For the next several months I was a busy little slave girl. My mistress kept me on a very regimented schedule. I rose early and hit the gym and the pool. My meager diet was just barely enough to keep me in protein and basic nutrients to keep me from passing out. Good news is that my weight was finally down to the goal of 85 pounds and my body was solid as could be. Not an ounce of fat clung to my bones. Every rib could be counted. No longer even an A cup. Just a couple of nipples on the flat chested hairless waif. Tuck my hair up in a baseball cap, sans makeup and I could walk down the street topless and be mistaken as a teenage boy looking for a pickup basketball game.
My asshole boss was getting his daily blow jobs and I his steady diet of semen. The only plus side of this situation was that I was keeping up on my fellatio skills in case I'd ever need them again. Up to this point he had not escalated my payments by bringing in others or requiring me to let him do additional dirty things to me. Sometimes I kind of wish he would make me do more but that's the loathsome side of me craving depravity. Be careful what you wish for though, learned that the hard way many times before. I think the boss realized that I did have an ace in the hole and could make his work life difficult if I ever raised the issue with the HR department.
Sometimes at night as I lay in my cage I wonder if this is what I really want from life. Then I remember that I am worthless and should count my lucky stars that I have such a wonderful mistress to dom over me and keep me in my place. Abby seems to be happy at least she appears to be but then again I've never been the best at reading people. When I sit on the sidelines and watch the two of them make love almost daily I feel happy for her. Abby has also developed some mad skills with A/V equipment. She is normally the one behind the camera filming our scenes. She maintains the websites and runs Chelsea's mini financial empire. Chelsea is driving around town in the new Tesla and has a wardrobe to die for. I on the other hand have my over sized tee shirts (two of them,) and my work outfits that make me look like a boy and on a good day a butch dyke.
Of course there are the fetish outfits that are chosen for me and I always have a new pair of Victoria Secret panties to wear each day for the pantie pervs who have a steady waiting list. The price is now a minimum of a hundred dollars for a freshly worn pair.
For the past several months Chelsea has had me trained in butt plugs. I started with the small and now can easily wear the large one all day at work. It's a pretty flush mounted acrylic plug which doesn't protrude, only myself and of course my mistress knows it's there. I will soon come to realize that the reasoning behind her increasing the sizes of the plugs would not be something I would become fond of. It's fair to say that I have a constant gape of my ass hole which will actually come in handy this particular weekend.
It was Friday afternoon late and I reported to my bosses apartment like I have for the previous thirty something weeks. It was like autopilot. Blowjob before work, rough throat fuck after work, then home to resume my servitude there. I was quick to realize that upon being let in that this would be no ordinary Friday. There in the living room sat two other men, friends of the boss. Didn't know such a dick had friends. Not sure if he invited them or if they had just stopped by but was soon to realize that I would be servicing three cocks. I was assumed. He didn't even have to ask or tell. I just understood that I was now about to be triple teamed.
In the next hour I was throat fucked by all three of them and then the round robin began as my plug was removed and the men took turns filling all of my worthless holes. After some double penetration action he knew that he was pressing his luck with my schedule and that my mistress would not be pleased so he sent me on my way. I had sperm oozing out of my ass and pussy because bare back is the way they rolled. Chelsea said that she would deal with the boss man later and made me hit the showers as she too was expecting some guest that evening.
My mind was spinning as I entered the shower. I collapsed in a heap on the floor as the water beat down on me, sobbing big tears as I was laying on the floor in the fetal position. Not sure how long I was like that before Abby came to my rescue and helped me clean myself up and told me to shake it off. Shake it off. Yes I'll do just that. I shook it off and gathered myself, beating myself up in my mind for being weak. I put on my clean tee shirt, ran a brush through my hair and hurried to the kitchen to prepare dinner for my mistress and her sub. I didn't eat that night because I was just weighed in at exactly 85 pounds and didn't want to risk gaining even a pound. Besides I had close to a half billion sperm swimming around in my belly so that would sustain me for the evening.
I was sent to the bedroom as Chelsea's guests arrived. Abby prepared me for what I was soon to find out was a slave auction. After taking a pic with the days panties to fulfill another order for the pantie pervs, Abby inserted my plug back into my butt hole. I had shackles connecting my ankles and another set binding my wrists together in front of me. A collar was put around my neck and then a leash that Abby used to parade me out to the living room. Playing on the 120" television that was mounted to the wall was a compilation of me in action. No sound but many different scenes of me doing very dirty things to many different people and groups. I caught a glimpse but realized that this was not fun and games, not even typical scene type action but instead it would be an actual slave sale. I would be sold to one of these people and my rights turned over to them for a specified time.
The three took turns looking me over close up. Lifting up my shirt, running their hands over my naked body as the hairs stood at attention at the touch of these total strangers. The Brazilian lady finger fucked my already moist pussy and then shoved her fingers into my mouth for cleaning. The older gentleman creeped me out as he was breathing heavily as he groped my ass and felt up my non existent breasts.
Chelsea announced the terms of the auction. 36 hours, my hard limits specified. The three participants began low and were soon into the thousands of dollars. The third paddle holder backed out at 7 grand and soon the last two standing had changed to 500 dollar increments and the final selling price was 12,500 dollars. The Brazilian lady would own me for the next 36 hours to do with me as she saw fit. The gentleman was not pleased but evidently had reached his spending limit. As the other two people left Chelsea prepared the sales contract and collected her cash. Abby would accompany me to document the experience for our archive and the consent non consent website agreeing to share the proceeds with the Brazilian.
Soon I was being led away by Abby, leash attached. We got into the stranger' car and within an hour were being led into her massive house out in the country. There were several other women there already who cheered and cat called as we entered. They were all Brazilian mostly late twenties early thirties. Fairly attractive and all dressed in either lingerie or bikini's. They did not waste any time moving in on me, kissing up on me and feeling me up and down as Abby set up the cameras on the tripods. Plugging them in. The room was a large family room complete with a bar, large screen tv, pool table, all the toys you'd want in your play room. There was a large square heavy duty table between two leather couches. Beneath the table was a large canvass covering the wood floor. Off to the side, was a home made saw horse type of a contraption. It was made for bdsm play. There was leather across the wide top, and along the sides was more leather covered rails that would hold your legs as you were laid out across the saw horse. That would be for later though.
