Part I I`m map reading for Anton, sitting up front, one index finger tracing the road we are on and the other tracing the seam of Antons trousers as he drives. Habit.... you usually drive and the habit of touching and stroking you as you drive is firmly embedded, a change of leg...doesn`t change the habit. Meanwhile in the back I can tell from the silence that Alice is being made use of by you...Alice is only ever this quiet when she has her mouth full. I twist in my seat and you are sprawled, cock in her mouth, eyes closed. "We`re nearly there" ...and you stir....lift her head from your lap by grabbing a handfull of hair at the back of her head...and fasten your trousers. Alice pouts. She hasn`t tasted spunk. Anton smiles in the mirror... she`ll be sidling up to him later to satiate her need. We pull into the drive of the hotel with a scrunch of gravel in the gathering dusk take in the rambling ivy covered frontage. The slave auction is tomorrow, it`s an annual event which we always attend en famille...its an event you love and we all hate. The three of us have no idea until the sale finishes whether this will be the year you trade any or all of us in for better or younger models. I`d hate to get complacent... that for sure would be the year I`d be up there on the podium. So every year we make the trip to wherever the auction is being held and for several weeks beforehand we are all faultless at home...perfect subs...awaiting your every request on tenterhooks and anticipating your every physical need with almost intuitive accuracy. You and I go into the wood panelled reception and allow Anton and Alice to bring the bags. We have a suite booked and you exchange pleasantries with the woman on reception about the `children`s` second bedroom having its own en suite. At that point the `children` enter the room in an avalanche of bags and boxes and the receptionist looks up. Then looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You ignore her surprise and then also her horror as you slap Alice on her pert bottom as she passes you. "Daddy!!!" she squeaks and I smile at the receptionist and add "they are very close" and make for the stairs. The rooms are wonderful, a huge bed in the main bedroom and fires lit in all the rooms. Anton unpacks quickly as the evening before the auction is always an opportunity to show off property to its best advantage. When we descend the stairs again the lobby is already full of people milling around. Owners tend, like you, to be wearing dinner suits. There are a few mavericks in leather or cloaks... but on the whole the atmosphere is fairly refined. Alice and I wear black corsetry, suspenders and shoes.... my only difference is my silver collar denoting my place in the household. We look like mother and daughter and walk one either side of you down the stairs. From my hand runs a silver chain...a chain the leads to Anton and is attached to a piercing through his cock. Antons body jewellry in his cock, his balls and the silver ring in his nose is all he wears. He is naked, totally shaved and oiled and as always draws interested glances from every single woman in the room. You work the room, making sure you talk to most Owners. The three of us are turned and examined. We know better than to talk except when required to and the main reason for my talking is to answer questions about the abilities and behaviour of the two younger subs in my charge. You never intend to stay long at the party and by the time we`ve circled the room you have a couple of very interested parties who are being invited back to our room for closer discussion....and probably more. Its not unheard of for subs to change hands the night before an auction, many owners preferring a more personal approach. As we enter our room the two guests sit in armchairs.... you signal for Alice and I to keep them happy and Anton is sent to open a bottle of wine. I choose the older of the two owners, he must be in his seventies and I know from previous years that he always buys a girl to take away and always returns empty handed the next year. Most likely he uses them for a few months and then sells them on. But I`ve often scared Alice with tales of the girls not lasting the year out and each year he needs a replacement to help bury the last one. I sit by his feet, knowing Alice is afraid of him, and if she tells you why...it would be me who is in trouble. He leans forward, lifts a tit out of my corset and squeezes it hard in his fist.... no finesse...just meat to be squeezed. Part of me now wishes I`d let Alice take the fear. Especialy as I look over to alice and the younger owner and he is feeding her wine and caresssing the back of her neck: I can almost hear her purring. The man beside me ajusts himself and I can suddenly smell non too fresh cock... he pulls my head towards it and I know better than to embarrass you by resisting. I take his cock in my mouth and try to make you proud of me....I blank out everything except the feeling of cock in my mouth and the conversation in the room fades into the background. The room comes back as I feel the change in his posture and I know he is close to cumming. I curl my toes and you pick up the cue immediately. You inform the gentleman that your property needs to bought before it gets spunked in. He laughs, taking it in good humour, replaces his cock in his trousers and stands to leave. On the other side of the room Anton is fucking Alice, as so often happens and we grown-ups stand by talking and watching. The young owner is pleasant company, his cufflinks and shoes tell me he has serious money and he`s handsome as hell... I hope he does put an offer in for Alice, it would be good to see her go