Auction

One of the most famous buildings in Geldeen was the theatre right at the Vion Plaza. A huge building close to the center of the city, it was not only used for performances by actors and circuses, but was also home of the monthly auction. Lord Gelver was the organizer of these events. He had done it for almost thirty years by then. He stood on the second floor and looked down at the backstage area, where dozens of girls were waiting.

Their ages ranged from twenty-two to twenty-nine and he smiled, satisfied, to be able to offer a wide range of different girls in the evening. The girls were chattering and groping and fondling each other just for fun. The girls would happily show how easily they could be aroused. Lord Gelver gave a signal, and then multiple pairs of men entered the backstage area. For each pair, one was holding a drum to get the attention of the giggling sluts, and the other would hold a paper to read all the instructions for the auction.

The girls swarmed them like moths buzzing around light, with the group of men being the beacon to get their full attention. Around a dozen circles were formed with two men inside and surrounded by girls, needing to obey them. Though most of the dolls were already naked, some were still wearing some kind of clothing. The drummers would collect them all, until every girl had their skin covered only in a sky blue collar around their neck; this was the color for being property of the auction house and signifying they were being sold there. The other man in each group would then start to read the scroll with the instructions; a practiced part in every intonation, so they would start and end around the same time.

"Hello, little toys. Today is the big day of the auction. Some of you may have been here before, some of you may be here for the first time. The procedure is fairly easy and there is always a man to help you get along. You can rub your cunts all you want... or the cunt of the girl next to you."

The reader chuckled and eyed the girls, who were giggling and feeling caught. Some were rubbing their own cunts. Few were touching the cunt of another girl, too. But they all were focused on listening attentively to the man, nodding fully, agreeing to all he said. He grabbed a girl and pushed her to her knees and pressed her smiling face against his crotch. It was kind of a reward for her attending the auctions and offering herself to be sold to men for years. Because of that, she didn't need to listen to him after this many times.

"You don't need your little brain this evening. Someone will tell you what to do and how to act. Be what you are, a cute set of holes and an easy whore for any man. Your value will be demonstrated in all the fun ways, and a rich man will buy you. Also, no need for clothes, the possible buyers deserve a good view of your bodies. This will be achieved by a provided outfit. To give each of you loving cocksleeves enough time to be presented, the whole theatre with all the seven stages will be used. One after the other will get called to one of the stages and hopefully be sold. So, if every one of you promises to be a good girl, you won't have to worry about becoming a happy sold slave. It will happen the way you crave and deserve it."

The man spoke many words, but the girls were listening to him without losing interest. The cumsluts were mesmerized by each word he said, and eager to prove that they were good tools for any man. He made a pause for the dramatic effect. The whole speech was well choreographed from start to finish.

"For now, you will have to register. Follow me and make a line so all your important information can be taken and filled in a document. It will be fun for you, you will be able to tell a man every detail and secret about yourself to please him."

Each group of girls was sorting themselves into a line of giggling cocksuckers. The other end of the backstage area had tables, with men seated waiting there, one table for each line of collared, naked slaves. There were also men, wearing teal robes, standing next to each table. Lord Gelver had made a deal with the wizard academy of Geldeen; their apprentices could practice their magic by making portraits of the slaves for a catalog. This would make it easier for the bidders to get a better picture of the offered goods before the actual auction.

The first table had a middle-aged man with short brown hair greeting the first doll. He pointed to his leg, so the cocksleeve could hump him while kneeling in front of him, as any good girl always craved to have her body played with. A cloth was strapped to his feet to soak up the wetness from her cunt.

"Hello whore. The man behind me is a future wizard and will use his magic to make a painting of you, just so you know why he is there. But first, tell me your name, your age and from which part of the country you come from." He spoke slowly and clearly to make it easier for the dumb cow in heat to understand him.

"My name is Lyasde and I am twenty-five and I am from this city, Sir," she answered quickly, unable to hide her moaning. Her tits were unusually big for her tender body; Lyasde brushed her long white hair back over her shoulders, so they wouldn't cover her fun bags at any point.

