Welcome and enjoy your stay!
Part 2 –
Saturday
Ben awoke
later than
usual, which didn’t surprise him, all things considered. The girls were
up,
washed and dressed and so Ben ordered breakfast for them all. They ate
and then
Ben washed, shaved and dressed before picking up his notated catalogue,
a
spiral notepad and a small digital camera.
Slaves of
any status
were not permitted outside of their owner’s room except in case of
emergency
and so he left his girls behind to go downstairs to view the lots to be
auctioned.
Viewing
started at 8am
and continued until 8pm uninterrupted. At the country house, viewing
took place
in the same place and the area would, though this wasn’t always the
case. Some
of the more specialist sales were more like antique auctions, each lot
being
brought out onto a stage to be marveled over and sold off to a seated
audience
leafing through glossy brochures. Ben had never been to such an event
and
wasn’t sure he wanted to either, having a suspicion that the girls sold
for
prices that would make his eyes water.
The country
house had
a large stable block with spacious, wood walled stalls that each
featuring half
and half doors, the top half of which would be open to allow viewing.
If a
potential buyer wished to see a girl more closely, Ben would find a
Janus
attendant, the girls in the red dresses, who would arrange for him to
do so
either in or out of the stable. Waiting in the wings in case a girl
needed
subduing for any reason were men wearing blue coveralls. They would
step in and
either restrain or sedate the unruly girl.
The stables
lined both
sides of a wide aisle that stretched left and right, though a single
thick rope
blocked off the right side, a ‘No Entry’ sign hanging from the centre.
Beyond,
horses peeked out over the top of their stable doors, breath steaming
lightly
in the morning air.
Two
perfectly
presented, smiling attendants greeted Ben and took his details,
entering him
into a tablet computer one of the red dress wearing girls carried. With
that done,
Ben was allowed into the left hand aisle for viewing.
Large,
hissing patio
heaters dotted the aisle to provide warmth and other attendants stood
to the
side or walked with buyers already attending the viewing.
There were
twelve
stalls in all, each with the top of their half and half stable door
latched
open. The auction had 42 lots, though it wasn’t uncommon for late
entries to be
added throughout viewing as late arrivals were processed, and each
stall held 3
or 4 girls. They all wore a collar around their neck that had been
roped
loosely to the cuffs on their wrists. More rope ran from the collar
that acted
as a leash. Each girl also had a white label stuck to her chest just
below the
neck, her lot number written on it in thick, black letters and the same
stuck
on her back between her shoulder blades.
As usual the
girls
were in a variety of states. The recycled ones, sold several times over
in
their past and may have first been sold as children were used to
auctions. They
stood upright and held themselves well, unashamed and unabashed,
wanting to be
seen at their best in order to secure a new owner. That confidence was
linked
to their experience and so lessened with newer girls but even they were
still
noticeably different to first timers.
But there
are first
timers and there are first timers. A girl who has voluntarily submitted
herself
to the Janus System, while very likely to be frightened and
overwhelmed, was
still ultimately where she wanted to be. But girls who were PFE, who
had come
into the Janus System by force, torn out of their old lives and away
from their
families, could often be identified due to being sedated.
Glassy eyed
and lost,
they stood or sat looking off at nothing, reacting slowly and
ponderously to
being pulled forward for a closer inspection, not that PFE’s got that
much
interest no matter how physically attractive they might be. It was
better to
take a girl such as Sofia, who embraced her submission and the chance
to serve
a man who, literally to all intents and purposes, owned her. Such girls
seemed
to take love and devotion and turn it into utter worship, craving the
chance to
please her owner and prepared to do anything to do so. Why would a man
ignore
the potential of a willing girl and choose
a PFE that he would never entirely be sure wasn’t plotting
to escape or
do him harm, regardless of how thoroughly he believed her broken? Yes,
PFE
girls were cheap but in Ben’s experience you got what you paid for.
But that’s
not to say
he didn’t look through the PFE’s anyway. After all Daniella had been a
PFE when
he found her, and she seemed to have endless possibilities, though she
was a
child, which changed things somewhat. It was much easier to exert
authority
over a child, to discipline them effectively and, if all else failed,
simply
physically overpower them. But regardless of if they were PFE or not,
because
some owners used auctions to get rid of unwanted children born by their
slaves,
a child was also easily traumatized and could sometimes be rendered
largely
useless just by the shock of being bound & crated, as all
slaves entering
the Janus System were as a first step.
