Resolution - Part 2

By Nigel McParr
von_souppe @ hotmail . com
Copyright 2009 by Nigel McParr, all rights reserved.

On the morning of Resolution, the Committee delivered a sealed envelope from to Matron Elda’s door. She was as nervous as a cat as she carried the envelope into the kitchen where the twins Celia and Bobby were having breakfast. Bobby was spoon-firing bits of cereal at Celia sitting opposite him at the table. Elda caught him unaware and slapped his head so hard he nearly flew off his chair.  

“Will you stop that nonsense - especially, on this day of days?”

Looking sheepish, Bobby got up and mumbled a red-faced apology while Celia tracked him back onto his chair with a smug expression. When Celia saw the envelope, she shrieked, “Matron, open it.”

With a display of pomp and show, Matron Elda broke the red wax seal and drew out a sheet of folded parchment. The Community’s great seal was emblazoned in gold leaf at the bottom of the document. She cleared her throat and began to read aloud.

“Be it known the Committee has tallied the ballots for the annual Resolution.

“Be it known Home Matron Elda Hamilton has been elected to The Recognition category and is therefore entitled to bid on The Prize.”

Bobby smiled awkwardly and waved his congratulations while Celia jumped up and hugged Elda. “Matron, I’m so happy and proud to be in your care. You’ve earned this honor. Oh, I hope Matron Aragon is elected, too.”

“Oh, she will be, Celia. She’s such an important figure in the Community, much more important than a Home Matron like me.”

“Well, Matron, if I may, I respectfully disagree with you. You are very important and everyone knows that.”

Elda smiled proudly at Celia and resumed reading. “Be it known Celia and Bobby Hamilton have been elected to the category of The Select Ten.”

“Huzzah,” Bobby shouted, jumping from his chair and pumping his fist into the air, which earned him a deep frown from his Matron. He quieted down, but didn’t stop smirking at Celia.

Celia ignored her brother. Her eyes brimmed with tears at the harsh realization this would be her last day under the care of her beloved Matron. She hugged Elda tightly and said, “Oh, I don’t want to leave you. You’re the best Matron a girl could ever have.”

“You’ll do well, Celia, wherever you go. It’s your time to fledge and you must now go into the Community with my blessing. As for you, Bobby, I can’t wait to see where you end up.”    

In an effort to make things better with his Matron on his last day under her roof, Bobby tried a joke, “I’ll miss you too, Matron, though not your paddle.”

While Matron Elda glared at him, Celia jumped in. “I don’t think you’re ever going to escape the paddle, Bobby. I’d bet every Matron in the Community knows about your misbehavior.”

Bobby gave his sister a dirty look. ‘So, Matron, who won the Prize? I mean Celia’s a first year candidate. Isn’t she eligible? Heck, I’d sure vote for her if I could.”

Celia smiled at this rare compliment from her brother. He could be so juvenile, but every now and then he surprised her. “Thank you, Bobby.”

“To answer your question, Bobby,” Elda said. “The Prize bidding is always blind. The fifteen Matrons authorized to bid do not know who the Prize is. She will not be revealed until after the winning bid. Only then will she be unmasked.”

Bobby looked puzzled. “Why is that?”

“It’s Community law and that’s how it’s always been done. Congratulations to you both on making the Select Ten. Bobby, I wouldn’t have thought you’d be elected. However, there you are. I can only hope you’ll be sold to a good Matron. Celia is a first year candidate. Therefore, it’s possible but not likely, she’s been voted the Prize. If she is, we won’t see her in the Select Ten group tonight.”

Bobby whistled. “I think I got all that.”

“Don’t either of you say a word. If you do, you’ll be disqualified and put in with the Undesirables. The Resolution Committee will come for both of you two hours before the Resolution starts.”

 Bobby mused, “Matron, who do you suppose would vote me into The Select Ten?”

“Our strictest Matron comes to mind!” Celia answered with a laugh.    

