Slave Auction

[Ozme52]

Naba started at Claudia's shoulders and washed her upper back and down her waist. Naba could feel Claudia's muscles immediately relax under his hands but she acted conflicted as she first looked at his own body and then looked away, hiding her face from him.

Sitting behind her on the rock, he brought his hands around front and worked the lather around her tummy and up to her chest, taking her tits into his hands, hefting their weight as he simultaneously lathered them and stimulating the nipples between his soap s;icked thumbs and fingers. He drew on them, gripping tightly as they slipped from his grasp, only to take them again and again, drawing her to him, forcing her to lean back into his chest as he took liberties with her ample mammaries, and bringing a gasp from her lips.

While continuing to handle her chest with one hand, the other strayed lower and lower, washing its way back to Claudia's stomach... abdomen... to the smooth plane just above her mound, and then lower still...

[Ozme52]

edited to remove the double post....

[Rabbit1]

oh my is there a page 3----LOL yep found it

[Ayla Silver]

((That's always good.))

Claudia felt his touch upon her skin, slowly and deliberately wandering upwards towards her breasts. Her hands, which rested on either side of her, gripped the surface of the rock slightly, as her body tensed. She gasped - in surprise or pleasure, or perhaps both - when he pulled on her nipples, toying with them in a casual, shameless way. The actions caused her to lean back towards him, feeling the warmth of his flesh against hers.

She was aware that he was still washing her while his other hand played. Slowly, she realized its destination. A slight moan escaped her lips as a stroke brushed lightly against her pussy, triggering feelings that had already visited not too long ago. "Please," she said, though whether she was begging him to stop or to continue was not entirely clear, even to her.

[Ozme52]

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[Ozme52]

As Claudia leaned into Naba's chest he wrapped an arm around her small waist as his hand continued its journey to her cleft...

Her gasped plea not withstanding, he washed all around the mons and vulva and then slid his soapy fingers between the lips, searching out and uncovering her little boatman.

Soon he was diddling it as he had Claudia's nipples. Stimulating her clit between his soap slicked thumbs and fingers. He drew on it, gripping tightly as it slipped from his grasp, only to take it again and again, until he had Claudia squirming once again.

[Ayla Silver]

Claudia felt his hand travel shamelessly into her lips, at the same time an arm wrapped itself snugly against her waist. Before she could protest, fingers grasped and then pulled on her clit, repeating the process again and again. Claudia reflexively tightened her grip on the rock, squirming and writhing as gasps and moans simultaneously wracked her body. The steady hold around her waist served as an anchor, however, keeping her lodged firmly where she was. It was much needed.

She didn't try to stop him - she doubted she would be successful - but she squeezed her legs together every now and then, as if that would subdue the feeling inside of her. She was desperately trying to do anything to stop the fiery, burning anticipation that now rested in her loins - that threatened to rise. However, her efforts were in vain. Already, pleasure was beginning to rise, swiftly and surely.

[Ozme52]

Claudia's legs flapped open and shut, alternately giving Naba full access to her pussy and trapping his hand as if in fear of losing the contact he was making.

Naba increased the pressure on her clit and slid his fingers along the cleft of her pussy, playing with her full lips, sliding his fingertips in and out, and tickling the sensitive flesh between her pussy and the rose of her anus... always to return to diddling the nubbin of hardened flesh that made Claudia's body shudder.

"I'll tell you when you can cum girl... not before... and not after."

[Ayla Silver]

"Ohhh...." Claudia moaned, unable to stop herself from releasing some sign of her condition. She arched her back, gasping with the torrent of sensations that filled her mind. The pleasure that he was creating was so strong, so powerful. Every stroke, touch, or caress caused another overwhelming wave of desire and lust to attack her mind. She knew she couldn't take this....this torture much longer. She needed release - she had to have it soon.

"I'll tell you when you can cum girl... not before... and not after."

Those words sunk in, causing indignation to rise, but only halfheartedly, in the mix of all the other emotions. Besides, she'd been stripped of most of her pride already under his brief care. Instead, she remembered the sting of the switch against her bottom when she had disobeyed him earlier. She didn't want to go through that again. Even in the blurry haze of pleasure, Claudia held on to that.

