Nothing.
“Oh, I see,” Master J said, evidently enjoying himself. “Let’s make an example of this one, shall we?” He said, smiling wolfishly. “Sold, for a hundred thousand. Dirt cheap, gentlemen, and now we get to see this helpless little girl ravaged by some dogs.”
The crowd cheered, and the girl began to protest, her face knotted. “Aww,” Master J said, grinning. “Looks like her pain training didn’t go very far, did it? Turn your attention to the plasma screens, folks, and we’ll continue with the bidding, with Lot #2.”
The plasma screen blinked to life, and the crowd hummed in appreciation as they saw the girl getting stripped. The fluttering silver dancing dress was unzipped harshly, and she was left in nothing but her skin, shivering in the cages. She began to cry as a buzzer sounded, and two men growled a low command. Sobbing, she dropped to all fours and allowed the men to clip her collar to the ground in a hook designated for this purpose. Her wrists were secured near her head, forcing her to put her weight on her forearms and elbows, and her knees were spread apart, leaving her wide and exposed.
There was a whining bark as the dogs were unleashed, two big, muscular Dobermans with sleek black coats. They snapped and growled, and the biggest one jabbed his wet nose into her pussy, sniffing and rumbling a warning growl in his chest. He licked around her pussy lips, tasting the juices which were coming in spite of the girl’s fear, her arousal causing the well-hung dog to slobber faster. After a minute or two of snarling his way through the slave’s cunt, he mounted her, his unclipped claws digging into her hips, steadying himself the concrete floor.
From the dog’s point of view, she was incredibly hot and tight, and he began pounding into her the second his head was fully inside. She yelped as his teeth sank into her shoulder, his claws digging into her hips and leaving dark dents in her otherwise unmarred skin. His thrusts were rapid and quick, hot sloppy flesh meeting again and again with her pussy. One of the other Dobermans, apparently unhappy that he was being ignored, began sniffing and circling her until he found her lips, which were parted slightly in her discomfort. Without warning, the other Doberman mounted her head and began humping her face, eager to get his thick dog-cock into her mouth.
The crowd was trying to pay attention to the bidding, but the images on the screen were turning everyone on to such a high extent that several people were forcing their dates into their crotches to get off quickly. “And now, Lot #23, ladies and gentlemen, and this is a very special lot,” Master J said, smilingly. “Lot 23 is a pretty fifteen year old, and – get this – a virgin.”
All attention towards the screen was diverted at the sacred word. Master J smiled.
“Yes, Lot 23 is a virgin. Her training was completed without touching her virginity, and tonight, one of you lucky men will be able to take her hymen right here on this stage.”
Master J was going down in history as the best auctioneer ever, thought several men as their dates were ignored. A virgin slave was incredibly rare – most of these girls were foreigners, brought over on the black market, but there was one or two kidnapped little girls who were still innocent, tight, and oh-so-delicious. A shivering young blonde, totally nude, was dragged onto the stage, a crude leather collar clipped brutally tight around her neck. Master J hauled her upright with a fistful of her long blonde hair, pinching her nipples and nodding as his fingers dropped to her shaved pussy lips. “Mmmhmm, hot and tight, gentlemen,” Master J informed them. “And you can take her virginity as hard as you want – you can either take her here on stage, humiliate her in front of the whole crowd, or you can take her to the back room and have some fun with the toys there.
“Do I have two million on Lot 23?”
Three red lights blinked in rapid succession.
“Three million?
Another light.
“Four million, folks, such a hot, sweet little bitch.”
Two lights.
“Four and a half, folks, and some hot, tight virgin pussy is waiting for the winner.”
One last light.
“Anyone else? Going once? Going twice?
“Sold, four and a half million dollars, to Master D.” Master J said, and Master D approached the stage. He was a burly, stocky man with jaw-length brown hair and black eyes which never seemed to move. But now, those black eyes were glimmering with raw hunger, and he stepped up to the stage to take her from Master J. “Will you be playing with your little whore right in front of everyone, or would you like to conduct matters more privately?” Master J asked, passing the blonde girl over as if she were a bag of candy.
Master D grinned savagely. “I wanna play with some of the toys they got back there, but I want everyone to see her scream,” Master D said. “Turn on the cameras in the Playroom, so we can have the best of both worlds.” He said.
“Wise choice,” Master J said, and nodded significantly to an unseen techie who began fiddling with wires. Master D slipped his thick fingers under the girl’s collar and forcibly dragged her off the stage. The girl yelped, tripped, and was soon being hauled across the carpeted floors like a bag of flour. Several men reached out to squeeze her small breasts as she passed, and Master D permitted this with a chuckle on his lips.
After a few moments, the hot, panting crowd was granted a bird’s eye view of the Playroom.
The blonde was shoved into the picture, and Master D was crooning something in her ear. “Nice little slut, huh?” He purred, his fingers wrapping around her neck. “Are you gonna be a good fuck for Daddy?”
The Playroom was filled with all sorts of toys, ranging from the intensely pleasurable to the horrendously painful. The blonde was pulled over to a set of wooden stocks, and her wrists and head were secured into place. Her smooth, unscarred back glowed, and her ass was arched invitingly in the air. She was crying now, tears dripping onto the floor, and Master D began stroking her pussy. “Aww, what’s the matter, baby?” Master D crooned. “Not what you wanted? I’m gonna have so much fun playing with that tight little virgin pussy – and that nice, juicy ass, too,” He added with a slap to her cheek.
He crossed the room and began rummaging through the glittering array of steel implements, finally coming back with two metal nipple clips. He knelt and took one small, pert breast in his mouth, sucking on the nipple and nibbling it slightly. “I’m gonna keep those pretty little lips of yours open, honey,” He hissed. “Wanna hear you scream for all you’re worth.” When her nipple stood taut and beaded, he secured the nipple clamp on her left nipple.
She did scream, and he laughed when she did so, her back arching and bucking as she tried to dislodge the burning, fiery clamp which was stinging painfully. He went to the other side and rubbed his thumb over her breast, smiling, and then began playing with it, nipping, sucking, and swirling his tongue around the nipple. The other clamp was latched onto her nipple, and she screamed again, a fresh burst of pain spiking down her system and causing her sobs to become louder.