i blinked, and tears came to my eyes. Being in the dark for so long made me photosensitive, and i'd lost count of the days and weeks spent in the dungeon at the slave trainer's home. Sensory deprivation and starvation had left me desperate and willing to perform the crude acts i was expected to commit to memory as they would be part of my repertoire for the rest of my life. One of the things i learned was never to say no.

"C'mere cunt," the man holding my leash said, grabbing my hair and pulling me forward further in the light. He positioned me kneeling, legs spread wide, back arched, and tits thrust forward. As always i kept my eyes down until i was called upon to look up. But under my lashes i could see a roomful of men. Most were dressed in business suits, but a few had that casual chic look going on. Finally, i realized, it had come... my auction.

Helplessly, i felt my pussy moisten and throb. i couldn't help respond to their intent gazes.

"What am I bid for this prime piece of slave meat, Gentlemen?" my handler called out.
"Starting bid is 10,000 US dollars." i felt my face redden in shame. That was low, such a low starting bid for me. Hadn't i proved my worth, as my humiliations and degradations piled up, and i responded to each with fervor, slave body hot, wet, aching with need?

He lifted my head to the crowd. I had been painted expertly, my face made up to show off the beauty of my eyes and sensual lips. My gleaming silken hair caught the light and shined with caramel and reddish hues. I heard several bids called out immediately, but unsatisfied, the man holding me put me through my paces. He had me turn around first and put my face to the floor. My ass high in the air, and wet cunt exposed, he showed the buyers my riches. My pussy juice leaked down my thighs and i trembled, feeling the tip of a rattan cane run over my back and ass. i squirmed as he explored my folds, barely holding in the moan that threatened to issue from my throat. He directed me to spread my ass cheeks, and as i did, He stuck the tip of the cane directly on my anus. Unable to control myself, i pushed back seeking to impale my asshole on the stick.

"Oh no, little one, that will definitely not do," He said to me quietly. I felt the sharp crack of the cane across the backs of my thighs, and again on the soles of my feet. My asshole clenched, but i held position, continuing to spread my ass wide. My pussy was demanding to be invaded, it's depths plumbed by cock, toy, or instrument of torture.

to be continued...