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It was approximately one year since her initial capture (she had not been allowed to keep track), and now Sarah was to be sold again. Her first master, having acquired some heavy debts, was forced to sell off his slaves. Sarah had no fondness for him, his wife or his childrenthey had certainly shown no kindness to her, as the marks on her body attested. But at least with them there had been a kind of certainty, even, over time, familiarity. All of that was gone now, and she was now back at the spot where her new life had begun.
At her initial capture she had fought. She now knew this was futile. As she was led up to the auction block she did not protest, and as she felt the eyes taking in her nude body, she did not attempt to hide. Indeed, she obediently, proactively took the correct posture, standing erect, her breasts thrust out, her arms behind her back, her legs spread slightly.
Her collar was secured to the pole behind her, and her wrists, cuffed, were also secured to it. She did not cry at this. She cried only when the cane touched the fronts of her legs, and then her stomach, and then her breasts. She knew this was meant to give potential buyers a vision of what her torment would look like under their own hands, and she did not play up her pain or try to suppress it. There was no point in lying. She was what she wasa slave.
What happened next was different from the first time. While she recovered from the blows, pulling her sobs back into herself, another slavegirl was brought onto the block, on her knees, and placed facing Sarah. The girls head was at the level of Sarahs pussy. It was announced that for the buyers entertainment, they would play a game with Sarah today.
The slavegirl began licking Sarahs labia, her tongue creeping in to swipe at her clitoris, while the announcer explained that should Sarah have an orgasm, then whoever had placed the last bid would win her, regardless of whether anyone else was willing to bid higher. However, she could be won in the traditional fashion as well, if anyone outbid the others prior to her orgasm. In that case, sadly, Sarah would be denied her climax. The announcer and audience chuckled at the word sadly.
The bids began coming in immediately. For the past year, Sarah had almost never been allowed to orgasm, and of course, prior to her capture, she had been so stupidly prudish about such things that she had never had one. She immediately realized she had an opportunity to find a sweet relief that for all she knew would be denied her for the rest of her life, depending on her new owners policies about such things. So, straining at the collar and cuffs behind her, she began unashamedly fucking the face of the slavegirl in front of her.
As numbers were called out in higher and higher denominations, she very nearly made it.
But after a bid of three million, a hitherto unheard female bidder yelled from the darkness in the back, Seven million. A pause, and then considerable murmuring greeted this huge leap of a bid. The announcer called going once, going twice, when someone sheepishly said seven million and one. Sarah, in relief, desperately continued rubbing her pussy against the slavegirls tongue. Was the slavegirl instructed to tease her so, or was she simply inexpert at oral pleasure?
The unknown female bidder from the back yelled again, Ten million.
This time there was no counterbid. Going oncegoing twice. And with that, Sarah was sold. The slave girl immediately ceased her ministrations. At the sudden sensation of nothingness at her clitoris, Sarah yelled, and then broke down in tears at the denial that had been forced on her.
She was unclasped from the pole, but her wrists were left secured behind her. She was pushed by a pole attached to her collar, down from the auction block, and back towards the woman who had just purchased her. The woman was dressed in a way that hid her entire body, including a cowl covering her face. She did not look directly at Sarah as the slave was forced to her knees before her.
Mistress? Sarah said demurely, obediently waiting for instructions while still feeling a desperate pulsing between her legs.
Leave us, said the woman, who Sarah could now hear was quite young. Seemingly barely more than a girl if thatperhaps younger than Sarah herself! The auction personnel left, and now the young lady leaned down. She pulled Sarahs face up by the chin. Sarah could see the face of this pretty young girl as she grinned. Something about that face why did Sarah feel a yearning? Why did her heart leap?
The girl leaned closer, whispered, Hello Sarah.
On hearing that voice saying her name, the world around Sarah suddenly resolved into a familiarity that absolutely did not belong. An inappropriate rectitude.
Skylar?! she hissed.
Skylar was her sister.
Sarah had known Skylar to have been captured alongside her, but after that, had never learned anything about Skylars fate. And here she was. Was she, somehow, a mistress? After they were captured together and brought to this place and summarily sold off to separate masters, could Skylar somehow already have been set free? And having been set free, she yet remained within this society hidden away from society, and actually imposed the same hated slavery on other girls?
On Sarah herself?
Skylar, still grinning, kissed Sarah on the lips, and invaded Sarahs mouth with her tongue. Sarah, in shock, relied on her instincts as a slave, and kissed her sister back.
When Skylar had finished using Sarahs mouth in this way, she moved on to Sarahs ear. After licking it, she whispered breathily, You would be so familiar with the one who represents your new master?
Sarah blushed. She had uttered Skylars name, though she was a mere slave and Skylar had just bought her.
Skylar punished Sarah immediately. She uncuffed Sarahs wrists, only to move them to the front and cuff them again. She secured Sarahs cuffs to a pole set into the center of Skylars table, so that Sarah was bent over the edge of the table, facing downward, unable to get away from it. Skylar applied ten hard lashes with the whip to Sarahs back while those around her watched, and Sarah screamed with pain.
