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forget that she was being displayed and sold in public.
‘Bend,’ he growled, planting a hand between her bare shoulders to tip her from the hips. She tried to comply, awkward because her arms were tied and she couldn’t brace herself with her hands. She almost lost her balance and he grabbed the back of her shorts to steady her, sending a lightning stab through her private torment. Her fingers dug fearfully into her hips. He kicked her feet further apart. Her ass and tits were now stuck out in perfect counterbalance.
The knife came out again to dissect her cut-off shorts. She felt its cold steel whisper against her skin. It gave even the stitched denim short shrift, and after a series of agonising yanks the garment fell away down her thighs, revealing to the world her ass and crack and the shy peek of her pussy below.
That was the first moment of relief Antonia had felt since coming on stage.
‘Whoa,’ said the auctioneer, appreciatively. ‘What have we got here, ladies and gentlemen? It looks like there’s been some customisation going on with this one.’ He put a hand between her cheeks, prodding the rubber bung that jutted out there. ‘I don’t know if you can see this clearly, but she’s got a big black butt-plug up her already.’
His fingertips explored her stretched anus, discovering the thick greasy lubricant that they’d filled her ass with before inserting the plug. Antonia hadn’t tried to fight when, an hour before her entrance on stage, they’d held her down and worked the dildo into her – she had been too afraid of the hefty cylinder now riding her ass. The discomfort and the sense of imminent disaster and the humiliation had been almost overwhelming, and those tight shorts had only made the sensations worse, every step a torment.
Now it was the auctioneer’s turn. He jiggled the dildo inside her and made her wail.
‘Well, look at that, ladies and gentlemen. She’s lubed up and stretched and wide open. I think that when you buy her, you’re going to be able to just whip that butt-plug out and stick your dick right in there to fuck that beautiful ass, like going into warm butter. So I’m going to leave it where it is for the moment.’
He chuckled. ‘Told you it’s always worth taking a close look before you buy. Now, let’s examine this pussy.’ His hand cupped her sex. ‘Well, if you can’t see, you can take my word for it. This one’s nicely shaved, every bit of her. Soft as a kitten, this pussy.’ He bent and both sets of fingers explored her sex, not at all rough – but thorough. ‘She’s got rings, ladies and gentlemen. I count three on either side, outer labia, silver. Someone’s taken a lot of care with this one. Fucking beautiful example, and I see a lot of them in this line of work. And –’ his fingers spread her ‘– she’s running wet. Jeez – that is one juicy fucking cunt! I don’t think you’ll have any problem warming this one up. She’s just begging to be taken out for a ride!’
Antonia sobbed, mascara tears running down her cheeks. Her pussy seemed to throb under the merciless glare of the auction lights. But the examination was not yet over. He slid his licked fingers into her passage and spread them. With the internal pressure of the plug in her other hole, it was enough to make her squeak.
‘Mmm. That’s good. Tight enough to give you a good firm grip, I think. And …’
She felt the fingers withdraw again. She saw in the blurred reflection how he straightened up and lifted his hand to his face.
‘Sweet. Tastes like honey, ladies and gentlemen. I think we’ve got a prime piece of cunt here.’ Tugging her ponytail, he slapped her ass and jerked her upright. ‘There’s one last thing, though. Want to see how she performs?’
Of course they did.
He brushed his lips to her ear. ‘Get on your knees.’ He didn’t push her, but his voice was like the black oil from an engine sump and she was incapable of disobeying. Her legs seemed to fold of themselves and she came to rest on the rough boards of the stage, her head on a level with his crotch. She watched as he unbuckled the big worn belt around his hips, tugged down his fly and manhandled out an uncut cock that was already fighting for its freedom. Like the rest of him it was long and sinewy and lumpy with veins.
The calls of the crowd had become white noise. She felt the muscles of her asshole clench around the cruel plug between her cheeks. She could smell the harsh masculine sweat of his groin.
‘Lick it, bitch,’ he crooned.
She hesitated, cringing from that unfamiliar cock.
‘Fucking lick it.’
This time she moved in and licked him tentatively, from root to crown. His flesh was hot and his glans was sticky. Her tongue slithered over the dome of flesh and she tasted his musk with something like dread. She thought she’d done enough to satisfy him – but without warning his fingers stung her cheek in a slap and then, as she gasped in shock, he took advantage of her parted lips to push her mouth down firmly over his bell-end.
‘A slave shouldn’t need to be told twice,’ he growled, angling his cock and her head so that he could plunge all the way to the back of her mouth. As he filled her throat, Antonia swallowed hard, desperate not to gag on his length. Grinding his hips, he bedded his meat firmly in her. He held her there a long time, almost until her air had run out, while the crowd voiced their appreciation. Then he pulled out slowly, revelling in the glistening trails of saliva and the rush of her breath and the heave of her breasts.
‘Well,’ he said, tucking his erection nonchalantly away and pulling her round to face the crowd once more. He stood behind and above her as she knelt there panting, his hand tight in her hair to ensure that her face was visible, his legs straddling her flanks, his sheathed cock rubbing up against the back of her head. ‘I think we’ve seen all that we need to. A nice little specimen. Let’s get this sale started. I’ll set the bids off at $50 – do I have any takers?’
At that price there were plenty of takers. The bidding went in a rush and the price spiralled. But by the time it got to $800 there were only three bidders left. Antonia, blinking, focused on those faces. Her fate depended on who won this contest, and fear made her chest tight. One bidding group was a trio of three young men, all egging each other on. One was a couple sitting astride a parked Harley, both in leathers. One was a lone man, a face she recognised, and her gaze met his in terror.
He’d watched her in the display pen. He’d had eyes for none of the other lots, as far as she remembered: he’d just watched her with that same scowl that he sported now. No matter how many other people had drifted back and forth, ogling the flesh on offer, laughing or admiring or sneering, he’d always been there in the background. She’d been kneeling, her wrists roped to a peg driven into the dirt, her thighs spread either side of it. She’d looked up from under her lashes and watched him sliding his blunt fingers slowly up and down the erection outlined by his leather pants. He wore cowboy boots and an open leather waistcoat that showed the sandy hair furred across his belly and chest. His jaw was square, his hair cropped, his expression as hard as the bulge of his cock. That expression, the uncompromising harshness of it, had made her heart run fast and weak. It was as if his face epitomised the brutal greed of the crowd and the hopelessness of her captivity. She’d looked at him and known there would be no mercy.
Not that her other prospective purchasers promised any more kindness. She focused on the couple on the bike. Both were middle-aged. Her hair was peroxide blonde, his in a grey ponytail that matched his beard. There was a chrome ring through his septum, as if he were a bull. He had a whip looped at his belt and she – leaning forward to whisper into his ear – carried a riding quirt stuffed down her capacious cleavage, behind her shiny PVC corset. Antonia could only imagine how they would take turns to use those whips on her tender flesh, and she quivered with fear. She could feel her sweat trickling down her ass crack into her pussy, as if in anticipation of the pain.
But then the biker couple dropped out of the bidding.
She switched her focus to the trio, though her hearing was becoming distorted and her eyes were blurring with tears. They looked sort of normal, though they were shirtless tonight. Regular enough guys apart from a slightly exaggerated muscularity: quite young, no obvious