Molly's Life Continues ~ Pt 2

Watching the auction was almost more than Marcus could bear. Each girl was singled out by the auctioneer; blindfolded; described like an animal on the block; bid on and finally marked as sold and taken away by her purchaser. As each was led away, Marcus knew Molly's turn was getting closer and closer, and his grip on her tag grew tighter and tighter. Finally her turn came, and he felt his heart in his throat. Rob glanced cautiously his way but Marcus avoided eye contact with anyone. His eyes were trained on Molly.

"And what shall we hear for this fine specimen up next?" The auctioneer announced, giving Molly's ass a quick slap with his crop. "This one has a nice build, as you can plainly see. Some of the finest tits on the block today, if I might say so!" He gave her tits a quick slap with that comment and went on. "If you haven't had a chance to read the description yet, this one has a well used cunt, used to servicing any manner of cock, including animals." Once again, the crop slapped quickly against her, this time landing directly on her cunt. "So, what do I hear for the opening bid?"

Immediately Russell chimed in with his bid and Marcus cringed. Four slaves had been auctioned off already and Russell had not made even one bid on any of them. It was clear he had his eyes on Molly and intended to get her.

Bidding was frantic as soon as the first bid was placed, several men from all sides of the room bidding the price up, while Russell kept himself in the running. Eventually more and more began to back out of the bidding until there were only two left bidding back and forth. Marcus watched as the other bidder's face became more and more agitated, until finally he had to admit defeat, and Russell held the winning bid.

Marcus held his jaw tight and turned on his heel, heading straight towards the door. He could do many things to Molly, hurt her; fuck her; watch her used by many men, or beasts, but he could not watch her taken away to serve another master. Rob pulled Tricia quickly after him, trying to keep up as Marcus made a bee-line for the door. Just before leaving the room Rob glanced over his shoulder and caught the last glimpse of his sister as her blindfold was removed, and Russell's delighted grin as he began to take his spoils.

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As Molly was released from her bindings and set onto the floor Russell produced a chain from his pocket and skillfully screwed the flat clamps on each end of it tightly onto each nipple. Next, he attached a collar securely around her neck. A leash was then hooked to the chain between her nipples, and pulled tightly so that it could be hooked to the ring on her collar as well, maintaining a constant pull on her confined nipples. Laughing, he raised his foot and pressed it against her shoulders, giving a firm push downwards 'til she was on hands and knees with her head low to the floor.

"All right, whore, I bought you like livestock, you shall crawl like the livestock you are! Now, hurry up you fucking cunt, I don't want to waste any of the time I own you for!" he said, and led her roughly through the crowd. Crawling, it was hard to keep up with him, and she received many a jerk on her nipples as he became more and more impatient with her. Finally they reached the door, but his pace did not change, and Molly found herself crawling awkwardly across the pavement, in full view of anyone who might be in the area, until they reached where he was parked.

Her humiliation didn't stop there, however. Russell, it seemed, believed slaves bought as livestock should be treated as such in all ways, and led her up beside a half ton truck with wooden rails and straw bedding, just as one might use to transport cattle. He opened the tailgate and jerked on the leash, forcing Molly to climb up into the back of the truck. He hopped in with her and tightly tied her lead to one of the rails, then jumped out and closed her in, a wicked grin on his face.

"Enjoy the ride, my little fuckcow. Oh, and remember to stay on all fours during the whole ride! Any sitting down will lead to serious punishment." He said, and without a second glance her way he climbed into the cab, started the engine, and pulled away. The ride was fast and bumpy for Molly, as she tried to stay on her hands and knees. They drove through several busy areas, and she was thankful her lead allowed her to press herself up against the side of the truck to keep from being quite so visible, then they headed off into the country and the bumps got worse. Several times she fell onto her hip and had to get up again, only to find herself swung uncontrollably around as the truck made quick turns onto other roads. Over and over again, she was tossed around, until at long last the truck stopped outside a large house surrounded by trees.

"Out now, cow cunt." Russell ordered her, as he pulled on her lead. "Crawl after me into the stables, where you will live while you are with me, with the rest of the livestock." He gave a sharp tug on the lead, and she crawled after him on her now tender knees.

The stables, as he called them, looked like exactly that... animal stalls, straw on the floor, even the smell of animals soaked into the wood of the walls and posts. A quick look around and she noticed they were not alone. Far in the back she heard the snort of a horse of some kind, and she quickly spotted at least two dogs peeking out from behind one of the stalls.

As soon as Molly saw it, however, she knew this was more than just a stables. This place was clearly a dungeon, and a well equipped one at that. She noticed a chair, and a table with some equipment on it, and two other naked girls lounging on something, looking quite at ease and even pampered in their disposition, but before she had time to look around too much, Russell pulled her further inside and closed the door with a loud clang, then a click, and Molly knew she was locked in. Her heart began to beat faster than ever. Being on the auction block was exhilarating, even filled her with apprehension for the unknown, but it had also made her cunt wet. Here, now, however, there was a completely different feeling overpowering her. For the first time since she'd become a slave, she felt an unfamiliar emotion... fear.

"Molly's Life Continues ~ Pt 3"