“One million!” A sudden distorted shout cuts through my sobs.
“Three!”
“Ten!”
Voices bark from every direction, left, right and centre, each one higher and more eager, like wolves fighting over a fresh kill.
“For this cute little cunt?” The old man above me sneers.
Then, he brings his heavy hand down in a harsh slapacross my bare core. The blow echoes through the room, and a hot stinging sensation explodes through me, forcing me to shriek again.
I try with everything inside me to force my legs closed, but he won't stop.
“Open her up!” The voices continue to call out.
His thick fingers brutally pry my throbbing lips apart, fanning them wide open for the entire crowd to see—displaying my pink hole and clit like a prize offering.
The crowd gets livelier as he starts rubbing me roughly, back to front, pussy to ass, deliberately violating every inch.
“Look at that wetness,” he snarls to the crowd—getting them worked up. “She can’t control herself.”
Shame floods through me, but his tactics only makes the bids explode upward.
“SIXTY MILLION!”
His fingers freeze against me as soon as the room falls into absolute silence, and his sharp eyes scan the dark area.
My body lies there under him, broken and shaken, muscles locked. Tears and snot streak down my face, my exposed pussy clenching visibly under the harsh lights.
“Is that the final bid?” he shouts, rough and resounding.
A few low mumbles ripple through the buyers—calculating and debating whether to push higher for the right to ruin me.
“Going once…”
“Going twice…”
The pause stretches into an eternity of dread, and my mind shatters, silently screaming for the help that will never come.
I just want it to be over with.
“SOLD!” His voice roars—sealing my fate. “To bidder 3452 for sixty million dollars!”
The man finally pulls his hand away from my pussy, but not before giving my clit one last cruel pinch that forces another cry from my throat.
Then, as he backs away, he leans in close, hot, stinking breath crawling over the shell of my ear.
“Congratulations. You just became the most expensive piece of rape-meat this establishment has ever seen.”
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Duct tape seals my mouth, smothering every desperate sound into pathetic, muffled whimpers.
A thick blindfold covers my wet eyes in darkness, whilerope bites deep into my wrists, binding them tightly together in front of me.
I’m folded like discarded trash in a large, suffocating duffle bag inside a trunk—knees crushed against my chest, spine curled.
Every shallow breath is a struggle, and my mind spirals into unrelenting panic.
