Barbara Stays for the Auction

The crowd once again returned to a state of madness, people pushing and flinging their arms wildly in an attempt to bid. “250,000!!!!!!” Shouted one merchant. “320,000!!!” Came from a man buried under the sea of people, only his short arm marking the owner of the voice. Barbara was shaken, seeing the crowd get more rowdy, and the number steadily climbing higher and higher.

Barbra was frozen to the spot and could only helplessly watch the crowd frantically fight for her. Zoning out she felt the noise dull, and could hear her own heart beat faster and faster. What was she doing? Could she really stand here and get stripped naked in public? What would her sister think? What would the people think? What would- “SOLD FOR 1 Million MORA!!!” The crowd erupted in applause and brought Barbara back to reality. The crowd cheered and clapped, as the lucky man scrambled onto the side of the stage to recieve his prize. The organizers turned to Barbara and guestered to her. With a heavy sigh, Barbara moved her arms behind her back, and unzipped part of the dress near the neck. Her heartbeat filled her ears, pulsating as she blushed profusely, all eyes locked onto her. With trembling hands, she slowly lowered them down, and grabbed the hem of her dress. It’s now or never. Closing her eyes, she lifted off her dress and tossed it to the side in one quick fluid motion, leaving the bare Barbara standing in front of the entire crowd in only her soft underwear. The crowd lost their minds more than a screening of the Minecraft movie at the chicken jockey reveal. The embarrassed idol, moved her hands to gift herself some semblance of modesty from the prying eyes and wagging tongues. She stood in light blue panties, and a small white striped bra that afforded the barest of defenses from having her entirely nude before the jeering crowd. The happy winner, scooped up the dress and swiftly departed, disappearing into the audience. While Barbara stood shyly smiling at the crowd, an organizer, silently moved beside Barbara. “No covering merchandise.” He scolded before moving her helpless hands away from her front. “Hey ah!” Barbra protested as her small hands were **** behind her back. “Please stop that hurts!” Barbara weakly argued with her newfound captor. “Hey now, no fighting back or you’ll be punished!” The organizer shook the deaconess. “And you wouldn’t want that would you? But what about the audience, should she be punished?” The crowd unanimously cheered their approval. “What do you mean punishment, I didn’t do anything wrong I-“ she started before being interrupted with a firm smack to her butt that stopped her mid protest. “EEP!” Barbara squeaked, before being slapped again and again, much to the people’s approval. “Mgmfh” Barbara moaned, blushing harder as she felt helpless, being treated in such a lewd way so publicly. The crowd whooped their approval once more, re-energized hearing such a cute moan from the undressed Barbara. “Moaning in public like that? How unladylike. What do you think? Was that not ladylike?” The organizer called out to the crowd. The people booed back in response. “Ladies should be dignified and not so lewd, even under dire circumstances.” The organizer said to the audience, lifting the tired idol up by her hands, before wrapping them with a coord behind her back. “If you won’t behave like a lady, you can’t dress like a lady!” With a swift motion, the organizer ripped Barbara’s bra off with one quick pull, spilling the small A cups into the gleaming eyes of the people. “Aaahhhhhhh DONT LOOK DOONT LOOK!!!!” Barbara closed her eyes and struggled to free her hand, shaking quickly back and forth, but only making her small tits shake vigorously for the hungry crowd before her. The organizer that had tortured Barbara returned to their coworkers, holding the bra high as a trophy. “Shall we begin the next bidding?” They asked, as the idol continued to shake their small breasts in vain.