Your skin is going to be so sensitive for the next forty-eight hours that it could make you cum just by caressing your body, and I assure you that the auctioneer is going to taste it in front of all the buyers;” he tells me.
“The second is that it's going to kill any remaining hair on your body, from now on you're never going to have to shave again;” he points out running his hand over my shaved pussy. “And the third is that during those next forty-eight hours you are going to be very submissive and obedient, I am sure you are not going to do anything wrong, but we don't want you to put on a show when it comes time for the auction that causes the buyers to lose interest in you, that would not be good for us or you.”
Time seems to stand still as he continues to spread the oil over my body, I am barely aware of him grabbing me and helping me lie face up on the stretcher to finish applying the oil to my feet.
I don't like my feet being touched, besides being very ticklish, when they do it gives me a strange feeling, a kind of excitement that makes my pussy wet. Now the man is paying special attention to them as if he knows what I feel, spreading my toes with his so that the oil doesn't leave a single centimeter of my skin uncovered.
When he finally stops massaging my feet, he pours more oil over my belly, spreading it upward with one hand and downward with the other. His hand stops at my breasts, paying attention to my nipples, which if already sensitive to any touch, now give me a kind of mixture of pain and pleasure.
His other hand goes down to my pussy and starts to caress it, one of his fingers runs along my labia before opening them and inserting himself inside, I know that as soon as he does, I'm going to cum, but to my surprise nothing happens, just a feeling of frustration from the interrupted orgasm.
“I forgot to tell you the last function of the oil;” he tells me smiling without stopping playing with his fingers in my pussy. “For the duration of the oil's effects you will not be able to cum without someone commanding you to, that function alone would make any girl the most submissive and obedient slave girl in the world;” he points at me bringing his finger to my clit.
I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep from begging him to let me cum, but his fingers playing with my nipples, moving in and out of my pussy and caressing my clit prove too much for me, and I can't help but do it.
“Please, I need to cum!” I cry out to him.
“Sorry Carol, you can cum as many times as you want;” he tells me smiling. “There is a while left for the auction and all the girls are already prepared, so as usual not being a virgin I can fuck the last girl I prepare, and that's you;” he explains pinching my clitoris lightly, causing me to cum intensely.
“Spread your legs;” he orders moving closer to me to kiss me.
I am not surprised when I spread my legs apart and bend them leaving my pussy even more accessible to him, but I am surprised when I respond to the kiss by opening my mouth and lacing my tongue with his.
“You are going to make a perfect slave girl;” he tells me breaking the kiss. “I am envious of the man or woman who bought you, though I will always be left with the knowledge that I was the first to fuck you like the slave girl you now are.”
In that new position I feel his finger enter deeper into my pussy, which I help by unconsciously moving my hips forward. When he joins a second finger, I feel fuller than with any of the cocks I have had before and I approach orgasm with some fear that it will be interrupted as it has been before.
Fortunately, the command for me to cum as many times as I want seems to have an effect, and a new orgasm courses through my body.
Despite my second orgasm he doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping, without stopping fucking me with his fingers he removes his pants with his free hand, revealing a cock of considerable size, surely the biggest I've ever seen in person, and that in a few seconds I'm going to have in my pussy.
He climbs onto the stretcher placing himself on his knees between my spread legs and guides his cock into my pussy. I look down somewhat frightened, and close my eyes as I feel his cock entering my pussy, stretching it, opening it without meeting any resistance from me.
Resting his hands on the stretcher he begins to raise and lower his body as if he were doing push-ups, fucking me slowly and deeply, causing the pleasure to grow in a way I've never felt before. He continues to fuck me that way for what seems like an eternity, until suddenly, as if he were a different person he increases the speed and force of his movements, beginning to fuck me hard and violently.
I feel as his body slams into mine, as his cock thrusts deeper and deeper into my pussy, causing the penetration to start to become painful, though the pleasure continues to grow in my body, quenching any other sensation making me reach a new orgasm.
“Impale yourself on my cock;” he commands lifting me into the air with ease to lie down on the stretcher and color me over his body, dropping me on his cock.
I grab his cock with my hand to prevent myself from being impaled completely and start to descend slowly, letting his cock stretch my pussy even more than before, touching different places, giving me new sensations.
