Her turn

So now it was her turn. Finally. This was it.

Two handlers were there. One on each side of her. The one on her left looked vaguely familiar; was he the trainer who had done the examinations when they were all brought in for the initial display?

Nikki’s brain felt like it was on overdrive. She wasn’t sure of anything. It felt like time was standing still, every sensation and every feeling magnified. She could feel the hair on her neck, sweat starting to form. She could feel her nipples, hard and pointed. And she could feel the moisture between her legs. Yes. The arousal was right there, rising to the surface.

The familiar looking trainer leaned in and whispered in her ear “You will be fine, just allow yourself to feel what is happening to you…. And this should make it easier…” Just as he said that, she felt his right hand delving between her buttocks, his index finger slick with some kind of lube, pushing against her anus. Ohhh! He was lubing her. Making her ready for whatever was coming next. She jumped as she felt him move his finger deeper into her, but she also felt the moisture flow thicker in her cunt, her labia engorged with blood, her sex feeling swollen to twice its normal size.

The two trainers hustled her forward. This was really happening. Finally. She was being moved up to the auction platform. She was on display. She was going to be sold to the highest bidder. Her whole future happening now. She was helpless and without recourse. She was a slave.

Nikki felt her eyes flutter shut, the feelings so intense they were almost painful. Tightness in her belly, in her cunt, her asshole feeling the aftereffects of the penetration. She felt her sex, almost as though it was already full. So aware.

Just in time, she remembered she was on the big screen. They wouldn’t want to see her with her eyes closed. They would want to see her eyes, see her face, see her feelings. She was entertainment as well as chattel. She forced herself to look forward, to look at the big auctioneer.

He was so big. Even bigger this close. Massive arms, barrel chest, big beefy hands. Nikki blinked again. Those hands! They were going to be all over her in a minute. She had given herself over to this process, she was allowing this, and he was going to touch her where ever he pleased.

She gasped as the two handlers lifted her hands above her head and put them through too loops hanging down from a bar above the stage. The loops were tightened on her wrists; she could hold the ropes themselves, making it a little more comfortable on her wrists as they hoisted the loops higher. She was stretched out on her toes, almost hanging there.

And then he started to talk. “Beautiful, mature girl. First time sale. Mark Gold slave. A real prize”

He was talking about her. OHHHHH! Talking about her as an object to be purchased, to be owned, used, t o be taken. She had no say in it. No say in anything.

Nikki felt the auctioneer’s apron brush her ass before she felt his arms wrap around her, but then his hands were on her breasts, kneeding them, tweaking the nipples between thumb and forefinger. She gasped. Blinked. And felt her arousal build even further. It felt so good. He was lifting her breasts in his big hands, they were warm, firm, and surprisingly gentle.

“Does that feel good? “

Nikki nodded, strangely embarrassed to be on stage, her arousal on display. Even after all this time, her own reactions to being touched seemed crude, inappropriate, shameful. She knew this was just what they wanted, but the blush came to her cheeks anyway.

“We want to hear your voice, girl. Tell me, does that feel good?”

Ohhh! She was chattel. An object. Something to be bought and sold. And yet they still wanted to hear her voice. They wanted to force her to display her complicity in this. She was still a conscious being. She was still a person. With the power of language. They wanted to see that.

Nikki centered herself. She could do this. It was a performance. Perhaps the most important performance in her life. She had given business presentations in front of thousands of people, she could do this. She could.

“Yes Sir, it feels good Sir. Thank you.” Her voice started with a bit of a waver in it, but by the end it was strong and clear. This was hard, but she was well trained. She could do it.

“Good girl.” His right hand went up and patted her head. “Well trained. Sensitive breasts. Totally natural.” The auctioneer’s description flowed off his tongue. He was gifted, the phrases flowing from him in a continuous stream. Description, specific and compelling. He was going to get the highest possible price for her.

He gave her right breast a final tweak and then she felt him withdraw. The air cool now on her hot skin. She looked out into the crowd. Tried to see. The light was shining on her and she couldn’t make anything out in the crowd. She knew they were all there, but she couldn’t see them.

