J Watson - Chained women

Boss leaned back in his chair and watched the eyes of the buyers. The buyers were men and women from all over the world and it did little good to look at the faces. But the eyes gave them away. There would be a flicker of interest at times, and he would know how to start the bidding.

Boss would raise one eyebrow at the announcer and the announcer would know what he wanted.

The first girl came on. She was a little more slender than most of the buyers liked. She was a redhead and she had good bone structure. She would make a fine model for she had the classic looks.

But there was little interest among the buyers. There were plenty of the classic model types around. They wanted someone different to take back to their owners and bosses.

Boss nodded at the announcer.

"This one will go for just five hundred dollars," the announcer said. "Five hundred will start the bidding."

One elderly gentleman raised his hand.

"Five hundred it is. Five hundred to the gentleman in gray! Five hundred for this petite body with such fine proud looks and such a classical face. And her ass! Ahh, gentlemen, if you had her on your bed with your hard cock going in… surely that experience is worth more than five hundred. So do we have six hundred?"

The bidding went on like that for a while until the girl was worth a thousand. The elderly gentleman raised his head at a thousand-five and Boss nodded his head to close the bidding. The elderly gentleman took the redhead home.

The second girl was very young looking but her body was mature. The bidding started at two thousand and it went up quickly. A man who owned a whorehouse chain purchased her for seven thousand. Boss knew the man would work seven thousand out of her ass.

Boss closed the bidding. Some of the buyers grumbled. They wanted more, but Boss had no more merchandise in stock. Another raffle was set for four months later. By that time Boss would have a complete new line of girls.

The men left. Boss walked to the rear where the two girls were getting ready. Both of them would be called for in the morning. They would have a good night's sleep and be refreshed for the morning. But first Boss had other ideas.

He dismissed the guard at the door and stepped into the girls' room. There were two dozen beds against the wall, but only two were occupied. Both girls looked up at him sleepily as he entered.

"Stand up," he commanded.

They stood quickly. They were dressed in shortie blue nightgowns so that they resembled each other somewhat. The nightgowns barely touched the white flesh of their thighs. Underneath the gowns they wore blue panties.

"Are you ready to leave in the morning?" he asked.

"Yes sir," the classic model type said. "We have our bags packed and ready."

"Do you know who bought you?"

"No," they both said at once.

Boss smiled. He was enjoying himself. "You," he said, pointing to the tall, classic-looking girl, "have been purchased by an elderly gentleman. I suppose that he'll be easy on you and not beat you much."

"And me, sir?" the innocent-looking girl said. "Who bought me?"

"A whore master," Boss said. "A man with a stern hand. You're young. You should bring him two or three good years before he puts you out on the street. It'll be good for a while."

She trembled and a tear came to her eye. "I'm to be a whore?" she said. "Yes. And you'll be a good one. A whore trained by the Cross brothers is an extraordinary whore."

She could not control her tears. They poured from her eyes as she fell against her bed.

Boss felt a deep rage build up in him. His girls were not supposed to cry. They were supposed to do what they were told and when they were told.

He took off his belt. The classic-looking woman saw him and she stepped back.

"Bitch," he said. "Quit your crying or I'll have to whip you. You know better."

"I can't be a whore," she said. "Please don't make me do something like that."

Boss slapped her with the palm of his hand. He left a red mark across her cheek. She tried to block her face with her hands but he slapped her again and again.

He turned her over and brought the belt whistling hard against her backside. She screamed in pain. He hit her again and it brought another scream.

"Stop!" the girl begged. "I'll do what you want! I'll do it! But don't hit me again!"

He drew back. He didn't really want to whip her for he didn't want to mark her.

"You'll do anything?" he said.

"Yes," she said. "Oh yes."

"Good," he said, looking up at the classic girl. "Then I'm in the mood for a show."

The older woman knew what he meant immediately. She seemed to frown at the younger girl and then she pulled her nightgown off. She had good tits. He had not really known how firm they were until she was naked. Maybe he should have made her undress on the auction table. She might have brought a better price. He shook his head at the thought. No. Naked women only caused trouble when there were that many men.

Boss sat down on the edge of one of the beds and crossed his legs. The older woman approached the younger. She bent down and kissed her ear.

The younger girl looked puzzled. Then it began to dawn on her what Boss wanted. She looked like she was getting sick, but she controlled herself. With great courage she stood up and pulled her own nightgown off. Her pale-white tits were much better than the older woman's. She arched her back like she was proud of them but Boss knew it was only a reflex action of fear.

The older woman bent her head and captured one of the young girl's nipples in her mouth. She sucked on it a moment before she let it go. The young girl's nipples had grown hard immediately.

The older woman looked at Boss. "Do you want us on the bed?"

"Of course," Boss said.

The older woman pushed the younger so that she fell back on the bed. The older woman worked like she had experience. She fell across the younger woman's body and began to kiss her full on the mouth.

Boss wondered what her sharp tongue would feel like slipping into his own mouth and he became aware of a bulge growing between his legs.

The younger woman had once been called Betsy. It seemed so long ago. She had been a teacher in a grammar school. Donald and Adam Cross had kidnapped her from the school one day when she was working late. She didn't mind the sex. She hated the beatings and she was more than willing to have sex.

But this was different. She hadn't been forced to make love to a woman while she had been at the Cross'! Now, with Boss looking on, this woman was giving her new experiences and she wasn't sure that she liked them.

The older woman ran her tongue down Betsy's cheek and touched at the hollow of her throat. The tongue went farther down. A low moan escaped Betsy's throat as the mouth closed around one of her nipples. The older woman's experienced tongue began to caress her as the lips sucked.

"Oh God," Betsy said softly.

"Beginning to feel good?" Boss asked.

"Oh yes," Betsy said. "Oh yes!"

The older woman moved to Betsy's other tit. She sucked a lot of the creamy flesh into her throat and Betsy closed her eyes. It no longer mattered that it was a woman. Delicious sensations were traveling up her spine.

"Suck me," Betsy urged. "Oh yes, suck me good!"

The older woman remained like that for a moment and then her tongue began to move again. Betsy's stomach muscles quivered as the tongue slid down. Down to her panties.

The older woman began to kiss her through her panties. She could do things to Betsy that had never been done before. The tongue slipped under the corner of Betsy's panties and began to caress her pussy.

"God!" Betsy said. "That feels so good!" The woman drew back.

"Take off your panties."

Betsy quickly lifted her hips as the woman's hands tugged her panties down. She heard the quick intake of breath from Boss as he stared at her pussy. She looked at him.