After the Deputies had taken Celia and Bobby away to prepare them for Resolution, Elda straightened up the house and stripped the twins’ beds. Knowing they would no longer be sleeping in these beds left her with an ineffable sense of sadness. The eerie silence that had settled over the old house gave her pause to think. Her charges would not be coming back. Community law mandated they be taken from her when they reached the age of Resolution. They would begin the next stage of their adult lives under new Matrons. Elda prayed Bobby would be sold to a good woman, but given his record of mischief and misbehavior, it wasn’t likely. Celia was right. Bobby would need a strict Matron’s hand for some time to come.

She was pinning her hopes on Celia who’d grown into a lovely young woman with a mind of her own. Everyone said she was doing well at the newspaper. Elda could only hope Celia would be taken by a Matron who’d give her the room to grow and spread her wings.  She had so much potential for Matronhood. Given her strong convictions and a more than plump bustline that showed every indication of growing even larger, it was conceivable Celia could become a Matron in her own right. That would be up to the Community Elders.

She drew a hot bath and soaked for an hour while she considered whom she herself might bid on tonight. Even though she was eligible to bid for the Prize, she knew she wouldn’t. With Celia gone, she needed a strong plain young woman to do her house and yard work. If she was lucky, she might find something reasonable.

Being a special night, she brushed out her hair until it shone and anointed herself from her rarely used vial of scented herbal oil. She twisted and piled her hair into layers and wove fresh-cut blossoms and bright satin ribbons into its shimmering strands. Celia, bless her heart, had washed and pressed her finest embroidered linen skirt. Over the long skirt, she laced herself into a supple doeskin vest cut low to reveal the upper halves of her nesting breasts. Within the taut confines of the leather bodice, her lush cleavage lay proudly exposed. Her pillowy breasts expanded and jiggled with her movements. As she fastened a chain and pendant around her neck, she knew she could still turn a young man’s head. Though Bobby and his friends tried to hide it, she knew they could not keep their eyes off her bosom. Though she never acknowledged their leers, it secretly pleased her.

By the time the sun was dipping low on the horizon, the air was charged with anticipation. Matron Elda could feel it when she left her home and walked to the square in the center of the Community. The air was languid and still. Torches flickered everywhere, casting their amber ambiance onto the streets and buildings. Above the mountaintops that rimmed the Community, the sunset sky was brilliantly streaked in gold, mauve, and violet. In the distance, heat lightening flashed and rumbled. Resolution was upon the Community.

Wall-mounted iron torches illuminated the square with a smoky unsteady light. At one end of the square directly in front of Community Hall, there was a curtained stage. The musicians were warming up in the pit in front of the stage when Elda arrived. She joined the other Matrons strolling into the square. Some women held hands. Others put their arms around another’s waist. She felt a warm hand slip into hers. It was an older Matron, her good friend.

Hand in hand, the two women walked the square. They smiled, nodded, offered and received compliments. The moment was electric. Gay laughter, anticipation, and chatter belied a somber undercurrent that no one not even Elda would admit to. The Matrons had surrendered all their young people come of age this Resolution to the Deputies. Tomorrow morning there would be new faces in many new homes. Elda and her friend did not talk about that as they threaded their way through the crowd to the stage. 

The orchestra director entered the pit to applause and cheers from the crowd. She lifted her arms and the music began, coming up slowly in a minor key; a slow rhythmic dirge that muted the audience and sent shivers through Elda. Enthralled by the mournful sounds of the orchestral arrangement, Elda lifted her gaze to the darkening lavender sky. The stars were coming out now. Elda thought they shone with more than their usual brightness on this night of nights. The curtains slowly parted.

At the front of the stage two young men stood. They were the same young men the deputies had caught robbing the museum. Behind them, a young female stood between a pair of Deputies. All three were naked with their arms bound behind them. Elda could see the deputies had whipped them. The torches that flanked the stage and the row of luminaries across the front of the stage bathed them in coppery-gold. Elda silently complimented the Deputies on the thoroughness of the whippings. She could see the fear beneath the boys’ stolid expressions. The girl regarded the audience with a defiant stare. Even she occasionally revealed glimpses of her anxiety. The Community court had convicted these three and declared them Undesirables. As such, they joined the ranks of the lowest caste in the Community. Their plight was not reversible.