Ohhhh! This was really happening. She was on the auction platform. They were going to start bidding soon. Her stomach contracted again. She felt herself vibrating with the excitement of it. Wow.

Now he was back. What was he doing? He was leaning down and she tried to look down and see what he was doing, but her arms were blocking her view.

The auctioneer had taken hold of her right ankle. He tapped her knee twice on the inside. He wanted her to bend her knee? What was he doing?

Ohhhh! He had lifted her leg to the side and put her foot on something. It felt like a block of wood or something like that, not totally stable. She straightened her leg to stand on it. And he tapped her knee again. He wanted her to have her legs bent. Okay.

He moved to the other side and had her bend her left leg. Again, she went to straighten her leg and again he corrected her.

Nikki was in a frog position. Her legs spread. Her knees bent. Her feet teetering on these blocks. Her hands still suspended over her head. She had a range of motion, she could straighten her legs and move up 10-12 inches. But the more she lifted up the less stable the blocks were. The auctioneer pressed down on her shoulders, pulling her arms taught in the bonds. He obviously wanted her legs as bent as possible, her sex open and gaping.

She felt vulnerable and exposed. She knew they had a camera trained on her sex. She couldn’t see it, but it was the obvious thing. They were projecting an image of her wet and open cunt for the whole audience to see. Given how she felt, she knew they could see her arousal glistening, obvious to anyone. She was helpless to hide it. She didn’t want to disobey, but even if she had, she couldn’t bring her knees together without toppling off the blocks.

She breathed into the helplessness. Felt it fill her, cover her, make her warm and safe. Nothing to do now except experience it. And experience it she was. Time was crawling.

The auctioneer was in front of her. His voice continuing on. “Strong girl. Able to sustain difficult positions for long periods of time. Look at those thighs! She can leg press over 400lbs. Just imagine those wrapped around you!!!”

He was looking in her eyes now. “And such a hungry little pussy. Just look at her, so wet, so ready. Now let’s see how eager….”

Nikki felt something graze her upper thigh, on the inside. She knitted her brow together. What was he doing? It was puzzling. What did he want her to do?

“Okay girl. My hand is right there. Fuck yourself down on it.”

Ohhhh! Not only was he going to make her talk, he was going to make her put her own desire on display. He was not going to take this from her, but make her give it on her own.

Nikki groaned. She heard the groan amplified, just as the auctioneer’s voice had been. There were microphones all over the stage.

She did as she was told. She pulled on the bonds over her head, found a couple of millimeters of slack and lowered herself down.

Mmmmmm. She felt his fingers right there at her opening. She was so wet and ready it felt amazing. She just wanted more. It didn’t matter that everyone was watching, let them watch. She just wanted to be penetrated, to be filled, to be fucked. She just wanted to be sex, to feel sex, to have more.

The loops around her wrists pulled tight, she couldn’t get any lower. He had two fingers in her, about an inch, maybe two. Enough that she could move on it. And move she did. She lifted up, far enough that his finger tips popped out, and then slid down again, now a little deeper; he must have moved his hand again. Nikki was grateful.

She started to move in earnest. Her thighs rippling as she moved up and down, breasts shaking, buttocks gripping. She was getting a little more with each thrust, his two fingers in now to the second knuckle. She felt him curl up inside her touching the magic spot inside her. She could hear her moans, amplified, rhythmic, loud. Sounding like a little bird.

Her feet gripped the blocks of wood, trying not to move so much as to topple over, but at the same time needing to really move to get his fingers deeper, wanting more more more. She slid down further.

“A wanton slut. Just look at her go! Hungry cunt. Can’t get enough.”

He was talking about her. The auctioneer continued on. “Soooo tight. Hot and wet, strong kegel muscles. It’s like paradise in there.”

Nikki didn’t care. She was close to orgasm now and she just wanted more. He could talk about her as much as he wanted, as long as she still got his fingers.

She vaguely saw that he had reached his hand into his apron. What was he doing now? She moved her sex up and down on his hand, her voice rising, flesh jiggling.

