Chapter 4

Cheryl's mind was working as fast as her fingers, trying desperately to remember where she knew that voice from. All she knew was that she DID know this person, but from where? She finally decided that it didn't matter, though. She was at his mercy; his slave for the weekend, and there wasn't anything she could do... or wanted to do... about it anyway.

The wet grass felt soft on her back as she used one hand to manipulate her already- throbbing clitoris while two, then three fingers of the other hand pistoned in and out. The moonlight glistened off the secretions coating her fingers, and she became aware of how wet she really was. Cheryl could feel not only the wetness on her fingers, but how it seemed to be literally oozing out and dripping down her lewdly splayed thighs. She hoped that her new Master would soon use her for his pleasure, because she knew that any sort of touch would cause her to explode in ecstasy.

Cheryl was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't realize her Master had returned until she felt him grasp her wrists. The handcuffs were removed, replaced with softer, leather restraint. These were, in turn, clipped to the collar around her neck, leaving her naked body totally defenseless. She continued lay quietly as the leg irons were also removed, replaced by a spreader bar which stretched her thighs to their very limit, causing her cramped muscles to scream in pain.

"Go ahead and struggle, Cheryl," his soft voice said. "It won't do you any good. You belong to me, and I'm going to use you for my enjoyment. But first, I want to explore my little piece of slave meat." Every muscle in Cheryl's body tensed when he touched her. First, behind her ear, then slowly drawing a circle down her neck, to the soft skin of her full breasts. Teasing the nipples, never giving them any more than a soft brush, he played with her breasts for a few minutes, grinning as she moaned in heated response. His hands moved softly down her abdomen, past her navel and outward to her hips, touching ever so lightly. Placing the fingers of each hand on her hips, he began rocking his thumbs over her inner thighs, massaging her pubic mound. Cheryl thrust her hips upward, fighting against the bonds that kept her from meeting him, knowing that she would cum soon whether he wanted her to or not. She was simply not going to be able to control herself.

"NO!" he yelled, simultaneously striking her bare belly with the riding crop he'd brought back with him. "YOU - WILL - NOT - CUM - WITH - OUT - PER - MIS - SION!" he screamed, accentuating each syllable with a separate blow. "DO - YOU - UN - DER - STAND?"

He delighted in the way Cheryl's body lurched each time he flailed her, and how rapidly her tits became swollen and red from the blows. He was definitely going to have fun training this one. While Cheryl lay on the ground sobbing, he rolled her over onto her knees, pushing the side of her face into the damp grass.

"If you cum, I will beat you. You are not allowed to cum without your Master's permission!" he commanded, releasing his grip and moving behind her. The moisture between her thighs was clearly visible as knelt on the ground behind her and quickly slid his cock fully into her sopping hole. Cheryl willingly gave her body to her Master, hoping upon hope that he could cum before she was unable to help herself. Fortunately for Cheryl, his excitement had been building since before the auction, and in moments, he shot his first load inside her. His semen dripped from her lewdly splayed thighs, the cunt lips stretched and open, twitching as though gasping for air. He wiped himself off in the crevasse of her ass cheeks.

"This is Position 1," he advised as he unshackled her ankles and wrists, "On your knees, legs spread so everyone can see what a whore you are, face on the ground. You will assume this position whenever greeting me, and upon entering any room in which any of your betters are present. That means everyone, slut, because you are the lowest form of life on earth right now. If there is a dog in the room, you'd better assume this position and show him your submissiveness... You'll be taught other positions as we progress. For now, I simply want you to come with me. Don't bother standing. From now on, you'll be on your knees unless I tell you otherwise. I will explain the other rules later. Now, crawl!"

With that, he grabbed a clump of Cheryl's hair in his hand and virtually drug her across the grass, onto the asphalt drive and to the front of the house. Cheryl could feel the skin on her already bruised knees being abraded by the hard surface as she stumbled to keep up, and began to wonder once again if being in this auction was really a good thing to do.