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White Slave Auction - Rebecca

... made her uncomfortable but the chains did not allow her to shift position. She was pinned out for easy viewing, her comfort mattered not at all.

After what seemed like forever, someone gripped her and undid the chains, pulling her to her feet. Their hands were cold and rough against her bare skin, and she found herself being marched away from the stage.

She had been bought. Legally, she was no longer a person now. She was property until such a time as her debt was paid and her master chose to release her. She staggered as the unseen person pushed her forward, to a new room and a new fate.

"You looked good out on that stage" the escort hissed at her. "All flustered and embarrassed and trying not to cum. But you did cum, didn't you? A slut like you, how could you not? Well, you'd better get used to it because from now on you'll be cumming a lot. I know who bought you and you're going to have a very fun future indeed."

Rebecca squirmed as the unseen man traced their fingers across her chest, spreading their hand over her right breast. "It's almost a pity you got bought so fast, I would have loved to have more time with you. Or see you sold at a public auction. That would have been fun." His fingers pressed between her legs and she had to struggle to keep walking.

Her pussy throbbed with stimulation, the dildo still inserted and her stride crippled by the shackles around her ankles. "If you think the things they did to you today were a lot, I would have loved to ...

... see your cute little face if you had been sold in public. You would have been cumming on stage like a slut. I would have paid to see it."

Before the man could go much further, she heard a door open and she was pushed inside a new room. She stumbled a little, her chains clinking. Before she could try to orient herself, Rebecca felt the man's hand on the back of her knee. With steady pressure, she was forced to bend over and extend her arms. As soon as she did, she felt something heavy and wooden lock around her throat.

She pulled back in a panic, but the wooden thing would not release her! It closed around her neck and her arms, binding them in place and locking her in an uncomfortable pose. She fought against it but quickly found that there was no way to escape.

The man reached out and pulled off her hood. She gulped greedily, drinking in the fresh air for the first time since she'd left her cell. Without her glasses, much of the room around her was a blur. It was dark and there was little to see. The guard shot one last lingering look at her and her nakedness before turning to leave. Rebecca was alone with the silence and with her own thoughts. Her heart hammered, racing in her chest. Her blood pulsed.

She was being held by a set of wooden stocks. They were firm and polished, weighted near the base so that she could not knock them over. She pulled and tugged a few more times but without much hope of success. Indeed, she did not make any progress. She was going to ...