She struggled to fight down the insistent urge in her loins. She was on the brink of orgasm. "Oh please, sir," she begged, before she could stop herself. "Let me cum. Please, let me cum..."

[Ozme52]

Naba almost thrilled when Claudia began to beg, to be allowed to cum.

Training this one will be a pleasure.

Naba's lips moved close to Claudia's ear. His breathe carressed her lobe. Naba's hand became became insistent between Claudias gaping thighs as he bent her to his will and frigged her clit with renewed vigor.

"Cum!! Cum for me NOW!!"

[Ayla Silver]

Claudia felt his breath upon her skin, as he spoke into her ear, telling her to cum. At the same time, the sensations between her legs grew into an compelling crescendo, as his motions became more insistent. And Claudia obeyed. She didn't think she could hold on much longer anyways.

Claudia moaned with gratification as she allowed herself to finally slide into the waves of overpowering pleasure that had teased and taunted her for so long. Again, Claudia's mind was filled by that one driving, uncontrollable passion, and in those moments, she knew nothing else. Her body responded the same was as her mind, spasming with pleasure and ecstasy. She did not cry out like last time, but contented noises definitely did escape her lips.

[Ozme52]

Naba felt Claudia's whole body shudder in his grip, and he felt a visceral pleasure in it. He felt his own prick begin to grow once again turgid as her body quaked and a low moan escaped her lips.

As her orgasm began to subside Naba contemplated forcing her to have another orgasm... and another, but decided to save that particular little torture for another time...

He reached for the small woven basket among the bathing items and scooped up water, once again amazed at the quality and tightness of the basket's weave, and proceeded to rinse Claudia's body of the soap he'd applied... and the sweat he'd induced.

The soapy rinse sluiced down her natural curves, leaving a clean sheen to her skin as her still hardened nipples crinckled even more under the cool rinse water. He stood her up and quickly washed her thighs and legs. A bit unsteady on her feet, her hands rested on his shoulders for balance as barely audible moans escaped her lips as he massaged the day's efforts from her legs. His hands roved up and down her long legs and he teased her further bumping her sensitive crotch at the top of every stroke.

When splashed water up in his cupped hands to rinse between her legs wondering if the water cooled or inflamed her desire... and finished rinsing her legs.

He stood up facing her, grinned as his cock bobbed lazily between them, and handed her the soap pot.

"Now... You wash me."

[Ayla Silver]

Claudia's brief pleasure had barely faded before she felt the entirely different sensation of cool water fall upon her shoulders and slide down her body, the liquid flowing across her rather abundant curves. It caressed her breasts and sensitive nipples, causing them to further react, before sliding down her stomach and to her waist. The water parted here, half continuing its course on her legs and the other hanging becoming droplets in her triangle of red hair. The fluid also reached her crotch, where its touch contrasted greatly with the fire before.

Then she was made to stand up. Her legs were still weak from the passion that had visited them moments before. She held onto his shoulders for support while she regained her balance. The action caused her to move slightly closer to him. At the moment, it was of little consequence to her. He then proceeded to wash her again. Absentmindedly, Claudia realized this was the third time she'd been washed today. I just can't seem to stay clean, she thought to herself dryly, amused despite the circumstances. All her witticism left her, however, when his strokes moved to her legs. She was unable to stop another moan as his hands massaged and soothed her, relaxing the tension. His hand touched her crotch every now and then, causing her to shudder with pleasure every time. Gasps accompanied these when the splash of the water hit her, causing her to even jump a little.

Finally, he was done. Claudia guess that her ordeal would probably be over now, and that she'd be allowed to rest. She didn't know if she thought of that as a good or a bad thing. She was entirely surprised, then, when he handed her the basket. Her eyes widened at his words. "W-wash you?" she repeated, as if without comprehension.

Considering that she had just been dragged around, beaten harder than she ever had been in her life, and washed from head to toe by a stranger, her reaction to this simple request was rather odd - even humorous. The thought of that allowed Claudia to banish thoughts of Resistance and do as he said. All she had to do was wash him. That couldn't be too hard, right? She took the basket from him in her shy, hesitant way and set it next to her. She dipped the washcloth into the water. Then, feeling very awkward and clumsy, she raised the cloth to his chest and made a downward stroke, watching him to see if she was following his instructions correctly.

