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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)
 
"Mr. Winters, can I get you another drink?" the serving girl asked, her hand lightly brushing my elbow as I eyed the newest slave that had been brought onto the stage. She was gorgeous. Perhaps it was her crystal blue eyes, or the distinctive tattoo that wound around her body, that I found so attractive, though more likely, it was her large, rounded breasts and her slender body. Whatever it was, I knew already that I would have her.

"Mr. Winters?" the serving girl asked again.

"Stop pestering me!" I replied, backhanding her hard enough to send her stumbling away with her hand clutched to her reddened cheek.

Turning my attention back to the stage, I realized that the bidding for the slave girl had begun. I motioned for one of the clerks from the auction house, who quickly made his way to where I waited.

"May I enter a bid for you, sir?" the balding man asked, his voice low and discreet.

"I would like to purchase the girl on the stage. Please have her delivered to my estate as soon as possible," I instructed him.

"Of course, Mr. Winters," he nodded. "And what shall I put down as your maximum bid, sir?"

"There is no maximum. I will have her," I explained before turning away. The bidding was still going on as walked past the stage and toward the exit. On a whim, I stopped in front of the stage and directed my gaze toward the slave girl.

"I hope that you like pain, girl," and with that, I was gone, anxious to get back to my estate and begin preparations for my newest toy.
 
I listened to the bidding going on around me. No one was bidding high enough. Was I not good enough for them. I watched, the ball gag in my mouth hurting my lips, I watched. An older man walked past the stage I was on, and looked at me.

"I hope you like pain, girl." He then walked off. Soon the auctioneer called "SOLD!!" And I was dragged off the stage into the back room.

The slave of the auctioneer told me where I was going. Mr. Winters. He had bid high enough and didn't say anything about it. The ball gag was taken out and I was allowed to shower and shave my body hair. After that I was dressed in only a silk red nightgown, my bust spilling out of it. I knew where I was going.

A makeshift collar was put on my neck and my arms were tied behind my back. I was pulled into the van that they tote their slaves around in. I didn't know where I was going until the car stopped and I was brought in front of a magnicficent estate.

My heart began to pound as I looked at the mansion. THe slave trader pushed me up, and knocked on the door, ready to get rid of me. I did what slaves are suppose to do. I kept my eyes on the ground, not wanting to look at you when you came out.
 
By the time the van arrived at the front of the main house, I had everything prepared. Wearing a simple white dress shirt and black slacks, I answered the door myself.

"Enter and stand in the center of the room," I instructed the slave girl, closing the door behind her as I motioned toward the large open room with the black and gold marbled floor.

As I approached her from behind, I could hear the van pulling away, leaving us alone. My fingers brushed against her bare shoulders as I reached up to remove the nightgown she wore, letting it fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles. I circled around in front of her, my eyes on her face.

"Tell me your name, pet."
 
I did what he was told as I stood in the center of the room. His fingers brushed my shoulder and he removed my nightgown. I sighed, looking at him. He asked me my name.

"Sarah sir." I told him, watching him.
 
"Sara," I repeated as if testing the name on my lips. "That's a very pretty name, but since you have a new home, and a new master...I think you need a new name. Perhaps we can choose one together, after we've gotten to know one another better." I suggested before slipping a small, plain black collar from my pocket. It was a dog collar without adornment of any kind, meant for a small dog.

Slipping it around your neck, it barely fits you, pressing into the flesh of your neck. Then I produce a small leash from my other pocket and attach it to the collar. "Down on your hands and knees, my pet," I instruct you, my voice hard and cold. "Now, follow me and I will show you your room."

I start toward main staircase, the leash trailing behind me until it pulls tight, the slack gone.
 
I do what I am told after he clips the collar and leash on. It hurts a little and its pinching my neck. But I know I must not disappoint my new master. I get on my hands and knees. Then I began to follow you out, you pulling on my leash.
 
The room I lead you to is stark compared to the rest of the house. No lavish decor, no expensive furniture. The only items in the room are a large, wire cage in one corner with a blanket in the bottom, and a metal cabinet against the opposite wall, a small door beside it. In the center of the room a hook hangs from the cieling.

I lead you to the center of the room and pull you roughly to your feet as I hang the end of the leash onto the hook. "This is your room. You will not leave this room unless given permission. If I place you in the cage, you will not leave the cage without permission. If I place your leash on the hook, you will not take it off without permission."

"Do you have any questions regarding these rules?" I ask, absently reaching out to cup one of your full breasts.
 
I listen to waht he says. I wonder what is in the cabinet, but I listen to what he says as he ties my leash to the hook. I watch him as he cups my breasts.

"No sir there is none." I tell him, smiling.
 
"That's good," I respond. I drop my hand from the young slave's bosom, but not before running my finger over her nipple roughly. "There will be more rules, but those will suffice for now," I explained, circling around behind her, my fingers trailing around her stomach to her back.

Stopping to appreciate her firm, shapely ass, I let my hand glide down so that I can caress it briefly. The sight of her bare buttocks begins to arouse me. Stepping close enough to press my body against her backside, I reach around to grab her breasts firmly, squeezing them.
 
I felt him suddenly behind me and grabbed my breasts. I jumped for a second, but then let him carrass them. I moan from the stumulation. My leash pulled my collar and it hurt a bit, but I was used to it.
 
One hand still fondling the blond slave's breasts, I reached up with the other hand and unhooked the leash from her collar. "Down on your knees," I whispered into her ear as I pushed down on her shoulder, forcing her down hard.

With her kneeling in front of me, facing away from me, I unzipped my pants and pull my stirring cock out, the head brushing against the back of her head.
 
I was forced down on my knees hard, but I did what was said. I closed my eyes as I faced away from him. Suddenly something hit the back of my head. I sighed, and waited.
 
My hand moved to the young girl's head, my fingers slipping into her hair, gripping tightly. Then jerking her head back violently, and turning it slightly to the side, I guided my cock to her face, rubbing the head against her cheek, her nose, her eyes. Slowly I moved my cock across her face, letting it touch every part of her face, every part except her mouth.
 
I gasped suddenly. My hair hasn't been pulled iin forever. His let his cock go around my face. I suddenly became very wet. My nipples had grown hard and erect, pointing outward toward him. My pussy became wet and sore. He kept rubbing against me, and I moaned.
 
Pulling my cock from her face, I pull the young woman's head back until her eyes are staring up at the cieling. Holding her there, I drop my pants to the floor and step out of them. Then, stepping forward, I straddle her head, lowering myself enough that my testicles are resting against her face.
 
I feel him put his cock and balls against my face. But I am not told to move or to take it yet. So I stare at the ceiling, until I am told to.
 
I drag my ball sack across the slave girl's face, annointing her, not stopping until every part of her face has been rubbed against my testicles.

"Pleasure me with your tongue," I command her.
 
I do what was told. I start to lick his cock, before taking the head of it in my mouth. I begin to suck on it, making him happy. It was huge in my moth, but I actually liked it.
 
The slave was talented, that much was obvious by the way she worked my dick with her mouth and tongue. Talented and well trained, especially for some one so young. I waited patiently as she sucked me, waited as my cock grew larger in her mouth, filling her mouth until her lips were straining around my girth. Her tongue was soft and wet and slid easily over the swelling head, and then down beneath the shaft, teasing the thin sensitive skin there. Reaching down and placing one hand on the back of her head, I made sure her head was tilted completely up as I began to push my thick rod down her throat. With my other hand, I gripped her nose, preventing her from breathing through it.
 
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