For my Lord

Chapter 15; The Charity Auction

 

After the wedding and my slave registration ceremony, life settles back into a routine. my brand marks have healed but i will now carry my Lord’s mark, front and back, for the rest of my life. my Lord has now granted me the privilege of being allowed to stand and walk upright, not because of any change to my status but because my Lord does not want my knees to be bruised and scraped as they are when i have to crawl everywhere. Of course, i remain naked at all times except when ordered otherwise and when i am required to attend my Lord in His bedroom, when i am given sexy lingerie to wear. When coming into the presence of my Lord, i must always adopt a kneeling display position; knees spread wide, hands behind my head with my elbows pulled back, which thrusts out my tits, presenting them to Him. i am also still forbidden to speak unless given permission.

my Lord and His Lady are only occasionally seen together. Sometimes They eat dinner together, but They sit at opposite ends of the long dining table. The Lady appears to take no interest me, behaving as if i was not there. One time i nearly bumped into Her as She walked through a doorway; She said nothing, but She swatted me away as one does to an irritating fly. However, She must have said something to my Lord, because, that evening, He tied me over a trestle with my legs spread wide and my head down. Then He administered a severe caning to my upturned bottom until i passed out from the pain. i came round lying face down on the floor and i couldn’t sit for a week as my ass was completely battered raw. i tried hard to keep out of Her way after that.

my Lord definitely wants to breed me; He has me brought to Him, maybe every second or third night. He unlocks my cunt-lock and He fucks me for what seems like hours before shooting His precious spunk deep inside me, but only after i have had multiple orgasms. Once a fortnight, i am taken to a doctor to be checked over. He roughly uses a speculum to spread my cunt, inspecting me internally and painfully thrusting His fist deep into me as He does so. The visit to the Doctor always ends with me on my knees in front of Him with His cock thrust deep into my throat as His hands clasp my head and my nose is ground against His hairy belly.

Curious about how The Lady passes Her time; i manage to observe Her without Her knowing. She seems to spend a lot of time in Her bedroom; one time i was chained in bondage in a room adjacent to The Lady’s room and i clearly heard two females in bed together. i am sure that i recognised the voice of the pretty maid. Obviously, i kept this knowledge to myself.

At other times, The Lady likes to tend the garden and to supervise in the kitchen and around the house. She also devotes a lot of Her time to organising charity functions, mainly women only affairs. Usually i am locked in my cage in the cellar, out of sight, when these parties are going on.

However, my Lord, who seems to be spending more time at home, has also started to hold charity functions of His own. Often He will take me to these parties. Naked, and hooded, with my wrists bound behind my back, i am led by a leash attached to my jewel encrusted collar behind my Lord who rides His horse to a farmhouse a few miles away. Apparently my Lord is the landlord of this farm.

One time i am taken to one of these functions; it is a slave auction. Once W/we get inside, i can hear many male voices. i am led onto a platform, the hood is removed and replaced by a noose, which is hanging down from an overhead beam. i am standing in a line with four other women, all naked, bound and with a noose around their necks, just as i am. Two of the women are sobbing and all four are visibly quaking with fear. i recognise the two crying girls as the two who had their virginity so cruelly taken at the wedding orgy to mark my slave registration. i don’t recall seeing the other two before but i estimate their ages as mid twenties.

i quickly realise that it is a slave auction and that i am to be one of the lots. The men in the room come forward to roughly and intimately inspect the slaves who are up for auction. It is so degrading standing there naked; nothing but female meat up for their bidding. They grope my tits and tug on my nipple rings. They fondle my ass and reach between my thighs, making lewd comments about my padlocked cunt. Not for the first time, i feel more like an animal than a human.

The auction starts almost as soon as i am place as i was the last slave to be brought onto the platform. Lot 1 is the woman at the other end of the line to me.

"Gentlemen, this nice piece of virgin ass meat, look at her, her nice firm ass-cheeks, as yet untouched, her perky tits ready for your teeth, what do I hear, the first offer, 1.000? Come on, do I hear more? Look at the petite posture, imagine it shivering between your legs, there 1.500, very good, yes 2.000 do I hear more? Aha 2.500."

