Bought and Sold

by Tessa Valmur

  'Please... can't you stop now?'

  The collar around her neck refused to be lifted and Zoe felt the leather pressing against her throat and she was forced to let her head rest back against the bench. She couldn't see what the girls were doing but now she could feel the lather being applied around her sex and still the razor was edging closer and closer.

  'No... be careful...please...'

  She looked up to see one of the girls now holding some broad metal clips. She gave an amused laugh and said something that Zoe didn't understand.

  The metal was cool against the lips of her vulva and the tightness of the metal around her delicate folds of flesh made her bite her lip to stifle a gasp of pain. For several agonising minutes she felt the lips of her sex being pulled while the razor swept around them. The freshly exposed skin was then sponged with cool water, the metal clips removed and a coconut scented cream was rubbed into her. As the cream was liberally smoothed around her sex Zoe felt the first stirrings of arousal building within her and to her shame she lay silently wishing that the two pretty young girls would keep stroking her and that their slender fingers would slide into her sex and pleasure her. Zoe was dreaming this when the voice of Jose Delgardo surprised her.

  'Excellent, what a pleasing sight. It was a shame to conceal such pretty lips. Now that your present master is safely back on his boat, I'm sure he won't mind if I take this opportunity to appreciate the merchandise more fully.'

  'Get your hands off me!' Zoe gasped as she felt the man sweep his thumb across her sex then promptly slide two fingers into her.

  'Uhhh...' Zoe gave a long shuddering gasp of pleasure.

  'Loosen the straps to her arms and pull her down the table,' Delgardo ordered.

  Zoe lay unresisting as the straps fastened to the wristcuffs were lengthened then the two girls pulled her by her legs until she felt her buttocks reach the edge of the table and her feet were able to touch the floor.

  'Right you two, get me nice and hard.'

  By turning her head sideways as best as the roped collar allowed, Zoe could see the two girls removing Delgardo's boots and trousers. One then crouched behind him, the other in front. While the one behind fingered his anus with one hand and stroked his balls with her other hand, the girl kneeling before him eagerly sucked his cock.

  'That's enough, out of my way.'

  Zoe watched the man step, smiling triumphantly, between her dangling legs. His hands settled either side of her sex and with the thumb of each he drew open her sex then Zoe felt his cock being slid into her body.

  'Now what should you say, girl when your master's good enough to fill your little pussy with his cock? Tell him how grateful you are!'

  Zoe shook her head, telling herself that even if it did feel good, she sure as hell wasn't to thank this man for what he was doing to her. He had no care for how she felt and was only interested in pleasuring himself. If he thought she'd respond like some sex slave, he could think again!

  'Tell me! Come on girl, say it!'

  Zoe grunted as the man began pumping his cock urgently into her, his hands now grasping her thighs as he rammed his engorged shaft into her with increased determination.

  'Well, I think if the bitch isn't ready to say thank you, perhaps we may just as well get on with stretching her clitoris so she looks all the more appealing to tomorrows buyers.'

  The man pulled his shaft from her sex and stepped back, regarding her with a look of contempt.

  'Strap her legs and weight her clit.'

  'Please, don't... I'm sorry...' Zoe begged as the young girls quickly wrapped leather belts around her calves and drew the belts around the bench legs before buckling them tightly.

  'So would you rather have something else done to you?'

  Zoe looked up at the man who stood over her. She nodded as best she was able to with the collar around her throat.

  'Tell me what you'd like then, bitch.'

  Zoe swallowed, clearing her throat, then answered. Her voice sounded strangely unlike herself. Already she was imagining him sliding his thick and hot cock back into her and however much she tried to keep her voice level and without emotion, the begging tone was genuine and shamed her.

  'Please fuck me. I want your shaft in me. I want you to fuck me!'

  'There, that was too difficult, was it?'

  'No...' Zoe sighed.

  'Good girl; you learn quickly.'

  'Ooh... yes...'

