Rebecca's New Life

Part One: Becoming His Property

As the strange men gripped her firmly by the elbows, Rebecca knew she had made a terrible mistake. She could not see; there was a leather hood which had been tied down around her head. It had no slits for eyes, and the dark fabric was pressed up against her face. The only opening was for her mouth, allowing her to breathe.

Other than this, she wore nothing at all. Her heart danced madly as she was escorted into the darkness. She did not know where she was going though she had a good guess. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, shackles bound her legs together so that she couldn't move far or fast. She could feel the presence of the escorts, tough no-nonsense men who guided her forwards roughly with their hands.

The cold air brushed against her naked body, inspiring chills and visions of what was to come. Her body clinked with every step. Her bare feet slapped against the wooden floor. She was being led up. Up towards the auction block where her fate would be decided. Inside, she felt a bubbling mixture of terror, disbelief and a shameful undercurrent of anticipation.

Only a few hours ago, she'd been normal. She'd had friends, a life, ambitions and a future. She'd also had debts and that had been the start of the problem. Many people had debts, but Rebecca had a great deal of them.

Looking back, she should have realised things were getting bad but she hadn't seen it. Maybe didn't want to see it. Then, one day she was taken into a very serious room with a very serious man who worked for the bank and was told in no uncertain terms just how much money she really owed.

And that, as they said, was the end of that.

So she had come here. It wasn't the first place she'd thought of, but it was the only place she'd bothered to visit. She'd convinced herself that nowhere else would help. She hadn't expected to do much, to go this far. She'd just wanted to inquire, to step inside and ask a few questions.

Instead, she was being force-marched naked down a corridor!

It must have been the man she'd spoken to at the front desk. He was very persuasive, his words were like honey dripping into her ears. He knew just what to say, he was so very understanding. There was no judgement at all, and he was proud to say that he could help!

In retrospect, she probably should have looked into it further before signing the contract. She'd known what was being asked of her, but to know it and to actually live it? Those were different things.

As soon as the ink was dry, she was taken to the other side of the building. There, she was put into a cell. Guarded by two bored-looking men, and told to take off her clothes! Rebecca had no choice in the matter and had been forced to strip down, her face red and her hands trembling. The guards had not made it easy. They had commented on her body, on her breasts, asking how many men she'd fucked, how experienced she was, and where she liked to touch herself.

Once she was naked, they took away everything. Her clothes, her money, her phone. Even her glasses! She was left shivering and naked in the cell, cursing herself for signing the contract and wrestling with the sinking realisation that she had no one else to blame but herself for this latest stupidity.

In the present, she heard a door open and was shoved forward. She stumbled, the chains clinking as she caught herself. She was somewhere different now, and she strained her senses. She could hear soft murmuring and breathing. Many voices spoke in hushed whispers. The floor felt different under her bare feet. Was she on a stage?

The day had come then. All doubt was dispelled. She'd sold herself into slavery to escape her debts and now it was time for the auction.

She felt petrified. Turning this way and that, trying to find out where the audience was. She didn't know how many there were, but it sounded like dozens! Dozens of people all seeing her naked and in chains! She squirmed, feeling their eyes on her bare skin. They were probably looking at her like she was a piece of meat. Not a person but a thing, something to be possessed and used.

Someone pushed her roughly to her knees and someone else grabbed her legs. The shackles were roughly undone. Rebecca tried to yelp but made only a strangled gurgling sound around the plastic cock which had been forced into her mouth and anchored by the mask. The first person pressed down on her, forcing her to kneel while the second pulled her legs as far apart as they could. Rebecca didn't resist but felt every inch of humiliation as she was forced to expose herself to the crowd.

She felt cold metal cuffs close around her ankles, this time they were locked directly to the floor. Her muscles strained against them, but when it came to flesh against metal, metal always won. Her legs remained spread. Her arms were chained behind her back.

