("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Glory Survives by Realoldbill (address withheld) *** A young woman recovers after being sold into slavery. (M/F-teen, underage, nc, v, tor) *** Until late last year, Glorianna Waddolski had led a pleasant if not charmed life. Then her family's Ponzi scheme collapsed, both her father and grandfather disappeared, and the creditors and government took everything, even her clothes and shoes. Now it was her turn to pay. Her uncle, who had lent her father tens of thousands, demanded it. He now owned her, and he was going to sell her. The Cord 812 had brought more than two million, the Rolls Silver Shadow almost a million and the Darrin $550,000, a real surprise but two men wanted it. First the house in Florida, then the one in Connecticut and the brownstone in the city were auctioned; most of the art had already gone to a creditor by previous arrangement and certified agreements, collateral on major loans. The hoodwinked might receive a dime on the dollar from the sale, but it was better than nothing. Now the floor held only men with red paddles and the doors were locked and guarded. Glory was brought out, wearing tiny violet underclothes and a long, filmy gown, lightly drugged, just enough to be cooperative. She stood smiling in the blue-white spotlights, feeling a hundred pairs of eyes on her. She was fifteen and had not attended school since she was twelve. They had let her finish 8th grade in a girls' school, still a virgin, a virgin wearing a precious stone in her navel and a golden bead on her clitoral hood. Her only schooling since then had dealt with giving sexual pleasure, and she had mastered a number of both Western and Oriental techniques as well as the usual Tantric exercises and Kegel patterns. They had used electo-shock and drugs as well as hypnosis to control her brain patterns. She was happy, always happy. On command she turned about twice and then pulled the silken tie and let her gossamer gown slither from her luscious body. The audience gasped and then moaned. Glory was perfect. Two full-grown men ejaculated in their underwear. She was nearly six feet tall and weighed 145 pounds. Her inseam was 35 inches, her waist 22, and her bust 37 with a size C cup, a fine handful, standing upright and pointed, the nipples fully extended. She now stood in the bright lights wearing only her golden 5-inch heels, her tiny violet thong and a purple shelf bra with wide straps. A small emerald on a thin chain bounced between her globular breasts. Her bared nipples were hard and pink in tiny areoles, both of them now pieced and fitted with dangling rings. Her ass a thing of beauty, globular and symmetrical and in movement, a lusty invitation. She was sexually excited, eager to mate, her juices flowing and pulse racing. She looked out at the men, smiled and licked her pouting lips. "Under the agreement," intoned the smiling auctioneer hired by the multitude of creditors, trying to ignore his painful erection, "the winning bidder will adopt her. The papers are ready. She is under age, that is under the age of consent. She has, according to sworn affidavits, been sexually used fewer than a thousand times in the past three years by only five different men, all certified clean, all but one blood relatives, and she has now has a Mark 8, three-point hymen installed and is convinced that she is a virgin. She can speak but seldom does and operates in three very convincing modes: bimbo-slut, high courtesan and American adolescent. The buyer will be provided with the trigger phrases." Glory was, obviously, a doll, a perfect sex doll. He paused and looked around. Glory could feel the eyes on her and became aware of a warm wetness between her legs and a pricking sensation in her jutting nipples that seemed aware of the recent piercing. She wanted it, wanted it badly, that wonderful in and out, the thick ram, the tireless stud. She had not climaxed since Sunday afternoon, the last time she had seen her well-hung brother, and he had ravaged her repeatedly and then made her lick him clean. The bidding began at a hundred thousand and went quickly past a million as Glory moved though the programmed poses she had been taught in the last few days. When she walked across the stage, her rounded hips not only rolled, they seemed to snap at the end of each rotation. In her mind, she pictured her handsome brother mounting her and wondered where he was as she lifted both arms and braced back her shoulders, arching her back, feeling her labia tremble as she shook her breasts from side to side, smiling. She peeled off the tiny bra, dangled it out toward the bidders and tossed it aside. The men sighed and the bidding climbed. Her brother and step-mother were at that moment fucking each other senseless in Bogotá where they had flown on the company Lear jet, a plane encumbered with liens and no longer their property. They had no intention of ever returning to face the music. The pilot was face down in a waste stream near the airport, a bullet hole in the back of his head. They sold the plane to a drug cartel and it vanished into the jungle. Glory closed her eyes as she rotated from the hips again, writhing and pushing out her soft belly as she recalled her grandfather seeming to die in her arms, his stiff cock still buried in her lean body as he went catatonic. The ambulance had taken him away and two weeks later, he was happily humping her again with a new battery in his pacemaker, his penis now wired and filled with nano receptors. He and her handsome father, the man she had slept with most nights, were gone, vanished. They were, it was later discovered, establishing new identities in Vancouver, BC, and in the care of a skilled plastic surgeon. The bidding