This news report is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be part of a slave auction. The original story was written by a man who had his wife in psyche and he asked me to write a subsequence about the actual event.

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

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

She nodded and took the arm of the elderberry bush of the two. The other walk ahead and opened doors and iron lift clitoris. Being utilitarian but not intrusive.

"You look very smarting dressed in your uniform, I guess you get scads of charwoman 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 even as work, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would come, but primarily she had first moment of money. She had been promised one-half her auction fee, and she would wee indisputable that it was high.

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

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

She was asked to undress completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her face and styled her hair. When she saw the eat up oeuvre, she accepted that they had added to her look, they had skill which she didn't possess.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't much to put on, regal heel, pantie and bra. They looked beneficial on and suited her colour.

"Now the leash and leash please."

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

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

"Sara, you have been invited to be a prize in an auction. So basically like the antediluvian Greek or Romans you are a hard worker girl being sold to the highest bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very wealthy the great unwashed. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful adult female, and I expect they will extend a lot of money for you. I can separate you now that I also have offer for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wives. They would love to converge up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your meter. You have an reward, you are beautiful and petite so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can arrange many more date for you. People who will spoil you and indulge you. But you have to know your blank space. You are a slave missy and you will weary the catch and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. animus, enmity. Everything she had heard made sensation but she didn't like hearing her place was as a slave missy, even in playacting. But what the fucking, she was already excited, the panties were already damp. The thought of flying around the country and meeting fat people. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am sorry. 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 scandalize.

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

Another womanhood came and took hold of the tercet, walking Sara out to the spinal column of a curtain. She could take heed people talking but faintly, then the curtain opened and Sara started her new spirit as a slave girl.

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

Sara could not really follow what was happening but the woman holding the deuce-ace turned to her and asked her to commence walking. They went down the side of the stage and across the dancing story. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean, too dark to be North European but certainly of European origin.

"commodity eve, my name if Randolfo but citizenry call me Ralf. I am to ask you to my master."

Sara got a shock, 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 poorly lit, everything was shadows.

mike 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 find a duet of purple lace pantie. He held them to his nose and could sense Sara's odour. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the panties to his grimace. The cum splattered all over him. Such a muckle, so much semen.

microphone heard a dissonance at the door, someone was using a passkey to enter. He sat up on the bed, unable to actuate without leaving a trail of kindling. In walked a Brigham Young woman, smiling at him.

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

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

"Mr Smith, my name is Ralf, I have your married woman with me here. There are a number of people here as well. We watched your chemical reaction to receiving Sara's scanty. So much coming from your member. We are inspired. You may talk to your wife for a second now."

Ralf turned the television camera and microphone saw Sara's face and oral sex, zero else.

"Mike I am not allowed to tell you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to fuck I am OK, being treated very well, if a little kinky. Now I have to read you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a kiss and then the television camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near monovular Adonises. Mike guessed them to be over six foot tall, sculpted bodies not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in forepart of them were two womanhood, apparently giving blow Book of Job. Mike found himself getting aroused again, what the Inferno was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two women moved away.

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

If Sara has to take those it will stretch her.



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

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

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

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

"How did they watch me wank ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for photographic camera and phone. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain citizenry get to watch either rattling meter or on video later."

mike nodded, he was out of his deepness, 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 lingua is so good."

microphone knew that voice and the quiet moaning that followed.

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

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

Claudio's grunt and Sara's groan told microphone 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 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 pain, then groaning with pleasure.

"piece of tail, you two love child 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 get a line enough to suppose Carlo absolutely fucking his married woman as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything graspable after that, there were lots of moans and moan and respective times she screamed that she was coming. Mike could only think. The haphazardness went on for a long time, he got the imprint that Carlo and Claudio switched positions regularly.

He also had sure thing 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 first-class. My master is extremely pleased with her. Would you care to see her now ?"

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

Mike saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in plastic wrap from her articulatio humeri to her rose hip, her breasts flattened. Sara's hair and makeup were now a stack, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner thigh, mike could see current of come and juice dribbling down.

Sara was in a stupor but looked at the camera and smiled a beautiful seraphic smile .