Chapter 17: Sorority Slut Slave Auction

Clara hated those THOT cunts at Sigma Lambda Tau sorority. She had been working her way down her list, getting back at everyone who had ever teased or bullied her. Now it was their turn. And this was an important day.

According to the spam that they’d dared send to Clara, today was the annual “Date a Sorority Gal” to raise money for Doctors Without Borders. A charity auction where the five hottest girls would be auctioned off for a “date” to the richest of the school’s alumni. It was said that girls could go for a million dollars or more.

And for what? thought Clara. Dinner with an airhead? Maybe she would put out for you. I think they should get a lot, lot more for their money. Or, at least, everyone should think they did.

According to the flyer, the bidding started at 9 PM. It was 8:58. The perfect time to put out the “truth” about the sorority. All those terrible students at her college would eat it up. The deep fakes would be made to make it look like Clara’s tweets had come true.

They can’t really be coming true, right? she wondered. Clara hadn’t left her home in months. No, no, it’s insane to think my tweets can change reality. They’re just a lot of horny nerds making deep fakes and everyone else piling on like the bully assholes they were.

Her fingers typed fast. She hit send.

“Did you know that the Sigma Lambda Tau Sorority doesn’t auction off girls for a ‘charity date’ once a year to raise money? No, it’s a slave auction, the girls sold to the highest donors! #sexslaveauction #sellingsluts4cash #sororityslave4life”

Beverly

I was backstage of the performing arts center where the Date a Sorority Gal auction was about to begin. It was such an honor for our sorority mother, Ms. Perkins to have selected me to be one of the five hottest of the sorority but I was nervous as I waited in my elegant, black dress the expensive cut showing off my tits and ass perfectly.

The competition had been vicious. All the girls wanted it, but only five of us could be chosen by Ms. Perkins. She marched up and down the five of us, looking us over. Lacie, Portia, Dawn, Lisette, and I were each wearing a different style of dress. Bold red, sultry purple, and shiny silver. All of us were aching to make an impression on the rich alumni here tonight.

Some single, others looking to replace their current wife with a new, younger model. This was my chance to land that wealthy husband and leave college behind. I could be on the next Real Housewives if I bagged a millionaire for a husband.

“Very good,” Ms. Perkins said. “Portia, straighten that back. Let those tits be seen.”

“Yes, Ms. Perkins,” Portia said, doing just that, thrusting out her breasts.

“Very nice,” the sorority mother purred. She was a tall woman with her black hair in a matronly bun and a pair of dainty glasses on her nose. It gave her the feel of a sultry librarian at times or a stern housekeeper at others. She had on a long skirt and a blouse buttoned up to the collar. “Oh, Dawn...” She adjusted the girl’s neckline up. “You don’t want to show off your nipples. You’re not whores. You just want to wow them. These are very wealthy men and you need to make as much money as possible.”

“Two minutes, Ms. Perkins,” one of the stage hands shouted. They were drawn from the school’s drama club.

“You heard him, girls,” said Ms. Perkins. “You need to be perfect. Beverly, that skirt—”

A chorus of dings and chirps and cracks echoed through the back stage. Everyone grabbed their phones. It must be another one of Clara’s tweets. She was always revealing the school’s most scandalous secrets.

“That skirt is too long,” said Ms. Perkins. She grabbed the waistband of the short, tartan skirt I wore and rolled the waistband to raise the hemline. “There. I want a hint of those lovely virginal panties to be seen when you go prancing out there.”

“Yes, Ms. Perkins,” I breathed, my breasts rising and falling in the white blouse that was tied beneath my boobs, leaving my stomach bare. I was so excited for the slave auction. Ms. Perkins had chosen me to spend the rest of my life as a millionaire’s sex toy. Auctioned off for charity. It was such a dream come true.

“Keep that back straight, Portia,” Ms. Perkins said. The dorm mother slapped the riding crop against the thigh-highs boobs she wore. They were black leather, matching the corset that lifted her big boobs into two lush mounds. Together with her glasses remained perched on her nose and her hair in its perfect bun she looked like an S&M version of Mary Poppins. Stern and dominating, gorgeous and naughty all at the same time. “Don’t force me to send you out there with an ass already reddened.”

“Sorry, Ms. Perkins,” gasped Portia, straightening her back again. Her boobs bounced in the band of light-blue cloth tied around her boobs. She was dressed like a sexy genie harem girl, complete with a transparent veil.

“You girls have to be absolute sluts out there,” Ms. Perkins hissed, smacking the riding crop into her leather boots again. My pussy clenched at the stinging hit. My nipples throbbed, still aching from being pierced. So did my clit, a new gold ring threatened through my clitoral hood. “You must be complete whores so those millionaires will buy you. I don’t want any of you going for a measly $100,000. I want you to go for at least a million. So make them want you, sluts! Make them ache for you.”

