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.