She had a dildo in her pussy. It felt hard and warm inside of her, teasing her body with each step that she had been forced to make. It was set to vibrate at random times, catching her off-guard and making her stumble or moan. A buttplug had also been inserted into her ass and together, the two of them spoke for part of the reason why she had been moving so slowly.

Both of them had been given to her back in the cell. One of the guards had rolled them through the bars, letting them come to rest at her feet.

"For your big day," he'd leered at her. "We figure it's better if slaves come out looking like they want whatever is coming to them. Nice and wet, you know. Not that that would be a problem for you."

Rebecca's face flushed red. Without her glasses, her long-distance vision was bad but she could still see with some effort. The dildo was hot pink, intended to catch the eye and flaunt its presence. The buttplug was rounded and black.

"I'd put them in if I were you," the guard said. "One way or the other, you're going out wearing them. Either you do it or we do it. And let's be honest, we'd probably have some fun with you while we got you all sorted out."

He leered again and she shivered, reaching for the toys. Shamefully, her pussy was already wet and she felt the guards' eager eyes on her as she pressed the tip between her legs. Rebecca bit her lower lips, trying not to moan as it sunk deeper and deeper into her.

The dildo was large and did not easily fit inside of her. She had to work at it, struggling and moaning. All the while she knew she was giving the guards a show they would remember. One of them took out a phone and recorded her!

She wondered if it was going to wind up online.

She wondered if her friends would find it and know what had happened to her.

After the dildo, there came the plug. Together, the two of them were a double penetration of unfeeling plastic that she felt with every step she took. Her body rumbled, and her nerves grew taut. Before she had a chance to try and collect herself, the cell was opened and she was masked and chained.

And now she was here. Her legs spread. Her pussy was wet, stuffed with a hot pink dildo that no one could possibly miss.

She would ask where she went wrong, but that was pretty damned obvious by now.

The sound of the audience was much louder now. She felt a sudden heat as spotlights swivelled to highlight her helpless body. Every inch of her was exposed, thrown into stark relief. Heat ran through her, and her pulse raced. There came a clicking sound next, and the chain which bound her arms was anchored to the ground.

Someone else - probably a man - took the metal lead which connected to her collar and bound it to the ground as well. He dragged it tight, forcing her to lower her head as if in shame. Her body was trembling. Disbelief, horror and desire all crashed against her mind.

Still, no one spoke. That was the strangest thing. She'd braced herself for mockery, catcalls, names and insults. There was none of that. Just whispered conversation, the sound of breathing. The tense, notched anticipation ran through her body like static.

Someone pulled the dildo out of her pussy. The brush of their hand against her womanhood sent a shockwave flashing through her, and the feeling of the toy being pulled free made her legs shake and hips buck. It hit the ground, lying beside her and Rebecca's pussy was now on full display.

It was time for the inspection.

She lost track of time quickly. Chained to the ground with her head bowed and her legs spread, Rebecca was forced to endure inspection by the prospective clients. The men and women who fancied themselves her new owners.

Each time one approached, she would know by the creaking wood. The scent of their body, of perfume or cologne. She'd know by the sense of closeness long before they ever touched her. Luckily, they weren't allowed to do much. This was an auction, not an orgy. But Rebecca was forced to endure probing hands and fingers as they tested the quality of the merchandise on offer. Each touch was like a small jolt. She could not see where to brace herself, or when it was coming. All she could do was sit and endure, feeling the burning shame as total strangers filed by to grope and feel her up.

It was a strange mixture, many of them were interested in her body but not in the way she had expected. She felt hands stroking along her legs, probing her abdomen as if she was a farm animal. Someone traced the outline of her arms, feeling her tendons and muscles. It was oddly intimate, the strangers wanted to know everything about her. With their hands and fingers, they were stripping away each layer of privacy and dignity. They felt her arms and legs and followed the curve of her thighs. Someone kneaded her calves as if trying to figure out how much muscle she had there. Someone else was rubbing her shoulders with an almost sensual intent.

