New (Old) Material - Alternate version

Hi everyone. Progress is currently very good on the next SFS thread involving the backstory of Trixie 'Foxy' Fox and Cookie 'Fuckey' de Luxe. It's taking me in all sorts of interesting places and I think the characterisation is coming along nicely. They are such fun, innocent girls. I'm currently deciding what size I want to inflate their tits to. Anyway, that will be out fairly soon, hopefully, and it should add lots of fun context to their encounter in Ian's office, which will be posted on SFS on chyoa in due course. They have ulterior motives in being there, let's put it that way!

Here is a new alternate version of old material I'm sharing - this doesn't follow sequentially from anything prior to it... 

Walking though the night meant that Anya reached Obille much faster that she had expected to. Erin was sometimes reluctant to walk quite as fast as Anya directed her to, but a few stinging slaps against her tight ass with the flat of her sword had persuaded her otherwise. The morning sunlight made Erin’s tits look incredibly succulent and Anya couldn’t help but give the tanned globes a few firm squeezes; Erin, with her hands tied behind her back, was unable to stop her, and gazed imperiously at Anya throughout her lesbian groping. Anya, for her part, enjoyed humiliating her slave as much as she enjoyed the sensation of Erin’s huge tits rolling around in her palms.

After a while the trail broadened out of the marshes and onto a dirt path. The small port of Obille could be seen in the distance. In actuality it was a fairly ramshackle shanty town comprising about ten thousand people. The slave trade thrived there as Erin would soon find out to her cost, and it was also famous for its brothels, being the ideal location for sea raiders and pirates to move looted goods, pick up supplies, and, of course, blow off steam. Anya had chosen to make her way in the world using her sword and her wits, but she had heard on her travels of girls similar to her who had moved to places like Obille and used their sexual charms to live their lives under the protection of powerful men. The wilds were no places for such girls, but Obille was certain to be home to a large amount of these young sex-kittens. Only a swordswoman as accomplished as Anya could hope to survive in the nuclear-ravaged landscape. The money she could get from selling Erin into slavery ought to be enough to buy her safe passage to the Lighted City.

The pair of them created quite a commotion when they entered the town. Men stopped and stared on street corners at the two women, the statuesque Anya in her leather thong and bra, a mix of hard, sleek muscles and tantalising feminine curves leading a pouting, busty brunette in front of her dressed only in a tiny g-string. The sight of Anya’s sword deterred most men from doing anything more ungallant than whistling at them both, or making lecherous comments. Anya directed Erin downtown using sharp tugs at her captive’s bonds. The district seemed to be nothing more than an amalgam of seedy drinking dens inside ramshackle huts. The town had electricity, which was better than most places, and in the main, dim bulbs lit dark, smoke-rooms that were crowded with grimy-looking men. Further on, a large neon sign pulsed with the words ‘Katyusha’s Cathouse’ above what seemed to the largest building in the town.

Past all this, the slave market wasn’t difficult to find. It was a broad town square with lines of stalls and raised stages. Anya pulled Erin through the crowd until she stopped her in front of the first of the market stages to get a taste for what was going on. A small man with a long waxed moustache and a multicoloured jerkin was announcing his wares to the crowd with fanfare intonation. “Come and see her now, gentleman, see her now, the eighth wonder of the world, the incredible Lara, just in from River Oak, twenty summers old and nearly totally unsoiled. Watch what she can do right here on this stage and bid for her yourself, the sexiest piece of trim this side of the Lighted City, watch her perform and bid as you please…”

“This could be interesting,” Anya remarked to Erin. “This is your competition. Watch and learn, slut and see what you’re going to be expected to be capable of…”

At that moment, a curtain opened at the back of the stage and Lara stepped out…

The curtain swept back to reveal a woman wearing a full-length cloak drawn tight over her body so that not an inch of flesh could be seen. A pair of sunglasses also hid her eyes. All that could be told of her at the moment was that she had a number of incredibly blonde, shimmering tresses that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Slave or not, at seemed to Anya that Lara certainly had a flair for the dramatic and seemed to be enjoying her place in the spotlight, although, it occurred to her, Lara probably figured that the better the show she put on, the more chance she would have of going to a wealthy owner, and the more luxurious the lifestyle she could become accustomed to. There were economics to the slave world that Anya hadn’t even begun to guess at yet.