She didn’t realize that he had nipple clamps until the first one was on her right breast. OUCH! Tight. The shock was enough to make her arousal back off a tiny bit, just enough to take the orgasm out of reach, But then the flesh adjusted and it was okay. Tight, but okay. She moved again, her breast feeling strange with the weight of the clamp on it. The arousal mounting again.

Just as she was back on the approach to her orgasm, her voice mounting, the auctioneer grabbed her other nipple. Of course, there was going to be a second one. And there it was. OUCH. Somehow, not as ouch as the first one. Amazing how the brain accustoms itself to pain.

He continued to thrust his fingers up into her as he added a chain to the two clamps and let her feel the weight of it swing as she thrust up and down. She gasped, the quality of her voice changing.

He moved the fingers of his right hand in her wet pussy as he used his left to lift the chain to her mouth. It was just long enough that when he pushed it to the back of her mouth it lifted her breasts up. She automatically looked down to ease the tension.

“NO girl. Head up!” I don’t want to have to tell you again.” His voice was firm and strong. There was no disobeying. Nikki lifted her head, feeling the bite of the clamps on her nipples.

“Nice obedience, good response to correction. Obviously wants to please.” He continued to narrate as if he was showing an inanimate object a piece of art, or a used car. The tone of his voice was exactly the same as it would have been if he had been describing the acceleration or the turning radius of a car.

Shockingly it just made Nikki hotter. She felt the eyes of the audience on her, felt her objectification, felt her status. Felt what was happening. She was being sold. This was it.

More than anything else, she felt the fingers in her, the clamps on her nipples. She felt her orgasm building. Gathering in her core. She was right there. Her breath coming hard. Her legs shaking. Her head rocking back, pulling her breasts even more taught.

Then she felt it. The auctioneer had reached around behind her. He was pushing something into her ass. Something BIG. She pushed out and felt her anus stretch to accommodate it.

“Beautifully anal. Totally responsive to double penetration.”

Now he addressed himself to her. “Do you have something to give us, girl?”

Nikki nodded and did her best to say “Yes Sir.” With the chain in her mouth it came out sounding more like “Yeth Thir.” She hoped he would accept it.

“Okay girl. Go ahead.”

Nikki opened herself even wider, felt the fingers deep inside her, his palm against her clit, and whatever it was in her ass. She was sooo full. Her eyes fluttered, she arched her back, pulling the chains even tighter, her voice high and squeaky, and the orgasm washed over her. Her legs shaking, her body convulsing, the blocks of wood rocking back and forth on the floor. She felt the sweat drip down off her sides.

Just as she crested, the auctioneer pulled the clamps from her breasts and the blood rushed back into her nipples the pain mixing with the orgasm and intensifying it even more. Nikki screamed. The auctioneer held her by the hair, steadying her.

“Great reactions. Loud. Intense. Full of life, this one.”

The trainer had been right. She had been herself. And apparently had been pleasing. Nikki smiled as best as she could with the chain still in her mouth..

The auctioneer pulled the dildo from her ass, kicked the blocks out and reached up to unhook her hands.

Nikki felt the blood rush back into her hands, the prickly sensation like she had slept on them. He guided her to clasp them behind her head.

“Stand still girl”

A simple instruction. And one she had practiced countless hundreds of times.

She stood. Legs hip distance apart. Back arched slightly. Breasts lifted up and out. Ribs engaged. Shoulders down.

He had a little flogger in his hand. Just a cute little one. He lifted it to her lips. She kissed it, automatically, without thought or hesitation. Of course. That’s just what you do.

And then he spanked her with it. Hard. She heard the blow before she felt it. The slapping sound magnified by the microphones. Then she felt it. White heat travelling up her spine. The shape of the flogger distinct on her butt cheek. Again. The slap and the heat. The blows were coming fast now. Her ass felt like it was on fire. And huge.

“Can take a good flogging. Not a pain slut, but pretty good tolerance for spanking.”

Shit. He was still talking. Narrating the whole experience.

Would this never end?

“Show the audience your red ass, girl”

Nikki turned to face away from the audience. Even though she knew the whole thing had been on the huge screens, this wasn’t just about giving them the show, it was also about her obedience. She accepted that as she spread her legs wider and bent over slightly to give them the best possible view.

