Executive Decision

[cgraven]

Does my Good little Girl want to eat my pussy as she is fucked in the ass by Alex’s nice big cock and I fuck her delicious little pussy with that nice big black dildo.

Julia smiled as her little protégé whimpered so adorably as she fully realized what her Mistress was demanding of her. Julia and Alex exchanged a knowing glance over there sweet little sex toy, for that is what Miss Angela Johnson had become, even if she herself did not recognize her true position in the Merchant’s household. The intoxicating fragrance of Angela growing arousal filled her Master and Mistress’s nostrils as she so deliciously sighed, her sensually erotic squirming becoming more pronounced as her supple young body sought release from the maelstrom of sensations her employers were causing, but her moist ruby ripe lips tightened, so desperately trying to hold back the answer to Mrs. Merchant's provocative questions.

While Angela hesitated in answering Julia’s provocative question Alex Merchant had positioned the young innocent so that her little button nose and sweet little mouth were right above Julia moist hot pussy. His hands firmly held the girl’s trim little waist as he rolled his hips to hers, the full length of his glistening cock sliding back and forth between the clenched, firm cheeks of Angela’s sweet taunt ass. Julia cooed softly and yet in a very firm and compelling voice,

I Asked you a question “PET”!

Alex guided the head of his cock to the young girl’s puckered little anus and pressed the velvet tip to the Dark Prize.

You do wish to please your Mistress don’t you Miss Johnson…………You do want to be Julia’s “Good Girl”.”

As Alex spoke Julia was increasing the tempo at which she was fucking her innocent young protégé’s delicious little pussy with the now humming huge ebony dildo.

Eat my pussy pet!

Julia Merchants voice now carried the steel note of command. She fucked Angela’s pussy with the girl’s mechanical lover till the young beauty thought she would burst into a thousand pieces if her Mistress did not allow her to cum. Angela kept the sweet young girl hanging between heaven and hell. The promise of that heavenly release and the flood of sinfully erotic pleasure , and the hell of continual denial if she did not submit to what her Mistress desired.

“Come to me Miss Johnson impale yourself on my cock!”

Lick my pussy, eat me, please me Pet

Julia commanded.

They left no place for Angela to hide, if she truly wished to please her Master and Mistress.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela's writhing became more and more pronounced and her cries more and more distressed as Mrs Merchant wielded her toy in a dizzying array of ways. Slow and fast, hard and soft, her beautiful employer changed things up so often that the only consistency in the pattern was her uncanny ability to know just as Angela was nearing the precipice and then changing things up again.

I asked you a question, “PET”!

Her eyes fluttered open at the compelling tone in Mrs Merchant's voice, and at first she wasn't sure what she was looking at, but all too soon she realized that she was likely going to be doing as her employer said and soon. She tried to tell herself that the only reason why she didn't move away was Mr Merchant's firm grasp on her waist, and that she wasn't seriously thinking of breaking her parents' rules for the hundredth time since meeting the Merchants.

You do wish to please your Mistress don’t you, Miss Johnson? You do want to be Julia’s “Good Girl”?

Angela tried to squirm away from the insistent pressure against her backside, but that just seemed to make it easier for Mrs Merchant to thrust the toy deeper inside. The intense sensation caused her to back away again, brushing back against Mr Merchant in a way that would have her jolting forward once more. Back and forth she alternated between the insistent pressures until she wasn't sure if she were coming or going.

Eat my pussy, pet!

A whimper caught in her throat as her body climbed higher and higher, always reaching for the culmination that was kept just out of reach. Swiping her tongue against her dry bottom lip, she swallowed the plea that wanted to tumble forth, knowing that nothing but complete capitulation would please Mrs Merchant - please her so that she would finally allow her body to finish what it so desperately wanted.

Come to me, Miss Johnson, impale yourself on my cock!

Lick my pussy, eat me, please me, Pet

Unable to hold out any longer, Angela extended her neck, stretching out her tongue to lick up along Mrs Merchant's moist private area, using her nose to nudge higher along the way. She couldn't bring herself to push back against Mr Merchant, fearing the taboo act especially in light of the toy that Mrs Merchant kept plunging in and out of her. Up and down, she licked, tentatively at first before eventually reaching a clumsy if not enthusiastic rhythm.

 

[cgraven]

Lick my pussy, eat me, please me, Pet………… Come to me, Miss Johnson, impale yourself on my cock!

The sweet demanding commands of Julia and Alex washed over their adorable little protégé . They smiled at her little whimpers, her maidenly blushes that turned her silken creamy ivory skin the most delightful shade of pink. The devilish pair savors that moment of Angela’s submission as the stunning innocent young beauty. Angela shyly leaned forward blushed crimson as she stretched out her little pink tongue to lick up along Mrs. Merchant's moist pink folds, her little button nose nudging higher and higher that sweet little pink tongue licked, tentatively at first before eventually reaching a clumsy if not enthusiastic rhythm.