“Yes, Ms. Perkins,” we all cooed. I played with my pigtails, my blonde hair gathered into an innocent but naughty look.

“Thirty seconds,” the stagehand said, staring at the five of us with abject lust. But he didn’t have the money to afford us. He was just a broke college kid. We were being auctioned off to men with wealth and means. Men who mattered.

Who would own us for life?

“You are all ... adequate.” Ms. Perkins sniffed. “So come alive out there. If any one of you goes for less than a million, I will whip your ass bloody. I don’t care who owns you. I have a reputation to maintain. I have never auctioned off shoddy merchandise.”

It was the closely held secret of the sorority that the members weren’t auctioned off on dates but as slaves. There were thousands of pupils were going to the school, so who would notice that five girls just dropped out of college.

“Portia!” Ms. Perkins snapped. “Get your ass out there. I want you to be their dream genie.”

“Yes, Ms. Perkins,” Portia purred. She put her hands together before her, palms pressed tight, fingers extended. She swayed out there with such a delightful roll to her hips, little bells tinkling around her feet.

“And her is our first slut of the night!” boomed the MC. “Portia the Genie. She’ll make your wishes come true, gentleman.”

It was so nerve-wracking having to wait. To listen to Portia putting on her show and then the men bidding for her. It was fierce. Though it started out at $100,000, it was rising quickly. Portia didn’t disappoint. Ms. Perkins gave a satisfied nod when the bidding crossed a million and kept going. She tapped her riding crop into her thigh, nodding along. I knew her pussy was juicy.

She had made me eat it out many times during the month of training.

“Sold for $3.4 million,” the MC announced. “Enjoy your genie, sir.”

“Oh, he will,” cooed Portia, her voice throaty with delight. “Whatever does my Master wish for?”

I didn’t hear the answer, but it made my hairless pussy clench. A wet heat rushed through me. I wiggled back and forth, soaking the schoolgirl panties I wore. With now pubic hair, Ms. Perkins had me lasered so I would never grow a bush, there was nothing but the dainty underwear to sop up my excitement.

Lisette the sexy nurse went up next, her ass rolling beneath that tight, white miniskirt. Her heels clicked, her white fishnets looking so perfect on her thighs. She stepped out and purred, “Does someone need a ... checkup?”

The throaty sound brought a groan.

Lisette went for $2.9 million. Then Lacie pranced out dressed like a slutty girl-scout, complete with a sash with merit badges for all the naughty things Ms. Perkins had taught her. “Mmm, I have some naughty cookies for sale. Who wants some. They’re fresh.”

The men all wanted her cookies. Lacie went for $4.1 million. Ms. Perkins nodded in absolute delight then glanced over at Dawn and me. I couldn’t help but gulp at that. It was clear that Ms. Perkins expected great things from us.

Dawn sauntered out in her sexy stewardess outfit, her skirt swirling about her lush thighs, her large boobs jiggling in the tight top that came complete with a tie that nestled in her cleavage. She looked like a 40’s pinup model with her hair styled into this voluminous delight that danced around her shoulders.

“Mmm, who wants to come fly with me?” she husked.

She sold for $2.8 million. Ms. Perkins did not look happy. She gave me a look. I gulped again. I put on my flirty smile as I headed to the stage. My tartan skirt swirled about my rump. I wore knee-high socks and black saddle-buckle shoes. My boobs jiggled in my schoolgirl blouse. The ribbons I tied about my pigtails matched the pattern of my skirt.

SMACK!

The riding crop hit my ass as I strode by Ms. Perkins. “You better do amazing! You better not go for less than $3.5 million, or else.”

“Yes, Ms. Perkins,” I squeaked and then rushed up the three stairs, my boobs bouncing. I stepped onto the stage, hidden by the curtain. The MC could see me.

This was it.

I happily skipped out onto the stage, my act in my mind. My pigtails and big boobs heaved. My skirt flared to flash those white, virginal panties I wore. The stage lights almost blinded me. I couldn’t see the audience, but I could feel them.

All those men with their hungry gazes lusting for me. They wanted me. To own me. One lucky man would get that privilege. He would get to collar me and do whatever he wanted to me. Fuck me. Breed me. Whip me. Turn me into his maid. Make me walk his dogs. I had no idea what my life would be like going forward.

It was all out of my hands. I just had to obey. Ms. Perkins taught me to obey with her riding crop. I would be the best slave ever.

“Excuse me, Mr. Auctioneer,” I purred after skipping to him. I put my hands behind my back and rocked back and forth like a little girl. My nineteen-year-old boobs jiggled in my blouse. “Is this the slave auction?”

“Why, yes it is, young lady,” he said, staring at me with open lust. He was a handsome enough man, but not a millionaire. As long as my master had wealth, he could young or old, fat or skinny, ugly or hot. It didn’t matter.

