Part three of Peter's night at the auction. What will his life be like now that he no longer has his wife. This story most certainly deals with non consensual sex and human trafficking. Feel free to comment, message, or vote.

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Peter started his walk down the back hallway. In front of him was a guard who was leading him to Peter’s new little slave girl for whom he just spent six figures. Behind him, he could no longer see but was able to still hear his wife being beaten on stage while the rest of the men in attendance were attempting to buy her.  

As they reached the back door, there was a small holding area. The college girl, his owned slave, was waiting. Her wrists cuffed behind her back. The guard looked down at her, but her eyes were directed to the floor.

“Stand, cunt!” The guard stated. He had no regard for this woman or any of the others who were there. She stood up, knowing she had no choice. The guard grabbed her arm roughly as he opened the door. In the cold of the night, with the crisp breeze hitting her naked flesh, she immediately developed goosebumps over her body. “I’ll walk your goods to your car and give you the key to the cuffs but then you are on your own.” 

“Should she maybe have a coat?” Peter asked. 

“Let me give you a bit of advice,” the guard replied, he briefly looked over at Peter as he spoke. “This cunt has a family, friends, her own life. She wants nothing more than to get away from the likes of a man who would buy her at a sex trafficking auction. You shouldn’t worry about whether she might be a bit chilly, you should worry about her stabbing you and running.”

They reached Peter’s car. As before, the parking lot was rather empty. Peter was grateful that there weren’t a whole lot of witnesses to see him take possession of her, even if none of them cared as they were all there to try to buy a slave, too.

“Front seat or trunk?” The guard asked. 

“Ahh… front seat,” Peter said, with no certainty in his voice. 

“Not surprising,” the guard sighed. He led the girl to the passenger side as Peter unlocked the doors. She was unceremoniously thrown into Peter’s black Lexus and the guard closed the door without another word. Peter took a breath before turning on the vehicle. He leaned over to buckle his slave in. 

“He’s fucking right you know!” She yelled. “The only reason I don’t bite you right now and find a way to get this door open to get the hell out of here is that I’m sure they have cameras. Take me back to your gated community first, then I’ll get free.”

Peter was many things. He was horny. He was upset at himself. He was mourning the loss of his wife from his life, which was, of course, his own fault. He had been stupid. He was the horny pervert that he had been so disgusted by at the start of the night. As she spoke, he felt white hot rage. 

“Listen bitch!” Peter uttered, attempting to vocalize his rage without raising his voice. His hand found her hard nipple, it was erect from the cold. She gasped as he took hold of it. “You think you are the only one who has experienced loss. I lost my wife at the hands of these fuckers. You are her replacement. I loved her, I don’t give a shit about you. But I paid good money for you, so don’t for a second think that you are going anywhere.”

“Please…” she whispered. Peter twisted her tender nipple as he was excited to hear her beg and moan. When he had seemed kind and caring, she thought that some aggression would allow her to gain the upper hand. Her attitude only served to awaken something he had known to be inside him. She, in turn, had quickly gone from being a bitch who was sure of her escape to being afraid of what he might do to her. “This isn’t you, don’t hurt me.”

“Ha!” Peter laughed, as he released her nipple and started driving. “You have no clue who I am. You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“So you are going to make me pay for what they did to your wife?” His slave asked.

“I can’t hurt them, but I do own you,” Peter reasoned. 

They sat in silence as he drove. The sounds of classical music, a Mozart symphony, played as Peter calmly navigated to their destination. The streets were mainly deserted at the late hour. Peter was happy that there weren’t many cars out as it might have been suspicious had someone looked in to see there was a naked girl in his car. As he turned off the main road into his neighborhood, she spoke again.

“Gina,” she said.

“What?” Peter replied.

“My name is Gina,” she continued. “If we are going to be together…”  

“We aren’t together. This isn’t a relationship. You aren’t a person. I’ll figure out soon what I’m going to call you, but you no longer have a name,” Peter stated. His house was at the end of the block. His property was larger and longer, which meant that his house was back further from the road and secluded. He pulled into his driveway, unconcerned about anyone seeing his new purchase. He parked in the garage and hit the button to close the garage door before getting out.

Opening the passenger door, Peter hadn’t expected Gina to try to fight, but she did. She propelled her body up out of the seat and towards him. She was planning to headbutt him before finding a way to open the garage door. Peter dodged her at the very last second and his rage returned. He grabbed her, his hand finding her throat. 

“I fucked up tonight!” Peter screamed, only inches from her face. He pushed her back against his car as he held her throat tighter. He enjoyed the feeling of having her life in his hands. Up until this evening, Peter had led a good life and was a terrific person, but all that was about to change. “I should be back home with my wife now but instead I bought you. Crazy for me to think that I was trying to save my wife but I committed a crime, all because you are a fucking sexy, young, virgin slut.”

“Nahh a sluhht,” the words barely escaped her lips. Despite her situation, she needed to object to his characterization of her. 

