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The evening brought the excitement in the boat to a peak. After a good amount of booze, thrown in heavily by their cunning host, the thugs and drug barons gathered in the dining room. There a menu card was waiting for everyone.
Caroline, 19, German, 80c-60-82, blond, student Virginie, 20, French, 72c-61-82, blond, actress Consuela, 20, Spanish, 85d-65-86, black, student Pamela, 22, US, 81c-62-78, blond, college Vivien, 25, English, 81c-61-78, red, writer Nica, 22, Australian, 80c-60-82, blond, student Kim, 23, Canadian, 70b-50-72, brunette, student Daniela, 21, US, 69c-55-78, brunette, college Ina, 20, German, 70b-59-79, brunette, student Patricia, 24, French, 72b-56-84, black, cosmetics representative
When everyone was in a festive mood Le Patron, dressed in a white jacket and white slacks stood up and stepped onto the stage. "My friends, I hope you are now ready for the great event. You had time to sample the merchandise, and I think you agree that the quality of the females that I am offering today is exceptional. All of you like their purchases to be young. You know I spared no time, effort to train them to be the most erotic and submissive whores in the world. To do that I went into a considerable risk. Each of the ten females we are offering today have a figure fine enough to win a beauty contest. Each of them would look well as the centerfold of Penthouse Magazine. This night here is devoted to partying. It is a good custom to invite everybody to your latest purchase to illustrate her abilities; you of course will have the right of the first encounter. However, it is completely up to you." He paused. "I'm running short of time. I'll describe the ground rules for our auction. You have a brief description of the girls before you; some of them you already know intimately. The girls will appear in the order of your menu. They will remain beside me here. The minimum bid for each girl is twelve thousand US dollars. You can raise in steps of five hundred dollars. The transaction will be done immediately after the auction." Le Patron paused a moment, and one man raised his hand. "Yes, George?" "How soon can we get the slave?," a man asked. "Are you in a hurry?" Le Patron asked. There was a flurry of laughter. "Well, I am. The girl I want I wanta take to my apartment, ASAP. Do you have any problem with my giving you a check right after I give the top bid for her?" "Certainly not," Le Patron replied. "Well, fuck!" the man said. "Just deliver her. Send her up with her hands tied behind her back." "All right, Silvio. She'll arrive handcuffed, with the cuffs fastened to her collar. Her guard will bring some of our training devices if you want--vibrators, a prod, and whips. Will that be satisfactory?" "Sure, fine." The man sat down. "Are there any more questions? No? Fine, let's start."
In the small room behind the stage the nude girls were waiting again. Before they had received a hair styling both above and blow the waistline. Against the common cliché the hairdresser was not gay and took the opportunity to reap some fringe benefits. When he left the girls had an excellent haircut , a trim pubic area, their legs shaven and their cunts thoroughly researched. Then Ramon appeared before them. Ignoring the hateful looks of Consuela he explained what was expected of them on the stages. He did not need to mention the painful consequences of disobedience.
First blond Caro was called. When she appeared on the stage a lustful moaning and cat whistles were heard. Everybody remembered her skillful oral work and dreamt of an encore. To the music of "8 1/2 weeks" she erotically pirouetted, lifted her arms and bent over to display her bodily charms, as ordered. Her price rose quickly to twenty thousand until she finally was sold to a South American for twenty-five thousand dollars. Then she was ushered back and taken directly to her room. Virginie came next.
As Caro sat alone in her room she contemplated her situation. She was sold. Like a piece of meat. Now she belonged to a complete stranger, who could do anything with her, exploit her, use her. So far she had thought that was a thing of medieval times. She started to cry.
Meanwhile the auction had reached Nica. The blond Australian danced nude before a keyed up audience, wildly swinging her long blond hair and her ample breasts. An Arab and a Russian drug lord had insisted to haul down their property for immediate use, so Pamela and Consuela were kneeling and sucking the turgid poles of their new masters amid the oversexed men while taking care not to shoot them off. Accompanied by lewd shouts and commentaries Le Patron kept his calm. Calmly he drove up the prize for his blond dream until the price of the Venezuelan Drug Lord wouldn't be topped. Smiling he sealed the offer.
