Bavaria's Best Kept Secret: The Auctions!

[AnyaN]

Diana rocked back and forth on the saddle-like device. Her arms were tied by separate ropes above her head. There was plenty of slack in the ropes, but she hated to grab them. Relying on pulling them to ease the pain of the thick, long studded metal dildo as it slowly thrust itself into her as she gently inclined back and forth, with a slight up-and-down motion in addition, only seemed to cause more pain from the thrusting. Her face was covered in sweat. Her nipples were pulled constantly thanks to the elastic strings attached to her clover nipple clamps. The strings were attached to the post ahead ov her. All this was bad enough, but then the riding crop whacked against her right shoulder blade for the she-didn't-know-how-many-eth time. She jerked her body in response and moved her head back with a shriek.

"Five thousand!" a man called from the assembled crowd.

"Five thousand, do I hear fifty-five hundred?" a boistrous man's voice called out.

"Shock her tits!" a woman screamed.

"Oh, God, nowooooooooo!"

Diana's plea fell on deaf ears as the man with the cattle prod approached her. "Please, God!"

It was no use. The man set the prod just under the meat of her right breast and pushed the button.

"Yaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeoooowwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooohhhhhhhhh!"

"Eight thousand!" a man screamed.

"Eight thousand!" the auctioneer cheered. "Do I hear eighty-five hundred?"

The question was answered with multiple calls of various numbers. The man with the prod held the device there for a full minute, then stepped back. Diana was a sobbing mess by this time.

Ten thousand, twelve thousand, speed up the fucking, these were just some of what Diana could make out.

She moaned in pain as the dildo moved faster in her. It was anything but pleasurable due to its thickness and length, let alone the studs. She jerked and shrieked again, this time as the wide leather strap struck the middle of her back. Then, just about twenty seconds later, another lash from it in the exact same place. She yowled again, then sobbed.

"I'll do anything!" Diana wasn't sure to whom she was screaming, but a resounding cry from one of the men in the crowd answered her.

"Twenty thousand!"

The man with the prod brought the instrument of anguish to Diana's left breast, and this time jammed it into the side before turning it on.

Her scream was so loud and long she couldn't even hear the auctioneer or the crowd.

Her wavy chocolate-colored hair was starting to be matted from the sweat of her face and neck.

Someone shouted for another torture, but Diana couldn't pay attention to it as her body rocked faster on the device.

How much longer?

I'm hereby inviting anyone in the forum to buy this lovely young lady! But first, how about a few tortures before the girl is sold?

 

[Mikerytel]

Diana rocked back and forth on the saddle-like device. Her arms were tied by separate ropes above her head. There was plenty of slack in the ropes, but she hated to grab them. Relying on pulling them to ease the pain of the thick, long studded metal dildo as it slowly thrust itself into her as she gently inclined back and forth, with a slight up-and-down motion in addition, only seemed to cause more pain from the thrusting. Her face was covered in sweat. Her nipples were pulled constantly thanks to the elastic strings attached to her clover nipple clamps. The strings were attached to the post ahead ov her. All this was bad enough, but then the riding crop whacked against her right shoulder blade for the she-didn't-know-how-many-eth time. She jerked her body in response and moved her head back with a shriek.

"Five thousand!" a man called from the assembled crowd.

"Five thousand, do I hear fifty-five hundred?" a boistrous man's voice called out.

"Shock her tits!" a woman screamed.

"Oh, God, nowooooooooo!"

Diana's plea fell on deaf ears as the man with the cattle prod approached her. "Please, God!"

It was no use. The man set the prod just under the meat of her right breast and pushed the button.

"Yaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeoooowwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooohhhhhhhhh!"

"Eight thousand!" a man screamed.

"Eight thousand!" the auctioneer cheered. "Do I hear eighty-five hundred?"

The question was answered with multiple calls of various numbers. The man with the prod held the device there for a full minute, then stepped back. Diana was a sobbing mess by this time.

Ten thousand, twelve thousand, speed up the fucking, these were just some of what Diana could make out.

She moaned in pain as the dildo moved faster in her. It was anything but pleasurable due to its thickness and length, let alone the studs. She jerked and shrieked again, this time as the wide leather strap struck the middle of her back. Then, just about twenty seconds later, another lash from it in the exact same place. She yowled again, then sobbed.

"I'll do anything!" Diana wasn't sure to whom she was screaming, but a resounding cry from one of the men in the crowd answered her.

"Twenty thousand!"

The man with the prod brought the instrument of anguish to Diana's left breast, and this time jammed it into the side before turning it on.

Her scream was so loud and long she couldn't even hear the auctioneer or the crowd.

Her wavy chocolate-colored hair was starting to be matted from the sweat of her face and neck.

Someone shouted for another torture, but Diana couldn't pay attention to it as her body rocked faster on the device.

How much longer?

I'm hereby inviting anyone in the forum to buy this lovely young lady! But first, how about a few tortures before the girl is sold?

