Chapter 2
The plane skidded to a stop and with a slight feeling of nausea Claudie got ready to land.
"It's been nice having you. Aboard, I mean." Larry was in no mood to be polite. He was still rubbing a nasty looking bruise on his forehead, and thinking that a little discipline would do the bitch good.
"Well good-by," Mac said. He was almost looking sorry. "No hard feelings, I hope. Just doing my job."
Claudie gave them one last appealing look as she left the plane. It was too late. Already a fat young man with greasy black hair was counting out a roll of bills into Mac's outstretched hand. "I'm still worth something," she thought. "That fifteen hundred should be mine for what I gave them."
"A minute later the greasy-haired man was beside her.
"Hold out your hands," he said. She did so automatically. When she tried to pull them away it was too late. She was bound again, and her new owner was holding on to the other end of the rope.
A short distance away they stopped and entered a barn-like building. Claudie's bonds were removed and the man left. When her eyes became accustomed to the darkness she started to look around.
There were girls all over the place. There must have been about forty, she thought. Most of them were lying quietly in whatever corner they could find. No one was talking. They all seemed too miserable for that.
Claudie tip-toed up to the nearest girl. The silence was strange and she didn't want to make a sound.
The girl had long dark curling hair, and startling blue eyes. Even in her fear Claudie realized how beautiful she was. She was also dressed in a toga, like everyone else in the room, but the flow of the thin white material was very revealing, and it clung lovingly to all parts of her body.
"Hello. My name's Claudie." She realized how ridiculous the formal introduction sounded, but what else could she say. "Mine's Rachel," the dark-haired beauty said. "Did you just get here?"
"Yes. Just minutes ago. What is this place? What's going to happen to us?" A note of desperation was creeping into her voice.
"We've been bought, and in a little while we'll be auctioned off. It's hard to believe, isn't it."
"But don't they realize people will look for us. You can't just disappear and have the world forget you."
Rachel looked up at her. "I just got divorced. Every one thinks I'm so broken up that I had to leave the city. I told everyone I was going to Europe for a while. It will be months anyway before they miss me."
Just then six guards came in.
"Get up, slaves," one of them said. He was a big burly man in his thirties. "Start walking out. Two by two." The gold loops in his ears jingled as they left.
A mob of people surrounded them as they stepped out into the sunlight. Claudie could see that they were approaching a high wooden platform.
Carriages overflowing with beautifully dressed men and women were arriving from all directions. The line of young girls was the center of attention.
Two girls went before her so Claudie saw how it was done. The first girl was lifted to the platform, and gazed around in confusion.
"What am I bid, ladies and gentlemen, men and women of Rome. This pretty little piece of ass, this fine dripping pussy, is up for sale. What am I offered."
The first two went fast, and the greasy-haired man who had first bought them looked very happy. He was making a lot of money. Then it was Claudie's turn.
Two strong hands lifted her onto the platform. A murmur of admiration and approval went out from the crowd.
"What am I bid," the auctioneer began. Someone in the crowd called out, "She's bruised. Look at her face. How do we know the rest of her hasn't been hurt. Take off the toga."
"Of course, of course," the auctioneer said. "You have a right to see the merchandise before you buy it. But it will cost. I want at least three thousand for this one."
"No. Go away. You're all crazy," Claudie screamed in terror. The crowd laughed.
"Don't touch me. Oh God." A second later hands were firmly grasping her clothes, and with a tug they were off.
A gasp went up from the crowd. Her copper hair shone startling against her marble-white skin. Her breasts heaved, and the perky red nipples looked hard and hungry. Her most beautiful feature, her long white legs, were exposed to the lustful eyes of hundreds of people. The auctioneer prodded them apart and pointed out the soft thighs and delicate ankles as though the crowd couldn' see for themselves. Claudie tried to cover herself, but her hands were grabbed and everyone was given a chance to admire her downy cunt still a little damp from it's last exercise. Then she was turned around and her soft round bottom was presented to gaping viewers. Claudie blushed as she remembered Larry and thought of his bulging prick plunged up her asshole. It seemed like everyone could see, could tell, just what had happened.
"Three thousand," a voice called out. And the bidding began.
