by Wild, Lucy
“The auction?” I asked, managing to squeeze a sentence in while she paused for breath.
“First thing we do with a new girl. Auction off her first time. You are a virgin, right?”
“Course,” I lied. “Why do you think I’m here?”
She laughed. “Exactly. Well you’ll know all about the auction then.”
I didn’t but it wasn’t hard to work out. She thought I was a virgin. I was to be auctioned to the highest bidder who would then take my virginity. She said it happened to all the new girls. Was that what happened to the three who went missing? Someone had gotten a bit obsessive, thought buyer’s rights extended beyond the auction?
She shoved open one door after another, leading me down poorly lit corridors and then stopping by a door marked ‘Stage.’
“You ready?” she asked, pushing me up the steps.
“Yep,” I said, managing a smile. “Couldn’t be more excited.”
“I’ll take your jacket,” she said. “Don’t want to hide the goods do we?”
“No,” I replied through gritted teeth, liking her less and less. “Of course not.”
“Go on then,” she said eagerly. “Good luck.”
I pushed open the door and stepped through, finding myself in pitch black. I could hear voices, people talking behind a thick curtain which began to rise as I stood there. Before I had a chance to move, a figure stepped out next to me, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me forwards. The audience was revealed, a room filled with men and women, barely visible beyond the glare of a bright light shining directly at me.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the figure next to me said, turning to look at me, grinning from his ancient face. He had to be at least seventy.
“I give you Maddy. What will you give me?”
“Two hundred,” a voice shouted.
“I am offended, Sir,” the man next to me replied. “She is offended too. And with good reason.”
“A thousand.”
“Two thousand.”
“Five thousand.”
“Six.”
“Ten.”
“Fifteen.”
“Twenty.”
“Twenty-one.”
“Twenty-one fifty.”
“Twenty-two.”
Then a new voice. “Fifty thousand.”
A murmur from the audience. I stood feeling everyone’s eyes on me. The worst part of all this was the fact that I liked it. I liked them all looking at me. I liked the thought that they were bidding against each other for the right to touch me, to strip me, to fuck me. I’d fantasised about a situation like this so many times, never thinking it would really happen. But woe betide whoever won because I had no intention of being fucked by a stranger. This wasn’t why I was here. I was here to find the missing girls. It didn’t hurt to enjoy the moment though, the feeling of being so in demand they were fighting it out over me. Made me feel pretty damned desirable.
“Fifty-five.”
The voice again. “A hundred thousand.”
More murmurs. “Anyone else? No? Then to you, Sir, I say you have a bargain. Maddy is yours for the next hour.” He turned to me to whisper. “Go off that side and through the door on your left. Go on.”
He gave me a little shove and I stepped back into the darkness. I found the door by feeling my way along the wing, heading through it into a corridor. The woman from the reception was waiting. “This way,” she said, beckoning me. “It’s down here, third door on the right. It’s unlocked ready for you. Oh, to be your age and with such a handsome man. I’m really quite jealous.”
She had her arm round my shoulder as she talked, guiding me towards the room where a man was waiting. A man I recognised. “It’s you,” I said as I stepped inside, pushing the door closed behind me on the face of my guide who was still grinning in at us both. “You bought me?”
“Indeed I did,” he replied.
“But why?”
“Because you’ve got a secret and I want to know what it is.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ah, keep lying for now. It’ll make it more fun.”
“Look, I don’t know what you think you know but you’re wrong. I haven’t got any secrets.”
“Well, we’ll soon find out, won’t we?”
“There’s nothing to find out.”
“If you say so. Shall we get to it then?”
“Get to what?”
“I bought you. I get to fuck you.”
I froze on the spot. I should have slapped him. I should have told him he was under arrest for soliciting sex. I should have done many things that I didn’t do. What I did do was feel my body suddenly heat up as he said the word ‘fuck.’ That body of his was doing things to me, making it impossible to think straight. “Okay,” a voice said from far away. It took me a moment to realise it was me.
“Close your eyes,” he said, taking a step towards me.
I did as he said, gasping as a second later, he pounced.
FOUR
HIS HANDS DESCENDED ON MY shoulders. I was under no duress. I was not held in place. Yet I didn’t move. Not only that but I kept my eyes shut purely because he had told me to. I was fairly certain he wasn’t responsible for the disappearance of the girls but I couldn’t be sure. The thought of the danger I was in made the intensity of the moment all the stronger. I was having to put my trust not just in a stranger, but in a potentially dangerous one.
It went against all my training but I couldn’t help myself. He slipped the dress off my shoulders, letting go and waiting. The dress stayed in place, clinging to me too tightly to slide down of its own accord. With my shoulders exposed, I could feel the top of my cleavage was visible. I could feel him looking at it. My nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric as I fought to control my breathing. And he’d only touched me once.
His fingers tugged at my dress a second later, shifting it lower and lower, sliding it over my chest. I felt it running down over my breasts, my nipples now barely covered. Another half inch and he’d see them. I felt terribly exposed but also more alive than ever before, my skin on fire with desire. I could picture how I looked to him, how slutty, how vulnerable. Still I kept my eyes tightly shut.
