Part II The Plight of Patty
About twenty minutes after the boss left, a gruff looking man named Bill,
with upper arm muscles the size of some people's thighs opened up the box and
stared down at its contents. He drank in the delectably naked, bound, blonde
that met his view. He licked his lips, felt his penis becoming erect, and
grabbed at Patti's succulent breasts. He squeezed very hard, crushing them.
Since she was still unconscious, she had no idea what was happening. The man
used her breasts as handles and pulled on them, elongating her large tits and
lifted Patti partially out of the box. He put one hand behind her neck and his
other hand in her crotch with his middle finger inserted and lifted her nude
body out of the box and laid her on her back on a counter.
This counter was designed for this sort of work. There were leather cuffs
attached to chains for Patti's ankles and wrists. There were several buttons on
a control panel. He pressed the one on the far right. Her wrists were pulled
above her head and out at a 45-degree angle. Another button pressed on the far
left and her legs were spread so wide apart, a Mach truck could be driven up her
dainty, well-spread vagina, the one that was fucked recently by the boss. Bill's
job was to check out each girl who came through this auction house. He loved
his work since each girl was beautiful, bound, and naked. His instructions were
precise. He was to perform several tests on the unconscious girl to see if she
met specifications. He was not allowed to fuck them. He dearly wanted to on
several occasions, but having a job where you spend a few hours each day with
beautiful, helpless, naked girls, actually touching them, squeezing them, and
humiliating them was too good a deal to blow.
The first "test" was to measure Patti's blonde pubic triangle between her
well-splayed legs. It had to be at least 2.0" wide at the top of her mons. The
clients were traditionalists. No shaved vaginas for the bidders in here! He
used a 6-inch ruler and laid it at the edge of her crotch hair. She measured in
at 3.0. Excellent! She probably never shaved and her bush was rather curly. It
would have to be trimmed ever so slightly to give the appearance of a well
manicured pubic triangle. Now, he measured the diameter of her pink nipple
areola. They had to be at least 1.50" wide. No small nippled girls here! He
took the same ruler and laid it across her right nipple. Her breasts had
flattened somewhat from laying on her back with her arms high above her head.
He pressed the ruler slightly and Patti measured in at 2.25". Good. The bra
cup test was next. He grabbed her left breast and took a C cup, which was the
minimum allowed for the auction, and placed it over her luscious boob, the same
one with the areola measurement. Much too much gorgeous breast flesh
overflowed the C cup. Excellent, he thought. Only huge titted women allowed on
display here. Patti measured in at a D cup. Next, he took a tape measure,
pressed the right button on the console to decrease the tension on her arms and
lifted her body so as to measure her breasts, waist, and hips. Patti was a
fabulous 38-24-36. Excellent. No girl under a 32C cup or more than 28 inch
waist or 40 inch hips could be on display! The people who were at the auction
paid a lot of money and they were very demanding. Bill's erection was bursting
and thought about breaking the rules with this one. However, he decided to jerk
off later while watching the auction on a closed circuit TV.
He had two more tests to perform, but these could only be administered with
Patti wide awake. He again pressed the right button and her arms returned to
their original tension. This time her arms were fully extended, but her wrists
were directly beyond her head causing her breasts to bunch together somewhat.
After placing a red rubber ball gag in her mouth and tying it off behind her
head he put smelling salts under her nose until she breathed in and started to
cough and choke. She came to rather rapidly and immediately tried to lift her
arms and move, but she wildly looked around when she was unable to do anything.
Where am I, she thought? She looked around and saw a room that looked like a
cold laboratory, some horrible looking man leering at her and she could not
move. She struggled, but was unable to influence the restraints. She became
rather embarrassed when she felt a cool breeze and the cold metal of the table
on her smooth skin reminding her that she was naked and this stranger was
staring at her. She dearly wanted to cover herself, but the restraints did not
budge.
Bill told her not to waste her energy and she cringed when she realized how
she was so well splayed in front of this strange man. Who is this hulk, she
thought? What happened to her rapist? "Just a few more tests my dear," he
crowed. What tests, she thought? He put his face near hers and grinned. Then
he looked toward her left breast, stuck out his tongue and began long, slow
licks around that delectable breast flesh, moving it upwards, then downwards.
