-- continued from Marti's Wager --
The uniformed men leaned over Marti's bound body. They loosed each of the four shackles, one each on her wrists and ankles. She was not sure if she was allowed to stand. Her muscles were sore anyway, from being tied over the bench for the entire night.
She only assumed it was morning. She was hungry but was not sure she was allowed to ask the men for anything to eat. Slowly she began to raise herself from the bench. The men did nothing. Said nothing. She felt her nakedness. She could only imagine that the men were watching her. One stood behind her. She imagined what a comfortable view of her naked figure he had.
Once to her feet, Marti, instinctively covered her groin with her hand and brought her arm across her ample breasts. She expected to be scolded for hiding her self. After all, she lost the wager and was now merely property. She lowered her head trying not to make eye contact. The embarrassment was already nearly unbearable. These men knew exactly what her situation was, but she knew nothing about them.
They saw her standing naked trying to hide herself. She didn't even know if one of these men was her new owner. She only knew that if either one of them told her to do anything, she would comply with out question, no matter how degrading or how difficult. She expected them to order her to debase herself in some unimaginable manner.
Perhaps, to gratify one of them. Or to kneel or confess obedience. Marti, wanted them to say something, but was afraid of what it might be. The men said nothing. They only pointed the way. She understood she must walk in the direction indicated.
Her head hung down as she put one foot in front of the other. The hand hiding her pussy rubbed against each thigh as she walked. She felt as embarrassed by this as she would have felt putting her hand to her side and allowing her shaved vulva to be exposed, but she could not find the courage to remove her hand which only futilely covered her naked pussy.
The walk was only a few hundred feet. Daylight was shining brightly through a large open doorway. This must have been the back entrance to the very stylish club she had entered the night before. The club where she bet her freedom against a fortune. She thought about the money that had only last night been laying on the floor in front of her. She remembered waiting for the toss of the die.
Now she was being walked naked by two uniformed guards. As they approached the doorway, the beach became visible. The beach was populated by numerous tourists. The bar at which she and her fellow contestant had agreed to meet last night after Marti wins her bet, was at the far end of this same beach.
As the three walked closer to the doorway, it became apparent to Marti that no modesty would be accommodated her as she was led toward the tourists enjoying the sunlight and sand. She wondered if these men were going to walk her right out onto the beach. She wondered if she was allowed to protest or even ask a question. Instead she reacted instinctively. Her hand clutched her pussy more tightly, and she pressed her arm against her tits harder.
Her own reaction embarrassed her. She knew these protections would not stop the stares from the tourists, and she knew that everyone knew of the club and the nature of the monthly wagers that took place there. Marti reasoned that two men walking a naked woman down the beach would not be unusual.
None the less, she clutched her exposed genitals just as tightly. At the opening of the door way, a smartly dressed man stood with a folder and a briefcase. He was shuffling through the folder for papers.
"Good morning gentlemen. I am Rufus Dresden, representative of Charles Miter, this slave's owner. I am sure you will find these papers in order." The men coarsely browsed the papers. They showed little concern for their authenticity and seemingly with out challenge, motioned that she should accompany the gentleman.
"Guard's, has the slave demonstrated any uncooperative tendencies?"
"No sir" The guard responded. "She seems docile. Look at the way she is clutching her twat." Marti's embarrassment became palpable at the sound of those words. The three men stopped talking to watch her readjust herself. They watched her turn her head downward and the obvious signs of her unbearable humiliation.
"They don't come more docile than that, and not a word from her. I think her owner made a good bet. Wouldn't mind renting her for an evening either. Nice tits. Great ass. Needs a bath though. She's been tied all night. Not been cleaned. You know,... the usual."
"Thank you guards. I am sure I can take it from here." Dr. Dresden studied Marti for a minute as the two guards took their leave, undoubtedly to fetch the next losing contestant to her new owner.
"Given name ... Marti? I see. ... Your new owner has chosen the name Pussy for you. You will answer to Pussy during your year of service, and you can drop your hands to your side. You look ridiculous. Besides, 'round here, many of the tourists come solely for the views of naked slaves. Do you understand?"
Marti looked at him trying to answer him and find the courage to remove her hands from her tits and pussy. "Yes I understand. What shall I call you?"
"I am Dr. Dresden. I am taking possession of you and I will evaluate you before you are shipped to Mr. Miter. Are you hungry?"
"Yes, very. Can I have something to eat and drink. I am very thirsty... Shipped?!"
The Dr. was not responsive to Marti's concerns. "That's later, you will have worse to deal with shortly. I suggest you stay focused. As for food, just walk with me. There is a little bar that serves breakfast down the beach. I can complete my examination of you there as well. Come along."
Marti had just now reconciled herself with the reality of being led down a public beach to a public bar. She was not sure how she would react. She only knew that she would put one foot in front of the other and deal with the feelings one at a time. Now, hearing of an examination also, Marti's mouth gaped open. After the thought of being examined at the public bar fully registered in her mind, the naked walk on the beach seemed like nothing. She had forgotten her concerns about being shipped altogether.
She noticed that she had still not uncovered her genitals. Her hand was still cupping her cunt.
"Come along now. Don't delay." The Dr. had already taken a few steps toward the beach, while Marti was digesting her immanent humiliation. She was still working all this out in her mind, picturing herself walking the beach, her flesh on display for the entertainment of tourists. She moved her hands to her sides, allowing her breasts to fall to their natural full and pert position. Her nipples riding high. Her brown protruding pussy lips now exposed to the bright sun with each step.
The open air bar was in sight. Marti considered simply running away from the Dr., but where would she go? She had no papers. No passport. She saw her own passport and ID in the Drs. folder. She knew her obligation. She certainly would not have wanted the money to be taken away from her if she had won. She continued walking toward the bar, undaunted by the tourist's stares.
The bar was the very same one at which, she had asked her fellow contestant to wait for her last night. Last night Marti knew losing was possible but her new friend had just won and that seemed very encouraging. What had not even crossed her mind was that she might still meet her new friend again but as the loser she was now.
"Take a seat over there while I order you breakfast and water." Sitting, felt very good to Marti. It afforded her some modesty. Only her tits were obvious. A display the couple sitting at the next table was only too happy to enjoy.
"Look hunny, I think she is one of those slaves. She isn't allowed to dress."
"Bob, she can hear you!"
"Baby, it doesn't matter. She is a slave. Watch. ---- Hey, slave. You can't stop us from looking at you. Can you? You have to sit there naked. Don't you?"
Marti knew all that was true. She was told to sit. She must sit, but did she have to answer these tourists, who were making fun of her? She didn't know. "Yes. You are right. I have to sit here naked."
