Sophie lay spreadeagled, handcuffed and exposed on a table in Betdaily's warehouse. She had just been fucked within an inch of her life by an unknown, beautiful assailant.
She felt a wave of pleasure as she saw her value tick up from £27 500 to £30 200. Her hunch that the auctioneer wanted her to play along in the violent assaults on her body was right.
But £30 200 still wasn't enough. With a sense of trepidation, Sophie realised that she was less than an hour into the 24-hour free-for-all that was designed to market her body for Saturday's auction.
Her body, and particularly her pussy, badly needed respite from the onslaught it had just experienced. But if she was going to release George from his debts, she needed to be violated repeatedly and creatively, and she needed those violations to entice the auctioneer to raise her guide price further.
So it was with both a shudder of trepidation and a tingle of anticipation that Sophie looked around to see no fewer than four groups advancing on her trapped, defenceless body.
Over the course of the next few hours, every one of those groups and many, many more took what they wanted from her. At some point Sophie's panties were ripped off her legs, and her bra was torn to shreds. The cocks and pussies she was forced to suck and lick had become a blur before her eyes, and the attacks on her pussy had gone beyond painful towards a state of disturbing bliss.
One particular scene had been etched into her memory, to be replayed endlessly in her own mind and verbally once she was eventually reunited with her husband George.
A group of 7 men had advanced upon her wordlessly. To Sophie's surprise, the first thing that they had done was to release her bonds. Her relief/disappointment at being released from her position of submission were short-lived, as one of the men held up a halter that he swiftly strapped around Sophie's neck.
The harness had two short chains that ended in handcuffs, which held Sophie's hands and arms just below her face as she was lying on her front. Two more cuffs were attached to Sophie's ankles, and those cuffs were attached to adjustable cords that in turn were attached to the neck halter. As the man tightened the cords, Sophie's ankles were draw up and out so that she was lying on her stomach with her knees bend back and outwards, exposing her pussy and ass in the worst way to the whole group, and to anyone else watching in the warehouse.
Sophie couldn't turn her head to look behind her at the group of assailants, but she could hear their comments about her body (or, more specifically, about her exposed holes):
"Look at that asshole. I hear it has only ever been violated once. I bet she's begging for it to be fucked so hard."
"I'm going to ram my cock so hard into that pussy that she can't walk afterwards. I can see it dripping and ready for me from here."
Sophie had long since compartmentalised the part of her brain that would hear these comments and be outraged. Her every effort was focused on raising her guide price, and so her attention was split between enjoying the impact that this debasement would have on the auctioneer's predictions of her worth and desperately wanting the men to follow through on the rape threats they were issuing.
She wasn't disappointed on either count.
As the group moved in, with no warning she felt three fingers ram themselves into her pussy, and another into her ass. Just at the same time, a cock was thrust into her mouth and once again she felt every hole was filled.
But fingers weren't enough for her, and she moaned for cock in all three holes (convincing the cameras that this was a moan of protest about her body being violated once more, though this was far from the truth). Her moans were answered shortly afterwards, with cock after cock in every hole. She came again and again, drinking down every new source of cum, and relishing the feeling of the fluid flowing out of her asshole, down to her pussy and pooling with more and different fluids there.
Too soon, though, the violation was over, and Sophie felt a now familiar buzzing in her pussy. It was the auctioneer's call, made through the vibrator clamped over her clit and g-spot.
The group must have been informed about the demand for Sophie to attend the auctioneer too, as she was released from her bonds and the group melted away.
On shaky legs, and with cum leaking from every hole, Sophie stood up and looked around for the source of the buzzing. The predatory look of the auctioneer pierced right through her, electrifying her erogenous zones as it did so. He was standing outside his office, motionless but with a look that made clear she would be no safer with him than with the gang that had just debased her so thoroughly.
Utterly exposed, body covered in ropes of cum, she walked across the warehouse under his dangerous gaze. As she arrived in his office, he closed the door, turned a key in the lock and pocketed the key.
"You have done well, young slut" the auctioneer growled. "We have enough material to entice even the most depraved bidder. They are always the ones willing to go the extra mile to secure their prey at the auction, and so I am confident that you will reach the guide price you are aiming for."
Sophie felt a rush of endorphins release through her body as she saw her bracelet tick up to 35500. That meant her enslavement was likely worth enough to release George from his debts. This was what she had sucked and fucked for over the past few days. A wave of gratitude swept over her as she looked up at the predator in front of her. But what could she offer this man that he hadn't already taken from her?
