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"SOLD! to Mr. Stewart for 1.2. Well done, Ladies and Gentlemen, my that was fun, wasn;t it? Ok, Lot 7 next. Everyone look at your programmes, Lot 7!"
The poor girl was taken down, the horrendous dildos painfully removed
from her holes, and jerkingly led off stage. She was taken down a hall, then
through a room and down another few hallways, into an enormous ballroom-type
room. There were huge, overstuffed chairs all around the room, arranged in
three circles. Beefy led her to the middle circle, to a black, leather chair.
There were rings all over the floor as well, some brass, some silver, some
gold. There were silver rings attached to each chair, and this is where Beefy
attached her collar.
She groaned slightly. Her head was forced to tip to the side, as her collar
was clipped directly to the ring via numbered padlock. There was no chain or
anything which would allow her head any movement. She was also forced to kneel
on a rubber mat beside the chair... and wait.
Wait she did. Several hours of wondering who Mr. Stewart is, what
he would be like, if she was his only slave, or if he had others. She wondered
how wealthy he was to have purchased a girl for $1.2 million. She blinked
back at that figure. Gosh, she thought, 1.2 million dollars... for her? Her
eyes narrowed at the thought that he paid that much because she "handled" the
dildo torture. Her mind drifted to horrid thoughts of constant torture, cruel
punishments, and soon decided that she felt more at ease with Rusty and the
prison.
She had a long wait. It was well over four hours before clothes people started
to wander in. Nakes slaves had been trickling in the entire time, some seem
unaffected by it all, others seemed like they would crawl the walls. Her eyes
searched for anyone who looked like their name could be Mr. Stewart, but no
one even looked at her. Everyone had already been seated and were chatting
with each other, and still the chair she was chained to, sa empty. Feeling
empty and alone, her head sunk low, her legs far past the point of numbness
from kneeling so long. She didn't even see the man approach until she felt
the chair move slightly and his feet come into view. Expensive, black leather
shoes were her only clue to the man who sat next to her.
"I know you're wondering why you had to wait so long. It's simple. I refuse to come near my slave until she is in the proper position. Right now, you are kneeling, your head and eyes are pointed to the floor. That, My slave, is the correct position. Any variation from that position is an embarrassment to me, and will cause a great deal of punishment to you."
She didn't dare budge, not even to nod or shake her head. She stared straight at the floor, her body shaking visibly.
"Now then, let Me explain the rules, slave..."
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