Elda sympathized with them, but they had violated Community law. The swift manifestation of Community justice satisfied her sense of well being. Community law was sacrosanct. After conviction and atonement, the deputies sequestered the Undesirables in the Hall of Justice until Resolution Day. There they were and sold to the Highest bidders. Celia had told Elda about the young men, but she hadn’t heard about the young woman. How long had she languished in the Community Hall of Justice she wondered.

The High Magistrate, a dignified Matron in a linen blouse and long full skirt, swept onto the stage. She moved like a dancer; perfectly erect with her head high and an unmistakable air of self-assuredness and grace. She had drawn back and plaited her red hair into a single braid that ran down her back. As a singular badge of her authority in the Community, she was empowered to fully expose her great coppery breasts. Her gilt embroidered neckline plummeted from her shoulders to below her breasts, which were heavy and full with milk. They swung like magnificent bronzed appendages at a point well below her waist. Her long fat nipples attested to a fondness and enduring ability to wet-nurse.

Beneath her doeskin skirt, her legs were sheathed in leather leggings and beaded moccasins. A quiver of supple willow switches hung over one shoulder. She stood with her legs apart and regarded the crowd with penetrating hazel-green eyes and a prim mouth. Her matriarchal expression subdued the young men in the crowd and brought their cocks to instant attention. Her regal stance and sweeping gaze made the Matrons proud to be Matrons. She slowly extended and lifted her arms and bowed deeply to the crowd who responded with thunderous applause and shrieks of delight. 

 “Welcome, members of Community. As always, I’m honored to preside over Resolution on this Eve of the Spring Solstice. It’s a time for our young women and men to move on and establish new lives in Community. It’s a time for you Matrons to replenish breeding stock, replace your domestics, or perhaps launch a talented young woman on a new path. It’s also time to sell off our Undesirables. And finally, we all want to know who will win Prize this year.”

The crowd broke out in raucous cheers and arm waving.   

“Without further ado, I throw open the Undesirables bidding.”

The High Magistrate nodded to the uniformed Deputies. One Deputy stayed

behind with the young woman while the other led the two young men to the front of the stage. The Magistrate drew a willow switch from her quiver and began to circle the boys.

“I offer you two boys; a cute long-haired brunette and pixyish short-haired blonde. We apprehended them clumsily attempting to steal artifacts from the Arts & Crafts Museum. Atonement law stipulates they be sold into lives of servitude.” She probed their reddened buttocks with the tip of her switch, turning them so their buttocks faced the crowd. “Look at these fine asses - so tight and firm. Can you all see the stripes? The Deputies did a fine job prepping them for Resolution.” 

The crowd watched in rapt silence while the Magistrate whipped each boy just enough to freshen the redness in their buttocks. She also applied the switch to their flaccid cocks, teasing and shaming their manhood until they began to stiffen. The flickering torch light caught the glimmering at the tips of their cocks. She stepped away.

“Well, Matrons, you can see they respond well to punishment. Who will bid for the brown-haired girl? Look at the size of that cock!”

“Ha! A half Krugar for the bitch.

“Three-quarter Krugar.” 

 “Come on, ladies. Loosen up those purse strings. He’s young and strong and will provide many good fucks. And you’ll get a lot of housework out of him.”

A toothless crone shouted, “At the cost of me wearing out a strap.”

The crowd roared.  Elda’s friend entered the bidding.

“One Krugar.”

Since no one else seemed inclined to bid, the Magistrate sold the girl to Elda’s friend. Before going up to the stage to claim her purchase, she said to Elda, “Don’t give me that look, Elda. You know very well I need a new domestic.”

Elda laughed. “Yes, and by the looks of him, you’re also getting a nice stiff cock - a little something to keep you warm on those cold nights.” The woman laughed and nodded as she made her way to the stage.

The blonde haired young man went quickly. A Farm Matron with stout hips, heavy breasts, and a scowling countenance bought him. After paying for him, she hurried her squealing property away with a triumphant look and a powerful grip on the boy’s ear. The crowd cheered her on.

