Tears flooded down Susan's cheeks. She heard the door unlock and close behind her, but pain no heed to it as she lay there, her sobs shivering through her body.
Susan lay there for what seemed like an eternity before she again heard the click of the door and felt a brush of air caress her body as the door opened. The man slid his hands beneath her arms and lifted her, steadying her on her legs. Moving around in front of her, he released her wrist and blood flowed painfully back into her hands. His hands went behind her head and loosened the knot holding the ball-gag in her mouth, but his finger had to almost pry the ball out of her mouth.
Moving back away from her, he sat down on the cot. "Strip."
Susan stood there knowing she had been defeated. She knew she couldn't handle the pain of failure to obey his order.
"The tit-sling first," the man said.
Ashamed and embarrassed, she raised her hands to the clip in the center of her bra. The man stared as her fingers nervously unhooked the clip and parted the bra cups, revealing the firm, full tit-flesh.
"The panties now, cunt," the man said.
Susan dropped her bra. Her fingers hooked into her bikini panties at her hips and slowly slid them down her long legs, then she stepped out of them. Her hands hung limply at her sides.
"Come over here. Stand here in front of me." He indicated a spot two feet in front of him.
Susan moved to the spot and waited.
"Spread your legs and open up that cunt. Let's see what you have to offer."
Her legs opened wide and her eyes closed tightly as her fingers reached for her pussy-lips and pulled them open. She felt her body shivers as his finger touched the exposed pink cunt-meat and eased up inside of her fuck-hole.
"Yeah, nice cunt, real nice cunt. You're going to bring a good price."
Susan couldn't believe her ears. She was truly going to be somebody's slave to be used and abused.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan sat in the dank room for several days, now knowing just what was going to happen to her. She was kept naked and was always allowed to use the bathroom every morning and every evening.
When the man came in with her breakfast tray one morning, he had a paper bag. "There's some clothes in there, as soon as you're finished eating and cleaned up I want you to put them on."
Susan nodded and began eating as the man left, locking the door behind him.
Twenty minutes later the man returned and took her to the bathroom.
"Shower, wash your hair good and then put that make-up on." He pointed to a box of make-up laying on the floor.
Susan nodded and stepped into the shower, adjusting the handles until the water was hot but bearable.
Fifteen minutes later she stepped out of the shower toweled her clean hair as dry as she could, then stepped over to the sink. She bent down and picked up the box of make-up. The box contained hair rollers, lipstick, a hair dryer, and all of the other necessities.
A half-hour later the bathroom door opened and the man came in.
"Wheeeeee!" he exclaimed. "You are one beautiful cunt!"
He turned her head from side to side, inspecting her just as he would a piece of meat at a food market.
"Let's get you dressed now. I've got a couple of prospective buyers coming over in about half an hour."
Leading Susan back to her room, he told her to get dressed, then left. She picked up the paper bag and emptied the contents on the cot. Sheer, flesh-colored nylons, a black garter belt, a pair of black crotch-less bikini panties, a bra with nipple holes cut out in the center, a plain mini housedress, and a pair of black heels fell onto the mattress. She put the clothes on. The dress had buttons all the way down the front.
She had to walk around the room several times getting used to the heels and was just passing the door when the lock clicked and it opened. The man entered.
"They're here," he said very matter-of-factly." When you meet them, you will reply to all of their questions, and if they give you an order, you will say, yes, Master, and comply without hesitation to their order. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Susan said softly, knowing she was about to be inspected and sold to a complete stranger.
"Lift your dress. Let me check you out before we go."
Susan dropped her hands to the hem of her dress and raised it to her waist. The man checked the nylons, garter belt, and had her turn around as he checked the tight fit of the bikini over her asscheeks. Susan then turned to face him and he ran his fingers to her tits and felt her nipples.
"Yes, they'll like you," he said, and led her out of the room for the last time.
They entered a very plush office where two men sat in front of a desk. Susan was led to the center of the office and the men turned their chairs to face her. Susan noticed that one of them was large and ugly and the other looked to be tall and slim.
"Hmmmm, not bad, Bob," the slim man said.
Susan felt the flush come to her cheeks as she stood there being ogled by the three men. She wanted to run, to hide her face, anything except be where she was.
"Lift the dress, cunt," the heavy-set man said.
She wanted to tell him to go to hell, but she knew what would happen if she did and she couldn't bear the thought of being whipped again. She knew she couldn't take the pain and would eventually have to do what they ordered anyway.
"Now!" Bob shouted, startling her.
She dropped her hands to the bottom of the mini-dress and raised it up to the tops of her nylons.
"Higher, cunt!" the slim man yelled. "Let's see that cunt!"
Her eyes lowered. She did not want to look at them. Obediently, she lifted the hem of her dress to her waist, revealing her sex peering out between the crotch-less panties.
"Not much bush," the burly man said, and she knew they were all staring at her pussy.
Suddenly her head snapped to the side. "Uuuuummph!" she groaned. Bob had slapped her hard across the face. She saw the back of his hand coming back. "Uuuunngghh!"
"What did I tell you to say when a master speaks to you?" Bob yelled at her, his face only an inch from hers.
Susan felt the blood seep out of the corner of her mouth from where his knuckles had split her lower lip. She looked at Bob with fright in her eyes. "Yes, Master!" she gasped.
"Then do it, Goddamn you!" Bob screamed.
"Y-yes, Master."
The two men smiled as Bob shouted at the girl.
Then the slim man spoke. "Take the dress off."
"Yes, Master," she said, and immediately her fingers went to the top button of her dress and slipped it through the buttonhole. Button followed button until the dress parted and she slid it off her bare shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
"Now let's see the inside of your cunt, bitch," the big man said.
"Yes, Master."
Her fingers moved to her cunt-lips as she spread her legs. She separated her pussy-lips as wide as she could, letting the men look at her pussy-flesh and feeling like she wanted to melt right there in the middle of the room.
"Turn around now," the slim man said.
"Yes, Master." She started to move her hands away from her cunt as she turned.
"Keep that cunt open, whore!"
She quickly moved her fingers back to her pussy-lips and spread them.
The three men looked at her lusciously rounded ass.
The short burly man spoke. "Back up here and bend over."
Susan moved back, still holding her cunt-lips apart. She felt fingers hook into the tops of her panties and slowly slide them down over the twin mounds of her supple asscheeks.
"Put your hands down on your ankles now." Releasing her pussy lips, she slid her hands down her nylon-clad legs. "Yes, Master."