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Subject: {ASSM} The Auction
Date: Mon,  9 Dec 2002 21:10:04 -0500
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Sometimes I have this dream. The basic story of the dream never really
changes. Sometimes there are slight variations, but the emotions and the
feelings stay constant. I have been having this dream, and a couple of
others, since I was a teenager. I can't say how or why this dream took shape
in my mind. As I fall into a deep sleep, my mind simply creates another
world and takes me there.

This dream always starts with me seated in a small chair in front of an old
wooden dressing table. The room has wooden shutters and the walls are
paneled in teal. It is a small room, filled with objects and smells foreign
to me. It is warm, and the ceiling fan provides only slight relief.  When I
look into the dressing table mirror, I see the olive colored face of a
beautiful young woman. Her flaxen hair is thick and curls around her face
and behind her shoulders. Her cheek bones are high and her eyes are a rich
deep green.  In my dreams mind, I know she is Greek. In the distance I can
hear music playing and the occasional sound of a fog horn. There is the
constant low hum of engines running and I know that I am on a ship. As I
raise my hands to push the hair from my face, I notice my wrists are tightly
bound. Why I am in this small room wearing only a short white shirt, my
dreams mind will not say.  I know only that something is about to happen.

The door opens and a large fat man bursts in holding a big white walking
cane. He is accompanied by two other men, each with large knifes in the
belts. The men smell of drink and smoke.  I can see through the open door
that it is night. There are small beads of sweat on my forehead while the
fat man sweats all over.

He says something in a language I do not understand, and motions to the two
men. They walk over and lift me up by my shoulders and escort me out of the
room and down the hall way. I can smell the sea and feel the salt breeze as
they hurry me along.

The men quickly stop in front of a large closed door. There are four well
groomed armed guards in front of the door. Those guards indicate there is
something of great value inside. One guard opens the door, and the fat man
goes in, then his  two assistants hustle me along. It is a large dark room,
with tables and chairs. The room is full of smoke and the smell of liquor.
There are many men seated and they are drinking, smoking and talking. The
tables are lit only by soft red glowing candles. As the two assistants lead
me towards the center of the room, one man seated at a table reaches out to
try and touch me. The big fat man slams this fellows arm with his big cane
and yells something to him. All the men laugh.

The  assistants lead me to the center of the room and I am lifted up on to a
small pedestal. The fat man yells back at someone and a bright light comes
on from the ceiling. As soon as the light finds me, the men in the room stop
talking and a low murmur goes through the crowd. The fat man just smiles and
raises his big white cane. The room falls quite.  All eyes are now fixed on
him.

The fat man starts talking loudly and fast while pointing his big cane at
me. I do not know what he is saying. Every so often, all the men laugh or
turn and mumble to each other. I can't really see anything with the light
shining in my eyes. I try to block the glare with my tied hands, but the fat
man won't let me. Soon he stops talking and the men start shouting single
words at him. One loud shout from the front, then another even louder shout
from the back. The men start to get worked up. The fat man just smiles. As
the noise level raises, a huge mountain of a man stands up from his table
and walks toward me. I can see a small look of trepidation in the fat man's
sweating brow. The huge man has a long sword in his belt, a mane of mussed
black hair and a bushy long beard. He approaches the fat man and says
something to him. The fat man smiles and raises his open palm  offering the
huge man the freedom to inspect me. The huge man approaches me and I am
scared. He  reaches his sweaty hand out to touch me. Before his hand reaches
me,  the entire room goes completely silent. The huge man notices the
silence and looks around to see what is happening.  Both he and the fat man
stand still. I raise my tied hands to my face to block the glare so I can
see what has so caught their attention. Over to the side of the room, a lone
man sits at a table. He has raised his right hand and the room has gone
still. Nothing in the room moves. All I  hear is the sound of my own blood
as it rushes through my ears.

The lone man slowly rises from his seat and walks towards me. By his thin
physique and the manner of his gate I guess he is a young man. He is wearing
black pants and a clean white shirt. His long black hair is pulled behind
his head into a tight pony tail. His face is clean shaven except for the
thick black hair above his lip. He quietly moves towards me. He radiates a
menacing intensity which everyone in the room can feel.  He appears to be a
Turk, but his skin is lighter in color and he has the green eyes of a Greek.

He stands in front of the fat man and the fat man raises his open palm as if
to bid him to inspect me. He moves next to the pedestal and looks me up and
down. Then, he quickly pulls me off the pedestal and uses his hands to force
open my mouth. He runs his hands all over my body, stopping to squeeze my
breasts and by butt cheeks. He reaches down to pull up my shirt, but I use
my hands to try and stop him. There is a flash of anger in his face and he
grabs my writs and throws them off to the side. The fat man gets anxious and
he moves towards me, but the Turk raises his hand and the fat man moves
away. The man has one last look at me and then turns and walks away. As he
does, he shouts back a single word to the fat man and there is a gasp in the
room. The fat man slaps the huge man on the back and lets out a deep belly
laugh. The fat man raises his cane and points over at the Turk and yells
something to everyone in the room.  The room quickly comes back alive with
men's voices.

