(All the main characters are over 18 years old, and these stories are products of my imagination).
(My language is Spanish and I am not very fluent in English, so I sincerely apologize for any possible mistakes that may occur).
Europe has changed a lot with the entry into force of the new laws on female slavery, but that has only further increased its tourist interest abroad.
Venice in particular has regained its more medieval look, with fairs and shows where dozens of nude female slaves are displayed for use and subsequent sale.
I have traveled with the rest of my class from New York on a fifteen day trip through Rome, Florence, Milan and finally Venice; lastly after twelve days of visiting museums and churches, the 24 students in the group have three free days to do whatever we want.
The first day off, I decided to visit the best clothing stores in the city, and although Venice is not Milan or Rome in the subject of fashion, I was able to buy a wide variety of expensive and exclusive models, that night along with the rest of my companions we went out partying around the city, although I soon felt bad and returned early.
When I wake up and go down to breakfast, I barely find half of the group, and I suppose smiling that the night has gone on too long for most of them.
When I wake up and go down to breakfast, I barely find half of the group, and I suppose smiling that the night has gone on too long for most of them.
Although at first I was not too keen on the idea, a little excited by the sight of naked slaves all day I decide to visit the market in St. Mark's Square and see everything that happens there.
When I get there, I am shocked at the sight of dozens of stalls selling slaves, but what strikes me most are more than a dozen girls exposed in the middle of the square. I approach them with curiosity and upon seeing me one of the guards of the square approaches me, 'Buongiorno signorina, sono Giacomo, posso aiutarla?'
I try to answer the guard in what little Italian I know, but I am soon interrupted.
'American?' the guard asks me, to which I answer shaking my head without speaking.
'Calm down Miss, I will speak to you in English, I am Giacomo, can I help you with anything?' the guard says to me.
I pass the young women's gaze to the guard again and again without daring to ask.
'You'd like to know what's going on with those young women, wouldn't you?" the guard says to me, smiling.
Red-faced with embarrassment, I can only shake my head in the affirmative.
'Some of those young women have been left by their boyfriends tonight as a token of love, but most of them have been found drunk at night without any identification, if no one claims them before five o'clock in the afternoon, they will be sold as slaves an hour later;' Giacomo explains to me.
Looking at the young women again, I finally dare to speak, 'I'm sorry, my name is Emily, and their boyfriends are coming back for them?' i asks Giacomo.
'Most of the time they come back for them, and when they free them they ask for marriage;' answers Giacomo, 'Although some wait until they are sold to buy them and take them home as slaves; however, some end up here tricked and sold to brothels all over Europe;' he adds.
I shudder at Giacomo's words and glance again at the young women, looking for a girl who looks like she's sure to end up at the auction.
Giacomo notices my curiosity and approaches me sticking his body too close to me; 'The brunette on her knees, she is the third young woman brought by the same man this week, he gets 20% of the sale, this one is a virgin, so she will get good money;' he says kissing my neck as he finishes speaking.
I feel aroused at this caress, but I do not separate from Giacomo, who continues to talk to me, 'All the girls are for free use, until they are claimed or it is time for the auction, the girls kneeling are for oral use, those in inverted position are available to be eaten in pussy and those held on the pillories are available for full use.'
As Giacomo continues to explain things to me, I notice how he slips a hand between the buttons of my blouse taking hold of one of my tits, while he brings his other hand under my skirt until he places it on my wet pussy, 'As I told you, my name is Giacomo, if you are out on the town tonight, look for me at the Palace and we will continue this,' he says removing his hands from my body and moving away from me.
I need a few minutes to recover from the sensation, and only a chorus of moans bring me back to reality; two of the young women in the picotas are being fucked by two men who talk to each other as if they were having a coffee and not fucking two helpless young women.
I watch as the two cocks go in and out of the young girls' pussies; the noises the cocks make as they enter deep into the pussies, mix with the girls' moans causing an almost hypnotic music, I can't stop watching the two cocks until the two men cum almost in unison filling the used pussies with another load of semen.
I approach another of the young women chained on the pillories and reach her pussy finding it wet and full of cum, I stick two fingers in it and feel the young woman moan and whisper something, 'Please, I need to cum, they've been fucking me for hours and I haven't managed to reach orgasm.'
Without knowing very well why, I start to move my fingers inside the young girl's pussy looking for her clitoris, I have never masturbated another girl, but I think about what I would like to be done, as soon as I find her button I start to pinch and squeeze it, I only need a couple of minutes to get the young girl to cum staining my hand with her juices.
Although I have brought the young woman in the pillory to orgasm, I still feel very aroused and I approach the kneeling young woman pointed out to me by Giacomo, I pull up my skirt and pull down my panties before standing in front of her with my pussy in front of her mouth, 'Suck my pussy until you bring me to orgasm slut;' I tell her stretching one of her nipples.
I am not a lesbian, and despite having had sex with several guys, I have never had my pussy eaten, but now I am enjoying more than ever in my life, the sensations of the young girl's tongue inside my pussy, licking my clitoris are incredible, soon I reach orgasm, and I have to lean on the wooden structure to which the young girl is attached to avoid falling.
As I calm down after my orgasm and put on my clothes, I direct my gaze to one of the young women in inverted position and see on her thigh a tattoo of a red rose that looks familiar; I approach the young woman and smile as I recognize Mary, the head cheerleader of my class in that humiliating position.
Mary is a complete slut, knowing what her slender and curvy body causes in men, she keeps wearing clothes that barely hide her charms; all young women who do not assume her leadership are left aside, and that has happened to me; looking at Mary again, I see in this circumstance an opportunity to take revenge.
As I play with two fingers in Mary's pussy, I bring my mouth close and stick my tongue inside, tearing a moan out of her, 'You know very well Mary, I can't wait to tell the whole class that the slut who keeps bragging about her conquests all over the place is a fucking virgin;' I tell her giving her a hard spanking.
At first, Mary screams and protests, but when she recognizes me a gesture of joy appears on her face, 'Thank God you are here Emily, last night we got too drunk and when we woke up we were all here, tell Mr. Mars at once to let us go;' she orders me forgetting her delicate situation.