The Auction
She was driven by the crack of the whip, up on the stage and
on the auction block. The heavy shackles
slowed her progress. The slaver kept
cracking the whip near her, but it never touched her. She knew he didn’t want to damage the
merchandise. It was all for the show, to make her squeak in terror to the
delight of the mob. Once on the auction block, she looked out over the
crowd. Fear nearly paralyzed her. She had never saw so many people before. And
she was told this was a small corner of a small market in a small city. The Empire was vast…“We have another freshly branded barbarian from the
north, captured by the legion which is making short order of the savages”
The auctioneer shouted. A cheer went
out. “Unfortunately they were a
little bit too eager and she is no longer a virgin.”Laughter came from hundreds of people. She felt faint, and realized why they hadn’t
given her anything to eat or drink recently.
She turned bright red and lowered her eyes.“Look how beautiful she is. Rare blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin so
common with the northern barbarians.“
Barbarian? She was captured and
raped after her village had surrendered. “Ample breasts, wide hips, long
legs, what bed can do without her? What kitchen wouldn’t brighten with her
labor? Such a barbarian whore is rare this far south!” Whore?
She had known no man until the legion had ganged raped her.“Just give her to me, I love torturing young things like
that slowly to death” someone yelled.“She has the thighs of a rhino”
“Good! She can pull my plow for 16 hours a day!”
“Chain her to the sink to wash dishes, she can eat the left
overs.”A dozen people shouted out things, both male and
female. Laughter filled the carnival atmosphere. She
glanced at the crowd. Hungry youths had
lustful eyes. Elderly men already surrounded by a bevy of beautiful slaves.
Farmers needing field slaves that could double as bed warmers, wives needing
servants, and dozens of others.Her heart sank. She
trembled with fear. Her future would be
determined hear and now, and she was powerless to do anything about it. Sadistic masters wishing only to use her for
a torture play thing wanted her. Young
men and women who wanted to fuck her until she was used up. Farmers that needed her to do heavy labor
until she was worn to nothing. There were
a few rich folk who wanted living jewelry, vacant minded slaves that lasted
only as long as their beauty or handsomeness.But her sex betrayed her.
Something fed the flames of her belly.
She would be a toy, hopefully a sex toy, and that thought made her grow
hot and wet between her knees. The
slaver noticed, and inserted a rough finger. The crowd went quiet as she moaned loudly. At some base level she did want to be owned, used, be nothing more than an object. And it glistened in the sun for all to see. She turned so deep red she felt dizzy.He lifted his glistening finger into the air. It was wet.
He had no need to tell the crowd. They cheered even louder than before. There was a barbarian
slut on auction.The auction started almost spontaneously after that..
She couldn’t keep up. The bidding
started at a mere 10 pennies. 10 pennies
for a human life. People shouted as the
auctioneer did his job. She couldn’t
keep up with what was going on, or who was bidding on her.The slaver with a whip commanded her to turn around, as the
bids flooded in. She felt weak in the knees, and not for the last time cursed
the Empire for destroying her village, her family and her life. Silent tears
fell slowly down her cheek. But her bodied betrayed her as her desire slowly fell down her thighs.“250 pennies going once!’
She gasped and vainly looked for who had made the last bid.
“250 going twice.”
Her life was worth a mere 250 pennies.
SOLD! One beautiful barbarian savage for 250!“
The crowd roared. She looked around bewildered, she couldn’t see who made the last bid.
She was now owned, but she had no idea to whom…
SexSlaveFantasy
July 2nd, 2015