Peter made out what she had whispered. She was a virgin, of course she wasn’t a slut. But he planned to make her into a slut. He reached down with his free hand, brushing against her soft skin, and roughly inserting his fingers between her labia. She was wet. He removed his fingers and brought them to her lips. 

“Your mouth says you aren’t but your wet pussy says you are,” Peter suggested. She tried to turn away from him but his dominant right hand held her steady. She clamped her mouth shut to avoid him sticking his finger inside her mouth. “You should get used to tasting yourself, you’ll be tasting your juices off of my cock soon.”

“Mm-mm,” a muffled no came from Gina’s clenched mouth. She wanted to, needed to continue to fight him, but she also had no idea how she might stop him. He seemed to tire of choking her in the garage because he pulled her away from his car and escorted her into his house. His hands held one of her wrists and her shoulder as he led her to his bedroom. Fighting was no longer the priority, regaining her breath was. 

She soon found herself positioned on the bed. Her wrists still cuffed behind her back, she was on her knees, her head pressed against his memory foam mattress. He slowly undressed as he stared at her tight, virgin holes. He stood behind her, which made it hard for her to see his muscular body, his six-pack, and his 8 inch cock. 

“You don’t have to do this,” she pleaded. Gina’s head was turned to the side allowing her to speak. “Your wife wouldn’t want you to do this.”

“My wife was abducted, beaten, and abused!” Peter yelled, his hand smacking her ass as he spoke. “She’s gone now. It’s just you and me, cunt.”

Peter was painfully engorged. He had cum only a few short hours ago and felt spent from the long, emotional night, but he was excited to break in his new toy. He rubbed the tip of his purple head against the folds of her pussy lips. He felt her wetness. She couldn’t see him but she was starting to sense just how large he was.

“No... no,” her voice growing ever more desperate. She felt pressure against her virgin hole, his tip starting to slide inside. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. He took his time thrusting his entire length inside her. He took pleasure in breaking her hymen, but her shriek suggested it wasn’t as much fun for her.

“This will hurt,” he calmly explained. He was nearly balls deep inside of her wet pussy. His cock was against her cervix. He knew that as he began to fuck her hard, he was going to hit her cervix on every thrust. “I guarantee you, it will become more pleasurable.”

“Ohhhh…” she gasped. Peter was certain that she had just moaned. It seemed to coincide with the head of his cock rubbing right over her g-spot. His next thrust was slightly faster. He was planning to rail her, but he wanted her to get a bit of enjoyment out of her first time. 

“That’s right, submit to me, my slave!” Peter ordered.

“Mmph…” She attempted to refuse but Peter’s cock was pounding her. Her pussy spread wide as he claimed her body. The feelings were intense, pain… Pleasure. She didn’t want to give into him but her body was betraying her, her pussy was soaked. “Fuck.. never!”

Her refusal came at a price, he spanked her again. He had playfully spanked his wife’s ass on several occasions, but this wasn’t light or playful. This was a signal of ownership. Her flesh belonged to him and soon, her mind would as well. Each spank brought about a yelp from her mouth. She didn’t want him to know how much pain he was causing her. She tried to hold back from making any noise, her pussy stretched but filled with his thick cock, her ass on fire from numerous spanks from his bare hand. As the pain became too much, she turned her head facing directly into the mattress with the hopes that the bed would muffle her screams.

“Time to show you what your sexy body is good for!” Peter stated. He grabbed her long, wavy hair in his hand and pulled her head off the bed as he began railing her. Each thrust was long, withdrawing all but the tip of his cock and ramming it back inside her, smacking her now surely bruised cervix. The pain from being fucked for the first time was more than she could have imagined. She was also so aroused that she felt an orgasm nearing. Peter could tell that she was getting close.

“You may cum!” Peter commanded. Never before had he uttered such words, but now, with an owned slave occupying his bed, he thought it was the right phrase to say. Gina hated it. She didn’t want or need anyone’s permission to cum. The fact that she was close to cumming was horrible enough, but now she really wanted to prevent herself from cumming. 

The problem for Gina was that, not only did Peter have a nice, long cock but he also knew exactly how to use it. She felt so full with his shaft inside her, his engorged head brushing her g-spot. She couldn’t help but get to the edge of her orgasm. She just hoped that he would cum and pull out before she did reach her orgasm. She was half right. Peter started to cum. She could feel his thick engorged cockhead pulsing deep inside her. The throbbing of his cock pushed her over the edge.

“Cum for me! Cum as I fill your womb with my seed!” Peter yelled. Her moans echoed through his bedroom and the upstairs of the house. He felt her tight pussy milking his cock as she came. He flooded the pussy he owned with his semen. It took several minutes for their shared orgasms to subside. She collapsed on the bed as he pulled his still hard cock out off her no longer virgin hole. 

“Suck me!” Peter ordered as he moved next to her mouth. She froze. She had had enough. Gina, the formerly-free cheerleader and college student just wanted this night to end. The unnamed cumslut wanted his cock back inside her pussy. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face until his tip entered her small mouth. “I told you that you’d taste your juices off my cock.”