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Destiny Selected: Chapter 3

He unfastened his belt's clasp. "Down will not be tolerated!"

Spankmasters
Jun 5, 2024
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Chosen Destiny Pt. 03
Chosen Destiny Pt. 03

Destiny Selected: Chapter 3

In the third part of the Chosen Destiny, titled "Auction Time - slave girl Sara," Mistress offered me a caning before the auction began, which she did, giving me a total of twelve hard blows.

"Thank me, girl."

She then revealed her wet, naked pussy to me, letting me lick and nibble on her, tasting my salty tears. These were, without a doubt, the best three days of my life spent with her family. Mistress then detailed how the auction would proceed: viewing in the morning, sampling in the afternoon, and bidding and buying in the evening.

We were brought together in a large room, where we were all instructed to sign a declaration indicating we were at the auction voluntarily. The auction house would keep 20% of the fees, which would subsequently be deposited into our personal bank accounts. There were 21 girls present, including myself, and no males were present in the auction. The seven handlers supervising us all carried split leather straps hanging from their belts. We were separated into seven groups of three girls, and then taken to a shower room where we were required to wash ourselves.

In another room, the handlers could be heard yelling.

"You will obey my commands." Whooosh Crack, Whooosh Crack, Whooosh Crack. One girl received a series of strap blows.

"Which one of you has small tits?"

"Me, Sir?"

"What other girl has small tits?"

He led the girl to be punished and proceeded to hit her with his strap.

"Have you had any experience with buttons?"

We were led to a shower room to undress and wash one another. Next, we were taken to a room where we received bridles, with a phallic-shaped bit.

"I'll take you one at a time to display you. You'll run in a circle, and anyone not trying will be whipped with my whip. You, girl with the small tits."

"Yes, Sir."

He then brought us to a men's toilet where he had me unbutton and lower his trousers.

"I will not have my staff's requests refused."

His belt he had undone and lowered partially into loops. It then became clear why the belt was dangling - I was forced to lift my breasts to receive five more belt whips on my nipples. My handler led me to a room for a parade where our potential buyers could watch us.

"Miss Brown?"

"Yes, Mr. Wood, Sir."

"Follow me to my office."

Inside his office, he unbuckled his belt.

"My staff's orders must be obeyed."

He removed his belt and lashed me with it. Afterward, I was returned to my pen in preparation for the one-on-one viewing sessions. A prospective master entered to consider me. He was around 40 years old, and thinner than me.

"Turn around, dear. What is up for sale? Ah, a rebellious girl, or a misunderstood one? I haven't seen a redder back and bottom!"

"I would not drink pee, Sir."

"Would you train you to drink my pee if I bought you?"

"Yes, I would say so, Sir."

"Good girl, fortunately, I'm not into that."

He had me close my legs.

"I like to see a nice thigh gap, tormenting your lips and clitoris."

He chuckled, and I giggled.

"Do you enjoy being fondled and guided by your vagina?"

"Yes, Sir, I just want everyone to be happy."

"I will meet you again for a trial."

"I'll look forward to it, Sir."

I had lunch served to me in my pen, consisting of only a sandwich and a drink. I was starving.

"Kneel down before you consume your meal."

"Yes, Sir."

I knelt down and recalled how to release his rock-hard cock. His penis wasn't extraordinarily large, but it was long enough to fit my whole throat. I buried it deep within my throat, and even his balls could have fit in too. He attempted to keep my head in place as he shot his load, but I pulled away slightly, causing him to pull out and drench my snack and beverage with his cum.

"Now, devour your food and drink or I'll call in the manager."

I had no choice but to oblige. However, as he walked out, I emitted a sickening sound. It was the TRY time now, and the guidelines stated that there could only be four visitors. The first individual in my lineup was the one I initially knelt for.

"I simply want to assess your compatibility."

I presumed he wouldn't pose an issue considering the average girth of his cock. How mistaken I was. He asked me to take his penis out of my mouth without hesitation. It was strikingly thick and over a foot long. I failed to accommodate his thickness, but he shot his load three times as he mounted me from behind. He requested me to stroke him onto the bed of straw, as he had made up his mind and would not be permeating any other holes. Of course, I complied, then bent over and sucked on his last drops.

The next individual in the queue was a Sir younger than myself. He performed a thorough inspection of my finger and throat responsiveness. Apparently, he was speechess throughout the entire process. I believe the gentlemen before him considered me and ultimately opted not to participate because they had already been with numerous people.

During our downtime, we were granted access to a shower, and another handler took it upon himself to take me and satisfy his sexual desires against the shower wall. Afterward, he washed and cleaned me, even indulging in a second round of oral. He provided me with a delectable sandwich and a refreshing drink to restore my energy. Thereafter, we were herded into the sale ring where three of us were displayed at a time. Our handler held me next to the entrance, while the other two lined up behind me.

We were witness to Mr. Wood acting as the auctioneer while his daughter recorded the bids. The auction commenced and I could discern the spectators surrounding the arena, but I remain unaware of how much precisely I sold for.

"Sold to Mr. Watkinson, one of our frequent horse and pony dealers."

I became disheartened when I recognized the winning bidder, as the other two had already been auctioned off, and we were taken back to our cattle pens. A different individual entered the enclosure and was on the verge of undressing while slamming the gate shut.

"Oh joy, all mine. This cock has been in far too many holes, including Miss cos' hole, now it's your turn, rub your lips together. I'm coming!"

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and opened my mouth in preparation. "Miss," I heard a female voice, "is that you?"

"How would you know?"

"I'd recognize your fragrance anywhere, Miss."

I opened my eyes, catching a glimpse of the woman standing before me. "Now, Miss Bessy Anne Brown, you have two options." Mr. Wood stated. "Either I can return you to the auction. Or I can take you home as a pet and enter you in the next Lifestyle Auction in four years. Which do you choose?"

"Please, Miss, can we go home Miss?"

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