  Zoe gave a contented sigh as she felt the cock nuzzle between the moist folds of her vulva then slide deeply inside her. She squeezed it with her muscles and felt its fullness inside her, then he pulled out, making her gasp before he drove it back into her and she gave a shuddering cry as she came.

  Ignoring her pleas to let her get her breath back and to rest for just a second the man went on pleasuring himself and Zoe was brought to another intense orgasm before she felt him tense then his cock erupt inside her. Withdrawing from her the man ordered one of the girls to lick him clean then he addressed Zoe again as she lay, trying to get her own ragged breathing back under control.

  'A most satisfactory fuck. I'll have her again first thing in the morning. In the meantime, strap her face down with her clitoris weighted. Before you bring her to me give her an enema then wash her down. Remember if she gives you any trouble use belts and cuffs to restrain her. No ropes! I want her skin looking unmarked for the auction. If she voices any objection gag her by all means. No one else is to touch her. If they do then they know what to expect!'

  Delgardo finished with the gesture of bringing the edge of his hand abruptly across in front of his throat and the two girls looked suitable cowed.

  'Enjoy your night's sleep slave,' Delgardo smiled victoriously as he looked down at Zoe. 'You can look forward to seeing me again in the morning!'

  Chapter Nine

  The next morning the two girls came to her cell accompanied by a man. Zoe was hardly awake before the man lifted her head by her perspiration soaked and tangled hair. Zoe looked sorrowfully at him and he gazed back at her, his expression a mixture of contempt and amusement at her condition.

  She had been strapped face down across a bench for the whole night. The bench was made of slats of wood and she had been positioned so that her sex was exposed between two slats. A girl had then crawled under the bench and clipped a weight to her clitoris. They had then left her to struggle and to sleep fitfully as best she could.

  The man nodded with satisfaction at her condition.

  'Gag her.'

  The girls obeyed the order. Zoe was too tired to resist. One girl held her head still while the other fed material into her mouth. Soon Zoe felt she was full but still the girl kept forcing more into her until she imagined she was going to choke and she shook her head in protest. A second strip of cloth was then drawn across her mouth between her teeth and pulled hard from behind her head. Zoe groaned, tears streaming down her cheeks, as the gag was knotted at her nape.

  'Time for your enema, darling. You just lie there and relax.'

  'Nnnnhh...'

  The gag muffled her objection, which provoked a titter of amusement from the two young girls as they set to work on her bound and helpless body. Coconut oil was poured liberally by one girl between her buttocks, while the other worked it into her rectum. When the girls taunted her, showing her the thickness of the rubber hose they had, Zoe struggled but achieved nothing more than to exhaust herself and make her wrists and ankles ache.

  'Get on with it,' the man growled. 'Stick it in her; lets see her squirm.'

  The man moved to the head the of the bench and stood, his arms folded before him watching her, a leering grin on his sweaty, stubbled face as Zoe felt the rubber tube being inserted into her rectum. Her writhing, head shaking and swearing into the gag amused the man and to spare herself having to watch his enjoyment at her suffering, Zoe screwed her eyes shut.

  After suffering the enema Zoe was too dazed and exhausted from her struggling to put up any more of a fight as
she was unstrapped from the bench and turned onto her back. Humiliatingly she couldn't prevent her body from expelling the warm soapy water, but then the weight and clasp were removed from her clitoris and gazing down Zoe saw that her little erection of flesh had been stretched to nearly twice its natural length.

  'An excellent result. Okay, get her secure, we've got more to do.'

  This time as well as tightening straps to her wrist and anklecuffs a broad belt was strapped across her chest below her breasts and another just above. The tightness of the belts made it hard to breathe other than shallowly and Zoe felt a rising tide of panic as she remembered Delgardo having said something to Auda about making her nipples stay erect. She looked imploringly at the man as he stood over her, now holding a pair of tweezers.

  'Just relax you dumb bitch, we're not going to do anything to hurt you. The boss just wants you looking your best, so those tits of yours are going to get some special treatment.'