Julia fingers entwined in Angela’s lustrous chestnut hair as she drew the young girl deeper into her hungering pussy. She held the young innocent lamb captive so Alex could fully impale the girl’s tight little ass fully. With each thrust his heavily sack slapped the young girl’s hot little pussy. As the Merchant took their pleasure from their innocent little protégé’s gorgeous young body. Each little surrender to her Master and Mistress’s will Angela was rewarded with their praise. Such a Good Girl…….you Please me Pet…….Yes Babe push back your body is so tight and beautiful….. They mingled sensual little kisses, seductive little lover’s nips, and erotic tonguing with their seductive words of praise.

Over the next three weeks Alex and Julia continued young Angela Johnson’s education in what exactly they expected and demanded of their young protégé . The clothing that Angela was allowed to wear , though a variation on a business suit, were decidedly scandalous, the tight skirts well above her knees revealing the girl’s smooth silken thighs, her corset, barely covered her little pink nipples, and her transparent white blouse and snug jacket id nothing to hide her stunning figure or girlish charms but rather drew the viewers eyes to them. When Miss Johnson yielded to her Master, and Mistress will as they used her supple young body for their pleasure Angela was reward with words of praise and told what a Good Girl She was. The slightest little failure would result in a session where Angela was given over to the tender mercies of Mr. Lawrence and Mistress Jordan. Jordan loved mixing both pleasure and pain schooling the young beauty to crave both. One day Julia called her little protégé to her.

“ Tonight Miss Johnson we are hosting a charity auction and I will be placing you on the auction block I wish you to wear something sensual that will hide and yet hint at your charms Pet.”

As soon as her Mistress called her Pet Angela knew her Mistress would demand much of her, which the young girl had learned would most likely leave her naked and offered up as a sexual treat.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela had been in the process of making her way back to Mr Merchant's office after having tracked Mister Lawrence down with a request for some fresh coffee for their employee and some hot tea for herself when she heard Mrs Merchant beckon from her sitting room. Having learned the hard way not to keep the other woman waiting, she hurried over at a pace she'd never thought possible three weeks earlier when she first began wearing the impossibly high heels the Merchants insist she wore.

Coming to a stop in front of Mrs Merchant, she cast her gaze to the floor, clasped her hands behind her back and waited a trifle anxiously for the other woman to speak. There had been a note in her employer's voice, an almost purr, that had her breathlessly anticipating what she'd say. Would she demand that Angela sink to her knees and use her tongue to worship her mistress as she had been told to do over and over again until she no longer hesitated in carrying out the command? Or would she be told to stand there while Mrs Merchant touched her in ways that should be illegal but left her hungering for more?

Tonight, Miss Johnson, we are hosting a charity auction, and I will be placing you on the auction block. I wish you to wear something sensual that will hide and yet hint at your charms, Pet.

Angela blinked at the words, swallowing hard at the deceptively innocent sounding pet. Oh dear lord, what was she in for now? Mrs Merchant only called her that when she was having her do... when she was... well when she was doing all the kinds of things she had just been imagining. But this sounded like much much more...

She chewed on the inside of her cheek, wanting to ask questions, but at the same time afraid of the answers. So far, no one had ventured inside the estate, nor had she left since coming here nearly a month ago, so the only witnesses to her complete break from her strict upbringing had been the Merchants, Miss Jordan and Mister Lawrence. The idea of even more people was terrifying, but she didn't dare protest, not unless she wanted another prolonged session with Miss Jordan and her whip.

"Yes, Mrs Merchant," Angela finally replied when she was able to find her voice. "Will there be anything else?" she added, sneaking a peek at her beautiful employer.

There was a pregnant pause while Mrs Merchant seemed to be contemplating something, something that would likely involve one or both of them moaning if the dark gleam in her eyes was any indication. However, she must have reconsidered it as she waved her hand in dismissal, adding another reminder of her expectations for her attire that evening as Angela hurried out of the room.

 

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Tonight, Miss Johnson, we are hosting a charity auction, and I will be placing you on the auction block. I wish you to wear something sensual that will hide and yet hint at your charms, Pet.

Julia loved the wide eyed shocked look in young Angela’s soft eyes, even after all this time Mrs. Merchant found her young protégé’s innocence so refreshing and arousing. She loved the way the young girl unconsciously worried her lower lip like a little lost school girl. Finally Angela let her eyes shyly rise to meet her Mistress’s.

"Yes, Mrs. Merchant,"

Angela finally replied when she was able to find her voice.

"Will there be anything else?"

she added, sneaking a peek at her beautiful employer. At first Julia had simply intended for the young girl to go change but now with that fearful look of anticipation she decided to play with Angela like a cat plays with a mouse.

“Jordan come here.”

Julia smiled as the young dominatrix entered the room dressed in a short skirt and simple white blouse balanced on stiletto heels.

“Strip Miss Johnson and then crawl to Ms. Jordan and please her with your naughty little mouth and tongue.”

