I was confused, naked and frightened. For reasons I didn't comprehend, I was in Muir Park, naked, bound and being herded by uniformed park police. To add to my bewilderment, there were at least a dozen of my fellow dancers in the same state of humiliating nudity and bondage being herded barefoot across the verdant grass of Muir Park by uniformed cruel men with riding crops.
No sooner did I have this thought, then I spotted a lithe, athletic woman in a park police uniform. She was also holding a riding crop and as I drifted to my right and she cracked her crop painfully across my bare buttocks and barked out orders
"To your left,"
she snapped at me, "Stay with the rest of the group!"
Okay, so we were being herded by cruel men
and
cruel women, but I still didn't understand what was going on.
My friends and I were all ballet dancers with the Chandler Theatre, however, that didn't explain our current situation. A leather slave collar was buckled around my throat and my wrists were buckled to the back of the collar. My fellow dancers, both male and female had their wrists bound in an identical manner. Despite my fear and confusion, it was somewhat thrilling to see my fellow dancers on naked display. For the most part, I'd only seen my fellow dancers in street clothes, tights, leotards or dance costumes, and they all had delightfully perfect bodies.
Directly in front of me I could see Kim and Cassandra and Hee, all three of them were female dancers with the Chandler Ballet, we'd all trained and rehearsed together. All three of them had beautifully toned legs with firm muscles visible underneath their smooth skin and well-defined glutes. Watching their bare buttocks as they ran from the park police was a guilty pleasure. Their asses were sculpted perfection, and the red and pink marks left by swats of the riding crop, drew your gaze in and almost demanded that your stare at their abused hindquarters.
Ahead of them, and slightly to my left were Darya, Nari and Valdemar. They had longer legs and had made their way to near the front of the herd of naked dancers.
"Form a line!"
one of the guards yelled, and we were forced into a single file formation and herded towards a wooden stage in the middle of the park.
The stage itself looked to be about five feet tall and about fifty feet wide. There was a wooden gangplank hooked up to the rear of the stage which seemed to be our ultimate destination. A female dancer named Svetlana ended up directly in front of me and she whimpered, dreading her fate before she even knew what it would be. She was naked, helpless and her bare buttocks had been painfully reddened, so why not whimper?
Behind me I could hear other dancers making similar sounds of despair, and as the first of my fellow dancers made his way up the gangplank, I soon realized what was happening. A piercing female voice rang out, declaring that the Muir Park auction had officially begun and that first up for bid was a male dancer of exceptional beauty.
"It's a slave auction," I whispered in a solemn tone of voice.
Somehow, we had all been captured, stripped naked and herded out to a stage in Muir Park to be sold as naked slaves. I felt a terrible fear grip me, overwhelmed at the thought that I'd be forced up onto that stage, my naked body ogled by debauched strangers and bid on like a kitchen appliance on eBay.
The first slave up for auction was Valdemar. The auctioneer announced his height and weight to the crowd, followed by his waist size, cock size and sexual orientation. Then the auctioneer went into detail explaining Valdemar's skill in sucking cock as well as the tightness of his asshole. It seemed that no information was too intimate or personal for the auctioneer to share with the crowds.
Bidding on Valdemar was fast and furious. The auctioneer began the bidding at two-thousand dollars, but it rapidly rose to ten-thousand dollars, then twenty-thousand dollars, then one-hundred thousand. There were people in the crowd who desperately wanted Valdemar.
Once Valdemar was sold, another slave took his place on the stage. I did some quick math and realized that only eleven slaves stood between me and the auction block. I squirmed and one of my legs trembled as my dreaded moment of humiliation came closer.
And then, to add to our mortification, two female security guards walked down the line and demanded that each slave spread their legs. Refusal to obey resulted in painful swats across the buttocks with a riding crop.
Those that obeyed had their genitals stimulated by the security guard's hand. The vaginas of female slaves were fingered until the poor, abused women moaned and squirmed in sexual urgency. Male slaves had their prostates stimulated while their cocks were fondled.