  Zoe felt one of the man's hands caress her breast, feeling its weight before slipping a belt around it which was then progressively tightened until her breast was held tightly and drawn up into a firm cone of flesh. A second belt was used to similar effect on her other breast.

  'Okay, girls, get her nipples hard.'

  From each side of the bench the two young girls bent over her strapped down body and their moist lips closed over her breasts, their tongues licking and coaxing her nipples until they were fully erect. Tweezers were then used to catch hold of one nipple and keep it taut while an all-but invisible thread was looped repeatedly around her nipple and drawn tight. The loose ends were then cut and the belt around the breast removed.

  'Looks good. Let's do her other one.'

  A short time later and Zoe, still gagged, her hands bound behind her back, was led to Delgardo's room. The man was stood under a shower as they entered.

  'You're late! One of you go and make sure my breakfast is ready. Maria, you can stay. Has she been washed yet this morning?'

  'No signor, but we have done everything else.'

  'Well, that's something at least. Let's have a look at her.'

  Delgardo stepped out from under the shower without bothering to switch the water off and crossed the room to where the girl and Zoe stood. Without any hesitation or preamble he caught hold of Zoe's right breast and lifted it so he could examine her. Instinctively Zoe flinched and immediately regretted it.

  'Stand still slave!' the girl ordered, grabbing Zoe's hair with one hand and with her other slapping Zoe hard across her buttocks.

  'You do as signor Delgardo tell you!' she scolded.

  'Her nipples look good now. Good and hard. Just how the buyers like them. An eager looking body is always pleasing to the eye. And if you're not eager to get yourself fucked and whipped all the time, then we can make you look eager, can't we?'

  Delgardo dug the fingers of one hand into Zoe's rump to stop her from shying from his exploration of her body as his other hand dug deep up into her sex.

  'A very pretty little pussy. Just crying out again for another good shafting. Well my dear girl, you may as well get used to it. Untie her hands.'

  A moment later and Zoe was nursing her sore wrists from where the rope had burnt her. Delgardo looked down at her wrists and anger flared in his eyes.

  'Which idiot used rope on her! I said cuffs! I don't want her marked, damn it!'

  'Signor Delgardo, sir, it was Alfonso, he used rope signor,' the servant girl stammered nervously.

  'Did he? Right, I'll deal with him later.'

  The man turned his attention back to Zoe. His cock was semi-flaccid and he stood dripping water close in front of her, smiling maliciously. Zoe knew what he was going to do and her heart was hammering.

  'Go on, English girl, bend over and grasp your ankles. Maria, keep a good hold of her hair so she doesn't fall over,' the man ordered.

  Reluctantly Zoe did as she was ordered.

  'Come on, legs wider apart.'

  A hand struck her stingingly on one buttock and then on the other. Zoe spread her legs wider, grasping her ankles as instructed. The man's hands settled over her arse and she felt his cock quickly find the opening of her sex and push inside her. Zoe grunted with pleasure as she felt the cock filling her.

  'Feels good doesn't it?' the man laughed.

  Of course, gagged she couldn't answer, which was perhaps as well, Zoe reflected. The truth was that it always felt good, even in circumstances like this.

  'What a pleasant way to start the day. Tight little bitch aren't you... nice and tight and so wet!'

  Zoe sighed through the gag as the man used her compliant body with increased urgency and energy. As soon as he came he withdrew his cock and stepped back. His body was shiny with perspiration and he stood recovering his breath as he watched her.

  'I think I'd better have another shower. You can shower with me and wash me. Maria, wait by the door just in case she's dumb enough to try to make a run for it. Though somehow I don't think you're that stupid or that reluctant are you?'