And so the auction continues. When finally she is sold, the auctioneer turns His attention to the next slave to be auctioned. Apparently, it is allowed, but rarely done, to use the bought goods straight away, in which case, the slave may be returned to the stage and auctioned off again. In this way, a slave could be sold off and used two, three or even four times in a day. Mostly we are used after the auction, in private rooms, or in public.

"Gentlemen, look at this nice piece of fuckmeat, only satisfied by five or more men, share the auction price, aha, do I hear 2.000? Look at her boobs, imagine your cock between them, there that mister, 2.500, ah 3.000, 3.500, do I hear 4.000? There 4.000, once, twice, sold to the... five men behind."

So it goes on until the other four slaves have been sold and taken away and it is my turn. i stand alone, displayed on the stage and i wonder how i will be used, my cunt is locked and not available for any of the men to fuck me there.

"Now Gentlemen, look at this special female fuckmeat. This meat can be used to satisfy all your possible fantasies: multiple cocks, dogs, horses, torture, humiliation, you name it. Only one restriction: her cunt is not be used by your cock, but your dog or horse may, hahaha.” he laughs.

What did he say? Horse, oh god no, this can’t be true!

"So, for the good cause, the poor children in the Third World, do I hear 5.000? Start with bidding, gentlemen, what do I hear 6.000? Good there 6.000. This can’t be right; she is worth at least double for the fulfilment of your darkest fantasies, very good 7.000, there 8.000,”

my price is going up and up. They must all know that i am my Lord’s slave; do they all know what He does to me? Have i got a reputation among these people?

"C'mon gentlemen, for the good cause, 12.000, for her doing… well whatever your fantasy is. Mister behind 13.000, good, do I hear 14.000? One time 13.000, two times 13.000, ah I see 14.000." His hammer goes from one side of the room to the other. "15.000, there 16.000."

With my eyes, i follow the bidding and wonder how far it will go. And what i will have to suffer for that amount.

"Now, one time, 17.000... Twice, €17.000... Done, for the Sir, there behind."

€17.000! The successful bidder, i think that i recognise Him. i vaguely remember Him at the hunt day treating His horse in a cruel manner. A shiver of dread runs through my exposed and vulnerable body and my blood runs cold as i recall the auctioneer’s words about a horse. Surely not that…

i think that if it wasn’t been for the noose around my neck, my legs would buckle and i would collapse to the floor. i try not to imagine what it would be like; i have been fist fucked many times and vaginal torture pears have stretched my cunt to its agonised limit. But a horse’s cock! Surely that would be too much for me to take. And the humiliation of being fucked by a horse! The Dogs were bad enough and i thought i could sink no lower than when The Dog Handler had made me lick up The Dogs’ cum that had dripped from my cunt and ass after They had fucked me, but this! my Lord and His associates seem to always find new ways to degrade me further.

Of course, my Lord has trained me well and i try to display none of the fear that i am feeling; but i can’t help trembling in terror at the ordeal that i now face. But, much as the prospect terrifies me, deep down i know that i don’t dare embarrass my Lord and so, i must suffer this for Him.

When the auction is over, all the successful bidders disappear with their purchases. The man who bid €17.000 for me releases the noose from the overhead beam. As He does so, He snarls, “I hope you are pleased to have fetched so much money for charity, whore. My money, so, you had better be worth every cent; I know you will, I’ve seen you in action before. Will you be worth it, whore?”

“i will try my best to please you, Sir,” i mumbled, eyes downcast.

“you’ll do more than just try, you slut. Say it! Say you’re happy to have made so much money for the charity and that you’ll earn every cent.”

“i’m happy to have made so much money for the charity and i’ll earn every cent, Sir.” i almost whispered in my shame.

“Louder, bitch! Say it loud so that everyone can hear.”

i feel myself blushing bright red in embarrassment as i repeat my words loud enough for all in the room to hear and They all laugh at me and call out lewd and degrading comments.

