Molly's Life Continues - Pt 1

Marcus sat in his chair beside the window, watching as Molly and Tricia performed their regular bitching duties. Presently Gustav was having a good go at Tricia, and King, who had quickly decided that Molly was his bitch, was wildly pounding into her. The scene was very invigorating, especially where Marcus' cock was concerned. It always made him hard to watch Molly treated like a lowly animal to mate with by the dogs, and it pleased him to know that she clearly understood that the dogs... all of them... were above her in the hierarchy of power in this household. If at any time he were to tell her to service all six of them on her own, she would not shirk her duty. In fact, there was really nothing about his slave that displeased him.

He sighed and looked down at the invitation he held, and gently tapped it against his other hand. No one could ever replace Molly as his slave, he knew that. Could anyone ever replace him as her master?

The invitation in question was to a slave auction that was going to be held by one of his friends. Several others had hosted auctions such as these and the idea seemed to go over pretty well. Any master on the invitation list was welcome to offer up any one of his slaves for auction, to be bid on and purchased by anyone else on the invitation list. The auction was real, but the sale was temporary. After the term of the sale was completed... in this case extending from the end of the morning auction 'til sundown the following day... ownership of the slave reverted to her original master. The master offering her for sale was allowed to impose certain conditions on the sale of his slave, but anything outside those limits was considered fair game. The slave was the total property of her new master for the duration of the contract. Nothing the slave, or her master could do, after the sale was made final, could change what the new master did with her.

Marcus glanced at Molly once again. Should he accept the invitation? He was always on the look out for new experiences for his slave, and since she had never lived through an auction this would definitely be one. She would also get the chance to see what it was like to be owned by someone else, someone who might not think like her own master, or treat her in the same way. This could be a good thing, unless of course she was purchased by the likes of Stan Green!

Marcus shivered. Primary in his mind was his concern for Molly's safety. He knew that if he announced he was putting her up for auction she would follow his orders without question, but would she be safe? He knew he could trust her completely to do as any master would command, but could he trust the other masters? He could not guarantee who would purchase her, but he could put stringent conditions on the sale.

Rob took a moment away from watching the girls with the dogs and glanced at his silent companion. He had opted not to auction Tricia, because she was still quite inexperienced, and she had already felt what it was like to kneel on the auction block, even though she had never made it into the bidding. Molly, on the other hand, had been heard to discuss this with her and both Rob and Marcus knew she held certain curiosities about what it felt like to be auctioned off like a piece of property. Being relinquished to a non-human status, that of pet or property, seemed to be a humiliation that Molly thrived on.

Since Marcus had no intention of ever letting her go, this was perhaps the only chance she had of learning first hand what it felt like to be sold like livestock or furniture. Rob thought it was an exciting prospect indeed, but knew too that Molly's safety would depend on who bought her. He also knew that above anything else, Molly's safety was always Marcus' prime concern.

Marcus glanced sideways and smiled. "I think," he said, ponderously. "that if I set the correct limitations on the sale, this might be able to work."

Rob let out his breath, that he hadn't realized he'd even been holding, and looked towards Molly, who was now being hammered by the powerful cock of Brutus. "So, you are going to do it then? Put her on the block?"

Marcus nodded cautiously. "I can probably weed out any undesirable buyers if I set the right limits. With any luck, some of the weeding may already have been done for me when the invitation list was made up. Problems could still arise if the buyer ignores the conditions of sale, however." He frowned down at the invitation one more time. This would be the biggest risk involving Molly's safety that he had ever taken. Rob nodded but said nothing, and finally Marcus took a deep breath and stood up.

"But, yes, I think I shall proceed with this. I have great respect for the host of this event. I hope he has invited the right kind of people."



When the day of the event arrived, Marcus, Rob and Tricia stepped cautiously into the large room where the auction would take place. Although Tricia had not been entered in the auction, Rob had been careful to have her collared and leashed before they arrived, and kept a firm grip on her lead. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought about the next forty-eight hours, and he could not imagine how Marcus felt. He glanced sideways, but the other man seemed completely composed and in control of any emotions he may have about the event.

Molly was stripped at the door and stamped with a semi-permanent number on her left ass cheek, then handed over to the host to be herded into the holding cell with the rest of the slaves to be sold. Marcus turned his back on her and headed towards the registration table. He had thought long and hard about the restrictions he was going to impose on the perspective buyers, and wasted no time filling out the form. Top on the list... Molly was to be returned to him in the exact same physical condition as she had been purchased.

Eventually the slaves were marched onto a platform at the side of the room. Each in turn was tied at the wrists and had their arms lifted above their heads and secured in place, then their ankles shackled to the platform at a spacing of about two feet apart. There were nine girls displayed in this manner, all open for viewing, front and back, for a period of time before the auction would actually begin. Each had their number posted on a placard in front of them, where the imposed conditions of sale were also clearly itemized.

"Well, well, Marcus! Haven't seen you in a long time." A voice said from behind and Marcus turned to greet the man.

"Indeed, a long time Russell." Marcus smiled politely. "Do you have a slave on the market today?"

"Nooooooo." Russell shook his head, a sly look on his face. "I'm looking to see about buying one." He cast a drooling look over the tethered slaves. "Actually, #437 caught my eye from the other side of the room. Best set of tits in the bunch! I'm headed over to inspect the merchandise a little more thoroughly, but I'm most certain to bid on that one. Care to join me?"

Marcus shook his head. "No thanks Russell, I've already inspected that one."

"Suit yourself then." Russell gave him a wicked grin. "I hope you're not planning on bidding me up for that one, I have some wicked plans in mind for it already!" And with that he headed off to look over the row of slaves.

Marcus frowned and looked at Rob. #437 was Molly. He wasn't quite sure if Russell was the kind of man he wanted buying her, but it was too late to take her out of the auction now. He swore under his breath and strode off to the other end of the platform to casually browse the conditions posted for some of the other slaves, although his mind was not really on what he was reading.

needs extreme fucking and cum feedings. stated the description under one of the slaves. Marcus moved on to another.

kennel wench, not to be fucked by human cock, any animal cock accepted. read another.

painslut. perspective buyers must be willing to inflict severe abuse. Marcus grunted and moved away to the next slave.

this slave will pamper and please your cock and receive your punishments willingly, but must not be damaged. Marcus smiled. Finally a master with brains!

The call to attention rang out and the men began making their way back to take a seat. Russell passed Marcus on his way and gave him a thumbs up signal, beaming from ear to ear.

"#437's definitely the one for me! Very fuckable by man or beast, and such tits!!!... Oh what I wouldn't do to get those tits into my dungeon for just a little while!!" He remarked, but didn't stop to chat. Marcus shivered and found his chair next to Rob and slipped his hand into his pocket, gripping the card with Molly's number on it, a somber expression knitted onto his face. Perhaps he had made the wrong decision. He had not realized letting go of control over Molly, for even such a short time, was going to affect him so much! Just then the auctioneer's voice boomed over the speaker and Marcus winced.


"Molly's Life Continues ~ Pt 2"