The High Magistrate gestured to the deputies to bring the young woman forward. When she hesitated, the Deputy at her side gave her a resounding spank and pushed her to the edge of the stage where she couldn’t help looking straight down into Elda’s eyes.

            “Ladies, this is the last of the Undesirables. She’s healthy and strong as an ox. Who’ll open the bidding - say a half Krugar?”    

Elda had been studying the girl. She was dark-skinned with a slender waist and wide hips. She had lovely soft brown eyes and short-cropped ebony hair. Her arms were lithe and strong. Her breasts were high and full, standing proudly away from her chest. Elda envisioned breeding her. The profits would bring a tidy sum for retirement and enough money to buy another young woman next year for her housework. By the time, this one’s coffee-colored breasts were heavy with milk and tickling her swollen belly, she’d never have to do laundry again. Someone had warned her the girl was a wild thing and would need a firm hand. That meant nothing to Elda. She had her paddle.

She cupped her hands and called out, “High Magistrate, what did she do?”

“She ran away from her mistress.”

The crowd booed and hissed.

The Magistrate shrugged. “Look, she’s paying the price - permanent servitude. Come on, ladies, she strong and young. What am I bid for this girl whose name is Rose?”

“A quarter Krugar.”

The crowd laughed at the meager bid.

“Surely, she’s worth more than-”

Seeing the opportunity for a bargain, “three-quarter Krugar,” Elda cried out.

Elda’s friend poked her and whispered, “Are you daft?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I am, but I see something in her.”

“Like what?”

“Brood stock. She’ll produce enough for my retirement and another domestic besides.”

“Mmm. That’s a stretch.”

“We’ll see.”

“Going once, going twice. Sold to Matron Elda Hamilton for three-quarter Krugar.”

Elda walked onto the stage. She took the frightened young woman by her hand and led her back stage where she untied her bindings. She smoothed Rose’s unkempt hair away from her face and threw a rough tunic over her to cover her nakedness. “Remain perfectly silent, Rose. Stay beside me or I’ll introduce you to my paddle on your first night in your new home.”

Rose looked up at her new mistress with limpid brown eyes and whispered, “You

needn’t worry, M-Matron Hamilton. I know who you are. I know Celia and Bobby, too. I’ll never try to escape from you.”

When the deputies had cleared the stage, the High Magistrate returned to center stage. “And now Matrons, I present to you this year’s Select Ten.”

Elda nervously watched for Celia as the Select 10 slowly filed onto the stage. They arrayed themselves directly behind the Magistrate in a line facing the crowd. All ten were barefoot and dressed in identical short leather skirts. The females were topless and scarlet with embarrassment. Elda’s heart skipped a beat. Bobby was on the stage but his sister wasn’t. That meant Celia must have won the Prize! From that moment on except for keeping an eye on who was bidding for Bobby, Elda was barely aware of the bidding. She said nothing to her friend and made herself conceal her excitement.

The Magistrate calmed the crowd with her hands. “We have a great offering this year. Ten fresh faces. You voted and some of our best young men and women are up for purchase tonight. These are wonderful for career building, breeding, Matron’s helper, and dare I say just plain old fucking, too. Deputies, please bring up Item One. Her name is Rosalie from the home of Matron Priscilla Simmons. Look at that body and those tits! She’s not the brightest of the lot, but she knows how to scrub and do wash.”

The Matrons laughed heartily.

  As each of the Select 10 was sold off, the deputies brought forward the next one. The Magistrate made sure each female’s nipples were perfectly erect before she presented her for bidding. She teased and whipped each male’s cock until it stood out. Bidding was fierce for the Select Ten. Because he had the biggest cock of the lot, Bobby was hotly contested. Several Matrons wanted him and opened their purses, accordingly.

A tall well built city Matron with a no-nonsense demeanor and a whip at her waist outbid an older farm Matron for Bobby. Elda knew the buyer. She wasn’t a bad sort. She knew the Matron would critically examine her purchase before she paid. She took Bobby to the side of the stage where she looked inside his mouth, his eyes, drew back his foreskin, hefted his balls, felt his legs, and spread his buttocks wide before thrusting a long finger up his anus. Finally, satisfied, she buckled a leather collar around his neck and led him off the stage on a leash.

