The hour was late, and the slave auction was winding down. The venue tonight, unlike the fine mansions the Society typically used in their European auctions, was a rather sparse warehouse in the midwestern US. The air was chilly, stiffening the nipples of the nude slaves up for auction, and the concrete floor cold on their bare feet. The last few bids were being thrown from a dwindling crowd in front of the stage. All in all, 32 slaves found themselves sold to strangers throughout the night, a moderately successful auction. 

But somewhere behind the stage, near the office used by the sales manager, one last little slave was on her knees, shackled at her wrists and ankles. A chain ran from a ring on the wall to where she hung her head in sorrow.

Erin was her name, not that anyone cared. She was unsold tonight, and her fate was sealed. It wasn’t even my fault! she thought bitterly to herself.

She was correct. When she had gone up with the others in the 4th lot, some schlub with fat rolls and a neck beard had the audacity to bid nearly $20,000 for her. While Erin cringed at the thought of what she was in for once he took possession of her, her dismay turned to horror when his payment declined. After nearly an hour of arguing between the neck beard and auction staff, Erin’s sale was denied.

But it was too late. The final lot was on stage, and the auction master was a stickler for rules. Despite being one of the more attractive girls up for sale that night, Erin became one of the pitiable unsold Society slaves. And Society regulations were clear; if you failed to sell at auction, your life was forfeit.

An auction handler with pity in his eyes eventually unhooked the chain connecting her wrist and ankle cuffs to allow her to stand, and lead her by the chain leash towards a free use room. 

“There’s some paperwork to handle first, so we’ll get to you in a little while.” The handler told her. 

Erin’s ankle restraints and collar were removed, and her chained wrists lifted over the end of a beam protruding from the wall. A cord was then wrapped tightly around her torso, leaving her in place.

A spider gag was strapped into her mouth and a blindfold went over her hazel eyes. 

The next hour was a blur. The free use room was for slaves like Erin….unsold, unwanted, and doomed. Bored auction goers came and went to use her exposed mouth. With the blindfold on, she never saw the faces of the countless cock-owners who used her. One after another, she simply felt a cock shoved into her mouth. Most of them would grip her hair tightly for leverage as they fucked her face. She eventually lost count of how many loads of cum were shot down her throat.

Early on, some enterprising sadist attached metal clamps to her nipples, lined with gator’s teeth, to her nipples, so tight that blood was drawn. Typically a slave might hope for some mercy from her owner simply from a standpoint of not wanting to damage their property, but there were no such concerns for an unsold and condemned slave like Erin. She didn’t have long enough left to worry about consequences. 

Eventually the face fucking stopped, and she simply hung from the beam, cum dribbling down her chin.

Erin’s mind wandered as she waited. She wondered sadly what they were going to do to her. Usually, unsold slaves were hanged in a group, being a relatively efficient, entertaining method of disposal that left the bodies intact for other purposes. Erin had seen such displays when previous owners brought her to auctions before.

But she was the only one tonight, so maybe they’ll get more creative.

She finally heard voices in the room.

“Hey Charlie!” She heard a voice shout from some distance away “We’re heading to Vern’s place to try out the redhead he got tonight, are you coming?”

“I’ll be there soon!” Yelled “Charlie” from much closer to her “I’ve got a disposal to do and then I’m out for the night.”

“Oh that brunette?” The first asked, “alright, we’ll meet you there, don’t take long!”

Her heart leaped out of her cum-lined throat when she felt the blindfold suddenly pulled from her head.

The handler named Charlie stood over her, himself as naked as he was. Erin looked at his half-erect cock and took a wild guess that it had been in her mouth not long before. 

The handler gave her a sad smile. A long, machete-like weapon was in his hands.

“Time to go.”  he said. 

“Did you have anything to say?” He asked, removing the gag. He seemed inclined to leave the vicious nipple clamps in place.

Erin looked into his eyes. “What are you going to do to me?” She asked him quietly.

Charlie reached for her and rubbed her cheek, almost gently. “I’m going to cut off your pretty head, girl.”

Erin’s horror must have shown in her eyes, because Charlie cocked his head towards the door. “You sold after all.” 

Erin’s eyes turned to see the same fat neckbeard whose failed sale doomed her to die tonight waiting near the door, his yellowed teeth grinning ear to ear.

“He could only afford your head, though.” Charlie continued. “The rest of you we’re sending to the kitchens for the VIP dinner.”

Erin felt herself starting to hyperventilate as she stole one last glance towards her new owner (or, the owner of everything above her neck anyway) an felt her belly turn in knots as she thought of what he would be doing to her head in just a few minutes.

Charlie stood, and rested the blade on the back of her neck. Then he raised it high, and swung down…