4 comments/ 68619 views/ 3 favorites Sold Ch. 00 By: PhantomOfMoonlight To say that I was nervous would be putting it as mildly as saying it is but a spring mist when the sheets of raining falling blind the eye to everything save the water from the sky. Perhaps this is not the best way to start my story, but as it is my story, I hope you'll forgive even this brief moment of procrastination, remembering the events that lead up to this extraordinary moment are hard for me to relive. I am not some simple farmer's daughter, nor am I an Incomparable of the haut ton. I suppose, what you would call my family, is genteel poverty. We have money, but little of it and it is scrimped and saved, salvaged and stretched to make our living as comfortable as possible. You could call that the crux of the matter for it is the leading stone which brought me to be sold. Edward was fresh from college, enjoying the summer spent with his new found friends. Unfortunately, the difference between he and his friends were that they had money where Edward had none. However, he did not let this small blemish on his lifestyle impede him from enjoying what were to be his more cyclone days. He whored, gambled, and spent more money than he had or us as a family for that matter. The whores took the immediate cash while those he gambled with accepted promissory note. He whiled away the summer in carefree abandonment then returned home to act the good son. Unfortunately, his creditors followed him. They brought to our parents' attention the money that he owed. I must give my father credit for his restraint after having this news. We were given a month to find the money to pay off Edward's debt or far worse would be done. Quickly did the assortment of knick knacks and other extravagances of our house disappear. Then next went livestock we could live without. The weeks passed as a bit of our souls slipped away each day in some treasured heirloom or prized possession. It tore my heart to hear my mother cry, to listen each night as her weeping echoed through the house. My father became nearly a ghost of the man he used to be. He was desperate, we all were. Our time was nearly up and still when didn't have a quarter of what my brother owed the men. I was half sure that Edward would become a sacrificial lamb for the family, but rarely would a father give up his heir, even one that has broken the family so greatly. However, it is no great heartache to lose a daughter. While I was never the most sought after girl in the village, the men did notice me, even more so when they found out what constraints my family was in. They came with offers of marriage to my father, offers of less repute to me. My father could see how the men lusted after me, and perhaps that was what gave him the idea to take me to London. Or perhaps it was the lewd diatribe I was forced to listen to as I hung out our now bare thread laundry on the line. He told my mother little and me even less. Packing me away into a borrowed carriage, he whisked me away to London, to the edge of where nobility wandered and the darkness of the criminal world began. I never saw the front of the house, or really the back for that matter, but merely saw an open doorway, where my father quickly bartered my life away. I was brought in to the house where I was greeted by two maids and a man I did not know. My blue eyes took in the soiled frock the man wore, watching as his dark eyes took in the pink dress that covered me before he looked to the maids. There, in the hall, where I could see the entrance to the kitchen, and the scurry of servants was all too frequent, the maids began to unbutton my dress. My hands flew to the top of my dress, my eyes lifting to my father in a beseeching way, but he merely looked away, shame and guilt clearly written over his features. What had he done to me? I turned in shock as the man grabbed my hands roughly, his palms hot and moist on my cool skin, his voice seeming like the crack of a whip to my now oversensitive senses. "Here now, you'll have plenty of time to be shy later." Later? What would happen later? I nearly sobbed out the question, I nearly stormed and stamped my feet, or flew out of there in a rage. But that was all in my mind. All I truly did was stand there, dry eyed as I felt the gap in the back of my dress widen and the knowing fingers unlace my corset. The corset came off before the dress, the man finally having to release my hands to yank the material down. Using my sleeves to pin my arms to my body, he then slid the straps of my chemise away from my shoulders, his slightly calloused hands feeling abrasive to my skin as he stroked the ball of my shoulder and brought the material down further. I stand only five foot three in bare feet, the man before me perhaps three inches above that, but he felt like a giant to me as his gaze took in my breasts as he exposed them. I was further embarrassed by the puckering of my nipples, a mixture of my fear, the cold, and the slow drag of my chemise over them. He made thoughtful sound but said nothing. There was no desire in his eyes and I felt all the more shamed. After all, the man had just stripped me before my father and more strangers than people I knew, but worse yet, he didn't seem at all impassioned by what he viewed. He made another thoughtful sound and reached out, cupping one of my breasts. I felt the urge to vomit in my stomach, nausea rolling away inside of me. I looked away, glancing beneath my golden lashes to the maid who stood to my right. She was watching the man's fingers, a faint flush to her cheeks as her steady gaze viewed his fingers caressing down to slope of my breasts to the now rushed peak. I nearly jumped at the touch, the strangest sensation bursting through my belly to rest at the apex of my thighs. I gave the man a startled look as he first watched his fingers pinch and tug lightly at my flesh. Each movement sent those strange jolts through me and I could feel my color heightening, traveling down to rest even in my chest. He looked up at me when he noticed the color. A knowing look entered his face even as he smiled. His touch became less idle and a bit more rough as he pinched and rubbed at my nipple, pulling at the flesh so it stretched a bit from my breast before releasing. When he lifted his hand to touch me again, his second hand came to administer the same attention to my untouched breast. I could feel my breathing become a bit strained, a rush of feeling building up between my thighs, making me clamp them together. The man chuckled as he watched my face, now flicking my nipples back and forth with his fingers as he turned to my father, who still watched, though he had a peculiar look to him. "She may not be much to hold in way of flesh, so she may not bring in much, but she'll be good at what she does, so we'll see." The man's words meant little to nothing to me, especially since I couldn't pull my attention away from what he was doing to my breasts. I had the most awful need for him to touch me in other places. Especially between my thighs. Tears wetted my lashes as I felt the soft hand of a woman on my bare back. The maid who had been watching the man molest my breasts now leaned in, whispering into my ear, though it took me a minute to concentrate on what she said, my attention absorbed briefly in the warm weight of her breasts pressing into my air. "There now, love, its okay. You're new to this but it gets right easy to get used to." Used to? I glanced to her then down to the man's hands, which now fell away from my breasts. Did she mean that this would be happening more than once? I felt the color drain from my face as the man's hands left