This movement jiggled those delicious, lickable, tits. This was the licking
nipple test where he had to lick and suck her pink nipples for five minutes and
then measure them in full erection. His tongue curled around the areola and the
tender nipple bud. He switched nipples and continued. She tried to move, but
could not and he just continued to lick and suck those gorgeous boobs. He
watched as her areola developed goose bumps and started to shrink ever so
slightly as her lovely pink nipples started to protrude. After five minutes, her
nipples were glistening and in full erection. Some of his saliva had dripped
down her torso and onto the table. He stopped and measured her fully
protruding, slippery wet nipples and they measured in at a full three quarters
of an inch! Such long nipples, he thought. The minimum was a quarter. She was
fabulous! She shivered from the chill of the wetness on those tasty nipple
buds.
Now for the last test. He allowed his hand to slowly move from her
fabulous breasts downward across her rib cage to the hollow of her stretched
tummy. Her skin was velvety smooth and rippled with his passing hand. He moved
below her navel and slowly continued to her pubic triangle and well-splayed
pussy. He spread her lips wider and explored until he found what he was looking
for. He flicked her clitoris and she bucked. He flicked it a second time and he
was rewarded with a similar reaction. Sensitive, she is, he thought. Good.
"I'm finished with your examinations and you passed and now you'll be
presented for the auction," he leered. Auction, she thought, someone is going
to buy me, like a slave? Oh my God! He took a small scissor and trimmed her
blond pubic curls until it was neat and pretty. Patti blushed from this
further indignity. It wasn't enough, she thought, that she was splayed naked and
helpless, but not only did he suck her nipples, flick her clitoris, but also cut
her hair down there. What's going to happen to me?
"We must get you hung properly," he continued. " They like the women
hanging tight and stretched." She shuddered and shook. All that really shook
were her tits and he just kept staring at them.
A large device appeared near the table that Bill maneuvered into place.
It consisted of a stainless steel platform that was about 5 feet square. On the
platform were two large bars, placed so that they were on opposite sides of each
other and bisecting each side. The bars were about eight feet high. In between
the bars was a large stainless steel equilateral triangle. One side of the
triangle ran parallel to the floor of the platform and the other two sides
formed a point several feet above the mid point of the platform. The triangle
was attached to the bars so that it could swivel and appear in a vertical
position or be moved so it was in a horizontal position. At each corner of the
triangle there were large leather cuffs attached to chains. The whole platform
was on a set of wheels for easy mobility. Near the front of the contraption was
a control panel. The whole platform was placed just beyond Patti's outstretched
arms.
Bill pressed one of the buttons and the cuffs from the apex of the triangle
dropped and Patti's wrists were secured after having removed the wrist
restraints from the table. He then pressed another control panel button and her
arms were pulled up and back. She screamed into her gag as she was pulled up
and back at the same time, stretching her body. She looked almost as if she
started doing a sit up and stopped with her arms outstretched beyond her head
and her body at a 45 degree angle from the table. Her defenseless tits just
jiggled. Bill grabbed them and squeezed. She screamed into the gag again. He
then removed the ankle cuffs from the table and pressed the platform button
again and she was forced to scoot along the table until she was on the platform
with her arms above her head. He grabbed first her left and then her right
ankle and secured them to the lower opposite corners of the triangle.
He paused for a second to look at her. Patti was breathing heavily causing
the D cup breasts to rise and fall rapidly. Her arms were directly over her
head and her ankles were perhaps two to three feet apart, but she was able to
place the soles of her feet on the lower bar of the triangle. "Not stretched
enough, baby," he casually mentioned. "We have a little more work to do. You
look too comfortable." He pressed more buttons and her wrists were gradually
pulled upwards and to her horror, her ankles were gradually pulled widely apart
until she could no longer touch the bottom triangle bar with her feet. She
tried to relieve the tension on her wrists and shoulders by attempting to find
the lower bar with her toes, but her feet were at least six inches off the bar.
Her arms pressed against the sides of her head.
He adjusted the buttons one or two more times until he was satisfied with
her positioning. The more satisfied Bill was, the more uncomfortable Patti
became. She was truly stretched with her skin taut over her ribs, her tummy
indented, her inner thigh muscles bulging, her shoulders aching. She started to
moan in her gag. Terror sweat began to form across her body causing an arousing
shiny appearance.
