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Bought at auction (lowblow emma x bimbo a la blonde)

Amber’s startled reaction frightens me. The last thing I need is to have her escape. So I take the leash and collar to lead her to the auction. Such a contrast to our previous outings, with her trotting along beside or just behind me. Now she is pulling and struggling so much that I almost have to drag her along, attracting attention from passers by. Some look as if they might intervene, but my determined look scares them off.
Bad news travels fast and my fall from grace has obviously been the main topic of gossip at the auction. Some of my fellow slaves may feel sorry for me, but no one shows it. Only a fool would show sympathy for someone who appears to be out of favour. Those who show any reaction openly gloat, making no secret of their pleasure at seeing me brought down. You don’t have the power that I have – had – without making enemies. Most, though, just avoid me, keep out of my way, avoid my gaze. The safest course until they know what my master is going to do with me.
First I need to find the man who sets the guide price for slaves being sold. Vastly experienced and seldom wrong. Many a girl’s fate has been sealed by his appraising glance.
‘What do you think’ I ask as I release Amber and pull of her clothes.
He walks around Amber, staring, touching, prodding as he works methodically over her body, coming finally to her breasts. He points at the cuts.
‘These will scar?’
I nod and he shakes his head as if to convey his own personal sorry at what he has to say.
‘Forget the lady’s companion market. Those women won’t touch anyone unless she’s perfect. And this girl isn’t. We could try one of the mid-range lesbian brothels, but they always know we’re trying to offload faulty merchandise and bid low. The best price is likely to come from the docks. They pay a decent price and work them hard to recoup the cost. It’s straight sex, no lesbians, and the customers don’t care about the odd scar. All cunts are the same to them.’
He names a price and I mentally add it to my savings.
As Amber is dressing, I take the slave into the corner and ask him the question that has been tormenting my mind.
‘How would you market me? How much would I fetch right now?’
I blanch at his answer.
Amber’s fate is settled. I leave her with the slave, knowing that she will be returned to a holding cell before public viewing.
Now it is time to learn my fate.
 
Amber is fully aware where they are going, and this trip felt like it would be the last. Was there just a brief second of concern on the woman's face when she discovered her? probably not, just worried that the damage would bring less of a price.....she tried not to look around, but the leash brought out stares from people and quite frankly this time, amber didn't care.....she was scared of wat would happen to her when they returned to those familiar buildings and suddenly, there they were...
They go into a room where a man was apparently expecting them....her owner had obviously made plans beforehand. She stood as her clothes were taken off and was examined.....she cringed as she felt hands and fingers exploring her, praying it would cease.....
She finally is allowed to get dressed and was motioned to stand aside....while she watched, a look came over her owner's face, a look that didn't look good, almost disappointing.
After a few minutes, amber was left behind with the man....she watched her leave and tears came to her eyes. A feeling came across her mind that she would never see her again...no, the woman wasn't exactly nice to her, but she was told time and again of the alternative, one of which was staring at her face....
The man took her by the hand and without a sound walked her over to a familiar room. Once inside her heart dropped...it was the cage again, the cell she was in when she first arrived!.....she was stripped and led over to a set of shackles hanging from the bars. Amber didn't bother to look behind her as she felt her wrists once again being secured and the sound of the cuffs locking into place.
The door closed and she looked around....it was a new set of captives, 5 others in all....some were whimpering, most were still in a fog, wondering if what was happening to them was for real. Amber repositioned herself, sitting on her knees when a raven haired girl looked over to her and apparently saw the branding on her ass cheek......
"what's that for?," the girl asked, motioning her head toward the mark.....amber didn't look at her but stared straight ahead as she replied, "they put it on me here.....I already came through this place..."
with an incredulous look on the girl's face, amber gave her a quick abridged version of what she;d been through here while looking the girl over....umm, black hair, almost a Betty Page look.....nice fill bush over her pussy...if she behaves herself, this girl might fetch a good price...
But then she remembered that it as the same thing that was said about her, and all it took was a van and 2 strangers to change everything.....she looked around again at the other girls, wondering what fates awaited them.....
 
