Girl For Sale

 
Girl For Sale:
BDSM Stories
2008-01-05
From the novel, Wild Game by Paul Moore. Copyright © 2003, all rights
reserved, may not be reproduced or posted with the consent of the author.

There was no window in the bathroom, and we figured it was a safe bet the
gal wouldn't saw through the logs with a nail file. Wyatt and I went in with
her. He had her kneel down while handed her the package he brought back from
town and told her just exactly how he wanted her to get cleaned up and
pretty for us. Then we left her there and sat in the kitchen, waiting. Wyatt
set his chair where he could watch the bathroom door.

I had been working on the situation mentally all night and half the morning,
and I was about tied in knots.

"You can't just keep her, you know," I said, pouring Wyatt a cup of coffee.

Wyatt still looked calm as could be. "I know that."

"We can't turn her loose, either, even if she promises not to tell," I had
to lay it all out, even if the truth was hard.

"I know that, too," Wyatt said impatiently. "Wasn't born yesterday."

"So, do we have a plan?" I let him know I was getting a little short over
it, too.

He shrugged. "It's all taken care of, companero. I made a phone call while I
was out this morning. I told you this would be a profitable weekend. I have
a buyer coming tomorrow. I'm splitting even with you, seeing as how you have
been such a good sport and all."

"You ain't serious! You can't sell that girl!"

Wyatt rolled another smoke. The shower was running. It was going to be
awhile.

"Sure you can," he drawled. "Folks do it all the time. I asked all those
rich beach bums back on the coast what they would get if they could have
anything their heart desired. Guess what most of them thought of right off?
All I had to do was call the one who had the most money to spend. Looks like
you and your gal pal are going to have a short honeymoon, so you better make
the most of it."

I didn't say anything right away. In two days I had changed from Employee of
the Month to white slaver. The idea took some getting used to.

"You better be square with me now, Wyatt. If this is really what it seems to
be about, you and I are absolutely going to hell."

"Nothing's ever what it seems like, is it?" He showed me his 'awww shucks'
grin and winked. "You know what she's doing in there right now? She's
cleaning up the old back door for you."

"Damnit, Wyatt! Get serious!"

He did get serious, real sudden, stabbing the table between us with a
fingertip. "Hell, Roy! We're doing this gal a favor. I know her type. She's
got this fantasy about being a full- time sex slave, wants it more than
anything. All she really had before now was this dyke that played a lot of
silly kid games with her. She has a chance to have the real thing now. In
her fairy tale, you and I are a couple of charming princes. She knows she's
in for a good tanning this morning. She has had plenty of time to daydream
about the nasty things you and I are going to do to her. I can imagine she
had both hands busy all night long."

I could imagine it too, and I wanted to believe it.

"The day will come when this gal is actually grateful to us for selling
her," said Wyatt. "You can put money on that."

I shrugged. What happens at deer camp, stays at deer camp.

She didn't answer when I knocked on the bathroom door, so I cracked it open
and peeked inside before I went in. I felt sort of silly. It wasn't as if I
could possibly see anything that I hadn't already seen. I was half afraid
that I would find her on the floor with an empty pill bottle beside her or
blood oozing out of her slashed wrists, but she was just sitting on the
toilet having a quiet little cry. Her eyes were big and shining, like a
scared kitten. Her color was up, too, and her skin was glossy with steam.
She turned her eyes to look at me, but she didn't raise them any higher than
my crotch before she looked away.

She had put on the cuffs and the collar after she showered, just like Wyatt
told her to. She had even made use of the toiletries that Wyatt picked up
this morning. She smelled really nice, and she had blow-dried her hair till
it was shining. An enema bag was hanging on the shower curtain rod and
dripping slowly. Wyatt had made a little ceremony out of presenting it to
her. I glanced at it and looked back at her. I think I was blushing more
than she was. Thinking that I might just comfort her a little, I ran a hand
over that corn silk hair and brushed my fingertips across the back of her
neck. She just stared at the door and tried to pretend I wasn't there.

