7 7: The Slave House Auction

When the door to Emma's closet opened next, it was a male wearing nothing but a loincloth and a collar with a D-ring. He untied Emma's hands but kept a firm rip on the ribbons attached to her strings to deter her from running.

He walked to a small waiting area and handed her to another attendant. There were two other girls waiting with another attendant. Someone waved to her and the attendant began to buckle the two females into structures leaning against the wall. Their hands were secured behind their backs and then their legs were spread. Their ankles were shackled by their hands, but their knees were spread and then buckled spread wide. The girls were caged with large rings and then their plugs and vibrators were pulled off and out. They were wheeled on stage.

Emma struggled a little as the process was repeated with her, but stopped when the attendant tugged warningly on a nipple piercing. She still squirmed briefly when the plug and vibrator were removed.

As she was wheeled on stage, Emma squinted at the bright lights.

"Please welcome #78294! She's fresh out of cleaning and fully disease and body hair free." The auctioneer talked as he moved around Emma, poking and plumping things as he moved. "Look at how hung she is." He pushes her breasts up and together to better display them to the audience. "She would make a great platter with these massive cushions." He moved his hands lower and spread her lower lips. The gag muffled a small scream, but also a moan as he began to message her. "Look at this pussy! Look at how she glistens! Give it fifteen minutes and she would make a wonderful wine or just a good fuck before dinner. I will remind you again this is #78294. She is available for sale with the previous females. They will all be on floor display until the auction concludes."

Emma was out on a platform and wheeled off the stage and then into a room where she saw lots of other females in bizarre contraptions. But she sound found out was it was. She was secured by cuffs at all her joints. A servant pushed a button in front of her and the contraption shifted her into the position the button details. It stretched her in every way imaginable before a green light illuminated the servants face. He pushed another button and she was moved from holding the spilts to a basic statue position with her legs together and arms at her sides.

There was a moving camera in the room and as the auction began. It started after two more girls had been wheeled in, but on the other side of the room.

As the camera got closer to Emma, she began to worry. It zoomed in on her breasts and took two photos. Then the camera flew lowered and took a picture of her pussy and her round ass. There were several clicking noises and then the camera flew to the girl who had been wheeled in after her.

Emma was placed on a track with a screen behind her. From the corner of her eye, she could see the it alternated between the photos the camera must have just taken to her statistics and measurement to an ad for puppy food. The ad perplexed Emma, so she turned her head to see more. The puppy in the ad was actually a repurposed male slave. The male demons eyes were huge and there was a nub were his actually tail must have been cut off and a plug with a faux hair tail in his ass.

Emma snapped her eyes back to the front. The track was moving now and it took the row of "items" behind a glass wall. As the lights hit her, Emma blinked until the track stopped moving. From behind the wall, she could see a floor filled with demons of all kinds mingling while the auctioneer introduced another item.

A small demoness approached the wall in front of Emma and she shuddered. The demoness dragged a finger up the controller in front of her and Emma's leg was pulled up to her nose. The demoness made an adjustment and Emma's leg moved accordingly until it was secured between her breasts. This pushed them out on either side and exposed Emma's dripping pussy for the demoness to examine.

The process was repeated for Emma several times. The contraption timed out and her leg would be lowered an then someone else would take an interest. Twice, a tiny cup was held underneath her and once full of juice it would travel under the wall and be offered to the demon in front of the wall.

After the last item was introduced, the actual bidding began. One by one, the "items" were tracked on to the stage and either a fierce bidding war would be begin (like the large male that could serve as a stallion or a single cart horse) or no bids (like the tiny, older kitten trained demon).

By the time Emma was on stage, the attention flare had died down. When the stage lights hit her hair, a whisper started to spread throughout the crowd and faces began to swivel back to the stage. As the auctioneer announced Emma's number, almost all eyes were on her, including a particular set underneath a dark crown. Paddles flew in the air as the price climbed for Emma. Her eyes widened as the bids grew more absurd: the eye of a dragon, a first born, an entire land of poppies. When she had enlisted, Emma had never imaged the result for her auction would be so ridiculous.

Eventually, it was a final war between the Devil King and one of his Lords. The King smirked and the Lord slowly lowered his paddle.

He snickered, "Fine, but I want a taste at your next wedding."

The King nodded and the auctioneer shook with happiness, " Sold to the gentleman in the black for 2 million tears of a virgin! You can arrange for the collection of your item at the payment table." Emma was wheeled off the stage and set in line again.

At the payment table, the King signed a check and a form before looking Emma directly in the eyes. A servant gasped as Emma held his gaze before shoving her head down. Emma chin hit her chest and she sucked in a breath. What had she be thinking, staring at the King so openly!

Emma was wheeled to back room and loaded into a truck with the other slaves the King had purchased. She was pulled out of the frame and secured on a bench between two other women. As she shifted in her restraints, the bench grew warm and morphed underneath her. A rather insistent prodding started as a thin piece of the bench pushed its way inside her. Emma opened her mouth to protest but it was halted by a gag being placed in her mouth. Emma looked around the back of the truck and saw all the other slaves were undergoing other struggles. As they tried to lift up, Emma could see bench growing and pushing into them, too. The piece of the bench inside her started to grow as the truck lurched forward.