Sold! (Closed to Dr O)

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"And this. Fine gentlemen. She is the last buy of the day."

I was pushed out onto the platform in front of everyone. I was nothing but a prize now, and I liked it.

My name is Sarah Hopkins. I'm 22 years old. I have dirty blonde hair that falls in curls over my shoulders and deep blue eyes. I have 36 d cups and a round ass but a slender body. I also have a vine tatoo thats starts at my neck and wraps around my arms, legs and body once.

I was sold into slavery when I was abducted a long time ago. The guy needed a slave, and he took me. He destroyed everything about me and everyone thought I was dead. He taught me everything about being a slave, and I did all of it. I loved it, but sometimes hated it.

Like now. I was being sold at a slave market. These men were old and dirty. And I wasn't ready for this. I wanted out, but I knew I couldn't.

The auctioneer kept talking about me as his two slaves tied me over a post. My arms were tied behind me on the post, and I'm on my knees with my legs spread out and tied. I'm wearing nothing, and I'm gagged. The guy kept talking about me, and I heard the whispers of everyone who were thinking about buying me.

"And look at this pussy. You won't find another one like it." He said, slapping my pussy and I moaned. He chuckled.

"And she's real good with everything you throw at her, including bondage and toys. She loves to be shown to friends and you can humiliate her any way you want." I looked around at the men.

"Dont forget. You get a complimentary collar and outfit for the lovely young lady. And don't forget to go buy our bondage and toys kiosk to get for the lady." He said, before starting the bidding.

(I need a guy who will bid a lot of money and win her. He takes her home and does anything he want with her. I like all kinds of bdsm and humiliation. If you want any ideas just PM me. PLEASE DO THIS IM DESPERATE)
 
David Lawrence sat in the back row of the crowded auction room, stewing in his own anger. His sexual frustration was immense. Over the course of their 15-year marriage, David's wife had gradually but steadily resisted his sexual advances more and more. She was too tired, she said. She wasn't in the mood, she said. He didn't take the time to "woo" her any more, she said. Over the past two years, David had only had sex with his wife five or six times, and it had been at least five years since she had performed oral sex to completion, even though she was well aware that David especially loved oral sex.

David had tried romantic gestures, had tried doing more chores around the house, had tried everything. Nothing had worked. He had opportunities for affairs, but he had always resisted. He wanted to stay faithful to his wife, his marriage. He would lie awake at night, his pulse pounding in his temples, trying to quell his raging desire and go to sleep. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn't, and David would steal out of his bedroom and into his home office where he kept his computer. There he could find images and videos of women who were more than willing to satisfy his every desire. They looked up at him and asked him if they could suck his cock. They begged for him to fuck them hard, to fuck their faces, their cunts, their assholes. David would masturbate furiously as he watched, stroking himself as fast as he could until he came, his semen spraying all over his stomach, his chest, everywhere.

One night about five months ago, David had been in his study, masturbating and watching porn, when his wife angrily entered the room and flipped on the light. David was caught red-handed, his hand circling his fully erect penis and a woman on the screen moaning as a man forced a giant rubber dildo into her anus. David's wife looked in horror at the screen, then at David's erection, then at David's face.

"How dare you!" she spat. "How dare you sneak in here and cheat on me with that filthy porn!"

David tried to cover up his erection and his embarrassment. "Honey, it's not cheating, it's just--"

"It's CHEATING!" she cried. "You are married to me! You are not allowed to lust after ANYONE but me! How could you do this to me?"

"How could I do this?" he yelled, rising to his feet. "You won't let me have sex with you more than once a month, and even then, you act like you just gave me a ride to the airport! I just--"

"Don't worry about that!" David's wife screamed. "You don't need me now, you have all your porn sluts to keep you happy now. So don't let ME bother you again!" And she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Since that night, David had not had sex with his wife. He had tried to talk with his wife about their fight, and his basic sexual needs, but she refused to even engage the conversation. Ashamed by what had happened, David had vowed not to masturbate again, and he had stopped watching porn altogether. But after five months, David's lust was indescribable. He could hardly concentrate on anything. And as the days turned into weeks, and David went longer and longer without any sexual release, he grew angrier and angrier.

The only thing keeping him sane was an excellent distraction -- the sale of his entire real estate portfolio. David had started buying small apartment buildings with borrowed money when he was still in college, and now, at just 42, he was ready to sell off the whole package to an institutional investor. Two months ago, the sale closed, and after meeting with his accountant, David was ecstatic: even after all the taxes, fees and commissions were paid, David was going to walk away from the closing table with a cashier's check for more than forty million dollars. He was set for life. It was one of the happiest and proudest days of his life.

After the closing, David went straight home to tell his wife the good news and show her the check. He walked into their home and found her in the living room, thumbing through a catalog.