Then Julia turned to Jordan.

“Ms. Jordan I want you to select a very conservative but sensual outfit for our little Pet’s auction.

 

[Angeleyz]

The minute Mrs Merchant had waved her hand in dismissal, Angela turned to head back to Mr Merchant's office, only partially paying attention as she tried to quell her rising nerves over the unknown events of the upcoming evening. Picking something sensual to wear that would both hide and hint at her body seemed like an impossible task if one considered the scandalous attire the Merchants insisted she wear for them, attire that had a habit of being stripped from her so quickly she was amazed they bothered having her wear anything at all.

Jordan, come here.

She stopped as soon as Ms Jordan brushed past her and looked back at her employer, uncertain if she was still dismissed or not. She held her breath and tried not to let her apprehension show as she waited, although she wasn't sure why she bothered - everyone else always seemed to enjoy her nervousness, especially Ms Jordan.

Strip, Miss Johnson, and then crawl to Ms. Jordan and please her with your naughty little mouth and tongue.

Shoulders drooping the minute she heard the command, Angela sighed softly and immediately began unbuttoning the tiny buttons on her blouse. She didn't know if she should be pleased or saddened by the fact that it was becoming easier and easier to get dressed and undressed in front of others, but in either case she was able to quickly divest of her garments, even the dreaded corset, with only the barest of pauses at the announcement that Ms Jordan was charged with selecting her outfit for the evening.

She covered her worry of what the other woman would select by sinking to her hands and knees in the puddle of her discarded clothing. Reminding herself that Mrs Merchant had spoke of an outfit that hid her body so Ms Jordan couldn't force her to go naked, she slowly crawled her way over to where the two women stood.

Seating back on her heels, Angela looked up and saw the expectant look on Ms Jordan's face. Knowing the other woman would take the smallest of hesitations as a sign of rebellion, she leaned forward to brush small kisses on the insides of her toned thighs, placing one hand on the backside of each of Ms Jordan's knees for balance. She moved slowly, but surely up the silky skin, knowing without a doubt that there'd be no undergarments to worry about once reaching her final destination.

 

[cgraven]

Strip, Miss Johnson, and then crawl to Ms. Jordan and please her with your naughty little mouth and tongue.

Julia Merchant saw how her dutiful little protégé’s shoulders drooped at her command. A slowly smile bowed Julia’s moist ripe lips as Angela’s fingers went immediately to the little pearl buttons of her blouse and she obediently began to unbutton that flimsy little transparent garment. Julia was quite pleased that her adorable little pet had apparently found it easier to get dressed and undressed in front of others, as she quickly and quite innocently divest herself of her garments, even the dreaded corset appeared to cause her few problems as it slid gracefully from her now nude body. Angela gracefully sank to her hands and knees in the puddle of her discarded clothing. Her was a dark natural sensuality to the young girl’s movement as she slowly crawled her way over to where the two women stood.

Seating back on her heels, Angela looked up and saw the expectant look on Ms Jordan's face. Knowing the other woman would take the smallest of hesitations as a sign of rebellion, she leaned forward to brush small kisses on the insides of her toned thighs, placing one hand on the backside of each of Ms Jordan's knees for balance. She moved slowly, but surely up the silky skin, knowing without a doubt that there'd be no undergarments to worry about once reaching her final destination.

I have missed that sweet little tongue of yours Miss Johnson!

Jordan cooed as her long fingers ran through Angela’s soft chestnut hair. She and Julia so loved watching the still very innocent Miss Johnson debase herself as she sexually pleased them. Jordan allowed herself the luxury of cuming several times as sweet little Angela, lapped up her dew nectar. When at last Ms. Jordan was sated she pushed the girl from her and crisply ordered,

Come Pet.

Jordan had only taken a few steps when she turned looked over her shoulder as the naked beauty began to rise.

No Pet! You will follow on your hands and knees like a good pet.”

“Go with Ms Jordan Angela.”

Julia ordered.

Jordan took Angela to the wardrobe in her own chambers.

Mistress Julia has ordered that she wishes you to wear something sensual that will hide and yet hint at your charms, Pet.

Jordan looked through the closets muttering to herself until finally she found what she wanted. She first selected some shockingly scandalous matching lacey bra and panties in virginal white that would accentuate Angela’s charms but not hide them. Yet it was the simple business suite and white blouse that had caught her eye and Jordan was sure that this is what Mistress Julia had in mind.

Dress quickly….Mistress is waiting.

When Angela was dressed Jordan had her young charge do a very slow pirouette.

Very nice.

While Angela was being led back to Julia for final approval Alex was inviting a very select group of men and women to bid on their young protégé.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela stalled as long as she dared, her soft lips leaving moist kisses in a slow, upward trajectory, even occasionally nipping at the delicate skin in the way Ms Jordan had schooled her so many times previously. She deliberately kept the pace slow until she felt Ms Jordan shift her weight, purposefully widening her stance, signaling that she wasn't going to stand for any more delays.