"Very good, girl. Is this your first time here or were you sold before? And if so, can you count with your cute silly mind how much it was?" He made sure to let his eyes wander over her bouncing tits to remind her of her place as a piece of meat.

"Yes, this will be my second time, please, Sir. I loved it so much that I wanted to be sold again to a stranger. It is just so exciting to become property and be taught new stuff to serve a man." The pet smiled up at him and was grinding her cunt faster against his leg, remembering all the previous fun she had had at the auction.

"This is really cute and someone will be very happy to buy such an eager cumdump. Now tell me, is there anything you believe a man should know about you? Something that would make a man want to claim you even more?" he asked, and waited for her to think about it. Which could take some time for a cumslut to do.

"Maybe that if he puts his hand around my throat, it's like all my judgment and reasoning disappears. I love when a man does that while he pumps me with his cock. Or when he talks to me. Or just because any reason at all. I feel like falling in love when a man does that to me. Is that a good answer to your question, Sir?" She looked a bit confused and concerned, but still with deeply blushed cheeks, from kneeling naked with a collar around her neck and humping his leg.

"Don't worry, little plaything. That is a very good answer and I will make sure that every bidder will know about it in every detail. So when you are bought, it will be used to increase the fun with you." He chuckled, and wrote it down on the document.

Lyasde nodded, smiling, and was glad that she could be helpful to make it easier to be utilized by a man. It was one of her top priorities. And she was proud of how much she cared to be convenient and useable at any time. After all, it made men splatter more cum on her face when they finished.

"Now, something different and you have to excuse me for asking, it's just a checkbox. Are you three-hole useable, and do you swallow?" he asked without really looking down at the doll, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, of course, I am, Sir. Like, are there girls who are not? Being pounded however a man desires and swallowing his load is totally natural and expected, I feel, like I never met any man or girl who thought otherwise." The toy looked curious and opened her mouth wide with a stuck-out tongue to show him how open and willing she was; just in case he needed proof that she was a good whore like any other interchangeable girl.

"I believe you do. And your face and mouth look very pretty and alluring to drain my balls. Bureaucracy, that's all. Though, it's cute how you don't understand that. It makes me want to fill your empty throat with my hard cock even more." He chuckled and teased the cocksleeve, who was already squirming, needy, on her knees to be filled and used.

"Well, the next question is about ropes and bondage, in general. Just say that you have experience with it. Cute set of holes like you becomes quickly addicted to it. So writing down everything in detail would take too long." He looked over her naked, vulnerable body, making her imagine all the ways she could be bound and kept helpless.

"Yes, totally, Sir. Being tied up is just so lovely. It feels so tight and men spend so much more time with me then. And I get so many more compliments, too." Lyasde giggled and her tits bounced even more, besides from her humping his leg throughout the interview.

"Such a good girl. Maybe your buyer has a nice collection of ropes and devices to help you feel good then. Last questions... do you know how to clean a house and cook? Also, do you have any improvement suggestions for these auctions?" He winked at her and moved his leg to rub against her needy, wet cunt.

"I was taught last time how to clean, but I am not so good at cooking. And for these auctions, maybe, shorter waiting times in here because everything takes so long, Sir. I am already so desperate to obey and get pounded. My body needs to submit and make a cock cum, please." She smiled proudly up to him, telling him her unfiltered feelings.

"It must be hard for you to wait, but it is all in your best interest. You are more fun when you are eager to be toyed with. The audience enjoys a girl who is craving and pleading to be treated like a living Fleshlight. This kind of behavior makes you more valuable. It is what men respect in silly submissive pets like you. So use the waiting time to get even more desperate. Can you promise that, little slut?" He chuckled and finished filling out the document. The doll nodded, promising to keep her tight body on the edge of arousal.

