The Auction by Carrie Anne
For adults only � not to be taken seriously � yada yada yada!
Stewart walked into the sale and smiled at all the figures before him.� He picked up the guide and flicked through it, looking at the pictures in the guide and comparing them with the various women and men.� Some were trained slaves whose owners had tired of them and were selling them; others were individuals who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.� He came to a stop in front of one such girl.
� He read the blurb in the guide ... blonde hair, green eyes, hitchhiker, etc. Now she was�fully restrained, hands in leather cuffs, arms pulled over her head and�affixed to a�hook coming down from the ceiling.� Instead of a gag, the so-called owner had the girl in a leather harness with a horse bit in her mouth, and�blinders secured tightly over her eyes.� A spreader bar held her legs open for the hands examining her nether regions.� Oddly, her cunt hair was still intact.�
Steven saw the man's interest in the girl�and opened up his laptop.� "Dude, I have movies of her in action if you want to check her out."
� Steward nodded and watched the classic home-made movies of a gang bang.� "She's not trained is she?" he asked as he watched the girl fight the cock being forced into her mouth.
"Nah, but she has potential, you know?"
� Steward nodded towards the girl.� "May I?"
� "Fuck yea, but you have to use lube.� The bitch won't get wet."
� He slipped on the latex gloves and started gently touching the girl.� "Shhh, shhh," he whispered to you like you would a horse in distress.� The girl shivered and shook and bucked as he lightly touched between her legs.� "Easy girl.� That's it," as his lube covered fingers entered her cunt.� Steward slowly finger fucked the girl's cunt before moving his fingers back to her ass.
� "ARHHRRGHH," the girl cried out.�
� Carefully, Steward pushed a second finger in her ass, testing out her tightness.� There was no sense in buying a girl whose ass wasn't tight.� He nodded at Steven, "Thanks man."
� "Sure thing dude.� Any interest?� Paul was sniffing around her earlier."
� Steward said, "Paul?� Porno Paul?"
� "Yep.� Had one of his bitches with him.� Guess she was trying to talk him into buying some new meat so she didn't end up in one his movies," Steven laughed.
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Steward shook his head and walked off.� Holy shit, he thought to himself.� How the hell did Paul get credentials to get into this slave auction.� The man bought girls to "star" in his snuff movies.� He was evil personified!� He looked across the floor to another girl he was interested in when he saw Paul heading back this way.
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"I think you should get her Sir.� Just think how cute she would look with a matching tail in her ass.� It could be a whole pony girl theme?"� The short redheaded woman was babbling, trying to get her owner interested in some girl, any girl.� Bertha had been with Paul for almost a month and she was getting scared.� She didn't want to be in his next movie!� He had made her watch the last movie he filmed and she had peed on herself.
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Paul walked back to the girl, watching more of the free home movies.� He chewed on his fingernail as he watched the masked man ass-fuck the crying girl in front of him.� "Did you double-fuck any of her holes?" he asked Steven.
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Steven laughed.� "I would have if I had thought of that."
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Paul took the offered gloves and slipped them on.� "Why did you leave the cunt hair on?"
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"Some men like that natural look.� And it was too much trouble to do it myself."� Steve laughed nervously and said, "it wasn't like she was gonna do it herself, man."
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"Hard to get a good look at that cunt with all that hair," Paul said as he pushed three fingers in her.� The girl cried out behind the bit as Paul added a fourth finger and tried to hand fuck her.� "Well, she is still good and tight.� Well, Bertha, I think you might be right about this one."
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Bertha tried not to sigh in relief as she blabbered, "I am so glad you liked her Sir."
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As the auction began, Steward was trying to decide what to do.� On one hand, the girl would probably be high maintenance.� She has no training and was probably a kidnap victim.� While Steward was all about having a good sex slave, he wanted someone who knew what they were getting into and had voluntarily submitted to the life.� On the other hand, he sure as hell didn't want Paul to his hands on her either.� Steward had heard all the rumors about Paul and how he made specialty movies for Europeans.�
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The�men and women were brought out on the stage like paintings one after the other, sold to the highest bidder.� Steward watched and waited for the girl to appear.� He noticed that Paul purchased three women and a couple of men; the smile on Bertha's face kept getting larger and larger with each purchase.
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Then, the�last one to be auctioned�the girl was led out on a leash to the center of the stage.� As she struggled against her bonds, the auctioneer read out data about her--all lies by Steven, no doubt.� Then the bidding began.� Apparently Steward and Paul were not the only men who saw the girl's potential.� As the bids went higher and higher, the bidders started dropping out.� Finally, it was only Steward, Paul, and a phone bidder.� When the bidding hit $35,000, Steward shook his head and lowered his bid paddle.� At $50,000, Paul was out.� The girl had gone to the stranger on the phone.
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Paul left with his new slaves--two of the girls knew what he did for a living; one was crying out to her former owner for help as she was pushed screaming into the travel�kennel.� The former owner walked over and said to Paul, �When she is a star for you, let me know. I would love to buy a copy of her movie. She always thought she was a prima donna!�
Paul nodded and laughed. The others were stoic as they were packed for their new owner to take home.� Paul was happy because while he didn't get the best of the litter, he would make a lot of money off the cheap girls and guys he had bought.� He rubbed his hands in excitement and anticipation.
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Steward watched as the girl was sedated and packed in a shipping container.� He shook his head and was glad that at least the blonde has escaped Paul and his snuff movies.� He walked over to the bar and ordered a stiff drink.� It has been a long night and he was still without a fucking slave to suck his cock.
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The�next�day the�truck rolled up to the cute little bungalow, complete with a white picket fence in front and unloaded the crate.� The man smiled and made comments about the weather as he instructed the men to unload the crate in his garage.� After he lowered the garage door,�Steven got his tools out and opened up the crate.� He looked down at the woman glaring up at him.�
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Carefully, he untied her bonds and helped her to sit up.� He removed the leather cuffs that were on her wrists and ankles, and�unfastened the bit and removed the leather harness.� She reached up to hit him, he grabbed her hands.
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"You son of a bitch!" she screamed at him.� "A fucking snuff movie king???� Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was?"
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Steven�looked at her and said, "Well, babe, I guess you will think twice about asking for another separate�vacation."
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