20. The Auction
(Rabbit Island, by Aurelius)
During their trip back to the Lodge, Emma had become quite adept at driving and
whipping the fine muscular rumps of the pony-girls that pulled them along. Her
face beamed with pride when her companion, Master Alex, declared her a
'natural'.
"I'd gladly trade in my Porsche for a pony-girl pair like these." Emma announced
to Alex, besotted by this new form of transportation.
"That would raise a few eyebrows next time you're shopping on Rodeo Drive!" Alex
laughed. "Beside, how much does a Porsche cost? A hundred thousand dollars
maybe? The two pony-girls in this afternoon's auction could sell for twice that
amount!"
He continued to set her straight. "Dan wouldn't let you have a pony-girl. Unless
you've got the right environment, facilities and trained staff, a pony-girl
would soon fall into physical decline. They need a purpose in their lives
otherwise they're unhappy. Here on the island we can make sure they get at least
five miles running every day, and they run knowing they perform a valued role.
Apart from a handful of bicycles they are the only transport we have on the
island."
They both looked ahead of them admiring the pony-girls debbie and linda,
trotting purposefully onwards; pulling their trap and its passengers with a
strong, perfectly synchronised stride. Alex conceeded that both their rear views
looked gorgeous running in their tight corsets, even though his purist
sensibilities considered corsets to be 'unponylike'.
Within ten minutes they were back in the grounds of the Lodge, where
preparations were being made for the afternoon's barbecue and auction. As they
pulled up Frank was waiting to take control of his ponies. Like all drivers he
became very anxious when his ponies were in someone else's hands.
As Alex was helping Emma down from the trap he noticed with a satisfied grin the
tell-tale green marks on the knees of her white jodhpurs. "I hope Dan won't mind
about those grass stains. It looks so obvious."
"Of course he won't mind. I shall wear these stains with pride." she reassured
him. "I hope you'll tell Dan that my performance was satisfactory."
They parted with a kiss, Master Alex to attend a brief committee meeting, Emma
to seek out some more fun things to do.
It didn't take Emma long to find something else to amuse her. She spotted two of
her best friends sunbathing by the swimming pool.
"Hey girls, mind if I join you?" Emma called out.
"Of course not, this sun-lounger is free." replied Donna, pointing to the vacant
place next to her. "I'll order you something to drink while you get changed into
your bikini."
"Yummy! A cold glass of Rabbit Island lemonade would be lovely... actually I
won't be sunbathing, I'm hoping to go out on another pony ride soon." Emma
replied, concocting an excuse to avoid removing her clothes. That chastity belt
was turning out to be a damned inconvenience. Potentially embarrassing as well,
considering she was supposed to be a domme!
One of the delectable blonde pussy-girls soon appeared carrying Emma's lemonade
on a tray. She wore just a skin-tight white swimming costume and looked so
fantastic that Donna and Meryl agreed they would have to punish the girl later
that night.
"Lemonade for you, Madame?" The pussy-girl asked, placing the glass down on a
small table. "And would you like the services of the foot bunny?" She gestured
with her eyes towards the row of three naked bunnies kneeling at the end of each
of the three sun-loungers.
Two of the bunnies were already attending to the feet of Emma's friends. The
bunnies had been well-trained in the art of pedilingus; their tongues probing
between and around the toes, licking the soles of the feet and sucking hungrily
on the toes. Each bunny was secured into their usual handcuffs behind her back
attached by a long chain to her leather collar. Nipple clamps were fixed by a
chain to the base of the sun-lounger to ensure the bunny stayed in the correct
position to carry out her job.
With the assistance of the pussy-girl, Emma removed her riding boots and
stretched out happily on the sun-lounger. Before moving off to attend to other
guests, the pussy-girl gave each of the three bunnies' buttocks a harmless
stroke with her light whip. "No slacking in your duties or you'll feel my whip
again", the pussy-girl commanded the bunniesDonn pussy-girl's threat was as
unconvincing as her whipping technique. After all, she was just a submissive
herself. Donna and Meryl looked at each other with a knowing smiling; tonight
they would teach the pussy-girl what a real whipping was all about.