I have missed that sweet little tongue of yours, Miss Johnson!

She felt Ms Jordan's fingers begin to comb through her hair just as her mouth reached the juncture between her thighs. Obediently stretching out her tongue to trace along the other woman's sex, she struggled not to purr as Ms Jordan continued her stroking. Whether it was a reward for how well she was licking or she had noticed how malleable Angela was when someone played with her hair, she didn't care as long as she didn't stop anytime soon.

Angela licked up and down with slow, steady movements, circling Ms Jordan's clit before slowly drawing it between her teeth, carefully applying just the right pressure that her training had demanded. Apparently she was doing things correctly for Ms Jordan orgasmed more than once, coating her face with her juices although she did her best to lap as much of it up as she could.

She was startled when Ms Jordan abruptly pushed her away, falling back on her backside. She was half afraid she had somehow done something wrong and looked up at the two women towering over her nervously.

Come, Pet.

Angela watched as Ms Jordan spun on her heel and began sauntering out of the room and reached a hand out to push herself off the floor. She had only gotten an inch or two off the ground before she heard Ms Jordan's rebuke and crisp command to follow her on her hands and knees.

Her brows knit in confusion, never having been directed to act in such a manner, and the thought of doing so was disturbing in a way she couldn't quite understand.

Go with Ms Jordan, Angela.

Angela blinked in surprise at her employer's use of her first name. It had been quite awhile since anyone had used her first name at Rève Noir, and she wasn't sure if it was necessarily a good thing that her beautiful employer did so now. She scrambled after Ms Jordan without a word of protest, feeling self conscious about the way her breasts hung towards the floor. So wrapped up in her self conscious maneuvering, she didn't realize until Ms Jordan spoke that they hadn't gone back to her room, but rather the other woman's.

Mistress Julia has ordered that she wishes you to wear something sensual that will hide and yet hint at your charms, Pet.

Biting her lip, she watched anxiously as Ms Jordan rifled through first some drawers and then flipped through the various garments hanging in her wardrobe all the while muttering to herself in a tone too low for her to actually understand what was being said. Unsure if she was allowed to get up, she sat back on her heels and waited nervously.

Dress quickly. Mistress is waiting.

Angela almost started giggling when she saw the dichotomy between what Ms Jordan held out for her to wear. The bra and panties were the merest scraps of lace that she wasn't sure they could even be classified as actual coverage, and yet the camel suit and white blouse was so sedate, so neutral that she might have picked the suit to wear herself.

She quickly stood and slipped into the lingerie, studiously avoiding Ms Jordan's eyes. Placing her arms into the sleeves of the blouse, she breathed a little easier when she finished buttoning it, shielding her from Ms Jordan's unwavering stare. Once she was fully dressed, she performed a very slow pirouette as directed.

Very nice.

Angela mumbled a soft "Thank you" just as Ms Jordan snapped her fingers and turned to rummage through a closet, returning with a set of impossibly high heels in the same color as the suit. Once she had slipped the heels on, the two of them made their way back to Mrs Merchant, the distant sound of unfamiliar voices an indicator that whatever was happening this evening was getting closer.

 

[cgraven]

When Ms. Jordan had done as the Mistress had commanded brought the demure Miss Johnson back to her. Once more Angela found herself between her Mistress and Ms Jordan.

“Ummm”

Was all that Mrs. Merchant said as she slowly circled the young beauty before she stood before her young protégé once more. The imperious Mrs. Merchant indicated that she wished for Miss Johnson to make a slow pirouette. Julia cast a critical eye on Angela as she studied how her outfit how it clung to her gorgeous young body, how it hinted at its youthful perfection. A slow smile bowed Julia lips.

Very nice

Alex Merchant voice came from the shadows of the room where he had been watching the little tableau that had unfolded before him.

“ Come Miss Johnson!”

Came the all too familiar voice of her Mistress and that note of command that was so much a part of Julia Merchant’s voice.

Angela was led into the ballroom of the Merchant’s mansion. The room was filled with men and women impeccably dressed, some in tuxedos and formal gowns other in Native costumes of their lands of origins. Each man, each woman seemed to cast an evaluating eye on the young beauty. Then Jordan came up to their Mistress.

color=scarlet] It is time.[/color]

Julia gave a slight nod and simply commanded.
“Pet go with Ms. Jordan!”

Angela was led back stage at the far room of the ballroom where other young beauties were gathered for the Charity auction. Some were much younger than Angela, other about her same age, one by one they were led through the curtain to be sold. The girls could hear the excited mummer of the bidders. Angela was the last to be led out on to a little pedicel that was bathed in harsh white light. All was darkness beyond that harsh island of light in which Angela now found herself.

Lot number 69, white female, submissive nature. What am I bid for her?

Came the call of the auctioneer. When the bidding faltered Jordan whispered

Raise the helm of your skirts Miss. Johnson until I tell you to stop.

