Being sold?!
Those words spoken into my ear, so closely that I felt the nasty breath from them, made the room spin. Was Brady serious? Would they actually go that far? The Brothers were business men. A little blackmail was one thing. This was on a whole other level!
"Easy Dafni," Brady said. He released my ass and grabbed me by the shoulders to spin me around. I'm sure he could see the impact of his news on my face. "You're losing the color in those beautiful cheeks."
"Wh...wha...what are...they doing?" I stammered out.
"Oh, I think you heard me just fine," he said with a smug face. My brain worked to study his words; to truly contemplate their meaning. There was no way that's what he said; what he meant.
"You can't...they can't..," I stammered.
"Easy now. Don't go getting all worked up," Brady said, still holding me up by the shoulders. His smile turned menacing as he leaned in to whisper, "Did you really think you were going to get away Scott free? You really didn't pay attention to anything did you," Brady tisked with his tongue and gave a shake of his head.
"But I...I..," I stammered again.
"You were what? Freed? Oh sissy, you truly are that airheaded. That was merely an illusion that you so easily believed. The Brothers are just not quite that forgiving," he said with snooty sarcasm. "You are still property, sissy-girl. As such, the right has been exercised to sell you for monetary gain." His words hit like a ton of bricks. As if it would somehow make me feel better, he added, "Be proud, Dafni. I think you're going to fetch quite the pretty penny!"
My painted lip quivered. The world around me began to blur. My legs trembled harder; to the point I wondered if they'd be able to hold me up any longer. They couldn't! My not-so-old master kept me from simply collapsing and eased me down onto my knees; a stance that I'd known all too well the past few months. For just a few, short days I got to pretend my sissy life was behind me. The dream of getting my old life back together had invigorated me. I couldn't have guessed that my abroad employers had this planned.
Echoing in the background, somehow near and far at the same time, I could hear the Brothers gleefully calling out bids. Though the numbers were muffled, as if being heard from underwater, it sounded like an astounding amount.
This was really happening!
I found myself at Brady's feet on all fours. The numbers continued to be yelled out and with each figure my stomach got twisted further into a knot. Clint and Daniel had not escaped what fate the Brothers had bestowed on them. They were in a prison and I was going to be headed to one myself. Not a legally-binding, government run facility, but a prison just the same; one filled with dresses, and high-heels, and makeup, and I'm sure copious amounts of cum. All that swirled around in my brain until I couldn't take it anymore and I found myself regurgitating on their marble floor.
"You fucking bitch!" I heard Eugene say when he turned to discover what I'd done. He came over with his palm opened as if he were going to backhand me. His brother was quick to stop him.
"Hey!" I heard him say in a hushed voice. The phone was passed off to Eve before Eddie approached his brother. "Just calm down. We're selling her, remember? If she gets damaged, then it's going to come off our cut." I couldn't believe that he was talking about me like I was a mere object.
"Yeah, I know," Eugene said, clearly still aggravated at the stomach acid, saliva, and cum that pooled on their expensive floor. "I hope this auction is quick. I want this cunt gone from this office and out of my sight." Speaking of sight, he must have seen Alyssa and he barked an order at her. "Get a towel and clean that shit off our floor."
"Yes, sir," I heard Alyssa reply.
Brady leaned down next to me. His hand caressed the back of my head and down along my back. I was being petted like a fucking dog.
"Dafni, don't be upset. I know you'll be going to a lovely home with a new master that I'm sure is going to take good care of you." He ended that with a muffled snicker. Alyssa came over with a towel and dropped down to her knees. Brady decided to enlist her help in trying to put my mind at ease. "I'm sure Alyssa here can tell you that getting a new home isn't the end of the world."
My head remained low. I didn't try to look up to see what she had to say. My mind was a flurry of what was taking place around me. Still, I noticed a brief hesitation in both her response and wiping up my mess. I could just see her petite hand holding the towel in midair for just a moment before she brought it down to wipe.
"Of course, Master Brady. I'm sure her next home will be lovely with an owner who will graciously take good care of her," she said. The words we're hollow. I knew that from my own experiences.
"Well, as kindly as a sissy deserves to be treated, you mean," Brady said with a bit of a laugh, ending in a minor coughing fit.
It didn't matter if either of them were saying a truth or just trying to keep me calm. The fact was I didn't want to be fucking sold to anyone! I wasn't some object! I didn't want a new fucking home! I had a home that I wanted to stay in.
It was then It hit me that perhaps I had a way out. Not a full-blown way out, mind you, but enough to have this so-called auction called off. Both of them had used the word 'home', which is where I needed to be. It may not be in the capacity I'd prefer, but it would be better than the alternative.
"Bra...MASTER," I started in a panic, sitting back on my knees to look at him.
He had made and offer for me to stay his property and live in his house. I was still pissed at him trying to take legal ownership over it, but at the moment it was moot. Brady was as loathsome as they come, yet I would rather take my chances with his disgusting self than to be sold off to some depraved man; not knowing a thing about him or even where I would end up.
"What is it, sissy-girl?" He asked with a smug sneer. He raised back to a standing position while I raised up on my knees in front of him.
"Sir, please. I would love to take your offer. I'll become your permanent sissy-slave. I'll cook for you. I'll clean for you. I'll take care of you...and your home," I was sure to add. "I'll take wonderful care of your home for you. I'll be a good, obedient sissy-maid!" The words we're like bile, but in that moment I meant every one of them. I didn't want to be sold. I didn't want to become someone else's property.
"Oh, Dafni, you are as cute as ever. I knew sure as anything that you'd come crawling on your knees back to me." That was shamefully but quite literally what was happening. "I'd love to have you come stay with me and tend to my every need," he said with a notable grab of his crotch.
There was just the briefest of moments where I felt like things would swing my way. This path was less than ideal, but I was picking the lesser of two evils. I knew Brady and I knew my house. There was always a chance the I could get him comfortable enough with me that I could find a way to free myself again. That was a dream, though, that was far off and unlikely to come to fruition considering what he next told me.
