Next, her legs were raised and then separated. Again, she felt the strain as her muscles were stretched. Lying the way she was, it was only natural for her to look up. She gasped as she saw her image on three huge television screens mounted above the stage. Each showed a different view. One camera was focused on her face with a frontal view. A second one was a view of her chest from the side, showing her breasts thrust upward. The final shot was angled to show her sex. She felt herself blush as she saw her sex with its bright glistening lips gaping open. She heard the crowd start to applaud as soon as she started blushing.
Tom was led to the bound girl and the auctioneer gripped his cock. Tom cringed as yet another male touched him so intimately. He and his wife had entered this lifestyle voluntarily but he had no idea that there would be so many male on male encounters.
"You don't look like you need a fluffer, boy," the auctioneer spoke into the microphone as he stroked his hand along the male slave's cock. The audience burst into laughter because Tom was already as hard as a rock. He had been since the first moment he saw Innocence and, while Innocence had climaxed earlier when they coupled, he had not been allowed to. "But I'll offer you one if you want."
"I'm fine, Master," Tom replied.
"Then let's get this show on the road." The auctioneer positioned the long shaft at Cency's petals again and, once again, Tom slowly slid his cock into the amazingly beautiful slavegirl.
Innocence looked at the incredibly long cock again as it stood poised to penetrate her again. Then she watched in awe as it disappeared within her inch by inch. She felt it sliding inward and then closed her eyes as she realized that she was being fucked in front of a huge audience.
Once again, Tom was a good lover. He did not fully penetrate so that he would not hurt her. He just kept sliding in and out of her and occasionally leaned down to kiss a breast.
The audience had an excellent view of the action. Those who were seated near the stage could see the cock spearing into the girl and could see it sliding back out, coated with her juices. But even those in the back of the room could see that. The camera that was aimed at Cency's sex provided a wide screen view of the huge cock that was claiming the girl.
At one point, the auctioneer brought the cane down on Tom's ass. Instead of showing the blow, however, all three wide screen monitors switched to the view of Cency's breasts. The luscious mounds wobbled, but not much, as the cock banged into the girl's cervix. Innocence felt a hand grip one of her breasts and then heard the auctioneer making his next statement.
"You saw them in motion. Firm. Solid. Most people would expect them to be full of silicone with action like that. But these are one hundred percent pure natural." He emphasized his point by squeezing the breast and then gripping the nipple, stretching it away from Cency's chest.
Innocence closed her eyes again, hoping to shut out the world as the cock continued to pound into her. It was more humiliating than anything she could imagine. Despite that, she felt her body reacting and felt her orgasm approaching.
If Innocence had her eyes open, she would have noticed that another person had stepped onto the stage. The three monitors returned to showing her face and breasts and where the long cock was slicing into her bound body. The one that was focused on her sex zoomed back a bit until Tom's ass was also in the picture.
It all happened very quickly. The cane was brought down harshly on Tom's ass. He cried out and the force of the blow propelled him forward, fully burying his cock in the vulnerable slave girl. Innocence was already on the verge of an orgasm when the cock slammed into her cervix. Somehow, the pain that followed pushed her over the edge and she climaxed.
She cried out from the pain and the cry died off in a deep groan. She shrieked again as the second figure on the stage brought the cane down directly across her proud but very vulnerable breasts. Pain coursed through her chest as a second orgasm shook her body.
Everyone in the audience was silent. Many were watching Cency's face, seeing the pain etched there for a moment before the look became pure ecstasy. Others were watching the screen with her breasts, admiring the way they barely moved despite Tom continuing to pound into the girl and admiring the bright red line that ran across the magnificent orbs. Still others were mesmerized by the steady movement of the long slick pole that continued to piston in and out of the girl's juicy sex.
After Innocence recovered from her orgasm, Tom was pulled back and his cock slipped out of her warm tunnel. He groaned at not achieving release of his own but he did not have much time to think about his regret. The bidding started immediately.
Ultimately, he was sold for five thousand dollars for one night. This was an unheard of price for a male. They rarely sold for more than one thousand, regardless of the length of slavery. The fact that he was standing before the bidders with a raging erection that was still glistening with Cency's juices probably helped his value.
Finally, the bidding was started on Innocence. People shouted. Arms waved. The price kept climbing and Innocence became more and more worried. The auctioneer grasped one of her breasts and bounced it in his hand to remind the audience how firm they were. The bidding escalated more quickly.
In the end, she was sold for fifteen thousand. This was also an unheard of price, especially since the slavery was only to be for twenty four hours. The price far surpassed the previous record.
Innocence was led off the stage and into a back room to be prepared for her new owner. She saw that Tom had already been bound and his leash was being handed to a male standing nearby. It looked like Tom would be entertaining a gay owner for the next twenty four hours. She hoped that he would be okay with that. She gave him a little wave and he smiled back at her.
She was led to a table and then left there by the two males who escorted her. She watched as Tom's naked backside disappeared through the doorway as his gay owner tugged on the leash.
"Hello, Cency, dear," she heard a familiar voice. "I never imagined I would see you here. I hoped. But I never imagined it would happen."
"Oh god," groaned Innocence. She recognized the voice as that of Miss Young, her high school field hockey coach. She slowly turned her head toward the voice as she wished the earth would swallow her. "Hello, Miss Young."
Miss Young stood up and Innocence saw that she was clearly dressed as a dominant and was wearing all black. She even had a whip and handcuffs dangling from her belt. She was a tall one at six feet. Innocence knew she was strong and fast but she was also very shapely and curvy and her outfit highlighted her beautiful figure.
Miss Young came out from behind the desk and stood in front of Innocence. She reached up and lifted Cency's breasts in her hands, letting her thumbs brush back and forth across the girl's already stiff and aroused nipples. Innocence thought about slapping the hands away but decided against it. She knew it would not end well for her if she did that.
"You have no idea how long I have wanted to hold you like this," said Miss Young as her thumbs continued to strum the stiff little nubbins on Cency's breasts. "You are my dream slavegirl."
Innocence blushed again. She glanced down and saw her breasts in the hands of her old coach. Actually, her coach was not that old at age thirty. She had just seemed old to Innocence in high school. She still could not believe how things kept getting worse for her. Every time she adjusted to the latest indignity, a new one would be thrust upon her.
"Thank you, Miss Young," replied Innocence. "I think."