As the bids for her rose Jordan had Angela raise her skirt until the helm of her skirt was around the girl’s waist and her scandalous lace panties were visible to all.

You may drop your skirt now

Jordan cooed. A smile bowed the little dominatrix lips as she knew what was coming next for the adorable little innocent.

 

[Angeleyz]

It was all Angela could do not to fidget as Mrs Merchant slowly circled her, her face inscrutable. When her employer had completed her silent circuit, she motioned regally for her to do a pirouette, which she promptly executed. The smile that graced Mrs Merchant's lips caused her shoulders to relax and a soft sigh of relief slip from her own lips.

Very nice

The unexpected deep voice surprised her to the point where she actually startled and almost lost her footing, but thankfully she was able to recover before anyone noticed. At least she hoped no one noticed. She didn't turn to look for Mr Merchant, but instead waited to see if his beautiful wife wanted her to do anything else.

Come, Miss Johnson!

Angela obediently followed Mrs Merchant into an unfamiliar wing of the mansion, with Ms Jordan right on her heels. Her stomach was starting to tie itself in knots, partially from the unknown and partially from the way Ms Jordan seemed to vibrate with excitement. She had learned the hard way that anything that the younger woman found exciting usually meant bad news for her.

She almost stumbled when they entered the elaborate ballroom and she saw the number of people who were milling about. Looking around in a bit of a daze, she barely felt Ms Jordan's insistent nudge against her back to keep her feet moving as she took in the tuxedos and formal gowns. It wasn't until Mrs Merchant stopped that she realized that while she had been looking around that everyone else seemed to be looking at her in return. Her eyes fell to the floor and her cheeks immediately colored at the open speculation she saw on some of their faces. It was like they knew everything that had gone on here these last few weeks.

It is time.

Angela heard Ms Jordan's low comment, but before she could wonder what it was time for she was being told to follow Ms Jordan. With her stomach growing tighter and tighter, she followed the younger woman but was unable to mask the apprehension that was clawing at her insides. And the worry continued to grow as she joined a roomful of young women who were dressed in an array of outfits that ranged from shocking to scandalous with hers being the only demure one.

None of the girls talked to each other as one by one they were led from behind the curtain. It was obvious that there was some sort of auction going on, and it took her a few minutes to realize that the girls were what was likely being bid on. Her eyes were wide with alarm as she looked to Ms Jordan for answers, but the other woman refused to look at her, toe tapping as if she couldn't wait for things to be concluded.

Before she knew it, it was her turn to go through the curtain, and her feet moved with reluctance as she was led to a small pedestal. Blinking rapidly because of the bright light that seemed laser beamed on her, she tried unsuccessfully to look out into the shadows of the room for the Merchants.

Lot number 69, white female, submissive nature. What am I bid for her?

No one heard her silent inhalation as the disembodied voice made its announcement, but it was a struggle for Angela to contain the tremors in her hands and legs. Male voices.... Female voices... Voices with heavy accents... All speaking numbers which surely translated into dollars, but why?! Why was this happening?!? What did this all mean?

Eventually the steady drone of voices seemed to slow, and she was beginning to think that her time in the spotlight was finally over when she heard the insistent whisper.

Raise the helm of your skirt, Miss Johnson, until I tell you to stop.

Her lips tightened fractionally before Angela reached down and began to slide the material of her skirt up her thighs inch by slow inch. The voices started up again, but they became incomprehensible to her as her cheeks flames brighter and brighter at the idea of all those people seeing the panties that she had been directed to wear. And sure enough, Ms Jordan didn't bade her to stop until the skirt was hiked up to her waist and everyone got an eyeful.

You may drop your skirt now.

She instantly released the skirt, although her fingers stayed clutched in the material at her sides. Her chest rose and fell in agitation while she awaited her next direction, wishing desperately to slink into the dark shadows.

 

[cgraven]

Raise the helm of your skirts Miss. Johnson until I tell you to stop.

Jordan savored Angela’s humiliation as the helm of her skirt sensually crept up her shapely legs, the brilliant crimson blush that kissed her flawless cheeks as her scandalous panties came into view. Jordan Let the shy little coed stand there as the bidders made crud comments on what they would like to do to her and increased their bid for the chance to make their most sinful desires become reality.

You may drop your skirt now

Angela quickly complied letting the material sensually slide down her legs. Her blush only deepened her fingers knotted in the cashmere of her skirt as she dreaded Mistress Jordan’s neck command.

Jordan let the tip of her tongue slide across the sensual bow of her moist ripe lips. She let her body press seductively to Angela’s her teeth grazed the young innocents earlobe as she cooed.


Remove your Jacket baby!

Jordan gave her earlobe a little nip. Then the auctioneer called,

“ What am I bid for the pleasure of relieving our sweet beauty of her skirt?”

Julia Merchant caught Angela’s eyes from the wings where she was watching her little protégé’s auction and that silent glance carried a silent but eloquent command, OBEY do not resist.

