Time doesn’t matter. I have won a contest that will take me to island where the Scandals Resort is!
Who would have thought such an innocent picture could do me so well?
It is in the Caribbean on a private island owned by something known as the ‘Cruxton Abbey’. Perhaps it is a religious group. I hope it is not too dull. My flight is on THT Airlines. It is part of the package I have won. The plane is all first class and I do my best to dress the part! I do notice I am drawing a lot of looks. Well maybe I am worth it.
We land on the island.
Going through customs I found my worse fear come true. You see part of the entry of coming to the island is that any woman agrees she can become a slave. She has a one in ten chance of being selected for auction. I knew that when I entered the contest. It is part of the excitement. I knew I could be part of the auctions and now I will be! The customs master orders me to strip. I try to look shamed doing so. I don’t think he bought my act.
My wrists are locked in cuffs behind my back. I stand naked before him as he explains my status.
“Jolene Martin, you have been randomly chosen to be in this week’s auction. If you are one of the five selected out of the twenty-five women you will commit to a year as a slave to be used by members as they desire” he explains.
My pussy is oozing with excitement but I shyly say “I understand that, sir.”
“You also know this is the spring equinox week and if chosen as slave you have a one in five chance of being selected for the archbishop’s main course for his dinner” he says.
My knees flex as I cum. As steadily as I can I say “I am aware of that possibility.”
I am down to a twenty percent chance I will be a slave for a year and a good chance I will be dinner for the Archbishop Wragg’s annual fundraising dinner. Nothing could be more exciting!
The auction occurs on Friday. We are lined across a stage. We are naked and we know that we are to stand straight. We are not to cover ourselves at the risk of being scourged in the square. Nothing was explained to us how the auction worked. The only thing we know is four of us will slaves for a year and one of us will be the main course at the archbishop’s annual banquet.
There are a few hundred well-dressed people in the amphitheater staring at us. I knew coming to Scandals Resort I would be eligible to be in the auction. I didn’t know how the auction worked. Now I stand naked with twenty-four other women. I can soon be a slave for a year or the main dish this weekend. I wonder how that is done. I am not comfortable yet not really afraid. I have to admit I somewhat aroused by the tension! I look down the line of women and wonder which of us will be chosen.
The bidding has begun. I don’t know what is going but my life could change forever very soon.
Who would have thought such an innocent picture could do me so well?
It is in the Caribbean on a private island owned by something known as the ‘Cruxton Abbey’. Perhaps it is a religious group. I hope it is not too dull. My flight is on THT Airlines. It is part of the package I have won. The plane is all first class and I do my best to dress the part! I do notice I am drawing a lot of looks. Well maybe I am worth it.
We land on the island.
Going through customs I found my worse fear come true. You see part of the entry of coming to the island is that any woman agrees she can become a slave. She has a one in ten chance of being selected for auction. I knew that when I entered the contest. It is part of the excitement. I knew I could be part of the auctions and now I will be! The customs master orders me to strip. I try to look shamed doing so. I don’t think he bought my act.
My wrists are locked in cuffs behind my back. I stand naked before him as he explains my status.
“Jolene Martin, you have been randomly chosen to be in this week’s auction. If you are one of the five selected out of the twenty-five women you will commit to a year as a slave to be used by members as they desire” he explains.
My pussy is oozing with excitement but I shyly say “I understand that, sir.”
“You also know this is the spring equinox week and if chosen as slave you have a one in five chance of being selected for the archbishop’s main course for his dinner” he says.
My knees flex as I cum. As steadily as I can I say “I am aware of that possibility.”
I am down to a twenty percent chance I will be a slave for a year and a good chance I will be dinner for the Archbishop Wragg’s annual fundraising dinner. Nothing could be more exciting!
The auction occurs on Friday. We are lined across a stage. We are naked and we know that we are to stand straight. We are not to cover ourselves at the risk of being scourged in the square. Nothing was explained to us how the auction worked. The only thing we know is four of us will slaves for a year and one of us will be the main course at the archbishop’s annual banquet.
There are a few hundred well-dressed people in the amphitheater staring at us. I knew coming to Scandals Resort I would be eligible to be in the auction. I didn’t know how the auction worked. Now I stand naked with twenty-four other women. I can soon be a slave for a year or the main dish this weekend. I wonder how that is done. I am not comfortable yet not really afraid. I have to admit I somewhat aroused by the tension! I look down the line of women and wonder which of us will be chosen.
The bidding has begun. I don’t know what is going but my life could change forever very soon.
