Ashley Has Been Auctioned Off! Now, I’m A Cruelly Treated Phone Sex Slave.

I thought, he was SUCH a nice guy! I was stranded, all alone, on an abandoned road, late last Friday night. A not-so-gentle-man picked me up, and assured me he would get me to safety.

About an hour later, I began to realize what he was chuckling about, as he promised me solace.

We pulled into a well lit, yet secluded area of abandoned warehouses. Their voices echoed loudly, as they taunted me about my scrappy personality, and sexy attributes. I was shackled, and hooded, like an enemy of the state.

This is where my terrifying experience began,  Auctioning Ashley Off; Master-Slave Phone Sex, is the true tale, of how I met my new husband-master. And, I have included parts 1, 2 & 3, here, just for you!

I could hear the atmosphere in the room change, after I blindly stumbled up some obviously metal steps.

They clanged loudly, beneath my heeled feet.

Some asshole, was dragging me by my left arm.

Another, followed behind me, groping at my ass, and reaching up my skirt, for a brief moment, grasping for my pussy…. whenever he could half-assed sneak a pinch.

We stopped short, after quite a march, and I was uncertain of which way we had come from.

I was trying to gather my bearings, by listening to the room around me, as I was struck in the back of the head, and suddenly fell lifelessly to the ground.

I awoke on a stage, with a  not-so-blinding blind fold on, and my hands tied above my head.

My feet barely touched the ground, and I was in nothing but panties and a bra, and I could tell by the way they felt against my skin, they were NOT my own.

The bright lights made shadows visible, even in my current state.

I could feel, many eyes on me.

I smelled liquor, and cigars, and sex.

The smell of sex, filled the air more than the booze did.

I could hear cheering, and crude comments about my sexy, young, succulent body.

And, then I heard the most chilling sentence, I have ever heard, in my life.

“The bidding, for this succulent 19 year old, non-virgin will start at five thousand dollars!”

Immediately the crowd let out an uproar of offers.

Could this really be happening?

What are they going to do with me?

My mind was a whirl wind of questions, and the answers I was about to get, would make even the most sociopathic person’s body run cold!

The bidding happened rapidly, and I was still disoriented, from the blow to the back of my head. I felt the weight of the clotted, wet hair lumped to the sore spot, that was aching.

It was hard to tell if I should be relieved, or more terrified, when they freed me from my ties, and began leading me to the winning bidder.

I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, and felt a warm tongue lick the sweat off of my neck.

He moaned in ecstasy, and said that I smelled good and scared, as he laughed gruffly.

MORE nervous, got it… Is all I could think at the time.

More nervous, wasn’t possible, but MORE defensive was, soon.

I would wait for a good opportunity alone, maybe earn his trust by being a good girl, and one day escape! I couldn’t help but hope for the best. Though, this wasn’t looking good, any one would admit.

He lead me away from the sounds of the human auction, and I could Feel a breeze on my flesh,  once my feet hit concrete again.

The heavy door clanged shut behind us, and in the night air, I was unsure who all surrounded me,

I allowed him to steer me the way that he wanted to, and heard him take some keys out of his pocket.

“Are you going to be a good girl, or a bad girl Princess?” He asked, in such a menacing voice, I knew he was daring me to fuck with him.

“I will obey you, I just want to live, that’s all” I replied, submissively, hoping to never give him a glimmer at how defiant, I truly am.. until JUST the right moment!

He laughed, and told me, “Good try.”

As he threw me into a small, hot trunk, roughly, and began driving for what felt like an eternity.

He was listening to classic rock, the entire way.

At least his taste in music wasn’t terrible.

The irony was NOT lost on me, as “Highway To Hell” Blared in my captive ears.

In fact, it was quite motivating me for my fight, that was waiting for me, on the other side of this trunk, once it opens.

Maybe this would be my chance, he has to take me out sometime, right?

It was a long, sleepy, lonely drive.

I lost track of how many minutes we had been driving.

Counting them to keep track, had only made me almost hypnotically tranced, with hopelessness.

Much of my fight, had drained from my body, with the hope I had a few hours ago, by the time we arrived.

My heart sank when the loud crickets, were all I could hear for miles.

No street noises.

No lights.

No people.

Just a secluded cabin, and lots of trees.

Not a clearing, to be seen for miles.

Even, if I DID run, where was I going?

The darkness of night, engulfed me, when the trunk popped open.

I was grateful for the breath of fresh air, my lungs managed to gulp inside them, before they were filled with the clove cigarette smell seeping from my captors pores.

Cloves always made me wanna gag.

This was no exception.

I swear, I actually saw his cock get hard, as I spewed my stomach contents all over his shoes, and the brushy forest floor.

He laughed, and told me I had better be glad we were busy right now, or he would make sure that I ate that, like a good girl.

I winced, dreading what was in store for me, in the dimly lit, secluded, haunting cabin.

He dragged me inside by my hair.

I counted seven security bolts on the inside of the door, and three were double sided locks that required a key.

He saw me eyeing the locks, and smiled.

“Maybe, you will have your own key, one day… IF you are a really good girl!”

He stated, with a malignant chuckle.

I could tell by the glaze over the glass in the windows, that it was thicker than normal, and not easily broken.

Well, neither is my spirit, as it turns out, so game on asshole!

This kinky little game, is only begging, boys!

If you can’t wait til the last post, to see how it ends… call me!

Part 4 coming soon! On…. Teenteasephonesex.com!!

*Ashley*

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