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torturegarden -> Auction (6/2/2010 2:02:00 PM)

Adams eyes darted around the well lit auction room and the sight that greeted him set his heart racing. Somewhere deep inside him a pang of fear and regret echoed through him but before he could turn and run the suited siren in front of him brought the leash taught causing him to lurch forward. In what felt like a moment she had lead him to one of the long low display benches and with gentle hands guided him to his place on his knees. As she leant forward the sweet scent of her perfume wafted over him while with practiced efficiency she attached chains firstly to his wrists and ankles and then to his neck to keep him in place. He knew not to struggle as she attached his price ticket to his collar and after quickly scanning her program she drew a clear seventy two on his upper chest. With her task now complete she took one last critical look over his fear gripped body and satisfied with her work she turned and was gone. As she walked away Adams eyes once more scanned the hall and as his eyes took in the spectacle of the hundred or so men for sale like him the desire to bolt gripped him once more. Somewhere close by he could hear the murmur of female conversation and the unmistakeable pop of champagne corks. His mind raced as he fought the urge to guess whether he would be sold or not and to whom though as he heard the doors start to open it was all he could do to swallow hard and try not to faint.



hlen5 -> RE: Auction (6/9/2010 1:07:49 AM)

More, please!!



torturegarden -> RE: Auction (6/10/2010 10:17:23 AM)

Megan smiled sweetly at her chained and helpless ex-boyfriend, looked at his price tag, looked to her friend Jess and burst into laughter.

"Guess what his reserve is, ten pounds!"

"That seems a little much?" Came Jess's coy reply and then she too began to laugh.

Jess had never made a secret of her dislike for Adam while he and Megan had dated and yet seeing him now like this made her almost vitriolic. With great pleasure she ran her fingers softly down his chest and then gripping his flesh savagely between her fingers she began to squeeze. Adam writhed and whimpered under her torment, his eyes pleading for his former lover to save him from her friends torment and yet as tears welled up in his eyes Megan’s laughter washed over him like rain.

"Do you still have that empty toy chest in the bottom of your wardrobe M?"

Jess's tone was playful and non-threatening, yet instantly Megan found herself imagining his naked body locked inside the tiny box forgotten beneath her shoes and boots. A wave of pleasure wafted through her quickly followed by a pang of guilt as she imagined his muffled pleading from within the box and suddenly she felt conflicted. This was all so new to her, the freedom from the strict rules of her upbringing, the realisation of her superiority over men and hedonistic pleasure that she had feared and never before felt. Mentally she logged his number and still torn took her friends hand in hers and proceeded to the next lot they wanted to consider.




torturegarden -> RE: Auction (6/11/2010 10:40:08 AM)

Standing at the back of the stage behind the cloak like backdrop Adam felt his heart would surely give out. Before him the queue of naked males snaked into the shining stage lights to stop three or so meters short of the lectern. The auction was in full swing now and the auctioneer had hit her stride. She was a young lady, not more than thirty and as Adam looked on she was energetically describing the slave that knelt beside her. The creatures fear, even from distance was painfully tangible from his cowering form and to Adam mortifying to behold. The male was plumb, hairy and balding, with freckled skin and deep set dark eyes which looked obediently downward. His back bore the scars of many a punishment yet from the way he failed to kneel with neither grace nor poise it was evident that he had failed to learn his place. Adam wondered who he was and what twisted fate had brought him to this place. Had he ever had importance or status, conviction or purpose, a life of his own? In a moment more the gavel fell and with it the life of one being passed to the ownership of another. Perhaps she would reward his devotion and servitude by loving, nurturing and protecting him, perhaps she would she would be vicious and cruel. Either way his dice was cast now, he was truly hers to possess.



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