The man looked her up and down and said, "Yeh, it's tight baby, but they
like it tight,- makes you look better. Look in the mirror. See your belly,
it's pushed in, your ribs stand out, your ass is uptilted and your great tits
sit high on your chest with your big nipples thrusting outward. They can see
your cunt petals peaking out from your pubic triangle. It shows them you're a
natural blonde. What a pretty picture!" She just hung her head. "We can't have
you hanging your head," he responded to her abject shame and humiliation. With
that he took a small leather strap and tied it around her arms and forehead so
that her head remained straight and upright. "Oh, one last thing before you go
out there and give 'em a show. They want wet nipples!" With that he sucked and
laved her nipples again, causing them to become erect and wet and shiny. The
rest of her body shone also from the dripping perspiration. But, with Patti's
looks, her luscious breasts and vagina on display in the position she was in,
she looked wonderfully arousing to any self respecting bondage afficionado, or
potential slave master.
The platform was guided to a track where it transported her fear drenched,
nude, tightly stretched, helpless body to a doorway where it stopped. Bill came
over to her and informed her that there would be a very small delay because
another delectable young lady was being sold. She just became more anxious and
began trembling and weeping. Bill whispered, "They don't like crying. There's
no weeping here, maybe in your new master's house if he whips your ass or your
clitoris, but not at this auction. You'll be in serious trouble if you don't
control yourself." She became even more frightened. She never ever imagined
being whipped before. She was raped and abused. But whipping? Oh God, she
thought. He wiped the tears from her red cheeks and a light above the doorway
started blinking. As he gave her nipples another licking, the platform started
moving through the door. Did she have a choice? As she went through a long
tunnel the triangle started turning and causing her nude body to turn 90
degrees into a horizontal position as the platform kept moving. The first parts
of her body to come through at the end of the tunnel were her legs, and, her
very widely splayed cunt!
That was the first view that met the audience. Her legs were almost five
feet apart, so they had a luscious view of the lips and petals of the most
intimate part of her body. She heard an audible gasp from the crowd, the number
of which she had no idea. Patti heard an announcer say, "Gentlemen, the next
cunt." There was some laughter. The auctioneer continued, "As you can see she is
a natural blond and quite pink and is displayed for your viewing pleasure.
Gentlemen, this is Patti's cunt." She was mortified and dying from
embarrassment. The announcer droned on," She is 20 years old and was snatched
from her business school. She wasn't a great student but her grades were a
little higher than her cup size. Patti measures in at 38-24-36, is a D cupper,
and she has a pretty cunt and we will show you."
She felt something enter her vagina and she bucked, but since she was so
tightly stretched, there was little she could do. Her head faced upward to the
ceiling and she could not see what was happening. All she knew was she was
being humiliated and something was between her legs. She grunted and moved and
attempted to fight. She succeeded in shaking her ankles wrists and breasts.
Her cunt was filled with a large 10 inch black dildo that someone had shoved in
her. She tried to close her legs, but could not only causing her inner thigh
muscles to tremble. Her nude body shook and she again gasped and moaned into her
gag. The crowd murmured its approval when the announcer showed them how she was
able to accommodate the dildo. Unceremoniously the device was removed with a
loud plopping sound. Again she tried to close her legs. Again, her inner thigh
muscles trembled, but also, her empty gaping, yawning, well-splayed cunt shook
slightly. This caused her blond pubic crotch hair to shimmer and shake,
throwing off some sweat and whatever else. How beautifully dramatic. What an
unbelievable prick hardening sight. The audience loved it and applauded.
The triangle moved and Patti felt herself moving into an upright position
and there were more sounds of approval from the audience as her huge boobs came
into view and bounced a few times as they assumed their natural position, high
on her rib cage caused by her tightly stretched arms. Since she was so
stretched, her tits were the only part of her body in motion and they jiggled.
The announcer continued," I told you gentlemen, that she has fantastic boobs,
tits, breasts, hooters, knockers, headlights, melons, or in Patti's case,
watermelons!" There was laughter at the last comment concerning the magnitude
of her rather large breasts and protruding nipples.
"She is a 38 D gentlemen and look at the perfection of their shape. She
holds them well on her chest." She was shocked when he grabbed each fun bag
and squeezed hard leaving his finger prints there for all to see. This man was
mauling her in front of how many? He pulled on her nipples and brutally
twisted and snapped them back and forth. "She is rather firm for a D cupper
gentlemen with very little sag as you can see and wouldn't you like to rap your
tongue around those large delicious nipples? Look how pink they are. Look how
perfectly formed they are. Look how centered they are on the boobs. The
areolas are certainly distinctive. Aren't they huge? Her nipple tests showed
her to be much better than most. In fact, her fully erect nipples are three
quarters of an inch long. That's a full one-half inch longer than minimum."
