This taradiddle is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be part of a slave auction sale. The master copy story was written by a man who had his married woman in judgement and he asked me to indite a sequel about the actual event.

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As she closed the door to their cabin she turned and saw two next-to-last ship's officers waiting for her. They were dressed in serious uniforms and she found them both liberal, in a schoolboyish way.

"Ma'am we have been sent to escort you."

She nodded and took the arm of the elder of the two. The other walked ahead and opened doors and press elevator buttons. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very smart dressed in your uniform, I guess you get set of women chase after you ?"

"Yes indeed ma'am but I have to say never anyone as beautiful as you."

She almost kissed him then and there but she had work to do. She was treating this evening as study, she hoped she would suffer fun, she hoped she would come, but primarily she had expectations of money. She had been promised one-half her auction bridge fee, and she would make sure that it was high.

"trade good evening I am Estelle, I am the compere for this evening. Please follow me through to the changing rooms."

She wondered about that. She was dressed exquisitely, she had taken slap-up forethought, she had been in the spa all good afternoon, and now she was going to be messed with again.

She was asked to strip down completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her facial expression and styled her hairsbreadth. When she saw the finished piece of work, she accepted that they had added to her aspect, they had acquisition which she didn't posse.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't a great deal to put on, over-embellished hound, step-in and bra. They looked undecomposed on and suited her coloring.

"Now the leash and leash please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to wear a collar. No way."

Estelle looked at her. She often had something like this. She had developed a line of reasoning over many reluctant women.

"Sara, you have been invited to be a trophy in an auction. So basically like the ancient Hellenic or roman type you are a striver girl being sold to the high-pitched bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very loaded people. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful woman, and I expect they will provide a lot of money for you. I can tell you now that I also have offers for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wife. They would make out to get together up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your time. You have an advantage, you are beautiful and petite so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can coif many More dates for you. mass who will spoil you and spoil you. But you have to know your place. You are a slave female child and you will wear the collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. Animosity, ill will. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her station was as a striver girl, even in playacting. But what the piece of ass, she was already excited, the pantie were already damp. The idea of flying around the body politic and meeting fat people. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am disconsolate. I accept what you say is right. I will wear the collar."

Estelle leaned over and kissed Sara's breast, above the bra.

Sara looked shocked.

"Don't want to louse up the make up, do we ?"

Another cleaning lady came and took hold of the leash, walking Sara out to the backrest of a curtain. She could hear people talking but faintly, then the curtain opened and Sara started her new life as a slave girl.

The glare were on her so she could not see much of what happened. She was amazed when she heard Estelle state a hundred thousand bid. Wow, l thou for one night.

Sara could not really follow what was happening but the woman holding the leash turned to her and asked her to start walking. They went down the side of the stage and across the dance floor. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean, too dark to be northerly European but certainly of European origin.

"Good evening, my gens if Randolfo but hoi polloi call me Ralf. I am to take you to my master."

Sara got a cushion, he was only a servant, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her leash and led her to the elevator. Sara looked upwards trying to see her husband but it was so ailing lit, everything was shadows.

microphone got back to their cabin to find a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to discover a pair of regal lace step-in. He held them to his nozzle and could smell Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the step-in to his boldness. The cum splattered all over him. Such a good deal, so a good deal semen.

Mike heard a noise at the door, individual was using a master to enter. He sat up on the bed, unable to move without leaving a trail of kindling. In walked a new woman, smiling at him.

"Mr Smith, please switch on this electronic computer tablet."and she handed him the gadget.

He switched on coming boldness to face with the man who had bought Sara.

"Mr Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, my name is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a figure of people here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's panties. So a lot coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may babble to your wife for a minute now."

Ralf turned the camera and microphone saw Sara's expression and nous, nada else.

"Mike I am not allowed to tell you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to experience I am finely, being treated very well, if a fiddling kinky. Now I have to show you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a kiss and then the tv camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near very Adonises. mike guessed them to be over six feet improbable, sculpt soundbox not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in forepart of them were two women, apparently giving shock jobs. mike found himself getting aroused again, what the hell was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two women moved away.

Mike could now see both Claudio and Carlo were fully rear, not overly long but very thick penises.

If Sara has to take those it will load her.



"Mike, I am sorry but it is time for you to leave us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you know when you can look again, but you can go forward to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

Mike turned to look at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing nothing more than the getup Sara had worn earlier, purpleness place, panties and bra.

"I am freely uncommitted to you if you wish, otherwise we can sit and mind to your wife."

Mike's mouth said no, but his cock said yes. He sat still, the cum drying on him.

"How did they keep an eye on me wank ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for cameras and sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and sure hoi polloi get to watch either tangible time or on video later."

microphone nodded, he was out of his profoundness, he was defeated. He sat and listened.

"Sara come over to me please."

microphone guessed it was one of the two guys.

"Wow, Claudio, your knife is so good."

mike knew that voice and the quiet moaning that followed.

"Oh Carlo, what are you doing lifting me up ?"Carlo could be heard laughing.

"Oh grief, Claudio you are very duncish I don't think you can get that in me."

Claudio's oink and Sara's moans told microphone he had got in her.

"Fuck that is me completely full moon. Oh I can't bear the thought of you pounding into me with that cock."

mike knew that Sara was being coy. She wanted pounding hard. She was now breathing heavily, he could hear her.

"Oh fuck Carlo, I can't take you in my ass. No don't."

Carlo obviously ignored her and Mike heard her whimpering.

Then he heard her groaning with painful sensation, then groaning with pleasure.

"Fuck, you two bastards have completely filled me, I can feel both your putz rubbing inside."

Then Mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

"Oh fuck Carlo you bastard, fuck my ass hard."

Mike could hear enough to envisage Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were heap of moans and groans and various times she screamed that she was coming. mike could only imagine. The noise went on for a long time, he got the impression that Carlo and Claudio switched positions regularly.

He also had certainty that Sara had come more often with them than she had ever before.

The CRT screen switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

"mike your wife has been excellent. My master is extremely pleased with her. Would you care to see her now ?"

Ralf didn't wait for a reception, he swung the camera around.

Mike saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in charge card wrap from her shoulders to her articulatio coxae, her bosom flattened. Sara's hair and makeup were now a mess, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner thighs, mike could see streams of come and juice dribbling down.

Sara was in a fog but looked at the tv camera and smiled a beautiful sainted smile .