As always seems to be the case I was unsure which category to post this story in but eventually, after some thought, decided it belonged in BDSM.

Please take the time to read parts 1 & 2, unless you already have, they will help you make sense of the storyline.

Comments, constructive or critical, are welcome as usual.

Remember it is just a story.

Enjoy.

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A QUESTION OF HER VALUE

Part three

As we stood chained together in the coffle several of the women around me started to weep quietly, fearful of what might become of them once they were bought. A few others whispered amongst themselves, ignoring the instructions we had been given about talking.

One or two simply pissed themselves, the warm amber streams of urine running down their legs and darkening the earth floor around their feet. The heady scent of ammonia adding to the smell of the perspiring bodies pressed closely together in the blacksmith’s workshop.

All the while I simply waited quietly, wondering just what my fate would be?

Somewhere, in the distance, a bell rang indicating the auction was about to begin and, through the open doors, I could see a number of men taking their seats in front of the stage. Picking up the catalogues several browsed through the list of girls for sale presumably making a note of the ones they wished to purchase.

Third in line in the coffle, totally naked like all the other women, I watched as things started to happen. It was only now when I looked at the platform at the front of the courtyard that this new development made sense.

The auction had actually begun and all of the women here with me would be sold.

‘I would go on stage where men would bid for me.’

‘Where was my husband?’

‘What would happen to me if he didn’t arrive?’

I started to panic, my stomach tightening with fear.

Due on the block in less than half-an-hour I speculated if he would be outside to stop my purchase and release me?

Hanif had told me he intended to sell me before Dan got here but I wondered if, just possibly, he was not telling me the truth. Perhaps he just wanted to frighten me, to teach me a lesson for some unknown slight I had made towards him.

Up until this time, I had still trusted that I might be spared the ignominy of having to be auctioned, that someone, my husband hopefully, would arrive and rescue me. Or maybe Hanif would be satisfied that the despised Western slut he obviously lusted after had been humbled enough in the showroom of the slave market.

But now it seemed that my last hope was crushed. I would continue to be humiliated until the final moment when I was actually sold.

Yannick and Noah appeared at the head of the coffle, unchaining the first girl, a slim brunette, and led her out into the warmth of the late afternoon sunshine. As she disappeared, I realised that it was Carmen, the young woman I had spoken to in the cages.

Watching the proceedings from inside the blacksmith’s barn I was very aware of the fact there was only one other girl before me and I could feel the tension building. My stomach fluttered nervously while my heart pounded fiercely in my chest and I felt a faint dribble of piss moisten my upper thighs.

The brunette was led up onto the platform, standing with her head down as the auctioneer entertained the delighted crowd with a colourful account of her specialities.

With that done Carmen was made to turn around slowly, her arms above her head so that all of the potential buyers could see her.

“Who will start me at one thousand?”

There was a shout from the back accepting his request.

“Two!”

Another bid came from the audience.

“Three thousand!”

I could feel the moistness at the top of my thighs, the brunette on stage was being sold and in a very short while I would be to. Just the thought of strangers bidding to own me was enough to flood my loins with a sexual warmth that slowly radiated through my whole body.

“Eight thousand!”

For a moment no one spoke and no more bids were made.

“Anyone else?” the auctioneer asked looking round the assembled group of buyers, “Before I sell this delightful creature for eight thousand.”

Apart from a general murmur of conversation there was nothing.

“Sold.” He shouted and the trembling young woman was led away to meet her new owner and start her life of servitude.

A few moments later the African girl in front of me was taken to the stage and, shivering with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation I stood peering out into the courtyard knowing I was next.

My eyes roamed across the men sitting outside searching for either Hanif or my husband and to my despair, while Dan was clearly not present, his treacherous friend was.

Standing at the rear the man who was actually selling me stood, arms folded, smiling as he watched his latest batch of women being auctioned off.

I could feel my stomach tensing, a knot of fear gnawing away at me as I waited my turn. The thought of being up on the platform, freely displayed to the leering gaze of the men present as they offered money for me, filled me with a feeling of hopelessness and, to my surprise, lust.

“Sold!”

The auctioneer’s cry from outside jerked me back to the present.