me. "One more thing needs to be seen to. I don't like to be cheated, even if I stretch the truth a bit." He grasped my clothes and stripped them off me, leaving me in the thin cotton stockings that were tied around my thighs and the solid boots at my feet. I stumbled as he grabbed my arm and forced me to follow him, looking back longingly at my clothes, which the more friendlier maid picked up. Bringing me into the kitchen, he brought me to a low work table, calling out for his jar then to Mickey, who stood by the spit. Mickey was a big boy, perhaps a few years younger than my brother Edward. The man told Mickey to hold me down. I wasn't sure why that would be needed, and I was rather frightened by it, but Mickey gave me no time to think about balking. Grasping the back of my neck, the youth had me bent over the table, the side of my face pressed into the worn wood. I made sounds of distress as the man grasped my wrists in his, holding them with one hand while the other worked on twisting a thong of leather around them. I was beginning to feel like a Christmas goose as I felt my legs being stretched apart and tied to the legs of the table. Tears now readily fell from my eyes as I closed them, sniffles coming from me as the buzz of the kitchen swarmed my senses. I knew some were watching, many with a sadistic glee. The man who had brought me in casually laid a hand on my ass, rubbing one globe with the familiarity of a man to his horse, kneading at the tense muscles there before he lifted his hand. It was gone but a second before I felt it once more land on my ass. When it returned he slid his hand down between my thighs to where the lips of my pussy met my rear. There his fingers paused before he chuckled. His hand slid lower as he noticed the moisture that was there. Gathering it up with his fingers, he worked it into my labia and around my clit, touching the swollen and sensitive folds in a way that made me twist and jump. "Well, she should have no problem taking a man, that's for sure." I felt so dirty from that and the man took his hand back to the base of my pussy, spreading the lips before I felt a finger coated in a thick ointment begin to press into me. I couldn't help crying out; earning me a slap on the ass from his other hand as his finger slowly began to work itself in and out of me. "Stop that." Was all that was said. I sobbed as I felt the finger stretch me in a way I had never known possible. I breathed hard, slowly realizing that the oddity of the situation was beginning to feel good. The man removed the hand spreading me open to grasp the cheek of my rear once more, holding my hips down, the thumb of his hand pressing lightly against the puckered back entrance. It was unnerving but it somehow made what his other hand was doing all the better. I could hear him laugh as his finger wiggled teasingly inside me, finally bringing a moan to my lips. He continued to caress me in such a way, causing me finally to try pressing back into his hands as I made other soft sounds of pleasure, before he finally pulled back. He was speaking to my father, but all I paid attention to was the burning need of the flesh he had just left. My body trembled upon the table and I cried out as I felt a cool wet cloth come press to my hot sex, moving to clean me. I shamelessly pressed back into the hand, trying to finish whatever it was the man had started, but I received another smack on my ass. There was a flurry of words spoken around me, the accents too thick for me to understand, and then an ice cold cloth pressed up against my cunt. It shocked my senses and I tried to get away, but it would only leave for a second then come back, dripping and ice cold as ever. I sobbed as the desire in me was banked, the ointment and my juices then deftly cleaned away before I was untied and given my chemise. I dressed quickly, my pink nipples red from being rubbed against the wood, my legs weak from my arousal. As I stood leaning against the table, another maid stepped close, quickly removing my stockings and forcing me to give up my boots. My hair was taken down from its bun, leaving the golden curls to frame my shoulders. As only females attended me, and in the most platonic of ways I was later to find, I began to relax. They were not friends nor were they the lifelong servants I had grown with, which we had been forced to give up for Edward, but they were female just like me and that brought comfort. I realized belatedly that the man and my father had disappeared, but only as the man came back. He was portly and going slightly bald, but that didn't seem to matter. He looked me over before speaking to what I was to assume was the chef, a large woman who looked meaner than any painting of a military general than I had ever seen. "Make up a tray of food for her. See that she's put in Mary's old room." The woman just nodded and motioned to the maid who had tried comforting me earlier. The girl stepped forward as the tray of food went to being prepared, the girl whispering to me. "This way."Nodding, I left with her, grateful for the arm she wrapped around my shoulders after we were out of sight of the kitchen and its staff. We walked up the servants' stairs to the second floor, where she led me down the hall to a door near the main stairs themselves. The room she brought me into was small, which made me guess at one time it had been a large dressing room and closet only to be refurnished to be a bedchamber. The bed there was moderate in size, enough for two people to lie on, though close together. I noticed the windows were barred shut. Turning to question her, the girl was turning down the bed, already beating me to speech by voice an opinion. "Best you rest after you eat. You'll have a long night ahead of you, I'm sure. You'll not want to be swooning off your feet." That silenced my question, though brought another to my mind. What was to happen that would make her think I would swoon? The question was easily forgotten as another maid appeared with a tray of rich food that I could smell even from beneath the cover of the tray. I hadn't had such rich fare since Edward's return, and even then on a rare occasion. The maid that stayed with me chuckled as she watched me dig into the meal after having me sit on the bed and then placing it on my lap. I didn't mind her amusement either, too hungry to care. Quickly eating my fill, she took the tray away, leaving me a glass of cold water to drink. She tucked me in and patted the pillow beneath my head to fluff it after I lied down. She was right, I was tired. The maid said nothing as she collected the tray and left, my eyes already closing to sleep. I would sleep for hours, the morning turning to day then to evening and finally to night. The next time I was to see the maid, or the man who had accepted me from my father's care, was to be when I was brought down the stairs and pressed onto a stage, auctioned away to the highest bidder with only my chemise to hide me. Sold Ch. 01 I looked around the room. Damn them. Only three hours ago, I had been walking down Rodeo with my best friend Angie and now… I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts. If I don’t think about it, it isn’t happening, right? Shutting my eyes, I leaned back against the iron bars with hope that I would soon wake from this nightmare. But, when my eyes opened, I realized it was reality, not a horrible nightmare. The room was still very dim-lit and I had to strain my eyes to see two other cages near me. Angie sat in one, staring at her bare feet in deep thought, while a young woman I didn’t recognize sobbed softly in the other. What was going to happen to us? I heard a creak