White Slave Auction - Rebecca - Sex Stories

White Slave Auction - Rebecca

... her dignity. She was forced to endure as person after person trumped past, Each one had their private little torment, an indignity that they wanted to inflict. There were so many people that she eventually learned to differentiate them by how they touched her. One was soft and gentle, another cold and harsh. One person took great delight in pinching her and making her jump. Another twisted her nipple until she hissed. One focused on teasing her clit, their finger circling it again and again, coming closer each time as she bathed in dreaded anticipation. The coiling sense of inevitability made her wiggle with each near miss, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.

They never actually gave her the payoff. They strung her along, letting her needs build and build. Her clit burned for attention, and then just when she felt as if they were about to give her what she needed, they simply moved away and left her hanging!

Rebecca didn't know how long it went on. She had no way to keep track of time. She was touched and prodded, fingers forced into her pussy. Her breasts groped and teased. Her breathing became faster, her senses stretched to the limit. Pleasure crashed against her mental barriers and her body strained to reach a climax. Was she going to cum here? In front of so many people? Please no! She braced herself, tried to resist. But each person pushed her further and further, stretching her to her very limit.

As if in answer to her final prayer, the last of the people ...

... finally seemed to pull away. She was left panting and dripping, but she had not cum. She'd done it, she had preserved at least some dignity. Then, just as she rejoiced in her minor victory, someone took hold of the pink dildo that was lying before her and pressed it back into her pussy. They were rough, but after such a long time of being slowly pushed to the very edge, that roughness was exactly what her body needed to set it off.

She threw her head back, her body writhed, someone laughed and she could feel the heat rising to her face. Before many of them could catch on, it was over. Rebecca was in a dazed state. She'd just been pinned onto a stage, used by strangers, and climaxed from it. Surely, it shouldn't have felt that good?

But before she could make sense of it, the auction finally started. She sat in silence as the bidding war raged. Men and women offered more money than she had ever known just for the chance to own her and her body. Under her mask, her face was burning red. The orgasm and the pleasure it brought her made her question everything. Beyond this, she was starting to realize what sort of new life she would have.

She would be the toy of some man or woman rich enough to buy her here. No longer a person but a thing to be used. To be punished, to be taught and molded. She would be made to cum again and again, her body no longer her own.

Her heart raced, even the smallest sounds made her jump or squirm. The dildo in her pussy and the plug in her ass ...