by usemeinva

Chapter 15

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“Good morning, Slave.” The man said with a chuckle. “Well, it’s a good morning for me for you not so much.”

I moved to look at him from my spot on the floor in the Medical Center and noticed that I was still very sore from my beating last night.

“Yes, the ointment healed your wounds. There won’t be any scars but one of the perks of the ointment is that it doubles the soreness you would have experienced without it. Get on your knees I need to be serviced.”

Instantly, although with much pain got to my knees and took the man’s cock into my mouth, and proceeded to give him a blow job. Once he shot his load in my mouth he wiped his cock off on my upper lip right under my nose.

“There slave now you can smell my cum for a while. Now open up again I need a piss as well.” I opened my mouth and drank his piss. Then he told me to get up it was time to get to work. I was led through the Center to the other end to the display area. Along the way, he explained that this was auction week at the Center and my class and I would be both supporting slaves as well as being used for atmosphere displays to help set the mood for potential bidders. However, the most interesting thing he told me was that at the end of the week I would be sent to my Master. My training was basically complete but as part of the payment for my training for my Master was to be allowed to be used for this week’s auction.

Once we got to the display rooms, I found my fellow trainees busy cleaning every inch of the display area. We were informed that we would do this each morning before a showing and also clean the private viewing area. I was assigned a section of the floor that I needed to scrub by hand with a small brush. I pushed through the pain in my body and completed my assigned task. Once that was done we were led to the private viewing area. This area was a series of rooms, some were opulent bedrooms complete with soft comfy beds. Some were obvious torture chambers and pretty much everything in between. There wasn’t much to do in these rooms since the Center’s regular cleaning slaves had already got it set up but it would be our responsibility to check the rooms over each morning and find any detail no matter how small was missed.

Once our task here was completed we were taken to the cells where the slaves that would be auctioned were kept. We were instructed that we were not allowed to talk around those slaves as they were not allowed to talk unless ordered during auction week. Basically, we just walked through their quarters. It was interesting to see. The looks on their faces were similar to what I’m sure I looked like prior to my own auction.

Once we were done there we were led to the shower area where we were given a thorough cleaning complete with a rough scrubbing. After being dried in the drying room. We were informed that each evening we would be displayed in the entrance hallway leading to the viewing area. Each night’s display would be chosen to complement the theme of the evening. Tonight we will be the lighting fixtures as part of tonight’s more formal atmosphere. We would all be painted gold from head to toe, including our hair. We would either be standing on small pillars or suspended from the ceiling by our wrists and ankles. Either way, we were instructed that we were not to move a muscle, regardless of what happened, until told we could. Those hanging from the ceiling would hold in our hands' candles, which would also be mounted on the soles of our feet. A final candle would be inserted in our ass holes. The slaves on the pedestals would have to hold candles in each hand; a candle would be mounted on each foot and one would be inserted into the hole of his cock. Wax would drip on us but we are expected to not even flinch as the hot wax drips on us.

Then we were taken to a room where our paint was applied. It didn’t feel as weird as I expected. We were led back to the entry hall to take our places as the doors for the viewing would open soon. I was ordered to lay on the floor and gold-colored leather straps were placed around my wrist and ankles. Once I was raised so that my ass was level with the men’s waists a candle was stuck in my ass and put in each hand. The bottoms of the candles that were to be mounted on my feet were melted and placed on the soles of my feet so they stayed in place and I was raised up higher so that my cock would hang down just low enough for guests to grab and hit. I closed my eyes as I was instructed. I couldn’t see anything else going on but I could hear the other slaves being put into their positions.

Soon the doors opened and guests began to enter. The first guest mostly ignored us they were focused on the slaves up for sale. But as time passed someone noticed that we were really not just fixtures. First, I felt a hand grab my cock and squeeze. Then my balls were smacked a few times. Finally, some grabbed my dick and tried to swing on it. That’s when one of the attendants stepped in a stopped them. Once all the guests were in the display room we were let down. My shoulder and hip joints hurt from supporting my entire weight but we were informed that we were done for the night.

We were told that the treatment we had to endure tonight was beyond anything that they had anticipated. We would continue to be displayed and sometimes it would involve painful situations but at no time should we expect to have our cocks pulled off. We were escorted to our room where we were told to get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow we would have to do it all over again. We did not have the gold cleaned off of us since tomorrow would be similar but we would be placed so that guests would not be able to touch us.

The next day was very much the same except that of course we were still gold from head to toe while doing our cleaning duties, which was kinda weird. When the time came for the display, I was given one of the positions along the wall. I was glad because my joints still ached from hanging last night. It didn’t take long however for me to regret that. Holding the candle up and still for so long was painful as well. Not to mention having to maintain an erection to keep the candle inserted into my cock upright. I did take a quick peek. It looked like the slave suspended from the ceiling were raised higher tonight than we were so they were out of reach from rowdy patrons. Those of us along the wall were roped off as well so that we were out of reach. We were given a short break while everyone was in the viewing area. But had to remain in position until everyone left that evening. Once everyone was gone, we were taken down and had the gold paint roughly scrubbed from our bodies and hair. I thought I was going to be raw but once they were done a soothing lotion was applied and while it was still painful took away the redness.