"My foot bunny is quite cute, don't you think?" Emma asked her companions and
looking down at the blonde, pigtailed kelly (one of Jessica's companions from
the beach). Kelly's tongue was vigorously exploring the petite and attractive
feet in her care, causing a squeal of delight from the easily excitable Emma.
"She's from England. The way she speaks is so cute, like a character out of
Dickens." Meryl informed her. "From the Aist Ind of London apparently."
"The East End!" Emma laughed at her friend's jibe, and looked down at the
reddening face of the bunny sucking her toes. "Well, she's sure reached Hard
Times now!" she chuckled.
Emma's less well-read friends didn't understand the last remark, but kelly
seemed to, and the teasing had left her on the verge of tears. On seeing how
upset kelly was, Emma sat up and whispered something in the bunny's ear before
they resumed their respective positions. She'd given kelly a quick reminder
about the punishments meted out to tearful bunnies and that seemed to do the
trick. Bunny kelly had regained her composure and there soon developed an
unspoken rapport between the two of them. They had taken an instant liking to
each other.
"Say, Emma how is your slave girl getting on while you are away from home?",
Meryl asked.
"Oh, chrissie is fine. We've put her in a very nice kennels for a couple of
weeks. They are very strict with their girls, but it will make her all the
happier to see Dan and me when we return. It's only another month before her
contract ends. As agreed, we've paid off all her credit cards bills and put some
money on deposit for her, so she probably won't want another year as a
slavegirl. I think she's had fun with us, although we've been very tough on her
at times. Dan says I've got to learn to be very strict if I want to have a real
non-consensual slave."
Emma continued as they lounged lazily in the warm sunshine. "Actually, I've
already suggested to chrissie that if she wants another slave contract she could
apply to Rabbit Island. She could really benefit from some sunshine after a year
cooped up in our basement."
"Are they still issuing slave contracts? I heard their kidnapping division was
so successful they didn't need to offer contracts any longer. Best not to mix
the two in my opinion." Donna said, never short of gossip or opinions.
"Maybe Dan will buy something for you at the auction, they usually offer some
lovely young girls, although the prices could be sky-high today", said Meryl.
"With Dan's credentials I think you could rent a non-consensual from here, or
perhaps you could trade in chrissie?"
Emma looked at her friend, screwing up her nose in disgust. "Meryl! I'd never
break the terms of a contract. Chrissie will be freed on October 31st as stated
in our contract. If she wants to negotiate with Rabbit Island then that is
entirely her choice.
As the conversation fell silent Emma, Meryl and Donna laid back and closed their
eyes, the latter two topping up their suntans, Emma simply enjoying bunny
kelly's tongue and lips on her feet. As she relaxed her hands slowly reached up
to grab the top edge of the sun-lounger and she began to imagine that they were
firmly tied-up with rope. Just because she had become a mistress, it didn't mean
she had lost her liking for the feel of ropes on her own body!
***
The auction was to be the main event of the afternoon barbecue. The custom was
that no bunnies or other submissives were present during the auction except for
those being sold. Thus a line of around twenty naked females could be seen
staked out spread-eagled in a row on the sandy beach below the Lodge. From above
it looked like a giant line of gently squirming X's. Each bunny wore a black
cotton hood that protected her face from the excesses of the baking hot sun, and
a water soaked rag stuffed in her mouth prior to being firmly taped shut.
A minority of the male guests, particularly those without much interest in the
auction proceedings, took up the special offer available on the beach. It's not
often in life that a man can walk along a beach past a line of twenty naked
spread-eagled females. All human skin colours were available, some with clean
pussies, others trimmed, some of the bodies voluptuous while others were slim
and almost 'boyish'. The dilemma they faced in choosing which one to fuck should
not be underestimated!
The men showed little or no regard for the bunnies' own needs, although they at
least made use of a lubricating spray where necessary. When enduring a tedious
and hot afternoon, tied spread-eagle in the sand, most bunnies would agree that
it was a welcome distraction to have an impersonal cock thrusting within her
vagina; even with little chance of achieving satisfaction for herself
***
One of the side attractions of the barbecue was a large spit-roasted pig,
turning slowly above a wood fire, although perhaps it was the display next to
the roasting pig that got the most attention: An unfortunate naked woman was
also rotating on a spit!