I stand before my master. My knees are trembling as I wait.
‘So you are selling Amber?’
‘Yes, master.’
‘That was the right decision, Emma. And now I will tell you my decision about you.’
‘I am yours to command, master.’
‘I have decided not to sell you, Emma.’ I sigh with relief and sink to my knees in gratitude.
‘I will keep you, but not in your present role. You will work in the auctions. Report to the supervisor in the public viewing room and she will tell you your new duties.’
I stagger to my feet and bow in obedience. So this is my new role. Almost the lowest role I could have, apart from cleaning the toilets or working in the kitchens.
The supervisor is expecting me and pleased to have another person over whom she can exercise the little power she has. I learn quickly how that little power can be used to deadly effect.
‘You took your time, Emma. We’re busy here, so you can’t afford to dally around like you’re used to.’
Her eyes look over my soft leather boots and fine clothes, things that she could never afford.
‘You won’t have any use for those fancy clothes here. Go down to the stores and draw something more practical.’
I am sure the stores slave knew I was coming and had picked out the scratchiest set of ill-fitting clothing he could find. Every movement reminded me of the raw flesh on my back and thighs. Sitting would be agony.
I reported back as fast as I could to the supervisor. She pointed down the line of girls chained to the floor. The buyers were beginning to drift in and sampling the girls.
‘Take the girl at that end. Make sure she behaves herself, discipline her if you have to and let the buyers sample her however they want.’
I hurry down the row to the end, where I find Amber chained, naked and shaking.
 
A gruff, muscular looking man entered the cell room and, motioning to another male, both unlocked the cage and stepped inside. Amber stared as one by one the girls were unlocked from their shackles and led down the hall to another room, another that amber knew too well.
It was the same long rectangular room, the human assembly line where they would all be chained by their ankles to the floor....amber was the last to be unlocked and was led into the room, an electric cattle prod-looking device to keep them in line....she stayed silent as she looked down as her ankles were secured in the shackles, the click of the master lock reminding her that there was no possible escape. She looked ahead and the raven haired girl she spoke to in the cage was there.....she was being pushed by her shoulders onto her knees while a dirty looking man unzipped his pants, shoved his cock into her mouth and grabbed her hair....."get at it bitch," he growled...."let's see if you're gonna be worth the price later....."...she looked at me, tears in her eyes then turned to face the cock being rammed down her throat......
Amber stayed standing while a man came over to her, grabbed her tits, kneading them then twised her nipples.....she winced as he continued checking her out, slipping a finger up her cunt....he nodded and then moved on to her ass, ramming fingers inside her but aggressively enough to send her to her knees. Slapping her ass cheeks hard, he pulled out, undid his trousers and told her to face forward. Still on her knees, she felt his cock poking at her rosebud, followed by a searing pain as he violated her ass.....she let out a cry as he grabbed hold of her waist, plowing into her until she finally felt warm man seed fill her ass.....he got up, nodded his head and left as she struggled back to her feet....upon doing so, she looked to the side just in time to see her now ex owner coming toward her.....
 
I stand close to Amber and avoid her eyes, as I watch the men from the brothels at the docks work their way along the line of girls. One man in particular is taking his time. He’s dressed in jeans and a loose shirt, with long greasy hair, calloused hands and dirty nails. Some of the girls he barely looks at as he passes. I wonder if he is really dismissing them or whether those are the ones he is really interested in. He comes to the end of the line and gives Amber a long appraising look. Walking around her, letting his eyes check every inch of exposed and bruised flesh. He walks over to me.
‘How’s she going to wash up?’
Not an expression I am used to, but I guess he is asking if there are any permanent scars.
‘Superficial stuff’ I tell him ‘but there may be a couple of scars.’
‘Tits, ass?’
‘Nipples.’
He scowls and looks closely at the damage in that area.
‘How’s she with cock?’
‘Enjoys it’ I tell him, recalling the time I fucked in the room above the bar. ‘Has a real taste for it.’
He passes me a coin.
‘This will only get you a touch’ I tell him as I pocket the small coin.
‘That’ll do me … for the moment.’
His hands work methodically over Amber before returning to her breasts. Standing behind her, he leans close. I can smell his breath from where I stand a few feet away. His greasy hair falls on her shoulders and his stubble rasps against her soft cheek. His left hand works on her ass while the right hand pulls and twists at her right tit. His broken nails dig into her nipples, seeking out the most tender spots. He grunts in satisfaction, then switches hands until, satisfied with her reaction, both hands move towards her crotch.
I try not to imagine how Amber is feeling, but this is nothing compared to the treatment she’ll get from the drunken workmen who’ll pay a few small coins for a few minutes of her time.
As he begin to probe inside her, I cough in reminder that penetration costs extra.
‘May as well pay for the lot then’ he says, tossing me a large coin. I add it to the other coin in my pocket and stand back as he drops his jeans.
 