The next day, instead of a traditional viewing, the slaves were taken to the local high school where they were made to demonstrate their athletic abilities. Our duties were to stand on boxes. We were each given festive flags to wave to add to the festive atmosphere. It was not very warm out in the fall air but warm enough that it wasn’t miserable.

That night I slept well it had been a long few days. But I was sure the next few days before the auction would only be harder and longer. The next morning we again had our cleaning duties and our regular meals as always. At our lunch, we were informed that the theme for this evening was bondage. The slaves for sale would all be displayed in various forms of bondage and potential bidders would be allowed to touch them as they pleased. We would be similarly displayed except most of us would be displayed with bondage items that can be purchased in the shops here at the Center. Information on the items for purchase would be displayed by us.

When the time came for us to go on display I was the second one placed in bondage. The first slave was placed in a small cage and was shackled inside. A large dildo was inserted in his ass and mouth.

I was led to my position. A looped strand of barbed wire was lowered from the ceiling I was ordered to stand behind it with my arms above my head. My ankles were cuffed with heavy leg irons and chains. I was ordered to lower my arms over the barbed wire so that the wire passed under my underarms and across my chest. Heavy cuffs and chains were also placed on my wrists. A parachute ball stretcher was placed on my balls and weights were added to the chains hanging down from it. Only once I felt the effect of the weights did I notice that the inside of the ball stretcher had tiny pins that poked my balls. Finally, a hood was placed over my head. The eye holes were covered with a mask and the mouth hole had a dildo gag. Once everything was in place the barbed wire was raised just enough that I could only barely touch my toes to the floor. The barbed wire dug into my armpits and chest and actually hurt quite a bit. I tried to get into the zone and just block it out.

Once the potential bidders started to come in they started feeling my cock and ass mostly. I could also hear some of them talk to the salesmen that were nearby asking about the various devices that were for sale. We were still on display as the bidders were leaving but most of them just walked past us. Some of course were hanging around waiting for private sessions with slaves they were interested in buying. Once most of the initial crowd departed we were taken down and removed from our bondage situations. I was taken to the Medical Center to have the wounds from the barbed wire cleaned up. Then we were taken to sleep.

The next morning, we were awakened and given breakfast then lead to begin our cleaning duties. First, we had to help put away all of the bondage equipment used the night before then we had to do a thorough cleaning. Once we were done with the display room we had to clean the room where the auction was to be held. We were informed that night would be different instead of the usual viewing, the slaves up for sale would be punished randomly based on the spins of three wheels. One would determine what implement would be used, the second would determine how many licks they had to take with that implement, and the third on what part of their body. The room was already clean for the most part we just had to check that everything was perfect. We were also told that we would not have to clean this room after tonight as it was traditional with Elite Slave Auctions that the slaves for sale clean and prepare this room for their auction in just a few days. We would also not have to clean the private viewing areas after today since there were no private sessions allowed after the punishment session tonight.

Once everything was clean we had to set up for our own display that evening. In keeping with the evening’s theme, we were each bound over spanking horses and an array of implements were available for potential bidders to use on us. Of course, these implements were all available in the shops at the Center. We were ordered into position and were blindfolded and had earplugs that didn’t allow us to hear anything as well. This way we really had no way of knowing what or when someone was going to punish us. Before the earplugs were inserted we were given the instruction that one of the attendants would touch the top of our heads we were to thank the potential bidder that had just beaten us. After what seemed an eternity but I really had no way of knowing how long it really was, I felt the first tap on my ass from what felt like a paddle. I knew enough not to tense up that it would only make it hurt worse. I received three firm swats before I felt the tap on my head. I said, “Thank you, Sir.”

Next was what felt like a tawse. Those hurt a lot when I got three licks. Then a riding crop was next on my balls. That hurt the worst so far. I had a short break for a bit but the next was three licks from a whip across my back. In my sensory-deprived state, I discovered it made me more in tune with the pain in my body. After the whip, I could feel something dripping down my back. I wasn’t sure if it was blood or sweat. Next came the paddle once again this time a bit lower right at the bottom of my ass and the top of my thighs.

After a bit more time I felt my restraints being released then my earplugs and blindfold were removed. I was ordered to stand and clean my area. I was much relieved that the drips I felt were sweat and not blood although a few of my fellow slaves were slightly bloody and had to clean up the blood that had dripped on the floor before being taken to the Medical Facility to be fixed up. After that, we were taken to our quarters where we were informed that the next day would be our last full day at the Training Center. We would all be shipped off to our Owners the following day in the same shipping containers as the slaves that were to be sold.

That night I slept restlessly wondering who my Owner was. How would he treat me? What would my future bring?