She appeared to be skewered by an inch and a half diameter stainless-steel bar
which went in her vagina and straight out her mouth. The electric turning
mechanism kept her body rotating in sequence with the roasting pig to create a
disturbing effect. Her ankles were tied together with thin wire and to the pole
allowing a slight bend in her knees. Her wrists were tied with the same thin
wire behind her back. The bizarre scenario fooled almost everybody at first
glance and had been known to make some people wretch at the sight of it.
Closer inspection soon revealed its illusion. A supporting bar subtly painted in
the correct flesh tone was welded to the pole some four inches below the portion
between the woman's mouth and pussy. Her body was securely bound with thin wire
to that bar. The effect was similar to the magician's trick of sawing his
assistance in half. Everybody knows it's really not happening but the audience
still enjoys the illusion. Here, the woman was only skewered by a few inches of
the metal in her mouth, vagina and anus.
Alex admired her succulent body as it slowly turned. "Well Jim, your spit
roaster is a big hit with the guests. Judging by some of the reactions here I
think you'll be invited to some great barbecues next summer. You really had some
people fooled."
He took a bite of his pork in a bun. "And the pork is damn good too!" he said
with his mouth still full.
"Thanks Master Alex, although credit for the pork should go to the island's farm
for rearing it. Thanks also for the loan of one of your bunnies, my wife is sure
glad to have the afternoon off the spit. This is the first time I've used
another female, so I'm please to get one with a nice meaty body just like
Annie's.
Alex laughed. "I'm happy to oblige. When I saw you at that barbecue in the
Hamptons your service was so slow I thought you needed an assistant next time,
and who better than your own wife?" He looked admiringly at the attractive
though slightly overweight middle-aged woman. Annie stood at the serving table,
naked except for a sexy little apron, serving up the slabs of succulent pork in
a bread roll. She smiled back, and raised her glass of wine to him, obviously
glad that another woman was on the spit today instead of her.
Master Alex ran his hand over the spitted woman's body as it slowly rotated,
noticing that thick wire used to bind her was causing deep indents in the flesh
of her body and wrists. The wire bindings around her body included one that
circled her chest which was threaded through a piercing in each nipple causing
the breasts to be appear dissected horizontally. It would take at least a week
before the ligature marks would disappear from her body.
Tom proudly showed Alex his latest improvement to the device. "See how the
ankles are tied onto a part of the pole that can slide a little? If your bunny
attempts to straighten her legs it just pushes the dildo further forward into
her pussy."
He demonstrated by moving the bound ankles back and forth repeatedly along the
three inch range, until the spitted woman started to grunt and snort like a pig,
as she had earlier been trained to do. "You see! I think she likes that. I can
even get her to do it to herself if I swat her with the spatula"
Sure enough, with a few sharp hits of the spatula on her body, the spitted
woman's ankles were moving back and forth in an instinctive but hopeless
struggle, and the same snorting and grunting was emitted.
Master Alex felt slightly guilty about 'volunteering' Jessica for this arduous
role, and was sheepishly to keep out of her line of sight, which was fixed
forward by the pole in her mouth. He knew that her wax-filled ears would render
her deaf to any conversations.
The sight of two shiny steel bars invading jessica's pussy and anus, together
with her tight wired bondage was causing a distinct strain in Alex's breeches.
Tom had done a masterful job of trussing her up, cruel though it was. Alex
definitely didn't intend to be in the room when they used the wire-cutters to
free jessica, but had left instructions that it be done in a video monitored
room so he could replay the event at his leisure.
***
When the auction started on the lawns, jessica found she had a good view of the
proceedings, it was just a pity they left the spit slowly turning to ensure her
continuing torment.
Her first surprise was to see hannah fully clothed and unfettered, and happily
holding hands with a man. Jessica was confused how this seemingly rebellious
bunny, the one that seemed so desperate to escape, was suddenly on 'the other
side'.