Lara approached the front of the stage. A crowd of about two hundred – mostly men – had become hushed into awed silence at the apparition in front of them. Then, in one swift motion, Lara threw off her cloak explosively and twirled it away into the crowd. Synchronised with the crowd, even Anya gasped at what was revealed.

The black platform sandals with winding straps that reached all the way up her calves made her seem gigantic; Lara was way over six feet tall even without them on. Her skin colour was a flawless, caramel brown and her whole body glistened with oil giving her flesh a luxurious, succulent sheen that made all present long to run their hands over it. Lara hadn’t bothered with panties, and Anya saw a black tattoo begin in a slender line from her pubic mound and blossom upwards through her loins to appear to reach up to a tight and clearly defined rack of neat, chiselled abdominal muscles. Lara’s massive breasts were the perfect complement to this display. Even restrained as they were by a tight, white, tube top, it was obvious that Lara’s tits were truly magnificent, and dwarfed even Anya’s own. Another black tattoo around the top of Lara’s arm mirrored the one on her tight abdomen, and, although Anya couldn’t see past the black sunglasses, the pair of rich, red lips as lush as ripe fruit, occasionally parted by a pink tongue, told their own story.

Evidently, Anya mused, Lara had been in training for this auction for some time and had taken a number of steps to make sure that she was as close to perfection as possible for it. If perfection was what she was after, she hadn’t fallen far short. After the crowd had shaken itself out of its shocked silence, Lara launched herself into a complicated series of moves across the stage, showing off her suppleness and agility, writhing and constricting, bending to expose her hairless pussy and her tasty ass-cheeks. The dance was mesmerising.     

The small compare in the decorative jacket resumed his spiel: “Marvel at her, gentlemen, for her like may never arrive through the gates of Obille in another thousand summers. Truly when God, the great destroyer, wanted to give hope to the damned of this cursed earth he sent us no clearer sign.”

Lara continued to grind her body on the stage. The man continued, “As sure as my name is Billy Pocket, this is truly the greatest gift I’ve ever brought to Obille. Would you like to see her suck?”

The crowd roared its approval.

“Would you like to see her fucked?”

The crowd again voiced its approval.

“Very well. Sebastian, would you come out on stage please?”

Again the curtains parted, and this time a man walked out…

The crowd of two-hundred would-be buyers and mere spectators let out a roar of approval when the man came into view, his nakedness promising that that which they had all been waiting for was soon to happen.

Anya, being one of the few women standing amongst the crowd, examined the man thoroughly.
He was, as noted, already completely naked, not even wearing a loincloth or a pair of sandals, his young body being fit and well-muscled, even if far from hulking in form, despite standing at least six and a half feet tall.
Sebastian’s hair was blonde and shimmering in colour, cut down to a few inches in length.
His face was smooth-shaven, undoubtedly so that no facial hair would conceal any of its pure, handsome characteristics.

His skin, flawless and generously tanned, was, like Lara’s, completely covered by glistening oil that further accentuated his supple, firm muscles.
Looking down to his crotch, Anya noted that it was, like his face, smooth-shaven, with not a single strand of pubic hair being left there, even his heavy scrotum was devoid of hair.

A tattoo, similar in shape and colour to Lara’s, went on from the first few inches of his long, thick shaft up to just below his well-defined abdominal muscles.
It felt clear to Anya that Sebastian's cock, which despite still hanging half-limp between his already legs was longer than the average penis was when fully erect, would turn out to be something extra once he was properly aroused.

“Yes, cheer for them dear audience!” Billy Pocket shouted out from the stage, his arm flapping up and down in a completely misguided attempt to bring the crowd’s attention to the stage.
Everyone there was already taking in the sight of the two, although most eyes were glued to Lara’s breathtaking appearance.

