The Sale
I woke, sweaty and disorientated, stiff and thirsty. The door rattled as the slavers came in, selecting slaves and taking them outside. There were a dozen of us, including Candy.
We were taken to a well. A hose squirted the worst of the filth off us. We were taken to the market, each of us chained to an iron pillar. Even at this early hour there were many other slaves on display. Prospective buyers strolled around, feeling a breast, stretching open pussy lips to examine the interior. Fingers probed my anus, pried open my lips. I saw a fat, grey haired old man running his hands over Candy’s body, fingers probing deeply. Amy was also being pawed, penetrated, palpated. Time passed. The sun rose higher, heat beating down on us. Sweat poured from my body. I was desperately thirsty.
A heavily muscled man, huge paunch sagging obscenely, stripped off his shirt. He opened a bag extracting heavy, multi-lashed whips. He had huge arms and shoulders. I realised that soon those powerful arms would be swinging a whip that would cut into my flesh. The brazier was already a bed of red-hot coals. The man with the apron was consulting a list, possibly of prospective buyers, and inserting branding irons into the coals.
The first slave, a beautifully built young man, the scar of his castration still red raw, was led to the whipping posts. He screamed shrilly at the second stroke, pleading piteously as the whip flayed his back and chest.
He was put on the block, and soon buyers were bidding. The hammer fell, and he was taken to be branded.
Candy was next! Her golden body was stretched tight between the posts, toes barely touching the ground. The whip swung! I was fascinated by the way the man’s paunch swung, then wobbled with the follow through. Candy grunted! Her back suddenly had white lines across it, lines that soon turned a fiery red. The second blow followed. At the third blow tears were streaming down her face, but apart from the grunts as the whip knocked the air from her lungs, she had not yet made a sound. The fifth blow fell on her chest. She gave a little whimper, shook her head, then waited for the next blow. The sixth blow was across the front of her thighs. Again a little whimper, a shake of the head. I waited for the ogre to swing his whip again. Instead, almost tenderly, he untied her from the posts. Smiling a tight little smile she was led to the auction block.
The bidding was lively. Clearly many people wanted to own the girl. I just hoped that Theseus’ plan to rig the auction in his favour worked! I lost track of the bidding as I was hustled to the whipping posts. My gut knotted! This was it! I was stretched tight between the posts, legs spread wide, on the extreme tips of my toes. My body was like a bowstring! I was sure I looked good like this. My belly hollowed, buttocks tight, breasts thrust forward.
I was aware that the clamour of the bidding had stopped. I was now concentrating on my own plight. The gross ogre, with the fearsome whip casually over his shoulder, was running his hands down my body. Foetid breath assaulted my nostrils. He stank of old sweat. His fingers penetrated my pussy. To my surprise I realised I was wet, soaking, in fact. The ogre gave me a gap-toothed grin. I heard a shrill scream, drawn out, smelt the now familiar smell of roasting meat. Candy had been branded!
The ogre disappeared from my sight. I realised that I was now the centre of attention. Faces looking at me with evil anticipation. I heard shuffling behind me, a whispering whistle, then a brutal impact that knocked the breath out of my lungs with a grunt!
That wasn’t so bad! I said to myself. Then the abused nerve endings reacted! It felt as if a giant cat had raked red hot claws across my back! My whole back was a sea of fire! Lustful faces stared at me from the crowd. There were women there too, eyes glittering from behind their veils. I wanted to scream! To beg! I couldn’t take this! My mouth opened to let out the scream of agony!
Then I thought of Candy, her silence, the little shake of the head. I couldn’t let her be braver than I was. The scream turned into a strangled croak. There was the whistling again! Another fiery sheet of pain engulfed me, lower this time! Again, across my tight buttocks, and again! My back was on fire from my shoulders to my knees!
I had managed to stay silent, apart from the involuntary grunts, and little mewling sounds I could not control. Tears streamed down my face. I was trampling, writhing, anything to try and reduce the pain. I could see from the faces before me that they were enjoying the spectacle!
The ogre came into my field of view, thick fingers combing the strands of the whip, lovingly. I saw the fingers were coated with blood. Mine! Perhaps it was over! Please let it be over!
I was fascinated by the wobble of his belly as he braced his thick, muscular legs. It wasn’t over! No! It wasn’t over! His arm drew back, powerful shoulders flexed as he swung the whip.
My breasts! My vulnerable, outthrust breasts! The world dissolved in a red mist of pain. Again and again and again! Breasts, belly, pussy, thighs! My world was a world of pain! I managed not to scream, my moans louder. I was hanging by my wrists now, the strength vanished from my legs. Through a red mist I saw the ogre give a satisfied nod, a smile. I was being untied! It was over!
My legs would hardly support me as I was led to the auction block. I looked at the sea of faces. In just a few minutes, I would be the helpless chattel of one of these faces. The bidding started. Whenever it flagged, the auctioneer’s assistant would show off some part of me to spur the interest of the bidders. My pussy lips were spread wide open, I was bent over and my buttcheeks spread, thick fingers entering my anus, the voice no doubt extolling the pleasures that would be derived from sodomising me. I noticed that two of the bidders were women. What would it be like to be the slave of a woman? Good? Bad?
The hammer fell. I had no idea who had bought me! I was led toward the man with the apron, the brazier, the red-hot branding irons. I could feel the heat. More pain! Could I take more pain?
Four men grabbed me, held me face down on the table. I struggled, to no avail. I felt the heat of the iron approaching my left buttock. Pain! Searing, blinding pain! The smell of roasting flesh! My flesh! I screamed! Screamed long and loud, my throat raw!
NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was a branded slave.
