Chosen Destiny Pt 01

Chosen Destiny part 1 - Pre-Auction - slave girl sara

It was that time again, every Leap Year Day, February 29

th

, where girls have a chance of planning their own destiny.

One of the countries`s finest and most modern cattle auction yards had opened its doors to a Lifestyle Auction. For all the world a male/female slave auction, but to be politically and legally correct was rebranded. All in the sale were their own person, so not owned or employed by a third person or group. Bess had waited over three years for the event to reappear and was keen to get her application in, and lot number out. This is her story:

"Excuse me Sir, please could you tell me where I would put in an application for the Lifestyle Auction?"

"It will cost you."

"I have no money Sir."

"Then..."

I knelt down and unbuttoned his Falmour jeans, he was commando and out popped his cock. A fine example too. I sucked him good and wanked his cum onto the concrete path.

"Down the main passage and the third door on the left says 'Registration'."

"Thank you Sir."

"How thankful?"

"As much as Sir orders Sir."

"It`s three days before the auction, where are you staying?"

"The family I was working for have gone abroad Sir so they said I may use an outbuilding to sleep in and a cattle trough if I wished to wash."

"I will make you an offer you can refuse if you wish, interested?"

"Yes Sir."

"I am the manager here and live in the big house by the entrance, I have two strapping boys who I bet would love to use you for a few days, and a beautiful daughter who would be happy with less of the attention they give her, in return for your own room and food."

"If you please Sir, I would love to."

"Come and find me when you have registered and give my address when asked, I am Mr. Wood."

"Thank you Sir."

"We will see how you thank me after you register."

I sort of curtsied and went to register. I knocked on the door and was invited in.

"Please may I register for the Lifestyle Auction Miss."

She was not a lot older than me and was dressed very smart.

"Are you old enough dear, you have to be over twenty to enter?"

"Yes Miss, I am twenty-two."

"Then off course you can register love, Name?"

"Bessy Anne Brown with an E Miss," why ever did I say my middle name?

"Then welcome Bessy Anne Brown, would you like me to include or remove Anne with an E?"

We both laughed so much I almost peed my pants and she gripped her crotch too.

"Shall I ask again?"

We chuckled again.

"Please Miss."

"Name?"

Again two chucklers.

"Just plain Bessy Brown Miss, just one E."

"You are fidgeting, should I take you to the toilet Bessy?"

"Please Miss."

She took me by the hand and led me even further down to corridor to a 'Staff Only' door. She had a key and unlocked it, then re-locked it behind us. I instinctively stood with my hands on my head.

"Good girl Bessy Anne Brown, would you like Miss to undress you?"

I knew the tingle I felt as Miss locked the door would stand me in good stead as she unbuttoned my Joggers and eased them over my hips.

"Step out of them, pretty knickers, are they your best ones?"

"Yes Miss, my other pair are still hanging up after I washed them."

"So just the two pairs?"

She was undoing my blouse as we spoke.

"Yes Miss, the Master of the house I was in said I could only wear one pair at once Miss."

"So he was right then?"

"Sort of Miss."

"Go on, share your secret."

"I was always naked in the house Miss, even in the coldest winter, so never wore any."

Her hand split my blouse as she fondled my nipples.

"Any particular reason Bessy?"

"I suppose so I was always available Miss, for him and whoever called, or for a strapping. His children also played with me Miss."

My knickers and blouse were now removed and I was sat on the toilet.

"How do you mean, play with you?

"They were not really children Miss, a boy of eighteen and girl of nineteen Miss. I had to go and wake the son up at seven in the morning with my mouth and hand Miss. He adored his morning wank and enjoyed me having pleasure as he fingered me. At bedtime he liked to fuck me Miss, he said it helped him sleep better. His dad did his fair share of fucking me too Miss plus Sir liked to see his visitors fucking me while they discussed business."

"Was that often Bessy?"

"Maybe three or four times a week Miss."

"And his daughter?"

"She was quite cruel at the best of times Miss.

"And the worst of times?"

"I think the word is sadistic Miss."

"Think of the cruellest ever and the most sadistic ever Bessy."

"I think the cruellest was she would whip me for anything little thing instead giving of a spanking. The most sadistic happened twice, you know the old stocks behind the cinema Miss?"

"Yes."

"Well, she took me there, put weights hanging from my nipples and blindfolded me. I was left until morning both times, and I was fucked, belted, slapped and burnt with cigarettes Miss."

I reached for the loo paper but Miss slapped my hand and pulled off three pieces and wiped my bum dry.

"Thank you Miss."

"You look even more beautiful naked Bessy, which will be a huge selling point for the ones who like to buy the skinnier girl. Does that excite you Bessy?"

"Not really Miss, I ideally want a forever home, not one where I am constantly beaten and used. I have my birth certificate in my shoulder bag if I need it Miss."

Miss hugged me.

"I see sweet Bessy."

She took my hand and placed it over her knickers, she was quite wet.

"You have done that Bessy."

"Sorry Miss."

She laughed.

"No need to apologise, it pleases me."

She re-dressed me and we went back to complete my Application.

"Address?"

"Mr. Wood said to use his address, he is the market manager."

"Ah, ok."

"All finished."

"Thank you Miss, hope I see you again."

"You just may."

I left the office and took off my knickers and popped them in my shoulder bag, I did not want to lose them. I soon found Mr. Wood and again sucked his wood, then over a hay bale for a fucking, it was wonderful and gentle and pleasured me as well as himself. I cleaned him off, took my knickers out of my bag and popped them back on, Mr. Wood looked puzzled but said nothing. He took me to his home and introduced me to his wife.

"Bessy, this is my wife Jane."

"Very pleased to meet you Miss."

"And me you Bessy, hope you will be a good girl during your stay, if not I control the kitchen strap and cane and get great pleasure in using them, so be warned."

"Yes Miss, thank you for your advice."

"So you think being facetious is a way to gain favour?"

She went to the kitchen and brought back a thick black strap.

"Please excuse me Miss, not too sure what you mean, if you are asking do I want a strapping, no Miss, or do I need a strapping, yes Miss, if you know what I mean."

"Yes I do sweet girl, I was young once, over the armchair."

It was the second time that day I had been called sweet girl, what a lovely saying. I never moved my dress up or lowered my knickers, I would wait for instructions. Miss went back to the kitchen then eased me up as she raised my dress. Snip, snip, oh fuck, she cut my knickers off, I began to cry.

Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack.

"You really are needy, you were crying before the first whack."

I only got a few whacks then into her arms for a cuddle. I was so happy, surely my day could get no better. The front door opened.

"I am home mum and dad, oh, hello Bessy Anne Brown!"