Finally, Billy Pocket exposed what Anya had already begun to suspect.
“Yes, this is the man who is going to fuck this beautiful angel! A slave, like her!”

“That’s right! I am proud to offer one of you lucky souls out there these two, for purchase, today!” Billy Pocket went on, albeit most of those present barely heard him, so enraptured were they by the sight of the two two of them, completely naked and circling each other on stage, looking as though they were just dying to jump forth and fuck each other’s brains out.
“But they have one demand for you, my most appreciative and lecherous audience!
They want you to decide how they are going to start!”

At this, the cheers and whistles rose to a level which almost made Anya and Erin put their hands over their ears, while Billy Pocket had to stretch his thin voice even further in order to make himself heard.
“Gentlemen, may I please ask you to lower your voices! While Lara and Sebastian no doubt appreciate your enthusiasm, you are hindering them from doing what they want to do most!”
Hearing him, the crowd began to slowly lower the force of their screams.

Billy Pocket, who Anya had determined was a man who never said anything if he could “exclaim” it instead, shot the crowd a soapy smile before carrying on.
“Now, gentlemen, this is how your vote is going to happen! I will list you an option of what these horny youngsters are to do, and then you will scream out your backing for that option.
When I have mentioned all the options, I will select the option which received the heartiest support, and these two will carry it out!”

It seemed as though the crowd took a while to realize what exactly it was that told them to do, but once people began to fathom that they were the ones who would get to decide what was to happen the cheers rose louder in volume again.
Holding the flats of his hands down while slowly waving his arms, Billy Pocket managed to get the crowd to quiet down again, even if a whistle or two could still be heard every other second.

“Now then, as I said, it is time for you to choose how these two raunchy young slaves are to fuck each other!” Billy Pocket fired of another sleazy smile in the general direction of the crowd after having said this, and then went on to list the options.

“Do you want to see this ravenous young slut suck some cock?” Billy cried out in query, his nasal voice reaching a new level of excitement, fake or real.
There was a good many cheers in favour of this coming from the crowd, but many were silent as they waited for something more to be offered.

“Alright, how about watching young Sebastian get down and fuck this lovely young thing with his tongue?” Billy Pocket asked, but this brought little response from the crowd.
Anya couldn’t help but smile, she suspected that few men here were of the sort that would willingly conduct a sexual act solely for the pleasure of a woman, or even understand why a man would do such a thing voluntarily.

Anya, who had been busy gazing out over the crowd, now noted that Erin’s eyes were fixated on the small stage.
Turning her head, Anya could see why:
Lara, still wearing her top and sunglasses, had sauntered over to Sebastian and was now circling him, her slender right hand sliding around his waist as she moved.
Finally, she stopped straight in front of him and clasped her nimble fingers round his stiffening cock.

If it had been stiff when Lara got hold of it, Sebastian’s cock soon rose to full hardness, thanks to Lara’s firm pumping of her hand up and down the length of his thick member.
Anya had to admit that the size of Sebastian’s penis was something extra indeed, his heavy pole looking big enough to stuff Lara’s pussy absolutely full.

“Look, look all of you how this lecherous, cock-crazed little slut is jerking him hard in awaiting of your vote! Who would like to see her get that cock rammed into her from behind!? Gentlemen, roar out now if you want to see young Lara, this ample-titted angel of these scarred lands, get her ass fucked!” Billy Pocket shouted at the audience, who roared out their lustful agreement to his proposal.
“You have decided, and I am humbly resigned to demand that your will is to be done.”
Billy Pocket turned towards Sebastian and Lara, gesturing with his arm in an overtly theatrical way as he ordered them to “Commence!”
Anya saw how Lara’s lips formed a faint smile at Pocket’s order, and she took a step back from Sebastian, positioning herself so that her rear was now turned towards the audience.

There was a soar of excitement from the crowd when Lara leaned forwards, thus pushing her ass backwards. Her hands grabbed hold of her buttocks and separated them, clearly exposing her puckered asshole to the leering men in front of the stage.
Now, Sebastian had positioned himself to the right of Lara’s firm, perfectly rounded ass, his 12 inch cock making contact with the smooth skin of his lover’s right buttock.
Slowly, the two repositioned themselves so that the crowd could see them from the side, and then Sebastian placed his cock directly against Lara’s rectum.

