BayernBeatdown
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- Feb 27, 2014
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“Wakey wakey sleepy head,” Mistress Raven tells me as she wakes me up the morning of the auction.
I brush aside my shoulder-length chestnut hair from my eyes along with the remnants of my slumber as I prepare for my big day.
We head down to the kitchen where Megan, my fellow slave, is waiting for us. Neither of us is wearing any clothes per our mistresses orders which makes Megan's accident while eating waffles so amusing.
While shoving a forkful of blueberry waffle in her mouth, she dripped maple syrup between her supple D cup breasts.
“Now, now,” Mistress Raven scolded her. “You can't be dirty before your big auction can you?”
“No Mistress,” Megan responded, eyes downcast in embarrassment.
“Alyssa darling, please lick her clean,” Mistress Raven continued before pouring even more syrup on Megan's breasts, which I eagerly lapped up with my tongue.
She squirmed as I made sure to suckle her breasts to send her into a quick ticklish fit, a minor retaliation to what I was put through the day previous.
Upon breakfast's completion, and my “plate” thoroughly cleaned, both of us slaves were placed in collars before being led to our mistresses car. As further punishment, Megan was told to lean back in the front seat to allow me to have my way with her sitting in the back as we drove.
Her arms were locked behind her head, gripping the headrest, granting me perfect access to her underarms. My nails wasted little of the precious time I was allotted.
“Hehehehehehe oh no that tickles Alyssa,” Megan squealed, not knowing what to expect.
I trailed my nails up her sides, across her ticklish tits and back into her smooth hollows. Having been tickled mercilessly at her hands, this was a great feeling and the sounds of her laughter warmed my heart.
“Hahahahahalyssa stop please,” she continued to plead but we were almost at our location due to Mistress Raven's searching eyes and slowing speed.
One last tickle was punctuated as I copped a hearty feel of her breasts when we parked next to an old, likely abandoned, warehouse.
Upon parking the car, leashes where attached to our collars by a pair of I guess you could call them parking attendants. Both women were dressed in white, form-fitting jumpsuits which showed every curve of their exquisite bodies.
Mistress Raven handed them slips of our identification followed by us being led inside the building, naked and anxious.
There must have been over a 100 mistresses gathered in the main entrance by a large stage awaiting the auction. All sorts of body shapes and ethnicity were present by my best guess.
Megan and I were taken to a table where our ID cards were handed to another woman in a tight white jumpsuit, zipper pulled down ever so slightly to pull focus to her ample cleavage.
The woman took great pleasure in writing on our breasts, MR001 on mine and MR002 on Megan's. The felt tip marker tickled as she pressed it into my flesh and I could tell it was having a similar effect on my counterpart.
Once marked, we were separated with Megan being taken left and myself to the right through a large doorway. My handler shoved me into a cell with a group of women I couldn't help but notice were as endowed as I was up top.
There were at least 10 other women in the cell with me, none with smaller tits than DD's and one or two with F's or my own EE's. I was still gathering my bearings when a tall redhead, likely pushing the former, walked up to me.
“Welcome to cell block DD,” she said with a smile. “My name's Monica.”
She reached out to shake my hand, which had the double effect of causing both our ample chests to jiggle.
“Nice to meet you,” I responded politely. “I'm Alyssa. So, how'd you get here?”
“Answered a Craiglist ad for a nanny,” Monica frowned.
“I delivered a pizza to a psycho,” I retorted.
During our quick chat, I had an uneasy feeling the whole time which was validated a moment later when Monica spoke next.
“You seem really nice and I hate to do this to you but we've started a game where we jump the new girl.....,” she said.
In a flash I felt at least six pairs of hands grab hold of me, tickling me indiscriminately as they did. My legs were picked up and I was tossed on the floor despite my futile attempts to escape.
It happened so fast I was lost in a blur of guffaws as tears filled my eyes.
There were two slaves at my feet, one using her nails up and down my arches while another was sucking my toes.
At the same time, my arms were being held above my head and exquisite attention being paid to my underarms with 20 nails flying about.
I screamed for help but none was forthcoming with Monica, her massive breasts swaying above my head, cackling in delight. Not having any other recourse, I lunged up and began to suckle on Monica's breasts.
“Eeeeek,” she shouted, followed by a low moaning. “Kinky little slut aren't you huh. Well, two can play that game.”
With a flick of her fingers, I felt a skilled tongue of another slave slip between my slit. It did little to distract me from my current predicament but it did give me renewed resolve to keep sucking my lead tormentor's titties.
None of us knew this, but a camera was broadcasting our escapades to the mistresses waiting to bid for our services. Suffice it to say mine and Monica's price were skyrocketing.
Monica proved adept at thinking through her pleasure, a skill I did not possess as readily, and decided to add a little more to my torture.
