White Slave Auction - Rebecca - Sex Stories

White Slave Auction - Rebecca

... was put into a cell. Guarded by two bored-looking men and told to take off her clothes! Rebecca had no choice in the matter and had been forced to strip down, her face red and her hands trembling. The guards had not made it easy. They had commented on her body, on her breasts, asking how many men she'd fucked, how experienced she was, and where she liked to touch herself.

Once she was naked, they took away everything. Her clothes, her money, her phone. Even her glasses! She was left shivering and naked in the cell, cursing herself for signing the contract and wrestling with the sinking realization that she had no one else to blame but herself for this latest stupidity.

In the present, she heard a door open and was shoved forward. She stumbled, the chains clinking as she caught herself. She was somewhere different now, and she strained her senses. She could hear soft murmuring and breathing. Many voices spoke in hushed whispers. The floor felt different under her bare feet. Was she on a stage?

The day had come then. All doubt was dispelled. She'd sold herself into slavery to escape her debts and now it was time for the auction. She felt petrified. Turning this way and that, trying to find out where the audience was. She didn't know how many there were, but it sounded like dozens! Dozens of people all seeing her naked and in chains! She squirmed, feeling their eyes on her bare skin. They were probably looking at her like she was a piece of meat. Not a person but a ...

... thing, something to be possessed and used.

Someone pushed her roughly to her knees and someone else grabbed her legs. The shackles were roughly undone. Rebecca tried to yelp but made only a strangled gurgling sound around the plastic cock which had been forced into her mouth and anchored by the mask. The first person pressed down on her, forcing her to kneel while the second pulled her legs as far apart as they could. Rebecca didn't resist but felt every inch of humiliation as she was forced to expose herself to the crowd.

She felt cold metal cuffs close around her ankles, this time they were locked directly to the floor. Her muscles strained against them, but when it came to flesh against metal, metal always won. Her legs remained spread. Her arms were chained behind her back.

She had a dildo in her pussy. It felt hard and warm inside of her, teasing her body with each step that she had been forced to make. It was set to vibrate at random times, catching her off-guard and making her stumble or moan. A Butt plug had also been inserted into her ass and together, the two of them spoke for part of the reason why she had been moving so slowly.

Both of them had been given to her back in the cell. One of the guards had rolled them through the bars, letting them come to rest at her feet. "For your big day," he'd leered at her. "We figure it's better if slaves come out looking like they want whatever is coming to them. Nice and wet, you know. Not that that would be a problem ...