Auction for Breeders

Twenty minutes later, I was feeling increasingly scared and physically uncomfortable. Everything that had happened since I woke up was sinking in and the adrenaline was giving way to a dread I'd never experienced before. I still had no idea how I'd ended up in this version of hell.

I heard footsteps along the hall before the doors swung open again and two men in black walked in. One was easily the biggest man I've ever seen. His thick neck gave way to a bald, tattooed scalp and his face was adorned with a cruel scowl. Everything about him screamed aggression and rage. He stomped behind the bed without looking at me. The other man was smaller, almost short. His slicked back blonde hair gave him a greasy look and he cracked his knuckles as he approached me on the bed.

"Well, well, well. What a fine prize." He smirked, looking over my naked body with visible hunger. "Doc says you're a real specimen. I can't wait to see which of our buyers snaps you up tonight."

"Please, let me go," I whispered, looking up at him. He laughed.

"Oh you stupid slut, why on earth would I do something like that?"

"I'm a person! A human being. You can't sell me."

"I think you'll find I can. You're going to make me a richer man tonight, little breeder. Whoever buys you is going to have fun filling you up with cum."

Stepping closer, he ran a hand up my thigh and cupped my pussy, making me gasp. He thrust his middle finger straight into me, pumping lazily while staring me down. Slowly pulling his finger out, he made a show of licking it. Then he leaned down and licked my face, from my chin to my forehead.

"Delicious," he said, with a cruel smile.

Tears sprang up in my eyes and the big guy walked back into view, holding a cloth. Without warning, he clamped it over my face and everything went dark.

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I knew I'd been moved before I opened my eyes. The hospital gown was gone and I could feel an unfamiliar bra digging into my skin. I took a deep, shuddering breath as I opened my eyes and looking around the new room. There were five other women sitting in the space, all of us looking equally groggy and terrified. No one was making eye contact and everyone was trussed up in cheap lingerie. The bra I'd been stuffed into was too small and my breasts were nearly spilling out of the top. A black thong was wedged firmly in my ass and as I wriggled, I remembered the plug still firmly lodged in my tender hole.

Half an hour passed with the girls all sitting in silence, staring at the floor. Then the slicked back blonde appeared with a clipboard and my stomach dropped through the floor. This was really happening.

"Lot 40, you're up first," he called, pulling a petite Asian girl up by the elbow. She started crying and wailing as he dragged her out of the room. The rest of us looked around at each other, fear written all over our faces.

Five minutes passed and then he reappeared. "Lot 40 went to the Russians," he announced. "She'll be squirting out footsoldiers for the Bratva before you know it," he laughed. "Lot 41, you're up!"

One by one the girls were dragged away. Lot 41, a redhead with tumbling curls, went to a man with "peculiar tastes". Lot 42, a striking woman with braids down to her ass, went to three brothers. The blonde man gleefully shared their fates as he collected us. Lot 43, a delicate blonde with elfin looks, was sold onto a couple of rich socialites from New York. And Lot 44, whose wails I could hear ringing in my ears long after she was pulled away, was sold to a billionaire for his 'pussy collection'. That just left me.

"You're up, lot 45," he said, with a cruel smile. "Not many buyers left. But something tells me you're going to do well for me."

He dragged me out along a dark corridor and seconds later, I was thrust onto a stage under bright lights. I blinked and I staggered in the stilettos that I'd been forced into.

"Lot 45, our final lot, was sourced in the Midwest," came a loud voice over the speakers. "As you can see, she's a natural blonde with wide hips for birthing. Her all natural tits are a generous weight, with responsive nipples and a good sensitivity to pain. We will start the bidding at $500k."

I stood there frozen, squinting into the lights. I could make out several men in the audience of what I could only assume was a strip club. But it was too dark for me to see faces.

Bids started rolling in and my panic began to rise. Loud voices were calling increasingly high numbers but all of it was drowned out by the roaring in my eyes.

"SOLD! To the gentlemen at table 15, for $950k!"

Before I knew it, I was jerked off the stage by the blonde man and shoved in the direction of a table of men. They were six of them all together, of various ages, but the ring leader appeared to be an older man with cruel eyes, thinning hair, and a sharp nose. His shirt strained over a large gut and his ruddy complexion had a sheen of sweat over it. He was breathing heavily, licking his lips as he looked me up and down.

"Let me get a good look at you darlin'," he said, as the blonde pushed me close. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my left tit, squeezing harshly. "Nice. Very nice. We have big plans for you, little one. Big plans. But for now, we'll be celebrating our little win right here. Boys, remember to take turns."

I was then shoved from behind, ending up sprawled over the table right in front of him. His hands grabbed my wrists and held down, my chest squashed flat to the table as I was bent over. Fear took over as one of the men came and stood directly behind me. He pulled the thong down my legs and left me naked and exposed.

"Well will you look at that! Bitch is wearing a plug. If you're so keen on stretching out that asshole, I'll gladly give you a hand." He said, and landed a sharp smack right on the end of the plug. It jolted into me, sending a spark to my clit. Shame coursed through my body, as he twisted and wiggled the plug in my ass and my body twitched and jerked. The unmistakeable sound of a zip was my only warning before he ripped the plug out. He spat on my gaping hole and seconds later, I felt a burning sensation as he shoved his dick into my ass. I cried out as the sensation overwhelmed me. It burned so much. It was a sense of fullness I'd never known before. He held me still for a moment then grabbed my hips and began fucking me with a punishing rhythm.

"She's so tight," he said to the others, between pants. "I can barely fit my cock in!"

"Won't be like that by the time I'm done with her," laughed one of the others.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to stop the tears from leaking out. I was being used and abused by a stranger, held down by another man. With a strangled cry, the man in my ass froze and shuddered, filling my body with cum. I sagged in relief as he pulled out however one of the others stepped into his place moments later. This time I felt a thicker cock pushing at my hole and the torment began again.

The cum from the first guy made things slippery and soon the burning pain has subsided into something different. I was still being abused and tortured but the building ache in my belly was feeling less and less like a hurt and more like a need. I panted as the second guy increased his speed and shot his load into me.

"She's going to be shitting nothing but our cum for days," he laughed, smacking my ass as he pulled his softening dick out.

By the time the third one shoved his cock in, my legs were beginning to shake. The copious cum was acting like lube and my muscles had finally relaxed around the brutal fucking.

"Uh oh, I think she's starting to enjoy herself," he crowed, pumping his cock into me. "What sort of whore comes around her rapist's cock?" he said. My cheeks flamed with shame and I bit my tongue to try and keep myself under control. He laughed cruelly, and then reached around and pinched my clit. I gasped as jolts of pleasure shot through me and I was hit by a body shuddering orgasm. Shame hit me like a tsunami.

They men all laughed as my body twitched and jerked and he filled my ass with its third lot of cum.

"Anyone else want a turn?" the older man said, casting an eye around the pub. He continued to hold my wrists in a steely grip. "Feel free to come admire her gaping hole, filled with my boys' cum."

No one else stepped forward so he nodded to someone I couldn't see behind me and I felt the plug go back into my ruined asshole. I barely felt it as my body sucked it back into place.

"Can't have you spilling any of our precious cum in the Range Rover, little one," he said, looking down at me. "It's time to go to your new home. You're going to love The Farm."

My body gave out as they carried me out of the club and towards a car, to whatever awaited me at The Farm.

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