Holding Cell Series, #5Poor Petra unwillingly gets to please the crowd.Petra cowers as she stands th
Holding Cell Series, #5Poor Petra unwillingly gets to please the crowd.Petra cowers as she stands there waiting. Utterly strippedof every piece of clothing by the brutish hooded man who has chained her collarup tight to the soiled cement wall. Not that she had on much clothing to startwith, just a simple tunic, that barely covered her naked ass, as per her latestmaster’s demands. The shreds of which now lie all around her cuffed feet.Her hands, caught behind her back, pull up futilely on theconnecting chain with her ankles, as she keeps her gaze down, her smudged andcracked glasses, slipping down her nose. The frightening looking hooded mantakes his time inspecting her body. Molesting in fact, being the proper wordfor his attentions. He has spent the better part of the last fifteen minutesbreathing heavily and fondling Petra’s small yet perky chest. His job now to forceher down this long grey foreboding hallway and out onto the sales floor stage. A stage where she will demonstrate herabilities, again, and be sold to the highest bidder.“Nice tits for a woman of your age. How old are you slave?”he asks gruffly.“Thirty two, I think..” she responds obediently. Her cloudedand worried mind trying to remember how many birthdays she has spent as acompliant and dutiful slave to so many different domineering and at timessadistic men.He nods at her and then squeezes her entire left breast inhis large muscular hand. His thick hard fingers digging into her soft fleshlike five horrible crushing pins of some medieval torture device. His otherlarge hand comes up to cup her other breast and he begins to savagely squeezeboth her breast mounds.“Such sweet small boobs you have for hurting. Damn, If I hadtime I would whip them till they bled and then chew on your nipples for a long whiletoo. But goddamn it, your sweet bod is up next for sale in a few minutes.” He growlsout under his hood.She noticeably flinches at his harsh twisted words and then moansand bites her lower lip, as his fingers crush her small tits for what seemslike an eternity. She keeps her eyes down, trying not to show the pain andtears forming in them, as he manhandles her throbbing tits. Then his thumbs dighard into the underside of each of her tits and she gasps out in deep pain.“Oh fuck..oh gawd …pleassse…pleassse .”She’s had her chest trapped and sandwiched in a metal barclamp device before, by a previous sadistic owner, but this man’s hands are theworst thing she has suffered in years. And as he pulls his large hands back offher chest, she can already see the finger print bruises forming.She gulps and sniffles, her head suddenly pushed up by thehard tip of a crop like whip jammed up under her chin. Even through the eyeholes cut out of his dark grey hood, she can tell he is sickly smiling at heras she looks into his faceless eyes.“Please what?…You snivelling useless skank. You want myhands and teeth on your tiny tits for the rest of the short time we havetogether? Or maybe one of my big strong fingers wedged up in here?!” he growlsas he pushes his large left hand in between her clenching naked thighs.Petra moans as his hand’s rough skin skates over her softfolds and one of his large fingers curls up and penetrates hard and deep intoher snug slit. Her eyes glance up to see the pleasured smile in his eyes,hiding behind the hood masking his face.“You like this, don’t you? You stupid four eyed slut! Youlike getting sold and passed about between perverted men?”There is only the slightest nod of her reluctantly submissivehead. Her well broken in body agreeing with his statement. A sudden gaspescapes her puffy and sore, and just previously well used lips, as he gruntsand inserts into her stinging pussy, another thick finger.With his large left hand still cupping her damp pussy, hethen, using his right hand, uses the handle of his whip to push back up herbent and dirty glasses. She can barelysee thru the partially dried cum stains smudging her lenses.Then he drags the tip of his trusty slave management tool downover her steel collared neck. The tip of the whip, which has made every girlbeing sold tonight scream in agony at some point, he drags down between hersmall heaving naked chest. Using the flayed tip of the whip, he flicks at the dried sementhat has left a trail down between her tits and over her tummy. Her torsoliterally covered in white splotches of many men’s ejaculate.“You’ve been a dirty little thing since you’ve arrived hereat the auction house. You’ve been a right busy cock sucking filthy slave whore,haven’t you?”Petra once again nods in subservient agreement. Shesubconsciously licks her lips as she remembers taking in not just thisfrightening hooded man’s surprisingly thick stubby penis, but the cocks ofthree other handlers employed by the auction house to keep the incoming productcompliant and docile.And lastly a half dozen onlookers. Aroused and sexuallycharged males, come to purchase a new slave girl, and luckily arriving at the auctionhouse just as poor Petra was delivered and unpacked. Their requests to samplethe newly arrived product welcomed by the auction house management. Their semen spilled from her lower lip like a continuousrunning faucet, as the handlers degradingly pushed her to her knees right outof the delivery truck. And deliberately in front of that pack of men coming tothe auction to purchase some sweet new play thing. They all took consecutive turns using her tired mouth, notletting her once stop to take a break. One erupting slick cock became another,then another, as they pulled on her hair and forced her gasping mouth ontotheir dicks.She remembers the sound they made as each of them came inher slobbering and gasping mouth. The only other sound she made, was therattling