and immediately knew the door was opening. Light poured in and I blinked, squinting my eyes against the light burn it caused. A tall, thin man stepped through the doorway and looked at us with amusement on his lips. I opened my mouth to speak but shut it again when I saw there was an older man standing behind him with curiosity. They both entered and neared our cages. “These are the only pups I have left,” the thinner man spoke. I looked up at the two of them in fear. The other man stood over six feet with raven black hair. He had broad shoulders and looked well fit, intimidating me more. “How much they going for?” the stronger man asked. I looked over at Angie and saw tears dripping down her cheeks and suddenly, I felt angry. Who were these men and what were they doing with us? “Three a piece sounds fair,” the thin man replied as he went over to the strange girl’s cage and tapped on the iron, shaking her up. She squealed from fear and backed away from him as far as the bars would allow. “What’s the matter, little pup? Scared?” he teased the girl. I glared at him and bit my lip. “You have reason to be!” he shouted, shaking her cage again. “Leave her be!” I finally shouted at him, the anger rising from the depths of my soul. Both men turned to me immediately. I saw the thin man was angry and immediately, I shut my mouth and glared up at him. “A pup that speaks without permission?” he questioned me, walking slowly to my cage. He placed his hands on my cage and shook it gently to scare me, but I continued my glare. He turned to the other man with a sigh. “I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to excuse me for a moment while I punish this one.” My heart skipped a beat as I stared up at him wide-eyed and decided I’d chosen I bad situation to stand up for someone. I watched as he unlocked my cage and opened the door. I felt a painful tug on my head as he grabbed a handful of my waist-length red hair and pulled me toward him, out of the cage. My first instinct was to run, but a tight tug stopped that and I fell to my knees obediently. He half-dragged me to the other side of the dark room and showed me a wooden horse I hadn’t noticed before. I turned a little to see Angie staring at me with fear, shaking her head subconsciously. I gave no struggle as he bent me over the horse and shackled my ankles and wrists to each leg of it. It didn’t take an experienced person to know I was about to get beaten, and I heard the strange girl howl in tears. The leather beneath my pelvis was cold through the thin thigh-length gray dress that had been forced onto me when I was first captured and I suddenly felt determined not to cry, no matter what this man did to me. He lifted the short skirt to my back and I immediately felt very exposed, a chill lifting goose bumps on my bottom. I bit my lip as I turned my head a little and saw him walk over to a wall filled with paddles and whips. Fear seemed to trickle up and down my spine as I watched him grab an oak paddle and return to my side. “For that outburst, you will receive twenty. Count them,” he ordered, causing my heart to stop in my chest. Suddenly, a streak of fire swept across my bottom as I heard a loud smacking sound. I refused to shout out and just clenched my teeth, breathing in deeply as he struck me. I wasn’t sure how I would take another nineteen without crying, but I was determined to try. “Count out loud!” he shouted. “One!” I shouted. “One, what?” he shouted back, slapping the back of my thighs with that horrid paddle. I thought for a moment. “One, Sir!” I shouted back. He said nothing, which made me wonder if I had responded correctly. Suddenly, I heard the smacking sound again and another streak of fire spread across my upturned cheeks. “Two, Sir!” I cried immediately, using my counting as a form of release. He seemed to realize what I was doing and brought the paddle down on the exact spot he had just hit. “Ah!” I cried. “Three, Sir!” And again, on the same spot, where bottom meets thigh. I couldn’t respond at first, as the air seemed knocked from my lungs. Finally, in agony, I cried out, “Four, Sir!” It continued like this until I reached “Ten, Sir!” and he stopped. “That was half of what was promised. I’ll give you two minutes rest before the second half,” he told me. I was grateful and stayed there, weeping quietly but trying my best not to let it be known. I noticed him walk over to a shelf in the corner and return, but I ignored it until I felt a couple drops of a cool liquid trickle on my backside. I felt his fingers rub these drops into my sit-spot softly and he went to return the bottle to the shelf. The cool liquid suddenly felt good on my bottom and I was thankful he gave it to me. Without notice, the paddle smacked down on my bottom again and I screamed. My whole backside seemed to light into flames as he kept the paddle raining down for the remaining half. I was sobbing, tears streaming to the floor beneath the horse as he finished the last two smacks, each to a thigh. He dropped the paddle to the floor after and immediately, I felt his fingers reach below my bum to the moist area I normally kept hidden well. His fingers found my shame and I felt him spread some of the wetness up between my cheeks. “A naughty little pup for getting excited during a punishment,” he gently scolded me as he continued rubbing the wetness up and down that area. I felt his other hand spread my cheeks as best it could and suddenly, his fingers tapped my rosebud firmly, causing a sharp pain. I cried a little harder as he continued it for a minute before stopping and turning around to the other man. “This one goes for forty-five,” he told him from nowhere. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry for being treated this way or honored that I was more expensive than my friend and the strange girl. “Sold,” the mysterious man whispered as he looked at me. My punisher walked over to him and I turned to watch as he put his arm around his shoulder and led him from the room to talk business. Realizing I was going to stay in position until they freed me, I continued to sob, grateful for the chill in the room to cool my backside down. Sold Ch. 01 All characters written of, or expressed, within this story are 18 years of age or older. * -19th century England- Good evening. My name is Lord Darien Harrington, sixth Earl of Chestwood. I can hardly imagine myself to be a man of any abnormal designs sexually, but as a lord of the realm, I find myself lacking for true entertainment and have recently been creating ways in which to attain my pleasures and amusements. At thirty-six years of age, I am well aware of all the subterfuge of nobility. The women who dance from one bed to the other, who search for the lovers with the biggest cock and extensive knowledge on how to make her orgasm, and the men who blatantly flaunt their less than pristine mistresses. They all have become so base, so used and so common, that it makes me sigh with boredom. It is because of this that my story began with the auction at the bordello house named Desire. It was late into the evening. I had been in the gambling hells for most of the night. By this time, I was all the more richer and all the more drunk from my friends good naturedly badgering me to consume more so I might lose more. Unfortunately, their tactics had failed miserably for Lady Luck had been standing by my side and had aided me all through the brandy and wine that had passed through my lips. Stepping into the gaudy foyer of the bordello, my two companions and I gazed about smoke hazed halls, looking into the low-lit chambers of men and women gambling, drinking, and all about enjoying their