While the whistles and cheers rose in volume again, Sebastian rocked his hips forwards to penetrate Lara’s tight asshole.
Lara let out a long, husky gasp as Sebastian’s peach-sized cockhead pressed past her sphincter, his hands placed on her hips as he slowly worked more and more of his long cock into her tight hole.

The pair shifted footing until Lara was facing the crowd, giving them a good look of her tits rolling from the force of Sebastian’s thrusts, the two orbs straining their confinement, which was by now soaked through by oil.
Lara dropped to her hands and knees, with Sebastian on top of her upshot ass, ramming his cock to the balls through the curvy blonde’s moist sphincter.

As Lara’s body shuddered from the force of Sebastian’s piston-like taking of her ass, her sunglasses fell down onto the floor.
Just after that, she lifted her head up and let out a long wail of pleasure, looking at the crowd with her eyes raging with fiery lust.
It was then that Anya noticed how glazed Lara’s hazelnut eyes looked.
After a moment’s pause, realization hit Anya: having your eyes look like that was one of the signs that you had been influenced by “Budder”, a mixture of herbs whose primary effect of suppressing self-awareness and self-will.
Looking closer at Sebastian, Anya could note that Sebastian’s eyes were glazed as well.
Suddenly, it seemed as though the two slaves weren’t offering themselves out as slaves of their own free will.
Anya glanced at Billy Pocket, her gaze filled with scorn, but then returned her focus to Lara and Sebastian.
The way in which they fucked each other gave Anya a notion that it wasn’t the first time that that was happening.

By now, the two had picked up quite a pace, and were moaning loudly in unison each time that Sebastian pushed forwards into Lara’s ass.
Suddenly, Sebastian froze his movement after having buried his cock to the hilt inside Lara’s tight asshole, and began to pulse his load deep into her bowels.
Feeling him cum in her anus, Lara moved her right hand down to her pussy and began frantically fingering herself while Sebastian climaxed.
There was some obvious disappointment amongst the grouping in front of the stage over the lack of a cum-shot for a finale, and Anya could swear that Billy Pocket almost looked worried over what they might do.

But to the delight of the crowd, Sebastian pulled out of Lara’s anus with his cock still fully erect, its hardness promising that more was to come.
Her eyes feasting on the mouth-watering sight of Sebastian’s full-sized piece of dick, Anya could almost swear that his balls had grown in size after his ejaculation.

Still simpering the crowd, Billy, cavorted across the stage in double quick time emitting a blistering stream of superlatives in praise of the onstage pair, “Truly a mating of eagles!” he cried, “what poise, what stamina, what a staggering display of sexual prowess!”

Dithering across the floor, oiling his spiel to the crowd, Billy swept Lara’s sunglasses from the ground and slid them back onto her face to cover his sins. The only reason a man of his diminutive stature was able to do this was because the huge-breasted, hardbodied blonde was currently on her knees, facing the audience, her back rigid, tits thrust out as her right hand rapidly riffled her slick pussy. Sebastian stood next to her, his gaze still vapid, his cock spearing out in front of him. Anya looked at him closely. There seemed to be no doubt that his balls were churning around in his scrotum, the orbs pulsating with a strange animation that made his ballsack definitely look as if it were beginning to expand. His cock, standing proudly perpendicular to his body, was thick, engorged, and dripping in much of the cum he had just blown up Lara’s rectum. Anya had seen few like it. Her mouth watered.

With Lara’s shades back on her face, Billy motioned to Sebastian and indicated his monstrous manhood. “Look at this, look at this, ladies and gentlemen… our prince here has had his cock entrenched in the hottest, tightest ass this side of the Lighted City and yet still he remains hard as an iron bar! Look at the awesome power behind this mighty staff! Will this be the day some generous lady makes an offer for the most indomitable, indefatigable lover in all of Obille? Would you like to see more of the pair?”

