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Sold into slavery by my own brother. Payment for a drug deal gone bad. Soon to be led to the auction block. I have been celibate waiting for the right man. Now I have no choice in the matter. Who will buy me? Man or woman? I hope it’s a woman. Should I be defiant or compliant? I see their whips, I don’t want to feel their fury. Will my master or mistress be kind? Will I ever feel pleasure or will my life in servitude be harsh with no love? Can I survive that? Will I be strong or weak. I feel so vulnerable, so lost, so alone. They are coming for me. I pray that I look good enough to be bought by a good and kind master. They are coming for me and I am afraid.

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Aslin nee 8ball said:
Sold into slavery by my own brother. Payment for a drug deal gone bad. Soon to be led to the auction block. I have been celibate waiting for the right man. Now I have no choice in the matter. Who will buy me? Man or woman? I hope it’s a woman. Should I be defiant or compliant? I see their whips, I don’t want to feel their fury. Will my master or mistress be kind? Will I ever feel pleasure or will my life in servitude be harsh with no love? Can I survive that? Will I be strong or weak. I feel so vulnerable, so lost, so alone. They are coming for me. I pray that I look good enough to be bought by a good and kind master. They are coming for me and I am afraid. View attachment 1045045
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She most definitely is going to be purchased!
 
Aslin nee 8ball said:
Sold into slavery by my own brother. Payment for a drug deal gone bad. Soon to be led to the auction block. I have been celibate waiting for the right man. Now I have no choice in the matter. Who will buy me? Man or woman? I hope it’s a woman. Should I be defiant or compliant? I see their whips, I don’t want to feel their fury. Will my master or mistress be kind? Will I ever feel pleasure or will my life in servitude be harsh with no love? Can I survive that? Will I be strong or weak. I feel so vulnerable, so lost, so alone. They are coming for me. I pray that I look good enough to be bought by a good and kind master. They are coming for me and I am afraid.

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I would like to read the description of the auction and who eventually purchases you. When you have time
 
Aslin nee 8ball said:
Sure, I like some spontaneous creativity.
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It felt so surreal as I mounted to steps to the block. The crowd so large came hushed as I was led forward. Was it me who caused that to happen? Was it because I was pleasing or because I was not what they were hoping for. I felt suddenly so vulnerable. I tried to cover myself with my hands but a poke in the back with the butt end of the whip made me drop my chained hands to my sides. I scanned the crowd with my eyes filling with tears. I see him first, his eyes are so cruel. No please not you .Next to him is a beautiful Arab woman.
Yes please bid for me. Those two and half a dozen others move forward to inspect me.
The man with the cruel eyes is first. He squeezes my breasts with his rough hands. I shrink back in fear. He squeezes harder pulling me toward him. While still gripping my left breast his right hand reaches down below and a finger slips between my nether lips. I am shaking now. I feel only fear. He smiles , his crooked teeth showing, He has discovered that I am a virgin. He grunts and nods his head in satisfaction. I am so ashamed. I begin to sob. I don’t deserve this. I hate my brother for doing this to me.
The beautiful woman is next. Her gentle touch brings me out of my stupor. I push forward a bit, offering her my breasts. Her hands are gentle. I can feel that tingle start from within. By the time her soft fingers have played over the contours of my backside and her gentle finger has examined my intimacy, I am ready to explode.
But before that happens I am once again feeling tough male hands. He is checking my mouth like he is buying a horse. Running his hands over my flanks. Squeaking me all over, checking the merchandise for any defects. I hope he finds some and doesn’t bid for me. All the rest who wish to examine me are male . I am nothing more than a piece of meat on display for their pleasure. I am bent and twisted. I am asked to touch myself in intimate areas. I stand ashamed and alone.
Then they are gone and the bidding begins.
I stand abused and full of shame before these strangers, large tears run down my cheeks. I fear for my future, a life granted to me by another. Will I be raped, beaten, forced to labor hour after hour. Will I ever find love? It is out of my hands. I begin to sob, my head bowed.
There are many bidders to start but soon there are only three left. The man with the cruel eyes, the beautiful woman, and the littleman who had examined me like I was horseflesh. The bidding went on and on, the auctioneer got more animated and finally it was down to two bidders, cruel eyes and the woman. PLEASE let the woman buy me. Cruel eyes bids again , the crowd roars, he has doubled his bid. The woman drops her eyes. The auctioneer excited for his large sale raises one finger. “ going once “ raises a second finger “going twice”.....,I am terrified.
 
Aslin nee 8ball said:
It felt so surreal as I mounted to steps to the block. The crowd so large came hushed as I was led forward. Was it me who caused that to happen? Was it because I was pleasing or because I was not what they were hoping for. I felt suddenly so vulnerable. I tried to cover myself with my hands but a poke in the back with the butt end of the whip made me drop my chained hands to my sides. I scanned the crowd with my eyes filling with tears. I see him first, his eyes are so cruel. No please not you .Next to him is a beautiful Arab woman.
Yes please bid for me. Those two and half a dozen others move forward to inspect me.
The man with the cruel eyes is first. He squeezes my breasts with his rough hands. I shrink back in fear. He squeezes harder pulling me toward him. While still gripping my left breast his right hand reaches down below and a finger slips between my nether lips. I am shaking now. I feel only fear. He smiles , his crooked teeth showing, He has discovered that I am a virgin. He grunts and nods his head in satisfaction. I am so ashamed. I begin to sob. I don’t deserve this. I hate my brother for doing this to me.
The beautiful woman is next. Her gentle touch brings me out of my stupor. I push forward a bit, offering her my breasts. Her hands are gentle. I can feel that tingle start from within. By the time her soft fingers have played over the contours of my backside and her gentle finger has examined my intimacy, I am ready to explode.
But before that happens I am once again feeling tough male hands. He is checking my mouth like he is buying a horse. Running his hands over my flanks. Squeaking me all over, checking the merchandise for any defects. I hope he finds some and doesn’t bid for me. All the rest who wish to examine me are male . I am nothing more than a piece of meat on display for their pleasure. I am bent and twisted. I am asked to touch myself in intimate areas. I stand ashamed and alone.
Then they are gone and the bidding begins.
I stand abused and full of shame before these strangers, large tears run down my cheeks. I fear for my future, a life granted to me by another. Will I be raped, beaten, forced to labor hour after hour. Will I ever find love? It is out of my hands. I begin to sob, my head bowed.
There are many bidders to start but soon there are only three left. The man with the cruel eyes, the beautiful woman, and the littleman who had examined me like I was horseflesh. The bidding went on and on, the auctioneer got more animated and finally it was down to two bidders, cruel eyes and the woman. PLEASE let the woman buy me. Cruel eyes bids again , the crowd roars, he has doubled his bid. The woman drops her eyes. The auctioneer excited for his large sale raises one finger. “ going once “ raises a second finger “going twice”.....,I am terrified.
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Really like this one!
 
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