The fat man looks at me with satisfaction and then speaks to me in my own
tongue.

 "You are the lucky one," he says.

His two assistants hurry me off the pedestal and back out to the hallway.
They hurry me up stairs to a different part of the ship. A second later the
doors to a large state room are flung open and the two men throw me inside.
They laugh as they close and lock the big doors behind them. I lay on the
wooden floor for only  a minute, when the state room doors burst opened
again.  It is my new master and he has an iron chain in his hand with two
wrist holders. He helps me up off the floor and cuts the ties from my hands.
He pulls off my shirt and I am naked. He looks me over for a minute then
puts each of my writs in the metal cuffs. He holds up the middle of the
chain and links it in a hook hanging from the ceiling. He goes over to the
side wall and pulls on a rope that lifts the hook. As the hook rises it
pulls up my arms so that I am forced to stand on the balls of my feet. He
has me so helpless.

He leave me standing there. I can't see what he is doing, but I hear him
looking for something. He finds what he is searching for and returns to the
center of the room. He stands directly in front of me. He holds a leather
whip in his hand and he lifts it up for me to see. As I look at his whip, he
runs his palm all over my breasts. His hand is strong and my chest sweats
from the heat. His hand mixes with my sweat and his palm glides over all of
me.

He looks at me with a very serious expression on his face. He then asks me a
question, but I do not know what he is saying. He asks again and I just look
at him and shake my head. He gets angry and raises the whip and asks me one
more time, but again I shake my head.  I do not understand him.

That was the last time he would ask as I feel the sharp bit of his whip on
my thigh. He raises the whip again and brings it down flush across the front
of my legs and I let out a short scream. He gets behind me and starts to
whip my ass. I can't get out of the way, because my hands are above my head
and I can only move on the tips of my feet. He alternates the whip with his
touch, running his hands over me and going anywhere he pleases.  The whip
stings my flesh and I jerk about for relief. The position I am in allows me
no hope of protection.

After whipping my ass and the soft tops of my legs, he steps to the front of
me and I can see fresh sweat on his face. His look is agitated and his
expression tense. Again he raises the whip for me to see and asks his
question.

"I don't know,"  I plead, "I don't know what you are saying.." as I shake my
head.

He runs his hands through my hair and continues down the front of my chest
until his hands grip tightly and hold up one of my breasts. He bends over
and sucks the end of my nipple, licking off the beads of sweat.  He grips my
breast tightly and holds up it.  He raises the whip like he is going to
strike the very end my nipple. He feverishly asks his question one more
time. There is real frustration in his voice.

'"I don't know,.." I say "I don't know.." shaking my head.

He raises the whip and looks me in the eyes. In anticipation of the pain I
start crying, "Please, please..., I don't know what you
want...PLEASE..PLEASE!"

As I start to cry, his demeanor changes and he slowly lowers the whip. He
lets go of my breast and looks at me for a second. Then he yells out to
someone in the hallway. In an instant the doors fly open and an armed man
enters with his head bowed. My new master barks an order at him, and the
guard turns with haste and runs from the room.

My new master puts down his whip and starts to try to get me to stop crying.
He pets my ass and quietly says something, but I don't understand. His touch
is now gentle and his voice soft.

A few seconds later, a young Greek cooking girl is brought in. She is sacred
out of her mind as she looks at me tied up an naked. My master looks at her
and then points at me saying something very loudly.  The young servant girls
shakes in his presence. After he stops speaking, he points at me.

The young girl bows at him and then turns to face me. "His Grace would like
to know if you speak Turkish,"  she says, her voice cracking.

"No!" I yell out. When my master hears the servant girl explain my reply, he
gets very angry.

He speaks to the cook again. The young girl bows at him and then turns to
me. "His Highness would like for you to stop crying," she says, her voice
still trembling.

I look at her, but standing there naked still feeling the sting of his whip
and not knowing what would happen next, I just keep sobbing.

My master speaks to the servant girl again. She looks at me and says "His
Grace asks that you please stop crying."

"I am scared!" I yell. "And I don't  know what he wants me to do!" I shout
out  through my sobs.

When my master hears what I have said, a small smile comes to his face.

He stands in front of me. He reaches out his hand and holds my chin. My face
is coved with sweat and  tears run down my cheeks. He beckons the servant
girl over and looks at her. Then he repeats to her the exact same question
he has been asking me.

