Over My Limit Ch 03 The Sale

"Very well," said the inspector, "I have all the data I need. You'll be taken to pre-sale holding momentarily."

She gave me one more look up and down, then added, "If the brothel that buys you is here in town, maybe I'll get my husband a voucher for his birthday - I bet he'd enjoy you. Good luck, and remember, tits up!."

With that she exited the room, leaving me strapped in the chair, most of the sensors still stuck to my skin, and the invasive probes still inside me.

Eventually, the same orderly came for me. He removed the sensors, again taking time to fondle my tits, then unstrapped me and told me to get up. I lifted myself up, and the probes slipped out with a slight squelching sound.

He handed me some tissues and allowed me to wipe myself down there, then led me out of the room, holding up the remote control to remind me to behave myself.

We walked down long corridors, then across a large outdoor space. The wind had gotten up since I arrived, and I shivered in my nakedness. There was a young female orderly leading a naked man wearing a collar like mine across the same space, and he and I made eye contact.

We were led into a large clean warehouse space, full of similarly naked men and women and were left to wait.

Over the next hour or so, more naked slaves joined us. Some of us chatted, and compared notes on our experience. We'd all been through basically the same process, although most of us were not brought to orgasm. One guy told me how his inspector blew him, and she sounded like my one. Everyone I spoke to was also being sold into slavery because of bankruptcy.

Eventually, a door at the top of a short staircase opened, and a tall man in a suit stepped out. He put his hands on the metal railing in front of him and addressed us loudly.

"Attention slaves. The sale is about to begin. You will each be led to the stage, where you'll be shackled in a spreadeagle position on the auction block to display you to your best advantage. Remember, if you don't sell for more than you owe, you may end up back here again so it's to your advantage to put on a good show."

He continued, "You will be sent up alternating male and female, and it will be the job of the second in line to show off the one currently on sale. You must get them physically aroused, and then bring them to orgasm when instructed by the auctioneer. Once sold, you will be led off the stage and prepped for delivery to your new owner, and the next slave will step onto the block. " And with that he stepped back through the door, which quickly snapped shut behind him.

I looked around me. So I'd have to jack off one of these guys, then the next one would finger me while a room of buyers watched? Despite what I'd already been through that day, the idea still gave me a thrill. Most of the women around me looked a lot less excited at the prospect.

The door opened again and a woman with a clipboard stepped out.

"Ok people!" She said loudly, "You heard the man, now, starting at the bottom of these steps, form a line around the walls, alternating male and female."

She pointed to a man close to the foot of the steps, "You first, then you." This second instruction was directed at a woman near him.

They took their places, and gradually the rest of us, about sixty in all, shuffled into place around the edge of the warehouse. I managed to get myself in between two good-looking men - after all, if I had to endure this, it should at least be with men I'd choose to fuck under normal circumstances, right? There were about fifteen slaves ahead of us, and I wondered how long this would take.

The first man and woman were called through the door, and we all shuffled forward in line. Every three of four minutes the next slave was called through.

When there were only five people ahead of me, the guy behind me tapped me on the shoulder.

"Umm, since I'm about to be groping you, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Jacob."

I shook his hand, "Hi, I'm Jen." I realized it would be the last time my name would be used for years. My purchaser would get to call me whatever he likes.

"So if I need to make you come, you want to tell me what you like?" continued Jacob.

"Sure," I smiled, "I really like rough nipple play, and then just rub circles on my clit. Here, I'll show you."

I took his right hand in mine, and turned and pressed my naked back against him. I brought his hand down to my pussy and pressed two fingers against my clit and began to draw small circles. Gradually I released his hand and he carried on.

"That's perfect," I sighed. I felt his cock stiffening against my back, but then he stopped.

"To be continued," he grinned.

I turned to the guy in front of me. He'd obviously been watching, because his cock was semi-hard.

"What about you?" I asked, "What should I do for you once we're in there?"

"Well," he replied, "I like to have the full length stroked, and if you squeeze the base when I come, I can get a pretty good distance - that might sell me better."

"Cool," I replied, "I'll try to aim you at a pretty girl!"

