Welcome to Crotchglen (pronounced Crock-len) and my latest collection of gold-diggers who are being turned into sexslaves. Discover my methods for converting these young beauties into the sluts their new owners will want them to be.
We have held five auctions in the past three years and they have been a great success, with some thirty young and beautiful women now attached to and owned by some of the wealthiest men in the world who wish to avail themselves of the services I provide.
I would like to invite you to follow me through the process of preparing for and then running the sixth auction. The auction is actually about to start, and my guests have arrived, but my preparations began nearly four months ago, just as the last frosts of winter left the ground and I resurfaced from Crotchglen and that is where this story begins.
Contains, Interracial sex, Male Dom, Piercing, Shaving, Flogging, Caning, bondage, anal, oral and vaginal sex and some gangbang style action
EXTRACT
Editors Note: Please be aware that this extract is MILD to avoid
offending people. The story itself contains very strong scenes of
sexual torture.
Extract:
I stood to the side of Samantha and raised her skirt, folding it
back up and over her waist. Her naked buttocks quivered fearfully in
full view of the assembled young ladies. I walked round and did the
same to Britney.
“Britney, you were told only to wear the clothes provided. What
are these?” I said, pulling on the waistband of the white knickers she
was wearing.
“I didn’t think you meant underwear.” There was something in her
voice as she spoke, but I passed it over, sure I was mistaken. This
was, after all, only their first evening and I had never had girls
play for high stakes this early before.
“Well I did. No matter.” I had expected as much and walked to
the dresser where I quickly located the pair of scissors I keep there
for eventualities. Returning, I slit the knickers down one side seam
and then the other. They fell to the floor. “You won’t be needing them
again while you are here,” I said and then added, “and that goes for
all of you. Stand up all of you. Now!” I said and waited while the
chairs were pushed back. “Skirts up,” I said and waited while the
silent room lifted their skirts. “I see we have a problem,” I
concluded. “Those wearing underclothes will remain standing with their
skirts up, the rest can sit down.” Ten seconds later Cheryl, Sandra
and Mary remained standing. I could feel my cock rise at the sight of
the three shaven pussies that had briefly been on display. The others
would be as pretty in the next day or so.
“Now,” I said, “to you two. Because you were wearing knickers in
disobedience to instructions, Britney you will receive an additional
six strokes of the cane. I will deal with you in a minute. First,
though, Samantha. This is your last chance to quit before we get
started. Do you want to stay or go?”
“Stay, please,” said Samantha.
“I’ll stay,” added Britney.
“Good girls,” I said, taking up position. I tapped the cane
across the middle of Samantha’s bare cheeks. “No profanities or
swearing and with Robert holding you in position, I don’t think you
will be able to move.”
With that the cane swished through the air and delivered its
first stroke to the upturned bottom.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Samantha cried out for the stroke had been
deliberately strong. She squirmed with the sudden pain but could not
break free from Robert.
The cane swished through the air a second time and Samantha
cried out loudly. It is a common thing with the spoilt young
gold-diggers, that they are unused to pain and can not take it. A few
weeks of training would change that.
The third stripe landed on her buttocks to a real scream of terror
from the nineteen year old recipient. She was sobbing now as the
fourth, fifth and sixth strokes followed. I was not being particularly
hard on her – she just couldn’t take the pain.
Stroke seven had her pull up sharply, trying to straighten her
body, and I saw Robert have a bit of work to do, holding her in
position. Samantha cried even louder – “YEEEEEOOWWWWW!” – when the
eighth stroke landed a little lower down her virgin ass flesh.
After ten strokes I stopped for a moment.
“Let her rub her bottom, but keep her in position,” I said to
Robert. He released her arms and her hands darted round to try and
soothe the ten welt marks that crossed her buttocks.
“Enough,” I said after precisely one minute. “Take her arms
again, please, Robert.”
Robert did as I instructed, well aware of the routine. Samantha
was locked once again into position and I proceeded to deliver the
final ten strokes. Samantha sobbed and then howled as the pain in her
rear intensified with each stroke. She obviously had a low pain
threshold and I wondered whether she would ever learn to take the
punishment properly.