The bid for stripping the young girl of her skirt quickly rose to £ 150 pounds sterling. An old man had one the privilege of stripping her of her skirt. The metallic whisper of the skirt’s zipper sensually caressed Angela. The material seductively caressed her legs, The man’s hot moist breath washed over the young girl’s scanty panties and he kissed her sweet little pussy trough the lace.
“That will coast you an additional £ 150 Sir Edward”

Gladly Julia for such a sweet taste of your delectable little Tart.

Angela’s clothing was sold piece by piece each successful bidder taking the most indecent liberties with that captive young beauty’s gorgeous young body. Shoes, stockings, and blouse each sold in turn. Soon Angela was left with nothing but her panties and bra and they soon were nothing but a fading memory as she stood stalk naked in front of these men and women that hungered for her lithe young body. It was then that the auctioneer in toned Angela’s fate.

“What am I offered for this charming beauty, she can be yours if the price is right.”


The bidders went wild in their desire to possess Angela the bid rising quickly.

£ 500, £ 1000,……… £1500……..

Then from the deepest recess of the room came a staggering bid. £3000 There was stunned silence time seemed to stand still and then if in a dream Angela heard,

Sold for £3000 pounds sterling

He came to her as silent as the tome, his skin a dark bronze, and soulless eyes.

On your knees girl and please me with that pretty little mouth of yours.

His voice was just as commanding as her mistress’s and just as no nonsense as well.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela wished desperately she knew what was going on, what was really going on. She could feel the weight of hot stares almost as if they were actual physical touches, and it left her confused and growing more and more agitated.

She jumped at the unexpected press of a soft yet firm body against her back, and her eyelids drifted lower reflexively at the scrape of teeth along her ear. Ms Jordan's voice should have made her feel better, less alone in this confusing situation, but the softly cooed words indicated that things were likely going to get even more embarrassing than hiking up her skirt had been.

What am I bid for the pleasure of relieving our sweet beauty of her skirt?

It was only Mrs Merchant's unspoken command from the wings that had Angela slipping the jacket from her tense shoulders after hearing the bold announcement that they were bidding on actually removing her skirt. Good lord, what was wrong with these people that they were do so like it was some sport? Better yet, what was wrong with her that she allowed the jacket to be taken from her instead of turning on her heel and getting out of this mad house?

But no, one look from Mrs Merchant and she stayed where she was, eyes wide and bewildered as the bidding continued around her. She was shocked by the almost grandfatherly man who stepped out of the shadows, all but licking his lips as he approached. Again, there was a look from Mrs Merchant that kept her feet from back pedaling as he knelt down in front of her and reached around to slowly unfasten her skirt.

Despite so many people being in the room, first the zipper and then the soft rustle of the material as the skirt slid down her legs sounded amplified, as was the shocked explosion of breath when Angela felt him press a kiss between her legs.

That will cost you an additional £ 150, Sir Edward.

Gladly Julia for such a sweet taste of your delectable little Tart.

The exchange left her reeling, and this time it was only Ms Jordan's hand on the small of her back that kept her from trying to flee the room. Oh this was just awful, and it only got worse as the bidding continued and her clothing was slowly stripped from her body. Young. Old. Men. Women. Every single one of them touching her in ways that left her alternating between hot and cold, swaying and trembling... and blushing, always blushing.

What am I offered for this charming beauty, she can be yours if the price is right.

Fingernails biting into her palms, Angela threw a terrified glance in Mrs Merchant's direction, but her beautiful employer was looking into the shadows with a pleased look on her face as the room exploded in a cacophony of sound as bid after bid was called out. What did it mean - for her to someone's if the price was right?! Her breathing became more and more shallow as her anxiety rose with each additional bid.

£ 500, £ 1000,……… £1500……..

£3000

The only sound in the room seemed to be her terrified breathing before she heard the damning announcement that she had been sold for £3000 pounds sterling. She had to choke down the sob that nearly spilled from her lips. Sold?! People didn't get sold in this day and age, right?!

The man that appeared from out of the shadows made no sound as he approached, which seemed incongruous for someone as large and imposing as he was. And foreign... Oh lord, he seemed so foreign. She gulped at the forbidding expression on his face, drawing back in spite of the knowledge that Ms Jordan stood between her and the safety of the doorway.

On your knees, girl, and please me with that pretty little mouth of yours.

His voice was even deeper than Mr Merchant's and tinged with an accent that she didn't immediately recognize. The tone, however, was so much like the Merchants' that she ended staring up at him as he towered so imperiously above her instead of turning to Mrs Merchant for guidance. Confusion was clearly etched on her guileless face, as she tried to tell herself that surely he didn't mean what she thought he meant.

 

[cgraven]

His voice was even deeper than Mr. Merchant's and tinged with an accent that she didn't immediately recognize. The tone, however, was so much like the Merchants' that she ended staring up at him as he towered so imperiously above her instead of turning to Mrs. Merchant for guidance. Confusion was clearly etched on her guileless face, as she tried to tell herself that surely he didn't mean what she thought he meant.