of her chains as her stringently cuffed wrists pulled at the metallinks holding her arms and legs captive.Her watery eyes clenched shut and not seeing the gatheredcrowd of men nodding in approval, some even taking notes. These would be themen who would want to bid on her, to take her home and keep her chained up intheir own dungeon, so they could repeat the violation of her mouth over andover, as it was happening now before their lustful eyes.All of a sudden now, Petra yelps as the hooded handler yankshis two large fingers from her pussy by literally lifting her up on her toesand squeezing her pussy before ripping his hand away. She has little time tothink or recover as his eye holes come within inches of her teary eyes, and herumbles“They just called you number slut. Time to sell your sorryass. And do you know why it’s sorry?” he asks gruffly. As he unlocks her neckchain from the cement brick wall.Her meek, “I don’t know sir, I don’t know why it’s sorry.”Making him grin under the threatening hood.“Cause I am going to whip your ass all the way to the stageif you don’t move your cute naked ass cheeks as fast as you can go….Yep, you’llbe fuckin sorry!…Now get a move on slave!” Shouting his commands over and over for her to move, hebegins to flail his whip around freely. Landing a stinging blow on Petra’s bareleft ass cheek every time. The snap of the leather against her bum makes hersqueal every time. She wishes she could run down the hall, but her restrictivecuffs and chains make that an impossibility.And just as she reaches the solid steel door leading outinto the crowded, smoky and noisy sales hall, she is wrenched backwards by herneck chain. The hooded guard’s lecherous large hand landing and grabbing firmlyonto Petra’s freshly whipped ass.As he crushes her left ass cheek, the pain from the newlyapplied welts intensifies and she whimpers as her legs almost give out. But hisupward yanking grip on her neck chain holds her upright as she now sputters andchokes.The heavy steel door opens, and the roar of the aroused menawaiting her arrival overtakes Petra’s mind. The hooded man is joined by anotherhandler. He is as tall and wide and sadistic looking as her current tormentor,but carrying a nasty large gag. He nods and says, “It’s ready. Can’t wait tohear this cunt squeal!”Petra’s small frame begins to tremble. Her legs unsteady asshe glimpses the sea of lustful booze fueled perverts wanting to buy her, toget their rough hands on her and use her just for fun, if they can.The hooded man leans in and noticeably laughing under hisdisguise says, “Thought you should know sweetheart, we have a surprise outthere for you tonight. Since most of the boys out there tonight already saw yousucking cock when you got here, the consensus has been to see how your pussytakes it…riding the ‘cunt buster’..of course. Hope you came prepared to beimpaled and screaming in agony tonight as you suffer on the most intense salesdisplay imaginable.” It would be a few more minutes before they had the screamingand flailing about Petra under control. Her gag finally in, her chin drippingdrool and a few new whip marks added to the backs of her tender soft thighs.But our hooded man did it, he got her up on stage. Yankingher up the few stairs as her cuffed feet struggled awkwardly to make the shorttrip. Her face a picture of defeat and despondent resignation, as she lookedpast the cock swallowing training post, every other girl had been locked totonight, before being sold. Petra then stared anxious and horrified at the ‘cunt busting’wooden horse, knowing in minutes she would be suffering in complete sexualagony for the joy of these loud horny perverts. Her only wish was for theauction to go swiftly as a group of muscular men swept in and unceremoniouslymounted her flailing about and screaming body on the device.A wish, that an hour later, has long gone from her screamingand bathed in white pain mind, as she glimpsed through her tears and smudgedglasses, the hooded man reappearing. Her sex, her clit, her most delicate body parts, are inmangled excruciating pain from the brutally saw ridged horse, her shaking legsare forced to straddle. Her ankles have been locked to metal rings on the horseand her feet have not touched the floor in that entire hour.Her pussy in unrelenting painful hell, from both the sawlike teeth and the fat dildo buried in her well stuffed vagina. Her channelstretched and forcibly spread in unimaginable discomfort. The sight of herriding the horse in agony for so long, having spurred on the crowd of men intoeven a more sadistic and darker rowdy mood.Petra’s mind clouded in sexual agony for the better part ofthe last hour, for a brief hopeful moment, expected relief, and for the soul breakingtorture to end. All becuase she glimpsed the hooded man bend down to the floor. Her minderroneously thinking he was unlocking her ankles and ending her utter soulbreaking predicament. But in reality, he bent down to the floor to pick somethingup. Then with a firm grip, he painfully grasped the hair on the back of Petra’sshaking head, holding the much bigger dildo in her line of sight and announcingto the boisterous shouting crowd,“So who wants to see her ride an even bigger fucking dildo,while we have some more beers and decide when to sell her sorry ass?”And obviously, much to her horror and ignorant of her gaggedscreaming pleas, the worked up crowd of cheering men, utterly enjoying thetorment of the once pretty slave up on the stage…. roared its approval..A little series I have done on women waiting to be, or getting sold, in the most vile of conditions. And also Petra, is modelled on my wife..heheheOther Holding Cell Series Stories Series 1 The benchSeries 2 Bethany ziptied Series 3, Joanne’s Terrified New Arrivals Series 4, Minerva, Fresh Product for sale -- source link