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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
23,331
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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The Path to Auction
AN: these are my original characters please DO NOT take and use them in your own story with out my permission! Also DO NOT flame me for my story! I warned you all that it was GRAPHIC! Continue reading at your OWN risk!
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Chapter Six
The Path to Auction
When Cassandra awoke she was back in the dingy room she had been in when she first arrived. She didn’t know how long she had been left chained to the table and didn’t care to know, for that matter. As best she could tell Seth had gotten away and the dawn was breaking. Cassandra did not have much time to sit and ponder what had happened the night before or to wonder how Ginny was. The large stone door opened wide and the pot bellied man stood in the opening. “Come on wench, get up.” He said wrenching her to her feet. “You leave for the auctions today.” The man led Cassandra through many corridors and finally outside. It was so bright and Cassandra had been kept in the dungeons for so long that she had forgotten what it was like to be outside. The pot-bellied man bound Cassandra and tossed her into the back seat of the car that was out front. The pot bellied man looked to another who was hooded, “Everything is set, remember you have two days to make it to the auctions. No excuses!” The hooded man nodded and climbed into the front and they took off down the road. Cassandra did her best to sit up and watch what was going on, she hopped she would recognize something. After driving all day they stopped and the hooded man set up camp. He pulled Cassandra from the car and set her next to the fire. “Stay here, I’ll be back.” The man turned around to retrieve a box from the car and was only gone a few moments, not enough time to even attempt an escape. The man sat down next to her and began to pull things from the box, soon the smell of food drifted to Cassandra and for the first time in days she realized that she had not eaten. The man served him self and sat eating the wonderful smelling food in front of her. Cassandra attempted to obtain some of it and was sorely sorry she had. When she leaned forward to attempt to taste what ever was cooking the man backhanded Cassandra sending her to the hard ground. Her cheek now held a lovely bruise to match all of the cuts and scrapes her body was covered in.
The man was soon finished eating and not long after he was done packing most of everything away Cassandra realized that it was not straight to bed for them. The man pounced on Cassandra causing her to scream and slam into the tree that was behind her. The man quickly ripped the thin ratty dress from Cassandra’s bruised and battered form. Cassandra shivered and attempted to curl into a ball and shield herself. This caused her receive a hard smack from a long leather whip the man now held in his hand. The whip cracked across Cassandra’s bear backside and then again across the tops of her breasts. Cassandra screamed in pain. It was obvious the man was enjoying her pain because the more she screamed the harder he hit. Welts began to form where the whip had once stung, that was if it had not torn her delicate skin. Once her body was bleeding and covered in welts the man stopped beating her, he had something better in mind. He ripped his pants down to his knees and forced his way into Cassandra’s anus. He plunged deep inside her causing her to scream. The man soon placed three fingers into her now moist cunt. His fingers followed the same fast pace as the rest of his body. Cassandra cried and screamed, she begged the man to stop and let her go. Every time she begged him he slapped her hard, he’d hit her face, her ass, anywhere his hand could reach. This was clearly exciting him and he soon sped up. He made a few more strokes before he pulled out and released his fluid all over Cassandra’s breasts and face. The man stood and dressed, he grabbed a bottle full of water and tossed it to Cassandra along with her dress. “Clean your self up whore.” His cold voice rang out in the silence. Cassandra cleaned and dressed and sat huddled waiting for morning, as bad as it seemed she could not wait to get to the auctions, anything to get away from the pain. Cassandra did not sleep at all that night she instead stayed all night thinking of how to get away.
Morning broke too early for the hooded man. He dressed and loaded the vehicle quickly. He then grabbed Cassandra and threw her into the back seat of the car. “Sit down and shut up.” The man said harshly. Cassandra did as she was told not wanting to experience a repeat of last night. She had tried desperately to clean up last night but failed, there was too much blood covering her body. She had bruises from the chains and then even more welts from her attack last night. She had never felt as used as she did now. Her tattered dress barely covered her more feminine parts. In an attempt to straighten up Cassandra pulled her hair up but the lacerations on her face caused most of it to be stuck to it in clumps. After traveling about half the day the man stopped and forced Cassandra out of the car.” We’re walking the rest of the way.” He said gruffly taking her arm and pulling her along. She went willingly for about half of the trip before she decided to fight and attempt to get free. She realized now that it was a stupid idea. He wasn’t going to play around with her. He had grabbed the chain around her neck and brought her to her knees. He then bound her arms and legs to a chain around her waist and attached that to her collar. The hooded man drug her across the forest ground the rest of the way to the auction house. She could feel all of the rocks and bits of tree trunk slicing and ripping the flesh on her back and legs. The pain seared her skin and she soon began begging to be released again, furthering irritating the man. “Would you shut up?” the man bellowed. “I can’t stand your screaming and whimpering anymore.” The man continued to drag Cassandra along a path through the woods, which were quickly dissipating. “AWW! Shut up already! We’re almost there, I can’t have you kicking and screaming when I bring you in.” Cassandra stopped her screaming, “Well if you would stop dragging me and let me go you wouldn’t have to deal with it now would you?” The man laughed. “You just don’t get it do you bitch? “His voice was cold and uncaring. “Your being taken to the slave house. Your to be sold to the highest bidder to pay off your fathers debts. Your going to be someone’s own personal pleasure slave.” The man cackled and continued to drag Cassandra along the path and up to the door.
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AN: Thank you for all your comments and as promised here is the next chapter! Keep those reviews comming, even if you hate my story and find me repulsive and want to know what possessed me to write such a story. Please let me know what you realy think of my work! After a few more reviews and I'll get chapters 7 adn 8 posted!
