"Noelle White, you are hereby found guilty of all charges."
The gavel pounded down ominously, making her jump and the metal chains around her wrists clatter with a hard, metallic sound. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mouth going dry. Even though she'd known the sentence was coming, that didn't make it any easier.
She was guilty and everyone knew it.
At the time, skimming money off of the company she worked for hadn't seemed like a big deal. They made plenty of it, after all, and were dumb enough not to put enough security systems in place to keep someone in her position from helping themselves a little. Plus, she'd been overworked and underpaid. She'd barely felt guilty the first couple times she'd done it, and after that the guilt had faded completely.
Unfortunately, someone had finally noticed and the security systems had been changed, and the trap had been set. Noelle had fallen right into it.
"You owe Biggs Corporation 3.5 million dollars and have indicated you are unable to repay $2.7 million of that sum. Is that correct?"
Noelle jerked her head in affirmative.
"That is correct, your honor," her attorney said, giving her a sympathetic look.
He really had tried, even pointing out her long hours and lack of raise in three years and trying to set up the billion dollar corporation as the bad guy, but when it came down it Noelle had still stolen the money. Stolen and spent a big chunk of it over the past three years.
"Ms. White, as a non-violent criminal you have your options," the judge said, pinning her with a steely glare. Noelle felt her body flush hot then cold. Everyone knew what the options were for non-violent criminals. Still, she didn't say anything, waiting for him to list them out. Waiting to be told how she could change her life. "You may serve ten years in the penitentiary or you may submit yourself for auction. Should you choose the latter, as a financial criminal, the amount you receive will be used to pay back the plaintiff; any money beyond that amount will be split between the state and yourself for when your sentence is over. Because of the nature of your case, an auction sentence would be served for one year from the time of your purchase."
The auctions were about a decade old, implemented during a time when the jails were becoming overrun with non-violent offenders and the government was in need of money. They did require the consent of the guilty party, but the sentences were often much shorter and did not require any kind of imprisonment. At the end of it, the guilty party would be rehabilitated back into society, often with more money than they'd ever imagined.
Two months ago, a man had chosen to be auctioned and he'd gone for nearly six million dollars. When he finished his sentence, he'd be set for life.
It was government sanctioned sexual slavery, done with the willing consent of the slaves in return for shorter prison sentences and a great deal of money. It was also the road less traveled.
A slave could not be irreparably harmed physically and they were required to visit a therapist once a week to ensure their emotional and mental health, but how they were treated was largely up to their new owner. Some kept the slave for themselves, others might share them or even use them as business incentives, some did a combination of both. One or two had even married their slave at the end of their sentence.
Noelle gulped and gave her attorney a nod. His warm brown eyes were troubled, but he turned back to the judge and gave the answer she'd instructed him to.
"Ms. Winters chooses to submit herself for auction."
The courtroom had been quiet before, but for a long, tense moment it dropped into complete silence before erupting into a complete hubbub. Most of the noise was coming from the press gallery, which was already in a frenzy at the prospect of a new prison sentence auction. It happened often enough that the new slaves didn't become celebrities, but rarely enough it was always considered newsworthy. The most coverage always came right after the person chose their sentence and everyone wondered why.
Noelle could have told them. She didn't want the long sentence in a cage. One year in sexual servitude to a stranger she could handle, ten years in a tiny, enclosed space that she'd have to share with someone else? Definitely not. Even the thought made her want to try wrapping the chains on her wrists around her throat just to escape such a fate.
******
Two days later, Noelle was scrubbed down, her hair and make-up professionally done, her pubic hair removed completely, and a rubber plug forcibly inserted into her ass. The woman who had done the insertion had not been overly gentle, but fortunately the plug hadn't been very large either.
Still, having never had anything in her back hole before, Noelle felt it like a throbbing counterpoint to her rapid heartbeat. She felt violated, oddly full, and yet strangely aroused as she was led down a hallway to the auction room. The movement of her legs as she walked made her pussy lips rub together, causing them to become even more swollen and slick.
She wasn't even sure why her body was aroused, but it was.