When the imperious women ordered me to spread my legs, I obeyed without thinking. One of the guards wore a latex glove on one hand and she had a tube with some sort of lubricant in her other hand. She worked a glob of grease into me and twisted her finger around inside my anus for an inordinate amount of time. She did a thorough job lubricating my asshole and then I felt her probing fingertips brush repeatedly across my prostate gland, stimulating it and driving me into embarrassing extremes of sexual desire.
"Aghhhhhh,"
I gasped as the guard proceeded to grip my cock, lubricate it and squeeze it while fingering my prostate. It was humbling to be naked, bound, and in a public place while a stern security guard fingered my asshole and played with my cock, yet somehow the vulnerability and the humiliation were delicious, and my cock throbbed again in hungry spasms as I whimpered and tears welled up in my eyes.
Being a naked slave sold at public auction was traumatizing, overwhelming but also sexually arousing. My head was reeling, my heart pounded in my chest with an intense sense of fear and trepidation, and at the same time as my cock throbbed with intense sensations of libidinous desire.
And as I attempted to cope with my intense emotions, I could hear the auctioneer enticing the crowds to place bids on my fellow dancers.
"Next up for bid, female slave, five foot, eight inches, 121 pounds with very respectable measurements! This one is just twenty-four years old but has impressive experience in a variety of sexual techniques!"
I was shocked at how much the auctioneers knew about us, they knew our medical histories, our sexual histories, at what age we lost our virginity and even the exact capacity (down to the millimeter) just how large a cock we could take in our vaginal and anal cavities.
Then to my horror, I saw one of the auctioneers picked up a large dildo on a handle and shoved it into the vagina of a female slave. This was a public display to illustrate how much girth and depth she could take. Then another dildo was shoved into her anus to show how much she could take in her tight rear passage.
All the dildos were on metal handles. It was a practical system that allowed the audience an excellent view of what the auctioneers were doing to the slaves. It slowly dawned upon me that I was almost certainly to be the victim of one of these humiliating displays before a huge crowd of witnesses. I thought of fleeing, but Muir park was huge and there were dozens of security guards in the park as well as interested spectators. If I ran, I probably wouldn't get a dozen feet before I was tackled and dragged back to the auction block.
More of my fellow dancers were sold as sex-slaves and as I got closer to the stage and was forced up the gangplank, I realized that I knew the auctioneers. One of them was Amanda, our ballet mistress, the other two were Sebastian and Yulia, two of our choreographers.
Okay, I'll be the first to admit that choreographers and ballet mistresses can be cruel to ballet dancers but selling dancers into slavery seemed to me to be crossing a line. This didn't seem like ordinary choreographer behavior to me.
And then Svetlana was dragged up the gangplank. She struggled and tried to dig in her heels, but her wrists were bound behind the back of her neck and one guard dragged her forward while another smacked her ass with a leather paddle. Her struggles mattered little and within moments she was on the stage in front of the crowds.
Svetlana's reddened buttocks swayed as she was forced up the gangplank and my cock throbbed as I saw her lithe, naked body displayed for the crowds.
"Next up is a female slave," Yulia called out, "Twenty-four years old, bisexual, five foot, eleven and weighing a mere 119 pounds!"
Svetlana was forced to spread her legs wide, making her inflamed pubic lips more visible. Then Yulia called out Svetlana's measurements and when she called out her breast size, she grabbed one of Svetlana's breasts, causing the abused, frightened dancer to scream.
"Sexually inexperienced, but with bisexual tendencies," the auctioneer called out to the crowd, "the right master or mistress could teacher her a great deal!"
Svetlana was then forced to bend over with her legs far apart and ass on display for the crowds. Yulia then forced a small flesh-colored dildo into Svetlana's anus. Svetlana cried out helplessly as the phallus was thrust into her ass again and again. And when it was removed, Yulia picked up a much larger dildo and used it to penetrate Svetlana's vagina.
The crowd applauded and roared with approval as Svetlana was impaled. She writhed and squirmed her hips as the fake cock was thrust deep into her intimate orifice, much to the delight of the boisterous crowds.
"And take note of that delightful, round, firm and most definitely spankable ass," Yulia cried out.
"Spank her!"
Several spectators called out, and they continued to call for Svetlana to be spanked until a paddle was produced and Yulia used it to mercilessly redden the naked ballerina's backside.
"Ow! Ahh! Ahh! Ow! Aghhhh!"
