Blue Dolphin
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Chuck...the auction
I returned to the main hall, a stage had been set up, and the auctioneers table was next to it. I looked everywhere for Angel, but she was nowhere to be seen, I could only guess that the next time I would see her, would be on the stage before me.
If only I had remembered to tell her about the auction, how the participants were degraded, and sold as sex slaves. I heard the applause, as a collared and completely naked redhead appeared on the stage, my heart dropped, as I wondered where my wife was, and how she was coping. Knowing she would probably appear on the stage soon, I stood to one side, the auctioneer between me and the stage, I would be able to see her, and hide if she looked my way.
It seemed to take forever to sell the redhead, Fifi was her name, but she only raised £350. I waited with baited breath for the next slave to appear, and sure enough, it was my wife, stripped down to her corset, and collared and chained.
She could not look up, she seemed so ashamed, all the time gazing at the floor. The bidding moved along briskly, at fifty pounds a time, the two men who had fucked the lafge lady in the room I was in were bidding against each other. William and Richard
£350
£400
£450
£500
£550
then it stopped, it was William who thought he had bought my wife, his real name was Quentin, a fat farmer from Dorset, I decided there was no way, and as the auctioneer said
"Going once at £550, I put my hand up
£600
£650
£700
£750
£800
William finally gave up at £1250 , although I would have paid much more to save her.
The main thing was that the auctioneer followed my instructions, and did not mention my name as the buyer. I just hoped she was alright, she looked so lost and alone on the stage.
I returned to the main hall, a stage had been set up, and the auctioneers table was next to it. I looked everywhere for Angel, but she was nowhere to be seen, I could only guess that the next time I would see her, would be on the stage before me.
If only I had remembered to tell her about the auction, how the participants were degraded, and sold as sex slaves. I heard the applause, as a collared and completely naked redhead appeared on the stage, my heart dropped, as I wondered where my wife was, and how she was coping. Knowing she would probably appear on the stage soon, I stood to one side, the auctioneer between me and the stage, I would be able to see her, and hide if she looked my way.
It seemed to take forever to sell the redhead, Fifi was her name, but she only raised £350. I waited with baited breath for the next slave to appear, and sure enough, it was my wife, stripped down to her corset, and collared and chained.
She could not look up, she seemed so ashamed, all the time gazing at the floor. The bidding moved along briskly, at fifty pounds a time, the two men who had fucked the lafge lady in the room I was in were bidding against each other. William and Richard
£350
£400
£450
£500
£550
then it stopped, it was William who thought he had bought my wife, his real name was Quentin, a fat farmer from Dorset, I decided there was no way, and as the auctioneer said
"Going once at £550, I put my hand up
£600
£650
£700
£750
£800
William finally gave up at £1250 , although I would have paid much more to save her.
The main thing was that the auctioneer followed my instructions, and did not mention my name as the buyer. I just hoped she was alright, she looked so lost and alone on the stage.
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