Sex slave Nabiki: Sale completed, almost (LEMON) [Episode 113779]

by T.H. Tiger

“Quickly,” Kuno said. “We must deposit our funds and acquire our bidding paddles.”

“Pardon?”

“Ah, I forget myself. No doubt you have only attended small country auctions, held in a barn or some other rustic venue. At a permanent venue such as this one, it is customary to deposit your funds and be given a numbered paddle. The amount you deposit will be placed on record, and only that amount will you be allowed to bid. No credit, even for the best of customers.” The last comment had a bit of a miffed quality about it.

Ranma shrugged, and followed Kuno, only hesitating for a fraction of an second when he remembered that Kuno no longer hand any ‘funds’ Well, they weren’t on him any longer. With that thought, he followed Kuno as the tall boy got into line behind two slender town boys, one blond, one dark-haired. Even as Ranma watched, the blonde hefted up a large bag and poured out hundreds of yen pieces of various denominations. “Three million, eight hundred thousand four hundred and sixty five Yen,” he announced in satisfaction.

“Oh, this is going to be so sweet,” his companion said.

“Be even sweeter if we didn’t have to share her with twenty other guys,” His companion groused.

“This is intolerable.” Kuno complained as the teller slowly counted and stacked the numerous coins in front of him. He looked over at the auction block where the first girl had already been sold, and the second one was wriggling her cute little bottom in an effort to spur on the bidding for the right to sample it. “Would you hurry, man” he said to the clerk.

The man didn’t even look up, but Ranma was sure he started counting slower. If he hadn’t been so eager himself, he’d have been laughing out loud at the fuming Kuno. Which was likely a good thing, because the boy was obviously rich, and easily manipulated. A valuable resource.

At last the party in front of them finished, and Kuno all but shouldered the two boys aside as he stepped forward. “Ten million yen,” He announced in a haughty voice and reached into his pocket. The sudden expression of dismay on his face was mirrored to a certain extent by the look of incredulity on Ranma’s face as he discovered just how much he’d lifted.

God, he hoped the old man didn’t take a look inside the purse, or Ranma wouldn’t see him for months.

Meanwhile Kuno was checking his pockets frantically. “I know I placed it in my garments,” he muttered.

“Please step aside, sir,” The clerk asked.

“I tell you I have it!” Kuno railed at the man. But when a pair of heavily built men stirred themselves on either side of the clerk’s window, he backed down. “Very well, but I will not forget this. Cretins,’ he swore as he stepped aside and allowed Ranma on by.

Ranma pulled out the wallet that Soun had given him. “Uh, I’m purchasing for someone else. I’m not sure how much,” he said as he spilled out the contents. His eyes widened as he took in the handful of golden quarter million yen coins. His eyes followed every move of the clerks hands as he stacked them.

“Four million even,” he announced, handing Ranma a paddle and marking down the number on it next to the quantity he had written in.

Ranma swallowed as he took the paddle. It represented more money than he had ever seen or handled in his life. This was the big league. The highest priced slave his dad had ever bought had only been a little over a million yen.

Just then, the auctioneer called out. “Now selling, former Tendo Nabiki, bidding to start at a reserve of two million.

Ranma looked up and for the first time saw the girl he had come to buy. He swallowed, and his paddle hung limp at his side.

It wasn’t that she was so spectacular. There were lots of girls scattered around the auction house who were more beautiful, but there was something about her . . . Ranma was a practiced seducer, he thought so, anyway, and he had learned to read a girl from across a smoky bar in poor lighting. In the bright light, the nude form of Nabiki was an open book to him. A book he found himself very much wanting to peruse.

She was a virgin, of that he was sure. Oh, not someone untouched by man, he wasn’t that good. But she’d never been owned. Even without knowing what he did, he’d have been prepared to swear to that.

but she wanted to be. Oh, yea, did she ever. Her eyes might have been a little bit frightened, but her breasts were swollen with desire. The way she stood told Ranma that she had a very strong itch. He could see her thighs twitching as she fought against the desire to rub them together.

The only sour note was that her eyes were focused, not on him, as they should have been, but on Kuno. He watched as her eyes widened in dismay as Kuno shook his head in sorrow. “Gods,” Ranma said softly to himself. She’s the one he was going to buy, and he brought ten million! Ranma looked at her again, even with the dismay over Kuno’s behavior, she was still visibly aroused. He watched as her eyes swung toward the crowd of boys standing around the two boys who had been in line if front of him. Even from this distance he could see her pupils dilate, and her legs actually did rub together. Something that was not missed by the crowd.

“Two milli . . . fuck with it, Four Million” Ranma cried out.

The auctioneer raised an eyebrow, but Ranma’s eagerness was nothing new to him. He started counting down the bid as the two boys and their friends got into an argument, each boy pointing toward a different girl in the waiting queue. Obviously with Nabiki gone, their little merger of funds was coming apart. A second later, the auctioneer announced “Sold, to the tall gentleman with the pig-tail. You may collect your voucher at the clerk’s booth young man.”

As Nabiki was led into the back of the auction building, craning her eyes to catch a last look at the boy who had bought her, Ranma walked in a daze over to the clerk’s booth. Despite his bravado, this was the first time he, personally, had ever purchased a slave, and he was trying to come to grips with the fact that the girl being taken out back to a claiming room was his personal property.