As another man comes closer to her, Amber looks over at her now ex owner, feeling betrayed as she seemed to ignore her. She has anger in her, angry that the woman made little effort to keep her instead of letting her get drafted into the production line here....
She is the end girl in line and watches in disgust as the man pokes and prods a light blonde just ahead of her. She watches as the girl is forced to her knees and the man unzips his pants, grunting as he shoves his cock in her mouth. God, this man is a pig, amber thinks to herself and remans standing but visibly shaken. A couple of the other grls watch and have the same reaction....
When he was done with the blonde he moves down to amber....she winces as he tortures her nipples, due to her assult now the most sensitive parts of her body. She keeps her gaze forward, trying to detach her mind from her body as he shoves a finger inside her pussy......a sound from her ex owner must had told him something, because he stops, goes over to her and places something in her hand then returns. Making her lay on her back on the cold concrete floor, her ankles straining at the very end of the shackles, he kicks her legs apart and begins to fuck her.......
 
The man dropped his jeans and his cock hung limp before him. Molesting Amber had not arouses him. She was just a product, something to test like a car, something to try on like a pair of shoes. He stood between her legs and rubbed himself hard. Slowly his cock stiffened. It wasn’t long even by the standards of the boyfriend she had walked out on – how long ago was it now? – it seemed like a lifetime, but in reality it was just a matter of days. But he was thick and solid. Amber would be stretched and her pussy was already raw following her kidnapping.
As soon as he was stiff, he dropped to his knees and grasped her by the tits. His cock found her pussy by instinct but he had to push hard to gain entry through her damaged flesh and groaned as he forced his way up her dry cunt. He was more surprised than hurt and pumped away regardless of the pain for both of them. The only sign of his discomfort was the depth to which his nails penetrated Amber’s soft breasts. Suddenly, he started to moan and, pulling himself out and grasping Amber by the neck, forced his cock into her mouth as he came in a swift succession of jerks, spraying his foul tasting cum into her throat.
With his load spent, he pulled Amber onto her feet and pushed her down onto her face, dropping onto her back, as he penetrated her ass, grinding her hard into the cold, hard concrete floor.
 
Amber moaned but remained still as the brute of a man shoved his meat into her unlubricated pussy. She already knew by recent experience if she made a move to avoid him severe punishment would be sure to follow. She winced as she felt sharp, unkempt finger nails grasp her tits, digging into her nipples.....this man had no desire, no need for sex....she was nothing to him, nothing but a set of holes to unload into....
Suddenly her head was pulled up, her mouth forced open and the thick swollen cock jammed into her mouth...she tried to suppress a gag as she felt warm slippery fluid fill her and into her throat.....
As humiliating as the experience was, things progressed from bad to worse as she was positioned, her ass now vulnerable and accessible....the concrete floor was unyielding and cold as she felt hrself being pushed down, his cock splitting her tight ass wide open as he entered her.....
 