[Ozme52]

"What's the matter? You've never washed anyone before? Or maybe just never washed a man before?"

Naba grasped Claudia's wrist and guided her to gather a dollop from the soap pot and back to his chest where the soap began lathering.

"Wash"

Naba watched with bemusement as Claudia took a bit more initiative... and enjoyed the feeling of her hands as they began to work on his upper torso.

"Wash"

[Ayla Silver]

He was right. Claudia had never washed anyone before. There had never been a need to in the lifestyle she had been leading. James had never demanded any such thing, and she was completely new to such procedures. Before she had time to answer Naba's questions, however, he had taken her hand in his, guiding her back to the basket, then to his chest.

Claudia gripped the washcloth tightly and began to wash him. The strokes went to his chest, moved down, then started over again. It wasn't very efficient, and neither was it done with any ease, but Claudia was far from easy - in fact, much the opposite. Her movements were not as firm as his, but they were much gentler. After a while, when she had not yet been admonished, she grew a little bolder and started washing other areas as well. First were the shoulders, then sides, and lastly, his waist. She could not help noticing Naba's lean muscles along the way, and several times, a rosy blush appeared in her cheeks. She then hesitated, glancing at him, since the pattern she had followed called for her to move lower still.

[Ozme52]

Naba nodded and she continued lower still. The first part had been refreshing. Naba enjoyed being washed almost as much as he enjoyed a good massage from an attentive slave trained in the art.

He knew that Claudia would grow better at it with practice.

Now, as she began to move her attentions below his waist, he watched with anticipation to see how she handled herself... as she navigated his lower torso and legs... and how she would eventually deal with his slowly rising lingam.

[Ayla Silver]

Claudia again found herself hesitating. The cloth stopped somewhere above his lower torso as she steeled herself forward. It will all be over if I finish, she assured herself, and then I can rest and have a good night's sleep. This is all I have to do. These thoughts in her mind enabled her to continue her task. Still, she washed his legs first, carefully avoiding the area between them. She worked slightly slower than before, as if trying to delay the inevitable. Finally, when his legs could be cleaned no more, she moved reluctantly towards his genitals.

She couldn't do this. She knew she just couldn't. And yet, she had to. This was ridiculous. She had allowed him to play with her moments before and even orgasmed - twice - under the circumstances. But this was different. Before, those things had been done to her. This she had to do herself. Claudia bit her lip uncertainly, her gaze cast downwards so that she could avoid looking at his private parts. At the same time, she couldn't help noticing his lithe muscles, his strong form, his... Claudia realized that her stare had trailed back to his cock, and was surprised to find it quite hard. She quickly looked away.

One part of her mind was screaming for her to submit, to just do it, to please him and to be done with it all. The other part shrank from the task and called for her to refuse - to hold on to a shred of dignity, to remember her past. And Claudia gave in and submitted. Her hands moved towards him once more.

[Ozme52]

As Claudia finally reached for his lingam, Naba took a half step forward, putting her eye to eye, so to speak, with his hardening lingam.

"Wash it clean... Then return to me the pleasure I gave you."

[Ayla Silver]

His words echoed in Claudia's mind. "Return the pleasure"? She tried not to dwell on it. Instead, she lifted the washcloth, meaning to continue her task. She was stopped, however, as he took it away from her, putting it back into the basin. "Use your hands," was the only explanation.

Claudia's eyes widened slightly, but, having already overcome the hardest part, she accepted the order more calmly than would have been expected. She had already decided that she would finish - with or without a washcloth couldn't make much of a difference.

Claudia raised her hand towards his organs, her hand wavering and nervous. Her fingers brushed against his cock lightly, as she attempted to turn the gesture into a more convincing stroke. She dipped her hands into the water, then brought them up again. She closed her eyes, then ran her fingers across his cock, allowing the water to transfer from her touch. She repeated the process, dipping her hands back into the water every now and then. Her contact became less fleeting and uncertain as time passed.

