Her eyes were wide as saucers as she was frog-walked down the dimly lit corridor past my cell.  Mostly fright, I was sure, and the sight of my naked body did nothing to allay her fears.  The two guards holding her tightly by her arms dragged her to the center of the chamber that was the center of our little circle of cells and lifted her arms over her head to secure them in the leather straps that hung at the end of steel cables.

“Please!” she cried.  “I’ve done nothing wrong!  Why are you doing this?”

Nothing wrong?  No, nothing except being a prime piece of female flesh.  Most of us here voiced the same objection when we were first taken.  I say most of us.  Don’t include me in that sanctimonious group.

I’m a whore. A prostitute.  At least, that’s what I used to be.  Here, I’m just a piece of meat that men pay to play with.  Prostitution?  The only difference now is I don’t get paid.

By my best guess, I’ve been here just short of six months.  That makes me the senior member of the little group surrounding our latest addition.  Two of the women that were here when I arrived have disappeared under unusual circumstances.  Three others were sold to wealthy foreigners.  I guess 35 year old whores don’t appeal to the long-term investors.

I have no idea where I am.  Taken as I walked along 52nd street in New York City, I was drugged and awoke sometime later, naked and chained in the cell I now occupied.  I, along with the other women, were obviously now simply meat to sell to people with out of the ordinary tastes in sex.  Since talking to some of the other women, I learned that my circumstances were no different than theirs, other than we had been gathered from all four corners of the world.

A loud sob captured my attention once more and I saw that the two guards were roughly squeezing and pinching the girl’s tits.  Although she was still clothed, her shirt was badly torn in several places and bare flesh peeked out.  As if they just noticed it, the two brutes grabbed the fabric and ripped it off of her.

A bit of envy swept over me as I stared at her firm tits now quivering in fear.  I had always been proud of my own but these were genuine prime globes.  Tiny pink nipples stood erect and invited the guard’s fingers as they pinched and twisted her tender flesh until she cried out in dismay.

Her skirt was the next to find the floor and black thong panties quickly followed.  A neatly trimmed bush between her thighs confirmed the fact that she was a true blonde.  She was sobbing hysterically now as the two men groped her, squeezing her tits and fingering her gash.  She would soon learn that this was child’s play compared to what would come later.

Later was like 10 minutes.  One of the guards went to the cabinet where all the goodies were stored and took a leather flogger out.  A ten fingered weapon of leather with split tips that would get your attention real quick. 

The first stroke across her lower back brought a gasp from her lips as her body surged forward.  A second followed quickly, crossing the plump cheeks of her ass and evoking a scream that echoed through the dark chamber.  She was jerking and heaving now as the pain swiftly traveled to her brain, exploding in all its fury.  Her tits were flying from side to side and her arms threatened to tear themselves from her shoulders while she danced the dance of agony.

I felt the arousal as I watched the torture of our new companion and my hand subconsciously crept down between my thighs to cup my now dripping pussy.  I had been there before as she was, dangling like a sack of meat, absorbing the pain, wanting it to stop yet wanting it more and more as my cunt dripped with lust.

They were working her over hard now; the flogger flailing her back, her ass, her thighs and back to her shoulders.  Her lungs had long since emptied and the only sounds coming from her now were obscene grunts.  She had puked all over herself and her bladder had released.  Sweat poured from her body in rivulets and ran down her legs to join the other bodily fluids at her feet.

I was finger-fucking myself intently, absorbed in the scene of torture and imagining myself in her place.  When the orgasm struck I cried out unashamedly and sagged back from the bars.  My cries didn’t go unnoticed and one of the guards approached my cell with a smirk on his face.

“Want to join the fun, Angela?” he asked as he unlocked the door to my cell.

“No!  No!” I cried, although I knew my protest wouldn’t succeed and I also knew that I didn’t want it to.

