Chapter 16

• STORY 4
• The sun beat down upon me; I stood very still - not daring to move knowing that if I did, I would be beaten where the marks wouldn't show. Even though I had nothing, my spirit was strong; I knew I had won as my Master was selling me. My mouth was dry from the heat but also the fear as to who would be my new Master. I was lost in my thoughts, when suddenly I awoke as the stick came down across my shoulder. I was summoned to the slave traders' block. My robe covered me from head to foot, only my eyes showing, as I ascended the platform. The noise of the market was deafening but I could still hear the slave traders shouting to the men of my sexual abilities, but then it as though the market went silent and I could hear my own breathing together with the breathing of the men in the audience. As everything stilled I become aware of pair of eyes looking at me, as though he was looking into my soul, I stared right back at him. I noticed that my breath had quickened, who was this man who seem apart of the other coarse men? He was tall and dressed in pure white and red flowing robes, escaping from his head dress I could his beautiful dark hair, as he continued to look at me his expression was different to the others around, it bespoke of sexuality but also of sensuality. I could not understand why this man was having such an effect on me. It was as though we were on our own. I was quickly brought to my senses as to where I was, when I felt a man fingers pinch me hard on my breast under my robes, and I stifled the cry of pain as he fondled my breasts. I stood proud not showing the distaste that I felt and contempt of this man who was feeling me. While I stood there I was aware of the eyes of this man who was bewitching me;, the more I felt his passion, the more sexually stimulated I became. This was not what I wanted as I felt my breath rising, and my juices within my mound starting to flow. He never moved or spoke just looked with his eyes it is as though his eyes told all. At that moment I prayed to Goddess please make him my new Master - I knew if he were I would do all that he wanted, I would truly surrender my spirit to him. Again, I felt the stick on my shoulders and they moved me to a private showing room for the buyers who were interested in me.
• The room was hot as I felt the sexual energy rising, I saw men fondling their cocks in anticipation of what was to come. On the platform were three young men who stood like statues of the gods, they stood with just loincloths and their bodies glistened with oil and sweat. My heart pounded, as I knew I had to perform to this audience, not in private audience with my prior Master or his guests, but in the public gaze. I could smell the sexual energy within the room, as though it had come alive and had a mind of its own, especially when two slave girls entered dressed in short skirts, their breasts glimmering with the oil. I could smell their womanhood and my own as though the excitement has stirred them also. Then from the corner of my eye I saw the eyes once again, he was still looking directly at me, not moving, oh my god, I feel like a trapped animal not daring to look away, I felt my passion rising that I felt I could have orgasmed right there. I heard the drum beat and I knew it was time for me to perform, I knew I had to do it, I would do it for this man who eyes penetrated every part of me to soul level. The slave girls danced around me as they took my black robes off, and as the last one fell, the room went quiet as I stood there enticing all to look upon me, and at my breasts swelling under the finest see through material. My golden hair fell in waves across my body, as I started to move to the beat of the drum and slave girls moved with me. As I danced across the floor, each movement revealing another sensual part of me, and I could feel my pussy becoming so wet, as I felt his eyes continue to watch every movement I made. I wanted to cry out but I could not, as we danced towards the men. Then I felt the young men disrobe me, each taking each item off, until I laid across a bed of red satin completely naked except for my golden hair that spread over and around me. The men on the floor breaths were quickening - I could hear some of the men cum, and other watched and screamed for more. The young men had now stripped off their loincloths and their cocks stood proud, they approached the bed and felt one of them slowly open my legs and bring his lips down to my wet pussy. I could sense your eyes watching me, even though I could not see you, I wanted you. As I felt his lips sucking and licking, I wanted it to be you tasting my golden honey, and my juices ran like a river. At the same time I could fill the men caressing me, kneading my breasts, working every part of my body. As you filled my thoughts, I started to orgasm, and as I did I felt a cock slide into cunt, and one in my arse and finally one in my mouth. I could not moan with the pleasure, as my mouth is almost gagging on the third cock. They kept swapping over so that no hole was ever empty for long. Then one took his cock out of my arsehole; relief at last but it is short lived. Unbelievably I feel the sensation of having two cocks being inserted in my cunt at the same time. I think that it is impossible the wide girth of the two cocks moving in and out of my cunt. The session goes on for what seems like eternity, but then they cum, and the beat of the drum stops and the men in the room are screaming with bidding as I lay sweat sodden on the bed, feeling very vulnerable and praying to the Goddess for you to be my Master. I am helped up and taken to another room, where I am washed and dressed in my black robes again.