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Chapter Six
The Path to Auction
When Cassandra awoke she was back in the dingy room she had been in when she first arrived. She didn’t know how long she had been left chained to the table and didn’t care to know, for that matter. As best she could tell Seth had gotten away and the dawn was breaking. Cassandra did not have much time to sit and ponder what had happened the night before or to wonder how Ginny was. The large stone door opened wide and the pot bellied man stood in the opening. “Come on wench, get up.” He said wrenching her to her feet. “You leave for the auctions today.” The man led Cassandra through many corridors and finally outside. It was so bright and Cassandra had been kept in the dungeons for so long that she had forgotten what it was like to be outside. The pot-bellied man bound Cassandra and tossed her into the back seat of the car that was out front. The pot bellied man looked to another who was hooded, “Everything is set, remember you have two days to make it to the auctions. No excuses!” The hooded man nodded and climbed into the front and they took off down the road. Cassandra did her best to sit up and watch what was going on, she hopped she would recognize something. After driving all day they stopped and the hooded man set up camp. He pulled Cassandra from the car and set her next to the fire. “Stay here, I’ll be back.” The man turned around to retrieve a box from the car and was only gone a few moments, not enough time to even attempt an escape. The man sat down next to her and began to pull things from the box, soon the smell of food drifted to Cassandra and for the first time in days she realized that she had not eaten. The man served him self and sat eating the wonderful smelling food in front of her. Cassandra attempted to obtain some of it and was sorely sorry she had. When she leaned forward to attempt to taste what ever was cooking the man backhanded Cassandra sending her to the hard ground. Her cheek now held a lovely bruise to match all of the cuts and scrapes her body was covered in.
The man was soon finished eating and not long after he was done packing most of everything away Cassandra realized that it was not straight to bed for them. The man pounced on Cassandra causing her to scream and slam into the tree that was behind her. The man quickly ripped the thin ratty dress from Cassandra’s bruised and battered form. Cassandra shivered and attempted to curl into a ball and shield herself. This caused her receive a hard smack from a long leather whip the man now held in his hand. The whip cracked across Cassandra’s bear backside and then again across the tops of her breasts. Cassandra screamed in pain. It was obvious the man was enjoying her pain because the more she screamed the harder he hit. Welts began to form where the whip had once stung, that was if it had not torn her delicate skin. Once her body was bleeding and covered in welts the man stopped beating her, he had something better in mind. He ripped his pants down to his knees and forced his way into Cassandra’s anus. He plunged deep inside her causing her to scream. The man soon placed three fingers into her now moist cunt. His fingers followed the same fast pace as the rest of his body. Cassandra cried and screamed, she begged the man to stop and let her go. Every time she begged him he slapped her hard, he’d hit her face, her ass, anywhere his hand could reach. This was clearly exciting him and he soon sped up. He made a few more strokes before he pulled out and released his fluid all over Cassandra’s breasts and face. The man stood and dressed, he grabbed a bottle full of water and tossed it to Cassandra along with her dress. “Clean your self up whore.” His cold voice rang out in the silence. Cassandra cleaned and dressed and sat huddled waiting for morning, as bad as it seemed she could not wait to get to the auctions, anything to get away from the pain. Cassandra did not sleep at all that night she instead stayed all night thinking of how to get away.
Morning broke too early for the hooded man. He dressed and loaded the vehicle quickly. He then grabbed Cassandra and threw her into the back seat of the car. “Sit down and shut up.” The man said harshly. Cassandra did as she was told not wanting to experience a repeat of last night. She had tried desperately to clean up last night but failed, there was too much blood covering her body. She had bruises from the chains and then even more welts from her attack last night. She had never felt as used as she did now. Her tattered dress barely covered her more feminine parts. In an attempt to straighten up Cassandra pulled her hair up but the lacerations on her face caused most of it to be stuck to it in clumps. After traveling about half the day the man stopped and forced Cassandra out of the car.” We’re walking the rest of the way.” He said gruffly taking her arm and pulling her along. She went willingly for about half of the trip before she decided to fight and attempt to get free. She realized now that it was a stupid idea. He wasn’t going to play around with her. He had grabbed the chain around her neck and brought her to her knees. He then bound her arms and legs to a chain around her waist and attached that to her collar. The hooded man drug her across the forest ground the rest of the way to the auction house. She could feel all of the rocks and bits of tree trunk slicing and ripping the flesh on her back and legs. The pain seared her skin and she soon began begging to be released again, furthering irritating the man. “Would you shut up?” the man bellowed. “I can’t stand your screaming and whimpering anymore.” The man continued to drag Cassandra along a path through the woods, which were quickly dissipating. “AWW! Shut up already! We’re almost there, I can’t have you kicking and screaming when I bring you in.” Cassandra stopped her screaming, “Well if you would stop dragging me and let me go you wouldn’t have to deal with it now would you?” The man laughed. “You just don’t get it do you bitch? “His voice was cold and uncaring. “Your being taken to the slave house. Your to be sold to the highest bidder to pay off your fathers debts. Your going to be someone’s own personal pleasure slave.” The man cackled and continued to drag Cassandra along the path and up to the door.
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AN: Thank you for all your comments and as promised here is the next chapter! Keep those reviews comming, even if you hate my story and find me repulsive and want to know what possessed me to write such a story. Please let me know what you realy think of my work! After a few more reviews and I'll get chapters 7 adn 8 posted!