night. The raise of voices in the far left sitting room caught my attention and, abandoning my friends, I went to investigate. "Who will give me five hundred pounds for this lovely innocent?!" Was the line that greeted me as I stepped into the room. Immediately, my gaze lifted to the tiny blonde child-woman that was standing on a center table, devoid of all clothing except for a tiny wisp of clothing which the girls here enjoyed calling a shift. Made of translucent cotton from being washed so many times, it made the fair, slender body of the girl all the more enticing. Already I could image feeling her fragile body beneath me, writhing, with her legs grasping eagerly at my waist, her tiny butt clenched in my hands to meet each of my thrusts while my lips sucking eagerly upon the large nipples I could see poking at the fabric of the shift, capping the small mounds of her breasts. While I daydreamed, I heard the call go up for five hundred, the auctioneer now asking for seven hundred. I could see the little darling shivering as her wide blue eyes took in the sea of male faces, all leering and appearing like a pack of wolves ready to pounce on a little lamb. Her hands were clutched at her sides and it appeared as if she was boldly trying to avoid tears. I doubt many in the room thought she was pure, for there were many girls within this very establishment that could feign innocence to perfection. I, however, had hopes and was quite willing to gamble away my earlier winnings on a chance that she might be quite truthful in her virgin shying. Stranding forcefully into the crowd I lift my hand high into the air, letting my voice boom over the usual din of the crowd. "Seventeen hundred pounds!" The room grew silent for a brief moment, and all looked at me, but my gaze was fixed on the girl. Her china doll stature quivered beneath my stare as her gaze lifted towards mine. I could see the faint stain of color slowly rising to her cheeks and I had to check the desire to grin. If I had my way, that blush would be staining her cheeks for quite some time. The auctioneer looked about the room and lifted the inquiring question I was dying to know. "I have seventeen hundred. Do I hear any more?" Beyond the usual soft buzz of conversation, everyone was silent. My gaze finally left the girl and turned to the portly man who was handling the affairs taking place. He looked a little hopeful at further bids but with the price I was offering, he was well off. With a nod of his head, he called out. "Sold." My heart leapt for joy and I watched my young beauty being removed from the table and slowly lead towards the back office. I saw a few hands reach out, pinching the soft flesh of her thighs and ass. I could only imagine the blush that came to her skin from such crass handling and had to calm myself before following, so excited I was afraid I might lose myself right there in my pants. Once I was certain I could continue without embarrassing myself I followed the duo into the office where the auctioneer had taken my prize, awaiting payment. She stood near the corner of the desk, shivering, and looking down at her bare toes. Her feet were tiny, just like the rest of her, and I felt almost barbaric in my need to have her. The auctioneer was grinning as he stood behind his messy desk, obvious eager to do business with nobility, but I just tossed down the notes of money equaling her price, plus a good seven hundred more for a room and a few surprises I had in my mind. As I was a usual, the man just accepted my silence, smirking as he could see the anticipation I had straining against the buttons of my pants. With a ring of a bell, a buxom girl dressed in a servants costume came in and giving me a knowing look, plus a wink, offered to lead the way. I paused, glancing at the auctioneer with a quirk of my eyebrow. Without a word, the man left, taking the servant with him. Grinning inwardly, I clasped my hands behind me and turned to the girl. I could see the look of trepidation that was there on her face. Her last hope of escaping and leaving her nightmare finally gone. An urge to see her bow to me built up, wanting to see the young creature beg for mercy from all I was going to do and have done to her, to see her cling to me and wrap herself about me in supplicating need. First, though, I would have to make her understand her position in my life. With idle ease, I reached out and caught her chin, turning her face towards me. The blonde curls fell loosely around her shoulders, giving her the look of an innocent Madonna. With a gentle smile, I stroked her cheek, ignoring the tremble of fear I felt. "Do you know who I am?" The question seemed loud in the silence that had enfolded in the room. I saw her jump at the sudden sound before giving a shake of her head. "No, sir." "I am your lord. Your master. You shall call me as such from now on." As I spoke, my hand slowly slid down from her cheek to her neck, petting over the exposed flesh of her chest then finally dropping to the shift. I began pulling it taunt in my fist, seeing more and more of her breasts as I pulled the fabric away. Suddenly, my hand dropped away. I could see the startled look in her eyes. She had been ready for me to rip the flimsy fabric from her body then shocked it hadn't happened. I smiled, knowingly before murmuring in a firm but low voice. "Strip." I could see the look of embarrassment, the wish to beg for me to leave her some decency but I gave her a harsh look, daring her to ask. I could see the change of her mind, the weak submission of her body as her shoulders slumped and she tugged the shift up and slowly revealed the trim thighs, slightly rounded belly, and budding breasts. She was hardly skin and bones but I would see her fattened a little. Finally, I let my gaze look down between her thighs, letting her know that was where my gaze was fixed by stepping closer and reaching out as if to almost brush my fingers against the junction. To my wonderful surprise, she was devoid of hair, all except a tiny strip at the top of her lips. Yet, the color was so faint you could barely see it. I knew I would pet the strip before parting her lips, and I felt so eager to bury something in her. My dick. My tongue. My fingers. It didn't matter. I wanted her squirming and panting this instant. Reaching out, I shoved much of the paperwork off the table, making a place where she could be seated with her legs hanging off. Turning, without a word, I walked to the door and called in the waiting chambermaid. Her name was Rosa. I had used her before. She was a sweet girl who was a bastard daughter of an old nobleman who had taken an opera singer from Spain as mistress. She tasted sweet and was a fan not only with the men but the women as well. I knew she would treat my toy well and after closing the door, I came before the girl, picking her up by grabbing hold of her bottom and placing her on the empty space of the desk. Turning to Rosa, I smiled. "I need her eager and whimpering. I trust you know when to stop." When Rosa nodded, I turned to the girl and reached out, petting her hair as I leaned my hip against the table, close to her. "Now, young one, part your legs nice and wide, and open yourself for Rosa." She looked at me bewildered. I knew she didn't understand but she would, in time. Smiling, still patient, I let one hand fall to her legs, warm on her skin as I gave a squeeze. "Part your legs..." I could see she wasn't willing to but she did, only a little. Frowning, I gave a pinch to her inner thigh, watching her legs jerk wide to avoid the pain then try to snap shut. "No. Keep them open. I want them opened wide." She looked up at me trying