So whilst a
child PFE
might be considered, Adult PFE girls were a different proposition;
while not
all spelt trouble, the ones that did were often banshees; they fought,
kicked,
gouged, went for the eyes and, of course, tried to strike where a man’s
real
weak spot was. No, as far as Ben could see whilst a young PFE worth
owning
might be found, adult ones were just too much work for too little
reward.
But there
was some
demand for PFE girls. They were taken as short term slaves and usually
had
short, messy lives after being sold. Some were simply used as fodder,
abused
and broken before being disposed of, their owners likely making use of
the
Janus clean-up service. Sometimes if a slave had a rare blood type or
was in
peak physical health, then that might make her worth buying for
harvesting but
it was unusual.
There was a
story Ben
remembered from a few years ago. A trader was commissioned to buy
something
like 15 PFE’s and ship them to some remote location. Then, over the
course of a
week, their new owner, along with his friends, hunted, raped and
slaughtered
them for kicks. Whether that was true or not, Ben didn’t know, but he
thought
it as likely as there being a room full of PFE’s being used for spare
parts.
Ben walked
the aisle,
nodding at familiar faces from past auctions, just ambling through and
looking
into each stall. Some of the girls stood, others sat against the wall
and a few
were lying down. Several met his eyes, either hoping he would notice
them and
have interest or that he would notice them and save them from the hell
they’d
found themselves in. Several girls were shrunk back against walls
crying.
‘Good
morning, sir,’ a
Janus helper said in greeting, giving Ben a friendly smile. ‘My name is
Naya.
Is there anything I can help you with?’
And so Ben
went to
work.
‘She’s 22,’
he said
into a headset, his laptop open in front of him. Whilst Ben was allowed
to use
his phone, he spoke to most of his customers over a VOIP program. ‘Two,
yeah…
No, neither had her modified. She’s 5ft 6, yeah. A bit, but nothing
that a
knife or a gym wouldn’t fix,’ he held his hand up to cover the phone.
‘Sofia,
is there coffee?’
Sofia
nodded. ‘I’ll
make you one, daddy.’
‘Ok, you got
the
pictures? Good…. Yeah, I know. I thought you’d like her.’ He laughed.
‘She
knows how to drive, remember? She can be your chauffeur.’ He listened.
‘Alright, have a think and let me know what you want to do.’
They
exchanged a few
more pleasantries and then hung up. Ben made a note on his laptop and
circled
something on his pad. He flopped back with a sigh just as Sofia brought
his
coffee, making him sit up again.
It was
coming up for
5pm and he still had half a dozen people to call about various lots
he’d
noticed that might suit their purposes. Unlike normal sales, a buyer
was
assigned a trader by Janus and didn’t get to pick one. It was another
system of
control within the Janus System, probably designed to stop a customer
knowing
too much about Janus and its employees. The same applied to medical
services,
trainers, teachers… anything, really. If you needed something then as a
rule
you went through Janus. Some customers had elaborate, heavily
customized homes
that would be a source of great interest to tradesmen and the like, so
you
could even go to Janus for a plumber. The choice of how much or little
to use
Janus was the customers, but it was one they made carefully.
He sipped
his coffee
for a few minutes and then dialed another number on his laptop and went
back to
work.
At 6pm he
went back
down to the stable to spend the remaining viewing time checking details
about
the girls his customers were interested in. The last of the
confirmations came
through giving him consent to bid on the customer’s behalf and
detailing any
budgets he had to work within. He would use his phone at the auctions
to
confirm success or report the budget being exceeded and seeing if the
customer
wanted to increase it.
This auction
would be
a rare one for Ben as he was there just to buy and not sell. He hadn’t
carried
any stock for a few months now, enjoying the freedom that gave him but
also
missing the buzz from trading. He wondered if he needed a project,
maybe even
something he could nominate for one of the more prestigious events. He
found
the idea suddenly appealing.
Once viewing
closed,
Ben and the last of the other traders retired for the night.