"Honey, we closed," he said, smiling. "Everything's done. We don't have to worry about money any more. I--"

"Great, honey," she said, looking up at him. "Now you can stay home and jerk off to porn to your heart's content. In fact, why don't you go in the office right now and have a celebratory jack-off? Your porn sluts are always waiting, aren't they?" She looked back down at her catalog. "How much did we clear, anyway?"

He stared down at her, disbelieving, pain and hurt in his eyes. Then, something else: anger and hatred. Right then, at that moment, David changed forever. A part of him closed off for good, and another, darker part of him opened up. He glowered down at his wife.

"How much did we clear? We cleared... thirty million, honey."

"Hmm, I thought it was going to be more, didn't you? Oh well, let me know when it's in the account." She never looked up again.

David fumed as he drove to the bank. He deposited thirty million in his regular account and, with the other ten million, he opened a new, numbered account that only he would be able to access. He could transfer funds remotely, online, without any of the money being traceable back to him. Then he went home and began his research.

*****

Now here he was, watching young naked girls being paraded across the stage and sold to the highest bidder. They were so scared and looked helpless, and David found that he was ashamed of the erection throbbing in his pants. He was about to leave... when the last girl was pushed out on to the stage. She was young and thin, but curvy at the same time. She was naked like the others, but she looked different. She looked... defiant. Confident. Like she almost wanted to be there, on display for this rabble.

David stared at her and felt his pulse pounding in his temples. That's her, he thought to himself. I will take it all out on her.

He raised his hand. "Fifty thousand dollars."
 
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I sighed, watching as the biddings were small, weak, and wrong. If they wanted a girl like me, they would have to bid high. I wasn't weak or small or innocent like these others that were just being taught. I had already been taught to be a submissive slut. I liked it, I loved it.

I looked up as a guy called out a huge bid. My eyes widened. Fifty thousand dollars! I'm worth that much. I tried to smile and pull against my binds. The auctioneer cried SOLD!!!!, and I was his.

I was marched off to wait for my new master to claim me. They forced me back against a post. My arms were tied behind my back and my legs were behind the post, locked in a spreader bar, so my legs were spread wide and everyone could have a look at me. A thick black collar was placed on my neck, the tag reading "Slut", the ball gag still in my mouth. There I waited. Waited for my new master. Waited for the torture and humilation. The ganging, and the toys and bondage. All for me. I waited in anxiety.
 
David was surprised there were no other bids, but he felt his cock twitch when he heard the gavel bang and the auctioneer cry "Sold!" He owned this woman. He could do whatever he wanted with her. And he planned to.

He walked up to collect her and found her tied to a post, her legs spread open. She was gagged and tagged, trussed up like a side of beef. He looked at her body, her breasts, her open pussy. She was perfect.

"Cut her loose and get all that shit off of her," he barked at the auctioneer's minions. They all jumped at the force of his voice, and then the lackeys quickly untied her and removed the other badges of shame. She stood before him, naked.
 
I was shocked by his voice. It was deep and forcefuly, but she knew it would be perfect.

The lackeys untied me and took the gag and collar from me. I was then forced on my feet and in front of him. I looked up at him, my arms crosse dbehind my back in a submissive position. I smirked.
 
David looked at her, and she looked right back. Then she smirked, a cocky little half-smile as she held his gaze.

She's got heart, David thought to himself. She's naked in front of all these lowlifes and she's just been sold like chattel, but she's still smiling. I wonder if she'll still be smiling after I've used her?

He turned to one of the helpers. "Get her a robe and cover her up," he ordered. The man quickly disappeared and returned with a black silk robe, which covered her from shoulder to thigh. David tied the robe in front of her. He looked her in the eyes and gently brushed her hair away from her face. Then he gently gripped her shoulders, and to everyone's surprise, he kissed her gently on the lips.

"Hey, man, you sure you wanna do that?" said one of the lackeys. "You don't know where that mouth has been!" And everyone laughed, all the minions and the auctioneer and the remaining bidders who were still there.

David took a short step and smashed his elbow full force into the lackey's nose. The laughter stopped instantly as the man collapsed to the floor, bellowing and holding his broken nose as blood spurted from it. Everyone else in the room gasped and yelled in shock.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" David boomed, and all went silent, even the minion with the broken nose. He turned to the girl, held out his hand, and led her from the room.
 
I was quite shocked when he kissed me. I had been kissed before, but not like this. It was weird. I knew he wanted me like everyone else wanted me. I smiled as he broke the guy's nose. It was hilarious. He then toook my hand and led me out of the room.

"Where are we going sir?" I asked, looking around.
 
"I have a car waiting," David said. "I'm afraid you'll have to sit in the back where all the windows are blacked out. We're going to my place."

He led her outside to a small limousine. He opened the door for her and let her climb in, then closed the door behind her. He got in the front seat and the car drove off.

She looked out the window but found she couldn't see anything.
 
