Prepared for Sale

Amy felt the hands that had been oiling her leave her ass. She was the last of the four pregnant women to be oiled in preparation for their auction. Some minutes before, the door to their pen had been opened and two small male slaves had been pushed into their pen. Each had a wooden bucket that seemed to be filled with a thick, viscous oil of some kind. The sailor in charge of these slaves had turned them and chained them to the wall of the pen, locking their collars to the iron bars so that they faced outwards towards the crowds of buyers who looked into the pens. Their hands above their heads, gripping the bars they were chained to as the male slaves began rubbing the oil onto the backs of the two slaves to Amy's right. When the one closest to her had been sufficiently oiled, me over to her, landing a dollop of the oil on the top of her shoulders, rubbing it into her whole back before going for the reach around. Amy inhaled slightly as his hands gripped her small teats and rubbed the oil into them, before moving to her freshly shaved mound, down her legs, and finishing by rubbing it into her lips and rosebud.

When they were unlocked from the wall and chained together, Amy glanced at the specimens that had been charged with prepping her and her fellow breeders for sale. The two men were short and skinny, and knelt on the dirt floor of the pen. She noticed as they passed by them that around their members were small metal cages which seemed to prevent them from maintaining an erection, extending from the head of their cock down around their testicles, preventing any kind of expansion of their member that might lead to release.

As her little column began to leave the pen Amy glanced around, looking at the other pens which were being emptied in a similar manner. Some slaves were oiled, some weren't. Some showed piercings similar those she had seen on the galley slaves on the ship the had captured her, pierced noses, nipples, labia, and clits. As they were shuffled through the gates of the compound, Amy saw a raised platform with a metal bar running its full length, bent over it were three slaves whose collars had been tied to iron rings in the wooden floor. A woman with a cane struck the slaves for various infractions. Amy was herded into a smaller metal cage an as the heavy metal door shut behind her, she turned towards the stage. The previous batch of slaves were being replaced by a group of slaves with the "breed me" tattoos that now adorned Amy as well. As they turned to be bent over, Amy was shocked to see the soft, big bitted form of her former friend Rebecca as her leash was tied to the floor. Rebecca's large teats, which had garnered her so much attention in college, dangled down as bent over the bar, spreading her legs to avoid the cane of the auctioneer.