The Virtue of Patience

Chapter 11: Teutonic Demands

Patience was having an easier time of it than Grace but had done every bit as much running as the older mistress. It was auction day and Patience was working the livery. She was paired with a beautiful Russian girl and the two of them hurried back and forth between the dock and the center of the compound where the auction was to take place, carrying visitors in their cart.

The Russian was a new arrival and spoke very little English, making communication between the two ponies difficult. Communication would have already been nearly impossible, however, because of the bits in their mouths that held their tongues clamped tightly between two metal bars. All that the girls could do was grunt and make other sounds. Patience hated this kind of bit. Nothing was more undignified than having your tongue clamped. The only bit that she hated more was the star bit in which a jagged metal star sat in the corners of the girl's mouth making her very compliant with each gentle tug of the reins.

Patience was depressed each time the two ponies arrived at the village green. A long cable had been run between two upright poles. Beneath the cable were the girls who were to be sold that day. Patience's heart went out to those poor slaves. Each had one hand high in the air, held there by a rope that connected to the cable. Each had a tight leather belt around her waist with her other hand attached to the back of the belt. This arrangement kept the girls in place and made them totally available for inspection.

Each girl had a number painted on her left upper arm. This was their lot number, allowing buyers to easily keep track of who they wanted to purchase. Each girl had a clipboard dangling from a clamped nipple and Patience watched as buyers unclipped the clamps and read the information, only to clamp the nipple again when they were finished. Patience was not sure what information was provided but she assumed that it included things like measurements, background information, skills and medical history.

She watched as the unfortunate slaves were inspected. Fingers were inserted front and back. Mouths were pried open so teeth could be examined. Flesh was pinched and slapped to test its firmness. Patience could not imagine a more dehumanizing experience and she was glad for the private sale that KC and Grace had worked out for her.

This was an unusual auction. Normally, no men were ever allowed on the island. But men had been invited to this sale and represented about half of the thirty or so buyers. One of the men seemed to be fascinated by the two ponygirls. He slowly walked from side to side, observing them. Then, he tugged on Patience's tail, causing the pony to gasp as the butt plug attached to the tail moved inside of her.

The Russian girl yelped and jumped slightly as the man forced a finger into the girl's sex and Patience hoped that the movement did not earn the pair of them any punishment. He continued with his assessment as he slipped a finger under a strap criss-crossing Patience's chest. He slid his finger up to where the straps connected between her breasts and then let both hands roam over her luscious mounds. He finished by flicking the gemstones dangling from her pierced nipples before turning to one of the mistresses.

"How much for the pair?" he asked with a clipped German accent.

"They're not for sale," replied the mistress.

"Everything is for sale. It's just a matter of price," he responded arrogantly. Patience could tell that this man was used to getting his own way.

"We have twelve lovely slaves being sold here today, Sir," the mistress continued. But Patience could tell that the woman was rattled. She only hoped that the mistress could retain enough composure so that she and the Russian could escape to make the next run to the dock for more arriving guests.

"Enough!" he roared. "I bid on these two!"

"What seems to be the trouble here?" asked a calm voice as a second mistress stepped between the irate master and the cowering mistress. Patience just shook her head. She knew that Alana would not have put up with this man's behavior. Grace would have had his balls removed.

"I came to buy. I want to buy these two!" His voice was still several decibels higher than what would have been considered appropriate. The new mistress attempted to lower the noise level by again using a calm, soothing voice.

"You are welcome to bid on these two," she said softly. She reached out and lifted one of Patience's breasts. "I too have wanted to buy this one many times. I'll tell you how it works."

Patience was terrified. This mistress was going to sell her! She needed to call Alana or Grace for help. Bu that was impossible at the moment. She was bound to a cart and, even if someone held a phone to her face, the bit would make her pleas totally unintelligible.

Patience listened in horror as the mistress explained that everything on the island could be bought for the right price. She reached out again and lifted both of Patience's breasts in her palms. "I could picture these being milked daily on your dairy farm, Sir." The man smiled and nodded and that sent a chill down Patience's spine.

"But the way it works, Sir" the mistress continued, "is that there is open bidding only on the twelve girls out there." She gestured to point to the twelve girls tethered beneath the cable. "For anything else that you want to buy, whether it be slave or mistress, we handle that on a sealed-bid basis. You write out your offer and seal it in an envelope. We deliver it to the owner or the council for consideration. As I said, everything is for sale. We have even been known to sell mistresses."

"Acchhhh!" he uttered. "Who owns this one?" Patience felt another chill of fear as he pointed at her.

"She is owned by Princess Alana, Sir," replied the mistress calmly. "Alana is not on the island at the moment, but I will make sure that your offer is delivered to her."

"Alana," he pondered. "I have heard about her. I want this one and Alana. Deliver this offer to whoever can agree to make them mine."

Patience thought she would pass out as she watched the man scribble out something on a piece of paper. The mistress disappeared and quickly returned with an envelope. The man folded the paper, inserted it into the envelope and then sealed it. "Deliver this."

Patience groaned as the mistress smiled and said that she would be sure to get the offer into the right hands. The man then clicked his heels, bowed his head and then turned and strutted away. Patience was visibly agitated at what she had just witnessed and the mistress tried to calm the pony by softly stroking her breasts and kissing her cheek.

