Sex Slave at the Auction (6 page)

I stumble onto the stage. The
air-conditioning is immediately chilly and the spotlight is harsh
on my face and body. Here I am – a naked piece of meat for
everyone’s evaluation.

The ringmaster announces, “Here we have Ms.
Gina Wesley. Nineteen years old and every inch as beautiful as she
is innocent. For she is an innocent, folks. Her body may be ravaged
by every sin known to man . . . and woman . . . ”

Mild laughter. I can hardly see the
audience, but they are a lot more voluminous than before. Three
times more voluminous. All the spouses, relatives and grand-cousins
of the billionaires are out there. The light is warm upon my
breasts, which are pert and pointy and cherry red, thanks to the
ice.

My heartbeat is so thunderous in my ears
that I actually have difficulty hearing what the ringmaster says
next.

“ . . . but she is still an innocent in
spirit. This is an exact quote from her current master: ‘She
believes the best in people and has no idea how ruthless they are
and how much they wish to harm her’.”

Dread runs down my spine.

Is that true about me? That I’m really an
innocent in mind and spirit?

“That surely has to be irresistible, folks.”
The ringmaster turns and strides towards me. He wears a laurel on
his scalp in keeping with the Roman theme. His red cloak swirls
behind him.

He grabs my right breast and squeezes it. I
gasp.

“Beautiful tits, as you can see.”

He pinches my buttock and whispers, “Part
your legs.”

I obey. I’m scanning the crowd. I can make
out Russell and his wife up front, looking amused. I’m pretty sure
they are going to offer me up to the dogs.

The ringmaster splays my pussy lips between
my parted legs and offers up my reddened and glistening clit for
all to see.

“Her pussy’s still tight. She’s only
nineteen, after all, which goes for something.”

Laughter.

He flickers a careless finger down my clit
and I shudder at the ecstasy.

“Turn around,” he whispers.

I show the audience my buttocks and my
shackled wrists. The ringmaster grabs my left buttock and plumps
it.

“Luscious white flesh, ripe for spanking.
She is a lovely submissive who will do anything you command, ladies
and gentlemen. Take it from her owner.”

Murmurs ripple through the audience.

“Do I hear a hundred thousand for her as a
starting bid?”

A hundred thousand. I’m relieved. It’s not a
bad starting bid at all.

He turns me around again. With the spotlight
in my eyes, I am dazzled. I’m aware of how I must appear. Not
poised like Alice, but a frightened doe caught in someone’s
headlights.

“Five hundred thousand,” says a deep voice
that booms throughout the hall.

Unrest and turned heads. Everyone is looking
towards . . . oh my God, it’s the dictator.

6

I can faintly make out the dictator’s black
moustache and his strong beardless chin. He wears his military
epaulets on a dark green uniform with more badges than I can care
to count. He looks every inch the ruthless fascist military leader
that he is.

My knees go weak.

Oh my God. I’ve heard that he is
tremendously
cruel
. I’m talking about pogroms and the
annihilation of entire communities who opposed him. I’m talking
about wars with neighboring countries and blind brutal
ambition.

I’m quaking everywhere and it’s everything I
can do to hold back my pee.

“Six hundred thousand,” says the man from
the cover of TIME.

Oh lordy, I think I just found my patron
from last night. I’m convinced it’s him. Yes, I am. He’s going to
be my knight in shining armor! Every ounce of me starts to root for
him. I fix pleading eyes on him
. If you are looking at me,
please save me.

“Seven hundred thousand,” says the
dictator.

No!

I cannot go this man who has slain thousands
of people. I simply cannot! If I do, I think I will . . . go throw
myself into the lake.

I want out of my contract! This instance! I
don’t care how much money I’m forfeiting!

“Eight hundred thousand,” Russell Devlin
says mildly.

I’m shocked. Russell is bidding for
me
?

His wife leans over to whisper something to
him. What is she saying?
Don’t waste your money on her?

“One million dollars,” says the
dictator.

The audience audibly gasps.

I don’t believe it. I’ve matched Alice’s
bid! Why does the dictator want me so badly? Dread churns acidic in
my guts. There’s no way Russell is going to match that now. I can
see the psychology of it. Alice would never forgive him if he paid
more for me than her.

“One million two hundred dollars,” says the
TIME man.

Yes, yes, yes!

“Two million dollars.” The dictator does not
even bat an eyelid.

There’s something terribly wrong with this
situation. This is a man – a ruthless, cruel man who has killed
thousands of people – who hardly knows me from Eve, and he’s
bidding for me like there’s no tomorrow. What can he possibly
want
with me?

“Two million dollars, going once . . . ”

My knees buckle and I fall to the
ground.

A commotion runs through the crowd and
several grooms rush onstage to help me up.

“Going twice . . . ”

No, no, no, this cannot be. I try to force
air through my vocal chords to say “I want out! I want out of my
contract!” I’ve forgotten all my safe words. I can’t even remember
if I can opt out of a contract in the middle of a slave auction, or
if Heathcliff or someone else told me I couldn’t.

Anyhow, my voice box is paralyzed. My body
is limp as arms pull me up to stand on my own. I think I must be as
pale as a ghost.

“Sold to the gentleman with the moustache
for two million dollars!”

The white noise shrieking in my brain
eclipses everything else. There’s an explosion of myriad colors and
I blank mercifully out.

7

When I wake up, I’m in a dungeon cell.
Anxious faces peer down at me. I almost reel back with shock when I
gaze into the furrowed expressions of Max and Greg.

“Gina,” Max says, “are you all right?”

I look around wildly. Just the three of us
are in the cell.

“Where is he?” I demand, clutching at
Max.

Greg says, “He bought all three of us.”

Wh-what? No, this can’t be. I still want
out.

