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A QUESTION OF HER VALUE
Part three
As we stood chained together in the coffle several of the women around me started to weep quietly, fearful of what might become of them once they were bought. A few others whispered amongst themselves, ignoring the instructions we had been given about talking.
One or two simply pissed themselves, the warm amber streams of urine running down their legs and darkening the earth floor around their feet. The heady scent of ammonia adding to the smell of the perspiring bodies pressed closely together in the blacksmith’s workshop.
All the while I simply waited quietly, wondering just what my fate would be?
Somewhere, in the distance, a bell rang indicating the auction was about to begin and, through the open doors, I could see a number of men taking their seats in front of the stage. Picking up the catalogues several browsed through the list of girls for sale presumably making a note of the ones they wished to purchase.
Third in line in the coffle, totally naked like all the other women, I watched as things started to happen. It was only now when I looked at the platform at the front of the courtyard that this new development made sense.
The auction had actually begun and all of the women here with me would be sold.
‘I would go on stage where men would bid for me.’
‘Where was my husband?’
‘What would happen to me if he didn’t arrive?’
I started to panic, my stomach tightening with fear.
Due on the block in less than half-an-hour I speculated if he would be outside to stop my purchase and release me?
Hanif had told me he intended to sell me before Dan got here but I wondered if, just possibly, he was not telling me the truth. Perhaps he just wanted to frighten me, to teach me a lesson for some unknown slight I had made towards him.
Up until this time, I had still trusted that I might be spared the ignominy of having to be auctioned, that someone, my husband hopefully, would arrive and rescue me. Or maybe Hanif would be satisfied that the despised Western slut he obviously lusted after had been humbled enough in the showroom of the slave market.
But now it seemed that my last hope was crushed. I would continue to be humiliated until the final moment when I was actually sold.
Yannick and Noah appeared at the head of the coffle, unchaining the first girl, a slim brunette, and led her out into the warmth of the late afternoon sunshine. As she disappeared, I realised that it was Carmen, the young woman I had spoken to in the cages.
Watching the proceedings from inside the blacksmith’s barn I was very aware of the fact there was only one other girl before me and I could feel the tension building. My stomach fluttered nervously while my heart pounded fiercely in my chest and I felt a faint dribble of piss moisten my upper thighs.
The brunette was led up onto the platform, standing with her head down as the auctioneer entertained the delighted crowd with a colourful account of her specialities.
With that done Carmen was made to turn around slowly, her arms above her head so that all of the potential buyers could see her.
“Who will start me at one thousand?”
There was a shout from the back accepting his request.
“Two!”
Another bid came from the audience.
“Three thousand!”
I could feel the moistness at the top of my thighs, the brunette on stage was being sold and in a very short while I would be to. Just the thought of strangers bidding to own me was enough to flood my loins with a sexual warmth that slowly radiated through my whole body.
“Eight thousand!”
For a moment no one spoke and no more bids were made.
“Anyone else?” the auctioneer asked looking round the assembled group of buyers, “Before I sell this delightful creature for eight thousand.”
Apart from a general murmur of conversation there was nothing.
“Sold.” He shouted and the trembling young woman was led away to meet her new owner and start her life of servitude.
A few moments later the African girl in front of me was taken to the stage and, shivering with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation I stood peering out into the courtyard knowing I was next.
My eyes roamed across the men sitting outside searching for either Hanif or my husband and to my despair, while Dan was clearly not present, his treacherous friend was.
Standing at the rear the man who was actually selling me stood, arms folded, smiling as he watched his latest batch of women being auctioned off.
I could feel my stomach tensing, a knot of fear gnawing away at me as I waited my turn. The thought of being up on the platform, freely displayed to the leering gaze of the men present as they offered money for me, filled me with a feeling of hopelessness and, to my surprise, lust.
“Sold!”
The auctioneer’s cry from outside jerked me back to the present.
Now it was my turn and I felt my legs start to buckle as my stomach churned and my breathing quickened.
Unfastening my chains Yannick virtually dragged me out into the warmth of the evening sunlight, my eyes slitting against the glare as I was forced towards the platform.
There was a jerk on my chain and I stumbled as I was led up the stairs to the stage.
My time had come.
‘This couldn’t really be happening to me? Could it?’
‘Where was Dan?’
With my hands still manacled in front of me and my ankles hobbled, I awkwardly mounted the ominous steps of the auction block.
I wanted to scream for my husband but my throat felt so constricted it was all I could do to breathe let alone speak.
At the rear of the crowd Hanif grinned broadly. He had already fucked me and now he would sell me off before there was any hope of rescue reaching me.
“Gentlemen our next offering is the delightful Amy.”
With that introduction he cracked his whip and ordered me to squat down facing the audience with my legs spread wide, so that the buyers could see my glistening pink slit.
Awkwardly I did as he instructed, while he paused to let the audience view my sex properly.
Then he began to describe me to the crowd.
“This enchanting creature is 32 years of age and, if you look very carefully, a natural blonde.”
His comment raised a ripple of laughter from the assembled group of buyers.
Squatting nude before them I felt my cheeks redden while my eyes roamed across their faces, partly looking for Daniel and partly wondering who would purchase me. The thought that the men sitting looking up at me would soon be bidding to take ownership of me was making me extremely wet.
I looked around to see if there was anyone who might help me and although there were many buyers molesting me with their eyes, there wasn’t a single friendly face amongst them.
“Well educated Amy has a degree in business and, so I’m told, is very accomplished in the bedroom.” The auctioneer continued.