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3/29/2022 8:52 am

Meat market

She awoke to find herself lying on a mattress on the floor. The room had no other furniture and was dimly lit by a low powered bulb hanging from the ceiling. Her mouth was dry and she felt disorientated. She tried to remember how she came to be here.
All that she could recount was standing at the bus stop and a van slowing as it approched..and.and what else?...yes!...There was a suffocating sensation and an overpowering smell in her mouth and nostrils.
She was lying on her side on the bed dressed as she was when she left home, only her shoes were missing. She tried to move but found her wrists chained behind her back and a chain fastened her ankles. She manages to stand and shuffle towards the door. With her hands behind her it was difficult to try the handle but eventually she was able to turn it but to no avail, for the door was locked.
She moves back to the bed and waits. After what seems an eternity, she hears voices in the distance. There were many and the noise rose, at times almost excitedly, and then fell. This happened repeatedly.
She hears the door being unlocked. A figure, a man, strode towards her and roughly pulls her to her feet.
“What is happening? Where am I? What are you doing?” she heard herself cry out.
The man gruffly spoke, “Keep your fucking mouth closed bitch!”
He grasps her by the shoulders, his grip strong and his fingers calloused as he begins to pull her to the door.
“Where are you taking me?” she cries.
He merely laughs.
“I'll tell you this bitch“, he replies “you are going to the meat market to be sold.”
“Sold? Wwwhat do you mean?” she whimpers, her voice trembling.
“Forget or what you were bitch, now you are only meat, to be done with as your new owner pleases. If you are lucky you will only be used, tortured and beaten repeatedly. The crowd bidding at this auction are a sadistic lot” He sneers.
With that he drags her though the door and down a corridor, the voices were getting nearer. She starts to shake as they head towards another door, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drags her along. The voices getting louder as they approach then total silence as they enter the brightly lit room. She could feel every eye in the room on her, boring into her flesh.
Her capture drags her shaking body to where a podium stands, there behind it stands a man holding a gavel. He leers at her as he takes hold of the chains holding her hands. Yanking it he pushes her around to the front of the podium, glancing around she notices every person in the room was . Every shape, size and colour imaginable.
“Turn her round.” One shouts out.
She is slowly turned round, she closes hers eyes. The stench in the room makes her stomach turn. Thoughts run through her head, what was going on? Why did the first man say she was to be sold? Sold to whom and for what purpose? Who were all these men and why their interest in her?
“She’s wearing too much.” Another voice shouts out. The rest jeer and join in the chant to remove her clothes.
The man takes a knife and cuts down the front of her blouse, she opens her mouth to object but nothing comes out. Shivering she desperately tries to cower away from the crowd, desperately she tries to cover up her flesh as he rips her blouse and skirt from her but the chains bite into her flesh as she moves.
The cool air hits her body and sends goose bumps all over, standing in just her bra and panties. Her head hangs low as the men in the room start to shout and jeer. Different things are shouted out and the man complies with each, forcing her to open her mouth wide, spreading her thighs wide with his hands. She again tries to protest but her mouth is dry and no sound comes out.
“A fine specimen of ,” the man laughs as he grabs hold of her breasts. “I’m sure you gentlemen will agree that this one will serve well.”
He roughly gropes her breasts, ripping her bra from her body. She lets out a whimper and gasps as her breasts are revealed for all to see. Cursing at her body for its reaction to his rough touch, his fingers callused and rough on her breasts and nipples. He lets go of the chains and moves back to the podium leaving her stood bound and naked but her panties.
‘Move quickly’ her brain sent the to her legs, ‘run, you can do it, you can get free’.
Her legs did not move, her body stands motionless her eyes darting round the crowd of men. All were looking her over, she could feel their eyes all over her flesh.
The bidding starts and she just stands there motionless, her mouth opens as she hears how high the bidding is getting. How could these men bid for her, she was no ones property to sell, she was not for sale. The bids were getting higher, the man behind the podium was saying words that she was trying to understand but these words just made the men bid higher.
It got to just three of the men bidding, all three looked like they could keep bidding and bidding.
“Come on Balthazar show us everything she has to offer.” One of the bidders shouts.
With this the man moves from behind the podium and with one tug ripped the final bit of material of her body. Squirming and whimpering she tries desperately to cover herself but to no avail, her hands still bound behind her back. Looking round she hopes that someone, anyone will come to her rescue but not one moves to help, the crowd goes wild and voices are raised.
Then one eager bidder jumpers onto the stage close to where she is stood, cowering she is relieved when he is removed by a big rough looking bloke. The crowd jeers and there’s a bit of a commotion as the auctioneer tries to calm them all. Again her brain tells her to run, where to she did not know but neither the less her brain sent the and again her body betrays her.
“Now now gentlemen please.” He bellows “The bidding stands at 5 thousand, anyone else?” He looks round the room at the gathered men.
The room falls silent as they wait, no other bid is made. Balthazar
brings the gavel down and declares her ‘SOLD’, her body shudders uncontrollably as her new ‘Owner’ moves towards her.
His tall frame looms above her as he takes hold of the chains, his hands the size of shovels move over her flesh. His breath close to her ear as his hands move roughly over her breasts and down over her stomach. He watches her flinch and tries to turn away, a look of disgust on her face but hard as she tries she can not move away from him.
“Now now slut,” He sneers “you will be taken to a room to await me, I’ve still some business to attend to here.” He grips hold of her breasts and squeezes them, listening to her cry . Laughing he motions for her to be taken away, he watches her slowly walk and knows he will enjoy breaking in this slut.