  After being made to share the shower with Delgardo and washing him and herself with soap, the man gave her shampoo and told her to wash her hair. She was then ordered to lie down on the bed and Maria proceeded to massage coconut oil over her, not missing an inch of her body. By the time she had been oiled from her toes up to her neck, she felt incredibly drowsy. She caught snatches of conversation in Spanish, which she could understand since it was her mother's native language. Delgardo was ordering the girl to watch her but to let her sleep. She was to be kept under watch in this room now until the slaves underwent final preparations for the auction. Zoe lifted her head as the door opened then closed. The man was gone and the girl had now settled herself down on the floor before the door to keep a guard over her. Well, there's nothing I can do. Even if I got past her, I haven't got a hope in hell of escaping from this place, thought Zoe. She turned onto her chest and drew one arm up around her head and closed her eyes.

  * * *

  A dozen men and a handful of women had gathered in the gallery that overlooked the auction hall where the slaves were to be displayed and sold. Delgardo stood talking with a smartly suited elderly man and a middle-aged woman, immaculate in a Chanel skirt and blazer, though her expensive cotton blouse already clung to her body from perspiration. Even with the skylight windows opened wide it was stifling hot. The large fans, slowly revolving, seemed to only stir up the hot air. Delgardo had served chilled champagne to each of his visitors but the fine vintage Bollinger, stolen from a luxury yacht sailing down the coast that his men had boarded, was warm before more than a few sips had been enjoyed.

  In the arena below a young white girl was struggling between two of his men. The girl was naked except for a collar about her neck and rope around her wrists. Her dark hair was tied in two pigtails and a rope was bound to each, the other end of which the men held. The girl's hands were bound together behind her back with rope. The prospective buyers in the gallery looked down with a degree of curiosity or amusement each time the girl cried out.

  She looked to be about twenty at the most. She was long legged and slim. The two men worked against her as a team. Each held a trailing whip in one hand and in the other one of the ropes, bound into the pigtails of her shiny dark hair. One man would pull the rope he held; the girl's head would be dragged towards him and she would grunt in discomfort and lurch towards him. The other man would then flick his whip so it snaked down across her back. Then as the girl cried out, the man who'd just whipped her would tighten his cord drawing her stumbling backwards. The other man would then strike her across her legs or chest with his whip.

  As Delgardo's clients milled around, waiting for the late arrivals and their glasses of champagne were kept topped up by a serving maid, the girl in the arena was dragged backwards and forwards. Each time there was the crack of a whip she howled and another trailing red line marked her tender skin. By the time all the potential buyers had arrived and taken their seats, the girl's bod
y was covered with whip marks, mostly across her buttocks and the backs of her thighs but there were plenty too across her firm young breasts, her taut stomach and her tethered arms.

  At a signal from Delgardo, the men released her and the girl's true nature revealed itself. Without having to be ordered she knelt in front of each man in turn and serviced them eagerly with her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked at their engorged cocks, one hand stroking the shaft, the other one working frantically between her legs. As each man reached his climax and his come splashed hot and thick against the back of her throat, she gave contented groans. At a further signal the men dragged the girl from the arena and a silence descended over the gathered company.

  'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Rouassa slave market. I am very appreciative of the efforts that you have made to get here. I am confident that once you see the quality of our slaves, you will feel that your journeys have been worthwhile.' Delgardo took a sip of champagne to clear his throat.

  The floor of the hall was sand and it felt like he was having to breathe it in. He hated it here, but he was forced to admit that it was by far the safest place to run his business from. The corrupt government of Karunga practically supported and encouraged his enterprise, which in most civilised countries would have been condemned. He scanned the faces of his audience. Quite a few were regulars: Americans, French, German, Japanese: all wealthy and all searching for new acquisitions. Some liked to keep just a single slave at a time but most had harems.

  'There are seven girls on offer today,' Delgardo continued, 'if you haven't already got details of them, there are buyer's catalogues on the marble table by the door. I think then, without any more pre-amble, let us see lot number one.'

  Led by a collar and pole leash a tall young girl was brought into the centre of the hall. She looked angrily around her, her head held high, her bright blue eyes blazing with fury. The man leading her kept a wary eye on her as he paraded her around the circular room. The leather collar around her neck was very broad and forced her chin up. A ball gag silenced the girl and her arms were strapped tightly behind her back with her hands covered by a single leather glove that was laced tightly around her wrists.