To Obey
by Fire-Bird.
Chapter 100 "Slave Auction - Part II"
John and Jenny sat down at a small cafe. They both watched and listened to small
comments made by the passing customers. Some even had fun bags full of small
whips, ointments and spiky objects. They ignored the screams of pain and shouts
of mercy from the displays and continued to drink their coffees.
"Expect a good deal at the auction?"
John nodded.
"Even for Ivy?"
John stared and growled at her, "You know I should have you whipped for second
guessing me."
Jenny however stared back and returned the growl, "I'm no fucking slave anymore
father. I'm a teacher."
"Don't get your knickers in a knot girl. I don't expect to get a lot for your
step-mother. She's not much use as a slave with a blocked cunt hole and no one
is going to fuck-face her. Not with those teeth. If some art lover doesn't buy
her for their display then I'll dropped her off for the meat-lovers."
Jenny cringed. She always hated the idea of cannibalism but it was a secret
market that was doing very well. They were always on the look out for human
cattle as long as it wasn't diseased.
John looked at his watch again and stood up.
"Auction's on in an hour. Might check out the Bitchez room. Coming?"
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The Bitchez Company was only three years old but with the backing of a
billionaire in Japan, it was certainly flourishing. Initially they brought
slaves from the school but as they got bigger they developed their own school
for slaves. John felt the company was moving too fast too quickly. Their slaves
weren't very well trained and it was more of a production line. The market
enjoyed the cheap slaves but were realizing that the training wasn't near as
good as the school. However this didn't stop John was enjoying their free
samples.
John walked into the Bitchez room like he owned it. Jenny followed to his side
and behind them Phoebe was staring wide-eyed at the displays. Bitchez paid extra
to have a room to themselves and as many displays as they desired. In the middle
of the room was a large table covered in whips, knifes and other equipment.
Along the walls were a number of pillars spaced about three meters apart. The
mid-section of each pillar rotated slowly showing all three slaves. A kill
switch was available to stop the rotation.
John and Jenny walked over to the desk and view the selection. Jenny picked up
an electric hot poker while John took a stiff strand of razor barbed wire. They
selected a free pillar and checked out the slaves. Two females and a male. Jenny
took the hair of the male slave and pulled his head back. Like the rest of the
slaves, he was gagged. She saw the pleading in his eyes. Then she proceeded to
score her name into his chest with the hot poker.
John checked out the girls. There was a blonde and a brunette. The blonde looked
like she had been whipped previously. John took the barbed wire and rubbed it
down the front of the brunette's body. The pain was obvious on her face as he
rubbed the spikes along her breasts and nipples. John unwound the wire and
slipped it in behind the girl's back. He pulled it towards him pulling from left
to right and back again. This tore into the girl's fleshy back and ass. She
tried to buck forward but she was tied down well.
Jenny had finished her artwork. Tears streamed down the slave's face but she
wasn't finished yet. Jenny went back to the table and discarded the poker. She
picked up a spiky anal intruder, a small nail, a couple of nipple rings and some
chain. Returning to her slave she slapped him a few times to make sure he was
awake. Then she took his right nipple and pushed the nail through it. The slave
groaned in protest. Jenny slipped the nipple ring through the hole and did the
same to his other nipple.
She then link the chain through the rings to the dildo and with the help of the
Bitchez attendant who lifted the slave's legs up above the slave's head, she
inserted the dildo. It took a minute or two of pushing but the blood was a good
lubricant.
Jenny again stood back to look at her work. She inhaled the aroma of burnt flesh
and was happy. Her slave had a huge erection. Jenny took hold of the slave's
cock and cruelly pulled and twisted it. The slave groaned in agony as his
torturer jammed the nail into the side of his cock and after a number of
twisting motions, managed to push it through to the other side.
Jenny looked around to see if her father was looking but he was busying
ass-fucking the brunette. Each time John fucked into the Brunette she would
knock her head into the pillar. After John unloaded with a wad of cum he used
the girl's hair to clean himself off.
A quick look at John's watch and the trio left for the auction.
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As John and Jenny wandered towards the auction area they were distracted by a
small crowd surrounding a display. John elbowed his way to the front and was
rewarded with an impressive display of pure sadism. The main part of it was a
large collection of personalized branding irons. It seemed to Jenny they had
every imaginable iron available. Beside a brazier of very hot coals was a slave
who was covered in a number of brandings. Customers could see first hand how the
brand would turn out. On the right swinging like bats in a cave were five other
slaves who had previously been branded. Only one was awake while the rest were
still unconscious.
John turned to Phoebe and caught her arm. He dragged her with him into the
display area. The attendant walked over to John and asked where the brand was to
go. John indicated Phoebe's cunt and with a nod from the attendant John held
Phoebe down as the she was tied her down.
After a minute or so of struggling Phoebe decided to accept her fate. John
looked over the iron attachments and chose one. The attendant showed the
branding that would appear on the demonstration slave. John was happy with his
choice so the attendant quickly attached it to an iron rod and shoved it into
the coals.
"This will only take a couple of minutes Sir, would you like me to beat your
slave until it's ready?"
To Phoebe's horror John nodded. The attendant pulled out a long wide length of
leather, dipped it into a bucket that had a mixture of salt-water and vinegar,
then folded it in two. He spent the better part of two minutes whacking every
single available spot on Phoebe's tortured body. Broken blood vessels showed up
all over Phoebe's torso. She would be sporting a large amount of bruises over
the next day to two. Phoebe screamed for mercy and help but the crowd just
shouted and cheered the attendant on.
The attendant then took a few seconds to catch his breath and stoked the coals.
Small flecks of burning coal floated around him. He pulled out the rod that
glowed a bright red and asked John to indicate where exactly he wanted the
impression. John touched the top of Phoebe's mound. The attendant aimed and
pushed the branding iron directly onto the spot.
For a sweet moment Phoebe didn't feel anything, then all of a sudden her nerves
kicked into gear and lined up to complain to her brain. Phoebe screamed and even
though the iron was only touching her for a couple of seconds the after-pain
made her faint dead away. The smell of singed pubic hair and burnt skin wafted
through the air. Both John and Jenny inhaled it in and enjoyed the aroma.
The attendant informed John that he'd hang Phoebe up with the rest of the slaves
and she should be awake by the time he returned from the auction. John and Jenny
watched Phoebe being hoisted towards the ceiling. She seemed so calm and
peaceful, especially with "Fuck-Toy!" branded on her pelvis.
The watched her for a few seconds then left for the auction.
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