Underneath the silky robe she was wearing—which was all she was wearing—her skin felt extra-sensitive and her nipples were hardened to little points which were clearly visible through the white, translucent material. Each brush of the robe against any part of her body just made her feel more and more sensitized.
Somehow even her nervousness contributed to the rising sexual tension in her body. She knew she was about to be sold to a man, with no say in what kind of man he might be, what sexual perversions he might want to indulge in, or what he might look like, and instead of being completely terrified she was both scared and excited. She would never admit to the latter aloud, but she couldn't deny it to herself inside her own head.
They paused outside the door.
"Noelle White, you understand you are about to be sold at auction to enter sexual service for the time period of one year as recompense for your crimes?" the woman guiding her asked in a brisk, official tone. Noelle knew her responses would be recorded.
"Yes," she whispered.
"You understand that the proceeds from the auction will first go to pay back the amount you stole and only then be split between you and the state, and that you will not receive your portion of the funds until such time as you have completed your sexual service sentence?"
"Yes," she whispered again, pressing her thighs together. She could swear her nipples were getting harder too, swelling and aching to be touched. What was wrong with her that she would react in this manner to these words?
"You understand that your service may include some physical discipline, up to but not exclusive to spanking, flogging, whipping, etc. and that you will receive a weekly medical and therapeutic visit to ensure you are not actually harmed by your sentence."
"Yes." Her whisper was even softer than the previous two, her body tightening as images flashed through her mind.
Spanked.
Flogged.
Whipped.
It was perverse. Barbaric. And yet she'd chosen it. Because of her fear of prison, she told herself, but she was starting to realize she might be lying to herself. Just a little.
"Very well. After your auction, your new owner will have one hour to give you a demonstration of his expectations. Afterwards, you will be given another chance to change your mind about your sentencing, in which case his money will be returned and your sentence will be commuted."
Noelle nodded, trembling. She already knew she wouldn't change her mind.
The woman looked her up and down, her expression blank, before turning away and opening the door to Noelle's future.
******
Standing on the center of a dais with lights so bright she could barely see anything beyond them, Noelle shook as the auctioneer helped her take off her robe.
"A lovely specimen," he said cheerfully. "Beautiful blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, young, supple." He cupped her breasts and Noelle jumped, only reminding herself just in time not to pull away or try and slap his hands away. He had every right to touch her. This was what she'd chosen. Her nipples puckered as he swept his thumbs over them. "Nice firm breasts and see how responsive these nipples are?"
She squeaked her distress as he pinched down on the tender buds, squirming but managing to otherwise hold still. They swelled between his fingers, defying her embarrassment and pain, her pussy pulsing between her legs. When he released them, turning back to the vidcams recording the two of them, Noelle wrapped her arms around herself under her breasts, cradling them as she tried to soothe her poor nipples with her hands.
The soft touch felt nice, but also only made her feel more aroused as the auctioneer continued to list off her attributes. When he turned back to her, he ignored the way she was half-covering her breasts in favor of ordering her to spread her legs—and then pointing out her pouty pussy lips, their dark pink color, and her obvious arousal. Noelle's face flamed hotter than ever as a small camera dove down towards the stage before tilting up to get a more intimate view of her creamy pussy, the small rotor on its top whirring loudly enough to be audible at this close distance.
Seeing the interest, the auctioneer grinned and directed Noelle to bend over the small table beside him. She whimpered as she realized her backside, her pussy, were now completely exposed to the auctioneer and the cameras. They would be able to see every last millimeter of her—a fact the auctioneer confirmed when he tugged the plug in her bottom and then actually used his finger to part her pussy lips.
She gasped, quietly, because it actually felt good to be touched there.
When she'd signed up for this, when she'd chosen to serve her sentence in this manner... had some part of her already known she'd react this way? Had some part of her actually wanted this? Not consciously but...
Noelle squealed as a finger thrust into her wet pussy, invading her body, and she pushed her hands against the surface of the table, trying to stand up, only to have her upper body forced back down as the auctioneer tutted. His voice was full of glee though and she knew he wasn't actually upset. Her reaction was exactly what he'd been aiming for.
"Naughty girl," he said, and she didn't even have to see him to know he was grinning. "Well, I guess you'll all get to see how she takes a punishment even before we begin the bidding."
