Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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In my sector on the first day of February all the girls who have turned 18 are gathered up to be sold at auction. It is my turn, and I am gathered with a handful of girls to get on a truck that will bring us to our new masters and homes. I am not the prettiest, there are tall slender girls with long hair who will fetch a higher price than me, but I am not the ugliest either. I will fare decently as far as getting my keepers a good price. We arrive at the processing center, and are all stripped and given collars. Mine is a large leather collar denoting me as a service slave. The tall pretty girls get metal collars, they will be sold as pets or decoration pieces, and the girls lower than me get heavy chain collars showing they are breeders. They will keep our society going, bearing children for those who want progeny. We are then cleaned, scrubbed, and dolled up to look our best. When we are sparkly and new, they parade us onto the platform one by one to be sold. The auctions are quick, bids are taken both by in person customers and via online participation. The first girl, tall, slender, long straight blond hair, sells for a huge sum, but halfway through there is a break in selling as she is returned to the docket, her new master did not have the promised sums. She is shamed by this, and ends up being sold at half price as a service slave. By the time it's my turn all the metal collar girls have gone, and half the leather collar girls have also been sent off. Behind me are two more leather collars, and three chain collars.
I walk onto the stage; the lights are blinding and I feel dizzy going from the shadowed darkness to the blazing spotlight. The man at the podium grabs my arm and steadies me, turning to the crowd. I see some blurred faces, but the audience is dark so it's hard to make anything out.
"5'3" with short brown hair, 32D breasts, this one's a steal starting at 860." He said into the mic. Lights on the panel on the lectern started turning green as bids came in.
"Can I get 900?" He asked. He lifted my arms to give a better view of my tits. "950?" He turned me around and bent me over, giving them a view of my ass. "Jeepers, folks, she's a real find, how about 1,000?" He asked. That put me at the lower end of a pet slave's price, and I felt pride that I could garner so much. "We have a big of 1,500." He announced. "It looks like a bidding war, we're at 2,000." He reached over and spread my asscheeks to give a peek of my holes. "This here's entirely unused, you get to break her in." He said. "We're at 5,000!" He seemed flabbergasted. I was too, that was pushing it for my status. I looked over and saw two green lights, so it was just two men fighting over me. Me? What did I have that was worth fighting over? "Looks like we're capping it at 5,000. Going once, twice, sold!" He announced. I was led off stage to have my tag adjusted. A large metal tab was affixed to my thick leather collar and I was made to sit with the girls already bought. The blond girl was weeping softly and someone near her rubbed her back comfortingly. I was swollen with pride, she, a metal collar, had been debased to my status and I had risen to her place. I earned enough to be a metal collar, no matter what happened, I could hold my head high.
When the auction was complete the girls began being sent to their respective new homes one by one. I was sent to a sleek black car. I got in the back seat and was driven in silence to my new home. Upon arrival, I was told by the driver to go inside and wait for further instructions. I obeyed, of course. I was naked other than my collar, and the cool floor chilled me, but I stood there waiting. What seemed like an eternity passed before a man came downstairs. He was tall and broad shouldered, with a sharp jaw and neatly trimmed black hair. He did not seem to notice me, or if he did, did not acknowledge me. He unbuttoned the sleeves of his white button up shirt and began rolling up his sleeves. He wore black slacks and a black belt with a silver buckle that I wanted to fall on my knees and pry open. I wanted to know what cock I would be servicing for the rest of my time as his slave. When his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he turned to me, his cool grey eyes swept over me for a moment.
"I spent $5,000 on you." He said, staring at me, I felt like I should shrink back, shy away, but I just wanted to dive into his arms. He was around a foot taller than me, and I felt small, meek, but I stared at him, waiting. "You will call me master. You will be available to please me when I desire it. You will be allowed to clean yourself once a day. You will stay by my side." He said.
"Yes master." I nodded. He reached forward and ruffled my hair.
"Good." He said, not smiling. I lowered my head to give him more access to my hair, and to hide my beaming face. "I'm done work for today, so we're going to do some work." He turned and walked back up the stairs. I followed him, curiously. He led me to a spare bedroom in the house, and sat on the end of the bed.
"Take my clothes off, start with the shoes." He said. I dropped to my knees and untied his shoes, taking the off one by one and putting them next to each other before pulling his socks off. Next, I unbuckled his belt, he moved his hand to my head and rubbed my hair gently as I pulled his belt off. He took it, in his free hand as I undid his pants and slid them off. I could see his cock, beginning to stir in his boxers, and hooked my fingers on the elastic. A slap rang out and I froze, whimpering.
"The shirt first." He said. I bit my lip to hold back tears, my ass burned, and I heard his hand tighten around the belt. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off him. He returned to petting my hair. "Good." He said softly. Again, I hooked my fingers on his boxers, more hesitantly this time. He allowed me to pull them off, revealing his member. I stared at it, licking my lips. He stood, and I flinched, expecting another hit. "Bend over the bed." He said. I obeyed, feeling his hand move to massage the spot he'd hit. I sighed as he groped the flesh, it felt good. He used the belt to bind my hands together behind my back. I didn't know what he was doing, as his hands had left my body, but a moment later I realized. He buried his nose and face in my pussy, tongue probing, his fingers roughly pulled on my pussy to spread the lips, allowing him deeper entry. He nibbled and sucked and flicked his tongue in and out. I tried to choke back a moan and he slapped my ass. Yelping I jolted, and he pushed a finger into my pussy. "I want to hear you." He said. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, out of the bed. "Doesn't this feel good?" He asked as his finger pumped in and out of me.
"Yes master." I said, trying to buck my hips into his hand. He let go of my hair and rubbed circles on my back, it felt nice.
"Good." He said, hand moving down to massage the burning part of my ass as his finger curled in me. I moaned and arched my back. "Good." He repeated. Slowly he slid a second finger in and began strumming my clit with his other hand. I was drooling on the bed as mewls and moans spilled from my lips. I felt a wall building inside me. He added a third finger and my body tensed.
"Master-" I was trying to hold it back.
"Cum." He ordered. I exploded onto his hand, feeling my body tremble and clench at his fingers. He slowed down and when I was done slid out. I looked over my shoulder at him, eyes hazy, mind blank.
"Thank you master." I said weakly.