It takes me a couple of minutes to be sitting on his body, grinding my hips against him to better feel his cock. I'm behaving like a slut, and I don't think it's just the effects of the oil he's smeared on my body.
“Move!” he orders me thrusting his hips upward, and that I do by resting my hands and feet on the stretcher thrusting my body upward so that when he moves his hips, I let myself fall, coordinating our movements and getting into a frantic and exhausting rhythm.
I lose count of the orgasms I reach, and protest when grabbing my waist, he lifts me back up over him.
“I can't cum in your pussy;” he comments, and I without him having to say anything to me I position myself between his legs and take his cock into my mouth, close my lips over it, having to open my mouth wide to do so. If I were giving him a blowjob, I would have serious difficulty swallowing his cock, luckily, he is about to cum, and it seems that my lips enveloping his cock pushes him over the edge.
He releases his first load down my throat, spurting out of my mouth to continue cumming all over my face and breasts. When he finishes cumming I collect his semen with my fingers and take it into my mouth to clean them, licking myself as I do so.
“I'd push for you if I could;” he says getting up from the gurney and handing me some wipes to finish cleaning myself. “But even if I could I don't think I would have enough money to buy you, they are going to pay a fortune for you;” he adds.
“It's your turn Miss Reyes;” comments a voice opening the cell door.
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“Are you okay Miss Reyes;” the same voice asks me.
I open my eyes and look up, smiling at the sight of him standing in front of me.
“I'm fine Anthony, and as always I will be much better after your massage;” I say looking at his body, lowering my gaze to his cock, wondering if it will really be as big as I imagine it to be in my dreams.
Unfortunately I will have to be content to keep imagining it and enjoy every month of his magic hands spreading those miraculous oils all over my body, the only thing I will get today like all the previous visits will be an orgasm thanks to his fingers in my pussy, the rest of my fantasies are impossible, firstly because they are just that, fantasies that I will never dare to try to fulfill, and secondly because Anthony may be the perfect man, but unfortunately he is gay.
The end.
I know it may seem strange in a situation like this, but I can't help but be excited. I'm sitting on a massage table, the only piece of furniture in the kind of cell where I've been locked up.
The cell door is open, I didn't hear them close it, but I'm sure it would be useless to try to leave, probably the two men who brought me here will be waiting outside to stop me.
I don't know where I am, I woke up just as the car stopped and between being taken out of it and being put into a kind of castle, I have barely been able to see anything around me. All I know is that it was just before noon when I was walking through a bazaar in Istanbul and two men approached me and without me being able to do anything one of them grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back while the other one brought a wet cloth to my mouth and nose, causing me to fall unconscious in seconds.
What I do know is that it is getting dark, so it has been hours since I was assaulted, although there is also the possibility, and this scares me a lot, that it is not the same day and I am on the other side of the world.
What I also know is what they plan to do with me, they have told me clearly as if they were very sure that I will not be able to escape: in a few hours they are going to sell me as a slave girl in a private auction, and I am in this cell waiting for someone to come and prepare me.
They put me in the cell after getting me out of the car, and with a smile they ordered me to undress, telling me that if I didn't do it voluntarily, they would be happy to do it for me. To my surprise those words turned me on, the two men were very handsome, tall and muscular, the kind of guys I would have said yes to without any doubt if I had met them in a discotheque if they had proposed me to sleep with them.
I started to undress a little embarrassed, but I soon realized that they were talking without paying the slightest attention to me, as if they were used to doing something like this every day, an idea that didn't surprise me either.
I took off my clothes, placing them, without knowing why, folded on top of the stretcher, as if I expected to put them back on right away, something I very much doubted would happen and which I confirmed seconds later when one of the men picked them up and walked out of the cell with them.
“You can sit on the gurney and wait;” the other man said, surprising me by handing me a towel to cover myself. “You are the last acquisition we have made, and there is at least another dozen girls to prepare before we take you all to the auction;” he added walking out of the cell, leaving me alone.
After having undressed in front of the two men, it seemed strange to cover myself with the towel being alone, but I finally did it, sitting on the stretcher, moving my legs nervously trying to avoid panicking and starting to scream, something I was sure my captors would not like.