It pissed me off a little. The night before, I had been worried about
whether or not she would like me. Now that I knew she was leaving, her
opinion didn't much matter anymore. She looked different to me with a price
tag on her ass. My hand curled up till I had a good handful of her hair and
her mouth became a tight line.

Ignore me now, Bitch!

"It's time to go." I lifted her by the hair and she stood up like she was
trying to balance a book on her head.

Wyatt was waiting in the hall to lock her cuffs behind her back and put a
leash on her collar. He led her downstairs. I was the rear guard. Her butt
cheeks were clenching and twitching every inch of the way. I don't know if
it was because she was thinking about what was coming, or because she knew
that I was back there watching. I like to think it was some of each. I
patted her cheeks a few times just to let her know I was appreciating the
show.

In the cellar, Wyatt chained the gal back up to the post to watch and wait
while we dug out our tools and went to work. Wyatt had been a busy shopper.
He had a couple of eye screws that we fixed into a joist over head, and a
couple more that we screwed into the ends of a two-by-four that was about a
yard long. He dragged out an old sawhorse and nailed a two-by-six width-ways
on the cross bar to make the top more like a bench and less like a rail. I
didn't have to use much imagination to see that Wyatt was setting us up so
that we could tie this gal up about six different ways. She could figure it
out to, and probably grasped the point of some of his alterations before I
did.

Wyatt ran a line through one of the eyes overhead and wrapped it around his
hands. Then he lifted his feet off the floor and swung a bit while he
decided if it was strong enough.

"That'll do," he said finally.

The girl shrank back a bit when he came for her, 'cause she knew that this
was the moment of truth and she was just too near panic to take it bravely
anymore.

"Wyatt, listen, let's be completely up front about this," She was tossing
words at him like pebbles to keep him at bay. "It doesn't have to be this
way!"

Wyatt said nothing. He just dug out his padlock key and unlocked her belly
chain.

"We don't have to play out this scene where you torture me! I have already
been broken, all right? I have been worked over by experts."

She tried to twist away a bit, not because she had any real hope of
escaping. She was just trying to delay him until she could fire every round
in her clip. Her hands were already fastened behind her. All that he had to
do was lift one of her wrists to make her bend over and bawl.

"We both know you will take everything I have eventually; my body, my
freedom, and even my human dignity. You don't have to prove yourself or
teach me anything."

Wyatt tied the line from the ceiling to the link between her wrists and ran
the other end of the line back around the jack post to take out the slack.

"I'm only asking you to help me honor my promise. This is really important
to me! Please let me call my Mistress and beg her to transfer me into your
custody. After that you can do anything you want. I won't resist. She doesn
't have to know where I am or who I am with, but I need to be released from
my vow . . . OW!"

He lifted until she had to bend over to ease the strain on her shoulder
joints. It was a neat arrangement. She could raise up, but her shoulders
would pay a price. The most comfortable thing for her to do was bend low and
make a sweet target out of her ass.

"I can be the best fuck you have ever had. I can suck you down to the balls.
I'll swallow your load and beg you for more!" She was trying hard to
convince us that she couldn't imagine anything more wonderful, but she was
about scared enough to piss herself and the combination was sort of tragic
and sexy at the same time. I might have voted to take her up on the offer,
just to see how much gratitude she could show us, but not if it meant
missing this show.

I guess Wyatt felt the same way. He squatted down and tied her ankles to the
eyebolts in the two by four to keep her legs apart and prevent her from
kicking.

With her legs spread like that, ground zero was the cutest pink little bung
any pervert could pray for. She twisted around to look over her shoulder at
me, as though she thought I might be inclined to pardon her.

"Roy, you like my ass, don't you? It's yours, any time you want it. I can
give your dick a workout like nothing you have ever imagined! Take me back
upstairs and I'll show you!" It was funny, really, her offering to give me
something I could already take with no trouble.

"Please! Just let me call my Mistress and let her know that I am still
alive!"

She bit her lip and watched Wyatt sliding the belt out of his jeans.

"You don't have to hurt me first!"

Wyatt made a loop of the belt and jerked on the ends to make it pop. She
flinched.

"Here's rule number one," said Wyatt. "We don't bargain."

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