"There, there, little pony," the mistress cooed. "You know that your mistress would never sell you."

"Aggghhhhh" Patience tried to convince the mistress to tear up the envelope but all that escaped past the gag was unintelligible garble. The mistress slipped the envelope inside her toga and then left the two ponies to their duties shuttling guests to the auction site. The Russian girl had been totally unfazed by the exchange but Patience figured that her fellow pony hadn't understood a single word.

When Patience and the Russian returned to the green with the last of the visitors, she had time to relax. She and her teammate were unhitched from their cart and their bits were removed. All of their tack remained in place, however, in case anyone else needed a ride before the end of the auction. Another pair of ponygirls would be relieving them at some point and would be responsible for returning the guests to the dock.

A slavegirl had been appointed to tend to the two ponies. She dutifully toweled off the sweaty, naked bodies and then led them to the water trough. The slave girl held the ponytails of the two ponies, since the ponies still had their hands tied behind their backs, so that their hair would not get wet. Then, she left them alone and untethered.

Patience was allowed to roam around at this point. She would have preferred to return to the stables to lie down for a bit but knew that she might be needed at the green. So she just wandered about.

She walked past the slaves who were to be sold. They were all still strung up in a line and many were still being inspected and appraised. She had never seen such forlorn faces before in her life. The inspection techniques varied greatly. She watched as one man used a series of increasingly large dildos on an Asian girl. Apparently, he was trying to measure the capacity of her cunt and, judging by the way the girl's eyes were bulging, he was close to finding her limit.

Another man moved down the line from girl to girl. He would grasp a breast at the base with both hands and then draw them slowly toward the nipple in a milking motion. He would make a few notes on his pad of paper and then would move to the next girl to repeat the process. Patience had no idea what he was doing and imagined that he had a dairy farm filled with human cows.

A woman seemed to be measuring sexual response. She too moved from girl to girl. With each girl, she would slowly run her hands over arms and breasts and belly, caressing them. Then her finger would start diddling the girl's clitoris. While she was doing this, she would constantly watch the girl's face for any signs of reaction. Then, she too would jot down some notes and move on to the next girl.

A lavish banquet was spread out on tables on the lawn and many of the guests and mistresses had already started to help themselves to the buffet. Many naked slavegirls bustled about refilling platters, carving meats or refreshing drinks. Many more naked girls were being used as serving vessels of one form or another.

Three girls were bound to poles that were hinged to another pole slightly more than halfway up their bodies. This allowed the girls to be swayed forward and backward. Each girl wore a light harness to which tubes were attached. When the girl was upright or leaned backward, nothing would happen. When the girl was leaned forward, however, whatever liquid was in the tube would pour out to allow someone to refill his or her glass.

Several methods were used to quench a thirst. One man would insert a finger into the girl's unprotected sex and use this to gain the leverage he needed. As his finger pumped in and out, he would push forward, causing the girl's torso to swing forward. He got a fresh cup of coffee and a cheap thrill at the same time.

A female guest preferred another method. She simply grasped a nipple and tugged. This stretched the girl's breast into a long cone but eventually her body would tilt and the woman was able to refill her wine glass.

The third method that Patience witnessed seemed to be the most uncomfortable. A master pried open the last girl's mouth and gripped her tongue. His fingers slipped off several times but, eventually, he dried her tongue with a napkin and was able to pull her forward enough to get a fresh glass of water. The grunting and the wide eyes of the girl told Patience that this method was indeed hard on girls.

Patience resumed her roaming. She would not be able to enjoy any of the meats since she did not have the use of her hands. But she found a table with two girls laid out as serving platters with fruits arranged decoratively on their bodies. Patience stopped and leaned over the table, nibbling berries and slices of orange off of one of the girls. She even accidentally sucked a nipple into her mouth when she was going for a berry. When she heard the moan of pleasure escaping from the girl's lips, she just continued suckling on the tasty little nubbin to keep the slave entertained for a bit.

She was interrupted by a sudden slap to her rump. She jerked upright, hearing the savory nipple slide from her lips with a popping sound and turned to see her German admirer.

"Hello again, pretty pony. I see that you like fruits," he smiled menacingly. "I will have to remember that."

"Hello Sir," she said.

"I am Herr Klausen," he introduced himself.

"Hello, Herr Klausen," she replied. "My name is Patience."

"Yes, I know. I have learned much about you. It's a shame that you are not listed on this today." He tapped the auction program in his pocket. "You would be going home with me tonight. Now I will have to wait a few more days before I own you and the Princess."

"Yes Sir," the girl replied as she felt her skin crawl. Being back on the island didn't typically bother her. She had long ago gotten used to being owned and used to being a toy. The island was like a second home to her now. But, at the moment, she wanted to be anywhere but here.

Fortunately, the auction was starting and it gave her a chance to escape from the oily master. Plus, she knew that he would be engrossed in the proceedings so she would be back in the stables by the time he was free to pursue her again.

The plan was to sell a girl every twenty minutes. At the halfway point, she and her Russian partner would be relieved by the next pony crew. But that still meant that she had to endure two hours of watching girls who she knew being sold into a new, frightening life away from the island. And it meant that she would be vulnerable to another encroachment by Herr Klausen.