reached two million and Glory, on command, did some slow exercises, moving her well-muscled body in highly erotic ways, now on her knees and simulating coitus, then up on one leg, twisting, humping, grinding. She thought about the first time she had done this dance for her father and brother after both of them had enjoyed her highly charged pussy and anus together as they tested her Kegel-trained muscles. She loved watching the men sweat and smile as she went to her knees and offered them her well-toned body repeatedly, knees open. They had taken turns between her incredible breasts, bathing her face and curly hair in their semen. The grinning auctioneer pulled a slim gold pen from his inside pocket, showed it to the audience and then bent and slipped it up between the lovely girl's legs and into her fat-lipped vagina. She clamped on it and he stood back and said, "Watch." Slowly and with a few quivers, the pen disappeared and the hairless lips closed about it. The girl smiled, adjusted her thong and the gleaming pen reappeared, stretched her transparent garment, popped through it and then moved up and down as if by magic. She closed her eyes, arched her spine, tensed her buttocks and pretended to climax, shooting the slippery pen across the tiled floor. The crowd applauded and the bidding passed three million. Glory wiggled off what was left of her last miniscule triangle of silk and took the huge dildo she had been handed and recalled her training as a brainless bimbo. She smiled and licked the jellied monster with its ridges and knobs, held it in her mouth, spread her legs, bent her back and eased the domed head into her anus, squealing with feigned pleasure as she pushed it deeper and rotated it slowly. She turned about so that all the bidders could see that the foot-long shaft was at least halfway up into her before she pushed it all the way in and then quickly pulled it out and tossed it away. The bidding slowed and then stopped at $3,350,000. The auctioneer called it out twice, as Glory sucked her thumb and revolved her pelvis as he raised his hammer and sold her. The hall quickly emptied and the short man in the white kaftan signed some papers and presented his cheque, drawn on a London bank, and his certified letter of credit while the girl stood beside him, adjusting her expensive new dress which hung to the floor and had a hood that covered her blonde curls, his hand on her firm rump. When he was done, he tied the cloth across her face so that only her eyes were revealed to others. The formalities finished, he hurried her out to his Bentley and his driver whisked them to the private end of the huge airport. They climbed aboard a Japanese- made twinjet and were soon on their way eastward at 30,000 feet. The seven men on the plane used the next five hours to enjoy Glory, often two at the same time. She welcomed them all and did her absolute best to give them pleasure. Several of the men sodomized her roughly while her new owner watched, smiling and sipping mint-flavored tea with his hashish. He barely touched her. Once she had been installed in the man's huge home, he called for his favorite surgeon, had Glory strapped to an examination table and watched with pleasure as she was circumcised with dental cautery tools which were used to remove her outer labia, and clitoral hood. Her screams echoed through the halls and out into the gardens. Then her tiny clitoris was stretched out and the sheik himself cut it off with his enameled dirk. Glory cried out until she could not scream any more and then just sobbed and mewled. No anesthetic was used during the half-hour operation. She was made to swallow the small bloody stump that had been the center of her sexual pleasure. A week later, when she as reasonably well healed, her new owner stripped her, mounted her and pressed his immature but erect penis into her. She looked up into his dark face as he climaxed almost at once, shuddered and withdrew, leaving a smear of his yellowish spend on her scared flesh. "Fah," he said as he stood and looked down at the beautiful girl, "she is worthless. Give her to the palace guards, let them use her." About a week later, when they were done with her and she was completely unresponsive, they sold her in one of the emirate souks, a well-advertised auction as such things go. After the camels and horses, the sad- looking castrati were auctioned as a group and then the females were brought out, all of them circumcised and naked. Glory was the only blonde. She stood bent over, one hand on her knee, her face covered with her hair, fluids staining the inside of the thighs. I got her for $200 US and took her to the nearest clinic. They quickly operated and stopped some internal bleeding, dealt with a partially collapsed lung, as well as a prolapsed vagina and removed her spleen. I then dressed her plainly and took her to the shore where the sun and salt water seemed to help revive her, but she was silent, totally silent and jumped at any human touch. Using both my fingers and her own, we carefully sought out a G-spot in her ravaged but recovering vagina. Once we found it, we devised a number of pleasant means of exciting it and Glory learned to love my stiff prick between her inner labia. And of course, the rest is history, thanks to an excellent plastic surgeon and a patient psychiatrist; Glori Jones will be on the cover of the next SI swimsuit issue and is the world's number one glamour model. Her salacious dance of seven veils has millions of hits, and she has endorsed perfumes, hair products and the new Chrysler. And she is mine. Between us we had wormed out the catch phrases, and she can still operate in all three modes. We like teenagers best. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74