A Slave's Tale

by straypup

email straypup40@hotmail.com

[ WARNING: This document may contain explicit sex or sexual themes involving bondage, sadism/masochism, nonconsensual activities, and other content that you might find objectionable. If you are easily offended or underage, do not continue reading.]

Part 4

The Auction

Hungry, and with the food directly in front of me, I immediately began to eating, using mostly my mouth in my eagerness to get the food. By the time I had finished, however, the inhibition-removing drug, for all its quick action, was beginning to wear off. I still felt myself responding almost immediately to basic desires, as I suckled at the nipple, but my head was clearing and was thinking a little bit more clearly. I wasn’t recovered enough to spare myself the embarrassment of what happened next, however.

Looking up, I saw Kimi in the cage directly across from mine. She had evidently been crying, and I could see that she was also wearing a pink diaper and nothing else. She had been there longer than I, the drug mostly cleared from her system. The sight of her, however, had an electric effect on my confused body however. As she looked up, meeting my look with a smile, my eyes dipped to her naked breasts and fixed there steadily. I could feel myself becoming rock hard, and it clearly showed, even through the diaper. Unable to control myself, I began whimpering softly and striving, first to leave the cage and reach her and then simply to relieve my frustration, trying to rub myself against the cage floor. Kimi gave me a horrified, angry look, and, crying, put her head down, covering her chest, and curled into a ball and the front of her cage. She clearly wanted to move back further, but hands were also restrained to the front.

I gradually calmed down, and I must have slept after that. When I awoke, two attendants were opening cages and removing the occupants. Kimi was one of the first to go, and as she was hauled out, bare chested, she gave me a furious and humiliated look. As her attendant clipped a leash to her collar and began to lead her off, she glanced between my legs and grimaced distastefully. Looking down, I saw that while sleeping I had wet my diaper.

I was fully aware and in control of myself now, and I wanted desperately to make Kimi understand what had happened, but she was already gone. I was soon taken out by an attendant, and walked by a leash over to a tiled room. I was made to squat over chute and eliminate, and having done so I was taken the other end of the room. There a woman, wearing a collar and a skin tight uniform, removed my diaper and positioned me in a tub of warm, soapy water. As my attendant waited idly, she scrubbed and then rinsed me thoroughly, and then dried me off with a soft towel. I might have enjoyed the pampering, had the steel collar around my neck not reminded me of my position. The words "pleasure slave" kept drifting through my mind. Clean and dry, and was rubbed with some pleasant smelling lotion. Raising me to my feet to stand naked, the cleaning woman – a slave herself it seemed – applied the final touch, a red velvet bow tied gently around my neck above the collar.

As the woman stepped back to survey her work, I had to force back the tears of helplessness that I felt welling up. I was clearly being brushed up and adorned to be sold like some treasure, for the pleasure of a rich buyer. I could almost picture myself with my ribbon placed lovingly under a Christmas tree. I did not have much time to contemplate my fate, however. As soon as I was pronounced ready, my attendant clipped my leash back on, and led me down a hall and through a door to the outside. Blinking in the sunlight, I was led across a long lawn to another, pillared building. Looking around, I could see a handful of other beribboned slaves being led in the same direction.

It was inside the building where we were evidently to be sold. The inside was one big room, with a tall ceiling supported by classical pillars. It was divided into a grid of largish cubicles by transparent glass dividers, with aisles running on all sides. At the center of each glass cubicle was polished wooden block. Some were low, small, and square, and many had naked, collared slaves standing on them, remaining still and nervous looking.

I, along with the other ribboned slaves (the standing ones, I noticed, lacked the bow) were led to a different area. Here, the wooden block were perhaps two feet off the ground, and were rectangular. I was led into my own glass enclosure. At the base of my block was the number "62", and an attached small folder with my name on it. My leash was removed, and replaced with a much fancier own of what looked like silver wire. I was helped up onto the block, and the leash feel free and was hung on a small hook on the block.