He smiled, "or a rich widow!"

I chuckled ruefully, "I'm hoping the whorehouse that buys me is high-class."

He laughed, "You mean the kind where they make the guys wash their dicks first?"

"Exactly," I replied, "I don't want to end up down by the docks."

Jacob laughed, "There's no way you'll end up dockside, you have all your teeth!"

We all laughed.

"Anyway," he continued, "I'll do my best for you in there."

I squeezed his hand, "thanks," I whispered, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. I made sure my tits brushed against him, and his cock bounced against my thigh.

By this time we were halfway up the steps, and the next time the door opened, the guy in front of me was called inside. I wish I'd asked his name - we probably wouldn't ever get another chance to speak.

After a few minutes, the door opened and I was called through.

I found myself in the darkened wings of a stage. In the center was a raised circular podium about a foot high. On the podium was the guy ahead of me, his legs spread wide and fastened to the floor, and his arms equally wide above him, shackled to cords that disappear up into the darkness of the auditorium. In front of him, some standing, some seated, was a large crowd, maybe three or four hundred strong. These were the buyers. Some were watching the slave, but many were studying hand-held tablets. I guessed they give details of the man for sale, upcoming merchandise etc. They'd soon be seeing my information, my sexual and medical history. Soon everyone in this room would know I'd taken three cocks at once and liked to have my nipples pinched. They'd probably see the closeups of my cunt. They'd know everything about me except my name.

Around the auditorium, on the walls, were large video screens showing the merchandise. Two screens showed the slave's face from different angles, one showed a close-up view of his genitals and another showed his butt. One on each side was filled with text, but it was too far away for me to read.

Suddenly, a hand gripped my shoulder. I jumped and turned. I hadn't noticed a man standing in the shadows beside the door. He was dressed all in black, and wore a headset with microphone, and held a tablet in his left hand. He used the camera on the tablet to scan the barcode on my wrist strap. On the screen my full-frontal naked photo appeared.

At that moment, a voice rang out over the loudspeakers.

"Folks, the next lot is number AC263, a male, six foot, one inch tall, two hundred and twenty pounds in weight. As you can see," and at this point the video screens changed to show the man's chest, "he's well muscled. He'd make a great worker, but also a great toy." The camera panned down to his genitals again, and there were a few feminine giggles from the audience.

The man continued, "and let's see what potential that beauty has."

At this, the man beside me pushed me forward, whispering, "Get him hard, then watch me for the signal to make him come. And don't block the view."

I stepped forward into the light, acutely aware of my nakedness. I tried to walk tall and hold my tits out. I might not have been the lot on sale right then, but I was next, and I wanted to make a good impression.

I walked up to him and stood in front of him, facing him. I knew I was already breaking the "don't block the view" rule, but I wanted to make sure the buyers saw my tight butt. I pressed my naked body against his. With his legs spread wide, he was about my height.

I grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the mouth, thrusting my tongue into him, and at the same time I ground my pussy against his stiffening cock and my big tits against his muscled chest.

He gasped as I released my grip, and I grinned at him, "we're gonna get you a great price," I whispered, and then slithered around his body so that I was now pressed against him from behind. I wrapped my arms around him, stroking his chest, then worked my way down until I was on my knees, my hand stroking his firm ass. I slid one hand up between his legs to cup his balls, then further up to stroke his shaft, which was now rock hard. On the big screens I could see my hand stroking him, and a little drop of precum emerged from the tip. I had the urge to go back around and take him in my mouth, but I fought it - I'd definitely be in trouble if I blocked that view!

Instead I stood and moved to his right side. With my knees bent, I ground my cunt up and down his spread leg, my right hand working his shaft and my left squeezing his butt cheek. He began to groan in pleasure. I knew I had to wait for the signal. I glanced over at the man in black, and he was making a 'slow down' gesture, so I eased the stroking, and just kept it enough to maintain his erection.

The auctioneer continued, "Some good bids, but come on ladies, this fine specimen can't end up shoveling horse shit on a farm! Imagine that big cock for your own personal pleasure. Picture him in a nice suit carrying your shopping bags when you meet your friends for lunch, how jealous they'll be!"