“Yay!” I squealed and jumped up and down, my skirt flaring up to flash my innocent panties at the stage. They were so wet with my excitement. My tits heaved in my tied-off blouse, threatening to bounce out and show off my lovely, all-natural F-cups. “I want to be sold as a slave. I’ll be a good one. Pretty, pretty please.”

“Aren’t you a little young to be a slave, Missy?” he asked, looking me up and down.

I thrust my tits out at the crowd. “What do you hunks think? Am I old enough to be your slave?”

A great cry of, “YES!” roared from the crowd. Hundreds of men were all so eager to own me. My pussy clenched. A wave of heat rushed through me.

I blew them all kisses, using both hands and flinging them wide. “Thank you, thank you, you won’t be disappointed in me!”

“I don’t see how they could be,” the MC said, staring at my tits again. “But don’t you think you’re over-dressed to be a slave, Missy? They have to go around naked.”

“Oh, really?” I gasped. “Oh, no.” I bit my lower lip. “I really have to get naked?”

“Oh, yes.” The MC glanced at the crowd. “Right, gentleman.”

“YEEEESSSSS!”

The stage shook with their excitement. I shuddered in delight. This was better than I could have imagined. They all wanted me so much. I quivered there, pretending to be shy and demure. I looked down and wiggled. Squirmed. My boobs jiggled.

“I suppose...” I purred, my cheeks blushing bright red with my excitement. “If I have to...”

“I’m afraid you do,” the MC said with mock solemnity, his face grave and serious.

“Okay,” I purred. “I’ll do it. I’ll be the bestest and cutest slave you gentlemen have ever seen!”

I pulled on the knot tying my blouse closed. The cloth whisked and then fell away from my large, all-natural F-cups. I slipped out of the blouse, wiggling as I did. My boobs swayed back and forth. They smacked into each other, my soft flesh rippling with such pillowy softness. I dropped the blouse and pretended to cover them.

“Are my tits too big for you?” I asked. “They’re all-natural F-cups.”

“NOOOOO!” roared back from the crowd.

“Yay!” I squealed and jumped up and down, my tits heaving. My gold rings flashed in the stage lights.

As I did, I noticed Ms. Perkins watching me from off-stage, her eyes intense. Her riding crop in hand. Oh, she would spank my ass so hard I fucked this up. She would embarrass me in front of all these hunks.

“I’m so glad you all love my titties.” I grabbed my nipple rings and tugged them. “And don’t I have such pretty jewelry. My daddy passed away, and I’m all alone, I need a new daddy to buy me such pretty things.”

A collective groan of pure lust roared from the audience.

I reached beneath my skirt and then pulled off my panties. I bent over, my tits dangling before me and swaying back and forth like heavy pendulums. I felt so naughty as I rolled the cotton panties down my thighs. I noticed the MC leaning to check out my naked ass, my skirt riding up high.

I peeled my panties down to my shoes and then gasped. “Oops, I forgot to take those off, first. I’m such a silly girl, aren’t I?”

Beaming at the audience, I shuffled around until I faced away from them. I bent over to take off my shoes, my skirt riding up once more to flash my naked ass and shaved cunt to them. More moans rose from the audience. Pussy cream ran hot down my inner thighs. I hoped they could see my clit piercing.

I hummed as I slowly unbuckled my shoes. I wiggled my hips back and forth, my tits jiggling. I loved this so much. I would be such a perfect slave to my Master. I would be his schoolgirl, his nurse, his genie, his catgirl, his whatever he needed me to be. I was so lucky to be chosen by Ms. Perkins.

She watched me like a hawk as I slipped off one shoe and then another. Then I stepped out of my panties. I snagged them up. They were wet. I turned around and held out my panties to the crowd, letting them see the virginal white soaked by my juices.

“Oh, no, my panties are all wet and sticky,” I said. I sniffed them. “They smell nice, though. All spicy. Why did they get wet?”

“You’re a hot slut,” the MC said. “I think we all agree she’s doing a good job convincing us she’s ready to be a sex slave, but she needs to do more.”

“More?” I gasped. “What more can I do?”

The MC reached beneath his podium and pulled out the thick dildo that was waiting for me. All the girls had used sex toys on themselves. He tossed it to me. I snagged it and pressed it between my boobies, sandwiching the shaft.

I couldn’t wait to give my master a titty fuck. He would love it so much. I would be the best sex slave ever.

I pulled the dildo from my tits and purred, “Am I supposed to lick it?”

“YEEESSSSS!”

I giggled and licked the rubbery shaft. My tongue danced over it. I could taste Dawn’s sweet juices on them. She had just used this in her cunt. I shuddered as I cleaned the dildo, my tongue dragging up the veiny sides to the crown.

I swirled my tongue around it, the men groaning as they watched on in abject lust. They were all so excited for what was to come. My pussy dripped more juices down my thighs. My skirt swirled back and forth as my tongue caressed over the little slit at the top. It was so life-like.