SMACK!
She gasped, jerking against the table at the hard slap on her bottom. The man's hand felt hard as wood!
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Please!" she cried out, kicking and trying to get away from the hand pinning down the small of her back. "I didn't mean to!"
SMACK!
SMACK!
"And she begs so prettily too."
SMACK!
SMACK!
Beg she did. Pleaded. Cried. Didn't even care when cameras came around to record her face as the auctioneer turned the creamy bottom of her skin into a hot, chastised pink.
The spanking left a painful burn in addition to being humiliating—but not nearly as humiliating as when the auctioneer thrust his fingers back into her pussy, pumping them as she cried out in both pain and pleasure. Then he pulled his fingers out and held them up, showing them to the cameras. "Still wet, gentlemen. She liked it."
Noelle whimpered.
Had she liked it? She didn't know. She hadn't thought so when he'd been raining swats down on her tender cheeks, but now her pussy was tingling pleasurably and the hot surface of her skin for some reason felt arousing... as did her helplessness.
The questions continued to pour through her mind as the auctioneer began to take bids.
Why was she wet?
Why were her nipples still hard?
Why was her pussy still throbbing?
Why did the auctioneer's hand on her hot bottom make her want to wriggle?
Why had she really chosen this option for her sentence?
******
Ten million, four hundred thousand dollars.
Noelle was left gasping, still bent over the table the auctioneer had spanked her over. He'd left her in that position the entire rest of the auction, showing off her pussy, occasionally giving her bottom an extra swat so she would squeal when the bids began to slow, and very often pushing his fingers in and out of her wet pussy to showcase how aroused she still was.
The money was more than enough to pay back Biggs. More than enough to have a completely new life when she was done with her sentence. More than enough to never have to work another day in her life... as soon as she was done serving her time to earn the money.
The auctioneer chuckled, giving her pink bottom a final pat before leaving. "Never seen anyone get so turned on during their auction," he said, although he sounded anything but disapproving. "Good thing for you, drove the price right up. Best show I've ever done, girlie."
The surprising praise warmed her a little, soothing a bit of her embarrassment at her body's shocking reactions. Then again, why wouldn't he sound cheerful and approving? He'd gotten to touch her as much as he'd wanted, fondle her most intimate areas, finger her pussy repeatedly. Even now she was squirming, highly aroused, since he hadn't brought her to orgasm.
As she straightened, a little confused, she watched the auctioneer go through the door she'd entered the room in. It swung back open almost immediately, the woman who'd been guiding her leading a tall, dark man behind her. Noelle froze as his cold gaze ensnared hers, the way a predator's would its prey. She'd thought she'd gotten used to being naked, but now she felt bare in a way the auctioneer hadn't made her feel.
It was something about the way he was looking at her, like he could see into her very soul and all the dark secrets she'd tried to hide—not just from the world, but from herself. While he was wearing a suit, there was something untamed, almost uncivilized about him. The dark shadow along his jawline made her wonder if he'd shaved that day while the casually authoritative set of his broad shoulders made it clear he considered himself in charge. With the amount of money he'd apparently had to pay for her, she could only imagine he must be in charge of something. Maybe even a company as large as the one she'd worked for.
"Noelle, this is your new owner Mr. Damien Alver," the woman said in a brusque tone as Noelle continued to stare at him, unable to look away. "He will spend the next hour giving you a demonstration of his expectations. After that time you will have another opportunity to request a change of sentence. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Noelle said finally managing to tear her gaze away from the intimidating man and dropping her eyes. She shifted, her hand coming up to grip the opposite arm as she tried to cover herself just a little without making it look like she was actually covering herself. "Um... where..."
"Right here," Mr. Alver said, his voice low but clear, the rumbling quality of it rolling through her body and making her shiver. "I like to be watched and there's already a ready-made audience. Everyone who lost the bidding can still enjoy you this way."
She flushed hot and cold, hugging herself with both arms now as her thighs pressed together... unsure if she was doing so because she was feeling ashamed and maybe a little frightened by his coldly impersonal voice and the casual way he was talking about fucking her in front of everyone who had bid on her... or if she was doing so because she was aroused by it.