I noticed when I couldn't see anything. I began to get excited. This was nice. I didn't know where I was going, except it was his place. I smiled. This was going to be fun.
 
David drove his car to a small warehouse building in a nondescript part of the city. He pressed a button on a remote controller and a door opened to allow his car to drive in. Once inside, the door closed behind him. He had recently bought the car, and the building, with cash, and had arranged to have the building built out to his exact specifications, but he never told anyone who he was, and he always paid with untraceable wire transfers from his numbered account.

He turned off the ignition, got out of the car and opened the back door. He held out his hand for her and helped her climb out of the car, then guided her from the small garage area inside the newly renovated interior space. It was a huge one-bedroom apartment, clean and tastefully decorated with a kitchen, a living area, and a king-size bed at the other end. The far corner of the apartment was partially walled off, but beyond it was a huge bathroom, including the largest walk-in shower the girl had ever seen.
 
I walked into his apartment. Thi was amazing. It was only one bedroom, but it was amazing!

"Wow sir. This is really good!" She exclaimed, smiling.
 
"Let me show you my favorite part of this apartment," David said, taking her hand and leading her into the bathroom.

It was magnificent, gleaming white from floor to ceiling. The fixtures fairly shone. As Sarah walked across the tile, she noticed that it was slightly warm under her bare feet. The floor was heated!

The shower by itself was larger than most bathrooms. It was completely enclosed except for an extra-wide door. Sarah walked into the shower and stood in the middle. She stretched her arms out wide and turned slowly in a circle. Her fingertips were nowhere near any of the shower walls. There were shower heads at both ends and on each side, and more water faucets above. At each end of the shower was a benchlike seat built right into the wall. It would be easy to sit - or lie down - on one of the benches and let the water course over.

David watched sat down on one of the benches and watched her. "Why don't you take a shower and get cleaned up," he said.
 
I smiled. This was magnificent. And I didn't mind taking a shower in front of him. SO i disrobed and turn on the water. The water felt so amazing on me. I loved it. I kept washing up and soaping myself up.
 
David sat and watched her rub soap all over herself.

"Slow down, sweetheart," he said. "Take your time. Wash your hair, get all that grime out. Then take the soap, lather up your hands slowly, and let me watch you clean each part of your body, one by one."
 
I did what he told me to do. My hair was filthy. Who knows what it was, but it was a blonde, not dirty blonde. I got all the grime out of my hair and began to rub each part of my body to get the dirt and whatever was left off of my body.
 
David stood up and took off his clothes, tossing them outside the shower. Now naked, he walked over to her. She was rubbing soap on her breasts when she looked up and saw him. She stopped.

"Give me the soap," he said, holding out his hand. She did.

"Turn around, put your hands on the wall, spread your legs and stick out your ass towards me," he commanded.
 
I did what I was told. I walked over after giving him the soap. I put my hands on the wall and spread my legs wide, showing my ass to him. I couldn't wait to see what was next.
 
David studied her wet, bare ass as he lathered the soap in his hands. He had not touched a woman other than his wife in 15 years. This was the point of no return.

Fuck her, he thought.

He stepped behind his new slave and rubbed the soap on her shoulders and down her arms. He reached around her and rubbed her tits, pinching her nipples with his fingers. His soapy hands circled back around to her back, traveling lower, then jumping down to her thighs, calves, feet. Then he took some more soap and began to wash her naked bottom, his hands making smooth circles on her tight round buttocks. His cock was engorged, enormous, fully erect as he fondled her ass with his soapy hands.
 
I let him soap me up the way he wanted. My body was wet and suddenly my pussy became wet, aching for him. I knew he was long and hard. I felt his hands down my legs and my ass and I moaned. I shifted a little bit and it felt good as he massaged me.
 
David paused and look at her perfect young ass, soapy water dripping off it down on to the shower floor. He rubbed more lather into his hands, then reached between her legs and found her wet cunt with his fingers. He worked his fingers all around the outside of her pussy, sliding them into every fold and crevice, pushing over her clit, making her clean.
 
I moaned as he slipped inside me, his cold soapy hands inside me. I moaned again and felt my legs spread wider for him. I smile, looking down between my legs.
 
David pushed the soap into Sarah's cunt, feeling the wetness and heat as he cleaned every inch of her. He swirled his fingers deep inside her pussy, making sure he didn't miss anything. Then he took one of the smaller shower heads and directed it between her legs, rinsing all of the soap out of her vagina.
 
I moaned. it felt so good! She couldn't believe it. Not one of her masters had ever treated her like this. It was so amazing.
 
When he was satisfied that his slave's cunt was nice and clean, David got some more soap and lathered up his hands again. Then he placed his hand under her ass, and very slowly, he began to slide one soapy fingertip across her asshole. He watched her reaction.
 
I moaned then quickley, feeling his finger across my ass. I clenched tightly, but wanted him to open and just fuck me. It was soo good, but I couldn't do anything about it.
 
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