Ch. 06: A Final Polish
After Master Marco uses me and leaves, I lie on my bed looking at the bars of my cell. Soon these will be exchanged for a different cell, or whatever other means of keeping me secure, in my new owner's home or place of business.
In these last weeks before my sale, I am being conditioned to the highest levels of response, and now that I've been broken, I am eager to perform and please. Now potential buyers come to take a look at me, and particularly favored ones are given the chance to fuck me. I enjoy this tremendously, of course, and am always excited to be used by them; you can learn a lot from men who are just regular customers or masters, not slavehouse personnel.
One of these comes to inspect me the very next day. As the door to the outer hall opens, I go to my knees at once. Two men come in, one a very rigorous slave captain called Master Dion, who has used me many times and who has a very engaging and humorous attitude, who's been charged with the task of bringing back my spirit and with whom I've had many fun talks, the other... In one quick glimpse before I lower my eyes in obedience I see that he is very tall, very powerfully built, and very black. In fact, he's gorgeous...
Of course over the weeks of my training I've been used by men of all races, shapes and sizes, to get me accustomed to differences and learn how to accommodate them, so the mere fact of his blackness is not even an issue or surprise. What is so arousing is the air of command he brings with him: different from the air of a slave captain or even Master Marco himself. This is a man who is used to buying women and enjoys using them. Well, that's fine by me...all my slavery comes instantly into play.
Master Dion orders me to rise and display myself for inspection. I stand immediately, feet spread to shoulder width, my hands locked behind my head, chin up, eyes down. The buyer begins by tilting my chin up and smiling at me, which is unusual in itself, and I can't help but smiling back tremulously. He's beautiful!
Then he proceeds to run his hands all over my naked body, as though I were a promising filly he was thinking of buying...which I guess is just about right. He strokes my thighs and ass, weighs each breast in his hand, parts my pussy lips and inserts a finger in me to judge the depth and tightness of my cunt. I'm juicing already, and he smiles again as he notices this.
Finally he's done, and turns to Master Dion, who has been watching the proceedings, proud that I'm doing so well in my first inspection by someone outside the slavehouse. "I'd like to try her out," he says in a deep, well-educated voice, whose charming accent I can't place.
Master Dion nods. "Take her as you please, but I have to remain to watch."
"Not a problem." The buyer snaps his fingers and points to the floor, and I go to my knees in front of him. He unzips his pants and lets my eager fingers bring his cock out. It's magnificent, like a thick bar of very tasty chocolate. He's so tall that I have to stretch to reach my mouth to it, but he grabs my hair and pulls me higher. I start licking his cock, flicking my tongue along its length, one arm around his legs to support myself.
He stiffens under my tongue and lips, and I open wide to take him all in. He puts a hand around the back of my neck and pushes my head onto his huge log, filling my mouth, pressing my tongue down. But I've been taught how to do this, and I don't gag as he begins to slide down my throat.
Moving his hips forward, he pushes my face closer to him at the same time, his balls right against my nose; he smells clean and warm and very male, and I give up all control to him as he fucks my face with long, smooth, steady strokes. But he doesn't come, and I look up at him anxiously: am I not pleasing him?
He laughs and pulls out of my mouth. "Don't worry, pretty slut, you did just fine. But I want to come in that hot little body." Again he snaps his fingers and points to the bed this time, and I instantly assume the position for use: on my back, legs spread wide, one knee bent, arms above my head, head turned to the left. He studies me for a moment or two. "Very nice," he says finally, and massages his cock, still exposed and rock-hard.
Kicking off his shoes, he kneels on the bed between my legs. He's so big and tall I have to open my legs wider for him than I usually have to, but he taps my thigh and I obediently bend my knees and raise my legs, feet flat on the bed, and he settles into the saddle to begin the ride.
He's in no hurry, obviously he's tried slaves out before: he gently pushes my knees wider, grasps my ankles and slides my feet further up toward my hips. Again he runs his hands over my breasts and belly and smooth bare mound, tugging on my piercings, and I moan and draw in a shivering breath at his touch.
"Very responsive," he says to Master Dion, who smiles and nods. "Aren't you, slut?"
"I hope so, master," I say, with a little moaning gasp as he begins to move his fingers on and around my slit, then slips one fingertip under my clit hood and presses my little button, circling it, as it swells. I raise my hips to him instinctively, a submissive and enslaved female offering herself to a dominant mastering male, and he smiles approvingly. He begins to massage my clit and inner pussy lips, pressing harder with three fingers, slipping them into my cunt, which by now is soaking wet. I arch at the feeling of his fingers inside me, then he withdraws one and pushes it into my ass.