The woman turned and walked away, leaving Noelle completely alone with the man who had just purchased her sexual services for a year. The man stepped forward, towards Noelle, and she felt trepidation, fear and arousal all mixing inside of her like she was a science experiment gone wrong. Any moment now and she'd bubble over, because she couldn't possibly contain all these conflicting emotions for a sustained period of time... could she?
"Um, what would you like me to do?" she asked, trying not to cower away as he came closer and began circling around her, inspecting her.
She shrieked as his hand snapped out, slapping her breast right on her nipple and making the whole mound ache and sting.
"You don't need to do anything except what I tell you. Right now just stand quietly and let me look over my new purchase." Noelle froze, trying to hold as still as possible, not wanting to draw his ire again. Her right breast throbbed, the nipple feeling twice as swollen as the other after the slap.
"From now on, you will call me Master when you speak," he added on, almost as an afterthought, cocking his head as he inspected the breast he'd just slapped. "Put your arms down. In fact, put them behind your back and grip your elbows."
The position thrust her breasts at him, as if begging for more slaps like the one he'd delivered, and Noelle bit her lower lip against a whimper. Eyeing her mouth, her new master reached up to tug her lip out from under her teeth.
"Don't hold back any sounds from me," he said sternly but almost gently, his tone entirely at odds with his next words. "If I can't hear you, how will I know I'm hurting you enough?"
Now Noelle did whimper in both fear and sexual heat as her body responded to his sadistic dominance, the way he was fucking with her head along with the combination of his harsh words and the gentle touch of his hand on her chin, the caress of his thumb over her lower lip. She stared up at him, utterly confused, completely caught in his web.
Dropping his gaze down to her breasts, his hand followed his eyes, and Noelle shuddered, her back arching as he palmed both soft mounds. She closed her own eyes, even more disturbed by his touch than the auctioneer's. The auctioneer had been impersonal for the most part, although he'd obviously enjoyed his job. This... this man was touching her like he owned her.
Because he did.
His hands closed down around her flesh cruelly, making her wince and cry out as her eyes flew open. The dark gaze of her master was on her face again, studying every nuance of her expression as he hurt her. She whimpered, doing her best not to move because trying to pull away only made his harsh grip hurt worse.
The strong fingers slid off her breasts, becoming tighter and tighter until they were pinching just her nipples, flattening the little buds and making Noelle's breath hiss between her teeth. Tears sparked in her eyes, stinging them, but not nearly as bad as the pinch of his fingers were stinging her tender nipples. It felt like her heart was pounding in her chest, the throbbing of her breasts happening in time with her heartbeat and the clenching of her pussy.
Master twisted her nipples in opposite directions and she cried out, forgetting herself enough to let go of her arms and try to grasp at his hands.
"Please!"
"Bad girl," he growled, pinching and twisting harder. She shrieked, going up on her toes, her head falling back as she tried to squirm and remove the painful pressure. "Hands back where they belong."
Crying now, the tears rolling down her cheeks and probably ruining the careful job of her make-up, Noelle forced herself to put her hands back in position, understanding her nipples would receive no relief until she did. Whimpering nonstop now, she stayed up on her toes, pleading with her eyes for him to release her.
When he finally did, she dropped back down to her feet, her legs trembling as her poor nipples throbbed, stinging even more now than they had initially for some reason. Tears dripped from her cheeks to her chest, wetting the sore mounds, glistening on her creamy skin, which was a stark contrast to her nipples which were now cherry red.
"On your knees, bad girl," he said, his hands already moving to his belt buckle, where Noelle could see his erection pressing against the front of his pants to create an impressive bulge.
It felt like her nipples were on fire, but she didn't think twice before lowering herself to her knees, her hands swinging free for just a moment when she almost lost her balance. Fortunately he didn't seem to care, as she quickly put them behind her back again, kneeling in front of him.
Holding his cock in his hand, he fisted it, and Noelle felt an answering quiver in her pussy. The thick, blunt length stood out from his body, a dark reddish pink and definitely close to being the biggest she'd ever seen—if not the biggest. Noelle gulped.