 Elda Hamilton called out to her, “Margaret, just so you know that boy needs

frequent attention.”

“Don’t you worry, Elda. I know that and I can handle him. He has no idea what I

have in store for him. You have your paddle and I have…well, let’s just say I have some surprises for Master Bobby.” 

All Select 10 sold quickly and at record prices, which pleased the High Magistrate. All proceeds went into the Community’s general fund. As the new owners led away their purchases, it occurred to the Select 10 their new mistresses could do with them as they wished so long as they didn’t violate Community law. Their Matrons might choose to subjugate them or put them onto career paths. Bobby was sure he’d be one of the subjugated and made to submit to his new mistress. However, there was nothing he could do about that. He’d made his bed and now he had to sleep in it.

Even though the split up of her twins saddened Elda, she knew it was the best thing for them. In time, Bobby would surely blossom under the firm hand of his new Matron. Celia’s future was going to be much better. In time, she could become a Matron in her own right. 

The High Magistrate worked the crowd into vigorous applause. “We wish this year’s Select Ten all the best.” The crowd huzzahed their agreement.  “And now for the final event of the evening, what we’ve all been waiting for. Maestro, music, please!”

As the orchestra launched into a rhythmic fanfare, the Prize slowly walked onto center stage. She ascended a platform that had been put there for her. Her head was tight-laced in skin-tight supple mahogany leather. There were openings for her mouth, eyes, and nostrils. She wore a sheer white silk gown whose hem puddled at her bare feet. A green satin ribbon gathered the neck of the gown. She wore nothing beneath the gown. The diaphanous fabric streamed over the rise of her breasts and the breadth of her hips. The shadowy outline of her sex was visible through the filmy silk. When she lifted her eyes and looked out at the crowd they melted.

Elda’s friend clapped her hand over her mouth. “Look at that body, Elda! Who is she?”

Elda smiled to herself and choked back her pride. “I have no idea,” she lied. She looked around for Matron Victoria Aragon and spotted her nearby. In the flickering torch light, her dark luminous eyes were glimmering as she looked up at Celia. The Matron’s expression convinced Elda she already knew who was beneath the mask. With her imposing air and wide full mouth, Victoria Aragon was nothing if not regal and queen-like. Elda could see this woman would be the next High Magistrate. Elda would certainly vote for her if she ran for the office. Her auburn hair was pulled back from her face into an intricately woven chignon. Victoria's seamstress had cut the pliant buckskin of her vest low enough to reveal classic Matron breasts, large and full with deep décolletage. A long leather skirt tightly sheathed her hips and legs. Soft kid leather gloves covered her arms. The glamorous newspaper owner made Elda feel as plain as an old copper kettle.

Standing a few steps behind Victoria was her gorgeous copper-skinned young man. He had the longest lashes Elda had ever seen. She had dressed him in a short leather skirt and restrained him with a leash that ran from her hand to a slender collar around his neck. Elda could see why Celia was infatuated with this imperious Matron. She commanded the respect and adulation of anyone who came into her circle.

            The High Magistrate slowly circled the Prize, teasing her with a fresh willow switch from her quiver. She ran her hand over the silken breasts and fondled her sex. She turned the Prize so that her back was to the crowd. She lifted the gossamer gown to expose the girl’s bottom. There were no whip marks. Her seat was as fresh and pristine as a freshly plucked rose. The Magistrate whispered an order and the girl bent over. As her buttocks rose and spread, the plump raspberry articulations of her sex came into full view. Men’s cocks hardened with unbridled excitement as they imagined themselves fucking this singular beauty. Matrons eyed the plump bottom and fleshy upper thighs with relish. What a whipping she would take. The High Magistrate dropped the gown over the girl’s seat and turned her to face the crowd.  

Beneath the taut leather facemask, Celia was growing warm and nervous as she wrestled with conflicting emotions. On one hand, she was ecstatic the Matrons had voted her the Prize. It was the highest moment of her life. On the other hand, Matron Elda had never exposed her so shamefully much less offered to fifteen Matron bidders. Beneath the soft leather, her face was scarlet; a hot blush began at her cheeks and radiated down to her breasts. She could see her Matron looking solicitously at her. Her expression buoyed her up.