Laughing, he grabbed the chain hanging from my collar and pulled me toward the door.  On my hands and knees I crawled behind him to the chamber where the other woman hung limply, groaning in agony.  Her breath was ragged, evidenced by the rise and fall of those magnificent tits.  Her body twisted slowly in the air and I saw with some yearning the vivid red stripes adorning her back.

The flogger hit my ass and I gasped in surprise.   One of the strands curved up my crease and kissed my pussy, sending me into another orgasm that brought a moan from my lips.  I was sweating now as I neared the suspended girl.

“You want her?”

“Yes. . .” My hunger was so great; my reply came as a hoarse whisper.

The guard dropped the chain and I slowly rose to my feet.  The girl stared at me in a mixture of bewilderment and fear.  She stared at the rings hanging from my nipples and realized that she would soon be wearing similar ones.  Acceptance of her situation was gradually sinking in and her breath grew even more ragged while she slowly shook her head in disbelief.

I slapped her hard, sending her head spinning and a hoarse cry from her lips.  I slapped her again and her head rocked back, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.  A fist hard into her belly doubled her up, bringing her feet from the floor and a gagging sound from her throat.  Heat was burning in my belly now; the beginning of another orgasm as I began to slap those wondrous tits back and forth, back and forth until they were beet red.  The nipples were hard as rocks when I finished.  I stepped back and drew a deep breath, my pussy surging in lust, while she groaned and twisted at the end of her tether.

“Eat her pussy!”

Unflinchingly I sank to my knees and buried my mouth in that sweet, blonde covered gash.  Parting the lips of her pussy, I sank my tongue deep inside her, twirling it while I sucked at her clit.  I could feel her hips rise to my touch and distant sounds of moans reached my ears.  She was already damp and it took little effort before my mouth was flooded with her secretions  My own body was burning now and I grasped her hips, pulling her closer and bit the little bud, bringing a cry of hunger from above me.  Floating, I applied even more pressure against her sex; my tongue driving deep inside her, flicking at her rampant clit until another flood released into my mouth.

I felt a cock pressing against my ass and lifted my body slightly to receive it.  Grasping my cheeks, I pulled them apart and quickly felt a steel shaft enter my colon.  Beside myself with lust, my body bounced back and forth as I was plundered from behind while my mouth soaked up the torrent of cum pouring from the girl’s cunt.  I was faintly aware that the other guard had resumed his work with the flogger and the girl was screaming in a mixture of agony and desire.

The guy behind me was slamming his cock into me with all of his strength, his groin slapping against my ass while I tried to maintain contact with the girl’s pussy.  It wasn’t easy because the flogger had her jerking and heaving so much her body was flipping all over the place.  I could visualize those magnificent tits flying all over and the thought sent me into another orgasm.

The action came to an abrupt halt as the guy behind me stiffened and leaned over my back, grabbing my tits and squeezing them deliciously.  I sensed a jet of hot fluid unload up my ass and moaned appreciatively.  At the same time, I leaned back slightly to see the flogger hit the floor beside me.  The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing of the four participants.

Curled up on my side, I tried to regain my senses.  All of a sudden I was joined by the young girl who lay almost motionless on her back.  The only signs of life were those marvelous tits rising and falling in rapid succession as she fought for oxygen.  Vivid red stripes crossed the tender meat although her nipples stood out like pencil erasers.

“All right cunt 27, back to your cage!”

Did I tell you I was now cunt 27?    The brand on my ass certified me as the 27th participant in the little games we played.  All of us in this menagerie had no further use for names, only numbers.  Humbly, I crawled back to my cell, the chain hanging from my neck collar clinking on the stone floor as I moved.  I watched as the newbie was dragged out of the room, her head lolling on her shoulders and her body twitching uncontrollably.

The next time I saw newbie, her ass now identifying her as cunt 31, she was dragged back into the main chamber, struggling with all her strength but fighting a losing battle.  Those fantastic tits now sported chrome rings hanging from her nipples and two more clicking together from the lips of her vagina as her legs churned beneath her.  The blonde bush that previously decorated her gash was no longer present.  She was as smooth as a baby around that delicious sexpot that had spent welcome moments attached to my mouth.