"Open up, little slave," he said darkly, his eyes practically glowing as he loomed over her. "I want to fuck that pretty mouth."
Anxiety blended with her arousal as she parted her lips—and her trepidation was more than justified. He hadn't said 'fuck your mouth' as a euphemism for sucking his cock, he meant he wanted to fuck her mouth. When her lips parted, he pushed in, his hands sliding into her hair to curve his fingers over the back of her head, and he thrust.
Hard.
Deep
Noelle choked, almost moved her hands from their position behind her back...
He pulled out halfway.
Shoved in again.
This was what it meant to be owned. To have traded a jail sentence for sexual slavery. To belong to a man who wanted to use her holes for sex.
There was barely time for her to suck as he fucked her mouth almost brutally, barely giving her enough time to breathe before shoving his cock back down her throat again. Tears were beginning to slide down her face again, her throat burned from the head of his cock plunging in, and her lungs burned nearly as badly as she tried to gulp in air between his thrusts.
Some reactive part of her, some self-defense mechanism, made her want to close her jaw, just to get a moment of reprieve... but then she looked up into his hard eyes, saw the sadistic smile as he face-fucked her, and she quailed.
Endured.
And her pussy dripped.
The her thighs were becoming slick as he used her, her body responding despite the humiliation of knowing she was being watched, despite the impersonal way he was fucking her mouth, despite the pain he'd inflicted—and was continuing to inflict—on her.
When he pulled out, his cock shiny with her saliva and still fully engorged, Noelle gasped for air. Her breasts heaved as she panted, sucking in sweet lungfuls of oxygen, her lips and throat feeling swollen and bruised from his use.
"Not bad. We'll work on it. Now stand up and bend over the table, I want to test out your other holes."
If she hadn't already been highly aroused, that coldly callous command would have done the job. She stood on shaky legs, all too aware of exactly how wet she was. Exactly how obvious it would be that she was getting off on the perverse things he was doing to her, on being his sexual slave.
Her master stood back, watching her with his heavy, scrutinizing gaze, his cock erect and bobbing in front of him in wait. Noelle turned her face away from him, blushing hotly, gulping as she bent over the table, knowing what he was about to find.
When she heard him chuckle, she thought she might die from shame and embarrassment.
"Even wetter than before," he observed, dark satisfaction lacing his voice. Noelle whimpered as he suddenly pushed two fingers into her pussy.
It was all wrong, so wrong.
But it felt so good.
"You are a delightful slut, aren't you?" he asked, withdrawing his fingers. "No wonder you chose this sentence."
She wanted to protest, but she wasn't sure if she could completely deny his allegation. After all, she had chosen this sentence, just as he'd said, and she was already beginning to question her own motivations.
A moment later, when he shoved his cock into her grasping pussy, making her cry out with the sudden intrusion and stretching of her tight hole—made even tighter by the plug she'd almost forgotten about—she forgot about putting up even a token protest. The pain and pleasure felt too good and she was too hungry for his cock right now to pretend otherwise. Not just by the situation, but also from the auctioneer's handling of her body, his rousing of her desires, and then her new master's casual sexual dominance over her and his cock inside of her.
He was so large, so thick, and she felt wonderfully stretched even as her inner muscles burned at being shoved forcibly apart.
"Mmm, nice and tight," he observed, pulling back and thrusting back in, making her fingers scrabble for purchase on the small table. She reached across, curving them over the edge of the table, gasping with pleasure and holding on as he pumped back and forth in her pussy, riding her from behind. Strong hands gripped her hips, pinning her in place on the table, making her feel even smaller and more out of control as he fucked her. Her toes curled as her pleasure mounted.
She thought for sure she was going to cum... and then he suddenly pulled out.
Noelle cried out in disappointment and loss, her pussy grasping at the sudden emptiness, seeking her denied fulfillment. Seemingly oblivious to her reaction, her master tugged on the plug in her ass, ignoring her pussy, and Noelle stiffened.
Oh no... she had almost forgotten he'd said "holes." Almost forgotten about the plug again. But now that he was pulling it out of her virgin backside, the plug suddenly felt huge again. Huge, but she knew it wasn't anywhere close to the size of his cock.