The man tugs on the noose and leads me through the building, passing by rooms where the other slavegirls are already being used to the satisfaction of their buyers. In one room, the girl is bent over, bound to a pole, her ass ready for penetration. i see how her buyer, without any preparation, impales her ass-hole with his rampant cock, bringing high pitched screams from the poor girl’s mouth. The man who bought me, The Horseman, as i think of Him, watches for a few moments, with a smirk on His face before continuing, pulling me along behind Him. In another room is a girl bound, her knee hollows over a horizontal bar, her wrists bound over her knees. Her ass-cheeks are already raw from being caned. The girl who was bought by jointly five men is being tossed between them, all her holes roughly taken, deep throated while both other holes are penetrated mercilessly, gasping for air, a rag doll in the men's hands.

Leaving the main building W/we pass the stables. The Horseman halts there and pats a big black stallion on its flanks. "Good horse, good cock," He smirks. Now i remembered how He treated His horse at the hunting day. He beat the horse on the head and nose with His fists when it misbehaved, and even kicked him in the balls.

i can see the horse’s huge balls hanging between its back legs and although i am afraid of what i might see, i can’t resist sneaking a look underneath him at his cock. Of course, the cock is sheathed and there is nothing much to see but The Man notices and laughs, “What a slut! you want it now don’t you? you want that cock, don’t you? I know what a cock-crazy bitch you are, I remember you at the Hunt Party with the dogs and all those men. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a slut with more spunk on her. you sure live up to your name! You know that little performance of yours is up on the Internet, don’t you? Well, you’ll have to wait for cock today, I have another little treat for you first.”

My heart sinks at mention of images of me doing those unspeakable things, up on the Internet for anyone to see. i am petrified of someone back home recognising me. But then The Man says something that completely takes my breath away.

“Did your Lord tell you? That night at the Hunt Party, I had a guest with me, from Ireland. He said that he thought he recognised you. Liam Kearney, his name is. Know him do you, slut?” laughed The Man.

Indeed i did, He is my cousin and my older brother’s best friend, so i knew him very well. i knew that he travelled extensively for his work, but he and my brother are still close friends and meet up regularly when he is back home. Now my family and friends will surely know what has become of me and what a total slut i have become.

Tears of shame well up in my eyes as The Man continues, “Don’t get your hopes up, slave. No-one is going to come and take you away from here. I introduced your friend to His Lordship who showed him the slave contract saying that you are here completely voluntarily.”   

Still laughing, He then leads me outside to where two of the farmhands are waiting. At a certain point They lift the lid from a slurry pit. The smell is terrible; it is the pit before the pig's shit is recycled. Nearly liquid, the brown substance is disgusting.

He nods to the two men and before i realise what He intends, they grab me and lay me down on the ground. They check that my hands are still tightly bound behind my back and they rope my ankles tightly together. i am crying and begging Them not to do this horrible thing. As i am face down i can’t see how they lead the rope to a pulley hanging over a beam, and then both of them lift me. As i am dragged on the floor i turn my face away, but then suddenly i am swinging in the air and swaying over the pit. As i hang, head down, just above it, i feel nauseous from the terrible smell, and i can’t stop myself from vomiting. Not wishing to disappoint my Lord but i beg and plead with The Men not to do what is undoubtedly coming.

But in vain, without a word of warning i am lowered and in a few seconds my head is immersed in the terrible substance. Although i manage to take in a deep breath of air and i clamp my eyes and mouth shut, the taste and smell still gets in my nose and seems to penetrate all my pores. It doesn’t take long before my body is bucking and thrashing due to the lack of air and my lungs are burning terribly.

In time, of course, i am hauled up, gasping and spluttering for air. All the terrible taste comes into my mouth and nostrils, again making me vomit. They allow me only a short respite and when i am calmed and breathing normally, They lower me down again. And again i am thrashing about like a fish on dry land. Again my lungs are burning with the effort of holding my breath. i keep telling myself, “He just paid €17.000 for me. He won’t let me die. He has to give me back in one piece.” over and over again in my head like a mantra. It goes on and on, i lose count of the times i am lifted and down.