to ask with silent looks not to make me do this. But I just stared into the beautiful depths of her eyes, slowly pushing on her inner thigh to make it open more. Finally, she gave in and opened her legs wide, not stopping until I patted her thigh. Rosa, this whole time, was smiling as she watched. Stepping closer, she waited before the girl's spread legs. Now, the next task I knew was going to be upsetting for the girl, but I wanted it to be. I wanted to see her break down in tears. Reaching out I took one of the girl's hands and placed it over her pussy lips, putting pressure on her fingers so that the lips started to part a little. "Now, open yourself up nice and wide for Rosa, just as you did your legs." I watched, waiting for the balking, the pleading looks, the begging before she gave in. She was too sweet, too passive not to not to give in, in the end. I watched the color build up in her breasts and crawl up her chest and neck, to her face. Her nipples were standing on points, from being cold or fear I wasn't sure, but she was presenting a pretty picture indeed. A tear slipped from her eye as her fingers slowly pulled her lips apart before Rosa, giving an easy view of the pink interior, the tiny clit hidden by the hood and further below. We all paused a second, as if waiting, before the girl sobbed and sighed, not lifting her gaze. I turned to Rosa and smiled, giving a nod. With a turn back to my prize, I reached out and began stroking the breast closest to me, letting the hard nipple rub repeatedly against my palm. "That's a good girl. You did very well. Now, watch Rosa. I want you to see everything she does, so you cannot look away." The girl looked at me and, not quite understanding yet, turned to Rosa. Rosa smiled at her and moved more between her legs, leaning down to give the girl's tummy a kiss, the soft warm hands of the darker woman rubbing over the tender thighs of the young girl. I could see the wild pulse of the girl in her throat as she watched Rosa, blue eyes wide and lips parted in shock, as Rosa slowly kissed her way down towards the girl's hand that was holding her open to view. With a start, the girl covered herself with her hand, shaking her head a little. She turned to me and shook her head more. "No, please. Don't. Please don't make me-" I stopped her short by giving a small, light tap to her mouth with my hand. I think she was surprised that I had hit her, mild as it was, because she stopped talking. Without a word from me she only took in a few more breaths and turned back to Rosa, who was waiting between her legs; resuming the position I had instructed her to take. It was majestic, seeing her despair and obvious discomfort able being so open to Rosa, watching her so close to her most intimate place. Rosa seemed to enjoy the girl's embarrassment as well, for she prolonged the moment her lips would touch the virgin flesh, blowing on it and sniffing it. I heard a soft moan from the girl, saw the color that was filling her face up, her eyelashes fluttering as she tried to follow my commands to the letter. Finally Rosa gave in and began planting soft kisses to the flesh. I watched the girl jump and thought to soothe her, brushing my hands over her breasts, toying with her nipples a little. She whimpered softly and I gave a kiss to her cheek, before letting my head rest against hers, seeing Rosa's head resting between the girl's legs, seeing the full lips brush over the tender flesh against and again, giving soft kisses around the girl's clit. From our view, I could see the clit growing, slowly peeking out from beneath the hood. In return, I could feel precum soaking into my pants, creating a darker spot on the already black pants, knowing that the girl wasn't sure what was going on but was starting to enjoy what was happening to her. Rosa seemed to notice this excitement from the girl's body as well, for she began to plant kisses all over the girl's clit. The girl breathed softly, her eyes wide and softening as she watched Rosa, her tongue stroking over her lips a little. Her legs jerked a little from the touch on her sensitive clit, but she didn't try to fight Rosa's attention. Encouraged by this, I watched Rosa let her tongue began to lap slowly at the clit. The girl gasped, her free hand flying out to grab my leg, her eyes wide and shocked, still watching Rosa. Rosa kept her hands firm on the girl's thighs, continuing to lap repeatedly at the now hard clit, that was eagerly seeking the attention. The girl moaned softly, almost inaudibly, shivering beneath Rosa's ministrations. Giving a kiss to the girl's temple I whispered to her. "Enjoying yourself, my pet?" I could see the blush immediately stain the girl's cheeks, obviously embarrassed because she did enjoy it. Kneading the girl's thighs, Rosa looked up into the blue eyes, letting her lips wrap around the clit and suck gently. The girl made a choking sound and I felt her nails tug at the cloth of my pants, her hips scooting forward on the desk. Keeping her in place, Rosa let her tongue tease back and forth over the clit as she sucked on it, her face pressed firmly between the girl's thighs. I could smell the scent of arousal in the air, the sweet, musky scent of a woman who was eager for attention. I wasn't sure if it was Rosa or the girl though. I had no doubt that Rosa was enjoying herself but the girl was still too new for me to know for sure. As Rosa drew back and began licking from top to bottom over the girl, I could see she had given up all signs of embarrassment, her hips arching outward toward Rosa. Rosa began to lick into the entrance of the girl before lifting her head and smiling at me. "She tastes so sweet and she is starting to flood my face." The girl blushed at the words and squirmed a little but I just smiled, letting a hand slide down between her legs and dab at the entrance, feeling all the juices gathered there before lifting it to the girl's clit and massaging it gently with my finger. "Very nice. I can see she will be able to pay off nicely." Nodding, Rosa leaned down and began to lick eagerly. Watching my finger and Rosa's face pushed against her I heard her tiny pants, her soft moans as her hips tried to work back and forth against both of us. I tapped her clit a little, patting it softly so that her hips jerked and twisted before massaging it once more. When she began becoming vocal and straining hard towards Rosa's face, the chambermaid stopped and stood up. Leaning close she kissed the girl, letting her tongue thrust between the already parted lips so that the girl could taste herself. I knew my new pet wasn't expecting that and cried out a little in surprise before pleasure, Rosa distracting her a bit by grinding her thigh into the eager pussy. As Rosa drew back, I could see the dazed, lust filled gaze of the girl watch the woman before turning back to me. I smiled and leaned close. "Do you want her to continue?" I watched the girl nod just a little, a blush filling her cheeks. Yet, she held her legs wide, her fingers holding back the lips. From this view, I could see the gather of juices of the girl, a small puddle gathering beneath her hips as she watched Rosa. Glancing at Rosa, I saw the chambermaid stroking herself through her skirt; the damp spot showing on her skirt as she fondled her breasts with her other hand. Turning back to the girl I cupped a hand over her mound, giving a gently squeeze and rubbing my fingers over her. She gave a soft, grateful sound, her body lurching forward a little, trying to push more into the gentle touch. Shaking my head, I smile, pulling my hand back and licking a finger clean. "Not that easy, my pet. You must earn it." I could