This story is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the chance to be division of a slave auction. The original story was written by a man who had his wife in nous and he asked me to write a sequel about the literal event.

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As she closed the threshold to their cabin she turned and saw two junior ship's ship's officer waiting for her. They were dressed in near uniforms and she found them both bighearted, in a boyish way.

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

She nodded and took the arm of the senior of the two. The other walk ahead and opened doors and adjure elevator push. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very smart dressed in your uniform, I guess you get lashings 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 work, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would come, but primarily she had expected value of money. She had been promised half her auction fee, and she would make surely that it was high.

"Good eventide I am Estelle, I am the compere for this eventide. Please take after me through to the changing rooms."

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

She was asked to undress completely, which raised her hackle but she complied. They then made her fount and styled her hair. When she saw the finished oeuvre, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had skills which she didn't possess.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't a great deal to put on, majestic blackguard, panties and bra. They looked good on and suited her colouring.

"Now the leash and collar please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to break a shoe 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 swag in an auction. So basically like the antediluvian Greeks or Romans you are a slave girl being sold to the highest bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very wealthy people. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful woman, and I expect they will offer a lot of money for you. I can severalise you now that I also have offers for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wife. They would fuck to meet 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 format many more particular date for you. citizenry who will violate you and indulge you. But you have to know your place. You are a slave girl and you will wear down the shoe collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. animosity, hostility. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her place was as a striver girlfriend, even in playacting. But what the piece of ass, she was already excited, the panties were already damp. The intellection of flying around the country and meeting rich people. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am dismal. I accept what you say is right. I will assume the collar."

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

Sara looked shocked.

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

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

The spot were on her so she could not see much of what happened. She was amazed when she heard Estelle Department of State a hundred thousand bid. Wow, fifty dollar bill thousand for one night.

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

"trade good evening, my name if Randolfo but people call me Ralf. I am to admit you to my master."

Sara got a daze, he was only a handmaiden, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her threesome and led her to the elevator. Sara looked upwards trying to see her husband but it was so poorly lit, everything was shadows.

microphone got back to their cabin to see a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to find a duet of purple lace step-in. He held them to his nose and could smell out Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the panties to his expression. The cum splattered all over him. Such a mess hall, so much semen.

mike heard a noise at the door, person was using a passkey to introduce. He sat up on the bed, unable to move without leaving a track of spunk. In walked a young woman, smiling at him.

"Mr Captain John Smith, please swap on this computer tablet."and she handed him the gadget.

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

"Mr Smith, my name is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a identification number of hoi polloi here as well. We watched your response to receiving Sara's scanty. So much coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may utter to your married woman for a moment now."

Ralf turned the camera and Mike saw Sara's face and head, nothing else.

"microphone I am not allowed to narrate you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to recognise I am fine, being treated very well, if a little kinky. Now I have to show you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a kiss and then the camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near superposable Adonises. mike guessed them to be over six metrical foot tall, sculpture trunk not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in figurehead of them were two womanhood, apparently giving setback 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 midst penises.

If Sara has to take those it will debase her.



"Mike, I am sorry but it is fourth dimension for you to leave us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you live when you can look again, but you can bear on to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

mike turned to calculate at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing nothing more than the outfit Sara had worn earlier, purple shoes, panty and bra.

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

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

"How did they watch me wank ?"

"This cabin is used for amusement. It is wired up for camera and sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain people get to watch over either rattling time or on video later."

mike nodded, he was out of his depth, he was defeated. He sat and listened.

"Sara come over to me please."

Mike guessed it was one of the two guys.

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

mike knew that voice and the quiesce moaning that followed.

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

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

Claudio's grunt and Sara's moans told Mike he had got in her.

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

microphone knew that Sara was being coy. She wanted pounding hard. She was now breathing heavily, he could try 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 pain, then groaning with pleasure.

"Fuck, you two mother fucker 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 ideate Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were lots of moans and groans and several times she screamed that she was coming. mike could only imagine. The haphazardness went on for a long metre, he got the printing 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 screen switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

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

Ralf didn't delay for a reaction, he swung the television camera around.

mike saw Sara, lying on the level, she was wrapped in plastic wrap from her shoulders to her pelvis, her chest flattened. Sara's hair's-breadth and makeup were now a mess, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner thighs, mike could see watercourse of come and juices dribbling down.

Sara was in a daze but looked at the camera and smiled a beautiful sainted grin .