"Wait," she pleaded, trying to push up, but one strong hand flattened on the small of her back, pinning her down.
"They said you're an anal virgin, is that true?" he asked almost conversationally, and Noelle whimpered as she felt something thick and hard pressing against her emptied hole. Something much wider around than the plug which had just vacated it.
"Yes... please, be gentle," she begged, knowing it was useless to ask him not to take her there. His cock was already pressing in, making the tight ring of muscle guarding her entrance sting as it stretched open for him. She choked on a cry as he shoved in deeper.
Unlike the plug, his cock was thick all the way down his shaft, with no comforting notch for her sphincter to settle into. It burned, making her bowels cramp as his thick rod rutted further into her tunnel.
"Oh please!" She felt tears beginning to slide down her cheeks. It hurt so much!
"Relax and take it, girl," he said, his hand pressing more of his weight down onto her back to hold her still as she squirmed. Her ass clenched around him, uselessly trying to expel the intruder. "Anal sex isn't always going to be comfortable for you and I don't mean for you to think it is. You'll just need to be quiet and bear it." He groaned, thrusting in more, as Noelle writhed and shuddered. "I plan on fucking this tight ass a lot."
The whirring sound of a drone distracted her and she looked up to see the small, hovering camera taking in her face, reminding her that her debasement was being viewed by every man who had bid on her. All of them were watching her new master shove his cock up her ass, deflowering her last virginity and claiming her completely, possibly even hearing him tell her to get used to the discomfort of being fucked there.
True to his word, her master was not easy on her. He was not interested in being gentle or whether or not she enjoyed losing her anal virginity.
He used her ass the same way he'd used her mouth, for his pleasure.
Although his strokes were hard, even rough, he still took his time. Noelle's body burned, inside and out, as he plunged his cock between her pink cheeks. Her stomach cramped, her muscles fluttering as she strove to adjust to her body's new proportions. More tears slid down her face and more cameras came into view, taking in her reactions as her master grunted and pillaged her asshole.
Now she was holding onto the table because there was literally nothing else she could do... except hold on and take it exactly the way he'd told her to.
She was so full when he plunged in, but that uncomfortable sensation was nothing compared to when his cock dragged out of her, which made her channel feel intensely raw. She was crying, whining, gasping, whimpering, none of which seemed to have any effect on her master's enjoyment, unless it was spurring him to fuck her poor ass harder.
Still, with her body as aroused as it had been before he'd begun to stretch open her rear entrance, despite (or maybe because of) his rough use of her asshole, Noelle did begin to feel the stirrings of an orgasm again. Deeper inside of her. Fuller. More devastating.
She writhed on his cock, her ass clenching down around the thick, plundering shaft, her pussy spasming emptily as her cries became more conflicted.
"Fuck!" He let out a shout and then Noelle felt him slam into her, burying himself completely in her ass.
Shuddering, she tingled all over as hot liquid sprayed her insides, his cock throbbing as her ass was filled with his cum. She felt her toes curl, her bruised hips rocking against the hardness of the table as she tried for the orgasm which had—once again—been denied her. She'd been so close... Her master pulled his cock from her body, leaving her hole gaping slightly, the edges pink and swollen from the unaccustomed activity.
Sobbing, half from the roughness of her anal deflowerment, half in disappointment from her denied culmination for a second time, Noelle didn't even protest as the plug was pushed back into her sore anus. It felt so much smaller than his cock, but it did the job, plugging up his cum into her pink hole.
Without another word, her master strode away. She heard the sound of the door opening and closing—and she suddenly remembered the woman was going to come back to ask Noelle one last time if she'd like to change her mind about her sentence.
Noelle could only have a moment or two alone, at best.
Almost frantically, she pushed herself up on one forearm, her other hand shoving between her thighs and into her wetness. She moaned in depraved satisfaction, her sore ass clenching around the plug as she started to rub her swollen clit, hard and fast. Her orgasm swelled, and she heard the door open again but she didn't care.
She gasped, crying out in ecstasy as the whirring sound of the drones hovered around her. Her pussy throbbed against her fingers, her legs and braced arm shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.
