SOLD TO HERR

CHAPTER 1

FREEN SAROCHA'S POV
December 3
10:00 PM

My family hated me. Well, just what I had. I didn't ask to be in this world, let alone be a girl with a dick. They allowed me to stay with them until I graduated high school. Then one night everything went black. I was stripped out of my clothes, and was met with many different women and men. I've met plenty of women after that day. More ways than what I wanted to meet. Sexually, of course. The big picture is, my family sold me. Now I'm like a sex slave to people.
So far I've been bought by only two women, but they showed me off to some of their female friends. It wasn't bad, but I know deep down I shouldn't enjoy it. The first woman enjoyed pain play. Instead of giving her pain it was me. I guess the idea of hurting me turned her on. I have many scars on my back to prove it.

I felt like a dog on a leash. She literally put a shock collar on me. Then, for me to get around was on my hands and knees. I had to be naked the entire time too. The second woman, was more into bondage. Her fetish was edging. She loved keeping me on the edge of cumming. Most times I would spend days on edge before she allowed me to cum. Both women are white women in their mid 40's. Their husbands were cuckolds. That means too damn small to please their wives.

Eventually, today I would be sold again to a different woman. Some men tried to buy me, but the women always out bought them. That which I was extremely grateful for. Right now, I'm shackled up like a slave on a boat to America. I have a scar on my upper right side of my lip from disobeying one of the guys here. They just see me as a freak like my family. They put their own child through some shit no one would do, but yet they did. Only because I wasn't perfect. They are so closed-minded and lead blindly like they don't have a sense of direction.

"Just be good, and nothing will happen." I'm currently blindfold and shackled up to something. At this point, they have me naked. Expose just like how I was born. There are times I don't want to be in this position.

I started to hear people, and heels clicking on the floor. A lot of ooh's, and ah's I hear.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen this lovey specimen here goes for 500,000. As you see lots of tattoos, very fit and in shape, and also very hung with a nice curve. Really great for the ladies, and maybe gentlemen." The guy says. I felt a cold rod going under my guy, and being lifted up. Very obedient, and can take a lot of pain." With that I felt a sharp pain to the stomach. I just winced at the pain, but didn't make any noise.

"600,000 dollars." I heard a man say. I silently pray not to be sold to a man. I would rather be bought by a woman than a man.

"700,000"

"750,000"

"900,000"

The price keeps going up. The fact my life is worth that much money. Knowing they only want me for their darkest pleasures. Only being bought twice by women, I've been with many than what I would like.

"10 million." A very seductive, low, velvety voice say. I have a feeling it belongs to a woman. Her voice did get a reaction out of my guy.
NO one bid anything higher than she did. The silence lasted for a minute, and the announcer guy has spoken again.
"Sold for 10 million." With that I felt some other people unlock my shackles, and possibly move me to the back.
Once I'm in the back along with some other people I was blasted with ice cold water.

I guess this is an attempt to clean me. I still feel dirty, but it's not something I can wash away. They pulled over a hoodie over my head, the pulled up some sweatpants. No shoes, socks, underwear, or sports bra. Well, a bra on general. After that I'm pushed into a vehicle "Please put Ms. Freenl in the car please." That voice said.
I met the freezing cold air of a winter night, walking on snow. I was pushed into a car that smelled like lavender, cocoa butter, and butterscotch.

"Ms. Freen I'm going to say this once, relax the diver is a bit long. If you want to sleep you can. Once we get to my home, you will be given a meal, and then head off to bed. Okay." The voice said.
"Yes, Ma'am." I responded appropriately.
"Tell me about yourself." The voice said.

"I'm 22 years old. My name is Freen. I used to enjoy drawing and painting, but given the situation I'm currently in, I lost passion for it since I was first given off. My parents verbally and physically express their hatred to me. So this is why I'm here." I said.

"You have an accent, what is it." She asked.
"It's a mixture of Thai, French, and American. My family is mixed with a lot of cultures." I said.
"Like what?"
"I'm mixed with Thai, French, Irish, and obviously black and white. Those are the ones I've been told." I said.
"Amazing. That's very unique. The accent fits you. What languages you speak?"
"Thai, French, Spanish, Italian, and English. My previous owner mainly spoke in Italian, so I had to learn." I felt her rub my knee.
"That is amazing. You're smart, and probably talented. Not going to lie your family is stupid for this, but the deed has been done." She said. With that, the conversation is done, for now.

4 HOURS LATER
2:15 AM

Someone was shaking me to wake up. I didn't until I felt a sharp pain to my ear.
"Wake up Ms. Freen." The voice from hours ago said.
I groaned and stretched a bit inside the car. I was helped out the vehicle, lead out of it. The blindfold is now taken off of me, and I get to see who bought me. Once my eyes adjust to the night I seen who bought me.
"Wow." I mumbled.
"What wasn't expecting this." She smiled at me. The woman's voice matched her. She is extremely beautiful.
"Come on Ms. Freen." We walked to the front door of her large house. I stopped at the front door while she walked in. "Is there a problem." She corked her eyebrows.

"I don't have shoes. I wouldn't want to mess up your floors." I said not looking at her. My two owners didn't want me to look at them. Especially the guys from the sales place.

I heard her heels clicked on the floor. I see her feet right in front of me. Her hand went under my chin, and she made me look at her.

"It is fine Ms. Freen, just come in." She grabbed my hand. "Oh, by the way, I'm Becky Armstrong."
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Armstrong." I said politely.
"I'm not married sweetheart, but I must say you are very polite." Ms. Armstrong lead me through her big, and beautiful home.
I want to look around, but I am very tired.
"This is your room. We will go over everything tomorrow." I stood there in shock.
"Is there something wrong."

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