Mostly though, it was obvious what they were interested in. A slave had only one purpose, after all. Probing fingers pressed against her breasts. Her nipples were plucked and teased, toyed with until they were stiff and hard. She was measured, hands clasped her chest and rated her tits. Someone spread the cheeks of her behind and pulled out the plug, exploring her ass with their fingers in a way which made her gasp and try not to moan.

Before long, she was breathing hard. Her body endured this assault of stimulation, unknown hands from unknown people which descended upon her from the darkness.

Her pussy was a favourite target. Fingers brushed against her outer lips, someone laughed as she trembled. She was soaking down there, and someone else pressed their fingers against her labia, forcing them to spread open. She had never felt so humiliated or turned on.

Her vulva was outlined by probing fingers. She heard a click as someone took a photo of her with her pussy spread. Her cheeks burned red with shame, though none could see it through the hood.

She moaned past the gag at the first penetration. A finger was pressed between her lower lips, sinking into her body and forcing her to feel the pleasure of its exploration. At first, they seemed to be curious but soon enough it was obviously just to make her moan and twitch. They moved back and forth laughing as the feeling forced her hips to grind against them in silent desperation. Her clit burned, a fiery red point in her mind. When someone finally found it, her whole body convulsed. More laughter followed, like a slap in the face.

Rebecca could say nothing through the plastic cock in her mouth. Her hands were chained to the ground behind her back and could not try to shield her dignity. She was forced to sit and endure as person after person trumped past, Each one had their private little torment, an indignity that they wanted to inflict. There were so many people that she eventually learned to differentiate by how they touched her. One was soft and gentle, another cold and harsh. One person took great delight in pinching her and making her jump. Another twisted her nipple until she hissed. One stranger focused on teasing her clit, their finger circling it again and again, coming closer each time as she bathed in dreaded anticipation. The coiling sense of inevitability made her wiggle with each near miss, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.

They never actually gave her the payoff. They strung her along, letting her needs build and build. Her clit burned for attention, and then just when she felt as if they were about to give her what she needed, they simply moved away and left her hanging!

Rebecca didn't know how long it went on. She had no way to keep track of time. She was touched and prodded, fingers forced into her pussy. Her breasts groped and teased. Her breathing became faster, her senses stretched to the limit. Pleasure crashed against her mental barriers and her body strained to reach a climax. Was she going to cum here? In front of so many people? Please no! She braced herself, tried to resist. But each person pushed her further and further, stretching her to her very limit.

As if in answer to her final prayer, the last of the people finally seemed to pull away. She was left panting and dripping, but she had not cum. She'd done it, she had preserved at least some dignity.

Then, just as she rejoiced in her minor victory, someone took hold of the pink dildo that was lying before her and pressed it back into her pussy. They were rough, but after such a long time of being slowly pushed to the very edge, that roughness was exactly what her body needed to set it off. She threw her head back, her body writhed, someone laughed and she could feel the heat rising to her face.

Before many of them could catch on, it was over. Rebecca was in a dazed state. She'd just been pinned onto a stage, used by strangers and climaxed from it. Surely, it shouldn't have felt that good?

But before she could make sense of it, the auction finally started.

She sat in silence as the bidding war raged. Men and women offered more money than she had ever known just for the chance to own her and her body. Under her mask, her face was burning red. The orgasm and the pleasure it brought her made her question everything. Beyond this, she was starting to realise what sort of new life she would have.

She would be the toy of some man or woman rich enough to buy her here. No longer a person but a thing to be used. To be punished, to be taught and moulded. She would be made to cum again and again, her body no longer her own.

Her heart raced, even the smallest sounds made her jump or squirm. The dildo in her pussy and the plug in her ass made her uncomfortable but the chains did not allow her to shift position. She was pinned out for easy viewing, her comfort mattered not at all.

After what seemed like forever, someone gripped her and undid the chains, pulling her to her feet. Their hands were cold and rough against her bare skin, and she found herself being marched away from the stage.

She had been bought. Legally, she was no longer a person now. She was property until such a time as her debt was paid and her master chose to release her. She staggered as the unseen person pushed her forward, to a new room and a new fate.