He then motioned her to stand up and to go to the waiting area for the evening. The wizard gave him a sheet of paper with a painting of Lyasde, and the man at the table put it and the document aside for the catalog. He removed the soaking-wet cloth on his feet with a new dry one and ordered the next whore to kneel in front of him. After the preparations were done, the interview started again, with him greeting a new happy, obedient cocksucker.

The waiting area was slowly filling with dolls having done the registration interview. There were lots of dildos in different sizes attached to the walls, the floor and stools. The whores, who had been sold multiple times, used them to warm up for the auction. Others stuffed their holes because they felt so empty.

Male volunteers supervised them to make sure everything was fine, that none of the slaves had an orgasm before the auction, and also to compliment a cocksleeve when she managed to fit in one of the bigger dildos deep inside. A red-haired cumslut was bumping her back against a wall, and was moaning happily as the dildo slowly entered her tight body. She was craving attention, until one of the volunteers acknowledged her achievement.

"Good girl. Show everyone how open and well trained your holes are to bring pleasure to the ones who deserve it. This is what makes you a respected cumdump. Don't forget to tease your hard nipples when you make your tits bounce. And slow down when you are close to cumming. This is a reminder to every one of you. Show what a useable set of holes you are, but don't cum yet. Resist the urge and enjoy the nice feeling of being a good girl. A good girl receives the most pleasure from satisfying a man and being his plaything."

All the highly aroused pets agreed with him and focused on not cumming before allowed to. As the time went on, some sluts were talking to pass the time waiting.

"I have been here for two years now, and even I am still nervous every time because it's so different to be on the stage, to be presented to the audience," a red-haired doll explained to other sluts, while she was squeezing her tits to attract the gaze of a volunteer walking by.

"Are there really so many men there? I have heard about it so I wanted to try it. For me, it is my first time being at the auction," a shorter and teal-haired cocksucker asked in a moaning voice, as she was sitting on a stool with a dildo filling her wet, needy cunt.

"Yes, totally. And the presenter is totally nice to make sure you will feel like a complete object, like nothing compares to how awesome it feels how they treat you. On my first time, my mind totally shut off because I was so overwhelmed with all the men staring at me while I sucked a cock on my knees. I was told to do that to show my skills as a girl. Which is really necessary to do because it helps them to value me correctly. They were all so impressed how I obeyed without thinking or asking a question. Now, whenever I show up for an auction, I am told that I have become addicted to being a commodity for a man. Of all the things men have said to me, that's the best thing that I ever heard," the red-haired whore explained, and increased fondling her body, getting aroused by her own speech.

"Now, I really want to be on stage and to be an object, too. Since I heard about the auction, I can't stop thinking about it. I love being a good object. Once, a merchant stayed in town for a whole week and he fucked me every time he felt like he needed to release some stress. He compared me to a hammer. He said I was stupid like a hammer and I was nothing but a tool to be used. And like a hammer, I only existed for nailing. But unlike a hammer nailing nails, he was nailing me all the time. In his eyes, and how he talked about me to others, I was totally a living Fleshlight. I loved that so much. Since then, I always try my best to be more like an object to men. Because it's so much more fun this way." The teal-haired girl circled her hips faster on the stool with the dildo, and moaned louder.

"I am here from time to time. My first time was overwhelming too, but the presenter can handle that so nicely. He pushed me around like I was a puppet, I didn't need to think. I did not need to do anything on my own. So I couldn't do anything wrong. Last time, I was sold to a tavern. It was like a dream come true. The tavern had so many customers that I always had a hand on my tits or my butt when I was working. It was the best time of my life, with being touched, like, almost all the time. Like even if it was a man slapping my cheeks with his hard cock before he would push it down my throat to serve him.

"The owner really respected me for how gropable my body was, and how easily I let all the men grope me. He even allowed me to spread my legs for the customers. He preferred to fuck my tits and cum on them. From time to time, I still visit him so he can use my fun bags for his pleasure and I can feel is warm cum on my skin," a brown-haired girl with big, round tits told the others, about her first auction; receiving admiration from their pleading eyes, they wanting to be treated the same way.

