Whore For Auction

Erotic submissive storiesOur masters lined us up on the stage, naked, hands bound behind our back and mouths taped shut. The lights ahead blinded us. There was no way for us to see out into the crowd, but it was very obvious what this was. It was auction time when enough masters get bored of their whores they sell them off for someone else to abuse…or dispose of. Being on the stage felt embarrassing as it should, it meant I was no longer pleasing to him. It also felt very uneasy, and fear crept in one in every 5 girls tends to disappear completely after auction time. Paying their ultimate sacrifice to their master’s we all assume. I felt myself begin to shake when the line of browsing Masters’ stood before us. The ripping sound of tape sounded in unison as they removed the tape from our mouths and put us on our knees. Out of habit I opened my mouth, this please the one in front of me. Whereas the girls on either side of me were slapped and mocked for not knowing how to properly greet a man. 

I didn’t flinch or react, just keep my mouth open, waiting for him to test me. Couldn’t help but widen my eyes when I saw the size of the cock I was going to need to take down my throat. The length had to be about 9 inches but the girth was worrisome for my airway. I went to it, determined to perform properly to hopefully avoid being one of the girls that disappear. Letting the cock go far back really pushing my limits, my eyes tearing up. There was no oxygen, my head grew faint, digging my nails into my palms trying to keep myself focused. I was lucky he pulled out and snatched me up by my hair. “I’ll take this one,” he proclaimed handing a wad of cash to my old master. “Any objections?” His voice snarled in a threat for tone. The other men remained silent. The transaction went forward. For a moment I thought I saw regret flash upon my old master’s face as he was selling me but of course it was probably wishful thinking. For a whore to be up for auction is a sign of failure and disgrace. I must be better going forward.

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