White Slave Auction – Rebecca

White Slave Auction – Rebecca

Rebecca is sold at auction because she defaulted on her debts

Rebecca blew her nose she’d been crying all day, now they were at the entrance to the compound where the auctions took place she burst into tears again crying, “Isn’t there any other way.”

“You knew the penalty when you signed the contract, if you defaulted on the loan, the lender had the right to enslave and sell you”

There was a tap on the car window, a man wearing a dark hood motioned them to come on as ne opened the door and helped Rebecca out, directing her to the building entrance, which immediately opened and she followed him inside. Inside were several more men wearing hoods, one of which said. “I need you to follow me.”

Two of the hooded men grabbed Rebecca ’s arms, crying even harder she twisted trying to break loose but they gripped her firmly by the elbows, A hood was pulled over her head, it had no slits for eyes, and the dark fabric was pressed up against her face. The only opening was for her mouth, allowing her to breathe.

Her clothes were swiftly pulled off of her leaving her completely naked. Her heart danced madly as she was escorted into the darkness. She did not know where she was going though she had a good guess. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, then shackles bound around her ankles so that she couldn’t move far or fast. She could feel the presence of the escorts, tough no-nonsense men who guided her forwards roughly with their hands.

Rebecca knew she had made a terrible mistake. Cold air brushed against her naked body, inspiring chills, and visions of what was to come. Her body clinked with every step. Her bare feet slapped against the wooden floor. She was being led somewhere she couldn’t see until she was dumped onto a hard bed and left alone. Inside, she felt a bubbling mixture of terror, disbelief, and a shameful undercurrent of anticipation. Only a few hours ago, she’d been normal. She’d had friends, a life, ambitions and a future. She’d also had debts and that had been the start of the problem. Many people had debts, but Rebecca had a great deal of them.

Looking back, she should have realized things were getting bad but she hadn’t seen it. Maybe didn’t want to see it. Then, one day she was taken into a very serious room with a very serious man who worked for the bank and was told in no uncertain terms just how much money she really owed. And that, as they said, was the end of that.

So here she was she hadn’t expected to go this far. He was very persuasive, his words were like honey dripping into her ears. He knew just what to say, he was so very understanding. There was no judgement at all, and he was proud to say that he could help! In retrospect, she probably should have looked into it further before signing the contract. She’d known what was being asked of her, but to know it and to actually live it?

As soon as the ink was dry, she was taken to the other side of the building. There, she was put into a cell. Guarded by two bored-looking men and told to take off her clothes! Rebecca had no choice in the matter and had been forced to strip down, her face red and her hands trembling. The guards had not made it easy. They had commented on her body, on her breasts, asking how many men she’d fucked, how experienced she was, and where she liked to touch herself.

Once she was naked, they took away everything. Her clothes, her money, her phone. Even her glasses! She was left shivering and naked in the cell, cursing herself for signing the contract and wrestling with the sinking realization that she had no one else to blame but herself for this latest stupidity.

In the present, she heard a door open and was shoved forward. She stumbled, the chains clinking as she caught herself. She was somewhere different now, and she strained her senses. She could hear soft murmuring and breathing. Many voices spoke in hushed whispers. The floor felt different under her bare feet. Was she on a stage?

The day had come then. All doubt was dispelled. She’d sold herself into slavery to escape her debts and now it was time for the auction. She felt petrified. Turning this way and that, trying to find out where the audience was. She didn’t know how many there were, but it sounded like dozens! Dozens of people all seeing her naked and in chains! She squirmed, feeling their eyes on her bare skin. They were probably looking at her like she was a piece of meat. Not a person but a thing, something to be possessed and used.

Someone pushed her roughly to her knees and someone else grabbed her legs. The shackles were roughly undone. Rebecca tried to yelp but made only a strangled gurgling sound around the plastic cock which had been forced into her mouth and anchored by the mask. The first person pressed down on her, forcing her to kneel while the second pulled her legs as far apart as they could. Rebecca didn’t resist but felt every inch of humiliation as she was forced to expose herself to the crowd.

She felt cold metal cuffs close around her ankles, this time they were locked directly to the floor. Her muscles strained against them, but when it came to flesh against metal, metal always won. Her legs remained spread. Her arms were chained behind her back.

She had a dildo in her pussy. It felt hard and warm inside of her, teasing her body with each step that she had been forced to make. It was set to vibrate at random times, catching her off-guard and making her stumble or moan. A Butt plug had also been inserted into her ass and together, the two of them spoke for part of the reason why she had been moving so slowly.

Both of them had been given to her back in the cell. One of the guards had rolled them through the bars, letting them come to rest at her feet. “For your big day,” he’d leered at her. “We figure it’s better if slaves come out looking like they want whatever is coming to them. Nice and wet, you know. Not that that would be a problem for you.”

Rebecca’s face flushed red. Without her glasses, her long-distance vision was bad but she could still see with some effort. The dildo was hot pink, intended to catch the eye and flaunt its presence. The Butt plug was rounded and black.

“I’d put them in if I were you,” the guard said. “One way or the other, you’re going out wearing them. Either you do it or we do it. And let’s be honest, we’d probably have some fun with you while we got you all sorted out.” He leered again and she shivered, reaching for the toys.

Shamefully, her pussy was already wet and she felt the guards’ eager eyes on her as she pressed the tip between her legs. Rebecca bit her lower lips, trying not to moan as it sunk deeper and deeper into her. The dildo was large and did not easily fit inside of her. She had to work at it, struggling and moaning. All the while she knew she was giving the guards a show they would remember.

One of them took out a phone and recorded her! She wondered if it was going to wind up online. She wondered if her friends would find it and know what had happened to her. After the dildo, there came the plug. Together, the two of them were a double penetration of unfeeling plastic that she felt with every step. Her body rumbled, and her nerves grew taut.

Before she had a chance to try and collect herself, the cell was opened and she was masked and chained. And now she was being force-marched naked down a corrido. Her legs spread. Her pussy was wet, stuffed with a hot pink dildo that no one could possibly miss.

She would ask where she went wrong, but that was pretty damned obvious by now. The sound of the audience was much louder now. She felt a sudden heat as spotlights swiveled to highlight her helpless body. Every inch of her was exposed, thrown into stark relief. Heat ran through her, and her pulse raced. There came a clicking sound next, and the chain which bound her arms was anchored to the floor.

Someone else – probably a man – took the metal lead which connected to her collar and bound it to the floor as well.