Captured

Chapter 2: The Auction

My dreams came to an end when my aching jaws woke me. I had spent all night tied up (My poor nipples!) and gagged. I was alone.

"Good morning slave! Seems to me you're well adapted to your predicament; you slept like a baby." He was pushing a trolley with our (I hoped) breakfast.

"You earned a good breakfast, slut. I'm going to take off your gag, be a good girl," he said, cuffing my hands in front.

"Oh, Master! Thank for your care, my lord, I'm hungry."

"Good! Considering your schedule, you'll have to eat and drink. I'll leave you here while I make some calls. Wait for me, and regard your chains as a gift to your attitude; things could always be worst. Do you. understand me?"

"Yes, Master."

"O.K. be a good girl."

I was intrigued by his last words; whom was he calling to? And why or what for? I couldn't but expect, my pussy tingling again.

My breakfast was just over when he came back. First, he changed my hand to behind, blindfolded and gagged me again. My breasts, buttocks, and thighs were stroked and tested .... was he checking a calf ?

"Today you'll be on auction, slave. I called some friends and told them I got a bitch in need of further training. They'll be here in two hours. You'll be on display, rented to each of them for awhile, used at their whim, and well disciplined right here in your home. Think you'll be excited, don't you?"

I was. I was also frightened. I was given up to hell; no limits, no defense, no rescue. I was crazy to love this stuff. I followed his tugs on my leash to my dining room, where he took off my blindfold. I was standing before wooden pole, two meters high, with two smooth wooden shafts of different diameter protruding from the middle. I knew instantly what they were for, and shivered.

My Master pushed my backside to the pole and cuffed my hands behind it. Then, he began gently but firmly to put the smaller short one into my rear, and the bigger into my cunt ... ohoh! I was anchored. Doubly fucked by immovable cocks deep inside. My position compelled me to stand on tiptoes, arching my back slightly and improving my thigh and buttock lines.

"Like your guests, bitch? I knew you'd like it, as I thought about a good way to exhibit you on auction. Surely I have to tie you up more, and tighter than this, don't I?"

So he made me secure. He drew a loop around my tummy, pulling it to the pole and compelling me to take the wooden monsters deeper inside .Then he went to my ankles and tied them very hard; I was on tiptoe and couldn't go down or up, trussed up to my invading devices.

"How do you feel, wench? Fine? Now it's time to take care of your magnificent tits, isn't it?"

I saw him neatly crisscrossing them with ropes, felt him knotting them behind me, lashing me to that beastly pole. I could hardly breathe, and moaned through my gag. Last, he bound my hands palm to palm, and my elbows, too.

"There you are! Trussed up like a turkey, slut."

He left me again, blindfolded, exposed to lure his coming guests. I ought to be an extraordinary view, nude, tied up, gagged, blindfolded, and fucked by wooden pricks, and ... on rent to them. Wow!

An hour later, I think, I heard manly voices around me.

"Touch her, boys, feel how smooth her skin is, what fine tits she has. Come on, test your plaything!"

Bidding was a mess! Hands grasping, grabbing, probing, and pinching. Voices commenting on my assets and offering, then:

"I want her right now; here are your 500 bucks. Untie her and make her kneel in front of me," a deep, somewhat harsh and somewhat gentle voice said. Hands did his bidding, and a strong hand pressed me down to kneel on my heels. Again the Voice:

"Head down, slave. and you, Buds, cuff her right hand to the opposite ankle, the tighter you can, of course."

Beastly, believe me. Two different men crossed my arms in front, pulled them between my legs, and chained me that way; my asshole, buttocks, and cunt were totally exposed as I contracted into a small package and trembled in expectation.

"Now I'll whip you, slave-slut, a good fifty. I want you thank me for every blow. Take off her gag."

"I pray you, my Master, I've not been whipped till now; forgive my fear and mistakes ... please not to whip me ... please..." I answered the Voice, sobbing .

"A good reason to do it now, wench, but I could withdraw my sentence should you be fucked here and now, in the rear by our friends and me, and then clean our pricks with your tongue. Is it a deal, lurid bitch?

"Ooh! ... ooh Master! ... Yes... I'll be the best asshole you'll ever have all your life and..."

"And enough of that. Gag her and let's try her talents."

They didn't untie me until my asshole was filled with their scum. Each of them fucked me brutally, seizing my breasts as reins and riding me hard, very hard. I cried, moaned, and climaxed through my gag.

When it was done, someone opened the cuffs and I collapsed on the floor. In a second they had my wrists and elbows tightly bound behind me, my ankles crossed and tied to my wrists, leaving me in an unyielding kneeled position.

When someone ungagged me, I said, "Please I need to ... mmmfff..."

The first cock was in my mouth, huge, a bit stiff:

"Lick it. bitch; that's what your tongue is for. Don't talk. Bitches don't talk. Obey!"

I heard the others laugh. A short time later, I had cleaned six cocks and was tightly tied and ... as juiced as before.

"A happy time, Buds!" my principal Monster said. "I suggest we untie her, chain her hands and feet and put an inflatable penis up her ass to train it a bit more. What about it?"

"Good idea! the chorus answered.

My poor ass was on fire. They had cuffed my hands up to my shoulder blades and inflated the device to its maximum ... 'twas near a torture to walk with it. Then they took off my blindfold. It was ten p.m.! I have been tied up and abused all the 24 hours past, and I was to be definitely enslaved now!

"Hey, buds! Would you take a look at this cage? I think we should put our slave-slut inside." My Monster carried my aluminum cage on his shoulders to the center of the room. We (Hubby and I) had bought it, dreaming of holding me steady on view while he was relaxing any other way. I had spent a lot of time in it, nude but for my gag and ties.

"So! Let's lock her into it, boys," the harsh unknown said. They put me inside, bit gagged, on my knees. Someone locked a chain from my handcuffs to my ankles so that I was compelled to ... mho ... get that huge penis in the ass, the deepest, no relief at all.

After the cage was locked, my monster glimpsed my tits.

"I think that too much comfy for this slut! Why not clamp them tits?!"

He closed steel nipple clamps on my tits and connected them to the iron bars by a short chain! I pushed forward as much as I could to relieve the strain on my breasts, and the pain.

"Here we are. Come on boys; our cunt is good and secure," he laughed.

The pain was unbearable, believe me. I couldn't speak, nor move; I could just suffer and juice. They all left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. Nature guided me to rest; I was so tired, I collapsed in my bonds.

"Hey slut, come on, open your eyes." It was my monster, and he was alone.

"Look, I thought you needed some fresh air. I'm going to open your cage and take you out for a walk. Be a good girl."

The deadly bastard! When he unclasped my tits I was submerged in pure pain. Fire exploded from them when blood pumped again. Then I was out of my prison, hands chained in front, my rear popped off the penis. Nearly paradise you should say. My black masked man hooked a leash to my collar and knotted it to the doorknob.

"Don't move bitch, I have a surprise for you." Then he extracted a muffle gag and set it to my face, tightly, very tightly.

"Now you're ready for a walk, slave-slut. You'll go on all fours, doggie style, all around your home, all the streets here around. Your neighbors can finally see the bitch you really are. When I'm satisfied with our walk, we'll come back home and you'll spend the night leashed to the footboard, a bit more chained than now, to get some rest! Come on doggie!"