The contrast
was
delicious. Sofia, naked and with barely a hint of make-up and Daniella
dressed
to whorish perfection. Stockings, a cincher, heavy collar, make-up,
hair styled
and shining, the little girl had been prepared with Sofia’s usual flair
and
insight for what Ben might enjoy. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs
apart,
Daniella standing between them, bent over at the waist and sucking his
painfully hard cock with intense concentration. Sofia, was knelt behind
the
girl, her face pressed between the cheeks of her ass, licking and
exploring
her, and Ben was looking to the side where Sofia had positioned a full
length
mirror on a stand so that he could see his girls properly.
Ben had
already
explained to Dani that he wouldn’t be fucking her ass that night,
saying she’d
done so well she’d earned a rest and a chance to get her strength back.
Instead
he would make use of her mouth again, something Dani seemed to accept
without
hesitation.
‘Enough,
Dani, that’s
enough for now,’ Ben whispered. The girl had a sweet mouth that was for
sure,
talented and capable, but she was a little too timid sometimes. He
eased her
head back and she looked up at him with wet lips.
‘Did I do
something
wrong, daddy?’ she asked and Sofia slid around the girl from behind.
‘No,
babygirl,’ she
said reassuringly, ‘I think daddy just wants something you don’t know
how to do
yet, that’s all. Is that right, daddy?’ and the older girl looked up at
him
with a knowing grin.
Ben laughed,
his cock
jutting out almost absurdly, gently pulsing with his heartbeat. He was
achingly, painfully hard and, as Sofia had guessed, his need was for
something
that Dani wasn’t ready for yet.
Ben stood up
and Sofia
eased Daniella aside to kneel in front of Ben. She looked up at him
with
something approaching adoration, curled long fingers around his shaft
and
slipped him between her lips with a slow intense that Ben drank in as
he watched.
He allowed Sofia to worship him as she wanted for a minute or two but,
feeling
pleasure and pressure beginning to build up, eventually curled both
hands into
Sofia’s long, blonde hair and took a tight grip. Obediently,
compliantly and
without her eyes leaving his, she put her hands behind her and laced
the
fingers together.
And then,
slowly and
purposefully at first but with quickly increasing ferocity, Ben began
to throat
fuck the girl kneeling before him.
He drove
hard into her
mouth, pushed against the back of her contracting throat and down her
throat.
He felt Sofia’s tongue against the underside of his shaft, felt her
choke and
gag against his cock, sensations that simply added more heat to his
desires.
Sofia made
little
‘urk, urk, urk’ sounds as Ben drove himself in and out of her mouth
ferocious
speed and she stared up at him with eyes that were soon running with
tears.
Without warning, he pinched her nose shut with the fingers of one hand,
holding
her head fast with his other hand, ground himself into Sofia’s throat
until her
nose touched the neat curls of his groin. She still looked up at him,
her eyes
bulging, straining, red-rimmed and veined, face almost purple until he
released
her. Sofia drew a huge, ragged breath, streams of spit trailing from
her mouth
to his glistening, engorged cock, swallowed and then, a little shakily,
took
him into her mouth once more.
‘Lay down
underneath
Sofia, Dani,’ he told the young girl. ‘Face up, mouth open.’ Dani
hesitated for
second and then obeyed, sliding into the gap between the kneeling girl
and the
standing man and looking up to see the underside of Sofia’s throat
bulging as
Ben drove deep into her mouth.
When the
first thick
ribbons of saliva began to drip down, Sofia squeezed her eyes shut,
lips
pinched in squeamish disgust. Sofia, though, would have none of it. She
broke
off from Ben, letting the tip of him rest against her cheek, and looked
down at
the little girl.
‘No, Dani,
that’s not
what a good girl does. Open your mouth, swallow it down. You have to
get used
to this, sweetheart, okay?’ she said breathlessly and then returned to
her
duties.
After a few
seconds of
hesitation, conflict writ large on her young face, Dani tentatively
opened her
mouth. The spit and saliva already on her face began to run down to the
opening, soon joined by fresh from above. The little girl gagged as it
slipped
between her lips, but Ben watched as she closed her mouth and, with
obvious
difficulty, swallowed. She grimaced, looking nauseated, her tongue
sticking out
between bared teeth as if to get rid of a bad taste. Regardless, she
opened her
mouth and allowed more of the thick fluid into her mouth, her throat
working to
keep taking it down.
