Tessa Valmur - Bought and Sold

'Time for your enema, darling. You just lie there and relax.'

'Nnnnhh...'

The gag muffled her objection, which provoked a titter of amusement from the two young girls as they set to work on her bound and helpless body. Coconut oil was poured liberally by one girl between her buttocks, while the other worked it into her rectum. When the girls taunted her, showing her the thickness of the rubber hose they had, Zoe struggled but achieved nothing more than to exhaust herself and make her wrists and ankles ache.

'Get on with it,' the man growled. 'Stick it in her; lets see her squirm.'

The man moved to the head the of the bench and stood, his arms folded before him watching her, a leering grin on his sweaty, stubbled face as Zoe felt the rubber tube being inserted into her rectum. Her writhing, head shaking and swearing into the gag amused the man and to spare herself having to watch his enjoyment at her suffering, Zoe screwed her eyes shut.

After suffering the enema Zoe was too dazed and exhausted from her struggling to put up any more of a fight as she was unstrapped from the bench and turned onto her back. Humiliatingly she couldn't prevent her body from expelling the warm soapy water, but then the weight and clasp were removed from her clitoris and gazing down Zoe saw that her little erection of flesh had been stretched to nearly twice its natural length.

'An excellent result. Okay, get her secure, we've got more to do.'

This time as well as tightening straps to her wrist and anklecuffs a broad belt was strapped across her chest below her breasts and another just above. The tightness of the belts made it hard to breathe other than shallowly and Zoe felt a rising tide of panic as she remembered Delgardo having said something to Auda about making her nipples stay erect. She looked imploringly at the man as he stood over her, now holding a pair of tweezers.

'Just relax you dumb bitch, we're not going to do anything to hurt you. The boss just wants you looking your best, so those tits of yours are going to get some special treatment.'

Zoe felt one of the man's hands caress her breast, feeling its weight before slipping a belt around it which was then progressively tightened until her breast was held tightly and drawn up into a firm cone of flesh. A second belt was used to similar effect on her other breast.

'Okay, girls, get her nipples hard.'

From each side of the bench the two young girls bent over her strapped down body and their moist lips closed over her breasts, their tongues licking and coaxing her nipples until they were fully erect. Tweezers were then used to catch hold of one nipple and keep it taut while an all-but invisible thread was looped repeatedly around her nipple and drawn tight. The loose ends were then cut and the belt around the breast removed.

'Looks good. Let's do her other one.'

A short time later and Zoe, still gagged, her hands bound behind her back, was led to Delgardo's room. The man was stood under a shower as they entered.

'You're late! One of you go and make sure my breakfast is ready. Maria, you can stay. Has she been washed yet this morning?'

'No signor, but we have done everything else.'

'Well, that's something at least. Let's have a look at her.'

Delgardo stepped out from under the shower without bothering to switch the water off and crossed the room to where the girl and Zoe stood. Without any hesitation or preamble he caught hold of Zoe's right breast and lifted it so he could examine her. Instinctively Zoe flinched and immediately regretted it.

'Stand still slave!' the girl ordered, grabbing Zoe's hair with one hand and with her other slapping Zoe hard across her buttocks.

'You do as signor Delgardo tell you!' she scolded.

'Her nipples look good now. Good and hard. Just how the buyers like them. An eager looking body is always pleasing to the eye. And if you're not eager to get yourself fucked and whipped all the time, then we can make you look eager, can't we?'

Delgardo dug the fingers of one hand into Zoe's rump to stop her from shying from his exploration of her body as his other hand dug deep up into her sex.

'A very pretty little pussy. Just crying out again for another good shafting. Well my dear girl, you may as well get used to it. Untie her hands.'

A moment later and Zoe was nursing her sore wrists from where the rope had burnt her. Delgardo looked down at her wrists and anger flared in his eyes.

'Which idiot used rope on her! I said cuffs! I don't want her marked, damn it!'

'Signor Delgardo, sir, it was Alfonso, he used rope signor,' the servant girl stammered nervously.

'Did he? Right, I'll deal with him later.'

The man turned his attention back to Zoe. His cock was semi-flaccid and he stood dripping water close in front of her, smiling maliciously. Zoe knew what he was going to do and her heart was hammering.

'Go on, English girl, bend over and grasp your ankles. Maria, keep a good hold of her hair so she doesn't fall over,' the man ordered.

Reluctantly Zoe did as she was ordered.

'Come on, legs wider apart.'

A hand struck her stingingly on one buttock and then on the other. Zoe spread her legs wider, grasping her ankles as instructed. The man's hands settled over her arse and she felt his cock quickly find the opening of her sex and push inside her. Zoe grunted with pleasure as she felt the cock filling her.

'Feels good doesn't it?' the man laughed.

Of course, gagged she couldn't answer, which was perhaps as well, Zoe reflected. The truth was that it always felt good, even in circumstances like this.

'What a pleasant way to start the day. Tight little bitch aren't you... nice and tight and so wet!'

Zoe sighed through the gag as the man used her compliant body with increased urgency and energy. As soon as he came he withdrew his cock and stepped back. His body was shiny with perspiration and he stood recovering his breath as he watched her.

'I think I'd better have another shower. You can shower with me and wash me. Maria, wait by the door just in case she's dumb enough to try to make a run for it. Though somehow I don't think you're that stupid or that reluctant are you?'

After being made to share the shower with Delgardo and washing him and herself with soap, the man gave her shampoo and told her to wash her hair. She was then ordered to lie down on the bed and Maria proceeded to massage coconut oil over her, not missing an inch of her body. By the time she had been oiled from her toes up to her neck, she felt incredibly drowsy. She caught snatches of conversation in Spanish, which she could understand since it was her mother's native language. Delgardo was ordering the girl to watch her but to let her sleep. She was to be kept under watch in this room now until the slaves underwent final preparations for the auction. Zoe lifted her head as the door opened then closed. The man was gone and the girl had now settled herself down on the floor before the door to keep a guard over her. Well, there's nothing I can do. Even if I got past her, I haven't got a hope in hell of escaping from this place, thought Zoe. She turned onto her chest and drew one arm up around her head and closed her eyes.

A dozen men and a handful of women had gathered in the gallery that overlooked the auction hall where the slaves were to be displayed and sold. Delgardo stood talking with a smartly suited elderly man and a middle-aged woman, immaculate in a Chanel skirt and blazer, though her expensive cotton blouse already clung to her body from perspiration. Even with the skylight windows opened wide it was stifling hot. The large fans, slowly revolving, seemed to only stir up the hot air. Delgardo had served chilled champagne to each of his visitors but the fine vintage Bollinger, stolen from a luxury yacht sailing down the coast that his men had boarded, was warm before more than a few sips had been enjoyed.