“Now stand up,” I said, ten seconds after I had striped her
bottom for the twentieth time.
Samantha straightened.
“Turn round, put your hands on your head and stand with your
feet eighteen inches apart.”
Samantha obeyed instantly, evidently not wanting any further
pain in her bottom this particular evening.
“Right, Britney, lets get your twenty six strokes administered.
“Yes, sir,” replied Britney. I will never forget that response.
The cane caressed her pretty buttocks as I tapped it in
preparation for the caning.
Swish! Crack! The cane landed for the first time, leaving a red
stripe across the middle of her buttocks. Britney offered Charles no
resistance as he held her shoulders down.
“One, thank you, sir,” she said slowly. The shock of this almost
had me reeling. Never before had a girl, on her initial caning, said
such a thing,
Swish! Crack!
“Oohh! Two, thank you sir.” I hadn’t been hearing things and the
gasp was because I had deliberately made this stroke a bit harder. I’d
noticed that Britney had a mere landing strip of pubic hair. It was
extremely fine and the hairs short, stopping several millimetres above
the evident bud of her clitoris. I prepared the third stroke.
Swish! Crack! A stroke that cut into the lower third of her
buttocks – deliberately so as I was already starting to test the
resolve of this young lady. She excited me with her submissive
attitude and I determined quickly to test her fully.
“Ahhh, three thank you sir.” Her breathing was a little harsher
after that stroke, but she still didn’t react strongly.
Five strokes later she thanked me for number eight, and I stood
there for a moment watching the eighth red mark on her pale bottom
turn slowly darker as it would follow its predecessors to a purple
hue. She now had a matching set of lines that covered the lower half
of her upturned bottom.
I paused for a moment again after I delivered, and was calmly
thanked for, stroke number nine. I cast a glance round the room. The
three, knickers clad young women looked decidedly nervous as they
stood watching the caning. The others, seated, watched with a mixed
look of horror and bewilderment at was happening and, I am sure,
Britney’s reaction, or should I say, lack of reaction.
The tenth stroke swished through the air and impacted the
buttocks just below the top of the buttock cheeks.
“Arrrggghhhh! Ten, thank you sir.” Britney gasped louder and to
be fair, it was ruthless of me to cane her just where the flesh is so
close to the bone structure.
The caning continued as I striped the top half of her buttocks
another ten times, bringing her to twenty.
“Twenty, th...thank you sir,” she stuttered. Evidently the
intense burning in her bottom was beginning to break her resolve. If
she ever rebelled against what was going to be happening. I knew
already I would have to resort to strong punishment to bring her back
into line.
Swish, crack! The cane descended for the twenty first time.
Inevitably by now the cane was crossing over previous stripes, adding
a new intensity to the pain as Britney’s already bruised flesh
received further torture from the whip of the rod of wood in my hand.
“Ahhhh, twenty one, thank you sir,” she was trying to stay
controlled, but was right on the edge. As I stood there to one side I
noticed the faint, bet definite smell of something familiar – a woman
in a high state of arousal. I guessed that somehow what I was doing to
Britney was awakening some base instinct buried within her. If I was
right then by the auctions she was going to be a very good candidate
to fetch a high price.
“Ahhhhh, ooooohhhhh, twenty two, thank you sir,” she gasped. The
aroma was getting stronger and it continued to increase as I delivered
the next four strokes.
“Twenty six, thank you sir.” Britney said. I put the cane down
and went to examine her bottom closely. She was red, purple and even
blue in places where the welt marks had developed. I ran my hand
lightly over the welted flesh and this made Britney gasp. She gasped
again as my hand trailed inside her cheeks, seeking out her labia.
“You’re aroused, aren’t you?” I said as my hand touched the
wetness of her cunt.
“Yes, sir, I love being dominated.”
“I see.” My finger was teasing open her labia, ready for
penetration.
“And what happens when you are properly dominated.”
“I cum, sir,” she said, just like a naughty schoolgirl. Heck she
was barely out of school anyway.
