even as the pain died away.
‘Oh, a little sensitive are you, darling? That’ll be fun.’ He winked at the audience. ‘And a good pair of lungs on her, I hope you notice. Mind, she’ll need to be able to breathe through her ears, given what one of you horny fuckers will probably be doing to her before the end of the night.’
‘Please,’ she begged, ‘please let me go! I shouldn’t be here, I need to go home –’
‘Shush.’ His fingers were oddly gentle as he pressed them to her lips, cutting off her protests. ‘No one’s listening. Nobody cares.’ Two of his fingers slid into her mouth. They tasted of iron and oil and sweat, and Antonia worked frantically to accommodate them and not gag as he pushed them over her tongue, right to the back of her mouth. ‘That’s better,’ he sighed. ‘You’re beginning to get it, aren’t you?’
As he withdrew his fingers his attention snapped back to the crowd. ‘Of course, ladies and gentlemen,’ he announced, snuggling up to her rear, ‘what you really want to see is her pussy, isn’t it?’ With the word ‘pussy’ his voice dropped an octave and the mic vibrated. He was playing up to the theatre of it all, and she was doubly sure he was enjoying it because, through his abraded jeans, his hard cock was jabbing gleefully up against her.
‘Yes!’ shouted the crowd – and wilder, more obscene things too.
‘I don’t blame you.’ The auctioneer’s spit-wet fingers trailed over her chin and down her throat and between her breasts. ‘You don’t buy a car without looking under the hood, do you? And you don’t buy a fuck-slave without getting a good look at her pussy.’ He smoothed his hand down the slight curve of her belly and insinuated his fingers beneath the waistband of her cut-offs. His thumb flicked open her fly button with a casual expertise. ‘Want to see?’ he teased.
‘Yes!’
‘Turn around,’ he ordered, spinning her to face the back of the stage. ‘Now, be a good little bitch and bend over.’
Antonia had never anticipated this. She could feel the sweat of her panic gather at the small of her back. It hardly felt real: the blood was pounding in her ears and her head was swimming. But the stage was backed by big polished steel panels, allowing her a blurred and distorted view of what was going on behind her: the crowd, the big man controlling her every move. She was not to be allowed to forget that she was being displayed and sold in public.
‘Bend,’ he growled, planting a hand between her bare shoulders to tip her from the hips. She tried to comply, awkward because her arms were tied and she couldn’t brace herself with her hands. She almost lost her balance and he grabbed the back of her shorts to steady her, sending a lightning stab through her private torment. Her fingers dug fearfully into her hips. He kicked her feet further apart. Her ass and tits were now stuck out in perfect counterbalance.
The knife came out again to dissect her cut-off shorts. She felt its cold steel whisper against her skin. It gave even the stitched denim short shrift, and after a series of agonising yanks the garment fell away down her thighs, revealing to the world her ass and crack and the shy peek of her pussy below.
That was the first moment of relief Antonia had felt since coming on stage.
‘Whoa,’ said the auctioneer, appreciatively. ‘What have we got here, ladies and gentlemen? It looks like there’s been some customisation going on with this one.’ He put a hand between her cheeks, prodding the rubber bung that jutted out there. ‘I don’t know if you can see this clearly, but she’s got a big black butt-plug up her already.’
His fingertips explored her stretched anus, discovering the thick greasy lubricant that they’d filled her ass with before inserting the plug. Antonia hadn’t tried to fight when, an hour before her entrance on stage, they’d held her down and worked the dildo into her – she had been too afraid of the hefty cylinder now riding her ass. The discomfort and the sense of imminent disaster and the humiliation had been almost overwhelming, and those tight shorts had only made the sensations worse, every step a torment.
Now it was the auctioneer’s turn. He jiggled the dildo inside her and made her wail.
‘Well, look at that, ladies and gentlemen. She’s lubed up and stretched and wide open. I think that when you buy her, you’re going to be able to just whip that butt-plug out and stick your dick right in there to fuck that beautiful ass, like going into warm butter. So I’m going to leave it where it is for the moment.’
He chuckled. ‘Told you it’s always worth taking a close look before you buy. Now, let’s examine this pussy.’ His hand cupped her sex. ‘Well, if you can’t see, you can take my word for it. This one’s nicely shaved, every bit of her. Soft as a kitten, this pussy.’ He bent and both sets of fingers explored her sex, not at all rough – but thorough. ‘She’s got rings, ladies and gentlemen. I count three on either side, outer labia, silver. Someone’s taken a lot of care with this one. Fucking beautiful example, and I see a lot of them in this line of work. And –’ his fingers spread her ‘– she’s running wet. Jeez – that is one juicy fucking cunt! I don’t think you’ll have any problem warming this one up. She’s just begging to be taken out for a ride!’
Antonia sobbed, mascara tears running down her cheeks. Her pussy seemed to throb under the merciless glare of the auction lights. But the examination was not yet over. He slid his licked fingers into her passage and spread them. With the internal pressure of the plug in her other hole, it was enough to make her squeak.
‘Mmm. That’s good. Tight enough to give you a good firm grip, I think. And …’
She felt the fingers withdraw again. She saw in the blurred reflection how he straightened up and lifted his hand to his face.
‘Sweet. Tastes like honey, ladies and gentlemen. I think we’ve got a prime piece of cunt here.’ Tugging her ponytail, he slapped her ass and jerked her upright. ‘There’s one last thing, though. Want to see how she performs?’
Of course they did.
He brushed his lips to her ear. ‘Get on your knees.’ He didn’t push her, but his voice was like the black oil from an engine sump and she was incapable of disobeying. Her legs seemed to fold of themselves and she came to rest on the rough boards of the stage, her head on a level with his crotch. She watched as he unbuckled the big worn belt around his hips, tugged down his fly and manhandled out an uncut cock that was already fighting for its freedom. Like the rest of him it was long and sinewy and lumpy with veins.
The calls of the crowd had become white noise. She felt the muscles of her asshole clench around the cruel plug between her cheeks. She could smell the harsh masculine sweat of his groin.
‘Lick it, bitch,’ he crooned.
She hesitated, cringing from that unfamiliar cock.
‘Fucking lick it.’
This time she moved in and licked him tentatively, from root to crown. His flesh was hot and his glans was sticky. Her tongue slithered over the dome of flesh and she tasted his musk with something like dread. She thought she’d done enough to satisfy him – but without warning his fingers stung her cheek in a slap and then, as she gasped in shock, he took advantage of her parted lips to push her mouth down firmly over his bell-end.
‘A slave shouldn’t need to be told twice,’ he growled, angling his cock and her head so that he could plunge all the way to the back of her mouth. As he filled her throat, Antonia swallowed hard, desperate not to gag on his length.
