This story is about a man and his wife on a sail. The wife has been offered the chance to be division of a break one's back vendue. The pilot taradiddle was written by a man who had his wife in brain and he asked me to write a sequel about the factual 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 liberal, in a boyish way.

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

She nodded and took the arm of the elder of the two. The former walked ahead and opened doors and pressed elevator push. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very overbold dressed in your uniform, I guess you get Lot 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 eventide as work, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would come, but primarily she had expectations of money. She had been promised half her vendue fee, and she would earn sure that it was high.

"commodity eve 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 great caution, she had been in the spa all good afternoon, and now she was going to be messed with again.

She was asked to divest completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her look and styled her fuzz. When she saw the finish up piece of work, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had acquirement which she didn't possess.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't a lot to put on, royal bounder, pantie and bra. They looked well on and suited her food color.

"Now the taking into custody and terzetto please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to wear a taking into custody. No way."

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

"Sara, you have been invited to be a prize in an auction bridge. So basically like the antediluvian Greek or Romans you are a slave girl being sold to the highest bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very wealthy hoi polloi. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful fair sex, and I expect they will declare oneself a lot of money for you. I can tell you now that I also have go for you from three men who are on the sail with their wives. They would screw to match up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your sentence. You have an advantage, you are beautiful and midget so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can stage many more dates for you. People who will spoil you and baby you. But you have to know your place. You are a slave girlfriend and you will get into the collar and leash."

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

"Estelle I am no-good. I accept what you say is rightfield. I will endure the collar."

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

Sara looked shock.

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

Another adult female came and took hold of the leash, walking Sara out to the back of a pall. She could find out mass talking but faintly, then the drape opened and Sara started her new life story as a slave girl.

The spotlight 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 thousand for one night.

Sara could not really keep abreast what was happening but the woman holding the leash turned to her and asked her to begin walking. They went down the side of the stage and across the dance story. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean, too sullen to be North European but certainly of European origin.

"good eve, my gens if Randolfo but people call me Ralf. I am to lead you to my master."

Sara got a shock, he was only a retainer, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her lead and led her to the elevator. Sara looked upwards trying to see her hubby but it was so unwell lit, everything was shadows.

microphone got back to their cabin to recover a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to chance a pair of purple lacing step-in. He held them to his nose and could sense Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the panties to his typeface. The cum splattered all over him. Such a tidy sum, so very much semen.

Mike heard a noise at the room access, soul was using a passkey to enroll. He sat up on the bed, ineffective to move without leaving a trail of spunk. In walked a offspring woman, smiling at him.

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

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

"Mr Smith, my name is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a number of mass here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's panties. So a lot coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may blab out to your wife for a moment now."

Ralf turned the photographic camera and Mike saw Sara's face and head, nix else.

"microphone I am not allowed to enjoin you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to make love I am alright, being treated very well, if a petty kinky. Now I have to point you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a kiss and then the television camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near identical Adonis. Mike guessed them to be over six human foot tall, sculpted bodies not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two adult female, apparently giving blow line. Mike found himself getting aroused again, what the hell was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two fair sex moved away.

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

If Sara has to submit those it will stretch out her.



"microphone, 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 calculate again, but you can retain to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

Mike turned to look at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing goose egg more than the outfit Sara had worn earlier, purple shoes, pantie 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 out me wank ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for photographic camera and sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain people get to determine either real prison term 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 tongue is so good."

Mike knew that voice and the quietly moaning that followed.

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

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

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

"Fuck that is me completely full moon. Oh I can't bear the mentation 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 assume you in my ass. No don't."

Carlo obviously ignored her and mike heard her whimpering.

Then he heard her groaning with bother, then groaning with pleasure.

"ass, you two by-blow have completely filled me, I can experience both your cocks rubbing inside."

Then Mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

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

microphone could try enough to guess Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were band of groan and moan and several time she screamed that she was coming. mike could only imagine. The noise went on for a long metre, he got the impression that Carlo and Claudio switched attitude regularly.

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

The filmdom switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

"Mike your wife has been first-class. My master is extremely please with her. Would you like to see her now ?"

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

Mike saw Sara, lying on the storey, she was wrapped in plastic wrap from her shoulders to her hips, her breasts flattened. Sara's hair and physical composition were now a heap, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner 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 saintly smiling .