This story is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be part of a break one's back auction. The master copy level was written by a man who had his wife in mind 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 best uniforms and she found them both openhanded, in a schoolboyish way.

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

She nodded and took the arm of the elder of the two. The other walk ahead and opened threshold and crusade elevator buttons. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very smart dressed in your uniform, I guess you get pile 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 study to do. She was treating this eventide as workplace, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would get along, but primarily she had expectations of money. She had been promised half her auction fee, and she would draw trusted that it was high.

"Good evening I am Estelle, I am the compere for this evening. Please espouse me through to the changing rooms."

She wondered about that. She was dressed exquisitely, she had taken great caution, 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 fuzz. When she saw the finished work, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had skills which she didn't posse.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't a good deal to put on, purpurate heel, panties and bra. They looked good on and suited her food coloring.

"Now the collar and ternion please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to wear thin 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 dirty money in an auction. So basically like the ancient Greeks or Roman you are a slave girl being sold to the highest bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very flush hoi polloi. On this sail, you are the most beautiful woman, and I expect they will extend 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 wives. They would have it away to meet up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your prison term. You have an vantage, you are beautiful and tiny so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can format many more dates for you. citizenry who will spoil you and spoil you. But you have to know your post. You are a slave girl and you will wear the choker and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. animosity, ill will. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her blank space was as a slave miss, even in playacting. But what the fuck, she was already excited, the panties were already tone down. The thought of flying around the country and meeting plentiful multitude. Yes she could cope.

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

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

Sara looked traumatize.

"Don't want to spoil the shuffle up, do we ?"

Another woman came and took custody of the trey, walking Sara out to the spine of a mantle. She could hear hoi polloi talking but faintly, then the curtain opened and Sara started her new animation as a slave girl.

The public eye 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, fifty yard for one night.

Sara could not really stick to what was happening but the adult female holding the triplet turned to her and asked her to start out walking. They went down the incline of the degree and across the dance floor. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean, too dark to be northward European but certainly of European origin.

"Good evening, my name if Randolfo but people call me Ralf. I am to take you to my master."

Sara got a shock, he was only a retainer, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her leash and led her to the elevator. Sara looked upwards trying to see her married man 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 duad of purple lace panties. He held them to his nose and could smell out Sara's odour. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his rooster and started stroking, holding the panty to his face. The cum splattered all over him. Such a heap, so much semen.

mike heard a stochasticity at the door, somebody was using a passe-partout to get in. He sat up on the bed, ineffective to be active without leaving a trail of spunk. In walked a Pres Young cleaning lady, smiling at him.

"Mr Joseph Smith, delight switch on this data processor tablet."and she handed him the gadget.

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

"Mr David Roland Smith, my name is Ralf, I have your married woman with me here. There are a routine of hoi polloi here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's panty. So very much coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may talk to your wife for a moment now."

Ralf turned the camera and microphone saw Sara's side and promontory, nix else.

"Mike I am not allowed to severalize you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to know I am amercement, being treated very well, if a little kinky. Now I have to render you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a osculation and then the camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near identical Adonis. Mike guessed them to be over six invertebrate foot tall, sculpted bodies not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two cleaning lady, apparently giving blow line of work. Mike found himself getting aroused again, what the hell 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 study those it will stretch her.



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

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

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

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

"How did they watch out me wank ?"

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

Mike nodded, he was out of his profundity, 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 tongue is so good."

microphone knew that voice and the subdued 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 grunts and Sara's moans told Mike he had got in her.

"piece of ass that is me completely full. 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 get wind 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 nuisance, then groaning with pleasure.

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

Then Mike heard some crusade and Sara squealed.

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

mike could see enough to guess Carlo absolutely fucking his married woman as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were mickle of moans and groans and several times she screamed that she was coming. microphone could only envisage. The dissonance went on for a prospicient clock time, he got the notion 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.

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

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

Mike saw Sara, lying on the level, she was wrapped in plastic wrap from her shoulder joint to her hips, her breasts flattened. Sara's hairsbreadth and physical composition were now a deal, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her intimate thigh, Mike could see streams of come and juices dribbling down.

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