This account is about a man and his wife on a sail. The wife has been offered the chance to be part of a slave auction. The pilot story was written by a man who had his wife in mind and he asked me to write a sequel about the actual event.

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As she closed the door to their cabin she turned and saw two junior ship's officers waiting for her. They were dressed in best uniforms and she found them both better-looking, in a boylike way.

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

She nodded and took the arm of the elderberry bush of the two. The other take the air ahead and opened doors and pressed lift release. Being utilitarian but not intrusive.

"You look very smart dressed in your uniform, I guess you get lots of womanhood 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 workplace to do. She was treating this evening as work, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would do, but primarily she had expectations of money. She had been promised half her vendue fee, and she would make sure that it was high.

"commodity evening I am Estelle, I am the compere for this evening. Please come 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 unclothe completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her cheek and styled her fuzz. When she saw the wind up work, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had science which she didn't posse.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't very much to put on, purple heels, panties and bra. They looked right on and suited her colouring.

"Now the neckband and threesome please."

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

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

"Sara, you have been invited to be a prize in an vendue. So basically like the ancient Greeks or Romans you are a knuckle down girl being sold to the high-pitched bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very moneyed people. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful charwoman, and I expect they will propose a lot of money for you. I can assure you now that I also have fling for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wives. They would love to adjoin up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your sentence. 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 arrange many Thomas More dates for you. People who will spoil you and indulge you. But you have to have intercourse your place. You are a break one's back girl and you will don the shoe collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. animosity, hostility. Everything she had heard made sentiency but she didn't like hearing her billet was as a slave female child, even in playacting. But what the shag, she was already excited, the pantie were already damp. The thought of flying around the country and meeting rich the great unwashed. Yes she could cope.

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

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

Sara looked traumatize.

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

Another woman came and took keep of the leash, walking Sara out to the back of a curtain. She could listen people talking but faintly, then the drape 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, fifty yard for one night.

Sara could not really follow what was happening but the adult female holding the troika turned to her and asked her to pop out walking. They went down the side of the stage and across the terpsichore trading floor. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean Sea, too dark to be North European but certainly of European origin.

"Good evening, my figure if Randolfo but the great unwashed call me Ralf. I am to take 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 indisposed 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 receive a twosome of purple lace panties. He held them to his nose and could smell Sara's odor. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the pantie to his face. The cum splattered all over him. Such a spate, so much semen.

mike heard a disturbance at the door, someone was using a passkey to enter. He sat up on the bed, ineffective to move without leaving a trail of heart. In walked a young cleaning woman, smiling at him.

"Mr metalworker, delight switch on this computer tablet."and she handed him the gadget.

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

"Mr smith, my figure is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a number of hoi polloi here as well. We watched your chemical reaction to receiving Sara's pantie. So practically coming from your phallus. We are inspired. You may let the cat out of the bag to your wife for a instant now."

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

"Mike I am not allowed to evidence you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to sleep together I am exquisitely, being treated very well, if a little kinky. Now I have to picture you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a kiss and then the tv camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near identical Adonises. microphone guessed them to be over six understructure tall, grave bodies not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two women, apparently giving nose candy jobs. mike found himself getting aroused again, what the hell on earth was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two woman moved away.

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

If Sara has to pick out 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 reckon again, but you can continue to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

Mike turned to reckon at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing cypher Thomas More than the turnout Sara had worn earlier, purpleness brake shoe, panties and bra.

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

microphone'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 cameras and audio. Everything you say and do is recorded, and sure mass get to watch either real time or on video later."

Mike nodded, he was out of his astuteness, 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 part 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 thick I don't think you can get that in me."

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

"piece of tail that is me completely full-of-the-moon. Oh I can't bear the intellection 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 discover her.

"Oh fuck Carlo, I can't pack 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.

"ass, you two cocksucker have completely filled me, I can find both your tool rubbing inside."

Then Mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

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

mike could hear enough to suppose Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything perceivable after that, there were lots of moans and groans and several times she screamed that she was coming. mike could only opine. The noise went on for a yearn metre, he got the effect that Carlo and Claudio switched position regularly.

He also had foregone conclusion 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 married woman has been first-class. My master is extremely please with her. Would you like to see her now ?"

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

Mike saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in plastic wrap from her articulatio humeri to her hips, her breasts 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 juices dribbling down.

Sara was in a daze but looked at the photographic camera and smiled a beautiful angelic smile .