to a good home. But....tomorrow is another day, an important day, so you send us all to bed and bid our guest goodnight at the door. *********************** The morning dawns bright and clear. I know it does becuase I`m awake at dawn, I havn`t slept well and left the bed in the darkest of hours so not to disturb you by tossing and turning. I`ve sat curled up on the window seat wrapped in a blanket and watching the starlit sky for signs of dawn. I run through the years we`ve spent together... I know every inch of your body as if it is my own, I know your every habit and preference and I think I would be totally lost without you... could you be considering selling me? You are always careful not to set me above the other two subs too highly... but underneath surely I must be special to you. After all this time? I hear your breathing change as you stir... its only 6am but we are often awake before the others and sit and organise the day together. I cross the room in the cold early morning light and flick the kettle on. By the time you return from your morning piss there is tea by your bedside and a warm sub waiting for you. I snuggle in...wishing I could ask you what today holds... but I daren`t. Just daren`t. You sip tea, smoke a cigarette and then roll over into me, slip cock where it belongs and we start the day with a long lazy fuck. Part II We enter the auction hall and it`s already abuzz.... rows of chairs surround a small stage in the centre and most of the chairs are already filled. You nod towards the auctioneer on the stage and hold up two fingers. Alice gasps and I turn around to see her and Anton holding hands. Two fingers...two slaves for sale....my heart momentarily soars that I am safe and then I remember my place and draw the two youngsters towards me and whisper in their ears.... `he won`t let you go anywhere bad`. Slaves are not allowed to stay in the auction room and so all three of us weave our way accross the hall to the holding room. Anton leads, his oiled body lithe and drawning its usual level of attention, he walks proudly, slavery is in his blood and he`s been in service since he was born and so another sale doesn`t bother him at all.... the only thing that will get to him is if he and Alice are sold as seperate lots. Alice however is far more attached to us and she hangs her head and her arms are crossed over her naked breasts as she slowly walks in Antons wake.... I prod her sharply in the back to stand up straight.... however she feels she needs to present at her best to bring you a good price and show her training has been thorough. I bring up the rear and try and focus on my young charges as opposed to the dozens of eyes that slide from Anton...to Alice...to my own nakedness. I`ll never get used to that feeling. We enter the holding room and here there isn`t a buzz... there is a subdued murmer. By this stage even those who enjoy the auction experience are quiet.... there is no way of knowing who you will go to. The only way an Owner can stop a slave being badly homed is to rebid for their own slaves...and that is somewhat frowned upon. But it has been known. I usher Anton and Alice over to be numbered...each slave at the auction will have a number written on them. There used to be a simple system of holding number cards but following instances of people card swapping...this was changed. It makes the whole experience feel far more like a meat market. The man at the number station checks his list and grabs hold of Alice by her arm, turns her and on the pale skin of her arse writes `3`... I breathe a sigh of relief.... the order of sales isn`t on a first come first serve basis but something pre-organised by the Owners amongst themselves. There is no point making a yound nervous slave wait until the end of the auction... they won`t be in a fit state to be displayed... whereas some Owners will lay claim to a final lot for a slave who will enjoy the wait...or even a slave who deserves the nervous wait. I squeeze Alices hand and turn to see Anton being led away...there is no time to be puzzled as the numberer reaches for my arm and pulls me towards him, marker pen at the ready. There must be some mistake...and as I realise I`m the second lot Alice sees the number written on me is `24`. She howls in anguish as she realises she`s not only losing Anton but being sold as a single lot. I feel numb... I don`t even have it in me to comfort Alice. It`s a matter of minutes until Alices number is called.... she wipes her eyes, stands up straight and steps out into the hall to walk to the stage. Her long hair swings as she walks slowly forward, the tips brushing the number written on her arse, her shoulders are back and I feel so proud of her and I know I will miss the girl who has become like a daughter to me. I remain near the door to be able to listen to the bidding and hopefully see who she goes to. Alice steps onto the stage and the auctioeer begins his blurb whilst slowly turning Alice. She`s young and beautiful and will sell without much effort and so he quickly moves on to finding a first bid. A hand raises...and then another... I strain to see who is bidding and then my heart sinks... its the old man who we had in our room last night, he`s sat on the front row... the other bidder I can`t see. The bidding is fast...I look for your face in the audience...I didn`t want to ever look at you again...but I have to see if you will let Alice go to that smelly old bastard. There you are.... as i find you the auctioneer raises his gavel.... `sold for the first time to the gentleman on the front row` `sold for the second time` .....and then your hand goes up. The man in the front row turns, sees who is bidding and looks furious; but he doesn`t rebid. The next few seconds are a blur..... crack the gavel descends `number 3....sold to Mr Price.