Kareem smiled wickedly as he saw the confusion in this innocent young beauty’s guileless emerald green eyes as if she just could not believe what was happening to her, as if she could not fathom that she had just been sold to the highest till the naked young beauty was kneeling before him. The large bulge beneath his traditional robes left no doubt in her young mind that his cock was fully erect beneath them.

On your knees girl and please me with that pretty little mouth of yours…………I shant tell you again my dear…………

Kareem’s voice was dark, a dark force that seemed to radiate from him to swirl around Angela, it’s hard, harsh note of command unmistakable

…………disobedience, never mind defiance, brings severe, chastisement young lady. You do not want to try my patience.

As Angela’s new Master spoke he drew back his robes and his fully erect cock sprang forth, it was the largest cock that the young beauty had ever seen in her young and sheltered life.

You are trying my patience.

All eyes watched intently as the crowd watched what would happen next.

 

[Angeleyz]

On your knees, girl, and please me with that pretty little mouth of yours. I shant tell you again, my dear.

Angela sank to her knees in front of the imposing figure, telling herself that it was better than collapsing into a puddle of nerves in front of the crowded room. She still wasn't exactly sure what was going on here. Surely she wasn't supposed to... like she had done to Mr and and Lawrence?! Not in front of so many people?!?!?

Disobedience, never mind defiance, brings severe chastisement, young lady. You do not want to try my patience.

She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to keep her mouth from dropping open when his robes parted and he exposed himself. She cringed back slightly in reaction. Merciful heavens, there was no way that was real.

You are trying my patience.

Her eyes darted to the wings for guidance from Mrs Merchant, and Angela gulped nervously when she was nowhere to be seen. Left and right, her eyes flicked searching desperately for the Merchants, needing to know what they wished her to do.

Wide green eyes glanced uncertainly up at the stranger. She was torn as to what to do. On one hand there was the god awful compulsion to do as he said, just because of the way he said it, the way her muscles itched to lean forward and do exactly what he said. On the other hand, it was mortifying to think of doing something as scandalous as what he was demanding in a room full of people.

'Yeah cuz kneeling here buck naked isn't bad enough,' she thought with a tinge of hysterical laughter.

"Please...," she asked in a tremulous voice, hands out in supplication, "may I talk to Mrs Merchant? Mr Merchant?" She added in a near whisper that trailed off, "I just need to understand..."

 

[cgraven]

"Please...," she asked in a tremulous voice, hands out in supplication, "may I talk to Mrs. Merchant? Mr. Merchant?" She added in a near whisper that trailed off, "I just need to understand..."

“NO!”

Came Kareem’s simple and direct reply to the stunned young girl’s question.

“It is quite simple my dear Julia and Alex have put you up for sale………….I bought you young Lady…………you are my property………..you will serve me with your gorgeous young body,……..and your imagination………..Your worth to me lays in three factors Angela………your youth,………..your beauty………and your obedience.”

Kareem let his words and the reality of her situation sink in.

“Failure to please me sexually will be met with punishment………..disobedience will be met with severe punishment……….On your knees girl and please me with that pretty little mouth of yours…………”

There was a dark menacing tone to her new Master’s voice.

 

[Angeleyz]

NO!

Her eyes widened at his unequivocal response to her plea, surprised despite herself that he would deny what she thought was such a reasonable response. She squirmed both physically and mentally, unsure of how to handle herself without the guidance of the Merchants. Even Ms Jordan had seemed to desert her, and the realization caused her to look around for the blonde woman who had delighted in punishing her over the smallest infraction.

It is quite simple, my dear. Julia and Alex have put you up for sale. I bought you, young lady. You are my property.

Angela's shocked intake of breath seemed loud in the suddenly still room, and it felt like every person who stood in the shadows watching the little tableau held their breath to see what would be said next.

You will serve me with your gorgeous young body, and your imagination.

She was still having a problem understanding what he was saying despite his well enunciated words. Put her up for sale? He bought her? His property? A tremor went through her entire body as anguished humiliation flooded her. What had she done to displease the Merchants so that they would seek to get rid of her in such a foul manner? Hadn't she done or at least tried to do everything they demanded of her... even when it went against everything her parents had raised her to do, to act, to be?!

Your worth to me lays in three factors, Angela. Your youth, your beauty and your obedience.

Compressing her lips as tightly as she could, Angela blinked rapidly in an attempt to keep the tears welling up from spilling down her cheeks. The lack of expression on the face of the man before her led her to believe he wouldn't be swayed by tears, and she had a sinking feeling that should they start that she'd end up bawling like a toddler who found herself separated from her parents at the mall.

She tried to focus on his words as he explained her 'worth' to him. Her youth was laughable. The lifestyle that these people seemed to embrace made her feel like a person half her age on one hand and 100 years old on the other. As to beauty - her parents had drilled it into her head for years that physical attractiveness was not desired, so it was hard to imagine that she met that qualification, but obedience... obedience she understood... obedience was as natural as breathing.

