Chosen Destiny part 3 - Auction Time - slave girl sara
Just before the auction Miss offered to give me something to help me sell better, a caning. And cane me she did, twelve hard stripes.
"Thank me girl."
She lifted her skirt, and a knickerless wet pussy was pushed into my face, as I licked and nibbled my salty tears ended up on my tongue and into my mouth.
I think it had been the best three days of my life, those days with her family. I remembered the words from Miss on how the auction would run:
The morning was for viewing, the afternoon for sampling and the evening for bidding and buying.
We were all put in a large room and undressed. We queued up to sign a declaration we were there of our own free will and the fee each person got, minus the twenty percent auction house commission would be put into our own personal bank accounts.
I counted twenty-one girls, including me, it seems there were no men in this auction. There were seven handlers, all with a split leather strap hanging from a belt loop. We were split into seven groups of three and taken to a shower room where we all had to wash each other. In the next room were raised voices.
"You will do as you are fucking told." Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack. Someone was feeling the handler's strap.
"Hey, you with the small tits."
"Me Sir?"
"Who else has small tits?"
He looked at one of the other girls, "Hold her arms behind her."
Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack. I took five hard lashes on my tits and nipples.
"Have I got your attention now?"
Through sobs, "Yes Sir."
"Good, now shave those two and yourself, no pubic hair allowed, spoils the view for the prospective buyers of the slit."
"Yes Sir."
I obeyed and he came round and had a good feel of us all. The next room saw us all have a bridle fitted, the bit being cock shaped.
"I will take you one at a time to parade you, you will run in a circle, anyone not trying will have their arse cracked with my whip, you, small tits."
"Yes Sir."
"Take me for a pee."
He led me to the men`s troughs. I undid his top trouser button and went for his zip.
"No zip Sir!"
"Have you never undone buttons before you lazy fucker, kneel there?"
He, like most men, had a length of his belt hanging down and not in any loops. I soon found out why it was there, I had to lift my tits up from beneath as another five belt whips hit each of my nipples. I heard the other girls sniggering as they peeped in. I was raised from my knees by my red raw nipples, and he gave me instructions.
"Undo my belt, pull my trousers down a little, unbutton my boxers, take out my cock, kneel down and drink my pee."
I was stunned, "No Sir, I do not do pee drinking."
"I will Sir," said one of the other girls as she took my place and drank.
We all got through the parade ring with plenty watching.
"Miss Brown?"
"Yes Mr. Wood Sir."
"Follow me to my office."
Once inside he undid the buckle of his belt.
"I will not have my staff`s orders refused."
His belt was pulled through his trouser loops, and I got the whipping I deserved and was then put back into my cattle pen ready for the one-to-one viewing time. It seemed to me we were dealt with as if we were cattle.
My first prospective Sir opened and closed my gate. He was in his forties I guess, not much taller than me and pretty slim.
"Spin round sweetheart let`s see what`s for sale. Oh a troublemaker or is it a misunderstood girl, I have never seen a redder back and bottom!"
"I would not drink pee Sir."
"So, if I bought you could I train you do drink my pee?"
"Yes, I would say so Sir."
"Good girl, luckily I am not into that. Close your legs, I like to see a nice gap. Very good, do you know why?"