The crowd whistled and roared, and Billy Pocket turned with a flourish: “Then more you shall see!” At this, he ripped Lara’s tight white top off her body, and exposed her huge tits to the audience. Free to the air, Lara’s breasts didn’t sag at all down her body, and instead remained exactly where they had been before, sitting high, huge, and succulent on her chest. They were, quite simply, the biggest, firmest tits Anya had ever seen, and they were glinting with oil.

Someone with their wits about them in the audience shouted out “fuck her tits!”

The chant was taken up by the whole crowd. For once, Billy pocket didn’t have to say anything. Scampering out of the way, to the back of the stage, he watched with professional interest.

Sebastian took his immense dick in his right hand and turned towards Lara. The overwhelming weight of his throbbing purple cockhead made it droop towards her like a flower with a head too heavy for its stalk. Planting his thick length between her cleavage and leaning backwards so everyone could see, Sebastian obeyed the crowd.

Even from twenty yards away, Anya heard the wet ‘splat’ sound that his tool made as it nestled firmly between Lara’s bounteous, golden mounds. Lara inverted her hands and pressed her palms on top of her tits, pushing her delectable boobs together to create a hot, slick tunnel for Sebastian’s rod. Even so, with his first thrust, Sebastian’s dick surged upwards between the monstrous globes, the huge, peachy cockhead spearing rampantly up like a piston to stand proudly up an inch from Lara’s face, his bell end level with her sunglasses. The two of them stayed in that position for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually the amount of time it took for a clear tear of fluid to leak from Sebastian’s piss hole and dribble all the way back down onto Lara’s breasts.

Sebastian withdrew and began to fuck Lara’s juicy tits with everything he had, his balls smacking against her hard belly as his cum tube slid between her giant boobs over and over. Copious gobs of precum began to accumulate all over Lara’s glorious body, droplets forming on her clavicle and occasionally dripping from her chin. Sebastian began to grunt animalistically before long, which surprised no-one; not many of the crowd could have hoped to have lasted more than a couple of seconds, minutes at the most, with a woman such as Lara.

Finally, Sebastian seemed to wilt just as Lara seemed to be coming into her element, and she pulled backwards, grabbed his cock with a decisive, two handed grip and jerked him off directly in her face. The hard, rapid strokes she used brought a rapturous cry from deep within Sebastian, even though Lara looked composed, with nothing more than a victorious smile.

Presently, Sebastian came, the tip of his penis relinquishing the fluid that had been so conspicuously welling within his gigantic balls. A mere six inches away, Lara could not help but get totally drenched. Thick, sticky bolts of cum splashed hard against her face, streaking powerfully into her again and again. She didn’t flinch at all and just continued her determined jerking, luxuriating in the force of the sticky jism. Finally, with Sebastian’s cock finally spent, and spasming weakly, Lara looked out towards the crowd, still holding the dick up next to her lips like a trophy, the other hand fondling her cumslick boobs.

Her sunglasses were covered in cum, slick white fluid plastered against the black lenses and dripping from the bottom of the frames. A massive web of white cum hung obscenely from her chin and slowly lengthened inexorably down towards her tits as she drooled more semen from her mouth. All in all, Sebastian had not missed much. Lara was thoroughly creamed, even to the point where thick wads of cum invaded her belly and slid down her tanned skin to obscure parts of her tattoo.

Seizing his advantage, Billy pocket lurched forwards and attempted to make good on the horny vignette that remained on the stage, cum still sliding down Lara’s body. He knew most people would want to stay to see that, and attempted to start bidding. But the price he was asking was far too high and no-one seemed prepared to meet what he was looking for. There was no interest at all in Sebastian. After a while, the audience dwindled, and when Lara and Sebastian went back behind the curtains, an increasingly desperate Billy Pocket was left with no sale.

Anya thought carefully for a minute. What was her priority here? Was it best to find her own booth and attempt to sell Erin herself? Or would it be better to cut a deal with Billy, let him take her off her for a reasonable price and let him sell her for her?