She had acquired steel bands around her wrists and ankles as well as a steel collar around that lovely neck.  I had to admit she was the most stunning piece of ass in the room.

All of us “cunts” had been ushered into the main chamber for the weekly auction.  Some of us would be sold permanently; others for only the night.  A small dais had been placed in the center of the room and the twelve of us hung by our wrists behind it.  In front were upholstered chairs and sofas, occupied by the interested spectators who chatted eagerly in tongues that ranged from French to Arabic.  Dressed splendidly in evening gowns and tuxedos, we were made to feel even more naked by their appearance.  A bar at the side of the room was serving the clientele their choice of beverages and the conversations grew louder as the hour approached when Salvador would appear.

Salvador was the proprietor (and probably the principal of this operation) who appeared occasionally when one or more of us were being subjected to the whims and desires of his customers.  A tall man with a swarthy complexion, he always wore a mask concealing much of his face except for the piercing black eyes that seemed to bore holes through your flesh.  A thin mustache occupied his upper lip and his jaw seemed to be made of steel.

The room grew silent as Salvador entered from a door I had never seen used before.  He strode over to the dais and mounted it, holding up a hand for silence that was already in place.  For several minutes, he simply stood without speaking; staring at the spectators as if he wanted to turn all of them into slaves.  Finally, he took a deep breath and his lips parted in what some might consider a smile.

“Welcome,” he began, “to our weekly auction.  Many of you have been here before but for those who are newcomers to our meetings, let me repeat our rules.  First, there will be no permanent injury or death rendered any of my women.  If that occurs, the guest or guests who cause such injury or death will take that slave’s place in my establishment and remain so until they are either purchased or dismissed at my direction.  Second, any slave purchased for the evening may be exchanged within the first hour after their acquisition for another; however, after an hour there will be no exchanges allowed.  We have individual cells available for your use or you may remain in this room should you wish to display your techniques for the rest of the audience.  A large assortment of tools is available to you in either setting.  Are there any questions?”

One of the male guests stood and cleared his throat.  “Are all of the slaves clean?”

Salvador laughed, along with several of the other guests.  “Yes, all of them are clean.  In addition to weekly visits by my physician, each was administered several enemas prior to this evening.  They have had nothing to eat or drink for the last 24 hours.  You may rest assured that any orifice you wish to use will be completely free of any disease or bodily material.  Anymore?”

“If not, let’s proceed with the evening’s auction.  Our first offering will be cunt 18.  Ahmid, would you please bring her forward to the dais.”

18 was a black girl from France who had been here when I arrived.  She had overly large breasts and the typical ass of a black woman but her flesh and face were remarkable.  Salvador had cut her hair until it was not much longer than a man’s and the shape of her head was most attractive.  At Ahmid’s directions, she strode up to the dais almost defiantly and stood next to Salvador, glaring at the spectators that began to whisper among themselves as they beheld her beauty.

18 extended her wrists to Ahmid and another guard who connected them to two cables descending from the ceiling of the chamber.  A faint whirring sound came from in back and we watched as 18’s arms were slowly lifted above her head, emphasizing her breasts and stretching her flesh over her ribs.  Ahmid attached the bands around her ankles to links embedded in the dais, spreading her legs wide and revealing the pink flesh surrounded by the dark lips of her vagina. The muscles in her thighs became rigid as she was drawn taut in a vivid display of sexuality.

Salvador had a short whip, much like a quirt, that was about 3 feet long and consisted of woven leather with four or five leather tassels on the tip.  He drew the whip along the underside of 18’s tits, sending her into a spasm of anticipation.  The moisture between her thighs was clearly visible.

“And what am I bid for this lovely?”

“1,000!”

“1,500!”

“$3,000!”

“$5,000!”

“Come now, ladies and gentlemen, you can do much better than that!  She’s worth at least “$15,000!”

“$20,000!”

“$25,000!”