I will get through this, Matron Elda.  I will make you proud. That is my promise. 

An arrow of pleasure shot through her when the high Magistrate leaned to her and whispered, “Be brave, Celia. You’ve earned this honor. No one deserves it more than you do. You must remember every second you’re on this stage.”

As she spoke, she brushed Celia’s startled mouth with her own. The older woman’s tongue glided like a balm over her lips then gently insinuated itself into her mouth. Celia was unable to restrain herself. She opened her mouth wide to admit the High Magistrate’s cock-like tongue. The older woman’s hands were at her neck now, loosening the ribbon that held up her gown. With a whisper and a sigh, the gown slide from Celia’s shoulders to the stage floor. The crowd gasped in delight.

The Deputies had oiled Celia’s body until it gleamed. Caught in the flickering torch flames, her oiled skin shone like polished bronze. Her breasts were large and ripe as if they were inflated. Her nipples needed no prompting. They stood hard and at attention, which sent whispers through the crowd. The High Magistrate lifted Celia’s breasts to the Matrons and let them fall heavily onto her ribs to bounce and settle above her slender waist. She ran the tips of her fingers down Celia’s belly and over her pubic mound, sending shivers through Celia’s aching thighs.

“Would the fifteen distinguished Recognition category Matrons please come onto the stage. You know who you are. You’ve been given green bidding paddles.”

The High Magistrate waited until the fifteen Matrons had taken their places on the stage. Elda Hamilton was proud and embarrassed to associate with such an important group of peers. She took her place beside Matron Victoria Aragon, who smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand as if she already knew the outcome.

“The Community recognizes the fifteen Matrons bidding on the Prize. I will grant full sovereignty to whichever one of you wins. It will be the winner’s right and responsibility to nurture, groom, and discipline her acquisition. Before we begin, however, I want to freshen and excite the Prize.”

A Deputy handed the High Magistrate a short black whip. The Magistrate circled Celia, lightly whipping Celia’s plump figure with the stinging tendrils of the whip. She whipped just hard enough to sting but left no marks on Celia’s coppery skin. She relentlessly teased Celia’s sex with the butt of her whip until Celia was groaning beneath her mask. Her hips began to writhe and move against the whip. The Matrons on the stage and in the crowd below felt her arousal. Celia’s scent rose from her body and drifted into the evening air. In a distant alley, a young coyote lifted its head and began to yip.

The High Magistrate nodded to an off-stage Deputy. Celia watched silently as the female Deputy led a well-muscled young man onto the stage. He had bright blue eyes and a soft mouth. He wore a short skirt and a wreath of flowers woven into his long dark hair. His extended cock lifted front of his leather skirt. His cock was huge; nearly two inches thick and extending like a post from his groin. Its tip was taut and swollen, deep scarlet overall. A young woman in the crowd stared at the young man’s cock and gasped. Looking down in surprise and shame, she clutched at the folds of her skirt. She had wet herself. The Matron beside her was not amused.

The High Magistrate ordered the young man to stand behind Celia. When she nodded, the crowd and all on stage fell into a restless silence. They watched the young man take hold of Celia’s generous hips and insinuate his meaty member between her well-larded bottom cheeks. The High Magistrate stood in front of Celia, cupping and fingering her sex with one hand and teasing her nipples with the other. She kissed Celia, sucking her tongue so hard Celia was trapped now inside the Magistrate’s mouth.

The young man settled into a gentle rhythm, probing, backing, thrusting until he had Celia impaled on the bulbous end of his great cock. He glanced through lidded eyes at the High Magistrate. When she nodded, he pushed himself in with a single thrust deep into Celia’s backside. At that moment, the music rose from the orchestra pit in a tsunami of sonorous thumps and beats. The dissonant chant of an off-stage chorus filled the square.