Why the hell did he buy all three of
us?
What does he want with Max and Greg? I can’t recall if he
swings both ways, but you don’t buy male sex slaves for hard labor.
At least, not ones who look like Max and Greg.

B-but if he bought all three of us, I won’t
be able to leave. I mean . . . I can’t leave Max and Greg alone
with him.

I’m so confused. I’m babbling. I’m not
making sense. My mind is a throbbing kaleidoscope and I think I’m
going to black out again.

“Gina.” Max grabs my shoulders to still
their quaking. “Please, baby, breathe. You’re gonna be OK. We are
both going with you, me and Greg. You’re gonna be OK.”

He folds me in his arms and buries his nose
into my hair.

“Hush now, baby.”

I allow him to rock me. I’m having a
full-blown panic attack, and he’s calming me down with this
embryonic rocking. My racing heartbeat begins to slow into a firm
thudding drumbeat in my brain and my breathing slows down and evens
out.

Calm down, Gina, calm down.

The green splotches in my vision vanish.

“Gina.” Greg’s soft voice assails my ears.
Max has his arms around me, but my outstretched left hand is free,
and Greg takes it in his palm. He squeezes my hand. “Gina, you’re
not alone. We’re not going to let anything bad happen to you,
OK?”

The thought flits through my scudded mind.
My two boys won’t let anything bad happen to me.

I’ll be OK. OK.

Yes, I’ll keep on repeating that.

I know I won’t leave my boys. Since when
they became my boys I can’t really tell, but it’s a good litany.
My boys are with me.

“We’re going to see this through together,
OK?” Max murmurs in my hair. “All three of us.”

Greg’s arms goes around my back and Max’s
shoulders. I clasp at him with my free hand. Max lets go of me to
embrace him as well, and we crush one another in a fierce group
embrace.

The clanking of a key in the lock comes all
too soon.

Heathcliff clears his throat. “If you are
all ready, sirs and Ms., I will be taking you to the private
jet.”

My stomach shrivels again.

Private jet. We will all be leaving for
his
country. His poor oppressed nation which generates so
many horror headlines.

Max gets up, as does Greg. Together they
help me up from the floor where we were huddled.

“Lift your head up high, Gina,” Max
whispers.

I hold my chin up as high as I can muster
despite my quailing spirits. Yes, we are together.

And together my boys and I will make it.

WORKS BY APHRODITE HUNT

The ‘Initiation’ series

Open Your Legs for Me

Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

Thighs Wide Apart

Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy

The Final Initiation

The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories

The ‘Initiation 2’ series

Open Your Legs for my Family

Bend Over for my Family

Publicly Display Yourself for Me

Sex Slave at Sea

Paraded before the Billionaires

Sex Slave at the Auction

‘
The Royal Captive’ series

Prince Miro’s Capture

Prince Miro’s Submission

Prince Miro’s Enslavement

Prince Miro’s Punishment

Prince Miro’s Escape

Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation

The Royal Captive: Vol 1 to 3

The Royal Captive: Vol 4 to 6

The ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series

I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

The ‘Delicate Piercings’ series

Her First Clit Ring

Her First Clit Ring 2: Menage

The ‘Undercover’ series

Undercover: Exposing the Bad Doctor

Undercover: Stealing from the Sexy CEO

The ‘Alien’ series

Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens

Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens 2

Hot, Wet and Steamy
(individual
stories)

When He’s Inside You

My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper

The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter
(Erotic Suspense)

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comprehensive due to more stories being churned out after this
point in publishing, please visit
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for more stories and updates.

PRINCE MIRO’S
CAPTURE

In a world ruled by the
sword and brute strength, Prince Miro battles his father’s
archenemy, King Jai, in single combat. He is soundly defeated.
Instead of killing him, King Jai demands the stunningly handsome
prince as tribute.

Prince Miro is stripped,
cruelly bound, and publicly humiliated in ways he would never have
imagined. But what mysterious ‘decorations’ and fate does the King
have in store for the prince’s hard cock, firm balls and tight,
virginal passages?

I WAS A NAUGHTY
NYMPHOMANIAC

18-year-old Mika Jamison
is dark-haired, beautiful, and has tits described as “firm,
luscious melons” sprouting from her chest. Her sweet pussy is
blessed/cursed with an uncommon affliction that makes her always
horny and wet.

When her boyfriend, Jake,
invites two of his friends over for a private session with Mika in
the Chemistry lab, Mika discovers just how titillating and exciting
certain lab instruments can be. That is . . . until they get caught
by the Assistant Principal, a fearsome woman nicknamed the
Dragon.

Will Mika be able to
persuade the Dragon and the very handsome Principal Slade to let
her off?

OFFICER, PLEASE SPREAD AND
CUFF ME

When her gorgeous
boyfriend invites Mika Jamison to a sex session in the woods,
little does she know what awaits her.

Two police officers find
her in a very compromising position in the car, involving the hood,
the trunk and a gearbox. They haul her, naked, to the police
station, where they subject her to a body search she will never
forget.

Handcuffed and vulnerable,
Mika is given a choice. Say “yes” to whatever mysterious things
they will do to her, and they’ll drop all charges.

Will the scared but horny
Mika take the bait?

HER FIRST CLIT
RING

Jenny is terribly afraid.
Her control freak of a boyfriend, John, wants her to get a clitoris
ring. She wants to please him, and yet she is afraid of the actual
piercing and its ramifications. How will she go through this,
especially as he wants to film the procedure?

TRAPPED WITH SEX-STARVED
ALIENS

Alicia Conifer is having a
hard time with her starcraft pilot, John Hanson. His overwhelming
good looks and caustic tongue are distracting. But she has to
graciously put up with him anyway for two whole weeks on the
planet, Norbu, where she plans to study the flora and
fauna.