see the look of startled bewilderment at my statement, her mind trying to grasp what I meant through the haze of arousal that was clouding her mind. Slowly she began to nod, as if not certain yes was the right answer or if there even was an answer. It was her willingness to continue that received my approval, though, and I reached up beginning to fondle her breasts once more. "And you will do as you are told?" Again, she nodded, the slow hesitant movement that spoke of her insecurity of the situation. Nodding, I stood up and tugged her to her feet, giving a kiss to her lips before moving to the door and opening it wide. Turning back, I motioned to the girl. "Rosa will lead you to the room we will be using." Smiling, I reached up to cup her cheek as she stepped closer to me as I spoke. "Do not hide yourself from the men or women as you pass them." The blush filled her cheeks and I could see her pleading with her eyes, trying to ask for some mercy in all this. Shaking my head, I gave a pat to her backside, sending her towards the doorway, where Rosa waited just outside the portal, smiling as she motioned for her to come. The girl sobbed softly before bowing her head and walking out of the room. Turning, I went back to the desk to sit where I had been, playing with the small puddle of the girl's juices that remained there. I hoped by the time I followed up to the room the girl would be more aroused then ever, with tears and a pink bottom. I knew the crowd wouldn't let her walk away without giving a feel. The men would pat and pinch her assets and the women would try to tease her to a desperate state of arousal. Rosa would keep the crowd in check for the most part, and make sure the new prize would hold still to the ministrations. I grinned as I picked up the discarded shift and cleaned off the desk with it, thinking that Rosa might actually add to the girl's plight as she assisted others who wished to play with her. I guess I will find out when I go up. Sold Ch. 01 * I could not believe the situation I was in! I was standing in front of a group of people all of which were strangers and my husband was in the process of selling my clothes! He was telling them I was a reluctant stripper who needed encouragement to showing my body and what was he bid for my little black dress! Let me explain a bit about how I find myself in this situation. I had heard about a new club in the big city, a club where live sex, totally uncensored sex, could be seen on stage. I knew the name of the club and where it was. I had always had a big sex drive and being much more adventurous than James my husband, I was interested. My name? I am Vanessa, we have been married almost ten years. We are white Americans from mixed european descent. Me mostly Irish, hence the red hair, him middle europe hence a swarthy look. We have a good lifestyle and are happily married with two great children aged seven, twins, one of each. I had my tubes tied after a difficult pregnancy. I had told my husband of the new club and expressed an interest in a visit. He had turned the idea down flat and would not talk about it.. Now I must admit that I really wanted to visit this club and after several attempts to discuss the visit all of which were turned down by James, I began to scheme ways to bring up the topic of watching other people having sex. James did not object to 'X' rated DVD's, but he almost never watched for long being more interested in me than what was showing on the screen. My strategy was to raise the topic at all and every opportunity, all to no avail, so I began to be rather cruel. One night I remember I had declined to give him a blowjob and asked him if he would like to see a man with a big black cock get a blowjob from a beautiful young white woman, right up close on a stage; just a few feet away. He had reacted rather roughly. He had grabbed my head twisted my hair in his fingers and really fucked my mouth very hard. I loved the unusual action, but did not like his refusal to visit the sex club. I began to be devious, then really nasty. Our sex life began to suffer and I admit that it was all my fault! Eventually my husband had agreed for us to visit the sex club. I knew that there was some sort of sexy display, full frontal, total nudity of males and females, and live sex on stage; that sort of display. It had taken me months to get him to agree to this special night out! I just could not remove from my mind the sensual view of another couple making love! Watching a woman pleasure a man in front of an audience was burning impressions into my mind; and now we were here, ready to watch, but things had gone desperately awry! This sex club had some sort of entrance condition. I did not hear a word of what this entrance condition was, but did hear my husband James laugh as we entered the dimly light room. I heard the door attendant say, 'Bet she wins the door prize.' Well I was dressed to kill, made up to the nines and really hot, but I had not expected this. I had been a really nasty bitch in the three months it had taken me to persuade him to come with me to the sex club. I had even resorted to torture. I had stopped giving him a blowjob seconds before he would have cum. He had retaliated and fucked my face after grabbing me by the hair. I had not given him head since. Now here we were, in the place I wanted to be; but it was me on the stage! I had really bought this upon myself because when he had finally agreed, he had extracted a solemn promise from me. To do everything he told me to when we were in the club! I was only to speak when spoken to! I was to sit where he wanted us to sit. I was to drink what he told me to drink. I was to be a trophy wife visiting a sex club for a thrilling night out. If I failed to obey his every command, he would exact a terrible price. I would not get any money for personal items for an entire year. He would be in total control of the family finances. He had made me hand over my credit cards. And taken all the money from my purse and all the money in the house! I had been so desperate to visit this den of iniquity I had agreed to his every instruction. I had not given a thought to the power that I had given him, but here he was about to sell my clothes! I thought about the oath I had sworn and what it would cost me to break it. The thought of no money for clothes, shoes, make-up, or hair do's for an entire year. I had had to give him my credit card and bankbook before we left home that evening, there was no way I could endure a year without money! I replayed how I had ended up on this stage. I was surprised when James agreed we dress up and more surprised at his approval of my scandalous little black dress. I was more surprised when we set out early. There were not many people in the club when we arrived and James had surprised me even more by selecting a table right next to the small raised dance floor/stage area. There was seating at tables for about a hundred people. He had asked the scantily clad waitress for a small carafe of white wine for himself and a Vodka tonic for me. He had chatted with me about the place and what I thought of it. He had watched two young women do a pole dance stripping to the buff and flashing lots of tit and pussy. He had watched me get hotter and hotter. When the master of ceremonies announced the winner of the door prize, I was surprised to find a champagne bucket being bought to our small table. I had not taken any notice of the whispered conversation with my husband, but had woken up with a jolt when a naked woman, one of the pole dancers was taking my hand and pulling me up the two small steps onto the stage. I was more surprised when