The man in black gestured to me to bring the orgasm closer, so I began long, smooth strokes the full length of his cock, making sure my thumb brushed the sensitive head. I slid my other hand down between his legs and pressed up on his taint and tickled his asshole.

"Jesus Christ!" He muttered under his breath, "Where the fuck did you learn that?"

I grinned and stroked harder, still sliding my wet pussy up and down his hot, muscled thigh.

"Ok ladies," said the auctioneer, "lets see what he's got!"

The man in black gave me the thumbs up, and I began to stroke in earnest. I slid around in front so I was crouching under his cock. Now my left hand had a firm grip on the base and my right was a blur on the shaft. His legs were beginning to shake and I knew he was really close. It was a beautiful cock, and I wished I could have it inside of me.

His balls began to twitch, and I knew he was right on the brink. He let out a loud groan, and I pressed my thumb against the base to hold back the torrent. I counted to three, then released it, still stroking with my right hand. I felt his cock swell as the torrent of cum rushed out and shot over my shoulder. I glanced around - it almost reached the audience over fifteen feet away!

Several more jets spurted out, and as I felt him finish I couldn't resist taking him in my mouth and sucking the final bit out, but I quickly moved out of the way again. His legs had given out, and he was hanging by his arms until he was able to pull himself together. I stayed sitting next to him, my knees up and legs spread for the audience to see my wet slit.

There was a long silence, then the auctioneer cleared his throat.

"Goodness," he said, "well, that was quite something. Don't forget, she's the next lot for sale! But to the business in hand, as it were, I'm going to wrap this one up, any more bids?"

There appeared to be another flurry of bidding, because he kept threatening to sell, but didn't quite get there a few more times, but finally there was the sound of a gavel.

"Sold!" Cried the auctioneer, "Thank you madam, may he bring you many inches of pleasure!"

There was some good natured laughter, and a man and a woman in black stepped up onto the podium and started to free the sold slave. I glanced over at the man by the door, and he motioned me over to him.

Once I was by him, he said, "That was good, you've done a lot for your price. Let's hope your 'helper' knows what he's doing."

Over on the stage, the man in black led the slave off the opposite side of the stage, and the woman in black finished cleaning up the cum, then beckoned me over.

I walked over, again, tits high, ass tight, to where the previous slave had stood, flashing a cheeky smile at the audience. I noticed there are two outlines of feet, so I stood on them, and she crouched down and wrapped velcro cuffs around my ankles, fastened to floor anchors just behind my feet.

"Squat down." She ordered.

I complied, and was shocked to see huge close-ups of my spread pussy and ass appear on all the big screens around the auditorium. There was a camera in the floor! I flexed my kegels and watched my pussy twitch on the screens.

I was made to stay in that deliciously humiliating position as the auctioneer began.

"Next we have lot AG475, a female, five feet eight inches, one hundred twenty-five pounds. We've already seen that she's quite talented." There was a ripple of light laughter. "May I direct your attention to the screens around you, where you'll see that she has nice full lips, and a pleasing pink colour. You can also see that she's quite wet from her previous performance." More laughter. "You'll see from the history that these areas have had extensive use, but you'll notice from the test results that they are still in good condition, with very good grip scores, both front and back.

This was now beyond humiliating, and I could feel my face had flushed red.

"Scores for libido are also high, as is her repeated arousal index. She would be very well suited for multiple sequential use." I tried to parse that last sentence. Oh, he meant 'whore'.

He continued, "She responds well to pain on the posterior, genitals and nipples."

The camera zoomed in even closer on my pussy.

"And as you can see from the engorgement of the clitoris, she also responds well to humiliation."

Dammit, he was right, my cunt was throbbing from all this attention.

Finally he must've felt everyone had seen enough close-ups of my wet pussy, for velcro cuffs were strapped around my wrists, then they were pulled up in the air so that I stood up, spreadeagled and completely helpless on display. The big screens now changed to show my face, my bottom, and multiple close-ups of my breasts.