The other dolls agreed about how good it felt to submit and be used how a man desired. As sex-toys, they all needed this kind of attention constantly to stay happy. It was what made them female and distinguished them from men, who were wise leaders. So everyone was following the laws of nature.

Time went by and the volunteers began to pick cunts for the stages. Whoever was picked, beamed in happiness, and the others couldn't wait for their turn to be presented to all the bidders and be successfully sold as a sex slave.

"Hey dumb cow, you are up next." The volunteer chuckled, as all of the girls from the group he pointed at, turned to him in smiling anticipation.

"Venia, you are the dumb cow I mean. The other dumb cows can keep touching. Now move your udders over here," he chuckled, having playfully reminded the girls of their place.

The blonde slut had a slim body with big tits that really did look like udders. She was hopping to him to make her tits bounce in a nice motion to reward him for his compliments.

"Go to this changing booth and put on these clothes. These will help you look more presentable and fuckable. Everything is fine. I know this is your first time here. You will do great and get sold, believe me. Just looking at you makes my cock hard already. If it wasn't for me volunteering, I would slam you on a table right away. Remind yourself that you are a stupid cunt and you have all the abilities to be a good sextoy." He patted her head, giving her a pink corset and a short pink skirt.

"Yes, Sir. I am a stupid cunt and I have abilities to be a good sextoy." She smiled up at him and repeated it to calm herself down.

The cunt walked in the changing booth and moved the curtain aside to make it easier for the man to watch her put on the clothes. The skirt was easy to put on and so short, it only covered half of her round butt. The corset gave her more trouble and she needed the help of the volunteer.

The man entered the booth without hesitation and squeezed and cupped her tits to look bigger before lacing the pink corset nice and tight. The corset was just there to give a body an hourglass figure and support her tits, her hard nipples were still naked and visible. The doll smiled happily and stood on tiptoes to kiss the cheek of the volunteer thankfully. He chuckled and smacked her butt to send her moving to the stage to be auctioned to a rich man. She giggled happily, and couldn't wait any longer to be displayed and valued like the three-hole sex object she craved to be.

The stage was flooded with spotlights to brighten it up. Venia stumbled around and needed some time to get used to the brightness. A middle-aged man in a black suit, white shirt, with a cane in his hands, stood on the stage next to her. He was welcoming the doll and making an inviting gesture with his arms to the audience. And there was a large audience. Wherever Venia looked, there were seated men watching her body closely. Her body began to shake with her imagination running wild, that all of them could be possible owners of her.

"Look at her. Or maybe, don't. This little set of holes is already squirming to entertain us tonight just by you all looking at her. This cumdump is named Venia, and it is her first time here. To not waste any time, we will start big as you can see she is dressed to impress. Pet, raise your chin and open your mouth wide. Show us what female attributes mean." The presenter smiled down at her and talked in a deep voice.

Venia obeyed him before realizing what was happening around her. She was still confused and overwhelmed with the size of the crowd of bidders. The presenter guided the clean and polished wooden cane to her face and let it slide in her mouth and down her throat. With all the spotlights directed at the stage, he moved the shiny cane effortlessly down her throat; pushing her shoulder, she twirled around with her head facing up to the ceiling and the cane down her throat.

The men observed the show and applauded the plaything for her entrance. The short skirt allowed them to see her lower body from all sides in all its inviting glory. The corset was pushing and squeezing her fun bags to catch any gaze from the men. Her hard nipples stood out as she was spinning like a puppet on a pole; the pole being a cane being held above her head by the presenter and with only half of it visible.

The applause continued even after the presenter pulled the cane out of her throat and mouth. Venia was confused as to why they were so impressed. The cane was long and the man kept it in her throat for a while, but it wasn't that thick in size. And men filled her throat in a daily fashion. So she wondered what had happened that was so unusual to impress the men that much. The presenter brought her focus back to him by complimenting her.