James began to speak into a microphone the MC had given him. James was going to sell my clothes! My attention came back to his voice saying my name, bought me out of my rueful reflection. He was telling me to remove my dress! He knew that the undies that I was wearing beneath the dress concealed very little. I was shaking in my shoes as I reluctantly reached for the zipper. A young woman was making her way through the tables and stepping up on to the small stage beside me. I wanted to speak, but did not dare. I unzipped the dress and let it fall from my shoulders. The young woman was quite a lot bigger than me, the dress would not fit her at all well. I was confused to see her unzipping her dress and she stepped out of hers as I stepped out of mine. Her underwear was scantier than mine, her nipples were on view above the platform bra and her tiny thong was almost transparent. She tossed my dress over her left shoulder and taking my dress strode off the stage handing her dress to my husband. Her near nude look took the attention from me and she got a rousing cheer as she made her way back to her table not making any attempt to cover up. I dare not cover up, I stood self consciously waiting for the attention to return to me. This happened a few seconds after she sat down and I heard my husband ask who wanted to buy my bra! I was somehow having another flash back! Remembering just how nasty I had been to him in my efforts to get him to agree to visit this place and now he was going to have me expose my breasts! I thought about the threat of no money for a year. I knew I was going to agree to strip, even the panties. I gave him a big smile as he agreed a price and a buyer for my bra. In my flash back I had not listened to the sale of my bra so I was startled when a young man advanced to the stage and then stepped up to stand in front of me. It was a front opening bra. I almost shrieked when his fingers touched the swell of my left breast as he fumbled to un-hook it. I was trying not to look at him. I closed my eyes as I felt a cool breeze waft across my exposed nipples, the young man slipped the bra off my shoulders and I let him take it from my arms. I felt his hot breath as he bent to remove it. He was very close to my now engorged nipples. A cheer went up as he took his trophy from the stage and handed my husband some money. Again, I dared not cover up so stood as straight as I could while the cheers died down and waited for what my husband would do about what little I was standing in. I was relieved to hear him offer a stocking. He was only asking one dollar. There was a forest of hands going up and he chose an older man, a black man! I stood still and waited for the man to hand over the dollar and then mount the stage. I was about to remove the stocking when my husband spoke sharply. "No Vanessa he is to remove the stocking!" The man grinned and squatted in front of me. I could feel his breath on the top of my thighs. I felt his warm fingers on my thigh and felt them stroke down to my ankle. I heard my husband telling me to let him take my shoe off first. I lifted the foot; I had to put a hand on the black man's shoulder as he removed the shoe. I then felt his hot hands travel back up my leg. His fingers were inside the stocking top; undoing the suspender. I felt his breath on my scarcely covered ass as the second popper was undone. He then slowly rolled the stocking from my left leg. "Now let him put the shoe back on Vanessa." I had to hold on tight as he struggled to get the shoe back on my foot. I knew I was wet, I knew the man could smell my aroused state. He eventually got the shoe on and returned to the audience with his trophy. I was soon the centre of attention again. I was surprised to hear my husband offering my panties for sale. I now knew that James was going to sell all my clothes. I just dreaded to think what he was going to allow when it came to the other stocking and the suspender belt. I went into flash back mode again, regretting the way I had nagged him and withheld sex from him in my desperation to get him to visit this place. I tried not to listen to the banter that was going on about the panties. Again, I was rather shocked to see a woman coming towards me. She stood beside me and hitched her dress up and removed her panties then without pulling the dress down knelt before me showing her now naked ass to the audience and pulled my now wet panties down and off. She stood to applause and again with her dress still rouched up around her waist took her panties to my husband, and then made her way back to her seat to wild cheers, waving my panties above her head. The cheering died down and the right stocking went next. A youngish man was knelt in front of my naked wet pussy removing the shoe, then the stocking, then replacing the shoe. His hot breath was directed at my sopping wet pussy all the time. As he left the stage I was thankful that my ordeal was almost over, there was just the garter belt to remove. Again, I did not listen to the sale. I was regretting the treatment I had meted out to my husband. I was going to be a good wife from now on. I just needed to finish this ordeal get him home and let him fuck me any and every way he wanted. Again, there was a buyer and the audience volume fell to almost total silence as another, younger black man, approached the stage. He held a few notes out to my husband, bent towards him, and said something softly to him. My husband grinned and pushed the proffered money back. I could not believe what my husband was saying. The young man had offered to remove the garter belt with his teeth. The crowd clapped and the young, very black man was grinning at me as he took hold of my hips and I felt his lips on my belly. I was trembling almost unable to stand. He began to pull the garment down. Soon his mouth was close to my pubic area. But he shuffled around and the elastic was now across my butt. He let the elastic go and the shock bought a squeak from my voice, the first sound I had made. He shuffled round and pushed his face to my crutch and I felt his tongue touch my pink flesh parts as he pretended to grip the garter belt in his teeth. He made a meal of it and everyone knew that he was using his tongue to taste my wet pussy. I was growing redder and a lot hotter as he eventually got the garment below my crotch. I almost died when my husband told me to lift a leg so the man could release it from the garter belt. The man was going to have a real close-up view of my now very hot, very wet cunt. I lifted my right leg and the man pulled the belt slowly down the thigh and I had to hold on his shoulders as he had the left side of the garment trapped beneath his right hand. I had to struggle to get my right leg free. "Ok Vanessa now lift the other leg and let him have the belt. You have done very well." I felt the mans tongue at my pussy lips again as he got a close-up look and feel as I lifted my left leg and the ordeal was over. The man returned to his seat with the belt over his shoulder. I looked expectantly at James waiting to be told to return to our table. I was wondering how long he would make me stand there naked. I wondered if he expected me to sit beside him totally naked. I guessed it would be at least until we had watched a live sex act. I began to worry as I heard his voice again. He was selling an opportunity to taste my wet cunt to a female member of the audience! The awful realization came to me while offer and counter offer was made. My Husband was going to offer me for sex on the stage. He was now going to sell me! I was going to be the live sex show this evening! I remembered telling him of wanting to