Her movements slowed, the roaring in her ears settling, and she lifted her head to see the bemused expression of the woman who had guided her to the room. Flushing again, Noelle couldn't quite meet the woman's eyes as she straightened up, her pussy juices sticky on her fingers and making her feel like a naughty child.
"Noelle White, this is your last chance to determine if you would like to take the option of conventional imprisonment for your sentence," the woman said, although her tone made it clear she thought it was an unlikely Noelle would change her mind at this point.
As loathe as Noelle was to admit it, the woman was correct. Noelle shook her head, feeling her blush all the way down her body.
"I need a verbal verification, Miss White," the woman said. "Would you like to change your sentence?"
"No," Noelle said, quietly, but it was enough.
"Very well, come with me." The woman turned, gesturing over her shoulder for Noelle to follow her.
******
After being processed and her clothes returned to her, Noelle was received a collar around her neck to mark her special status. For the next year, everyone would know she was a slave. If she tried to run away, her collar would be scanned by the police and her sentence would be commuted, she'd be sent to jail, and all of the money from her auction would go to the government instead of to her upon release. By the same token, she could walk down the street completely naked and expect to be ignored by the average citizen as soon as her collar was seen. They would just assume she was doing something she'd been told to do, and anyone who harassed or attempted to interfere with her would themselves be subject to a hefty fine—the fine itself was done on a sliding scale according to income to deter all possible perpetrators, despite their financial wealth.
She was led, naked, out to the street where a large limo awaited her.
A man was standing beside the door, and he smirked at her as he opened it. Noelle gave one last look at the woman who had been her guide, before steeling herself and ducking into the car.
"Come," her master said, beckoning to her. He was sitting on one of the long bench seats along the side of the limo. His attention, however, was on a television screen on the wall between the driver's section and the rest of the car. Noelle wanted to moan with embarrassment when she saw what he was watching.
Herself, hand between her legs, furiously masturbating after he'd left.
Noelle sank to the floor of the car on her knees where her new master had pointed, avoiding looking at either him or the video screen. Her skin prickled with the humiliation and she was all too aware of both her nakedness and the plug still stuffed in her bottom.
Behind her, the door closed and she heard movement.
"Sit down, Darryl," her master said, nodding across from him.
The man who had been holding open the door for her, a hulking bruiser even larger than her master, sat down.
"Up on his lap, little slut," her master said. Noelle looked up at him, startled, and found herself facing cold, dark eyes. "Facing me."
Slowly, almost hesitantly, she got onto the unknown man's lap, trying to ignore his lascivious grin. Her soft bottom nestled against his hard cock, her plug pressing into her a little deeper.
"Hands behind your back," her master said. Noelle leaned forward to tuck her hands behind her, effectively trapping them between her and the big bruiser's body. The hard muscles of his stomach rippled underneath. "Darryl, hold her legs open."
Noelle squeaked as the bruiser reached forward, grabbing a leg with each hand and pulling them up and back, spreading them wide apart. Her pussy, still glistening from her earlier arousal and orgasm, spread wide in the cool air, right in front of her master. Beneath her, the fabric of the man's pants scratched at her bottom cheeks, still a bit sensitive from the spanking she'd received.
Her master leaned forward, placing his hand over her bare pussy. She could feel the heat gathering between them and she stared at him, waiting and wondering what he was doing.
"This is my pussy now," he told her, his voice firm and almost lecturing. "Which means you do not touch it, except by my permission. And if you do so, or orgasm again without my permission, what you're about to experience will seem like a pleasant dream."
SMACK!
Noelle screamed as her master's hand came down on her open, vulnerable pussy, spanking the tender lips the same way the auctioneer had spanked her bottom earlier. But her bottom was much better able to take abuse than her poor sex, and she flailed—or would have, but Darryl was holding her far too tightly.
SMACK!
Crying, pleading, Noelle promised not to ever touch her pussy again as her master spanked the area in question over and over.
Even as she begged and squealed with pain, between the burning, stinging lips of her pussy she was beginning to cream again. This might not be the punishment she'd expected or anticipated or even wanted, but it might just be the one she needed.