Alice woke up in a dimly lit room that looked something like a monk's room- or what she imagined one would be. It had no corners, just rounded edges, and the walls were a pale green. She was entirely naked, save a metal collar which was attached by a finely wrought chain to a peg in the centre of the ceiling.
Looking out the window, she saw hills of tall grass and a rising sun. The day was about to begin- she knew the procedure started at sunrise. Am I really sincere about this? Her mind was beginning to race with doubts and second-guesses, fear. Before Alice could think any further, someone entered the room without knocking: a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in a well-fitted black t-shirt and black shorts. He wore a harness around his waist and one leg, off of which was dangling some familiar, and some unfamiliar tools.
"Kneel down, whore," the man said firmly. Alice, casting her doubts aside, kneeled on the polished wood floor as she had been taught; toes together, heels up off the floor, with knees wide enough apart to expose her pussy entirely. She rested her hands behind her back, threw back her shoulders, which thrusted out her pert breasts, and lowered her gaze to her visitor's lithe black boots. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself why she and her Master had agreed she would be temporarily auctioned off. Her Master always seemed to know the desires she had, but was too humiliated to voice, and so, even though Alice had never been used without her Master present, He had instructed her to obey any and all who would command her.
The visitor's voice brought Alice back to reality; "You will have to be ready for auction in two days, so we have a lot of work to do, whore. Today, my lucky job is to examine every aspect of your little body in every way possible. You will experience a range of pain and pleasure, most of which simply revolves around how much of a masochistic little slut you are."
Alice wasn't sure whether he expected her to reply or not, so remained still. The man grabbed the chain which drew from her neck to the ceiling, and raised her up by it. She quickly stood, pulled and choking from her metal collar, but he raised his hand so high that only the very tips of her toes could touch the ground, and shook her slightly off-balance. Just when Alice thought she was going to pass out, the man threw her towards the small bed, which she half-bounced off of and landed on the floor. She quickly scrambled back to kneeling, catching her breath. Looking down, she saw that her nipples were extremely erect, her breasts were flushed and heaving, and her shaved cunt was shiny with wetness. The sight of herself only served to heighten her awareness of how pulsing every nerve in her body was, how hot the blood felt in her veins. The man was walking over, slowly. His harnessed leg stopped right in front of her, his foot right between her spread, kneeling legs. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into his thigh, holding her there. With his boot, he spread her inner thighs further open, teasing her with the possibility of grazing her open cunt.
"Are you ready to begin, whore?" His voice floated through her ears as she breathed his scent; leather, soap, crisp wool.
"Yes, sir," Alice said, voice shaking. He withdrew his boot, stepped back, and ordered her to stand up in the centre of the room. He unclipped her chain, replacing it with a shorter one which he then clipped to his belt.
"Get on all fours, keep up with me," he said, barely giving her enough time to get down before briskly striding from the room. Alice immediately scuffed both knees being dragged out, and quickly made a valiant effort to keep pace. As they walked down the hall outside Alice's room, Alice thought she could hear strange noises coming from the doors on either side of them. Some sounded like moans of pleasure, some like screams of pain. The ones which intrigued Alice the most were the sounds of deep, rough voices. The idea of what lied ahead was so frightening to her, yet as she crawled she could only focus on the feeling of her cunt lips sliding against one another, her breasts dangling toward the ground, swinging with every movement. Her nipples were rock hard and they felt nearly as sensitive as her throbbing clit.
The man holding her leash stopped outside the last door in the hall.
"You're lucky," he said. "Your Master said you could handle anything I can throw at you, so we get the best room. And I plan on taking a few non-professional liberties with you." A jolt of fear ran through Alice, and she began to shake. Her pussy was burning hot between her thighs, the air against it felt searingly cool.
The man ordered Alice into the large room behind him, then told her to kneel while he prepared. She looked around what she could see at floor level; the same wooden floors as the rest of the building, same pale green paint. There was a skylight shining a square of light onto the open centre of the room. Around one side, there were the legs of a type of table- a massage or examination table, of course, Alice thought. Then, the bottom of a St. Andrew's cross, like the one at her and her Master's local dungeon. There was also a full wall pegboard on the backmost wall, displaying a variety of paddles, canes, whips; e-stim equipment, knives and play knives; a huge range of dildoes, vibrators, and cock rings; and some instruments which Alice was surprised to note that she did not recognise. Her mind was racing as the man took his agonizing time preparing his instruments. A distinct sound of rhythmic slapping was coming from one of the rooms around them; Alice wondered how many other slaves were being examined and prepared for auction.
"Right," said the man, coming to stand in front of Alice, holding a clipboard. "First, I've got to take a thorough look at your whore body. Stand up, get into your attention position." Alice quickly stood up, spread her legs, threw back her shoulders, and placed her arms behind her head. The cool air rushed onto her throbbing cunt, and she could feel that her wetness had spread all around her inner thighs, and between her buttocks.
The man stepped back, circling around Alice and making notes. He pulled out a tape measure and began measuring her, as if he were a tailor who was set to make her a dress. When he measured her bust, he also measured how extended her dark pink nipples were- which was very. Alice flushed red at this detail, which only served to make her already hard nipples even more attentive.