[Ozme52]

Naba watched Claudia's face, her eyes, closely as she explored his hardening cock and his balls with her hands. Her early hesitations became fewer as she became used to handling his meat and became more confident.

Naba caressed Claudia's hair, stroked her cheek, slowly drew her even closer. He saw her nostrils flare... her eyes opened... widened.

"You are doing good. Don't stop."

[Ayla Silver]

Claudia jerked slightly when he touched her, but relaxed as his gentle touch washed over her and he pulled her closer to him. She was a bit unnerved that the contact soothed her so, and surprised when his words calmed and encouraged her. Her eyes flickered up to study his for a fleeting moment, then quickly dropped.

Claudia's hands began their task again, sliding down to stoke and wash his organs. Her confidence had doubled at his words, and she lost more of her inhibition. Her fingers wandered over his flesh in a light and tantalizing pattern, now and then pausing for a longer caress or stroke. Slowly, the light brush became a momentary massage, and the occasional caress became more and more usual.

[Ozme52]

Naba cock rose to its full height and length, stiff within Claudia's hands. He let his hips begin to move back and forth, further lengthening the stroke as Claudia explored the now throbbing bulk of his organ.

Naba's inhaled through his flaring nostrils as he slowly filled his lungs, maintaining as much control as he could... and let his breath slip from between his lips as he emptied them. None-the-less, he could feel his balls begin to tighten and his thighs began the slightest quiver... in anticipation.

[Ayla Silver]

Claudia felt his organs react to her touch, and despite herself, felt a thrum of content ease into her hammering heart. It had always been like this. She had always enjoyed giving pleasure more than receiving it - and this, it seemed, was no exception. Though she had always avoided the fact, it had lingered in her mind, bothering her that she thought first to please others instead of herself. Now it was more plain than ever.

As Naba's reactions intensified, Claudia movements followed similarly. Her fingers stroked the length of his cock slowly but sensuously, starting at the base, moving lightly across to the head, and then repeating the pattern. Her hands carressed his organs gently, her touch soft and tender. She glanced up at him a few times, as if making sure she was pleasing him.

[Ozme52]

"Yessss, very good." Claudia's hands were actually very talented... and despite the recent abuses she had suffered during her brief stay with her previous captors, her hands were remarkably soft and smooth, a sign of her prior status.

"Very good. Keep going. Until you make me cum." Naba's hips began bucking his cock through her fingers and hands... his cockhead began to turn a deeper red and his peehole expanded... ready to shoot his jism into her hands. Naba shifted on his feet, aiming himself directly at her.

"Nearly there..."

[Claw]

Enjoyed reading it...and ready for the next installment.

[Ayla Silver]

((Thanks ))

Ayla's hands continued their soft, relaxing motions over Naba's increasingly aroused organs, her fingers running along the length of his cock, carressing and stroking. Her sense of enjoyment in giving him pleasure only grew as he encouraged her with his words, and her actions responded with further enthusiasm. Her soothing touch, tender and dove-like, soon coupled with the occasional massage or gentle squeeze. As always, she was attentive and heedful of how he reacted to her actions.

[Ozme52]

"Finish me now... you know what you need to do."

[Ayla Silver]

The truth was, Claudia really didn't. Her experience in such areas were...limited, to say the best. The soothing motions that her fingers created wavered slightly, and she asked, feeling like a small, ignorant child, "What - What do I do?"

[Ozme52]

Naba scowled. How could she be so naive.

"Stroke it silly girl. Stroke it and squeeze it with your hands. Put your hands together and pretend your hands are a pussy..."

[Ayla Silver]

Claudia blushed. She hated for anyone to be displeased or disappointed in her, and, horribly enough, the same principles seemed to apply to this situation as much as any.

She resented the way he commanded her in such an offhand manner and how she obeyed so easily - but especially how a small part of her enjoyed it, in a way. Her hands settled themselves on Naba's cock and did as he said. Her soft fingers stroked sensuously along the length of his organ a few more times, seemingly with more urgency than before. Her hands wrapped themselves around his cock, squeezing and massaging every part of him - top to bottom and then back, rubbing and kneading ceaselessly.