On completing the lashes, Skylar made an announcement.
My master has instructed me to make this slave available for the use of any master or mistress here, for the next hour, after which she and I will leave this place and travel back to his manor.
At first no one moved to take advantage of this. Who is your master? someone asked.
Why ask? said Skylar archly.
Then another voice, laughing crudely, And what about you?
Skylar now removed the thick robe that had covered her entire body, revealing her tiny frame beneath. My master also instructs that you are to use me as you see fit during that time.
The auction halted for an hour, and Sarah and Skylar were fucked many times.
The journey to her new home took place on a train. This train was owned by the Society, meaning they were still safe from truly public view. So Sarah sat nude in a compartment across from Sklyar, herself fully clothed. For a long while Sarah had been careful not to speak out of turn. But her curiosity was burning her. This was her sister! Surely it was not more than 18 months ago that they had been normal, bickering and laughing girls, now doing homework together, now playing video games together, now giggling about boys together.
Finally, she braved a few words. Are you my new mistress?
Skylar casually reached over and slapped Sarah, then replied, I have already told you I represent your master. I am not your mistress. I am a slave, just as you are. But I have the masters trust, and have instructions to act in loco domini until we arrive at the manor.
Even after having been slapped and rebuked, Sarah gave in to the temptation to speak. Perhaps being in the presence of her younger sister was bringing back old habits of familiarity.
I thought I thought perhaps you had come to rescue me. Embarrassed, she felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
Skylar did something shocking then. She, the dressed woman acting in the role of a mistress for this short while, got out of her seat, and then knelt in front of Sarah, the nude slaveindeed placing herself between Sarahs legs. Skylar looked up at Sarah from her position at her feet, smiling, massaging Sarahs legs gently. We are slaves, Sarah, she said. This is forever. If I am rescuing you, it is that I am rescuing you from any hope of freedom. Do you understand this?
Sarah closed her eyes. Yes, I understand of course.
Skylar now idly considered Sarahs pussy. You must still be trembling inside from the way that slavegirl edged you on the block. And none of the masters or mistresses who raped you saw fit to let you cum either.
Sarah blushed again. Yes.
Skylar leaned forwardthen looked up, and grinned impishly. She rose, went back to her seat.
Spread your legs, she said.
Sarah obeyed.
Skylar now cuffed each of Sarahs ankles to her bench in a way such that she could not close her legs. Skylar closed the curtain of their cabin so as not to disturb other passengers too much, and spent a considerable portion of their journey whipping Sarahs inner legs and her already tormented pussy, aiming at them from across the compartment, making of it a game of solitaire.
Sarahs hands were free, but she knew enough, and had enough self-control, never to block any of her sisters blows. Such could surely only lead to worse torments.
When Skylar tired of this game, she pulled Sarah forward to awkwardly flop her head down across the compartment onto the seat in front of Skylars own pussy. Her neck and tongue uncomfortably stretched to the point of cramping, Sarah was now given the taste of her sisters vagina, and made to drink of its juices until Skylar came.
Having done this, Skylar announced it was time to sleep. Sarah had half-hoped after the last several hours of cruelty, she would finally be allowed to have an orgasm. But Skylar simply cuffed Sarahs wrists together behind her back while she lay with her legs sprawled open to the far left and right of her bench, her stomach and breasts now pressed to the floor. With her hands secured behind her, Sarah had no way even to finish herself off.
Skylar then laid comfortably across her own bench and went to sleep, while Sarah whimpered and sobbed and tried to rest in her uncomfortable and sexually tormented state.
When the train finally came to a rest, it was at a public stop. The two girls had to blend in to normal society. Sarah had rarely been allowed outside like this, but she knew well the omnipresence of Society members scattered throughout the world would guarantee that, should she run, she would have a greater chance of being caught and executed by the Society than of alerting any benevolent authority much less being taken seriously as to her claims.
As they were to be outside, Sarah was allowed to get dressed in one of Skylars outfits before disembarking from the train. From there Skylar led Sarah to a parking lot. They approached a black, very well appointed car, and Skylar pushed a button on her keyfob. The trunk opened.
Skylar looked around to see that no one was around, then instructed Sarah to get in the trunk. Sarah did so.
Skylar now instructed her to remove her clothing, which she did. And then Skyler cuffed Sarahs wrists to a structure on the inside of the trunk lid, again keeping Sarah from being able to pleasure herself during the journey. Skylar looked around furtively again, saw the coast was clear, and then grinned evilly at Sarah. She reached down and slapped her pussy, then thrust two or three fingers inside of her several times. As Sarahs back began to arch with pleasure, Skylar ceased, and slammed the trunk door closed.
When they arrived at the masters home, Skylar released Sarah from the trunk after parking inside a large garage. Sarah knew not to speak any further. Even if Skylar herself was somewhat forgiving of such a breach, Sarah knew Skylar was not the only person who might witness the indiscretion, and dared not risk the consequences. Sarah was firmly resolved not to speak unless addressed.
Skylar took naked Sarah by the elbow and led her through a door into a hallway. Into another doorway, and they were in a spacious bathroom. Sarah was allowed to perform her ablutions, and to shower, and prepare herself for presentation. Sarah saw the camera and dared not do anything except what she was instructed to do.