Hannah came over to see jessica and tenderly caressed her slowly revolving face.
Her explanation fell on jessica's deaf ears, although jessica could sense in
hannah's expression that it was some kind of apology. Jessica felt betrayed. She
grunted angrily and closed her eyes tightly, leaving hannah in no doubt about
what she thought of her. Later jessica would learn that hannah was merely on a
four-week holiday. A non-consensual faker!
The auction took place on a three feet high stage. A naked woman would be
paraded in 'transport chains' while the auctioneer described her temperament,
experience and skills to the assembled buyers.
Jessica didn't recognise the first few bunnies being auctioned. A pussy-girl was
also despatched to a new fate. The fifth bunny to be brought up on to the stage
was maria, looking timid and fearful. Her wrists were chained loosely to the
sides of a belly chain, from which also descended a chain that connected her
ankles.
The auctioneer described maria to the assembled audience: "Next up we have bunny
maria. A voluptuous body, lovely latin skin tones, sensual, docile and obedient.
She's been on the island for nine months since she was traded to us by a former
lover. She has long-established submissive tendencies and is eager to please a
dominant man. She responds well to threats of punishment, but if you need to
apply the whip, you'll find she heals well. Maria's excellent oral skills will
delight men and women alike, as some of you have discovered for yourselves in
the last few days. Her wonderful round breasts have been yielding quality milk
for several months. The capacity could be easily increased for those who like
large breasts. As a low risk non-consensual, maria could, with more training,
take the role of a housemaid in a suitably elegant home. Ladies and Gentlemen,
the bidding starts at $30,000!"
The bidding closed with a rap of the auctioneer's gavel at $55,000. Maria was
escorted swiftly from the stage to be crated for shipping.
A small cage with its lid hinged open awaited her. Her transport chains were
replaced with simple cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Several wide pieces of
surgical tape were placed over her mouth, fully covering the lower half of her
face. The only concession to her comfort was the foam padding on the bottom of
the cage. The handlers lifted her gently into the cage so she was kneeling with
her shins on the padding.
One of the handlers kissed her on the forehead. "Don't worry maria, your buyer
is a good man. You'll be fine." He then pushed her body forward so her breasts
were squashed against her thighs. As he closed the lid of the cage he clipped
her handcuffs to the middle bars of the lid to further compound her captivity.
The small cage was then sealed with a padlock and the various keys to the locks
sealed in an envelope for the attention of her new owner. Maria's cage was
carried by two of the handlers and placed alongside four other cages, each one
containing a bunny secured in the same way as she. Five pairs of frightened eyes
looked out of their cages, each racked with fear at the thought of leaving the
'security' of Rabbit Island.
Emma's rich husband Dan decided not to bid for a pony-girl despite her
impassioned pleading. However, he had arranged a surprise for her: Bunny kelly
would be delivered to their home a few weeks later.
It came as no surprise to see Madame Cavallo successfully bid for the two
pony-girls in the auction. $260,000 secured her the pair. Riccardo was finding
it hard to hold back the tears as he saw his ponies tanya and wendy stripped of
their hard-earned pony accoutrements. It just didn't seem right to him that they
should be chained up and squeezed into the same small cages as if they were
merely bunnies.
It was Master Alex that placed a consoling arm around Riccardo as he walked
forlornly away from the scene.
"I'm visiting Cavallo's place next month so I'll make damn sure she's treating
them well." Alex tried to reassure him. "When you get back from your holiday you
can enjoy the challenge of training a brand new pony-girl, to go with one of the
existing ponies."
As the two men walked past the barbecue catering area, they both cast a knowing
glance over at jessica, still revolving slowly on her spit with only a
half-eaten roast pig for company.
For many of the bunnies that remained on Rabbit Island, life would soon be
changing. There were vacancies to be filled on the farm, the dairy, the stables
and in the domestic quarters of the Lodge.
The bunnies might have felt that the day was the end of an era, but for each of
them it was merely the prelude to a new adventure.
The End
(at least for now...)
(Rabbit Island, by Aurelius. September 2002)