They add a new dimension to my torment. As i am struggling under the slurry i suddenly feel a jolt through my ass-cheeks. The bastards are using a cattle prod on me! Randomly, they shock my body with the terrible device. Sometimes they jolt me through the padlock in my cunt lips, thus frying my cunt horribly. Then They inflict alternatively the cattle prod and a riding crop. Beating and jolting me as i squirm and thrash uncontrollably, hauling me up to catch some air, and letting me down again. i repeat my mantra over and over in my head. This probably keeps me sane as i feel as though i am being driven out of my mind by this disgusting ordeal. When will this torture end?

Finally, The Horseman has had enough of this and i am lifted out of the foul liquid and They keep me hanging above the pit. The two farmhands aim a water hose and spray the filth off my body. i shiver and squeal as the ice cold water cascades over my body, but i can’t escape it and i am glad that at least the disgusting slurry is being washed off me.

They put me on my feet, not allowing me any time to rest. A black leather hood is pulled over my head that leaves just my mouth exposed, leaving me fully in the dark with any sounds muffled. With a leash on my collar i am pulled along; back to the stables, i think. i did not resist. For the moment, i am past caring what They intend for me next. Nothing could possibly be as bad as the slurry pit!

They make me walk mimicking a horse, with my knees raised high until my thighs are horizontal, head upright, arms behind my back and my tits thrust out. So i follow, walking round and round the yard behind this mean man with the two farmhands following, and using the crop on me if i don’t walk correctly.

The odour and the sounds of a horse make me afraid that i am now in the same stable where The Horseman stopped to check the powerful black Stallion earlier. What would be in store for me now? Oh my God, I’m so afraid!

Pulling on the leash, They force me to my knees. They un-cuff my wrists and order me to on all fours. Of course, i obey, then, still hooded, They drag me across the floor; my knees scraping on the hard straw covered floor. i sense that They are leading me to the big black stallion, and in my darkness, i fear what is inevitably coming.

Indeed, there is the terse order, "Suck him."

Mumbling, i start to beg, "please no, no i ca..."

In the middle of the sentence a jolt from the cattle prod sears through my ass-cheeks causing me to scream in pain. Not wanting to risk another shock, i reach out, blindly searching for the cock of the horse and finding the immense member, hesitantly i start licking the ribbled rough shaft, holding it with both hands.

"C'mon slut, you can better than that!"

Holding it more firmly, even stroking the shaft, i put my lips to the tip of the long cock i can’t see. Trying to blank out any thoughts of what i am being made to do, i lick and kiss the huge cock before spreading my jaws wide open until i feel they are nearly dislocating and i take it into my mouth.

Vaguely i hear the men mocking and commenting on my performance, but my focus is now on the horse's dick, wet and smeared by my saliva. my efforts result in a more hard erect cock. i even manage to lick the gland's hole, and i am loving it as, to help get me through this degrading ordeal, in my imagination it is my Lord's magnificent Cock filling my greedy mouth. This feeling increases when someone unlocks the padlock in my cunt-lips. That can only be my Lord. He’s here, watching me! Of course, i don’t want to embarrass him, so i increase my efforts on the Stallion's cock.

It doesn’t take long before i am mounted from behind and my ass is filled and while They continue to degrade me even further by forcing me to pleasure the Horse, my ass is pounded by, probably, The mean Horse Man.

Before He shoots His load in my ass, He pulls out, and i am grabbed by two strong men, presumably the farm workers, and i am laid backwards on a kind of bench. my ankles are pulled wide apart and roped and i quickly realise that i am lying under the Stallion, with my legs spread wide up along the Horse, and the rope is attached to each ankle over the Horse's back. Deep moans escape from my throat, as i am fully aware what will be the next ordeal. They pull my hands under the Horse, between my thighs and clasp them around the stiff cock. The Horse whinnies a little, grunting and then the men push him forward, i feel the cock move closer, oh god no, between my legs.

i hear the slap of a riding crop against flesh and the horse suddenly bucks forwards, impaling my cunt with his huge gland. Strangely enough, it doesn’t hurt as much as i had expected. In fact, it felt quite pleasurable to be so filled. i must be a low slut, ready to fuck anything that gives me pleasure. Anyhow, together with his movement my hip joints pivot on my restrained legs and the comfort of the cock penetrating deep into my wet cunt. Unbelievably, my lust is growing to a point of no return, and hoping my Lord is near, i shout and beg, "please my Lord, please may i come?"