Now it was my turn and I felt my legs start to buckle as my stomach churned and my breathing quickened.

Unfastening my chains Yannick virtually dragged me out into the warmth of the evening sunlight, my eyes slitting against the glare as I was forced towards the platform.

There was a jerk on my chain and I stumbled as I was led up the stairs to the stage.

My time had come.

‘This couldn’t really be happening to me? Could it?’

‘Where was Dan?’

With my hands still manacled in front of me and my ankles hobbled, I awkwardly mounted the ominous steps of the auction block.

I wanted to scream for my husband but my throat felt so constricted it was all I could do to breathe let alone speak.

At the rear of the crowd Hanif grinned broadly. He had already fucked me and now he would sell me off before there was any hope of rescue reaching me.

“Gentlemen our next offering is the delightful Amy.”

With that introduction he cracked his whip and ordered me to squat down facing the audience with my legs spread wide, so that the buyers could see my glistening pink slit.

Awkwardly I did as he instructed, while he paused to let the audience view my Sex properly.

Then he began to describe me to the crowd.

“This enchanting creature is 32 years of age and, if you look very carefully, a natural blonde.”

His comment raised a ripple of laughter from the assembled group of buyers.

Squatting nude before them I felt my cheeks redden while my eyes roamed across their faces, partly looking for Daniel and partly wondering who would purchase me. The thought that the men sitting looking up at me would soon be bidding to take ownership of me was making me extremely wet.

I looked around to see if there was anyone who might help me and although there were many buyers molesting me with their eyes, there wasn’t a single friendly face amongst them.

“Well educated Amy has a degree in business and, so I’m told, is very accomplished in the bedroom.” The auctioneer continued.

There was another round of laughter and to one side of the audience I saw Ahmed and his son Tariq both smirking broadly.

“Enslaved only today she is unbred. An excellent specimen she is to be recommended to anyone looking for a breed mare.”

His final statement made the reality of my situation suddenly abundantly clear to me. Hanif had changed the time of my sale on purpose. My husband wasn’t here and as the slave trader had told me he wouldn’t be until closer to my planned auction time of seven o’clock.

There would be no rescue.

“How delightful would it be to have such an accomplished representative of the west in your harem, yours to command, obedient, dancing for you, sucking you with those bright red lips, tirelessly entertaining you…and your friends. Being bred by you!”

He continued to commend me to the audience before starting the bidding.

Then just to demonstrate I was ‘an excellent specimen’ as he put it, the auctioneer ordered me to turn around and kneel down on the block with my thighs spread wide apart. With me in this humiliating position I showed my juicy slit and dark puckered rectum to the gathering.

“Who amongst you would not want to enjoy the delights this western slut offers you?”

He teased around my rectum and then between my Pussy lips with the handle of his whip, exhibiting me to the buyers.

Hardly daring to breathe I could feel my cunt leaking, the sticky cream trickling down my inner thighs as I was forced to display myself so wantonly.

My heart was thudding against my ribcage and my pulse racing as the feelings of despair and arousal competed inside me. Part of me desperate for my husband to arrive and put a stop to my shame while another part wanted the humiliation to continue forever.

Horrified I felt the handle of his whip press slowly deeper, opening me up and sliding into my Pussy until it was a good six inches inside of me.

“Please…. no…. no…. I…. aaahhhhhhh!” I shuddered and moaned, the thick grip pushing deeper and sending me towards the edge.

“Tariq.” He called on the eighteen-year-old at the back, “Please give us a testimonial as to the pleasures to be found between her long legs and in her slutty, salacious mouth.”

“I can highly recommend her. She is most enthusiastic.” The young man shouted back raising more laughter from the crowd.

“There you go gentlemen.” The auctioneer continued.

Working the handle of the lash in and out of my slit I could feel myself surrendering to the sensations the auctioneer was creating in me, biting my lip as I tried to resist them.

“Please… oh please… noooooooo!”

Several comments came from the audience as they watched me, bringing tears to my eyes and making me even wetter while I remained in my embarrassing position.

“Oh…. fuck…. aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” unable to stop myself I came, my body shuddering as I climaxed in front of the assembled crowd.

