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CHAPTER ONE

Entering the auction hall, I was met by a stern looking woman with a whip swinging menacingly from her belt. Taking me brutally by my arm, she led me to one of the hundred or more glass cubicles adorning the sides of the wall. Abruptly, she ordered me to undress. Reluctantly, I took off my skirt and blouse, but I steadfastly refused to remove my undergarments.

With an impatient grunt, she ripped my panties right off me revealing to all my pussy! Shocked and seething with anger, I turned and gave the guard a withering look.

But my indignation had absolutely no affect on her. With a cruel ugly laugh, she proceeded to tear my bra off as well, and my large but firm breasts became exposed as well.

With expert efficiency, she manacled my hands and legs to two poles stationed in the center of the cubicle. I felt incredibly vulnerable, as I found myself spread eagle facing the room at large.

I watched her place a large card containing my personal data on the wall of the cubical. Glancing at the card she said, "Well well Mikah, you'll fetch a nice profit. Only eighteen years old – a senators daughter - and a virgin too. No wonder you were placed in this special auction for council members only." With another disgustingly ugly laugh, the cruel women left me alone.

I tried to act indifferently, but my eyes kept drifting down to look at my forced nudity. I could feel the shame and anger deep in my soul, as I realized just how humiliating this pose actually was.

True - I had always been exceedingly modest in my appearance, to the point where even my dressing servants had never seen me naked. Yet this position was so revolting and un-ladylike, that even the lowest street whores would likely have been embarrassed.

I kept a sharp lookout to see if anyone so much as dared glance at me. But over the next hour my vigilance slowly ebbed as I saw that I was being totally ignored. Incredibly, I even started to adjust to my nude body being in open view for all to see.

Inevitably - my natural curiosity got the better of me and I started checking out my surrounding. Everywhere I looked there was great activity! Boys and girls as young as ten, to men and women as old as my parents, were being summarily processed. Suddenly an ear piercing scream shot through the room, as a young girl a couple of years my junior was savagely whipped on her back!

Looking through the clear glass separating our cubicles, I saw the female overseer’s tearing the clothes right off her body! They roughly grabbed hold of her hands and legs, and chained the poor girl in the same spread eagle position as myself. This scene was repeated frequently, until eventually all the cubicles were filled.

A few minutes later, a beautiful woman in her early thirties entered the room. She was dressed in a loose linen pants suit, but I'm sure that all eyes were glued to the long snaking whip dangling from her hand. Facing the slaves at large, she raised her arm for silence. A slave directly opposite me, a young and arrogant looking man in his twenties, whistled at her in an obviously lewd manner. A nervous hush encompassed the room as we waited to see what this woman would do.

Very calmly she walked right up to the man, raised her whip high, and with all her strength whipped him! A long welt instantly appeared, running straight from his chest down to his thigh. We all waited for his scream, but the pain must have been so severe that it took his breath away. Coolly, she walked back to the middle of the room and once again faced us.

"Welcome to the 'Imperial Auction House', the finest such establishment in all of Genesis. My name is Mistress Susan," she told us sweetly. "As the proprietor, I wish to extend a special thank-you for attending today as our guests of honor. Each and every one of you should be quite proud, as few are fortunate enough to be selected for this event."

All I could think was, 'Boy, what a bitch!' Mistress Susan was a classic personification of the `better than thou' attitude, so prevalent to the women of Genesis.

Mistress Susan continued her condescending speech.

"I ask of each and every one of you, please be on your best behavior, for the ladies who are going to attend today's event, are quite deserving of your greatest respect. Indeed, only the most honorable and powerful women of Genesis have received an invitation for today's auction. So please slaves, pay close attention to the rules which I will outline to you, as I am quite sure that we all want today's proceedings to be a huge success."

"Rule one;" Mistress Susan informed us in a matter-of-fact tone. "Never forget; the women who are about to buy you are the most Important women in the world. You are truly privileged that that are even considering purchasing you as slaves".

Mistress Susan held up 2 fingers:

"Rule two; Do not look at the Mistresses faces, period!"

Raising a third finger she announced

"Rule three; You must answer any and all questions they may ask you, honestly and respectfully, regardless of how personal they may be. Any violation of any rule, or any complaint by a guest, will result in severe punishment. Over the course of the next couple of hours, many Mistresses will be inspecting you - in any way they desire! After the inspection, you will be led one at a time to the next room, and then auctioned off."

With a deceptively sweet smile Mistress Susan concluded, "Thank-you once again in advance, for what I'm sure will be your utmost co-operation." With a wave of her hand, Mistress Susan signaled for the mahogany doors to be opened, and the inspection to begin.

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Oh dear excuse Mistress a moment, help Her up, it seems Mistress has guests, please wait here as Mistress goes to see who is at the door. What a surprise, My pet, two of Mistress lady friends, Anne and Sally, have arrived – go and get some more wine and glasses, please My pet. Mistress’s friends look on in astonishment as Her sexy slave gets up from his kneeling position and obediently goes inside to do as told. Oh My pet, the questions, the curiosity. Mistress laughingly and with great...

Lunch for my slave

Lunch for my slaveI had ordered my slave to meet me for lunch at a fast food restaurant. Now I personally don’t eat that muck, but it’s certainly most suitable for my slave. It was quite a cold day so I was well wrapped up in my long fur coat, leather gloves and high, stiletto shoes. I had instructed my slave to wear only shorts and a tee shirt, and to sit at a table outside to await my arrival. Naturally, I kept the slave waiting for some time; waiting for its owner increases the slave’s...

The Undercover Slave

WESTHILL, ABERDEENSHIRE OUTSKIRTS OF ABERDEEN, SCOTLAND 1 MAY 2010The city of Aberdeen was one of the largest cities in Scotland, and the large community on the coast of the North Sea had a long and rich tradition of performing arts, something that translated to make the 2010 Aberdeen Renaissance Faire one of the greatest cultural expos in Scotland for the year. Thousands of volunteers from across the United Kingdom had helped effectively build from the bottom-up a recreation of a...

Anabella slave

I am Anabella and this is my first day as the owned slave of my Master Sir Michael.I flew over yesterday from Paris to enter into slavery.It was a difficult and scary decision, to leave my country, but now I am here,with my Master.He picked me up at the airport, and I knew immediately that I took the right decision, that I am at the right place, when I saw Him waiting for me and smiling at me.He gave me a kiss on my forehead and said: welcome my slave!Of course I felt a bit fear, but He gently...

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