Message-ID: <39746asstr$1039486204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nntp-bounce@supernews.net> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "Scott" <Scottturnitred@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <uva7rhai8t7e44@corp.supernews.com> Reply-To: "Scott" <Scottturnitred@hotmail.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2002 16:55:39 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} The Auction X-Original-Subject: A Story- The Auction Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2002 21:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/39746> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman 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. ***** www.spankingdallas.com ****** -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+