“Too tempting to pass up…” The auctioneer’s voice seemed amused. What was he talking about?

Then she felt it. He had given her wet cunt a hard slap. With her legs spread like that it has provided the perfect target. The pain was intense! It travelled up her spine, filled her head, and she couldn’t help it – she screamed and jerked up. The scream was out of her without her even thinking about it. She scrambled to get back into position, to leave herself vulnerable to another slap if he wanted.

“As you can see…. Not a pain slut. But she tries! Good obedience.”

He patted her on the ass in comforting way. It would have been much more comforting if her ass hadn’t been so sore.

“I think we’re ready for the first bid. Do I have $100,000?”

Nikki closed her eyes for a moment. The bidding was starting! In a few moments it would be over and she would be sold.

Nikki breathed deep. Nothing she could do about it now.

The front of the line

Finally, she was at the front of the line. Now she could see. She could see into the big room where they were holding the auction, could see up to the platform, could see the auctioneer, could see the big video screens, could see the audience.

It was an ingenious system. Not surprising. Everything they did at the facility was well thought through, professional, high quality.

The auction itself was taking place on a raised platform at the front of the room. Nikki watched the slave in front of her be hustled up the four stairs to the platform. A youngish boy, his pale skin glistening with sweat as the two trainers stood on each side of him. The auctioneer stood at the center of the platform waiting. He was a large man. Nikki had never seen him before. That added to the mystery of it, she supposed.

The auctioneer was dressed completely in black. His bald head shone in the spot lights trained on him. He wore an oiled leather bib-apron covering the whole front of his outfit – protection, she supposed against any bodily fluids; blood, sweat, cum, whatever might land on him. Nikki could see the muscles of his arms rippling. He turned briefly away from her and she realized that he had a utility belt with a variety of “tools”. They included paddles, whips, dildos, prods, cuffs; she wasn’t even sure what all of them were.

But not everybody from the audience could see everything that was happening on the platform. The audience was large – at least 500 people, the rows of seats filling the huge space. So there were video screens. Gigantic displays at each side of the platform, showing various views. Right now there was one camera focused on the face of the slave being led up to the center of the platform. Another displaying his erection in HUGE proportions, another showing the round curve of his ass, jiggling as he walked.

Nikki was stunned. Somehow the images of the boy, or rather the pieces of him, made him even more of an object than the fact that he was being auctioned. Seeing him broken into pieces, separated into his component parts, made her feel that they were implying that he was only the sum of those parts, not a whole person at all. She imagined herself being broken into pieces herself. Scary.

The two trainers moved the slave into position at the center of the platform and pushed him to his knees. Nikki watched, holding her breath, as they attached him. His knees fit into grooves on the floor, his hands were balanced on blocks of wood, and the trainers attached his chin with a strap hanging from a hook in the ceiling. It held his head up, but left him looking like he was bandaged, as if he was undergoing some kind of an old fashioned toothache remedy.

Nikki could see his face on one of the video screens. He was blinking in the light; it wasn’t clear whether he was trying to blink back tears. He looked stunned, but there was something incredibly beautiful about his face. It reached deep into Nikki and touched her heart. She could feel his submission, his acceptance of this. She could see his choice. He was this. He was a slave. He belonged at this auction. This was somehow right for him. It was how it was supposed to be.

Nikki sighed. If only she would be so beautiful. So accepting. So right.

The auctioneer pulled a huge wooden lever on the edge of the raised platform and Nikki squinted to see what he was doing. It looked like some kind of a lock or a release mechanism. What was he going to do?

Ohhhh! It was a turntable. He had unlocked it. And now he could spin the slave in a circle.

“Beautiful young boy. Eager, willing, ready, for his first real home. Who is going to take him home tonight?”

The auctioneer chuckled as he spun the boy around. Now his ass was to the audience, his face inches from the black apron of the auctioneer.

“Receptive mouth.”

Nikki watched as the auctioneer selected a huge rigid phallus. It was lifelike, with a bulbous head and a rough surface.