“Mmmmm,” she cooed. “You like titties do you? Let's take yours for a spin hmm?”
Her head leaned back from passion but know now rock-hard nipples were the focus of her desires. She ran her nails up from the undersides of my breasts to the nipples followed by a slight tweaking.
I was trying to figure out which sensation was the most intense, the treatment my feet, pits or tits were receiving or the lapping my pussy was getting. Turns out the tantalizing tongue was winning out.
My hips were rocking forward to allow my pleasure seeker deeper access, a fact not lost on the sadistic Monica.
“Take a break from lunch will you,” she barked at the woman between my legs. The woman instead started kneading my thighs while racing her nails along them to boot.
It proved effective, breaking my trance when I saw Monica looking directly in my eyes.
“You'll cum when I want you to cum,” she said, her voice dripping with a cruel power Monica clearly possessed.
The other slaves lifted my exhausted body, using my leash to tie my hands to the cell bars while ensuring I wouldn't fall over despite my tired legs.
“Do you wish to climax,” Monica asked me, almost politely.
“Yesssssssssssssss,” I screamed, wanting nothing more in my life.
“Well then,” she grinned. “We want to abuse your tits. Do you accept?”
Taken aback by the demand, I merely nodded my head knowing my fate was already sealed.
One-by-one, each of the nine other slaves in the cell took turns with my breasts. Some slapped them, leaving red marks while others tickled them.
Others still weighed them in their hands like you would a ripe melon before licking and sucking my nipples and areola's.
Not to be outdone, Monica grabbed the undersides and spanked them before skittering her nails on their reddened flesh.
This continued for two or three turns, each more embarrassing than then last before Monica spoke up.
“Alright, she's had enough,” Monica declared to resigned sighs from her minions.
She then herself knelt between my legs, ready to administer my reward.
Her cruelty was replaced with a tenderness almost like she knew she was playing a part in a play and meant it when she said she didn't enjoy what my fate entailed.
Monica griped my hips, slipping her wet and eager tongue deep inside while the dominant woman's compatriots groped my breasts one last time.
In almost no time at all, my juices gushed only to be lapped up by Monica drop by drop.
The wanton display of lust only fueled the awaiting bidding war in the main auditorium as guards began hauling those of us in the cell away one at a time for auction until it was only Monica and I remaining.
Through it all, I remained tied to the cell bars and received gentle tickles as each woman left.
A harsh silence fell in our cell when the last slave was escorted out, neither I nor Monica knowing what exactly to say. After what was actually a few seconds in reality but seemed like days, she spoke up.
“Holy shit was that fun or what!” she said brushing my sweat-matted hair out of my eyes. “I'm sorry I was so rough on you.”
Caught off guard by her brazen opening, I answered with almost brutal honesty I never expected.
“That was kind of fun wasn't it,” I laughed, possibly knowing my will had been broken. “Just be glad I won't have a chance at revenge.”
“Oh God yeah, that'd likely kill me” Monica laughed, goosing my sides playfully.
We continued chatting until the guards came back to take one of us away and break up our conversation. To both our shock, they led us onto the auditorium stage together.
The guards took every opportunity to cop a feel from each of us in addition to a few slaps on the ass.
Upon our entrance, the crowd roared and women were throwing up auction paddles before it officially began. We were placed next to a tall, skinny blonde who was running the auction.
“Now, it's time to auction off our lovebirds of Cell Block DD,” the auctioneer bellowed.
Monica was thrust forward, her breasts jiggling as she was.
“Let's start the bidding at 100K,” the blonde smiled but was quickly interrupted.
“I'll give you 1 Million for both,” a curvy black woman yelled out followed by a hushed murmur from the crowd.
Monica gave me a look of utter shock shared by both of us and the blonde auctioneer who sprung into action.
“I have a bid of 1 Million for both slaves,” she screamed. “Going once...”
Nobody in the crowd dared challenge the exuberant mistress, only stared at her.
“Going twice....SOLD,” the blonde yelled with a giant grin on her face.
Myself and my new sister slave were whisked to a back room where we were to meet our new, presumably loaded mistress. Both of us were cuffed to a chair, legs spread and arms behind our heads so our goods were on full display.
My first impression on when she walked into the room was excitement. She had long dark hair and a voluptuous figure matching my own.
She was a decked out in a pair of high heels and a dark red halter top which allowed her ample breasts to nearly spilled out. Her breasts looked incredible too, with her caramel skin looking good enough to eat.
“My name's Mistress Lyndsey,” she said sweetly. “I think we're going to be fast friends.”
As we left the auction house, my new mistress pulled my aside and whispered in my ear.
“I saw what Monica did to you,” she cooed. “I wanted to know you'll get revenge.”
