This storey is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be part of a slave vendue. The original tarradiddle was written by a man who had his wife in mind and he asked me to write a sequel about the existent event.

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As she closed the door to their cabin she turned and saw two Jnr ship's officeholder waiting for her. They were dressed in easily 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 elder of the two. The other walked ahead and opened door and campaign elevator buttons. Being utile but not intrusive.

"You look very fresh dressed in your uniform, I guess you get lots 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 employment to do. She was treating this evening as employment, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would come, but primarily she had anticipation of money. She had been promised half her auction sale fee, and she would prepare surely that it was high.

"Good 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 care, she had been in the spa all good 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 nerve and styled her hair. When she saw the cease work, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had skills which she didn't posse comitatus.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't practically to put on, majestic heels, panties and bra. They looked good on and suited her colouring.

"Now the collar and leash please."

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

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

"Sara, you have been invited to be a plunder in an auction. So basically like the antediluvian Hellene or Romans you are a slave girl being sold to the highest bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very wealthy mass. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful woman, and I expect they will offer a lot of money for you. I can tell you now that I also have offers for you from three men who are on the sail with their married woman. They would screw to meet up with you after the sail. And they will pay for your time. You have an vantage, you are beautiful and petite so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can do many More particular date for you. mass who will spoil you and indulge you. But you have to know your plaza. You are a knuckle down girl and you will wear the choker and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. animosity, aggression. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her place was as a hard worker girl, even in playacting. But what the screwing, she was already excited, the panties were already damp. The thought of flying around the country and meeting ample hoi polloi. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am sorry. I accept what you say is right. I will have on the collar."

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

Sara looked traumatize.

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

Another woman came and took cargo hold of the trine, walking Sara out to the backbone of a curtain. She could see masses talking but faintly, then the pall 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 body politic a hundred thousand bid. Wow, L thousand for one night.

Sara could not really follow what was happening but the charwoman holding the leash turned to her and asked her to pop walking. They went down the incline of the microscope stage and across the dancing story. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean Sea, too dark to be North European but certainly of European origin.

"Good evening, my epithet if Randolfo but hoi polloi 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 trey and led her to the lift. 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 pair of purple lace panty. He held them to his nose and could smell out Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his prick and started stroking, holding the panties to his face. The cum splattered all over him. Such a mess, so practically semen.

microphone heard a randomness at the threshold, someone was using a passkey to go into. He sat up on the bed, unable to move without leaving a track of spunk. In walked a young woman, smiling at him.

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

He switched on coming face to case 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 masses here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's panties. So very much coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may verbalise to your wife for a moment now."

Ralf turned the camera and microphone saw Sara's face and head, zilch else.

"mike I am not allowed to tell you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to lie with I am fine, being treated very well, if a little kinky. Now I have to show you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a buss and then the tv camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near identical Adonis. microphone guessed them to be over six feet tall, sculpted eubstance not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two women, apparently giving reversal jobs. Mike found himself getting aroused again, what the snake pit was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two cleaning 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 take those it will debase her.



"Mike, 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 seem again, but you can go along to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

mike turned to expect at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing zippo more than the fit Sara had worn earlier, purpleness shoes, panty and bra.

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

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

"How did they watch me masturbate ?"

"This cabin is used for amusement. It is wired up for cameras and auditory sensation. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain people get to watch either real number time 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 quiet moaning that followed.

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

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

Claudio's grunts and Sara's moan told Mike he had got in her.

"screwing that is me completely full-of-the-moon. Oh I can't bear the sentiment 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 see her.

"Oh fuck Carlo, I can't take up you in my ass. No don't."

Carlo obviously ignored her and microphone heard her whimpering.

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

"nookie, you two dickhead have completely filled me, I can feel both your prick rubbing inside."

Then Mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

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

Mike could find out enough to think Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were lots of moans and groans and several multiplication she screamed that she was coming. Mike could only imagine. The noise went on for a long time, he got the imprint 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 screenland switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

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

Ralf didn't delay for a answer, he swung the tv camera around.

microphone saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in shaping wrap from her shoulders to her hip, her breasts flattened. Sara's hair and makeup were now a wad, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her privileged thighs, Mike could see streams of come and juices dribbling down.

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