‘Try not to
throw up,’
Ben whispered to Sofia with a grin. ‘I don’t think she could handle
that.’
Sofia
wrapped her
hands around his cock and lifted her mouth from him. She dragged in
gulps of
air, chest heaving. ‘Well she’s going to have to learn one day,’ Sofia
said,
her voice liquid and raspy all at once.
Ben hauled
Sofia to
her feet by the hair and pushed onto the bed, face up. Taking his spit
drenched
cock in his hand, with Sofia lifting her legs up and apart, he put his
tip to
Sofia’s pussy and, in one long stroke, drove into her. Sofia’s eyes
rolled back
into her head in sheer bliss as she felt him embed his shaft in her
body and
begin to slide in and out in long, languid strokes. Ben looked at Dani.
‘Put your
pussy on her
face and look at me,’ he said and Dani hurried to obey without a second
thought.
And so, as
he fucked
Sofia with blissful intensity, and as he watched Sofia’s mouth working
to
devour little Dani’s pussy as the younger girl ground it into her face,
Ben
leant forward and kissed the girl. Their mouths locked with something
like a
lover’s pleasure, his tongue in her mouth eager and intrusive, while
her own
smaller one was tentative but inquiring in his.
Dani broke
away
suddenly, her mouth a perfect ‘O’. She looked at him in utter surprise,
eyes
big and frightened. ‘Oh,’ she managed to say. ‘Oh, oh wow. Oh wow.’
Ben, knowing
what this
was, held Dani at the shoulders. ‘It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s ok. Push
your
pussy down. Let Sofia do the rest. Sofia?’
Sofia nodded
from
between Dani’s knees, but didn’t break away to speak. She knew what was
happening, had probably know even before Dani.
For her
part, it was
all Dani could do not to fall over. She stared at Ben with huge,
astonished
eyes. ‘Oh, wow,’ she said, squirming and shifting her hips under
Sofia’s
talented attention.
‘Feels good,
huh?’ Ben
asked the trembling girl and she nodded to him almost fervently.
‘So good,
daddy, oh
wow, so good,’ she said haltingly, her breathing coming in short,
abrupt gasps.
‘Am I cumming, daddy? Is that what’s happening?’
Ben smiled,
leant
forward to kiss Dani on the mouth and then the forehead. ‘Enjoy it,
angel.
Don’t worry about a thing now, okay? Just enjoy yourself,’ he whispered
and
again Dani gave him a shaky nod.
Sofia had
her hands on
Dani’s tight ass, fingers gripping the flesh, holding her hard against
her
mouth and Ben could her the older girl gasping and fighting to breathe
even as
she drove Dani deeper into her sudden pleasure.
When she
young girl
finally tipped over into her first orgasm, she did so with something
that was
almost a cry of pain. She even looked in agony, her eyes squeezed shut
and
biting her lip before she gave a huge gasp, a shudder of pleasure
rolling
through her body that seemed to knock the air right out of her lungs.
She put
her hands firmly on Sofia’s belly steadying herself, her hips
shuddering
visibly, her mouth once more the perfect O of surprise.
Ben began to
masturbate at the sight, wanting desperately to be involved and yet
unwilling
to ruin what was happening before him. It was maybe the most
intoxicating thing
he’d ever seen and he was happy to let it play out. Suddenly Dani was
tipped to
the side, falling on to her back, Sofia rolling over, her mouth still
hard
against the younger girl’s pussy, to lay between the girls legs,
lifting them
up and apart. Ben caught a sight of her red, wet face and then her ass
was in
front of him, Sofia lowering herself, splaying her knees to open
herself to his
choice.
Ben drove
into her ass
and Sofia gave a groan of pain and pleasure that was muffled by Dani’s
cunt.
The little girl came again and actually began to cry even as she gasped
and
writhed in utter ecstasy. It was enough to send Ben over the edge and
he
gripped Sofia’s hips, pounding in and out of her as he emptied his seed
into
his ever willing and knowing slave’s ass. This, in turn, was enough to
send
Sofia crashing into her own pleasure and Ben could see her pushing her
face
hard into Dani’s sweet little pussy, using her moans and gasps to
further
stimulate the girl.
It was, safe
to say, a
special night for everyone.