Celia’s scream was a good omen. No young man had ever butt-fucked her. The crowd and the Matrons on the stage watched with undisguised delight as Celia began to meet the young man’s thrusts. She rode his cock as if it were a polished banister. He went in and out rhythmically, giving her no quarter. Nor did Celia yield to him. She matched his thrusts with her hips, pressing herself hard against him. It was clear to the crowd Celia wanted every bit of this young stud’s pole.

            There was no time for Celia to catch her breath. The High Magistrate was all over her with her mouth opened wide and pressed to Celia’s - breathing for both of them. The Magistrate’s silvery tongue and the huge cock inside her edged away her pain with a full-throated symphony of arousal and joy. She giggled breathily into the High Magistrate’s mouth and surrendered completely to the moment.   

“Thank you…High Magistrate,” she managed to gasp into the older woman’s sucking mouth.

Satisfied with the young man’s efforts to fuck Celia, the High Magistrate held Celia and kissed her fluttering eyelids. “Be still, my child and enjoy your reward. There are many more to come.”

   The ensuing orgasm was breathtaking, astonishing, and even frightful in its all-encompassing intensity. Celia had never experienced such a measure of pain overlain with soaring pleasure. She screamed as the High Magistrate’s fingers and the throbbing cock in her backside worked their awful magic. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy ebbed and flooded through her psyche. The audience lifted their arms and cheered with each desperate thrust of her hips onto the young man’s cock. 

When Celia finally went limp with exhaustion, the High Magistrate ordered the Deputy to take the young man off-stage. She put her arms around Celia and held her for a long moment of silence before she released her and turned her to face the crowd and the bidding Matrons. Celia caught a glimpse of the pride and happiness on her Matron’s   face and was relieved. She hadn’t disappointed her.

“Matrons, the bidding is about to begin. Please be generous. This is a Prize worth bidding for.”  

Victoria Aragon opened the bidding with a breathtaking bid. “One hundred Krugars!”

“One-fifty,” bid one of the Community’s wealthiest Matrons.

“Two hundred!” Victoria responded.

“Two twenty-five.”

The crowd held their breath. Most wanted Matron Aragon to win. The other Matron already owned several Prizes. Under her whip hand, none of them had ever amounted to anything and they were no longer beautiful. The bidding between the two women continued unabated until finally the wealthy Matron shrugged and lowered her paddle.

“You can have her, Victoria. This year’s Prize is too rich for my blood and probably too pretty for my purposes. I congratulate you.” The woman left the stage clearly disappointed she couldn’t bring this Prize home.

The crowd buzzed with excitement. Matron Victoria Aragon had just bid the highest amount ever for a Prize - three hundred and fifty Krugars. The High Magistrate gestured to Victoria.

“Victoria, I know you’re anxious to meet your prize. You may remove her mask.”

Celia’s head rested on her chest while Victoria unlaced her leather mask. As the mask fell away, Victoria laughed with childish delight. Celia’s cerulean blue eyes were wet and gleaming. Her lips were glossy scarlet. Shaking her blonde curls free, she lifted her head and smiled as she looked into her new mistress’ eyes with a wondrous expression of love and relief.

 “So it was you, Celia. I thought as much. There isn’t a girl in Community with a

body like yours. You’re worth every Krugar and you’re going to make me very happy.”  

Victoria kissed her new property. As Celia melted into the warmth of her new owner’s arms, she thought to whisper, “Mistress, will you allow me to continue working at the newspaper?”

“Of course. The only difference now is you’re going home with me and Tommy.”

 Elda touched Victoria’s arm. Tears clouded her eyes. “Matron Aragon, this young woman has been the light of my life. Will you take good care of her?”

            “I shall, Elda. You’ve done a wonderful job with her. Now it’s my turn to take her in hand and lead her to the heights.”  

As Victoria led Celia off the stage to the thunderous cheering and applause of the crowd, Elda heard Victoria say, “Celia, I’ve always wanted a child. Perhaps I’ll breed you to Tommy. I want to pass your attributes to my child.”

Celia looked misty-eyed at her new mistress. I’ll do whatever you say, Matron Aragon.”

“That’s very wise of you, Celia.”

Continued in Part Three