Alina the Slut is Sold
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Alina was led onto the stage without any restraints, her own slutty desire the only chain. She was naked except for complex ropework that supported her breasts without obscuring her hard nipples and held her outer pussy lips apart to show off the pink, swollen inner folds, glistening with her slut juices.
“Lot number 8, 20-year-old female, healthy and extra slutty, desperate to have her holes filled, whether cock, fingers, or plug. Use her all night long, she’ll service entire crews eagerly!”
Her rope bonds were attached to cables that suspended her in the air on her back. Cuffs were attached to her ankles, attached to more cables that pulled her legs wide apart, displaying her pussy and asshole prominently for the audience.
“Already trained to cum from her ass and deep throat the biggest cocks, she’s buy and fuck, no preparation required!”
A camera focused on her from below and displayed on a large screen onstage, with her pussy in centre view and her breasts arching out above.
The slut handler rolled in the wheeled fuck machine and her pussy juice ran faster as he attached the dildo and lined it up. With a flick of the switch, it was on, the gentle whirring accompanying the obscene wet noises it made while fucking her sopping pussy.
“We’ll start the bidding at one thousand, do I hear one thousand?”
And the bidding was on. Alina only registered the rising number as it resulted in the machine fucking her faster. bahis siteleri She moaned quietly, trying not to disturb the proceedings. Pussy juice trickled down her ass and dripped onto the floor.
“Ten thousand! Do I hear eleven?”
At this mark, the dildo was swapped for a larger one, the machine plowing it into her ruthlessly until she came. The bids continued to come in, raising the speed so she could only cum continuously.
“Twenty thousand!”
The first dildo now reappeared, now going into her ass. The machine was set so one dildo plunged in while the other pulled out, ensuring that she was being fucked at all so times. She whimpered and grasped at the harness, unable to shift her position away from the continuous screwing.
“Thirty thousand!”
The dildo fucking her ass was now swapped for the larger model, the stretch of having both her holes plowed with such massive sticks making her pussy gush obscenely.
“Look at this slut, you won’t even need lube! I’m sure we all want to see her get the forty thousand dollar treatment! Do I hear forty thousand? Forty thousand from the gentleman in the back!”
The slut handler grabbed her head and neck and shoved his cock down her throat. She opened her mouth eagerly for the mouthfucking, moaning around the thick meat. He fucked her in time with the piston screwing her pussy. She couldn’t stop cumming, her pussy and ass clenching and squeezing while the fucking machine indifferently canlı bahis siteleri continued fucking her.
“Fifty thousand, thank you to the gentleman in the third row! Let’s give them a show, Mr. Handler!”
One hand still holding her head at the right angle to fuck, the handler grabbed a paddle and began to expertly strike her breasts. She couldn’t hold in a small shriek at each slap across her sensitive nipples, skilfully delivered to sting and redden her skin without bruising.
“One hundred thousand cresents.” The voice did not shout, but his powerful tone cut through even her sexual haze to register. The handler, startled at the huge bid, faltered in his fucking and paddling, but the fucking machine continued its relentless screwing.
The auctioneer quickly recovered his enthusiastic prattle. “We have one hundred thousand! Do I hear any other bids. One hundred thousand going once, one hundred thousand going twice, sold to the gentleman by the wall!”
The handler pulled his cock out of her mouth and flicked off the fucking machine. She gradually stopped cumming as the dildos were removed and she was lowered to the ground, though any slight stimulation to her pussy or ass set off another wave of helpless clenching. Rather than wait for her to be able to walk on her own, the handler picked her up by the rope harness and carried her backstage. She vaguely saw the next girl waiting to be sold, dressed in the demure gown canlı bahis that said she was being sold as an eager virgin rather than a slutty whore like Alina.
Her new owner was already backstage, a tall man wearing a crisp shirt and pants that implied dress code without becoming a uniform. His brown hair was short and neat, and his dark eyes evaluated her in a cool, calculating way that made her thighs clench. He was going to get his money’s worth, which meant she was going to be thoroughly used.
“How would you like her, sir? We can leave her in this getup or get her changed. There are also private rooms if you’d like to give her a go before you leave.” She was standing at this point, but the handler was still holding her up by the harness.
“Hose her off and get her covered in something warm. I want to leave as soon as possible.”
“Of course, sir.”
She was carried to the tiled cleaning area, where her harness was removed and a jet of water was aimed at her dripping pussy. She cried out as the pressure made her cum again, but the stimulation was less than the fucking machine and it subsided after a minute. A towel was thrown at her feet and she dried herself off before putting on basic clothing and a coat and shoes.
She hurried back to her new owner, not wanting to waste his time. He scrutinized her clothing for a second before nodding. “Let’s go.”
“Sir!” called the handler. “Did you want to put a collar or tracker on her before you leave?”
He glanced at the handler, then her. “Are you planning on running away?”
“No, master,” she said breathlessly, a thrill running through her at using the title.
“No collar. Follow me.”
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