Finally all girls had been sold. 'Almost 700 grand' he thought as Patricia was sold to a sheik from Qatar. "Now my friends, it has been an old and cherished custom to let everybody share our prizes. However, I understand that some of you would sample your purchases now - even those who already shot their guns." The whole room laughed at this silly joke as Pam's and Con's master hadn't held back when Ina showed them her pink gash. "Hey, I'll have the first go on my girl!", a Latin American kingpin. "Certainly, Jorge, it's your decision. And if you don't want to join, no problem. All I am suggesting is a courtesy to our friends here. Now, let me say this: let's meet for dinner and a nice fuck in two hours at ten in this room. This will give you ample time to get acquainted to your new pastime." Amid loud laughter and bawdy remarks the men split up and went to their rooms.
Caro had hardly buried her face in the pillow when she was disturbed again. Hardly had her door been opened when she was hauled up by two guards. Quickly a collar was fixed around her neck, followed by two wristbands with snap-hooks. Her wrists were fastened to the collar and she was marched trough the gangways and pushed into a new cabin. On the way she was saw Patricia who was shackled in the same way. There she sank down on the bed. Would she encounter her new master? She looked around. Spacious, even luxurious. Nice view to the sea. The sea. She hadn't seen it for ages. Where was she? The sun was setting and the reddish light was glittering in the small waves. "Hey, chica, get up!" a coarse male voice woke her up from her daydream. Hastily she got up. A swarthy man of medium height and a little fat was standing at the door. He eyed her up and down, stared at her shaven crotch and ordered: "Sit down!" Obediently Caro sat down and mechanically spread her legs, as she was taught. His cold eyes were taxing her pink gash and the blond fur above. Obviously satisfied he advanced between her legs. "Chupame la polla"! he ordered. Instinctively understanding what he wanted she lowered his shorts with her teeth and sucked in the emerging semi-hard cock on which she started to work skillfully. Not using her chained hands she just could move her head back and forth, applying gentle suction and suffering his hands on her head, urging her to take more of his maleness into her mouth. Just as she felt his upcoming orgasm he bellowed: "Boca abajo!". When Caro looked up not understanding her gave her a stinging blow that sent her sprawling over the bed. "On your face", he bellowed as he grabbed her hips and roughly arranged her body so that she knelt an the floor with her face on the bed. Then he kicked her legs apart, knelt down and brutally pushed his prick into her closed cunt. Only a few pushes, and her channel was flooded with his come.
Grunting he got up. With closed eyes Caro rested on her cheeks as she felt his sticky fluid run down her thigh. "Get up! Wash!" the voice growled. Unsteady she got up and staggered to the bathroom. There she noticed that her hands were still chained to the collar. Anxiously she turned and approached her master. "Please - the chain". Grumping he unshackled her and threw away the wristlets but left her collar.
