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.