The auctioneer spoke softly but firmly to the boy, “Open.” One simple word.

Even though the boy’s ass was to the audience, they could all see his face projected on the screen. Nikki saw it too. Saw him hear the word, understand it, and struggle to obey. The strap under his chin made it difficult, but he pushed his head back, his neck straining, the vein on the side standing out.

The boy opened his mouth, and the auctioneer pushed the object deep into it. He took it all the way in. With his head tilted back like this, his throat was perfectly aligned and the phallus was able to slide right down, filling him, choking him, cutting off his breath. Nikki could see the desperation in his face, but also the acceptance. He was accepting this penetration, accepting it like a benediction, like a sacrament. He was taking the body of the system into his mouth.

Nikki moaned softly to herself. This was powerful. He was so submissive, so beautiful. And soon it would be her up there. She was next. Next! The thought traveled through her like an electric current. Nothing she could do about it now. She was going to be objectified and sold, just like this boy. She swallowed hard.

The auctioneer was had one hand on the boy’s forehead and he was now pulling the phallus out of the boy’s throat. Nikki watched it slide out.

“See how lovely. How easily he takes it.”

The auctioneer was right. It was lovely.

But he wasn’t done.

Nikki watched as the auctioneer reached into the pocket of his apron for a moment and lifted his right hand out, shining with some kind of oil. He moved his foot on some kind of pedal and spun the turntable around. Again, so clever. His right hand slick with lube, his left holding the dildo, he didn’t have any way to spin the table if he didn’t use his foot.

The boy’s ass was now right in front of the auctioneer, his face towards the audience. The auctioneer reached down between the boy’s buttocks, and on the big screen Nikki could see him slide two fingers in, and then slide them deeper.

The boy moaned. The moan, soft and plaintive, but also full of submission and pleasure, was amplified a hundred times and was audible to everyone in the audience. How humiliating. Nikki felt her eyes close as she was filled with empathy for the boy. How exposed! His emotions, his sensations, his feelings, as much on display as his body.

Now the phallus was being slid in. Nikki saw, on the huge screen, as the head of the plastic cock pushed through the ring of muscle in the boys anus. And she watched as the auctioneer reached down with his now empty left hand and wrapped his meaty fingers around the boy’s cock. She could feel it herself. Penetration and stimulation. So much arousal!

She could see it, too. The boy’s cock was rigid. Red. Engorged. It looked painful. He was gasping now. Little short intakes of breath, “hunh, hunh, hunh, hunh.” In the rhythm of the auctioneer’s hands.

“Don’t you dare cum on me, boy. Breathe deep and hold it.” Nikki could hear a twinge of amusement in the auctioneer’s voice, but also a clear sense of command.

The boy’s stomach and ribs expanded as he filled his diaphragm with air. She could hear him blowing out through pursed lips. Centering himself using the techniques they had been taught. The same techniques that help during a beating, Nikki thought.

“Good control. He’s a good boy.” The auctioneer was going on, seemingly oblivious to the boy’s plight.

Then he slid the phallus out of the boy’s ass with a “plop” and stopped working his cock.

The bidding was going to start now. Nikki could feel it.

“Do I have 80 thousand for this fresh boy?”

Nikki couldn’t really see the audience, but she saw the auctioneer, pointing to the right hand side of the room.

“80 thousand in the front. Do I have 85?”

The boy looked stunned. He was blinking out into the audience. Nikki supposed he couldn’t really see individuals, she couldn’t. But the boy was obviously trying to look.

The bidding came fast and furious. The auctioneer started to jump up in bigger increments and then when it slowed, he made the increments smaller again.

Whatever discomfort the boy was feeling was unimportant. Nobody was really even looking at him at this point. He was just the object. Not a human being.

Finally, the auctioneer asked for “385 thousand, do I have 385?”

There was silence. He had gone too far. “384?” No?

He worked his way back down to the last bid, $381,000. With no takers.

“Sold to the lady in the back for $381,000!” His voice rang out.

Ohhhh! It was over. Two trainers came up on stage to hustle the boy out. It was over and she was next.

She was next! Her knees felt weak….