The door opened, and footsteps were heard...one...then two...three...maybe four sets. Then she heard in a low whisper, "So this is the slave you want to sell, huh? Is she good?" The master replied, "I don't know; every time I get near her she cries."

From the back of the room a voice called, "Well if we're gonna bid on her, we should at least have a chance to try her first."

"Go ahead," came the reply. "Will that be all at once, or separately?"

Suddenly, she felt three sets of hands roaming her body, roughly stroking her. Her master laughed in the background, as one of them said, "Can we turn her over? We want to see her butt too."

At that, the master unlocked the cuffs, turned her over and re-locked them. "There you go," he said, checking to see how wet she was, then moving away and just watching.

The door opened...smaller feet shuffled in...another slave perhaps?

"On your knees, my little bitch slave, and suck it," she heard her master tell the slave. She couldn't believe her ears as the prospective buyers still roamed her body with their hands and then their tongues.

"Good slave," she heard him say to the other one, as one of the buyers at that same moment inserted his tongue inside her.

They stopped. Not hearing anything, she wondered what was happening. Warm flesh rubbed her butt...then what seemed like cold rubber inserted into her pussy. My god, she thought...she was being forced with a dildo from the other slave.

A hand stroked her hair, as she felt the warmth of someone's breath...realizing it was her master. Whispering in her ear, he said, "Such a nice slave; maybe I should keep you for myself after all."

As quickly as she felt a dildo go in her, it left her body. She spasmed a bit, then heard nothing again. The door closed and she was all alone to think about what just happened.

She wondered how she got into the mess she was in, what she did during her life to deserve this type of treatment.

The door opened and two pairs of hands unlocked the cuffs. They took her off the bed...then down the hall to another room. She was helped into a tub of warm water, which slightly aroused her...her nipples were hard, her clit growing. Whoever these two were, they weren't gonna give her the satisfaction she craved and needed.

Other slaves dried her off, sending shock waves through her body at their roughness with the towel. Handcuffing her hands behind her back, she was lead farther down the hall. Stopping, she was instructed to kneel down. The blindfold was removed, and there in front of her was her master, sitting in his chair, his robe open, and displaying a rather large erection. "So, my little slave girl, how shall you please me?"

Looking up into the his eyes, she licked her lips...her eyes asked if this was what the master would like. She realized she was still handcuffed

Picking her up from the floor, he carried her to the bed, laying her down. It was then that she realized they weren't alone...there were at least a half dozen other people in the room; all with their eyes fixed on her. Blushing with the thought she was going be the show for the day, she felt his hand move down between her legs...he was checking to see how excited she was.

Gasping, she felt his tongue touch her mound, then flick across her clit. It was all she could do to control herself. As his mouth moved up her body past her navel to her breasts, he took each one inside his mouth, sucking. Moving up, his lips were on hers, gently at first. Then, his mouth opened, his tongue penetrating her mouth at the same time as his hardness began to enter her. Both his tongue and erection were moving further and further inside her.

Feeling the depth of his penetration, she moved with him...her knees bending and spreading as he slid in deeper...pushing harder...grinding against her. Arching her body up to meet his, her legs wrapped around his back pulling him in deeper...their tongues melodically doing a rigid dance.

Tightening her legs around him, her ankles crossed, her muscles gripped his hardness with each thrust. The eyes of the others in the room were on her...but she had no thoughts other than to please her Master.

Staring into her eyes, he thought to himself...he may have to keep this slave...she was so tight...no virgin, but so very tight, and so wet. At the same time, as his hardness slammed inside her, his balls crashed against her skin.

Pressure was building inside her as he thrust deeper and harder. No one had ever made her body shake and quiver in such a way. Maybe this Master did care just a little for her. Her lips moved to his neck...gently nibbling at first, then sinking her teeth in, not hard...not wanting to be punished. She gently bit...her hands sliding around his back, holding him very tight.

Feeling the thump, thump of his shaft, she knew it wouldn't be long before he unleashed a flood of juice inside her. Wondering if she could hold it all...his rhythm picked up faster and faster.

The perspiration on his skin excited her more. As she moaned, crying out with each thrust...her muscles contracted, sucking and pulling at him...wanting all of him, his throbbing member deep inside her.

He kissed her as his juices exploded inside her. She knew she had pleased her master as her own orgasm began to rip throughout her body.

"So you think you have what it takes to be my slave?" he whispered, catching his breath.

Not waiting for an answer, he patted her butt, kissed her cheek, and sent her back to her room, blindfolded.

She walked a bit lighter, smiling, knowing that her Master was pleased.

No sooner had the door closed when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. They stopped. Quickly, removing her clothing, folding them neatly, she laid them in front of her. Kneeling, she placed her hands, palms up, on her thighs, lowering her eyes.

A cool breeze cloaked her as he entered the room; her body shivered, reacting to the draft. She sucked in her breath from the chill, goosebumps appearing over her body...her nipples hardening.

The handcuffs clinked as he neared her. Raising her hands towards him, she crossed her wrists, offering them to him in submission...her head between her arms. She didn't wince as he opened and encircled her tiny wrists in them once more.

Lifting her head with his finger tucked under her chin, he noticed small tears trickling down her cheek. He bent over and licked them. Pulling her to her feet, he whispered, "There, there my little precious." Helping her to the bed, he bent over and kissed her lips gently, whispering, "Sleep well, my little one."