My grin was almost a mile wide as we got into the car and drove to our new home.
I brush aside my shoulder-length chestnut hair from my eyes along with the remnants of my slumber as I prepare for my big day.
We head down to the kitchen where Megan, my fellow slave, is waiting for us. Neither of us is wearing any clothes per our mistresses orders which makes Megan's accident while eating waffles so amusing.
While shoving a forkful of blueberry waffle in her mouth, she dripped maple syrup between her supple D cup breasts.
“Now, now,” Mistress Raven scolded her. “You can't be dirty before your big auction can you?”
“No Mistress,” Megan responded, eyes downcast in embarrassment.
“Alyssa darling, please lick her clean,” Mistress Raven continued before pouring even more syrup on Megan's breasts, which I eagerly lapped up with my tongue.
She squirmed as I made sure to suckle her breasts to send her into a quick ticklish fit, a minor retaliation to what I was put through the day previous.
Upon breakfast's completion, and my “plate” thoroughly cleaned, both of us slaves were placed in collars before being led to our mistresses car. As further punishment, Megan was told to lean back in the front seat to allow me to have my way with her sitting in the back as we drove.
Her arms were locked behind her head, gripping the headrest, granting me perfect access to her underarms. My nails wasted little of the precious time I was allotted.
“Hehehehehehe oh no that tickles Alyssa,” Megan squealed, not knowing what to expect.
I trailed my nails up her sides, across her ticklish tits and back into her smooth hollows. Having been tickled mercilessly at her hands, this was a great feeling and the sounds of her laughter warmed my heart.
“Hahahahahalyssa stop please,” she continued to plead but we were almost at our location due to Mistress Raven's searching eyes and slowing speed.
One last tickle was punctuated as I copped a hearty feel of her breasts when we parked next to an old, likely abandoned, warehouse.
Upon parking the car, leashes where attached to our collars by a pair of I guess you could call them parking attendants. Both women were dressed in white, form-fitting jumpsuits which showed every curve of their exquisite bodies.
Mistress Raven handed them slips of our identification followed by us being led inside the building, naked and anxious.
There must have been over a 100 mistresses gathered in the main entrance by a large stage awaiting the auction. All sorts of body shapes and ethnicity were present by my best guess.
Megan and I were taken to a table where our ID cards were handed to another woman in a tight white jumpsuit, zipper pulled down ever so slightly to pull focus to her ample cleavage.
The woman took great pleasure in writing on our breasts, MR001 on mine and MR002 on Megan's. The felt tip marker tickled as she pressed it into my flesh and I could tell it was having a similar effect on my counterpart.
Once marked, we were separated with Megan being taken left and myself to the right through a large doorway. My handler shoved me into a cell with a group of women I couldn't help but notice were as endowed as I was up top.
There were at least 10 other women in the cell with me, none with smaller tits than DD's and one or two with F's or my own EE's. I was still gathering my bearings when a tall redhead, likely pushing the former, walked up to me.
“Welcome to cell block DD,” she said with a smile. “My name's Monica.”
She reached out to shake my hand, which had the double effect of causing both our ample chests to jiggle.
“Nice to meet you,” I responded politely. “I'm Alyssa. So, how'd you get here?”
“Answered a Craiglist ad for a nanny,” Monica frowned.
“I delivered a pizza to a psycho,” I retorted.
During our quick chat, I had an uneasy feeling the whole time which was validated a moment later when Monica spoke next.
“You seem really nice and I hate to do this to you but we've started a game where we jump the new girl.....,” she said.
In a flash I felt at least six pairs of hands grab hold of me, tickling me indiscriminately as they did. My legs were picked up and I was tossed on the floor despite my futile attempts to escape.
It happened so fast I was lost in a blur of guffaws as tears filled my eyes.
There were two slaves at my feet, one using her nails up and down my arches while another was sucking my toes.
At the same time, my arms were being held above my head and exquisite attention being paid to my underarms with 20 nails flying about.
I screamed for help but none was forthcoming with Monica, her massive breasts swaying above my head, cackling in delight. Not having any other recourse, I lunged up and began to suckle on Monica's breasts.
“Eeeeek,” she shouted, followed by a low moaning. “Kinky little slut aren't you huh. Well, two can play that game.”
With a flick of her fingers, I felt a skilled tongue of another slave slip between my slit. It did little to distract me from my current predicament but it did give me renewed resolve to keep sucking my lead tormentor's titties.
None of us knew this, but a camera was broadcasting our escapades to the mistresses waiting to bid for our services. Suffice it to say mine and Monica's price were skyrocketing.
Monica proved adept at thinking through her pleasure, a skill I did not possess as readily, and decided to add a little more to my torture.