Failure to please me sexually will be met with punishment. Disobedience will be met with severe punishment. On your knees, girl, and please me with that pretty little mouth of yours.

Angela's eyes dropped unconsciously before her gaze darted away. Her fingernails cut into her palms as her hands clenched into fists at her side at the thought of what she was about to do, but she tried to console herself with the idea that she was only doing it to avoid punishment. Right?!?!

Slowly rising up from where she had sat on her heels, she drew herself up until she was kneeling before him, his manhood bobbing in front of her like a darned cobra in an Indiana Jones movie. Unsure what to do with her hands, she rested her fists on the front of her thighs as she closed the distance between them. She bit her lip as she peeked up at his stern face once last time before she took a deep breath, closed her eyes tight and took him into her mouth.

She used her tongue the way Mr Merchant had instructed her, slow, languid circles repeated over and over as her lips formed a wet seal. Her cheeks were a bright red at the thought of performing such an act in front of a crowd of people, but gradually as time went on and she drew him further and further into her mouth, she forgot about everything else but the wet suckling and licking that she was doing.

 

[cgraven]

All eyes were on the tableau before them. There was a dark seductive power to the image of Kareem’s dark bronze body towering over the pale young coed, her flawless naked perfection breath taking as Angela knelt submissively before him her pert little ass resting on her heels his impressive cock dancing and waving before the girl’s moist ripe soft pink lips. They had all heard Kareem’s stern warning to his little slave girl

“Failure to please me sexually will be met with punishment. Disobedience will be met with severe punishment. On your knees, girl, and please me with that pretty little mouth of yours.”

The silence as the crowd watched was almost deafening and then Angela, slowly rising up from where she had sat on her heels, drawing herself up until she was kneeling before him, the velvet tip of his massive cock just a breath away from the young coed’s luscious lips. Angela’s delicate hands rested palms down on her silken thigh, as she closed the distance between them. She bit her lip as she peeked up at his stern face once last time before she took a deep breath, closed her eyes tight and took him into her mouth.

Kareem’s strong fingers laced into Angela glorious silken chestnut mane as the young coed’s tongue slowly, languidly circled the head of her Masters cock, just the way Alex Merchant had instructed her. Angela repeated the sensually seductive act over and over as her lips formed a wet seal. The young girl’s cheeks were crimson at being required to perform such an intimate act in front of this crowd of strangers who had each bid to possess her for their own. Ever so gradually as time went passed the young submissive beauty lost herself in the act of pleasing her Master and she drew him deeper and deeper into her warm sweet adoring mouth. It was obvious that Angela had forgotten about everything else but pleasing her Master and the wet suckling and licking of her delicious little mouth was clearly heard throughout the hall.

Angela’s sensual little performance was met with an ovation of thunderous applause. The young coed could taste the first drops of her Master’s cum on the hollow of her tongue just as he pulled his cock from the young girl’s adoring suckling mouth.

“ Shall I take that sweet little pussy of yours now girl?............”

Her Master’s dark haunting voice echoed in her mind and soul. His hands on Angela’s trim little waist as she had been forced to her hands and knees to look out over the lecherous crowd that was savoring her public defilement.

“…..or that sweet tight little ass of yours Miss?”

As he spoke his cock slid between the firm cheeks of her ass to poke and nudge at Angela’s puckered anus.

 

[Angeleyz]

Eyes closed, Angela was lost in the moment as her lips and tongue familiarized themselves with the man before her. She was too busy to worry about this business of being sold, of being told she now served a new master. She had been told to please him, and her time with the Merchants and the diabolical Ms Jordan had armed her with the necessary knowledge and underscored her desire to please, to obey.

Her headed bobbed up and down, the speed of which was purely of her own making despite the vague awareness she had of his fingers entwined in her hair. Whether there to guide her efforts or punish her failures, the pressure eventually melted away to a comforting, almost grounding sensation.

The thunderous applause that filled the room just as she tasted the first signs that she had done well left Faith wide-eyed as he pulled away, having completely forgotten she had a room full of people watching their every move. It felt like her entire being went a bright red and she dropped her eyes to the floor in front of her as she tried to regain her composure but he didn't seem to notice her struggle as he drew her to her feet and turned her around as if he were going to her take a bow. One minute she was standing, and the next she was on her hands and knees again.

Shall I take that sweet little pussy of yours now, girl?

She gulped at his words, eyes closing in an attempt to block out the knowledge that she was still the center of attention as she felt him take up position behind her. It was humiliating to know how absolutely drenched she had become while pleasuring him and with a room full of people watching to boot.

or that sweet tight little ass of yours, Miss?

Faith whimpered softly as she felt him first slide along her wetness before drawing back to press against her backside. She swallowed her protests, not wanting to provoke his anger or incite his displeasure. Based on how much bigger he was than Mr Merchant and even Lawrence, she feared what would happen next.