A pause in the audience.  “$25,000?  Is that the final bid?  Going once!  Going twice!  Sold, for $25,000!”

The successful bidder, a short, fat man, grinning from ear to ear, strode to the platform and grabbed 18’s arms. With Ahmin’s assistance, the trio disappeared behind the door that Salvador had entered.

“I had thought to delay the next one to the end of the auction, but I detect some reluctance on your part to bid actively.  Our next property to auction is newly arrived.  I believe you will find her the finest we’ve offered in quite some time.  Please bring cunt 31 to the stage!”

Newbie was hauled up next to Salvador with eyes wide and tears running down her cheeks.  By the way those great tits were working, she was having trouble getting her breath.  Her legs were trembling a bit as Ahmid, newly returned from the dungeon, lifted her arms over her head to secure them in the restraints.  When they spread her thighs to secure her ankles, she moaned loudly; thereby increasing the interest on the part of the spectators.

“I will open the bidding at $50,000”, Salvador announced.

“$50,000!”

“$75,000!”

The bidding was fast and spirited and when Salvador announced ‘sold’, Newbie had been auctioned for a record amount: $200,000.00.  A handsome man with graying hair and a voluptuous woman approached the dais to accept their prize.  Surprisingly, they announced that they would exhibit Newbie to the rest of the spectators while they applied their skills.

Newbie was kept secured to her restraints but the frame tilted slightly back so that she hung at a slight angle with her legs spread wide and her sex completely visible to the audience.  The couple wheeled a cart next to their captive and proceeded to attach clips to her nipples that ran from wires coming from a small black box.  A steel dildo, also attached to the end of a wire, was inserted up her rectum.

“Oh, Please!  Please don’t do this!  Oh, Nooooo!”

Newbie should have known that she was wasting her breath.

I was a bit surprised when the couple produced a vibrator the size of a flashlight.  The silence in the room was deafening as the buzz of the vibrator started and the man held it up against Newbie’s pussy.

‘Oh!  Oh!  Unnnn!  Oh!” she cried; her eyes wide with astonishment as the vibrator played against her tender flesh.  She shook her head in dismay at the involuntary sensations rising in her loins.

I could see it coming.  First her hips began to twitch and then they were thrusting upward frantically.

“Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Ohhhh, God!”

Her eyes had rolled back into her head and her body was bouncing up and down while sweat dripped from her every pore.  If there was a dry pussy or soft dick in the audience, they had to be gay.  For myself, I had two fingers up my cunt, working like hell.

Just as newbie had her orgasm, they pushed a button on the little box and newbie screamed

“AAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!”

Her tits were bouncing all over her chest and she was shaking her head so hard I feared it would break her neck.  The veins stood out in her neck and drool ran down from the corner of her mouth.  I stared in awe as the couple pressed the vibrator against newbie’s cunt once again.

“Oh!  Oh!  Oh, Fuck!  FUCCCKKKK!!!”

Then they started to give her a little shock every few seconds while pressing the vibrator deep against her pussy.  Newbie was gasping for breath now while her body, drenched in sweat, was humping like a two-bit whore (which she probably was).

“FUUUCCCKKKKMEEEEEEE!!!!” she screamed, her hips thrusting, her head raised to stare at her swollen pussy.  “AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!”

The current now had her nipples as hard as bullets and thin wisps of smoke rose from the tortured flesh.  Pain was a stranger to newbie now as her cunt became the center of her universe.  I glanced at the audience and saw several couples fucking like crazy; totally oblivious to the other spectators.  For myself, I was on my third orgasm.

For more than an hour Newbie was put through her paces: first the vibrator would send her to her next orgasm, quickly followed by a blast from the tens unit.  By that time, her eyes had rolled back into her head and the only sounds coming from her throat were inhuman grunts.  Everyone of us ‘cunts’ on the line were humping an imaginary lover while watching her ordeal.  Salvador couldn’t keep up with the frantic bidding for us remaining slaves and I soon found myself being led to a private cell by a fat Arab.