“Mmmmm,” she cooed. “You like titties do you? Let's take yours for a spin hmm?”
Her head leaned back from passion but know now rock-hard nipples were the focus of her desires. She ran her nails up from the undersides of my breasts to the nipples followed by a slight tweaking.
I was trying to figure out which sensation was the most intense, the treatment my feet, pits or tits were receiving or the lapping my pussy was getting. Turns out the tantalizing tongue was winning out.
My hips were rocking forward to allow my pleasure seeker deeper access, a fact not lost on the sadistic Monica.
“Take a break from lunch will you,” she barked at the woman between my legs. The woman instead started kneading my thighs while racing her nails along them to boot.
It proved effective, breaking my trance when I saw Monica looking directly in my eyes.
“You'll cum when I want you to cum,” she said, her voice dripping with a cruel power Monica clearly possessed.
The other slaves lifted my exhausted body, using my leash to tie my hands to the cell bars while ensuring I wouldn't fall over despite my tired legs.
“Do you wish to climax,” Monica asked me, almost politely.
“Yesssssssssssssss,” I screamed, wanting nothing more in my life.
“Well then,” she grinned. “We want to abuse your tits. Do you accept?”
Taken aback by the demand, I merely nodded my head knowing my fate was already sealed.
One-by-one, each of the nine other slaves in the cell took turns with my breasts. Some slapped them, leaving red marks while others tickled them.
Others still weighed them in their hands like you would a ripe melon before licking and sucking my nipples and areola's.
Not to be outdone, Monica grabbed the undersides and spanked them before skittering her nails on their reddened flesh.
This continued for two or three turns, each more embarrassing than then last before Monica spoke up.
“Alright, she's had enough,” Monica declared to resigned sighs from her minions.
She then herself knelt between my legs, ready to administer my reward.
Her cruelty was replaced with a tenderness almost like she knew she was playing a part in a play and meant it when she said she didn't enjoy what my fate entailed.
Monica griped my hips, slipping her wet and eager tongue deep inside while the dominant woman's compatriots groped my breasts one last time.
In almost no time at all, my juices gushed only to be lapped up by Monica drop by drop.
The wanton display of lust only fueled the awaiting bidding war in the main auditorium as guards began hauling those of us in the cell away one at a time for auction until it was only Monica and I remaining.
Through it all, I remained tied to the cell bars and received gentle tickles as each woman left.
A harsh silence fell in our cell when the last slave was escorted out, neither I nor Monica knowing what exactly to say. After what was actually a few seconds in reality but seemed like days, she spoke up.
“Holy shit was that fun or what!” she said brushing my sweat-matted hair out of my eyes. “I'm sorry I was so rough on you.”
Caught off guard by her brazen opening, I answered with almost brutal honesty I never expected.
“That was kind of fun wasn't it,” I laughed, possibly knowing my will had been broken. “Just be glad I won't have a chance at revenge.”
“Oh God yeah, that'd likely kill me” Monica laughed, goosing my sides playfully.
We continued chatting until the guards came back to take one of us away and break up our conversation. To both our shock, they led us onto the auditorium stage together.
The guards took every opportunity to cop a feel from each of us in addition to a few slaps on the ass.
Upon our entrance, the crowd roared and women were throwing up auction paddles before it officially began. We were placed next to a tall, skinny blonde who was running the auction.
“Now, it's time to auction off our lovebirds of Cell Block DD,” the auctioneer bellowed.
Monica was thrust forward, her breasts jiggling as she was.
“Let's start the bidding at 100K,” the blonde smiled but was quickly interrupted.
“I'll give you 1 Million for both,” a curvy black woman yelled out followed by a hushed murmur from the crowd.
Monica gave me a look of utter shock shared by both of us and the blonde auctioneer who sprung into action.
“I have a bid of 1 Million for both slaves,” she screamed. “Going once...”
Nobody in the crowd dared challenge the exuberant mistress, only stared at her.
“Going twice....SOLD,” the blonde yelled with a giant grin on her face.
Myself and my new sister slave were whisked to a back room where we were to meet our new, presumably loaded mistress. Both of us were cuffed to a chair, legs spread and arms behind our heads so our goods were on full display.
My first impression on when she walked into the room was excitement. She had long dark hair and a voluptuous figure matching my own.
She was a decked out in a pair of high heels and a dark red halter top which allowed her ample breasts to nearly spilled out. Her breasts looked incredible too, with her caramel skin looking good enough to eat.
“My name's Mistress Lyndsey,” she said sweetly. “I think we're going to be fast friends.”
As we left the auction house, my new mistress pulled my aside and whispered in my ear.
“I saw what Monica did to you,” she cooed. “I wanted to know you'll get revenge.”
My grin was almost a mile wide as we got into the car and drove to our new home.
