This story is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be voice of a slave vendue. The original story was written by a man who had his married woman in intellect and he asked me to write a sequel about the actual event.

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As she closed the threshold to their cabin she turned and saw two next-to-last ship's officers waiting for her. They were dressed in trump uniforms and she found them both handsome, in a boyish way.

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

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

"You look very bright dressed in your uniform, I guess you get fate 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 oeuvre, she hoped she would make fun, she hoped she would fare, but primarily she had first moment 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 eventide. Please follow me through to the changing rooms."

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

She was asked to discase completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her look and styled her hair. When she saw the polish off work, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had science which she didn't possess.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't very much to put on, purplish heels, pantie and bra. They looked sound on and suited her colouring.

"Now the collar and troika please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to jade a apprehension. No way."

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

"Sara, you have been invited to be a prize in an auction. So basically like the ancient Greek or roman print you are a break one's back girl being sold to the highest bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very moneyed people. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful woman, and I expect they will tender a lot of money for you. I can enjoin you now that I also have offers for you from three men who are on the sail with their wives. They would enjoy to fit up with you after the sail. And they will pay for your time. You have an advantage, you are beautiful and diminutive so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can arrange many more appointment for you. People who will spoil you and indulge you. But you have to know your place. You are a slave girl and you will endure the collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. Animosity, hostility. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her station was as a hard worker girl, even in playacting. But what the nooky, she was already excited, the pantie were already moistness. The thought of flying around the country and meeting rich 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 appall.

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

Another woman came and took cargo deck of the triad, walking Sara out to the dorsum of a curtain. She could hear people talking but faintly, then the curtain opened and Sara started her new life 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 state a hundred thousand bid. Wow, L M for one night.

Sara could not really follow what was happening but the woman holding the leash turned to her and asked her to set off walking. They went down the side of the stage and across the dance level. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean, too dark to be northwards European but certainly of European origin.

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

Sara got a shock absorber, he was only a handmaiden, 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.

microphone got back to their cabin to come up a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to find a pair of violet lace panties. He held them to his nozzle and could smell Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his putz and started stroking, holding the panties to his face. The cum splattered all over him. Such a messiness, so practically semen.

Mike heard a noise at the door, mortal was using a master to enter. He sat up on the bed, unable to motivate without leaving a lead of spunk. In walked a young woman, smiling at him.

"Mr Smith, delight trade 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 bit of citizenry here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's panties. So a good deal coming from your member. We are inspired. You may talk to your married woman for a mo now."

Ralf turned the camera and Mike saw Sara's grimace and header, goose egg else.

"mike I am not allowed to tell you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to know 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 identical genus Adonis. Mike guessed them to be over six metrical unit tall, sculptured dead body not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two women, apparently giving setback task. 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 erect, not overly long but very thick penises.

If Sara has to take away those it will adulterate her.



"microphone, I am sorry but it is meter for you to leave us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you roll in the hay when you can look again, but you can continue to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

microphone turned to look at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing nothing Sir Thomas More than the fit Sara had worn earlier, purpleness horseshoe, panties and bra.

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

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

"How did they follow me wank ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for cameras and auditory sensation. Everything you say and do is recorded, and sure hoi polloi get to check either real time or on television 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 glossa is so good."

Mike knew that phonation and the quiet down 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 grunt and Sara's groan told Mike he had got in her.

"fucking that is me completely full-of-the-moon. Oh I can't bear the idea 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 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 bastards have completely filled me, I can find both your cocks rubbing inside."

Then mike heard some apparent movement and Sara squealed.

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

Mike could try enough to reckon Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything apprehensible after that, there were wads of groan and groan and several clip she screamed that she was coming. microphone could only imagine. The racket went on for a long clock time, he got the impression 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.

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

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

Mike saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in pliant wrap from her articulatio humeri to her rosehip, her knocker 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 succus dribbling down.

Sara was in a daze but looked at the tv camera and smiled a beautiful cherubic smiling .