“I like Princess Cunt. I buy you.”
He walked out the door leaving Stefani hanging from the rope, her pussy and anus slick with her juices, praying that he would not buy her. She was almost grateful for the next one, allowing him to slide his fingers in her pussy and finally up her ass, her muscles squeezing him as soon as he entered her. Anything but the black man. This man was English. A gentlemen at least, but not as far as touching her intimately, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy and asshole while he stared at her face.
“I would love whipping you Princess. Especially between those lovely legs. To make you sing for me. And my wife would love to have you eat her pussy while I whip you. Imagine, a Spanish Princess eating her pussy until she came on your face.” He left her alone again.
What she thought would be better then the black man, only sounded worse. The thought of being whipped while servicing his wife with her tongue was repulsive and painful. It wasn’t like Gretchen, a beautiful young girl. If she was anything like him, she would have to be over fifty.
For the next half hour, her near naked body was probed by a diverse group of men, some of them even young boys younger then she was. They were the cruelest, delighting in sticking their fingers inside her and twisting them until she cried out in pain. Many commented on the perverse acts that she would be forced to perform, the cruelty and perversity surprising Stefani each time. Even the Captain began to look good to her. She turned to see the door open again.
“Ready for the auction Princess Stefani? I hope you enjoyed the men that probed you. One of them will be taking you home today. Personally I hope it is the black man. He is an Ethiopian Prince and I’m sure you seen the size of his cock. He loves to take white women with his cock. In all of their holes. I would love to see you forced to sit on it, taking it up your asshole. I think it would split you up the middle.” He laughed as he pulled her down, leaving the rope around her wrists. He pulled the rope over her head and down her back. “Raise your arms up over your head. I want those lovely tits sticking out.” He saw the firm flesh rise up, her nipples pushing out the thin material. “The other girls have already been sold, many on there way to their new lives. It is your turn now. Stick your head up, I want a haughty look on you.” He marched her off, delighting at the way her hips swung so suggestively beneath the sheer sarong.
She saw the crowd in front of the stage, at least fifty men, men already whistling and calling out to her as she marched down the stage. She was halted and turned around in the center of the stage, all eyes on her. A hush fell over the room as the auctioneer stood next to her.
“The final girl for sale is a Spanish Princess. You have already seen her ladies in waiting. Imagine owning royalty, taking her sexually in any and every manner your minds could ever conjure up. The joy of forcing her to perform perversities that you would be ashamed to even mention to your best friend. To bind her body and to torture her, her screams of pain exciting you. You will only be limited by your own imagination and perversity. All you have to be is the successful bidder.”
The crowd began to murmur as she felt the auctioneer move closer to her, slipping the wrap that barely covered her breasts off, leaving her naked to the waist. He pulled her arms farther back over her head, her bare breasts thrust out prominently. She felt his fingers on her nipples, teasing the tips until she felt them get hard, Stefani unable to control her own body. Then his fingers became more urgent, two fingers of each hand gripping a nipple and began to twist, stopping only when she bit her lip in pain, the sharp bite of his fingers sending shooting pains through her breast.
“Such lovely tits. And big, hard nipples to punish.” He let his hand slid down to the sarong, letting the sheer garment fall to the floor. “And have you ever seen such a full, black bush as she has.” His hands ran over her bush lightly, seeing the goose bumps appear on her skin as she shivered. “Spread your legs.”
She didn’t hesitate to obey, her legs spreading wide until he nodded his approval. “MMMGG,” she groan as two fingers slid inside her, surprised at how wet she was.
“Tighten on my fingers.” He saw her clench her mouth, his fingers rewarded with her muscles gripping him tightly. “Though she is not a virgin, this is the hottest, tightest cunt I felt in a long time. Captain James barely had time to break her in.”
She felt his fingers leave her, his hands on her hips, turning her around. She hated this part, knowing his fingers would soon be in her ass.
“And look at this ass. It was built to be punished, built to be spanked and whipped.” He pulled apart her cheeks, but not before he gave her ass a sharp slap, her white cheek already turning red. “Look how tiny that hole is. Captain James has already taught her how to perform, his usual method of persuasion used.” The men in the audience laughed loudly, the African Cockroach of Captain James was almost legendary. He let one wet finger slide inside her asshole, feeling her rectum fight the intrusion, twisting his finger inside her until he sank it into her colon, his knuckles banging against her anus. He slapped her ass cheeks again, a screech from her lips in pain. “Show me how tighten you can make your asshole.” He felt her clench on his finger, wishing he had the pleasure of sodomizing her, the hot buttery insides clenching on his finger making his cock jump in excitement. “You can’t believe how tight she is. She’d skin your cock.” The crowd roared, the auctioneer pulling his finger out, turning her around. “Legs spread wider Princess Stefani. Show everyone that lovely pussy.”
“And now the auction will begin. Currency for this transaction will be either pieces of eight or gold doubloons.”
Stefani could only stand shivering naked on the stage while the auctioneer rattled off the bids, posing for him while he sold her to the highest bidder. The bidding quickly escalated, now over 100 gold doubloons, the number of bidders diminishing as the price moved higher.
The auctioneer couldn’t believe how high it was going, never having royalty to sell. Captain James and his crew would be rich after this, though he doubted most of his crew would have much left over once the wenches in the bars got a hold of them. The Ethiopian Prince was still bidding, as well as an English gentlemen, the auctioneer not sure of what he wanted her for. They were both determined to have her, the bidding over 20o now. The crowd was cheering them on, the bids continually rising higher, neither one willing to concede the prize. Now at three hundred doubloons, each raising it by ten, approaching four hundred quickly.
One of his men in the audience that was to make sure that no bidder was missed suddenly caught the Auctioneers eye. He turned to him, seeing him mouth the words. He yelled to him. “Are you sure?” The man nodded back. “I have a bid from a new bidder. For one thousand gold doubloons.”
The crowd broke out into a clatter, turning in all directions to see who the new bidder was that would pay such a worldly sum.
Stefani tried to see who bid, but the crowd was thick, the bidder far in the back.
The auctioneer looked at the other two bidders, seeing the defeat in their eyes. “Going once.” He paused, giving them another chance. “Going twice.” He waited one last moment, seeing the Ethiopian Prince already leaving the room. “Sold to the gentlemen in the back.” He ushered the Princess off of the stage, not even allowing her to put her clothes back on, eager to collect his percentage.
She never saw who bought her. “Who is he?”
“You’ll find out soon enough Princess. He asked that you be brought to one of the rooms. I don’t think he can wait to sample your treasures. Not that I can blame him.”
She found herself shoved down a hallway to a room at the end. The auctioneer had left her, most likely to count his money. She was shoved unceremoniously into the room, still naked.