My attendant eyed me sternly. "You are to stand, without fidgeting, on the block, upright," he said emphatically. "When you are examined, you are to keep your composure, and obey any orders given to you. If you are ordered ‘down’, you are to get on all fours, and again remain motionless for examination. If you disobey, they will shock you, much worse than before. Do you understand?"

Quivering slightly with fear, I nodded, looking down at him from my elevated position. "Down," he said. I must have hesitated half a second to long, because before I knew it I was forced down by waves of pain emanating from my neck and shooting down my spine. "You must obey faster," the attendant said dangerously. Kneeling on all fours as he had commanded, I shuddered slightly as I felt his hand slip between my thighs and force them apart slightly. His other hand then adjusted my head, bringing my gaze forward. "Like this," he said. After having me get up and down several times, he was apparently satisfied, and left me there with a warning that observers would be about to make sure I behaved.

It was not much longer until the buyers arrived. It was a large room, but there were still a great many of them, and frequently one or two would step into my glass box and appraise me. The first to enter my stall were two finely dressed women, who smiled appreciatively at me as they paced around my pedestal. It took a great act of will not to cover myself with my hands, or crouch down in a ball, but I kept motionless, even as they reached up to touch my thighs and ass, and fondle my crotch. Shamefully, I couldn’t keep myself from becoming erect at their attention, and they both laughed merrily at my response and the humiliated blushing it evoked. Before leaving, one of the woman flipped through my folder and wrote something on a ledger there.

Many other buyers came over the course of the next two hours. Mostly it was women, wearing fancy dresses and sometimes business suits, but there were occasional males as well. Several of them ordered me ‘down’, and I lost track of how many complete strangers had placed their hands on my body or given my appraising looks. Several wrote things in my folder, and frequently they left with me still in the down position, crouched like an animal on display. I once tried to get up when no buyer was present, but a shock informed me that I was indeed being watched, and that no matter my position I was not to move without approval.

About midway through the auction, as I assumed it was, a suited man entered my stall, a female attendant at his side. He had face that seemed both kind and stern at the same time, and I couldn’t quite tell how old he was– mid or late thirties, perhaps, maybe older. I was standing when he entered at almost at once he ordered me down. For a while he simply looked at me, but soon he began prodding me with his hands, pinching the skin on my arms and chest, and grunted lightly with approval. He examined my face for awhile, and then ordered me to open my mouth, as he then examined my teeth.

A hand slid down my back, over my ass and between my legs as he ran the other thoughtfully through my hair. "What do you think?" he asked of his attendant, who seemed to be a representative of the auction.

"He’d make a fine pet," she said smiling warmly, "A wonderful replacement for your last, sir. I hope you will not be offended if I say that additionally he will be able to please you in many more ways than a normal animal." The man only grunted in response, but he seemed interested.

He ordered me up on my feet again, and then grasped my silver leash and pulled me down into a squatting position. "Eyes ahead, and spread your legs wide," he commanded gently. Quivering slightly, and feeling more embarrassed than I ever had before, I fought back the tears and slowly spread my legs wide for him. He fondled me thoughtfully and finally placed me back down on all fours. His writing, too graced my folder.

After perhaps another hour on display, an announcement was made over an address system that bidding had ended. Visitors continued to gaze at me, but they seemed to be coming more for amusement, window shopping for fun. Before long, a uniformed attendant entered my cubicle and took my folder away, leaving me there. A few minutes later, announcements of the sales began.

"Number 60," the voice announced after a short time, "sold to Ms. Andrews. Thank you, ma’am. Number 61, sold to Mr. and Mrs. Khalif, thank you. Number 62," I swallowed nervously, "Sold to Mr. Davis. Thank you sir. Number 63…" I froze in shock. I had been sold, quite evidently as a ‘pleasure slave’– or perhaps a pet!– to a man.

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