The Hammer Falls

Finally it was just Amy in the room, each woman had been led out in succession, until Amy was alone. Fear gripped her heart as she stared at the curtain in front of her, black and heavy so that neither sound nor light escaped from it.

Suddenly the hand emerged and pulled her through. Amy walked sheepishly along with her leash, brushing aside the curtains to find herself in a black room, with a windowed door in front. Through the tinted glass of the window she saw the four women before her standing on a small stage, lights shining down on each of them. Before them, in a chair sat a man in the traditional garb of Arabians, robes and head scarves. He looked older, but not ancient, grey mixed in with the black of his neatly trimmed beard and mustache. Several attendants began preening over Amy, checking her with flashlights and gloved hands, arranging her hair, poking and prodding, even pinching each of her nipples so they stood on end. Finally, she was led to just in front of the door.

"Get ready for blush," said one of the attendants. Another worker brought forward a massager and pressed it against her clit. Instantly Amy felt pleasure as the vibration ricocheted up and down her body. She felt heat build in her sex as the massager vibrated against it, juices began to drip along her cunt as it opened, reacting to the stimulation. A flush crept into her face, making her young cheeks rosy and her eyes glisten. Amy moaned loudly before beginning to pant even as one of the hands shone a flashlight on her face and crotch. "She's good, send her out."

Instantly the massager was removed, her leash was grabbed and an initially unseen woman in a red dress grabber her leash and led her through the door.

Amy heard a voice echo in the chamber: "An finally your majesty, our last of the curated selection for your choice tonight. 21 years old, five feet, six inches, b cup breasts, a small waist and thin hips. She has also already bred once and been approved by our doctors for further use. She weights 115 pounds, has bright red hair, and is completely broken with no resistance to any of her training. She comes from one of our premier stud farms here on the island and is guaranteed to breed or your money back."

Amy stood on the platform with the other slaves as the man, who she now saw sitting off to the arab's left, continued to read facts about Amy that she had never uttered to anyone since her capture. Where she was from, how she did in school, degrees of detail that scared her.

Amy's blush now turned from sexual excitement to embarrassment and shame as she realized that she was being auctioned once more. Although in reality, it wasn't her that was being auctioned, it was her ability to reproduce. The arab conferred with the auctioneer quietly, whispering back and forth between them.

The woman in the red dress held Amy's leash in her delicately gloved hand, her other hand, taking care to highlight the areas of Amy's body as they were highlighted. Lifting her left breast, pulling apart her lips to show her teeth.

"Turn" called the woman. One by one, each **** turned so that their back and asses now faced the buyer and auctioneer. The mirrored windows that surrounded them, showing the men walk closer to the slaves.

"Bend." Came the command, and each **** bent over, presenting her ass and pussy for inspection. One by one, the king and auctioneer moved down the line, poking prodding, twisting and pinching each **** until they stood behind Amy.

"How was her child" said the king in a heavy arabian accent. "Healthy despite her size," replied the auctioneer. "She under produced milk but makes up for it with the color of her hair. Its very rare to be able to produce children with her color hair, and the first one did. She's a rare type."

Amy felt a finger enter her cunt. "Feel the inside of her cunt, velvety and wet. She's quite young and strong despite her petite stature, I am confident she can breed you the kind of grandchild you desire." The first finger was replaced by another.

"Breeding position cow," came the command. Amy complied, first dropping slowly to her knees one at a time, before rolling onto her back and spreading her legs, pulling her them back to reveal her pussy, which was still blushing, red and flushed from the massager.

"Very nice." replied the king. "And how is it when she finishes?"

"She can cum almost on command your majesty. In fact, she nearly came during brith, its rare but not unheard of. She's spent the last year on a breeding farm, my professional estimation would be that she has learned to get pleasure where she can. But perhaps a demonstration in in order?"

"It would be." came the reply.

"Giselle, make this **** finish please."

The woman in the red dress responded, "yes sir." And produced another massager from underneath the stage. This was not the small, portable kind that had been used on Amy behind the scenes however, this was a large one with a long handle and a chord running under the stage. The massaging end was large and bulbous, with rings running around the entire length. Amy continued to hold her knees close to her tits and the massager was brought down onto her clit, she gasped when the two made contact. Vibrations ran up and down her body as Giselle pressed the machine into her mound. Rapidly, Amy felt an orgasm building within her, rising from deep within the muscle and nerves that surrounded her cunt. She felt juice running down between her ass cheeks as her pussy lubricated itself to accept a cock that would not be there. Amy gasped and moaned, flexing every muscle in her core as she was filled with the orgasm, before finally, she screamed and released a torrent of fluid from her cunt, soaking herself and the stage as she orgasmed for the first time in months. Amy let go of her legs and they collapsed with a wet "thwack" on the soaked stage, the strong smell of her cunt reaching Amy's nose as the other slaves giggled at her performance. Amy couldn't care as she floated in the twilight haze of her post-orgasmal bliss, juice running along her body as it met the stage.

"Under two minutes." said the auctioneer.

"I shall take her and the arab." said the king. "I shall leave the arrangements to you but I depart your island tomorrow morning. Please have them ready for transportation by then."

"Of course your majesty. They shall be ready for you when you leave us. Would you like to to sample a few more of our wares, or are you ready to return to your ship."

"I desire the woman in red as well. Have her with these."

"I'm not a sla-" began Giselle before she was cut off by the auctioneer. "It shall be done. Guards!"

Giselle screamed. "What the fuck John, I'm not a **** like these cows, you cant just do this to me." was she flew at him, wielding the massager like a club before the strong arm of a guard who had slipped into the hall grabber her arm.

"Let go of me you animal" she yelled, striking the man with her weapon once before another guard gripped her other arm and twisted in behind her, forcing her to the floor. Further protests were cut short as a gag was **** into her mouth and Giselle was dragged from the auction room towards the processing facility when Amy and the other slaves have just emerged from.