“Up.” The auctioneer eventually commanded.

Obediently I got to my feet, my legs like jelly, turning slowly around until, my cheeks scarlet with the ignominy, I faced the gathered group of buyers again.

“Who will start the bidding at three thousand?” his shout sent a tremor of expectation and arousal through me.

“Three.”

I turned my head towards the sound to see Masood, the brothel owner, grinning lustfully back at me as he held his arm aloft.

With a shudder I realised that he wanted me and so did the rest of the buyers. If he was successful and my rescuers didn’t arrive, I would be destined for his whorehouse.

“Four thousand.” Another purchaser called.

“Turn around and bend over slut.” the auctioneer whispered.

Doing as he commanded, I spread my legs, my back to the crowd as I once again put my Sex on display to everyone.

With the bidding started, he took advantage of my exposed Pussy and slowly started to masturbate me again, lightly rubbing his fingers along my slit, to the delight of the men gathered in front of the platform.

“Oh please…. n… no… please…aaahhhhhhhh!” whimpering I felt the sensations start to circulate through my body once more.

As he had hoped, the sight of me wiggling my arse helplessly while trying not to Orgasm on the block for a second time, drove the bidders into a frenzy.

“Five!” Masood countered.

“Six” another voice, a new one called out.

“Seven!” it was Masood again.

By now my legs were trembling as the fingers teasing my Pussy were driving me closer and closer to another climax.

“No… oh god no… nooooooooo!” I jerked, my whole being on edge as I tried to resist the feelings surging out from my core.

“Eight thousand.”

“Nine!”

I no longer cared about the bidding as I came. Mortified as my body betrayed me for the second time and my humiliation was utterly complete.

“Fuck… oh shit…. oh fuck…. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” my backside wiggled urgently and my juices gushed down my inner thighs as I orgasmed hard, muscles tensing in my thighs when my whole body stiffened.

“Ten… eleven…. twelve thousand… thirteen….” The bids kept coming as my climax radiated out from my clit and sent ripples of pleasure through me.

“Twenty thousand!” one last bid from somewhere at the back bought a gasp of shock from the audience.

There was a long moment of silence as the auctioneer made me stand up, my legs barely supporting me, and turn around to face the crowd.

“Anyone else? Or I will sell the whore for twenty thousand.”

I looked around expecting to see that the successful bidder, with his arm in the air, was the brothel owner Masood. However, it wasn’t and he was looking more than a little dejected.

‘Where was my husband?’

‘Was anyone going to save me?’

‘Had I just been bought for twenty thousand?’

My eyes searched the faces before me without success.

I was finally led from the block, my legs like jelly, still weak in the afterglow of my Orgasm. As I shuffled down the steps, I saw the brothel owner and several others grinning at me.

“No! Please, where is my husband?” I screamed in horror, the sudden realisation that I had actually been sold into slavery and no one was going to save me finally dawning on me.

Amira walked up, smiling as I was led back to the blacksmiths barn.

“You’ll get what you deserve now whore.” She cackled looking up into my face.

“Please where is Hanif. Where is my husband. This isn’t what was supposed to happen.” I whimpered, tears coursing down my cheeks.

She smirked, “It appears he will be too late to save you.”

My expression was one of total shock. They really had planned this all along.

“Nearly ready to go my dear?” Hanif joined us, his look of smug satisfaction making me feel nothing but hatred for him.

“Why have you done this?” I searched his face trying to find an answer to my question.

He laughed at my request, “Because I can my dear. I have lusted after you ever since you married that pathetic excuse for a man. Now I have you and I can enjoy you anytime I wish.”

“Dan won’t just give up. He’ll look for me.”

The slave trader smiled sympathetically.

“Of course he will. And I will help him but by then Amira will have disappeared with all the details of your sale.”

“He’ll go to the police, the British embassy.” I continued.

“Again, I will go with him and offer every assistance but without any leads it will all be in vain. Meanwhile, you will be on your back or on your knees servicing me and my friends every day.”

“You? What do you mean you? Am I not going to a brothel?” suddenly I became aware of what he was actually saying.

Hanif laughed out loud, “Do you think I’ve gone to all this trouble just to sell you to a whorehouse?”

