Driven by Craving

she could feel her heart start to beat harder as He walked into the room. she could also feel her cunt begin to weep just at His presence and all she could think is how all of the rest of her wanted to weep to. How would she ever get over Him? How could she go on without Him? she didn't know if she would ever find an answer to those questions. she wished with all her heart that He would just look at her, would just see how sorry she was and how much she wanted to please Him. And she feared that her heart had shattered into a million pieces and she would never be able to put all the pieces back together again. And when He finally spoke and it was not to her, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying and ruining the makeup job that the salon owner had just done.

“You have done an excellent job as always. I hope My slave wasn't any trouble.”

“No, no trouble at all, she is very well trained. You have done yourself proud. I especially like the tattoos, they are a nice touch and are sure to be a constant reminder of Your slave's place and how it is to be used.”

“Yes,” He said as He ran His fingers slowly over each of the tattoos. “They turned out just as I had envisioned them. They should be an excellent reminder as you say. And the lotion you used really made them stand out, just like you said it would” As He spoke, He ran His fingers down her stomach and over her back, and she could feel her cunt drip even more until she was sure it was running down her legs and onto the floor.

“Well, I will be sure to have My slave thank you properly tonight for all your hard work in its preparation. Don't forget the evening's festivities are starting in about an hour.” she thought her heart was broken already, but hearing Him speak of auctioning her off as a festive event nearly destroyed her. But she knew not to say as word as He led her from the salon. After leashing her down in the back of a panel van, He blindfolded her before starting up the van. The whole time, He spoke not one word to her, and not once was she allowed to look Him in the eye. All she kept thinking is please say something to me, please look at me, and please let me look at You.

How far He drove, she did not know, all she knew is when she was led out, she was made to climb up a set of stairs and then lift her hands over her head so that they could be locked into place. The room seemed to be huge, at least judging by the sound that her shoes made as she walked and she quickly realized that it was also very cold. After her ankles were locked into place, she heard Him walk down the steps and away from the platform that she was chained to. Seconds after He walked away, she heard an electric buzzing and then felt more than saw a number of spot lights all hit her at once. With the blindfold on, she couldn't say she really saw them, but the heat from the spotlights immediately started to dispel the cold. Shortly after the spotlights came on, she felt the platform start to slowly rotate, not fast enough to make her sick, just enough that no matter where a person was sitting in the audience, they would be able to see all of her.

she strained trying to hear what was going on, but she couldn't hear anything. It didn't take very long before her arms started to get very heavy and her feet started to get very sore from the heels that were locked on her feet. As soon as she started thinking about how tired and sore she was, her stomach, throat, tits and bladder all started complaining because she had not been allowed to eat, drink or piss for most of the day and it had been many hours since her last milking. The longer she hung there, the worse each need became, it felt like her udders would split from the pressure of the building milk and she could not ever remember a time that she was as hungry or parched as she felt right now. And she just knew before the night was over, she would have to piss herself.

Before long she started hearing people arriving, most came up to the stage and ran their hands over her, commenting about each tattoo, on what a full service slave she was, milk cow, urinal, dog slut. Some pinched and prodded, some shoved their fingers up her cunt, commenting on how it was drenched like a good slave's cunt should be. she could hear her Master commenting to those who had gathered, thanking them for their compliments on His slave. In the past, hearing such comments had made her proud, proud that she was so well behaved and that brought Him honor, but now she knew that pride was misplaced, that she had been disobedient and that was why she was here about to be auctioned off. she wished He knew that she give anything for the honor of being allowed to continue serving Him.

she heard Him ask everyone to take his or her seats so that the evening could begin. After introducing the auctioneer who would be in charge tonight, she heard Him walk once more down the steps and away from the platform.

“Masters and Mistresses, as you all know tonight we have all been invited to a special event, the auction of Master Dean's slave. But before the bidding can begin, I think a demonstration of its training is in order. First, for one and all of you to enjoy, let us see how it handles pain.”

The next thing she knew, she could hear the voice of the salon owner whispering in her ear. The salon owner was telling her how much she was looking forward to marking her and how she had been looking forward to it all day. she could feel the salon owner's hands running over her body, her tits, her cunt, her ass and then quickly lift. Next thing she knew, she was being whipped all over her body, her cunt, her leg, her ass, but worst of all her milk-engorged udders. The strokes spread out by the platform's continued rotation. Harder and faster which each stroke until she was moaning in pain and sweat was pouring down her. she could feel makeup running down her face from the sweat streaming down her face.

When she thought she couldn't take another stroke, she heard the audience start to clap and felt herself being lowered down to all fours. her head was pulled back, and she heard the salon owner say, “Time to thank me cunt. First beg for the honor of cleaning my cunt, bitch.” Gasping for breath, she quickly started begging to lick the salon owner's cunt. she repeatedly begged louder and louder until she was granted permission. she took a quick breath before her face was shoved deeply into the salon owner's cunt. After her face was covered with cunt juice and the salon owner had cum multiple times, her hair was once again used to lift her head.

“I bet you're mighty thirsty cunt after not being allowed to drink anything all day. If you beg nice enough, I will be kind enough to help you out with that thirst of yours.” Begging loudly, she pleaded with the salon owner to please piss down her throat, to quench her thirst. she felt her head tipped back and opened her mouth as the salon owner squatted over her face. Gulping rapidly to swallow the flood of piss, she could still feel some of it running down her chin and down between her tits. After licking the salon owner's cunt clean, she bend down to lap up the piss that had dripped on the floor. “Good cunt,” she heard the salon owner say before the salon owner petted her on the head.

While she continued to lap at the floor, she heard the auctioneer say, “Not only has this slave been trained as a piss pot, it is also a fucking milk cow or a milking fuck cow. Bring up the milk machine.” Under her hanging udders, she felt the milking machine rising up until it was in place. Then hands she couldn't see, attached the suction cups to her engorged teats.

“I have been informed that not only has the cow not been milked in quite a while, but the bitch hasn't been allowed to feed all day or cum for almost a month. So while the cow gets milked, we will see that its other needs get met. Bring in the dogs.” Once the dog was in place by her head, she started ravenously sucking on its cock, hungry to fill her belly with its cum. she felt another dog mounting her from behind as the milking machine turned on and heard the auctioneer say, “Bidding will begin at 10 thousand.”

Between the noise of the milker and being lost in lust for dog's cum, it took her a while to realize that she didn't hear anyone in the audience bidding, but kept hearing the auctioneer calling out higher and higher bids. As dog cum filled her mouth and cunt, she heard the auctioneer call out, “Going once at 100 thousand, going twice at 100 thousand, sold for 100 thousand.”

As she knelt there panting, she knew it was over and she had no idea who her new owner was. With tears streaming down her face that she had been sold away by her Master, she heard the auctioneer say, “The auction winner has asked that you all remain seated while His slave gets cleaned up. He would like you all to be witnesses to His slave's branding.” As she was released from her chains and taken down from the platform, the word branding echoed in her head and even though the thought of being branded should have filled her with fear, she could feel nothing but the loss of her Master.