At that moment i feel a cock sliding over my face from behind and being stuffed into my gaping, screaming mouth.

Vaguely i hear the mocking answer, "of course stud whore, anyhow how would you stop coming, your cunt has taken over your brains, ha ha, your brains are in your cunt!”

i don’t even register the last bit of what my Lord was saying as the first climax flashes through my body like a lightening bolt. While the cock pumps deep in my throat, i cum endlessly on the fucking horse's cock.

In a daze, unaware whether it is the Stallion's cock or my Lord's, i am completely overtaken by a succession of climaxes. my body aches, as the pistoning cock spreads my hip joints, but my screams of pain and lust and orgasms are muffled by the mean Horse Man's cock pumping in my throat.

i am fucked senseless; has it been one hour later, half a night? They free me from this position and again, i am dragged to my knees, and again i am forced to suck the horse’s cock. At the same time someone mounts over my ass and impales his cock deep between my ass-cheeks. And more, while i tremble and shake from my ordeal, the horse cock grows longer and harder again, a cock pumps in my ass, and a second cock is now penetrating my cunt from behind. That can only be my Lord as my cunt is forbidden to all other men. Three cocks are now filling my fuck-holes.

The two men behind me co-ordinate their fucking of my holes perfectly, mashing and moulding the soft flesh between the two holes. How degraded i am, just the lowest piece of fuck-meat. At that moment the Horse’s cock quivers and bucks and with a big splash He sprays my face and mouth with His hot wad. At the same time, the two men behind me fill my holes with their semen. The horse produces so much spunk that, try as i might to catch it in my mouth and drink it down, most of it splashes down my chin and onto the floor.

Almost unconscious, i collapse on the floor as They let go of me. When they drag me out of the stable, i hear them comment about me, "wow she had it all, she can’t sink lower."

"Yes she can, her arse must be filled with this stud’s cock next time."

At that moment i sink into unconsciousness.
 
For the next few days i am allowed to recover, but after a week i am still walking awkwardly, as if i had done too much horse riding. Which, of course, i had! But i feel strange, as if something has changed within me, in a way that i can’t really describe.
 
One thing is that more and more i am feeling the urge to rub my clit and cunt, but with great difficulty i restrain myself, as i don’t know whether my Lord would allow it. Constantly, i long to see my Lord to release this heat between my legs. Another thing is that almost daily, i get a feeling like some butterflies behind my pubis and some tickling feeling in my aureoles.
 
After that week i am dressed in a short skirt and skimpy blouse with no underwear, of course, and i am taken to the village to see the doctor, who checks in my cunt to make sure that the horse had done no damage. As always, He tests me for pregnancy. After that He tells me to bend over the desk. He raises my skirt over my waist and suddenly i feel Him penetrating my cunt with His dirty old prick and He fucks me.

This shocks me and it takes a moment for me to realise that i must be pregnant, otherwise He wouldn’t be allowed to fuck me. Deep inside, i am crying about the degrading way in which this good news has come to my knowledge. After only a few bucks He empties His jism into me as if i was nothing but a cheap street whore.
 
After He finishes and has me clean Him with my mouth, He returns to his chair and phones my Lord, "Yes she is bred and carries a piglet."

my mind is spinning with mixed emotions about this news. Of course i am overjoyed to learn that i am carrying my Lord’s child. i feel so proud that He should choose me to give Him a child. But at the same time, i am apprehensive. i feel as nervous as i’m sure any newly expectant mother does. But more than that; i can’t help but wonder about my future once i had given birth. i will have to give up the baby to be reared by my Lord and His Lady. Will my use to my Lord come to an end? Will The Lady insist that i am sold? i am afraid that She will not tolerate the child’s natural mother, a mere slave, to remain in the house.