“The… then who… who bought me?”

“I did, you silly girl. You’re going to become part of my harem.”

Shocked at this revelation I stared at him, totally lost for words, slowly shaking my head and sending my long blonde hair swaying around my shoulders.

“No…. no that can’t be…”

“Oh, but it is. Now all we have to do is brand you with my mark and you will be my property to do with as I want.”

With that statement I glanced at the blacksmith heating an iron in his forge and my knees buckled as I fainted.

“Wake up bitch. I want to enjoy this.” Water splashed onto my face and I opened my eyes to see the old Arab woman staring gleefully down at me.

Yannick grabbed me and, unceremoniously, yanked me onto my feet before pulling me to the anvil and forcing me to bend across it.

“Please no… you can’t it’s… no… it’s barbaric.” I sobbed; my eyes fixed on the iron heating in the forge.

“Silence whore.” She laughed and nodded to the blacksmith.

My eyes widened in terror as he pulled the red-Hot iron out of the coals and, smirking, stepped towards me.

“Please…. you can’t….. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

I screamed and struggled harder as he approached me holding the Hot iron out in front of him with an HM glowing bright orange at the end.

“PLEASE…. NOOOOOOOOOOO…. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The pain was indescribable as he pressed the brand against my rear and, for the briefest moment, my nostrils filled with the scent of burnt flesh as I screamed.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Then I passed out.

When I eventually came to, I was laid out, still nude, in the back of the same large vehicle that had bought me to the market. We were slowly bouncing along a track, presumably heading towards Hanif’s property where he kept his harem.

Remembering the pain of my branding I tentatively felt for my bottom and my fingers came into contact with a gauze pad of some sort covering the mark.

“You’ll be fine. We’ve put a salve on it to help with the pain and reduce the swelling.”

I jerked my head up to see the Arab, my owner, sitting up front smiling as he twisted around to face me.

“The other girl I bought is Lara. She’s still unconscious behind you.”

I glanced back to look at the attractive brunette sprawled across the other seat, a similar dressing on her backside.

“Where are you taking me?” slowly I tried sitting up and was relieved to find my rear was only slightly uncomfortable.

“To your new home.”

“You mean your harem.” I stated flatly.

“Yes, but you may prefer to call it home. You will be there a long time.”

I glared back at him defiantly, “My husband will be looking for me.”

His eyes twinkled humourlessly, “I’m sure he will but I have many, how do you say, friends in the police.”

There was nothing else I could say or do. I was, along with my unconscious companion Lara, on my way to a very different existence.

Sitting I silently stared out of the window looking at the barren landscape passing by as dusk slowly turned to night.

Tomorrow I would be starting a new life as a Sex toy to a slave trader.

My pulse was racing while my heart beat like a trip hammer as I contemplated my future.

‘How many times would I be fucked? Once a day, once a week?’

‘Would he share me with his friends and business associates?’

‘Would he breed me?’

Somewhere along the journey I fell asleep, the events of the day finally catching up with me, and only awoke when we stopped at some large wrought iron gates set in a high white wall.

“Where are we?” I asked slightly groggily noticing that the other girl, Lara, was also awake beside me.

“Your new home.” Was the only answer we got as we waited for the gates to be opened and the car to proceed.

Inside the wall we made our way up a gravel driveway, set in lush gardens with vivid green lawns either side of it, the drive led up to a large two-storey house where lights blazed brightly dispersing the darkness.

Pulling up in front of the property the driver opened the car door so that Hanif could usher us inside. Stepping through the front entrance we found ourselves in an opulently decorated hallway with a large sweeping staircase running up from the centre to the first-floor balcony.

Waiting for us was a woman.

“Ah Lina.” Our owner greeted the older Arab woman who seemed totally unphased by our nudity.

“Sir?” she bowed respectfully.

“This is Amy and Lara. Please see to it that they are cleaned up and fed.”

“Shall I place them with Maria and Esther when I’m finished with them sir?”

Her reply made me wonder who the other two women were.

“They will be going into the harem, yes.”

He went to turn away dismissing her before continuing, “On second thoughts when you are done with them bring Amy back to me.”