He always enjoys the challenge of breaking in a new slut, he had decided he needed a bit more of a challenge and was here not only to buy a new one but also to sell one. He had brought her a few months ago but she turned not to be what he wanted. He makes his way to his seat again and watches as the slut he is selling is brought in.
The sale room erupts as it had before, men shouting out to have her clothes removed. He had brought her here wearing just a robe and with a hood over her face, he had not told her she was to be resold. He was sick of her tears and insolence, at first he enjoyed her feistiness but now she was just a liability.
He watches as the hands bob up and down, his mind not fully on the room as it starts to wonder to the slut he has just brought. He hears the gavel being brought down and looks up, hearing the sold price of 3 thousand and smiles thinking not a bad day at all.
Walking out the room to sort out the he congratulates the new Owner of his old slut after wishing him all the best he resists laughing. Handing over the he owes he heads to where his new slut awaits him. Reaching in his pocket he pulls a collar and leash, opening the door he looks round for her.
Cowering in the corner she watches as he enters, maybe it’s all been a bad joke or dream. Maybe he was going to set her free, her heart sinks as she sees the items in his hand.
“P p p please d d don’t hurt me. Please let me go, I wont tell anyone about this.” she stammers as he moves towards her.
Grabbing hold of her hair in his empty hand he forces her head back, looking down at her he laughs and proceeds to place the collar and leash around her neck. Pulling tightly on her hair before releasing it to fasten the collar.
“you are not going anywhere slut. From now on you belong to me, you are nothing to me but something to use and abuse as I see fit.” He drags her shaking body onto her knees “you will address me as Sir, you will obey my every command and I mean EVERY command. You have no anymore, you will answer to any I care to give you.” He watches the fear in her eyes, watches the tears trickle down her face.
“P please let me go, please this is not right. I belong to no one.” her tears falling freely down her cheeks.
He raises his hand and brings it sharply across her wet cheek, hearing her cry as his hand print appears on her face.
“No more bleating slut, I advise not to get on my bad side if you don’t wish another slap. me Sir and speak only when spoken to, and then only if I allow it.” His face inches away from hers.
He wraps the leash tightly around his hand and tugs on it forcing her forward onto her hands and knees. As much as she tries to resist she could only comply and although she wants desperately to beg, plead with him, tell him it’s a mistake she keeps quiet as her cheek throbs.
“Ahhh you learn quickly.” He laughs walking her around the room.
Feeling like a being taken for a walk she stops suddenly feeling him yank on the leash, she refuses to move. He comes to her side and grips hold of her hair, lifting her head up to look at him.
“I’m not moving, I’m not supposed to be here.” she mutters “I belong to no one, there’s been a mistake. Please let me go and I will never utter a word of this to anyone.” She tries to sound like he did not scare her, that she was not going to back down.
He raises his hand and brings it down on her other cheek, his eyes boring into hers as his fingers pull her hair tightly. Her cries and tears having no effect on him except for bring a sadistic smile to his face.
“Fair enough you don’t want to do it the easy way we will do it the hard way.”
Letting the leash drop he grabs hold of her arms, his fingers digging into her flesh. Dragging her over to the middle of the room, He attaches her collar to the overhead chain and hook. He removes a whip from its wall bracket, swishing it through the air. Her hands immediately go to her neck, trying in vain to remove the locked collar. As she tries to unhook the leash, the first lash of the whip on her back makes her scream with pain and she drops her arms, trying to protect her tender flesh.
He laughs at her scream and brings the whip across her back again and again. She tries to run from the searing pain, but the leash keeps her from going anywhere. He judges where she will be and expertly cracks it again, this time across her full breasts. Over and over he uses the whip on her body leaving deep welts, never hitting the spot twice.
Before too long, she can no longer resist and her legs begin to buckle, her mind swimming, unable to focus on anything but the pain and the gleeful look on his face as he abuses her.
Laughing loudly he recoils the whip and moves closer to her crumpled marked body. Roughly he moves the whip over her, over each welt, her whimpers only serving as encouragement for him to carry on. His fingers moving down over her stomach and between her thighs.
“ Pl..please.” she manages to beg.
As if not to hear her feeble plea he moves his fingers up and down over her thighs, his fingers brushing against her welted pussy. He can feel a slight wetness, he slides his index finger along her pussy lips. Watching as her body writhes and the whimpers escape from her lips.
“ Ready to submit to me?” He asks as he slides the tip of his index finger just inside her pussy lips. Slowly moving it up towards her clit, he circles his finger tip lightly over it then back down pushing his finger inside her.
“Oh God please ohhhhh.” she gasps and moans as he adds another finger then another.
Thrusting his fingers deeper and harder inside her, he reaches with his other hand and starts to pinch and pull at her clit. Her pussy muscles contracting and relaxing around his fingers as her body jerks. He stops thrusting his fingers in and but keeps her clit between his thumb and finger.
“You can cum slut when I say. Now do you submit yourself to me?” He pinches hard on her clit.
“ ohh fuckk,” she gasps “ yes, yes I do, ohhhh please ohhhh please Sir please.” Shocking herself with her words but her body so desperate for release.
He thrusts his fingers harder and deeper into her, his thumb and finger pulling and pinching harder on her clit. His mouth inches away from her ear, his breath and heavy against her flesh.
“Cum then my little , cum for me. Show me what a nasty, dirty cum slut I have.”
His words sending shivers down her spine, the names he was calling her sent a tingle to her core as her pussy contracts on his fingers as she cums. He thrusts them once again deep in her then slides them and lifts them to his mouth, sucking them he watches as her body shudders, as her breath slows down.
Looking over her marked glistening body He knows this is just the start of bringing the true slut out in her and him breaking her in to his way of thinking.

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