auction day

As the week went on more girls fell by the wayside, unable or unwilling to submit to the orders to impale their bottoms on the wooden phalluses. On the seventh day there were just four left, the blonde girl, Lika, Agathe, and two others. On the seventh morning they were given more attention, allowed to scrub and oil their bodies and brush their hair for longer. With hands tied behind their backs they were led to a large hall somewhere in the palace, and lined up with about thirty other **** girls, all clean, naked and ready to be traded. Each **** Trainer, like Sado, stood at the end of the row of their trainees. Around the side of the room sat wealthy Sodomistani men, in their colourful merchant or army clothes, clearly excited for the auction to begin.

The **** Master appeared, and congratulated them. '**** girls of Sodomistan, you have done Clitori proud, avoiding touching the holy area, and training your bottoms and mouths for the good men of Sodomistan. **** Trainers, please bring your best two girls each, up to the front. Today is a special day, for before the **** auction, the King himself will choose himself two new slaves, as Clitori, in her wisdom and divine power, bestowed a pregnancy on two of his slaves at the last orgy day. Here in Sodomistan, the King owns all slaves before they are sold, and may choose before the main auction, from the best of the best.'

Sado chose Agathe and Lika, and the two of them were walked to the front along with a few other girls, perhaps nine or ten in total. Agathe concentrated on looking at the ground, being as submissive as possible. 'Whilst the King is choosing his slaves, gentleman you are welcome to walk amongst the slaves and make notes, but please do not touch. You may, as usual, ask the **** to bend over, to lie down and show you her pussy and bottom, so that you can select the type that gives you the most enjoyment, but no touching until you own the merchandise. Thank you.'

Agathe, Lika, and the other girls were led off the main hall and into a smaller room. It had matresses, cushions and soft furnishings all strewn around the floor. 'The King will be here in a moment slaves. Stand tall.' And with that The **** Master left.

A tall, atheltic, man entered from the corner of the room. He immediately exuded authority and power. He was wearing purple robes and leather tunic. Agathe reckoned he was in his thirties. He was handsome, with a trimmed beard. 'I am the King of Sodomistan,' said the man. 'You all belong to me, until after the auction, when some of you will be sold to my best merchants, politicians, and Generals. Good men who can afford the best, most beautiful, slaves girls. But first, I get to choose. And as King, as I own you already, I get to try beforehand.' Agathe gulped.

The King walked up the row of slaves looking them all up and down, then went back down the row, placing his hand on each girl's stomach and caressing their breasts. He then stood back and started to take his clothes off. Agathe instinctively felt she should look away, but remained still. The King was a fine figure of a man. His torso was rippled with muscles and when her took off his loin cloth, his phallus was impressive. Large, veiny, and quite thick. It was as big, if not slightly bigger than the practice phalluses they'd been using.