Afterwards, Skylar took Sarah into a room which appeared to be simply a sitting room, or a loungea couch, some chairs, a coffee-table, a rug, some expensive, inoffensive art on the wall.
Skylar removed her clothing, folded it neatly, and placed it behind the couch. She then went over to Sarah. Kneel, she said.
Sarah did so. Skylar, next to her also knelt.
The master instructs, intoned Skylar, apparently reciting something she had been told to memorize, that you are to look at his cock only. You will be allowed to see his face, but only when he commands it. When he enters, you must gaze upon his cock and nothing else. You are to learn to adore it in time, but the master recognizes that time is not yet arrived. All he requires of you today is that you lock your gaze with his cock, and do not let your gaze wander. Most importantly of all, you must not let your eyes wander upwards. Do you understand these instructions?
Yes, said Sarah, her breath catching, her heart racing. She tried to ready herself to begin her new term of service.
He approaches, said Skylar. And a man entered the room.
The man was not nude, but the clothing he wore allowed his erect cock to simply stand free from all constraint. Sarah carefully studied the cock and allowed her attention to be taken by nothing else.
It was large. Healthy. Visibly pulsing.
Skylar, grinning beside her, said in a strangely passionate tone, Dearest master! I have brought for you your newest slavethe slave you had intended to purchase alongside me a year ago when we were first taken! You have defeated her previous master. He and all his family are likely being put to the mines or executed for non-payment as we speak. She is yours now! Please do with her as you will!
Sarah could see out of the corner of her eye that Skylar herself had no compunction about looking at the Masters face while speaking to him. For a moment Sarah felt jealous. Why should she have that privilege?
But Sarah knew such thoughts could only lead to trouble. She quashed them as best as she could.
The cock now approached closer to the two girls. After a few moments, it was directly between them, not more than six inches from either girls face. Skylar turned toward Sarah, leaning towards the cock that had taken position between them. The master instructs that you kiss the cock as you kiss me.
Sarah understood.
The two girls made love to each others faces, and at the same time, aimed their every action at bringing pleasure to the masters cock, using their lips, their tongues, their hands, even, with care, their teeth.
Eventually, Skylar withdrew after a long kiss, and Sarah knew what she was to do now. While Skylar lay down behind Sarah, and insinuated her face under Sarahs crotch, Sarah took her new masters cock fully into her own mouth.
Skylar knew enough about pleasuring a womans pussy not to allow Sarah to cum until the master had exploded, his jism filling Sarahs mouth to the breaking point. As Sarah herself came, she collapsed at the masters feet, rubbing her pussy back and forth over her sisters face. At the bidding of her sisters hands, she made herself crawl backwards, crudely dragging her pussy across Skylars body, until they were face to face againand as Sarah kissed Skylars mouth, she allowed the masters cum to lubricate their kisses and fill both of their mouths at once.
After several minutes of this, the master snapped his fingers. Skylar knew from training, and Sarah knew from instinct, that this meant their lovemaking was over. Both girls snapped back into kneeling position, gazing again at the cock they had just pleasuredand which was now coming to be erect again.
Skylar whispered. The master instructs that you may slowly rise to stand before him, keeping your gaze on his cock.
Sarah did so. As she did so, the master took her arms in his hands, holding her up, and holding her firmly in front of him.
Skylar whispered again, The master instructs that, when I say now, you may slowly lift your gaze up to his face. No matter what you see when he has thus revealed himself to you, you must immediately kiss him deeply on the mouth, and you may not stop until he has instructed you to stop. Do you understand?
Yes, said Sarah, fearing the sight of whatever horrific disfigurement her new master must be a victim of. But she knew this could be no concern of hers. She must obey.
Now, said Skylar.
For a moment Sarah forgot why Skylar would say now. But after that moment, Sarah carefully, slowly raised her gaze from the masters cock, up to his chin, his smiling mouth, his eyes.
She locked gazes with him. He was handsome. Why hide this face from her?
Then she felt her eyes grow wide, and realized the mystery that her mind had not allowed her to believe. On the revelation of this mystery, she gasped, and she spoke her masters name.
Daddy!
He nodded slightly, and leaned towards her. You would be so familiar with your master? he murmured. She blushed, and leaned towards him in return, opening her mouth to him. She would be punished later, but for nowthis.
She embraced her father, knowing to pleasure her masters body with her own. She felt his cock touch her pelvis, and the shock of pleasure and anticipation was almost more than she could bear. She moaned and sighed while he continued to kiss her.
He smiled again. Welcome home Sarah, he said, as he pulled her more tightly towards him, and sat on the couch behind him. As she continued to kiss him, he lifted her up by the waist, placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and pressed downwards.
And Sarah pressed downwards as well, sliding down onto her fathers cock. As they began to fuck, she knew her sister had been right. Sarah had been rescuedrescued from any hope of escape, rescued from any thought of herself as anything other than slave.
She pressed her fathers cock up as deeply as she could into her womb. She would have it no other way.