The young girl bows at him and turns to me. "His Highness asks, Can I trust
you? Please mind your answer dear," she quickly adds.

"Yes! Yes, he can trust me!" I yell to the servant girl.

The young girl bows to my master and then looks at me and says, "His
Highness demands that you address him directly."

My new master holds my chin and looks me in the eye and asks his question.
Now I know what he needs to hear. I look back into his eyes, and nodding my
head I say "Yes, my master, you can trust me."

My master calms down now and lets go of my chin. All the while looking at
me, he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a hand full of gold and silver
coins. Without looking at them, he gives them to the servant girl and her
face explodes with surprise. He waves for her to leave and she bows over and
over again as she backs her way out of the room.

My master barks an order and the doors close. The room is empty but for him
and me. He wipes the sweat off his face then he wipes the beads off my
breasts. He takes his hand with my sweat and holds it to his nose. He
breathes in my smell and a smile comes back to his face. He goes over to the
wall and lowers my hook. My arms and hands comes down. He releases the metal
cuffs from my wrists. As he removes each cuff, he rubs my wrists and then
hold each one to his lips.

He places my hands across my chest and strokes my hair with the back of his
hand. He asks his question one more time, and I gently nod my head yes.

He leads me over to a chair and bends me over the back. I hear the belt to
his pants come off and  I sense what he is going to do. He runs his hands
over my ass. I am covered in hot fresh sweat. As he touches me, my fear
fades and I begin to feel the sensations of sexual excitement. He runs his
hands between my cheeks and in between my legs. He searches for an opening
in me and is finally able to get his fingers in between my lips. His
penetration starts my natural fluids to flow. My body sweat and my juices
become intermingled. He reaches his hand to my front and squeezes my
breasts. He moves forward, closer to me, and I feel his hard erection on my
flesh. He uses his hand to run the tip of his shaft up and down between my
cheeks. When he stops the tip of his shaft on my ass and I feel him press
forward, I jerk. His hard big cock in my ass scares me. He pulls back and
slaps my butt hard with his bare hand and uses his other hand to pull on the
top of my thigh so my ass is stuck out as far as he can get it. He puts the
tip of his shaft back on my ass and I stand still ready to accept him. When
he sees I am open and giving, he moves his tip off my ass and down lower. He
gently wets the top of his shaft inside my lips. He does not go in, but
pulls back and raises his hand to slap my ass. He is not slapping to hurt
me, he is doing it because it excites him. I raise my butt up to please him.
He says something that I sense means he is pleased.

After a few slaps he forcefully inserts himself deep inside me. He uses his
hands to hold the tops of my thighs and  rocks me back and forth as he rams
himself in and out of me. He moans with pleasure. The top of his head comes
just barely out of me with each backward pull. As he thrusts back in, the
tip of his hard shaft rubs against my most sensitive place. Back and forth
he rocks me with his hard firm head rubbing me. The harder he rams, the more
excited I become. He reaches his hand around and gently slaps my breasts as
they hang down and sway back and forth. On and on he goes. Back and forth,
in and out, all the while squeezing my thighs. I begin to break out in a
fresh sweat. The room is warm and his hot cock is burning inside me.

 His constant forceful driving power presses me towards an orgasm. He senses
me start to tense up and says something, but I don't  know what he wants.
When I do not answer, he just slaps my ass and laughs a real laugh and just
keeps on ramming me. More and more I tense, until I finally I can not stand
it any more and all my inner muscles pulse and I release with a loud yelp.
As I tremble, I feel his hard flush cock move around inside me as he laughs
out loud. He pulls himself out of me and stands me up. He turns me around
and he is smiling.

He seems very pleased with his new expensive purchase. He leads me over to
the bed and tosses me on it. He goes over to the dresser and pulls out a
small case. In the case is a gold necklace with a large shinning ruby and
many diamond studs. It is a collar, but it is a very expensive collar. He
fits it around my neck and then stands back up. He likes the way I look. He
takes off the rest of his clothes and prepares to finish what he has
started.

As I lay in my masters bed, waiting for him, I gaze over his large room. I
catch my reflection in his dressing mirror. Laying in my masters bed is a
woman with her hair in disarray and her face flushed and sweating. Her naked
breasts glisten and her erect nipples shine.  As I look at the reflection, I
see the face of the young Greek girl has become my own.

I wake up. I am covered in sweat and I have to go the bathroom to towel
myself off. I have to take the towel between my legs as well.  When I get
back into bed, I have to reach over to my husband, and give a few little
hand strokes to wake him up. He likes that.

"Been dreaming again?" he asks with a smile as he gets on top of me.

*****
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