It took what seemed to Claudie hours, and then she was being led away. Forty-five hundred dollars was paid for her. That was a record.
Claudie found herself being pushed into a carriage by a huge Negro guard. By this time she was so confused that nothing seemed real. Her captor gave an order to the man who was driving, and when she heard his voice she looked up for the first time since she had been led off the auction block.
His voice was so soft and high-pitched that at first she thought it must be a girl who was speaking. But the man was six foot four and black as ebony. There was no doubt about his sex. His face was so strange though. Soft moist dark eyes, and full sensuous lips contradicted the general look of sleepiness, and his body seemed soft and flabby. It was strange. He reminded her of something she had read about. That was it. He was a eunuch.
It was just one more horror after a day of horrors. It didn't matter. Nothing did. And then Rachel was pushed into the carriage next to her.
It was so good to see a friendly face that the two girls just hugged one another. At this the eunuch began to laugh.
"Strange tastes for one so new in this place," he giggled. "Go slow girls or the mistress will keep you for herself. Your new master's a jealous man. Maybe I should tell him. Two little lesbians in master's harem? You're about to get broken in, slaves."
Claudie burst into tears. This was too much. Her sobs shook her naked body, and Rachel hugged her and tried to comfort her. All she could think about were some words she had once heard, "naked I came into the world."
"And naked I'll be until I die," she thought.
The carriage started to move then, and Claudie's tears lessened as she looked out the window in curiosity. It seemed like they were on a mountain. She could see some small cliffs on either side, and much of the land sloped downhill. They passed several large whitewashed houses and finally pulled up at one of the biggest.
"Out now, girls. Be seeing you later," the eunuch said, and he gave each girl a playful squeeze on their rump.
An old woman came out the front door and ushered the two shivering and hungry girls into a large room. The room had about ten beds in it and each bed was surrounded by drapes of white material.
"You," the old hag said, pointing at Rachel, "undress. The other one come with me."
Rachel and Claudie gave each other terrified looks as they were separated, and it was then that Claudie realized how much she had grown to like the dark-haired girl.
"Take a fast bath, and go lie down on that bed," the old woman said sharply. Claudie did as she was told, thinking that perhaps they were going to let her rest.
Lying there with the curtains drawn around her, she had just started to drift off when she heard several pairs of footsteps approaching.
She sat up sharply when the drapes were pushed open.
"Afternoon my dear," said a cheerful voice. "I'm the doctor. Now just lie back and everything will be just fine."
A doctor. It sounded so reassuring. Claudie just lay back and her long white body sunk into the mattress. Then she heard a sound and saw two metal stirrups descending from the ceiling, one on either side of each knee. All she thought was, "here we go again."
"Now this isn't going to hurt a bit," the same cheery man dressed in white said. Someone snickered, and Claudie realized that she was surrounded by at least eight people, three of them women, and all of them had the same hungry look on their faces.
"I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me, really," she started saying as her smooth strong legs were lifted into the traps on either side. "Let me up. Please, you've got to. Oooh. Stop it."
"Now, now, dear, just hold still a minute and stop that thrashing or we'll have to tie you down. It's just a routine check you know. Nothing to get excited about. Hee hee." The young nurse who said this smiled tenderly at Claudie's frightened upturned face.
"Better tie her down, anyway. You know we'll have to later on anyway," the doctor said. At these words, two pairs of hands firmly pushed Claudie's shoulders down on the bed and a rope was tied to either hand and under the bed.
"You look so pretty dear. Such a lovely body," the nurse said as she began to bite Claudie's rosy nipples.
"Nothing wrong with them, huh Lissa," laughed one of the young men in white. "But let's get down to business."
"Are the instruments ready? Good," and the doctor reached out and grabbed something.
Something cold and hard was at the mouth of Claudie's cunt. It was stretching and stretching the tender wet walls.
"You're hurting me. Stop. Stop it. You're ripping me apart," she screamed.
"Now, now dear. Nothing to get upset about. We just want to see how tight you are. It's important, you know. Your master likes his girls small. We have to see if you meet the qualifications. How would we know if it didn't hurt a little. Your friend is taking it much better." With these words of encouragement the friendly and thorough doctor bent down and plunged three happy fingers all the way up Claudie's open and sopping pussy hole.