Amber’s auction took place next day. She was put up for sale in mid-morning and my supervisor made me lead her on. She was naked and shackled, so she had to shuffle on and twist and turn for the buyers to see her.
The serious bidders were seated near the front. The onlookers were seated towards the rare, while some rather superior looking women who had come to watch stood at the back.
Bidding for Amber was slow to start. This was nothing unusual. The bidders didn’t like to show their hands too soon and it was part of the show for my master as auctioneer to encourage the bidding to start. Eventually it got under way and rose steadily with several brothel owners showing an interest. After about five minutes, there were two bidders left. One was the man who had raped her the day before, the other a well-known rival of his. The latter soon dropped out and my master looked around the room for any sign that someone else might join in.
He raised his gavel.
‘Going once.’
He looked around, but no one moved.
‘Going twice.’
Still silence.
‘Going for the third and last time …’
He had started to bring down his gavel when a hand was raised in the third row. Everyone looked at the stranger who had bid. He had coarse features and a scar on his cheek, his hair was closely cropped, and he looked tough, but he was dressed in a fine leather jerkin.
The bidding now began again, the price rising steadily until it was way past anything that a brothel owner would consider a realistic price for such merchandise. This had become personal now. The brothel owner was looking increasingly uncomfortable but upped each of the stranger’s bids. At last, the stranger raised his bid by a substantial amount. The brothel owner shook his head and subsided.
‘What is your name, please, and how do you intend to pay?’ my owner asked.
‘I am bidding for my mistress’ the man replied.
At which an elegant middle-aged lady stepped forward from the back of the room, announced her name in refined tones and told my master that she would be paying cash. She began to count it out and then stopped.
‘I will pay the rest when my new companion is in a fit and proper state to be seen in public.’
She glared at me.
‘Bath her, clean her, tend her wounds and dress her respectably. My bodyguard will escort her home.’
She handed the remaining cash to the strange man and turned back to my master.
‘He will pay you the rest when, and only when, he is satisfied that she has been properly tended and dressed.’
With that she walked away without looking back.
My master dismissed us both with a wave of his hand and I escorted Amber to his private bath, where I soaked and oiled her before applying soothing cream to her wounds. I went to the store and recovered the clothes I had surrendered only the day before and dressed in them.
I watched as she was escorted to her new life. With the price the lady had paid plus my savings, I could now afford to buy my freedom. But did I want to? Or did I prefer to remain a slave and hope to regain my master’s favour?
 
This time, the second time se was up for display at an auction was different than the first. The first time she suffered the humiliation of being naked and shackled, she was still under the influence of drugs...this time she was totally focused, but indignant. She wasn't rebellious, not by any means, but had tried to distance her mind from her body. She wasn't experienced in doing so, but instead thought of the girl she met in the cage....then there was Wendy, the girl she helped become trapped and sold....last but not least she thought of her own owner. In a way, she felt sorry for her, knowing she was herself a slave, subject to the whims of her own owner.
Amber turned slowly to expose every inch of herself, hoping against hope that the one man who shown an interest in her wouldn't be the highest bidder----he was the same one that drunkenly raped her recently, if one could call a slave being raped....
Suddenly, she caught sight of a woman moving forward, ahead of the other bidders. She was an attractive lady, obviously headstrong enough to out deal the men in the room. Amber breathed a sigh of relief.....she preferred females to males, even if her previous owner wasn't the best example. At least this woman was preferable to those unkempt, half drunken foul smelling men.....
Her 'companion'?.....is that how the lady addressed her?.....it already sounded better than the obvious alternatives...
She let herself be led into a bathroom, probably the nicest, elaborate bathroom she had ever seen. As she was being cleaned and oiled by her ex owner, she turned and kissed her just once. No longer her property, amber knew this was the only time she could do it and not be punished. The kiss was her way of saying good bye to the woman that at one time was heartless and sadistic, then passionate the next....
All the while not a word was exchanged between the two of them, then after the tub amber was led out and allowed to put on her dress again. After her hair was done and make up applied, she was led back out to the waiting hands of a handsomely attired gentleman, who amber correctly judged to belong in the service of the woman who purchased her. As the two left the room, amber looked back and gave her ex owner a wave, a tear in her eyes.....
 
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