` You smile.... hold out a hand to Alice. But she throws her arms around you in relief and a ripple of laughter runs through the room. Then you turn and leave with her. I`m alone. You`re not even going to stay and watch me be sold.... I know you couldn`t buy back both your own lots, you`d be a public laughing stock. I slump into a chair and put my head in my hands and the lots slowly pass me by. `24` `Lot 24` That`s me...I stand and walk to the door. I pull myself up to full height, shoulders back, tummy in and take a deep shuddering breath and step out into the hall. I am totally and utterly in the hands of fate, I notice the room is less full than before, those Owners who have already bought what they need have left. I step up onto the stage and at that moment realise my cunt is wet. Scared as I am I know why you left me until late in the sale... you knew at some level I`d enjoy it. I smile....even in getting rid of me you show that you understand how i work. I`m going to miss you. I turn slowly to show my number and the auctioneer, lifts a tit.... pinches flesh.... I know as an older sub I`ll take more selling. He talks about my management and training skills with younger subs....but I hope I wont be sold as a trainer. I`ve known that happen to older girls and sometimes they are never actively dominated again and just end up having sex with their young charges. But once again...you save me.... the auctioneer checks his papers. `Ah...this one is good for fucking still....her papers say tight cunt` He raises an eyebrow and adds `anyone want to test the claim?` My heart sinks as the old man on the front row stands up....surely they won`t let him fuck me...I`m still officially your property until the gavel descends. The auctioneer puts a hand on the back of my neck and squeezes and pushes me down into a squat at the edge of the stage. He goes to hand old stinky knob some lube and I cringe as i realise my cunt is actually dripping a long glistening strand of its own lubricant. `well she`s keen` says the auctioneer....`might even be suitable for breeding` and I feel fingers slopping around in my cuntjuices....and then a couple of fingers enter me with a rough thrust.... they withdraw and a third is added.... a further hard thrust and I grunt in pain. `Tight` says the old man and places a first bid. He withdraws his fingers and wipes my juices off his hand on my flank and goes back to sit down. Fuck.... I know he`s going to bid hard for me as he already had a blow job off me last night. There is silence in the room His maiden bid still hangs in the room. Every single owner in the room understands he already lost one of Mr Prices` subs today and no-one is going to bid against him for this one.... moreover...the low bid will teach you a lesson for buying back your own slave when you bought Alice. I`m still crouched at the edge of the stage as the gavel goes down. I don`t want to ever move...to move would be to acknowledge that life has to continue. I feel hands on my arse again....a finger trails through my cuntjuice and is stuck up my arse without ceremony. His voice whispers in my ear and I can smell his breath.... `I`m going to fuck you til you`re raw.... and then my friends are going to fuck you....and then I`m going to pimp you out....` i sob `oh don`t cry` he says `I`m only going to pimp you out until you lose that look of pride you wear and then I`ll sell you on` I know the sort of places pimped out slaves go to die and I know my fate is now written firmly. He turns to leave the room and I follow him. We ascend the stairs to his room. As soon as the door shuts he is on me...his hands twisting flesh and prodding into holes. He pushes me to a table in the middle of the room and pushes me onto it face down....I daren`t struggle...I know that will make him worse. I know this is him staking ownership. He ties wrists and ankles to the table legs and then comes round the front of me, takes a handful of hair and sticks his cock in my mouth so hard i gag....this isn`t a blow job...this is him fucking my throat and now i struggle and cry as I try to draw breath. Eventually he takes his cock out and replaces it with a dildo gag....I draw a shuddering breath around it and feel snot and tears smeared across my face. He moves round to the back of me....and fucks my cunt hard.... he withraws...smears cunt jiuce on my aresehole and then spits on it for good luck.... he pauses briefy in fucking me to refill me hole with a large dildo and then slides his cock into my arse.... despite my fear and loathing i feel my hole open to accept him. `Good Girl` he says `I do like fucking Mr Price`s well trained holes` Even in the state I`m in I wonder at this statement....I`m now HIS well trained holes. He takes his cock out of my arse and immediately fills the gap with a butt plug. And then pain....I`m being strapped....accross my arse...my back....my thighs.... amidst the pain are gently stroking fingers on my inner thighs and around my stretched holes.... I struggle to turn...but can`t. ...and then he comes and sits in the chair in front of me. The pain and the stroking continues. He smiles. `You have a very caring...but very sadistic owner.... doesn`t she Mr Price?` And then between blows I hear your voice. `Never doubt me girl` I`m untied, carried to our room and Anton and Alice set to to gently clean and bathe me before they leave me in bed and retire. And then you get into bed beside me and despite the aches, the soreness, the memories of the fear and the nasty fucking I just adore you...and show you in all the ways I can.