5000 euros and a free monthly pass to Oktoberfest and I'm game

 

[AnyaN]

I'm a bit confused. Is that your character's bid?

I'll clarify some things here for those who haven't read the Bavaria's Best Kept Secret original thread. This is also something new I came up with for the series so it's okay to be confused.

This delicious nugget is part of a group of non-heterosexual people, and there was no man in the group of any orientation. There was also no clear majority of a single caste in their group, so instead of anyone being put in charge of the group, they were offered, first as a party, then separately, to any heterosexual male who wanted them as submissives. No one wanted them, so they were offered to homosexual males, first as a party, then separately. Since no one wanted them then, now they are being auctioned off to the highest bidder, at which point any person, regardless of gender identity or sexual orientation, regardless of whether they are not in charge of their own party or not, may bid on them. The winner gets to keep the one they win to do with as they please for the duration of the owner's stay at the castle.

While the sub is being auctioned, the auctioneer allows various tortures to be carried out upon request from the crowd. The auctioneer may also randomly torture the sub at will in hopes of increasing the bidding.

A reminder that while the activities at the castle are both sexual and painful, I encourage the participants here to put their subs in the most exquisite agony they can The single condition is of course they can not be killed.

Any questions?

 

[AnyaN]

Since no one's biting for Diana, let's see how another victim fares...

"Sold!"

The auctioneer banged the gavel and the crowd cheered. The proud woman who bid forty thousand euros for Diana, aftershe had her removed from the saddle and placed on the wheel instead, went up to claim her prize.

Fortunately, Diana had not been stretched enough on the wheel for it to have been too painful, but the pain from the saddle's torments were clearly visible as she hobbled over to the desk where the contracts manager sat. The woman paid her price, and went over the contract arrangements with the manager.,

Meanwhile, the auctioneer rubbed his hands together. "Next item, regulars will remember her from her trips with her father! She is an excellent horse rider, and is strong enough to survive three strappado drops with two hundred pounds attached to her feet!"

The crowd murmured in anticipation.

Tiffany had been trying to speak through the ball gag in her mouth as Diana was being sold. This whole thing was absurd! Wait until her father heard about this! She and her friends came to torture others, not to be tortured themselves! And how dare they auction them off like some nobodies, just because there were no heterosexuals, and no men, in their party of six!

An assistant came and removed the ball gag from Tiffany's mouth.

"You wait until I call my father! He'll have your balls in a vice!" she snarled.

The man simply snorted with amusement. "Ordinarily, you'd be charged with refusal to submit, but auction items are temporarily immune from prosecution. Besides, you'll receive plenty of pain up there." He pushed her up the several wooden steps onto the platform. She just heard the auctioneer mention that she was not a virgin, and her breasts were a C-cup.

Of course, since she was naked, everyone could see that.

"She is a lesbian," the auctioneer continued, "and but every man who has had her here has always given her father the highest compliments. So let's start with-" He paused, and looked at the assistant, who grinned and made silent talking motions with his mouth. Then he held up his middle finger.

The auctioneer grinned. "Let's start with twenty strikes on each breast with the pain stick, and we'll open the bidding at ten thousand!"

Tiffany's eyes widened. She had used the pain stick on countless people whenever she visited the castle. It lived up to its name. In all the times her father had tortured her here, and had offered her to countless people to torture as well, none of them had ever used the pain stick on her. She wasn't sure why, but she was always relieved when she thought someone might go for it, and select something else instead.

She didn't have much more time to think before her left breast exploded in pain. The torturer had flicked the carbon fiber stick up against the base of her left breast. She shrieked and jerked her body, twisting and turning in hopes of running away. The assistant grasped the rope tied to her wrists and jerked them back. Tiffany grunted and shook her head. She didn't realize it, but the assistant moved the rope to a nearby hook dangling from the ceiling. In a flash, he tied it securely wit a strong knot. He nodded to the torturer, who flicked the stick an inch above the previous strike. Another shriek, another twist, but this time Tiffany found she couldn't get away.

In a matter of moments, she felt her arms being raised. The assistant had moved to the wall near the auctioneer and was pressing a button.

God, not this again! I hate this! Tiffany's eyes filled with tears and she shook her head.

But her arms stopped moving when they were stretched taut behind her, nothing more. The point, she realized with relief, was to make her immobile, not to put her in strappado. Not to drop her. Not to hang weights on her ankles and drop her again. If she had to go through that again, she honestly would try to kill herself the moment she got the chance.

How long had it been since the last time she'd been subjected to that? About two, three years? Thank God for small favors. Her father liked to see her torture others more than torturing her now, especially when she asked him to join in.

She was foolish enough to think she could get away with coming here with some friends without any man, except for Arianna, whose dead-name was Lucius. She was here, and hadn't been auctioned, but would be soon. But she didn't count as a man in the eyes of these people, which seemed great at first, but turned out to be the worst thing that could happen to her. Arianna was kinky, but not hardcore. And she wouldn't dare let anyone torture her cock and balls. But she'd have no choice if she were sold to someone who wanted to do that to her.