The problem is that after almost an hour of waiting I am about to burst, one of the two men has entered the cell twice, the first to give me a bottle of water, and the second to bring me a sandwich. I drank the water and ate the sandwich knowing I shouldn't have, they could easily have drugged me, but something tells me they have no such intention, I am a valuable commodity, and they don't want to harm me in any way.
Finally, the door opens and in walks a man with a bare torso, shorter than me but with marked muscles. Like the other two men, he is very attractive, although in a different way, the others look like ex-military or policemen, this one looks more like a doctor.
I startle a little at the sight of him entering and make an attempt to get off the gurney, but he stops me with a wave of his hand.
“Don't get up Miss Reyes;” he says approaching me, ”Do everything we tell you and nothing bad will happen to you, on the contrary if you obey a world full of luxuries and comforts awaits you and after ten years if you don't want to continue with us a new identity and enough money to not have any worries about your future.”
Now I do feel scared and about to run away, not because of the last thing he said, but because he called me by name, giving me to understand that my kidnapping and ending up here was no coincidence.
“How am I going to be okay if they're going to sell me into slavery?” I yell at him on the verge of bursting into tears.
“We are all slaves in one way or another;” he replies calmly placing himself at my back. “You will be a cared for and pampered slave girl, who will know incredible pleasures;” he adds bringing his hands to the edge of the towel to remove it from me.
For a few moments I keep my hands holding the towel, but end up pulling them away knowing it is the best I can do.
“Now Carol you are going to feel your body heat up as if you are burning;” he says as he pours a clear liquid over my breasts. “Although that sensation will soon pass and be replaced by a more pleasurable one;” he adds and begins to spread the liquid with his hands all over my body.
Suddenly all the areas where he spreads the oil seem to burn, although as he said it only lasts a few seconds, at the moment I feel how my skin becomes more sensitive and any touch gives me a shock of pleasure.
“The oil I am applying to you has several functions, the first and main one you are feeling right now;” he explains without stopping spreading the oil over my body. “Your skin is going to be so sensitive for the next forty-eight hours that it could make you cum just by caressing your body, and I assure you that the auctioneer is going to taste it in front of all the buyers;” he tells me.
“The second is that it's going to kill any remaining hair on your body, from now on you're never going to have to shave again;” he points out running his hand over my shaved pussy. “And the third is that during those next forty-eight hours you are going to be very submissive and obedient, I am sure you are not going to do anything wrong, but we don't want you to put on a show when it comes time for the auction that causes the buyers to lose interest in you, that would not be good for us or you.”
Time seems to stand still as he continues to spread the oil over my body, I am barely aware of him grabbing me and helping me lie face up on the stretcher to finish applying the oil to my feet.
I don't like my feet being touched, besides being very ticklish, when they do it gives me a strange feeling, a kind of excitement that makes my pussy wet. Now the man is paying special attention to them as if he knows what I feel, spreading my toes with his so that the oil doesn't leave a single centimeter of my skin uncovered.
When he finally stops massaging my feet, he pours more oil over my belly, spreading it upward with one hand and downward with the other. His hand stops at my breasts, paying attention to my nipples, which if already sensitive to any touch, now give me a kind of mixture of pain and pleasure.
His other hand goes down to my pussy and starts to caress it, one of his fingers runs along my labia before opening them and inserting himself inside, I know that as soon as he does, I'm going to cum, but to my surprise nothing happens, just a feeling of frustration from the interrupted orgasm.
“I forgot to tell you the last function of the oil;” he tells me smiling without stopping playing with his fingers in my pussy. “For the duration of the oil's effects you will not be able to cum without someone commanding you to, that function alone would make any girl the most submissive and obedient slave girl in the world;” he points at me bringing his finger to my clit.
I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep from begging him to let me cum, but his fingers playing with my nipples, moving in and out of my pussy and caressing my clit prove too much for me, and I can't help but do it.
“Please, I need to cum!” I cry out to him.
“Sorry Carol, you can cum as many times as you want;” he tells me smiling. “There is a while left for the auction and all the girls are already prepared, so as usual not being a virgin I can fuck the last girl I prepare, and that's you;” he explains pinching my clitoris lightly, causing me to cum intensely.