"You looked good out on that stage" the escort hissed at her. "All flustered and embarrassed and trying not to cum. But you did cum, didn't you? A slut like you, how could you not? Well, you'd better get used to it because from now on you'll be cumming a lot. I know who bought you and you're going to have a very fun future indeed."

Rebecca squirmed as the unseen man traced their fingers across her chest, spreading their hand over her right breast.

"It's almost a pity you got bought so fast, I would have loved to have more time with you. Or see you sold at a public auction. That would have been fun."

His fingers pressed between her legs and she had to struggle to keep walking. Her pussy throbbed with stimulation, the dildo still inserted and her stride crippled by the shackles around her ankles.

"If you think the things they did to you today were a lot, I would have loved to see your cute little face when they sold you in public. You would have been cumming on stage like a slut. I would have paid to see it."

Before the man could go much further, they arrived. She heard a door open and she was pushed inside a new room. She stumbled a little, her chains clinking. Before she could try to orient herself, Rebecca felt the man's hand on the back of her knee. With steady pressure, she was forced to bend over and extend her arms. As soon as she did, she felt something heavy and wooden lock around her throat.

She pulled back in a panic, but the wooden thing would not release her! It closed around her neck and her arms, binding them in place and locking her in an uncomfortable pose. She fought against it but quickly found that there was no way to escape.

The man reached out and pulled off her hood. She gulped greedily, drinking in the fresh air for the first time since she'd left her cell. Without her glasses, much of the room around her was a blur. It was dark and there was little to see.

The guard shot one last lingering look at her and her naked before turning to leave. Rebecca was alone with the silence and with her own thoughts. Her heart hammered, racing in her chest. Her blood pulsed.

She was being held by a set of wooden stocks. They were firm and polished, weighted near the base so that she could not knock them over. She pulled and tugged a few more times but without much hope of success. Indeed, she did not make any progress.

She was going to have to wait for her master.

''Master'' The word sent tingles racing along her spine. A wave of heat flashed through her body, and she did not know whether that was good or bad.

She'd always known that slavery was legal, of course. It had been for a dozen years by now. She'd watched the slaves on TV, women mostly, and remembered thinking that she would never be in their place.

Now she was and she didn't feel nearly so smug as she had then.

Someone owned her. She was property. Legally speaking, she still had some rights but not as many as she'd had before. Fluttering fingers of panic brushed against her spine with tiny, electrical flourishes. She tried to put the thought aside but she just kept coming back to her. Her master. Who would they be? What would they want her to do and what would they do to her in turn? They could not hurt her permanently or harm her in a way that wasn't allowed by the slave contract she had signed.

What had she signed? What were the exact words? Why couldn't she seem to remember the exact words? It was like she had intentionally avoided seeing them, but why would she ever do that?

The door opened again. The sound echoed in the empty room, making her breath catch in her throat. With her head stuck, she couldn't turn to see them but she heard their approach. Their footsteps echoed. Slow and purposeful. Was it another guard? Somehow, she doubted that.

She could not speak. The cock-shaped gag was still wedged between her lips. But even if she could have, she wouldn't have said a word. The silence was taut and tense, the gentle motion of the steps moved closer and closer, and Rebecca waited. For salvation? For damnation? Maybe the two were one and the same now.

Someone brought a ringing slap down against her rear! Rebecca bucked and cried, the pain washed through her body in a wave of stinging heat! The person slapped her again, and this time the impact radiated through her, making her legs shake and her chest jiggle. A low cry escaped from her gagged mouth. This seemed to satisfy the unknown stranger, for they did not strike her again. Instead, their fingers curled around the rim of the dildo. Rebecca's eyes fluttered where they brushed her skin. Her legs trembled, feeling the toy being pulled clear of her body. It hit the floor at her feet, and she knew that her new owner was now examining her pussy up close. Fingers pressed into it, examining her and pushing against her folds. She tried not to moan but after everything that had happened to it, her pussy was very sensitive and even the smallest touch sent bolts of pleasure racing through her.