To Obey
by Fire-Bird.
Chapter 102 "Slave Auction - Part IV"
The crowd was silent. The only noise that could be heard were from some of the
slaves in the main hall. John looked around but no one caught his eye.
"Well?" asked John. "Doesn't anyone want her?"
Again silence, until someone from the back yelled out.
"Who'd want her, she's broken!"
John looked over at Ivy. Her face was screwed up in obvious pain as the dildo
sank deeper into her ass cruelly stretching her anus ring. She knew any second
now the spike would shoot up through her body and she'd be dead. She was hoping
it'll hurry up.
But John was having a change of heart, or at the very least, an idea.
He turned to the attendant and said "Release her."
The crowd remained quiet as Ivy stood up and John walked her down the stairs.
The Auction Manager broke the silence by calling the next slave.
Ivy was led by John until they got out to the car-park. When he judged there was
no one else around he removed her gag.
"What am I to do with you?"
Ivy remained quiet, mostly because her jaw hurt like hell. When John looked at
her in the eyes she knew she better say something.
"I dunno. But I don't want to be tortured anymore or to be served up on
someone's dinner plate. I'll do whatever it takes to go back to the school."
John thought for a while. "You really fucked me off with Priest. I don't give a
flying wank if you fucked him or not, but back-stabbing me by giving him the
key."
Ivy sighed. "I know I screwed up bad, what can I do to make it up to you?"
John smiled, he had been hoping for this opportunity. It was just unfortunate it
took the auction to get there.
"Easy Ivy, I know Priest gave the Monks the plans for the School. I want to know
their location, entire setup and security system."
Ivy shook her head sadly, "I don't have that information."
John smiled, "I know, but you can get it." _______________________________
Cindy Winslow sat on the bottom step of her father's basement. She watched him
as he prepared for another session with her. Cindy looked over her body. The
skin was creamy, light and tight. Whatever hormones were pumped into her at the
school certainly did there work.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her father's whistling. Cindy watched him for a
bit and then continued rubbing moisturizer on her breasts and belly. The school
recommended the girls kept their skin moisturized. It helped with the healing
process. But Cindy felt it just made it more painful for the girl. But her
father's orders were orders and she continued to spread the cream on her body.
Cindy looked at Paul setting up the electricity generator. She sighed. It looked
like it was going to be one of those sessions involving a lot of pain. In credit
to her training Cindy didn't move or even think about running. She finished
rubbing herself with the cream and sat waiting for her session.
A few minutes later Cindy was tied face down onto a table. Her legs were tied to
the table legs exposing her cunt and ass. Her arms were stretched forward
tightly. She could barely move. Paul threw a sheet over her. Cindy thought it
was to keep her warm, or so she thought.
The doorbell rang and Paul went upstairs and answered the front door. Cindy
heard a lot of talking and laughing. It sounded like a large group of people had
entered the house. For a few minutes she waited, then her worse fears were
confirmed, they were coming down the stairs.
She heard cat calls and whistled as a large number of men surrounded her. She
couldn't see them through the sheet but she felt extremely humiliated as they
made lewd suggestions and tried to out-do one another.
"Okay Guys!," Cindy heard her father say. "In the cabinets over there are a
number of dildos and whatever, take whatever you want and get ready."
Cindy heard the men shuffle over to the wall and the cabinets being opened. A
lot of them laughed and yelled, "Oh yeah baby!" They got out of their clothes
and stood around Cindy massaging their cocks making them hard. Paul got their
attention again.
"Okay, beneath this sheet is my lovely daughter. Your manager has paid for six
hours. You can do anything you want to her, except kill her of course.
Gentlemen, this is Cindy!"
... and with a flourish Paul grabbed the sheet and whipped it off Cindy. Cindy's
eyes quickly adjusted to the lights. She looked up as the men looked down. She
was completely under their control. Their cocks were huge and dripping with
pre-cum. Cindy saw football jackets on the benches. They were professional
athletes, and built like brick shit-houses.
"Me first!" yelled one and stepped forward. He had a whip with a lot of leather
lashes. He reared his arm back and brought it hard down on Cindy's stretched
ass. She screamed, the men loved it. _______________________________
The white limo pulled up at the school. Jenny and John got out. The limo
continued on as the driver had his instructions. A couple of hours later it
arrived at the entrance to the monastery. Ivy got out and watched as the limo
drove off down the road.
Seeing as she had no alternative and with her vibrator still pulsing inside her
cunt, Ivy went up to the monastery door. She rang the bell and waited.
A couple of hours passed and the door opened. Ivy was ushered in. She looked
around at the two monks and asked for the head monk. They nodded, closed the
door behind her and led her to the main chamber. _______________________________
Paul sat in his lounge room reading a book and watching his satellite TV.
Occasionally he could hear faint screams and laughter from the basement but that
was easily solved by turning up the TV volume. He looked at the clock and saw
Cindy had less than five minutes to go. Paul watched some more of the cricket
and quickly recounted his money. He made a nice $6000 for six hours work.
Paul waited a couple of extra minutes then he went down into the basement. The
football team were fucked, literally. Most of them were lying on the ground
having a sleep. The two that were left standing were still playing with Cindy.
One was fucking her up the ass while the second one was giving her some forced
deep throat.
Paul waited until they both cum. They dropped Cindy to the ground where she lay
there. Her body was a shrine to gang rape and torture. As Paul walked out the
players and in one case, had to help carry him out he wondered if Cindy had
bitten off more than she could chew.
He picked the unconscious Cindy up and took her over to the table. He lay her
down gently and tied her arms and legs down. Ropes were tied around her boobs to
make them stick out. Cindy regained consciousness. Her face was bruised and
cum-stained. Her breasts and belly were covered in red welts and her cunt was
probably as raw as it had ever been. Her ass and thighs had dark blue bruising
all over it.
Paul gave Cindy a long drink of water. He knew that all she wanted to do was
sleep for the next 24 hours but he was committed to giving Cindy her daily
session, no matter how much it hurt. Even though she had been brutally gang
raped, that was only a bit of fun for the day.
He took a tit crusher and placed Cindy's breasts in it. After a bit of screwing
he had her tits in nice and tight. Cindy moaned in protest but was powerless to
do anything. He then attached electrodes to Cindy's nipples and powered up the
generator. He set it for 12 volts and checked the wiring. Then he released
Cindy's right arm from the table.
"Okay Cin, I want you to screw down your tit crusher while I play with the
electricity."
Cindy screamed as the electricity ripped through her tortured breasts and spread
out across her body. After a few seconds Paul turned off the generator and went
looking for a metal dildo. He came back to see Cindy shaking on the table.
"Cindy, I won't ask you again to tighten those screws."
Cindy reached over and twisted the wing-nuts on top of her tit crusher. Her
boobs darkened to a deep red. She felt the 9 inch metal dildo being pushed deep
into her vagina. Paul watched her as she continued to twist the wing-nuts as
tears swelled up in her eyes.
Paul flicked on the generator and again Cindy twisted about and screamed. Cindy
fell back in exhaustion and sweat. She gasped for air.
They did this five more times, each time Cindy had to crushed her breasts some
more.
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