THE PRIZE
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Conor counted, “Three.....two........one.....Go!”
He drove his thumb down and ground it fiercely into her clitoris while simultaneously, Gerd grabbed both nipples by the needles and pulled. Even in her extenuated position the slave’s body heaved and muffled shrieks came from around Gerd’s cock as both he and his boss pounded her into a shuddering orgasm she was powerless to resist.
Only a few minutes later Karen, still trembling in the wake of the earthquake the men had caused to erupt in her was standing naked in the Prince’s office while the paperwork was completed.
“Right,” the big Irishman was saying. ”I’ll take her at the price agreed and she’ll be available - as at clause seven - for the purposes we have discussed. Now, as for the money, I’ve brought cash. I hope that’s okay.”
“I’m sure it won’t be a problem, Conor,” the Prince said smoothly and Karen’s masochistic heart leaped in excitement as she watched the Irishman take out one penny and place it on the desk.
She had been sold for one penny.
She felt it was the most delicious humiliation, it was something she could really be proud of and she could challenge any master to treat her as badly as a woman so sluttish she could be traded for a penny, deserved to be.
“That’ll do for her stable name, ‘Penny’,” the Irishman said.
The Prince laughed and returned the coin. “Then having accepted the money as full consideration, I freely donate it so it can be set into her collar.”
Karen looked the Irishman in the eye and smiled at him.
“I’ll wipe that smile off your face when I get you home. And I’ll make it my business to keep it wiped every day, until you learn proper respect!” He approached her with casual arrogance and utter certainty in his voice. She raised her head to keep looking him in the eye, spurring him on by her impudence. She liked him and was inviting him to start a contest she had no chance of winning. But if she was right about the cruelty she thought she saw in him, the manner of her losing would be her prize.
THE END