Birthday Gift

BIRTHDAY GIFT 2

I look at the number on the screen for a few seconds, and then I close them tightly, leaving my mind blank trying to imagine that I'm not here, hoping that when I open them again all this was just a bad dream and I'm in your room hugging you, waiting for you to fuck me and bring me to orgasm.

When I open my eyes again, I realize that I have not had a bad dream, I am living a nightmare that seems to get worse every moment.

About twenty naked slave girls, with only the collar and shackles worn by the slave girls belonging to the administration, enter the room, giving me to understand that what I have just experienced has been a real auction. The slave girls divide into pairs, each of them approaching one of the young women on display in the room.

As the pair of slave girls assigned to me approaches, I begin to glimpse my future, and I can't help but notice the metal collar that adorns her body, completely smooth and without any adornment other than a ring to attach a strap and a bar code engraved in black and that will match the bar code that the slave girl has engraved at the base of her back.

Aside from the collar and shackles, both slave girls have their nipples and clitoris pierced, with simple metal rings, very different from the elaborate jewelry I have observed on some of the slave girls I have seen in the places you have taken me.

The next half hour, all of us girls who have just been sold, are washed by the assigned slave girls, and as they are finished with them, they are picked up by their new owners. Some are simply washed with sponges and then dried, while others are smeared with oils until their bodies glow under the lights of the room, oils that seeing the reaction of the girls also serve another purpose.

Both the young woman next to me, a red-haired beauty of just over eighteen kneeling on the floor with her hands tied behind her back, and I receive the full treatment, washing, drying, though before they anoint my body with the oils, one of the slave girls kneels between my legs to shave the narrow strip of hair that adorns my pubis.

I let out a small grunt of protest as they begin to spread the oil over my skin, all of it seems to burn, though only for a few seconds, then I feel a strange sensation, and any touch of the slave girls' fingers, even the air conditioning in the room caressing my skin causes my arousal to spike again.

I knew that the oils make the waxing permanent, it is becoming more and more common for free women to use them to forget the hassles of waxing, what I didn't know is that it also served as an aphrodisiac to make the slave girls horny.

When the two slave girls move away from me I am on the verge of orgasm, eager for any touch that will make me cum, not caring absolutely about the situation I am in.

Suddenly my heart races even faster, and it's not from excitement, it's from seeing you appear through the door of the room and approach me. I knew it had all been a game, now you're going to take me home and fuck me, and I'm going to cum like I've never cum before.

My joy lasts only a few seconds, the time it takes you to get to the young girl tied to my side and stand next to her, take your hand to her pussy and start masturbating her, the young girl tries to resist your touch, as if she doesn't want to be touched by a man, the problem is that the excitement caused by the oils makes it inevitable that she reaches orgasm, although that does not make you stop and continue masturbating her.

You begin to play with the young girl, bringing her to the edge again and again, stopping when she is about to cum. You've played that way with me many times, and I've held out for over half an hour before begging you to let me cum, but barely five minutes have passed before the young redhead is tearfully pleading with you.

You make her beg several times before you let her cum, then you pull your fingers out of her pussy and into her mouth, you don't need to tell her anything so that despite the embarrassment coloring her face red, she opens her mouth and one after another cleans your fingers of her orgasm juices,

Finally you approach me, and without saying a word to me you take your fingers to my pussy, I let out an intense moan and my whole body shudders, soon I have three fingers moving in and out of my pussy, moving inside me while your thumb caresses my clitoris.

It takes you barely a minute to bring me to orgasm, an orgasm just as intense or even more intense than the one I had when you removed my blindfold and I saw where I was.

"This is going to be an amazing night!" I say to you before you pull your fingers out of my pussy and just as you have done with the redhead take them into my mouth for me to clean them.

Running your fingers down my body, causing despite the orgasm I just had my whole body to shudder, you position yourself behind me, kissing me on the neck as you pull down your pants.

"I know the woman who bought you and gave me permission to fuck you one last time;" you say in my ear as you grab my hips and thrust into me.

I let out a scream, which I don't know if it is a product of the words you just said to me or of the violent penetration. You have always fucked me softly and slowly, now you are fucking me like I have always fantasized you were doing, I notice how you pull out of my pussy almost completely to penetrate me again all at once, taking your cock deeper and deeper into my pussy, causing a strange mixture of pleasure and pain in my body, which finally ends in a new orgasm just when you cum in my pussy.

"Clean the cum from her pussy and don't stop masturbating her until they come to collect her;" you order the two slave girls as you approach the redhead, hook a gold chain to her collar and pull it once the slave girls release her from her restraints.

At no time have you ever looked me in the face or called me by name, you have completely ignored me, as if I did not exist, as if I were an unknown slave girl like the ones I have seen you fuck at some party, something that since I am now a slave girl is true. I watch as you leave the room and my world falls apart, after all the movement of the last two hours, the room is now empty, only me and the two slave girls who have bathed me are left waiting for my new owner to come and pick me up.

Gradually even the lights in the room go out, only a small light over my head and the huge screen on the wall are left on, suddenly I feel the hands of the slave girls on my body, but they are not washing me as before, they are caressing me, and soon while one of them starts kissing my nipples, the other kneels between my legs and takes her mouth to my pussy, inserting her tongue inside to obey your orders and clean any remaining semen from inside me.

I have made out with several of my girlfriends and on a couple of occasions we have ended up naked caressing each other, but without going any further, it was all just a game of girlfriends with a few too many drinks, but I have never really felt attracted to a woman. Now instead two women, two slave girls are taking me to a new orgasm, playing with my body and causing me sensations that neither you nor any of the other lovers I've had have been able to give me.

After the slave girls take me to two new and intense orgasms, I try to evade the pleasure, and I look back at the screen, at my picture and my asking price, right next to me is the picture of the young woman you have just taken and her asking price: $100,000. During these months you have always told me you didn't want a slave girl, now you have one and it's not me, you got rid of me and on top of that you made $150,000 doing it.

"That's enough!" sounds a sweet, yet firm female voice in front of me. "This slave will never cum again without my permission;" adds the voice coming closer to me, hooking a leather strap to the ring of my collar.

When I move my head and see the person in front of me, I am completely paralyzed, despite everything that has happened since I arrived at your apartment, the night still holds one last surprise for me: the young woman in front of me is incredibly similar to me, we could practically be twins, in other circumstances anyone who saw us could easily confuse us.

In other circumstances, but not now, now I am a naked slave girl with an oiled and sweaty body after three orgasms, while she wears an elegant black silk dress worth three thousand dollars, an insignificant price compared to the luxurious jewels she wears adorning her entire body.