“Spread your legs;” he orders moving closer to me to kiss me.
I am not surprised when I spread my legs apart and bend them leaving my pussy even more accessible to him, but I am surprised when I respond to the kiss by opening my mouth and lacing my tongue with his.
“You are going to make a perfect slave girl;” he tells me breaking the kiss. “I am envious of the man or woman who bought you, though I will always be left with the knowledge that I was the first to fuck you like the slave girl you now are.”
In that new position I feel his finger enter deeper into my pussy, which I help by unconsciously moving my hips forward. When he joins a second finger, I feel fuller than with any of the cocks I have had before and I approach orgasm with some fear that it will be interrupted as it has been before.
Fortunately, the command for me to cum as many times as I want seems to have an effect, and a new orgasm courses through my body.
Despite my second orgasm he doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping, without stopping fucking me with his fingers he removes his pants with his free hand, revealing a cock of considerable size, surely the biggest I've ever seen in person, and that in a few seconds I'm going to have in my pussy.
He climbs onto the stretcher placing himself on his knees between my spread legs and guides his cock into my pussy. I look down somewhat frightened, and close my eyes as I feel his cock entering my pussy, stretching it, opening it without meeting any resistance from me.
Resting his hands on the stretcher he begins to raise and lower his body as if he were doing push-ups, fucking me slowly and deeply, causing the pleasure to grow in a way I've never felt before. He continues to fuck me that way for what seems like an eternity, until suddenly, as if he were a different person he increases the speed and force of his movements, beginning to fuck me hard and violently.
I feel as his body slams into mine, as his cock thrusts deeper and deeper into my pussy, causing the penetration to start to become painful, though the pleasure continues to grow in my body, quenching any other sensation making me reach a new orgasm.
“Impale yourself on my cock;” he commands lifting me into the air with ease to lie down on the stretcher and color me over his body, dropping me on his cock.
I grab his cock with my hand to prevent myself from being impaled completely and start to descend slowly, letting his cock stretch my pussy even more than before, touching different places, giving me new sensations.
It takes me a couple of minutes to be sitting on his body, grinding my hips against him to better feel his cock. I'm behaving like a slut, and I don't think it's just the effects of the oil he's smeared on my body.
“Move!” he orders me thrusting his hips upward, and that I do by resting my hands and feet on the stretcher thrusting my body upward so that when he moves his hips, I let myself fall, coordinating our movements and getting into a frantic and exhausting rhythm.
I lose count of the orgasms I reach, and protest when grabbing my waist, he lifts me back up over him.
“I can't cum in your pussy;” he comments, and I without him having to say anything to me I position myself between his legs and take his cock into my mouth, close my lips over it, having to open my mouth wide to do so. If I were giving him a blowjob, I would have serious difficulty swallowing his cock, luckily, he is about to cum, and it seems that my lips enveloping his cock pushes him over the edge.
He releases his first load down my throat, spurting out of my mouth to continue cumming all over my face and breasts. When he finishes cumming I collect his semen with my fingers and take it into my mouth to clean them, licking myself as I do so.
“I'd push for you if I could;” he says getting up from the gurney and handing me some wipes to finish cleaning myself. “But even if I could I don't think I would have enough money to buy you, they are going to pay a fortune for you;” he adds.
“It's your turn Miss Reyes;” comments a voice opening the cell door.
------
“Are you okay Miss Reyes;” the same voice asks me.
I open my eyes and look up, smiling at the sight of him standing in front of me.
“I'm fine Anthony, and as always I will be much better after your massage;” I say looking at his body, lowering my gaze to his cock, wondering if it will really be as big as I imagine it to be in my dreams.
Unfortunately I will have to be content to keep imagining it and enjoy every month of his magic hands spreading those miraculous oils all over my body, the only thing I will get today like all the previous visits will be an orgasm thanks to his fingers in my pussy, the rest of my fantasies are impossible, firstly because they are just that, fantasies that I will never dare to try to fulfill, and secondly because Anthony may be the perfect man, but unfortunately he is gay.
The end.