Claudie shrieked and strained at her bonds. The rope cut into her wrists and her rounded white belly rose into the air and heaved with her effort to break free. Then it started to feel good, and as the doctor played with her cunt Claudie began to slowly rotate her hips and moan.
"Oooh, Oooh," she groaned, "I'm going to come. Please stop it. Don't stop it." One of the young doctors bent down and kissed her long and hard on the lips. Against her will she found herself responding and their tongues fought and plunged until the man had to come up for air. Two different people were busy fondling and sucking on her hard eager nipples, and when the doctor bent to kiss her again it was too much and she felt her whole body go limp as she gasped her pleasure into his waiting mouth and her cunt dripped it's luscious juices onto the cheerful doctor's fingers.
As her final pleasure spasms died away she relaxed into exhaustion. But it wasn't over. Her delightful orgasm and the lovely mold of her strong white body had been too much for the doctor. Poking his fingers up her cunt hadn't been enough. He wanted his red and waiting prick to have a taste of the action. With the metal instrument removed and his fingers playing with the copper colored hair on her mound, he slipped his cock all the way up into her wet, dripping pussy.
"Looks like a sword in a sheath, doc. Somehow you don't look the same with your pants off. Less professional," laughed one of his assistants.
"She's moving again. This bitch is really hot. It looks like she hasn't had a good fuck in years." Even the nurse had to get in on the conversation. This was the best piece of ass they had seen around in a long time, and they had seen plenty.
"What's the matter with me," Claudie was thinking to herself. "Here I am raped, bound, and even in pain, and I'm actually enjoying. I'm so humiliated. There's no one as bad as me in the whole world."
As if reading her thoughts, one of the nurses pulled the curtains aside. While the doctor was humping away at her cunt she was given a view of the same thing happening, only it was happening to Rachel.
The two girls caught each other's eye at the exact same instant, and both blushed crimson. The worst of it was that despite her embarrassment, Claudie couldn't stop her moans of pleasure, and her hips and buttocks seemed to be moving by themselves. She looked again at Rachel and the sight of her friend's magnificent body going through the same grindings and thrusts as her own made her so hot that her thrashings increased and her ass just about shook with the wild rotations.
"Hold on Doc. It looks like a rough ride," someone said. "If you need any help you'll find me a good assistant."
"No help needed now," the doctor grunted. "This ride is coming to a speedy end. Uhh, Ughh. I'm spurting, now, Great God, I'm coming all over the place."
"Deeper, deeper," Claudie screamed, not wanting to miss one moment of this new, strange pleasure. "Is it over now," she murmured when his pushings had stopped.
"Yes dear, it's all over now. It wasn't so bad was it? And now we know for sure that you're a very healthy specimen," the doctor said in a sweet satisfied voice.
"What's the matter with me?" Claudie wanted to die. She hadn't just enjoyed it, no, that would have been bad enough, but she had asked for more. Her words went through her head, and she began to weep with shame.
"Give her a tranquilizer, doc. Looks like you were too much for the little lady," a nurse said. Claudie thought she heard sympathy in the woman's voice. But it couldn't be. That was the same woman who, just minutes ago, had been biting and nibbling so deliciously on her tits.
"Okay, you, roll over."
Claudie couldn't move. She just didn't believe what was happening. It couldn't be real. But it was. All of this horror was happening to her.
A sharp sting in her ass brought her back to her senses. What looked like a young intern, the kind you could find in any hospital, was pulling a long hypodermic out of her left cheek. It made her ass sting painfully and she cried out. The young doctor bent over and carefully licked the little red spot that marked the place of the needle's entry.
"Feel better. It's very sanitary, you know. Well you'll be sleeping in a little while. Any thing I can get for you before I go? I've got to give a shot to that friends of yours, you know. Nice looking girl but I like 'em blond like you better. She's pretty shook up. Asked how you were though."
"Tell her I'm just fine," Claudie said, laughing cynically. "What's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this anyway?"
Minutes later she was sound asleep. In her dreams her mind went over the day's experiences. She was lucky she couldn't remember them. But when she woke up her cunt was wet and the name of her boss, Stephen Wolff, was on her lips.