Fire Sale Pt 01

Fire Sale - Part 1

Fire Sale - slave girl sara

Times were hard in the early 1980s, not only for small businesses but huge stores and factories too. Jim Bowden had borrowed big style during the '80s, he was into anything that he felt he could turn a pound on. His portfolio read like a business index, a Cinema, two Night Clubs, four General Stores, and fifteen Houses, which he rented out. A month`s rent from one would pay the mortgage on the next.

One of his night clubs, Tropez, was perhaps seedy at best, but catered for the working man. Membership was free and it was classified as men only. Jim had the idea that ladies would be welcome but they had to show their tits whilst in the club. It proved pretty popular too. Certain ladies of the night could pick up clients, either for the night or just a quick blow and fuck in the toilets.

Wednesday was 'Catcher Pokeher' night, the rules being a few of his girls would stand on a grid of numbered squares, one to twelve. All the squares would be sold and a large wheel would be spun to select a number. If someone had the number and a girl was on that square, she would strip naked and be fucked by the winner, bent over the stage. None of the ladies ever complained as any time a game was played where they were the prize, they took half of the ticket sales.

Oh, and also, Friday was punishment day.

The club was open for invited guests only, usually about twenty men who paid for the privilege of watching the proceedings on stage from an upstairs balcony. Some would just get hard and horny, others would wank their cocks ridged and cum over the floor.

All the ladies Jim employed, on one day or another, would be on stage, naked. He examined each one to make sure they still filled his criteria of being attractive to the men.

One girl had slept in and had no time to put make up on, penalty - Spanking. Another girl had been reported for failing to comply with a game rule, she hopped onto a losing number once her number had been chosen, penalty - belted bottom. Yet another girl had missed two nights that week, thus costing Jim money in lost sales, penalty - belted and caned on her bottom.

The last girl had been seen handing out cards for the Apollo club, a rival outfit, penalty - a beating. That was me, I was the last girl but I swear I did nothing wrong.

"Now you have seen this week's disciplinary proceedings, who would like to bid on spanking this girl?"

"Can I fuck her too?"

"Of course."

"Two quid."

"Anyone else? No, come down here then Sir and make her sorry."

He was soon down from the balcony and paid his two pounds. He removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeve then Jim guided her over his knee, and he began to spank her bottom, pink, then red, then crimson. He stopped when his hand started to ache. She was knelt before him full of tears and with her head down.

He put his finger under her chin and lifted her head up.

"Keep that pretty face looking at me."

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP across her face as he wanked while he slapped. He stood up and had her kneel on the chair, tits hanging over the backrest and he fucked her to the cheers of the audience.

"Moving on, who would like to belt the bottom of this next beauty, and fuck her?"

A young man offered three pounds, which was accepted.

"How would you like her Sir, over the stage, over the chair or bent double with her tits swinging with every welt for the audience to marvel at?"

He removed his thick, black belt and bent her over, hands on knees. He took out his huge cock and squeezed her tits as he had her gagging on it. Then to the business end and, whoosh crack, whoosh crack, whoosh crack. Her tits swayed like pendulums as lash after lash found its mark. Back to her head to firm him up then he fucked her, still doubled up on the spot where he had just belted her. More cheers for the show from the audience.

"Now for the last prize, belting and caning, hard, our Ruth here, who loves to let people down?"

One man bid five pounds and was soon fingering and titting up his prize. He took her hand and put it down his trousers, she obliged by blind wanking him. He also wanted her bent over and gave her all of fifty lashes with his belt.

"Any maximum cane stripes?"

"Yes, ten on her arse and five across her back, then she will find it hard sleeping in and not coming to work. Would you like me to hold you down and allow you to push against me Ruth?"

She nodded and he took his place, his cock in her mouth and hands pulling on her arms. Each stroke of the vicious cane was laid on to perfection, each Whoosh Crack followed by a scream. Jim cum in her mouth before the final strokes but still held her tight. Her punisher fucked her wet pussy then slapped her bottom and fucked her tight bum hole. He finished by cumming over her bottom and back.

The last girl, me, Jim kept for himself, I did not know it but as the youngest and prettiest girl he had, he needed to sell my services on, he had been offered a good price and wanted to shed some overheads. The interest rate was rising daily and if he did nothing, he would lose everything, he needed a fire sale to offload some of his assets.

My name is May, as in the month I was born, and I was terrified as he led me to his office.

"How long have you been with me now May?"

"Nearly two years Sir."

"I will give you an option, take your beating, it should be over in a few hours, or take a spanking and a fucking then go work for a good friend of mine?"

"What would you recommend Sir?"

"I think the spanking option, when did I spank you last?"

"Two days ago Sir."

"Why?"

"Sorry, I do not know Sir."

"See, you never learn, get over the spanking horse, and hold tight."

After a good spanking I was fucked, as was his choice.

"Stay over the horse until I say move."

"Yes Sir."

It must have been an hour or more until he came back, straight to my head for me to suck him hard, then another fucking, this time using my nipples to pull him back into me. Then to my head to take his lot.

This happened twice more, but on the third time someone was with him.