Arianna hadn't stopped crying since they'd all been brought to the auction room. Because everyone's arms were tied behind them, no one could even comfort her.

Tiffany had been whipped on her left breast with the pain stick for ten strikes before her right breast received five rather vicious ones. She cried out at each strike, and thrashed and jerked.

Her left breast received five more strikes, followed by ten to her right. Five more to the left breast, and the remaining five to her right, and she had screamed and thrashed at every single one.

"Let's start the bidding at fifteen thousand!" the auctioneer called.

As the bidding started, the torturer secured a four-foot spreader bar to Tiffany's ankles.

 

[AnyaN]

I just realized according to my own rules set in the original Bavaria Castle thread, this can't be a party of 6, since there would be a guaranteed majority of one of the four castes not usually granted leadership. Therefore I'll just say that this is a party of four, and continue that way. But this party is not the only one being sold, so there is opportunity for others to be bought who may be more to people's liking.

But one thing is for sure: The specific kinds of people being sold as submissives in these auctions will be one of the following castes:

Lesbians
Asexual woman
Transgender women
Transgender men

If you'll recall in the original castle thread, this is a massoganistic club and also reluctantly favorable toward homosexual and asexual men. So that's why the submissives being sold are guaranteed to be one of the above castes of people.

Hopefully I'm not the only one interested in this... If no one buys Tiffany in 3 days, I'll bring up Arianna. If no one buys her after 3 days, I'll give it one more try and offer someone else. If I don't get any buyers then, I'll just ask the mods to delete this thread. No point to an auction if no one buys any of the merchandise, after all

 

[AnyaN]

Since there's no one interested in Tiffany, let's see how Arianna fares... If she's not to anyone's taste, I'll post a few more choices this week, but after that, I'll just have the mods delete the thread.


Tiffany was sold for quite a lot of money; about a hundred thousand, because so many people knew her and wanted to pay well for her performances under various tortures.

Now, it was Arianna's turn. She was kinky, very intrigued by the idea of being forced to submit to someone for as long as that owner was there. That was the deal.

But she was scared also. She only had the top half of her transition surgery done, and since she and her party had been paraded about and offered to every man in the place, she'd suffered unnerving transphobic insults and attacks. She didn't mind light torture, in private, but she had to admit she didn't entirely feel safe here and now. She was scared for Tiffany and Diana. She couldn't even tell where either of them were.

"A rare breed," the auctioneer announced, "a woman with a penis! Or is it a man with breasts?" He looked at Arianna smirking. She winced and said nothing. She looked around at the crowd of people looking at her. They were whispering, muttering, some were snickering and laughing.

"I can cut that off for you if you don't want it!" a man shouted.

Arianna flinched. Not for the first time since they'd arrived, she wished she hadn't come here at all.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the assistant placed a ruler next to her penis. The auctioneer announced the longer than average length, rather excited about it, and opened the bidding at twenty-five thousand.

"Considering the rarity," the auctioneer said. "Come now, do I hear twenty-five thousand?"

The bidding was not exactly earnest, but it was not in small amounts either. Mainly men, but a few women, got the bidding to seventy-five thousand while the assistant stroked Arianna's penis. Arianna whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. She shook her head, but said nothing.

Hopefully I don't get a monster...

She felt her cock get hard and rise. A few more bidders, a bit more laughter and jeers.

The assistant tied ropes around Arianna's wrists and raised them above her head. She groaned as she felt her balls tied, then stretched taut. She grunted in pain. Next, clover clamps on her nipples, with a chain between them. Finally, a heavy weight was hooked onto the chain.

Arianna gasped and tried to be still. She heard a strong whip crack, and the middle of her back exploded in pain. She jerked forward, causing her balls to be pulled, and the weight hanging from her breast to swing.

She shrieked in pain.

 

[AnyaN]

I know I said I'd offer a few more victims, but honestly I don't think anyone's interested. If anyone was, there'd be replies,or at least PMs. So I'll ask the mods to delete this thread and just work with the Trials thread instead.

 

[thehangingtree]

You've had over 600 looks. People here aren't the best at writing their thoughts...

 

[AnyaN]

That's the thing... this is meant to have people join in. I'm honestly at a loss as to what else I can do.

 

[thehangingtree]

That's the thing... this is meant to have people join in. I'm honestly at a loss as to what else I can do.

Over the years Tree has learned to live with it. Make sure you like what you write!!!

 

[AnyaN]

Yeah, I think I was trying to experiment, and obviously it didn't work out, but that's ok! I'll stick with what works for me here.

 

[thehangingtree]

Tree is doing a thread that has over 3000 views and almost no comments. Remember that a lot of people here English is not their native tongue!

 

[AnyaN]

But I'm not looking for comments.