The Orgy At ten in the evening the thugs gathered in the auction room. They were dressed extremely casually, in shorts, tee-shirts or swimming trunks. Some dragged their slaves on a leash, other had ordered them to follow like pets, all naked and their hands cuffed to the collar. The girls were gathered near the stage, looking down fearfully. Le Patron rose to speak. "My dear friends, I presume that you have used your time efficiently to get acquainted with your new companion. I am sure that all your wishes were fulfilled and you found nothing wanting. Now, to commemorate your reunion I suggested this party to you and I am happy that all of you followed my invitation. Certainly you all will still have a shot in you locker" - coarse laughter interrupted him - "so we all can enjoy the evening. Now of course everybody has the first right to his own slave. After that you're on your own." Cat calls interrupted him again." Don't worry, there's no shortage both women or booze. There is the bar, and there are - some of my girls I'd like to add for your entertainment." He motioned to the door and five sluttish looking nude girls in high heels came in. They positioned themselves next to the slave girls, smiling self-confident. Obviously they were accustomed to this sort of party. " Now let the party begin. Just one rule: Before the hole the harder cock has the right of way." Laughing the men grabbed the girls. Some secured their slaves for another session, the rest just helped themselves with the available flesh. Soon the room was filled with the familiar slapping of skin against skin, the slurping and the groans of sexual activity. Le Patron watched the orgy. Everywhere he saw moving bodies and heads and slender female legs ending in high heeled shoes. When on of his sluts had finished her job he beckoned her to take care of his hard-on. Without hesitation the young girl with black hair, olive skin and a shaven pussy knelt between his legs and began to expertly suck his cock, slightly spreading her legs for effect. Savoring the pleasant feeling between his legs he looked around. The table was in heavy demand. At least four girls were lying on her back with their legs high in the air, rocking back and forth. On the right, the red-haired girl (what was her name?) was bracketed by two Latin American cocks, using her mouth and cunt while she kept her eyes closed. On the stage one of his sluts was stretched out on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the stage while a naked Russian was obviously enjoying the oral ministrations of her eagerly sucking mouth as his thick white cock slid in and out between her tightly ovalled lips. The blonds were in especially heavy demand. Before the Australian's widespread legs two men had gathered, one fucking her blond pussy, the other caressing her blond pubic area. As the brunette girl next to her became available, he immediately pushed his inflated cock into her to ease the tension while still fingering the white body.
The pillory also had come into use. A pale Russian Mafioso had his girl, the black-haired French, put into the pillory. The cuffs at her feet kept her legs wide apart so that everybody could see the eager cock driving in and out of its pink sheath. When the familiar tickling started Le Patron pushed away his toy and staggered over to his buddy Jorge who was sitting in a seat, his maleness deeply embedded in his Canadian slave's body. Stroking his shaft he poked his mate:" Hey Jorge, my I use her ass?" As a answer Jorge reclined, taking the body of his toy with him and exposing her puckered rear opening. Crouching Le Patron rammed his wildly pulsating cockhead against the defenseless little anal orifice. He pushed hard using all the strength of his muscular legs to enter the tight channel. Kim gave a subdued sob but said nothing. After a few thrusts he came with a loud grunt. After satisfying his needs he got up and walked around. Briefly he stopped to let an unoccupied female mouth clean him off and went out naked to enjoy the peaceful Mediterranean sea. A slight breeze was blowing. Right next to him one of his putes was screwing a fat-bellied Russian. She was leaning with her belly on the railing, her fat globes swinging freely over the glittering water, while the Russian between her spread legs accompanied every push with a grunting 'da'. Watching the erotic picture of the moonlight shining on the sweating, dancing bodies reactivated his senses and he returned to the orgy. The scene had changed. Most men had had their orgasm and were sitting together, gossiping, drinking and making deals. The girls were made to kneel between their legs and rejuvenate their spend cocks. Only around the prostate body of Consuela a sort of contest had begun. The sheer sexuality and horniness of that girl was astonishing. So five men had come together who had already spent themselves once and took her service. Three men took her holes while the other two let her wank their half-inflated pricks. The bet was who would get it off first. Le Patron ignored them and joined the talk, ordering one of his whores for his own pleasure.
After an hour the most impatient men came up with an new idea. The slaves were sent to take a quick shower and then had to show their skills in floor dancing. Caro, Ina, Consuela, Patricia and Pamela were lifted up the table and danced and gyrated to some dance music. However, after short time the interest of the spectators waned. The had already used their bodies too much. Instead they came up with some more arcane games. The girls were made to lie down on the table, her heads hanging over the edge. The men went around, sticking their smelly pricks into the open mouths and fucking their by now very experienced openings. Five pushes were allowed before the men had to move on. Those who came had to leave. Finally a Russian mobster won, grinning he let Patricia caress his red tip until he gave up his willpower and let a tiny stream of white fluid fill her mouth. Slowly the orgy ended out of sheer exhaustion. The men gathered their property and returned to their cabins, probably for a good recreational sleep.