I sensed someone step up onto the podium next to me, and turned my head. There was my new friend Jacob.

"Hey kiddo," he grinned, "I'm gonna send your price through the roof!"

I smiled, "Shouldn't be hard - I'm practically gushing down there."

He stepped behind me, lifted my long hair and kissed my neck. My legs quivered.

In the distance, I could still hear the auctioneer talking about my stamina stats, pussy lubrication, proclivities for multiple penetration, but I tuned him out and reveled in the feeling of Jacobs hands as he ran them up my hips and around my waist to my belly. He pressed himself against my ass, and I could feel he was already getting hard. His hands slid up my body until he was cupping my large, firm breasts. He took my nipples between finger and thumb and squeezed and twisted.

He whispered, "How much pain?"

"Lots," I whispered back.

He began to pinch and twist, and I moaned in pleasure. Up on the screens I saw a close-up of my nipples getting hard. He pinched me really hard, and I cried out with delicious pain and my body writhed and twisted. The auctioneer had stopped talking.

His cock was now rock hard against my back.

He caressed my nipples a little more gently, then slid his hands down my belly to my pussy. I watched on the screens as he spread me wide open. With his left hand he brushed my clit, and he slipped two fingers of his right into me, then drew them out to show the cameras a string of sticky wetness. He brought it up to my mouth and I eagerly tasted my own arousal.

He began working my clit like I showed him earlier. I thrust my ass backward into him, and he shifted position so his cock was pushed down between my cheeks.

His other hand came back up to inflict more pain on my nipples and my body began to sway. I pushed back harder - was there any way I could get him inside me? I could hear from his breathing that he really wanted me.

I turned my head as far as I could, "Fuck me!" I hissed urgently.

His hand went behind me to his cock, and he crouched a little to get a better angle. I twisted my hips back as far as I could. I felt the tip pressing against my asshole, but I wanted it in my pussy.

"Wrong hole," I hissed again, "further forward."

He moved further forward and thrust, and I felt him slip past my hole and up my lips. He tried again and again. I bet it felt great for him, but it was nothing but frustration for me.

The auctioneer must have seen what was happening, and thought it would help the sale, because he said, "Please lower her arms a little."

A felt some slack develop in the cords above me, and it allowed me to bend further forward, and finally Jacob was inside me. I sighed with pleasure as he began slowly fucking me. The angle he entered me at meant he was stroking my g-spot hard, but he was too slow both with fucking and working my clit to get me off.

"Faster," I begged.

"Not yet," he replied, "they want more action."

I'd forgotten that he was looking to the stage manager for direction. I looked up at the screens. I saw my flushed face on one, my bouncing boobs on another, and a close up from below of his cock penetrating me over and over. It was so fucking hot - I've watched myself fuck on video before, but never live. I've fucked with people watching before, but never this many, never on a stage, never when I'm on sale to the highest bidder.

He kept me on the brink like this for at least another agonizing minute, then he obviously got the nod, because his fingers on my clit sped up.

"Oh God, yes, like that!" I groaned, "Don't change a thing!"

Closer and closer he brought me, his fingers rubbing my clit from both sides, my breaths coming short and fast. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, but I knew he had to save that for his sale. I licked my lips, and could still taste a little cum from the last guy. I thought how being fucked in front of an audience might become my new kink. It might become my future too, depending on who bought me. I imagined being tied up and taken forcefully by one man after another, a never-ending queue stretching into the distance of men who wanted to own my cunt.

That pushed me over the edge. I cried out in ecstasy as a huge orgasm swept out from my clit over my body. My hips bucked, and Jacob's cock slipped out of me. My knees collapsed, but instead of hanging by my wrists, I felt Jacob's strong arms support me until I was able to pull it together and stand on my own, still panting.

He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and left me there to return to the wings of the stage. The screens had now changed to show looped video of my face in the throws of orgasm, over and over.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, she would be a fine addition to any establishment. Oh, we have a question? One moment... Yes, madame?"

A smartly-dressed woman near the front of the audience spoke up: "The documentation makes no mention of breast augmentation, but those look too perky to be real."