watch all sorts of sexual acts in the months when I was trying to persuade him to let us visit this place. It dawned upon me that some if not all of those fantasies were going to be carried out, but I was not going to get to watch. I was going to be doing them. I wondered just how far he was going to go! I wanted to watch, not participate, but no money for a year was a penalty I just could not face. I would have to do as he wished. James was selling me to the highest bidder... For public sex! Here and now in this club, with him watching! I came back to earth with a jolt as a young black woman was making her way on to the stage. Just what had James just sold? I watched in horror as the young woman made a good job of stripping, her trim taught body was now advancing upon me getting closer and closer. I began to back away and found my butt against a bench of some sort. Covered in soft plush material, a deep red fucking bench. The young woman was pushing my shoulders back and I knew I had to lie back and open my legs. I had always wondered what it would be like to have a woman suck my clitoris. I was a little confused as the young woman pushed me back further and made her way towards my head, which was now overhanging the end of the short bench. I felt her fingers twist around my hair and found myself looking at a black woman's wet cunt from very close quarters. The awful realization was soon confirmed. "Suck it Vanessa!" said my husband. I experimentally extended my tongue and found the sweet juicy folds of the young woman who pulled my face between her legs. I lapped and found the sensation very exciting. I felt her grip my head with her thighs and move forwards. Her hands were now on my breasts. I put my arms behind her butt and pulled her forwards. I felt her fold forwards and felt her breasts touch my stomach then felt her breath on my pussy. I then went to heaven as she began to lick and suck me. I went wild sucking her back trying to keep time with her, but this was all too much for me and I lost concentration and stopped sucking her as I had a huge orgasm. I was making a lot of noise. I was gasping for breath. I was aware that the audience was cheering and the young woman was getting off my body. "You. Owe. Me. One. Vanessa!" I heard the young woman say as she regained her feet. I heard her telling James that she wanted another go later! I came crashing back to earth; later? Just how far was James going to take this. I heard his voice offering a blowjob. He was telling the audience that I had used to be rather good at it, but was rather out of practice; so again he was offering the first for one dollar, the second for five and the third for twenty! He was now selling my mouth to three men! I lay back on the bench, not daring to move, not daring to look any more, and not daring to make a sound! I heard the audience settle as the three lucky men made their way to the stage. I felt the bench swing round so my head was now side on to the majority of the floor area. I saw a brown dick semi- hard advancing. There was a drop of pre-cum at its tip. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue across the growing cock. I was surprised at how sweet the sticky fluid tasted. I licked round the growing bulbous end and opened wider as the now harder cock slid into my mouth. I felt hands on my breasts and began to respond to the urgent thrusting by licking sucking and blowing. The cock was quite large now and the man was being quite rough with my tits. He thrust right in and past my gag reflex. I felt him begin to spurt cum down my throat. He had lasted less than a minute I was rather disappointed when he pulled his sticky member from my mouth. I pulled it back to my mouth and sucked the dregs from him. I felt the bench being rotated a little and a hard white uncircumcised cock, fully 8" was being pushed against my lips. I opened, licked, and slurped. The man's hands were on my breasts then one moved down to my pussy. I felt my nether lips being parted as he began to thrust into my mouth. He was frigging my clitoris as he pushed past my throat and began to pound me. I did my best to suck and blow, but had to push him hard to get him to pull out and give me a breath. I was close to orgasm when he plunged right into my throat and his balls were against my nose. He began to thrust hard and my clitoris was almost bursting as I felt him spurt once, twice, three times, four times and then a final fifth time. I was getting desperate for a breath, but found an orgasm came first. He bucked and thrust as I came, then he pulled out. I took a big breath then screamed and howled as he frigged my clitoris. I came down a little and sucked the dripping end of his monster cock still oozing white cum. Again, I was surprised at the nice taste. I sucked and blew giving him a long suck in appreciation. He stood and I was laying there panting for quite a while. I just lay there my head over the end of the bench. Regaining my breath. I was going to really give the third cock a great blowjob. I felt the bench rotate again, probably half a turn and there was a large, black as coal, cock. A big drop of pre-cum was glistening there ready for me. I took the cock in my left hand and put my right behind the man and began to lick, flick and suck. The cock grew harder and longer. The man's hands were being quite brutal with my tits. He spurted twice before pulling back and the rest of his spunk splashed across my face. I was having another climax. He released my breasts and returned to the audience to loud cheers. I had a few moments to regain my breath and desperately wanted this to go on. I needed a cock inside me. I needed to be fucked! My husband 'James' was speaking again. "Now Vanessa is a highly sexed woman and needs a lot of satisfaction so I think she would like more than one of you to fuck!" 'What? He was going fulfilling all of my fantasies, all in one go!' "Is that right Vanessa you would like more than one man to fuck you?" Sold Ch. 01 I found myself nodding, and then almost shouting, "Yes. Two, no Three, all at the same time!" 'There,' I thought. 'That will make James think and end this silly exhibition right now!' Of course, I wanted to fuck, but he was really pushing the limits now! I wondered just how we would get out of here if I did not fuck someone. I just hoped it would be James. Perhaps he really meant to fuck me himself here on this stage in front of all these people. "Ok you heard her. There are three positions available, what am I offered. How about one hundred each!" I was in shock, he really was going to watch me be fucked by three men! I held my breath and listened to the exchange. I saw hands go up all round the room. "OK two hundred." A few hands dropped. "Ok five hundred." More hands fell. "Ok Six hundred, and there were four hands still held up. "Ok six hundred it is, she will suck and fuck all four of you!" I could not believe my ears; my husband had sold me to these four men. One of the men said, "how about anal?" Another said. "How about DP?" "Ok Seven fifty each and she will let you have her any way you want!" I was in shock, but my insides were quivering in anticipation. He really was fulfilling my fantasies. Hands were in pockets and money was changing hands. I found myself sitting down legs splayed apart, playing with my pussy in front of over a hundred people as four men began taking their clothes off. I did not know how much sex I was going to see, but I was surely going to get fucked! My husband blew me a kiss as he put the wad of cash in his pocket. The first pair of hands found my hot body. My life as a live sex performer began. To be continued if you like it!