White Slave Auction - Rebecca - Sex Stories

White Slave Auction - Rebecca

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Each time one approached, she would know by the creaking wood. The scent of their body, of perfume or cologne. She'd know by the sense of closeness long before they ever touched her. Luckily, they weren't allowed to do much. This was an auction, not an orgy. But Rebecca was forced to endure probing hands and fingers as they tested the quality of the merchandise on offer. Each touch was like a small jolt. She could not see where to brace herself, or when it was coming. All she could do was endure, feeling the burning shame as total strangers filed by to grope and feel her up.

It was a strange mixture, many of them were interested in her body but not in the way she had expected. She felt hands stroking along her legs, probing her abdomen as if she was a farm animal. Someone traced the outline of her arms, feeling her tendons and muscles. It was oddly intimate, the strangers wanted to know everything about her. With their hands and fingers, they were stripping away each layer of privacy and dignity. They felt her arms and legs and followed the curve of her thighs. Someone kneaded her calves as if trying to figure out how much muscle she had there. Someone else was rubbing her shoulders with an almost sensual intent.

Mostly though, it was obvious what they were interested in. A slave had only one purpose, after all. Probing fingers pressed against her breasts. Her nipples were plucked and teased, toyed with until they were stiff and hard. She was measured, ...

... hands clasped her chest and rated her tits. Someone spread the cheeks of her behind and pulled out the plug, exploring her ass with their fingers in a way which made her gasp and try not to moan.

Before long, she was breathing hard. Her body endured this assault of stimulation, unknown hands from unknown people which descended upon her from the darkness. Her pussy was a favorite target. Fingers brushed against her outer lips, someone laughed as she trembled. She was soaking down there, and someone else pressed their fingers against her labia, forcing them to spread open. She had never felt so humiliated or turned on.

Her vulva was outlined by probing fingers. She heard a click as someone took a photo of her with her pussy spread. Her cheeks burned red with shame, though none could see it through the hood. She moaned past the gag at the first penetration.

A finger pressed between her lower lips, sinking into her body, and forcing her to feel the pleasure of its exploration. At first, they seemed to be curious but soon enough it was obviously just to make her moan and twitch. They moved back and forth laughing as the feeling forced her hips to grind against them in silent desperation. Her clit burned, a fiery red point in her mind. When someone finally found it, her whole body convulsed. More laughter followed, like a slap in the face.

Rebecca could say nothing through the plastic cock in her mouth. Her hands were chained behind her back and could not try to shield ...