"Perhaps Cedric will sell her to us," said Bob as he watched the scene before him. His wife loved breasts and he loved to watch her play with female toys. She also had a little bit of a sadistic streak in her and he could tell by Angela's grimace and yelp that the nipple was being abused.
"I hope so," said Fanny after she released the breast. "Or if he just puts her up for auction, we can make sure we're the high bid."
"Cedric," called out Bob. "Could you join us for a moment?"
Cedric walked to the couple and the bound and naked slavegirl. "How may I be of service?"
"We have found another item that we wish to purchase," Fanny replied. "When will you be offering this one at auction?" Fanny kept her finger moving inside of Angela and occasionally slipped out to toy with the bright pink clitoris.
Angela was almost out of her mind as the erotic thrills kept racing through her captive body. Eighteen people had now offered to buy her. It was unbelievable. But she had heard every single person offer to purchase her body. Each of them wanted to permanently enslave her.
Cedric sighed. "Alas, she is not for sale. I have only recently acquired this girl and I would be foolish to part with her. She is now part of my private stock and I intend to enjoy her."
He leaned forward and kissed Angela. Bob squeezed her nipples harder and she was whimpering as her throbbing nipples erupted in sparks of pain.
"She's just so perfect," added Cedric. Fanny moved in to kiss Angela once Cedric was finished and continued stabbing her finger into the naked girl. All of the sensations and all of the talk of purchasing her finally became too much and she erupted in orgasm. They held her up as her legs wobbled and she became weak. Then they left her to resume what they were doing before they started playing with her. Angela was left behind trembling as she remained fastened to the post. Her head was spinning at this point.
Chapter 7
Once the last sale was finalized, Cedric collected his slavegirl and led her out of the room. The auction hall was empty now as they entered it. He led her to the stage and attached her to the post that had most recently held the thirteen girls who were just sold. She trembled as she looked out across the room.
"How does it feel to be a slavegirl?" he asked as he stroked his finger through her wet sex.
"Terrifying," replied Angela, honestly as she felt his finger toying with her body. "Thrilling. Erotic. Humiliating. But terrifying."
Cedric smiled and kept up his stroking. "Can you imagine what it must be like to stand up here and know that you are about to be sold?"
"No," she answered. "I can't imagine it. It must be beyond terrifying."
"I'm sure you can't imagine it," he said. She was more than swampy at this point and he felt her juices spreading to her thighs. "So let's experience it for you. The auction continues."
She felt her heart stop for a moment and she quickly glanced around the room to see if he was serious. She breathed a sigh of relief, though, as she saw that all of the chairs were still empty. Then her eyes caught view of one of the screens and she gasped. It showed her standing on the stage and attached to the post. It also showed that there were three buyers watching her online.
"Cedric!" she protested. "You can't be serious!" She struggled against her bindings and he just stood there admiring the way her breasts jiggled and swayed with her movements.
Cedric acted as the auctioneer and extolled the virtues of the slavegirl being offered for sale. He lifted each breast and bounced it to show the viewers how large and firm they were. He caressed the soft flesh and described its texture to the online audience. Then he gestured and a naked slavegirl appeared from the back of the stage.
"Cedric," she protested again. "This has gone far enough. You're scaring me now."
She watched on one of the screens as the girl stepped behind her. She watched with disbelief as the girl reached around her and lifted her full breasts in her palms. She watched with horror as she saw the cane rise and swiftly fall to crease her tender orbs. She shrieked. She looked down and saw the angry line extending across her precious mounds.
"Cedric, please don't do this." She was beyond terrified now. This whole thing was turning into a nightmare for her.
Cedric opened the bidding and she trembled as she saw each successive price displayed on the screen. First, she was filled with shock. Then she was amazed. The bidding had started at 200,000 pounds. The price escalated rapidly and was soon over a million. She was terrified again and the price continued to rise. In the end, she was sold for two million pounds.
Cedric hit a switch and the screens went black. He stepped up to Angela and gathered her breasts in his hands, bending down to kiss the upper swells that he had so recently abused. "You are a very expensive bird. Come. You will entertain me in my bed tonight."
"Cedric," she whimpered. "How could you do that to me? How could you sell me?"
"It was easy, little one. I'm a slaver. And you are a most valuable piece of merchandise."
She whimpered again as tears rolled down her cheeks. This man had sold her and now planned to fuck her. Life was so unfair! "May I know who bought me and what they will do to me?"
"I can answer the first question but I don't know his plans," Cedric replied. He picked up a piece of paper that had just come out of the printer beside the stage. "You are now the property of a Mr. John C. Dawson."
"What?!?!?!?" sputtered Angela. "My husband?"
Cedric laughed and nodded. He released her from the post and tugged on her leash, leading her out of the room. "Yes, your husband. I talked to him today while you were at the spa. He agreed to participate to give you the whole slave experience. It was your husband and two of my employees bidding on your delicious body."
"Oooooo!!!" growled Angela. Her brow was furrowed and she glared at the black man. She twisted her body and smacked his chest with her elbow. "You… you…. you monster!"
Cedric smiled. "We aim to please. You got the whole experience tonight. And now it's your turn to please. I have been hard all night thinking about your lovely ass."
"What?!?!?!?" she shrieked. "You can't do that! I won't let you!"
He stopped in front of his cottage and turned to her, gripping her nipples and holding them without squeezing. "I can and I will. And you will let me. That's the beauty of being a slavegirl. You don't have to think. You just enjoy what happens; no decisions and no worries."
He led her into the house and explained that she could either cooperate or he could bind her. Either way, he was going to fuck her ass. Her new owner had given him permission to take her that way.
In the end, she cooperated. It was better than being locked into some evil device where she wouldn't be able to move at all. But she vowed that her husband would get an earful once she got home for submitting her to this indignity.
Cedric took his time. He wanted to be able to enjoy this bird as much as possible. He led her to the bed and had her bend forward to rest her hands on it. He walked to the side to admire her. Her wild mane of hair hung down, obscuring her face. That was one of the advantages of ponytails, he realized. But he could still enjoy viewing the rest of her delicious body. The pink-capped breasts dangled heavily from her chest and swayed with her breathing and occasional trembles. Her belly was tight and was concave as she waited nervously for what was about to occur. And her beautiful rump was jutting out, almost as if inviting to be impaled.