She heard a murmur from the audience while Patti just hung there listening to
the announcer drone on about her naked and stretched body that was on total
display. Several times she tried to get out of her bonds, only to be met with
defeat. Her eyes were closed in abject humiliation and defeat since he started
squeezing her round globes. She opened her eyes and attempted to look out at
the audience. It was difficult. She was on the platform with spot lights from
the left and right shining right at her. She squinted and was able to make out
a few people, all well dressed middle-aged men. They were intently staring at
her helplessly taut naked body. She was mortified and humiliated by what was
happening. In the first row she actually saw a man rubbing his crotch. She was
causing his arousal with her humiliation. She wanted to crawl into a hole and
die.
The auctioneer bent toward the platform and pressed a button and all of a
sudden her body was pulled upward and downward with a quick jerk. Her tits
bounced several times. This jerking continued three more times and her breasts
continued to bounce like large balls of jello. "See those nipples dance
gentlemen. She jiggles quite well, don't you think?" There was more laughter
from the audience. There was more embarrassment and humiliation for Patti.
"Let the bidding begin." She was horrified that one of these perverts in
the audience would want to buy her against her will. Who would buy her and what
was to become of her. She had no idea what horrible perversions they would
perform on her. The pit of fear in her stomach went to her crotch as she
realized that she would end up someone's sex slave. All her life she had
control over her life's events. She decided which boy to kiss, which boy would
touch or kiss her breasts. However, this was beyond belief. She was not
prepared for this. Sex was supposed to be a beautiful thing between two loving
people where she would give permission. Her most private possession, her body
would be given to a buyer who would have total control over her and would not
need or ask for her permission to ravage, abuse and torture her.
In the audience, a man sat who was in his mid 50's with silvery hair. He
was rather wealthy and at the present moment had a large erection from the
erotic vision of loveliness that was Patti's naked bound body. He was a breast
and nipple man and had been waiting for the right "one" to come along. Patti
was what he was waiting for and what he wanted. He just imagined his tongue
curling around those large, pink nipples. He imagined bringing those dainty long
nipples into his mouth and sucking loudly and wetly. He loved those beautiful,
round, closely spaced tits. He envisioned inserting his penis between them
after tying them together and fucking them silly, then cum in her mouth. He
imagined his hands getting lost in her blonde triangle seeking out her clitoris.
He could not wait to make her cum against her will. Yes, he thought. He had to
have her. He raised his hand to bid. Money was no object.
He sat in the back of the small auditorium. He did that because he felt
more secure knowing that no one was behind him. He sat where he was for another
reason. He could see Patti's body and what he wanted, but he did not want to
see it close up. He wanted the first stripping of Patti in his possession to
be as arousing as possible. In fact, he had asked for the captive females to
be displayed with their clothes on, but was voted down. He tried to compromise
by suggesting that the young women be dressed in decorative bras and panties, or
even G-strings. However, members in the organization wanted to appreciate
each female body. Therefore, today's auction consisted of four women whose
treasures that were usually covered except for those privileged few, were
exposed to everyone.
The bidding was lively and soon it stopped at $240,000. She couldn't
believe it. "Sold," the auctioneer yelled and pointed toward Sir James, the
silvery haired man imagining what he would do to Patti. The audience clapped
their appreciation and since Patti was the last one of the day started to file
out of the auditorium. The announcer casually walked over to her with a syringe
and stuck it in her rounded half moon ass cheek, putting her to sleep. She
was tranquilized and unconscious, hanging by her wrists, naked. The man who
bought her was known as Sir James and occasionally bought and sold girls. He
liked young blonde women with big tits. Who didn't, but he could afford to buy
them any time and do whatever he pleased with them and for $240,000 thousand he
would do a lot!! He walked up to the stage to pay the auctioneer. Patti had
already been removed. The auctioneer knew that the buyer did not want to see
the prize up close until the privacy of his own home, where he could take his
time stripping the girl and appreciate the beauty of the bound and helpless
naked woman.
Sir James discussed with the announcer the travel arrangements for Patti
and the clothing she would be wearing. He indicated his preferences and the
announcer said that there would be no problem. Two hours later, Sir James was
on his private jet on his way to his home on a private island in the Carribean.
On board, was his new possession, Patti, still unconscious from the drug given
earlier. He thought about what he would do to her and he smiled because he could
do anything he wanted to this very young pretty blonde. He had to adjust how he
was sitting because he felt his prick harden in cruel anticipation!