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She was owned! Finally, she was owned,” Nabiki thought as she stood in the middle of the bonding room, waiting for her new owner to show up. She held up a hand and watched as it trembled. She gave a nervous laugh and wrapped her arms around her stomach which was churning in a mixture of anticipation and dread. There was no going back now, no saying, I made a mistake, I want to go back to my nice safe home and life. She didn’t have a life anymore. She didn’t have anything anymore.

Nausea nearly made her throw up. “Oh, god, what have I done?” she moaned. It had all been planned. What had gone wrong? Kuno was supposed to buy her. He would have been a controllable master. Giving her what she wanted, with no risk. And she’s still have her sisters, and her life at school. Now! She didn’t know the boy who had bought her. She had no idea what he would do to her. Maybe he was a procurer for some horrible old man who would drool all over her tits as he tried to stick his wizened old dick in her virgin cunt. “Oh, god, what have I done?” she moaned again.

“Got the best master in the world,” a voice said from the doorway.

Nabiki whirled in place, her stomach protesting the sudden movement. She stared at the handsome ,young, boy standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face. For a second she stared boldly at him, and then remembered her new status in life and dropped to her knees and lowered her eyes. But not before checking out the ‘big’ bulge in the front of his pants. Oh, yeah baby, she thought.

“Your slave waits on your pleasure, master,” Nabiki said. How often had she said those words in her daydreams. A thousand, ten thousand. This time it was real and her cunt clenched in desire.

“Dang, how long have you practiced saying that? Talk about cheesy.”

Nabiki looked up in outrage, how dare this boy laugh at her.

“That’s better,” he said nodding in approval. “Just cause you’re a slave don’t mean ya can’t have a little fire in the eye.” He poked a thumb at his chest. “Saotome Ranma. Master of Anything goes Mastery.”

“Anything . . .What is this? That’s my father’s school!” Nabiki said, a horrible thought suddenly arising in her mind. Almost worse than the one about the wrinkly little old man.

“Yea, he and Pop are old buddies. He asked me to save you.”

“Save me!” Nabiki’s voice became just a tad loud and shrill. “Son of bitch! I don’t believe this! How could he do this to me?” Tears shone in Nabiki’s eyes. So close. She’d been so close. Why couldn’t her father understand she was no longer a little girl. She was ready for a master. She wasn’t going to be like Kasumi, who went along with Father’s crazy need to never let them go.

“Forget it. I’m not going back home!” she yelled at Ranma.

Nabiki suddenly found her arm being taken hold of and was yanked to the middle of the room, and the padded trestle that stood in the middle of the room. Her breath jolted out of her body as she was slammed down hard, belly first on top of it. Several stinging slaps were applied to her turned up ass before the boy who had done it to her leaned down and fastened one of her ankles to the trestle legs.

“You seem to be maken a mistake,” he drawled, while pulling her legs apart and securing her other ankle to the opposite leg. Leaving her spread and vulnerable. He stood up and pushed her back down hard onto the padded top as he walked around to the front. Kneeling he took hold of one of her wrists and pulled it over to the other shackle while looking into her wide eyes. “I am taking ya back home. You don’t get to say no. That’s why I’m the master, and you’re the slave.”

“You’re the master?” Nabiki asked in an uncertain voice.

“That’s right,” he said as he secured her last free limb and stood up. His hands undid the front of his pants and shoved them downward, letting his erect cock spring free. Nabiki’s eyes widened. It was a lot bigger than she’d imagined it would be. “I may have bought you cause your old man asked me to. But I bought you for me, not him.”

Ranma slid his pants down his legs, but not before removing a seal ring from his pants pocket. Nabiki swallowed nervously when she spotted it. He wasn’t joking, he was going to bond her.

She tried to follow him with her eyes as he walked around the trestle but lost sight when she could not twist her head far enough. She looked down between her legs and could see his muscular legs step into position between hers. A shudder raced through her body, and she almost cried out when she felt him touch her ass, running his hand over her flank in a petting gesture before slipping it between her legs and cupping her needy cunt.

“We’ll have to get rid of this,” he remarked, tugging lightly on her pubic hair. “But that can wait for later. Right now we have more important thing ta do.” Nabiki arched her head up and gasped as he slid a finger up inside her, while another one stimulated her clitoris at the same time. She’d been anticipating this moment for hours, and if it had not been for the shock of learning her father had sent him, a real mood killer, she’d have likely orgasmed just from that first touch. As it was his practiced manipulation soon had her verging on the edge and more than eager to step off.

Nabiki let out a little cry of protest when he slipped his finger out of her, which earned her a swift swat on the bum. “None of that, now,” Ranma chided her. “It’s time for the main event.”

“Nabiki felt a cold disk being pressed against her ass, and shuddered, knowing in a few seconds it would blaze with a heat that would brand her with his mark. All she had to do to trigger it, was orgasm. A broad object pressed in-between her legs, and she felt the helmet of his cock pressing apart her lower lips.

“IT’S TIME!” a chorus of voices seemed to shout together.

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