Chapter 1: The Auction
I think there are few women who have not fantasized at some point in their lives about being a slave girl. Personally, ever since I first studied the ancient world I have found the fantasy of being a slave very erotic. To me it incorporates my two main turn ons: being an exhibitionist & being submissive. As far as I'm concerned the thought of being paraded around nude & having big, muscular Gladiator type men doing as they please with me is, without doubt the sexist thing imaginable!
Therefore I have decided to write this story about my favourite βslave girl' fantasy. In it the heroine Taimie (pronounced βtame me') is degraded & humiliated when she is displayed naked & sold at auction to a hot, young, stud.
Taimie was led from her slave quarters to the great market place in a column of ripe, young slave girls. She like the others was escorted along by a golden chain around her slender neck which was then attached to both the girl in front and the one behind. Other than this leash the only item she wore was a pair of golden cuffs which held her hands securely behind her back. Thus every other inch of her taut, honey-skinned body was exposed for all to see and the numerous pedestrians she passed all seemed to be enjoying the view. The procession of attractive, nude girls' certainly fascinated a number of the largely male passers by. Some even took advantage of the scene by occasionally brushing past and copping a feel of the girls' supple, young flesh. Some of the slave girls tried to protest at this humiliation but not Taimie, she had been a slave ever since she could remember and she was used to this derogation. To her clothing was a luxury, one which she was rarely afforded. She had grown used to being displayed au natural in front of others. She had in fact come to enjoy her position as a mere object of voyeuristic amusement and sexual gratification.
After half an hour or so of being paraded through the streets, the column of slave girls was brought to a halt next to a white, marble wall in a shaded cloister. Here their ankles were chained to the ground and a whole team of make-up artists, hair stylists and oil boys set about tiding the girls for sale. Taimie had had her hair and make-up done earlier that morning; however she had yet to be lubed up. This did not go unnoticed by one of the oil boys who rapidly descended on the powerless Taimie. As he stood before her a wicked grin appeared on his chiselled figures and Taimie prepared to be fondled by the toned, muscular hunk. Looking her straight in the eye he liberally poured oil onto her pert breasts until it flowed in small rivers down her stomach and between her legs. Then with obvious pleasure he set about caressing it all over her, paying special attention to her firm, apple shaped orbs. The techniques he used, demonstrated his expertise and Taimie's nipples responded by hardening, inviting the hot, stud to tweak and tease them further. He willingly obliged and to Taimie's delight was soon joined by another loin cloth clad Adonis who's well lubricated hands eagerly participated in making her purr. His wandering fingers however sought out her more intimate places and Taimie let out a low moan in response to this intrusion.
Some of the other slave girls were enjoying the display with an amused curiosity however the slave to Taimie's right was not. She was watching Taimie being fingered and fondled with a look of total disgust. Why? Taimie was not sure and in all honesty she did not much care. By this point Taimie was squirming pathetically and despite her attempts to hide her arousal she clearly loved the studs attention. One of the oil boys had slipped around behind her was massaging her swollen peaks and rubbing his solid, abs, amongst other things, against her bare back. The other was still exploring her moistness, with his dextrous fingers, whilst also sandwiching the blushing Taimie. Regardless of her best efforts to contain herself, soon Taimie's sweet, nectar was trickling down her tender thighs and she was close to ejaculating. Unfortunately, when Taimie had all but forgotten herself to the sensations of pleasure, suddenly the two oil boys stopped and hurried to either end of the column. Taimie opened her eyes a little annoyed that the men had not finished what they had started but she swiftly realized why. Just then the auctioneer, who was also the head slave trader, came marching through the colonnade. She knew well that men such as him dislike their produce being tampered with. Not out of some form of respect for the dignity of the slave girls, but because their clients generally preferred to do so themselves.
As he quickly checked up on each slave down the column he stopped at Taimie and eyed her suspiciously. The fact that her cheeks were flush and her thighs were still quivering certainly did not go unnoticed by his shrewd eyes.
"It looks to me," he whispered, leaning closer to her, stroking the sides of her breasts, "like you enjoy all this attention. Which is good, as a slave as beautiful as you could make me very rich this morning. Do you understand me?"
Taimie was quite impressed by the slave master's compliment. In her experience slave dealers rarely spoke to their slaves and never in the first person, as a rule they treated them as mere commodities. So she smiled sweetly and nodded obediently in reply. Then much to Taimie's surprise he suddenly took her erect nipples in his hands and pinched them sharply. She squealed and struggled against her restraints but this only caused him to apply even more pressure.
"Now you will be a good girl on stage today won't you?" He asked casually.
"Yes master," Taimie managed meekly, nodding vigorously in the hope that he would release her sensitive peaks.