The last thing to be removed was the tail. The plug emerged with an audible pop. James watched as Felicity blushed again and saw that the girl's little pucker remained gaping open.
"Do you have some place private where I can take her?" asked James.
"You may use her stall. It's not entirely private but it's the best we have at the stables."
"I'm sure it will do nicely. Which one is hers?"
"It's down on the left," gestured the mistress. "The one with her name on it."
"Thank you," said James as he attached the lead to Felicity's collar. Then he led the naked girl to the door with "Felicity" written in ornate gold script.
"Might as well take advantage of your training," remarked James as he closed the door behind him and unfastened his pants. He bent Felicity over the bench, grasped her hips and plunged his erect cock into her bottom with one swift motion. Thankfully, Felicity had already been lubricated and stretched there by the plug so it was not painful to accommodate the man's huge cock. But it was extremely humiliating to be sodomized and she just closed her eyes as she fought back the tears.
Chapter 12
Felicity stood in line with three other girls and two men. Each was to be sold. Each wore a slender chain necklace with a tube dangling from the necklace. She could see from the other tubes that they contained a piece of paper but she had no idea what it was for.
The first item auctioned off was a beautiful redhead. She looked calm and serene and Felicity assumed that she had been in the lifestyle for awhile and was used to being sold. It was as the girl was being led onto the stage that Felicity learned about the contents of the tube. The necklace was removed by the auctioneer who then extracted the piece of paper.
"Lot number one is named Meredith." He read some details about the girl including her height, weight and measurements. He described how she was being sold for a one week period and then read off a list of activities that were off limits. Felicity realized that her tube contained the terms of her contract of sale and she wondered what was on the paper.
Meredith was sold quickly for a staggeringly high price. Lot number two was petrified as he was led onto the stage. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights as his details were shared with the bidders. And he looked as if he would die when the auctioneer lifted his penis in his hand and stroked him to erection. Eventually, he was sold. Felicity was lot number three.
"Lot number three is named Felicity. She is five feet four inches tall and 120 pounds. She measures 36C-23-35 and has only been a slave for ten days. So all of you who like fresh meat will have to get your checkbooks out tonight." Felicity turned beet red as the auctioneer lifted her breasts in his palms to show their size and firmness. He turned her in profile to the audience and then turned her back to the bidders, bending her at the waist and prying her bottom cheeks apart to display her there.
"Some limitations on this girl are as follows: permanent marks, drugs and scat are off limits. Otherwise, this beautiful slave is yours to do with as you please."
"Gosh, that's a short list," thought Felicity. She wasn't sure what else she thought should be on the list but she was sure that there should be more. She spotted James and Liv seated near the stage. They both smiled proudly as if they were watching their child graduate from kindergarten.
The bidding went on for quite awhile and reached another staggering sum before the gavel called the bidding over. Felicity was led off the stage and taken to meet her new owner.
"Even more beautiful up close," smiled the older woman. Her new owner introduced herself as Grace and appeared to be in her early forties. "I just sold one of my girls for a week, so you will have to entertain me instead. At least for the next twenty four hours you will."
The paperwork was completed and then Grace led Felicity off into the darkness, using a leash that she had brought with her for that purpose. When they arrived at Grace's cottage, Felicity was surprised to see three other people already there. Two slavegirls were bound to pillars on either side of the front door. Both were naked and gagged with their binding ropes crisscrossing over their bodies and holding them tightly to their posts. "They are being punished tonight," Grace explained.
The third one as bound inside. He was stretched tightly over a rounded wood form that spread him and put him totally on display. His cock was erect and twitched slightly now and then. Felicity could see moisture at the tip of the cock, indicating that he was aroused. The confusing thing about this slave, however, was that he also had breasts. Felicity glanced back and forth from the beautifully formed breasts to the large, masculine cock wondering how this could possibly be.
"Ted is also being punished," Grace explained. "Aren't you, little one?" She reached out and delicately stroked the stiff erection. Ted nodded quickly and Felicity noticed that he too had a ball stuffed in his mouth to gag him just like the two females bound out front. Grace moved her hands to Ted's breasts and rolled the nipples back and forth, eliciting a moan past the gagged lips.
Felicity shook her head in disbelief at the display. This man had breasts that most women would kill to have and Grace was nonchalantly toying with them. It was all just so unreal to her.
It was late so Felicity was led to the bedroom. She spent the next hour servicing Grace with her tongue until, after three orgasms, Grace pulled her onto the bed and snuggled with her latest acquisition until they both fell asleep.
The other three slaves apparently spent the night in their bound positions because they were still in their original positions when Felicity emerged from the bedroom. Grace met her with a cup of coffee but had to hold it to her lips since she still had her hands bound behind her. After taking a couple of sips, she found Grace's lips upon her own and felt an arm around her hugging her tightly as Grace continued the kiss.
"So delicious," murmured Grace. "So innocent and delicious. I have a full day planned and I can't wait to sample everything you have to offer."
The day consisted of sex, humiliation and tenderness. Throughout the day, Felicity experienced one erotic embarrassment after another but had difficulty becoming angry with her new owner. Grace's words and expressions were filled with love and kindness. It was almost as if Grace thought she was treating Felicity to wonderful new experiences that she would love, regardless of how degrading they were.
The first humiliation was the mounting of the she-male. Felicity's wrists were unbound and she was instructed to climb onto the frame above Ted. Then the mistress grasped Ted's cock and pushed down on Felicity's lower back, guiding the large spear into her sex. Once again, a cock slid easily into her and she wondered how she could be so constantly aroused in the midst of such depravities.
"Kiss his breasts," Grace commanded. "I could see last night how you admired them."
Obediently, Felicity lowered her lips to a breast and kissed it. "Suck on it. It drives him crazy." Felicity complied and drew the nipple into her mouth feeling the bud stiffen. Grace reached out and claimed Felicity's right breast and squeezed it tenderly, letting her fingers glide from the base to the tip over and over again as if she were milking an udder. Despite the humiliating appearances of being milked, Felicity found the sensations arousing and felt her body responding.
Soon, Grace moved to the other side and repeated the motions with the left breast. As she milked that one, her hand slipped between the two bodies and Felicity felt fingertips grazing over her clitoris and stimulating it. Within minutes, Felicity's body tensed and she groaned as a powerful orgasm swept through her body. She collapsed lifeless on the prone, bound she-male.