I suckled on the cock. I worked my mouth up and down it, nursing and slurping on it. The sucking sounds echoed through the hall. That was such a naughty thing to hear. I loved it. My pussy was on fire. Juice ran down my thighs. I would have such a huge orgasm fucking myself with this dildo.

The men were groaning and whistling and moaning. The MC watched on with such fascination. He must have such a huge hardon. He didn’t get to touch the slaves, though. Ms. Perkins would make him regret it if he tried.

Drool ran down my chin. I nursed. I suckled. The men groaned louder.

I popped it out of my mouth. “Ooh, that’s naughty. It makes me feel all tingly.” I smiled at the crowd. “What else do I do with this? I want to be the bestest slave for you all.”

A lot of shouts burst from the crowd. Too many to understand any of them. But I already knew what to do. I widened my eyes in shock. I dropped my jaw and then quivered, holding the wet dildo between my tits again, coating my boobs with my saliva.

“I’m supposed to do that with it?” I gasped. “But ... but ... that’s so dirty.”

“YEEESSS!”

“Okay,” I whimpered and then turned around. “But just because I want to be the best. I want to make you all so happy as your cute, schoolgirl sex slave. And you’ll be my Daddy-Master.”

I bent over, letting my skirt ride up to show off my cunt and asshole again. I stared at them between my legs, my pigtails dangling to the floors. I worked my sock-clad feet further and further apart. It was easy on the waxed stage. I was so exposed, pussy and asshole revealed to their eyes.

I pressed the dildo into my cunt, coating the tip in my juices. I could feel them all holding their breaths, waiting for the moment when I thrust the dildo into my cunt and fucked myself to a screaming orgasm with it.

But I didn’t push it into my cunt. Oh, no, I had to be filthy. I had to be a nasty slut willing to do anything for my Master. There would be no doubts that I was their whore. Their obedient and submissive sex slave, ready and eager to play.

I shoved the dildo past my taint until the tip nuzzled into my asshole. “It’s so dirty back here, but ... I’ll do it for you, Daddy! I’ll fuck my asshole with this big dick.”

I pressed the dildo hard against my sphincter as the audience groaned again. I loved it. I had such power over them. I was the sex slave, and yet it felt like they were all helpless before me. They would do anything for me. It was such a rush.

My anal ring widened and widened as I pushed on the dildo. I gasped and whimpered and groaned. My boobs jiggled. More pussy cream ran down my thighs, hot rivulets pouring out of my molten cunt. I quivered as I shoved hard against my asshole.

The dildo popped into me.

“Oh, golly!” I squealed. “The big dick is sliding into my asshole, Daddy. Yes, yes, your big cock is deep in me. Ooh, Daddy, don’t you love being in my tight and naughty asshole. I know it’s dirty, but you just love fucking my bowels.”

The audience moaned. I smiled. I had them. I could feel it as I shoved the dildo to the hilt in my bowels.

I worked that big dildo in and out of my bowels, cooing my wanton delight the entire time. My asshole clung to the shaft, the heat melting down to my cunt. The heat fed the volcanic passion in me, the orgasm that would erupt through me.

I shuddered, staring at the audience, the millionaire men, between my legs. I shuddered, toes curling in my knee-high socks. I whimpered, thrusting the dildo into my cunt over and over again. I shuddered at the feel of the fleshy shaft reaming me out.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I moaned. “I miss your cock in my asshole. Your cum in my pussy. Your jizz on my big tits! I miss it so much. I need a new daddy to fuck me like a dirty whore! Yes, yes, yes!”

The words were so naughty to say as I fucked my asshole harder. Faster.

“Oh, yes, yes, your cock always feels so amazing in my bowels, Daddy! Ooh, yes, yes! I’m going to cum on your big dick. You love it when I cum on you!”

I thrust the dildo into my asshole faster and faster. I quivered, squeezing my bowels around the dildo. The pleasure swept through me. It felt so incredible. I groaned, my face twisting in delight. I groaned again, savoring the heat of this moment. It was fantastic. I shuddered, savoring every last second of it. Every last moment of having my asshole reamed by the toy.

My pussy drank it all in. My orgasm swelled in me. The volcanic pressure built and built in my cunt. Molten juices spilled down my thighs. I hoped the men could see just how dripping wet I was. My boobs shook. My face burned from all the blood.

I felt light-headed, which only swelled my orgasm faster and faster. I slammed the dildo into my asshole and then drew it back. I clung to that naughty toy. It felt so incredible in me. I screamed, on the verge of exploding with ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Daddy! I miss you, Daddy. Be my new daddy and fuck my ass and pussy! Spank me when I’m bad! Make me suck your cock and drink your cum! Or lead me around by my nipple piercings, Daddy!”