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Authors: Charles Graham
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drew taut, preventing her from rising and arching her slightly backwards as it was clipped to the ring at the finger end of her single glove.
A sound from above made her arch her head to stare upwards, but as she did so, three brilliant spotlights clicked on, dazzling her and starkly illuminating her bound nudity.
Dazzling Gemma, but not before she had seen a sort of minstrel's gallery projecting from the far wall about fifteen feet above the floor where she stood. A gallery where shadowy figures sat staring down.
At her!
Gemma screamed wildly, her eyes vainly trying to penetrate the brilliant glare of the lights, her mind stunned by the realisation that there were people up there! People watching her! People who could see every naked curve of her helpless body! Her bondage!
She wrenched madly at her bound limbs, her screams of terror and outrage and fury echoing from the high ceiling as she fought to cover herself from the eyes she knew were there.
Gemma froze in stunned disbelief as a disembodied voice spoke from above her dark head.
"Thank you all for attending this slave auction, ladies and gentlemen. As you can see, we offer a fine young female on this occasion. She is, of course, not yet fully trained, but I am quite sure that all of you are perfectly capable of supplying the necessary instruction."
A ripple of appreciative laughter from the watching audience broke the spell which held Gemma paralysed in its thrall.
"No! she screamed, "No! No.o.o.o.!"
From behind Gemma's agonised, uptilted head, a hand holding a massive leather gag appeared and Gemma's protests died in a gurgling splutter as it was forced cruelly between her jaws and deep into her mouth, then buckled tightly behind her neck. Silenced, she could only whimper in horror as the calm voice of the auctioneer resumed.
"A fine pair of lungs, too, "he quipped, As you might expect from such a lovely chest. Now then, ladies and gentlemen, to the business of the evening. What am I bid for this slave-to-be? She has never felt the whip, as yet and as you have seen, she has much to learn. This is a rare opportunity, my friends. A brand new, untrained slavegirl. One who will only know the discipline which you choose to impose upon her as you bend her to your will. Shall we begin the bidding with fifteen thousand? Thank you madam. Thank you, sir. Seventeen thousand. Twenty thousand. Twenty five thousand. Thank you ma'am. Thirty thousand. Only thirty? Come, my friends, think of it. Think of the pleasure to be had. She will make a superb slave. Look at those breasts! That bottom, just begging for the touch of a whip! You could be the first to lay your whip there. The first to stripe it with your crop. And responsive too. You down there, show the ladies and gentlemen how she reacts."
Gemma shrieked with anguish as she heard the order, but was held cruelly exposed in her bonds as hands darted down over her shoulders and fastened on her tensioned breasts, stroking and rubbing and squeezing her defenceless nipples until the crinkled flesh of her twin buds grew stiff and erect, throbbing unmercifully as she wept and sobbed and threw her head from side to side in desperate and utterly futile efforts to free herself and flee from the ruthless stimulation and the shameful exhibition of her enforced need.
Totally at the mercy of her captors and before the prying eyes of the watchers above her, Gemma's tightly bound body shuddered galvanically as she was laid on her back and her yawning, pink-lipped sex exposed to the watching eyes and probing fingers of her trainers. Unable to help herself, Gemma was forced to orgasm and as her belly contracted with incredible power and she screamed in overwhelming anguish into her gag, the unseen auctioneer resumed his sales pitch!
"A most impressive demonstration I am sure you will agree, ladies and gentlemen. And from a slavegirl who is untrained. Think how much more may be
A sound from above made her arch her head to stare upwards, but as she did so, three brilliant spotlights clicked on, dazzling her and starkly illuminating her bound nudity.
Dazzling Gemma, but not before she had seen a sort of minstrel's gallery projecting from the far wall about fifteen feet above the floor where she stood. A gallery where shadowy figures sat staring down.
At her!
Gemma screamed wildly, her eyes vainly trying to penetrate the brilliant glare of the lights, her mind stunned by the realisation that there were people up there! People watching her! People who could see every naked curve of her helpless body! Her bondage!
She wrenched madly at her bound limbs, her screams of terror and outrage and fury echoing from the high ceiling as she fought to cover herself from the eyes she knew were there.
Gemma froze in stunned disbelief as a disembodied voice spoke from above her dark head.
"Thank you all for attending this slave auction, ladies and gentlemen. As you can see, we offer a fine young female on this occasion. She is, of course, not yet fully trained, but I am quite sure that all of you are perfectly capable of supplying the necessary instruction."
A ripple of appreciative laughter from the watching audience broke the spell which held Gemma paralysed in its thrall.
"No! she screamed, "No! No.o.o.o.!"
From behind Gemma's agonised, uptilted head, a hand holding a massive leather gag appeared and Gemma's protests died in a gurgling splutter as it was forced cruelly between her jaws and deep into her mouth, then buckled tightly behind her neck. Silenced, she could only whimper in horror as the calm voice of the auctioneer resumed.
"A fine pair of lungs, too, "he quipped, As you might expect from such a lovely chest. Now then, ladies and gentlemen, to the business of the evening. What am I bid for this slave-to-be? She has never felt the whip, as yet and as you have seen, she has much to learn. This is a rare opportunity, my friends. A brand new, untrained slavegirl. One who will only know the discipline which you choose to impose upon her as you bend her to your will. Shall we begin the bidding with fifteen thousand? Thank you madam. Thank you, sir. Seventeen thousand. Twenty thousand. Twenty five thousand. Thank you ma'am. Thirty thousand. Only thirty? Come, my friends, think of it. Think of the pleasure to be had. She will make a superb slave. Look at those breasts! That bottom, just begging for the touch of a whip! You could be the first to lay your whip there. The first to stripe it with your crop. And responsive too. You down there, show the ladies and gentlemen how she reacts."
Gemma shrieked with anguish as she heard the order, but was held cruelly exposed in her bonds as hands darted down over her shoulders and fastened on her tensioned breasts, stroking and rubbing and squeezing her defenceless nipples until the crinkled flesh of her twin buds grew stiff and erect, throbbing unmercifully as she wept and sobbed and threw her head from side to side in desperate and utterly futile efforts to free herself and flee from the ruthless stimulation and the shameful exhibition of her enforced need.
Totally at the mercy of her captors and before the prying eyes of the watchers above her, Gemma's tightly bound body shuddered galvanically as she was laid on her back and her yawning, pink-lipped sex exposed to the watching eyes and probing fingers of her trainers. Unable to help herself, Gemma was forced to orgasm and as her belly contracted with incredible power and she screamed in overwhelming anguish into her gag, the unseen auctioneer resumed his sales pitch!
"A most impressive demonstration I am sure you will agree, ladies and gentlemen. And from a slavegirl who is untrained. Think how much more may be
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