He tugged the dress again, my nipples popping into view over the top. I let out a gasp as his tongue suddenly flicked over my left breast, sucking the nub into his mouth, squeezing it tightly between his lips. As soon as it began, it was over and he was again just standing there, sliding my dress down further.
He moved closer, I could hear him. What was he going to do?
He kissed my stomach, sliding the dress down to my hips at the same time. He kissed lower, finding my belly button, kissing an inch below that.
Then the dress was down my legs, pooling at my ankles, leaving me just in my thong and heels. His fingers traced a line down my legs to my ankles, lifting one foot then the other to get the dress away from me. I heard him stand again, moving round me in a circle, his eyes burning into my skin.
From behind me, his hand slid round my throat, grasping me just tightly enough to scare me, to show me how powerful he was, what he was capable of doing. Then it moved down and he began groping my chest, squeezing my breasts, tugging at my nipples.
His lips brushed the side of my neck, kissing my ear, my shoulder, my back. They were light embraces, as if he had all the time in the world to tease me. His hands slid down my stomach, reaching the top of my thong before sliding away, leaving me pushing my hips towards nothing.
His hand slipped into mine and he walked me across the room, pushing open a door and guiding me through. “Keep your eyes closed,” he whispered.
He moved me onto some kind of table. It was made of varnished slats that felt cold underneath me. My heart raced as I felt chains being attached to my wrists, binding me in place. He did the same to my ankles, leaving me completely at his mercy.
There was the rustle of clothing and I knew it was him undressing. Still I didn’t look. I couldn
’t disobey him no matter how much I wanted to see his body.
His fingers ran up my legs, stopping at my thighs. Then he skipped my stomach and tugged at my nipples again, making me gasp.
“I’m going to make you come,” he said in a matter of fact voice.
He’d have a job. No man had ever managed it before. I’d only been able to do it to myself.
His hands went gradually towards my thong, taking his time, making me groan with frustration, tugging at the chains as he slipped the thong to one side.
“You’re so wet,” he muttered, scooping up moisture with his fingers and coating my clit which seemed more sensitive than I’d ever known it.
The lightest touch of his hand was too much and I winced, hardly able to bear it. He stroked it lightly, taking his time, listening to my breathing change. My fists began to clench as my body reacted to his touch, my insides aching to be filled, feeling suddenly empty, devoid of something, needing something inside me, something hard.
His fingers started to move gradually faster, maintaining a rhythm, stroking either side of my clit and then directly over the top, ignoring my shifting hips, the way I thrust up towards him, wanting him inside me. I wanted to look at him. I would only have to open my eyes to see his rigid cock right there beside me. The thought tipped me over the edge.
My clit suddenly felt too sensitive and a split second later, I came, his fingers immediately slowing at just the right time, leaving my body to enjoy the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. How had no one done that to me before? How had I not known to do it that way? My limbs shook, the chains rattling as my climax swept through me, making a ridiculous grin spread across my face.
I panted for breath for some time, my heart thudding as I slowly recovered, my limbs still twitching. “I’m not done yet,” he said.
A second later, I heard a clanking sound and the table started to shift. It was movable. The slats could be adjusted. It was strange sensation, having my legs separated but still bound in place as she table moved, my knees lifting, my hips shifting.
The sound stopped and the table ceased moving, leaving me with my knees raised and spread apart. I heard the snipping sound of a pair of scissors and then the cold of it on my hip as it slid down to my thigh. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked, the fear evident in my voice.
“This,” he replied.
FIVE
THE SCISSORS SNAPPED SHUT AND my thong fell away, leaving me totally exposed with nothing to protect me at all. My heart continued to race as the cold metal moved up and over my nipples before finally vanishing. Then he pounced on me again, leaning forwards between my legs, his tongue going straight to my ass. It delved into my tight hole before retreating to lap circles around it, leaving my pussy crying out with need.
He dipped into my ass again, licking faster, plunging deeper, his hands not touching me, just his tongue on me, making me cry out with desire. “Fuck me,” I muttered in a voice I didn’t recognise.
“Not yet,” he replied, moving his tongue around in tiny circles round my asshole, his fingers sliding up to my clit at last, stroking it more firmly than before.
His hands were all over my pussy, playing with my folds, exploring every inch before dipping into me and leaving me incapable of thought. I could only groan and thrust as he fucked me with his fingers, diving as deep into me as he could, finding my g-spot and toying with it, thrusting so fast the sound of wetness filled the air, loud as my cries.
I felt myself on the brink of orgasm and just as it was about to hit, he slid out of me, leaving me groaning but only for a brief second.
“Look at me,” he said.
I opened my eyes in time to see his massive stiff cock thrusting into me. The sight of it and of him combined with the feel of it filling me to bring on a second climax that struck me dumb. My body writhed in place as he held still inside me, his fingers on my clit, his eyes on me, watching me come, watching me lose control because of him.
Only when my climax began to fade did he start to thrust, his hips rocking back and forth, his eyes fixed on me. He got faster as I cried louder. I felt filled to capacity without an inch to spare. He was the perfect size, stretching my pussy, making my insides grip him tightly, wanting him never to leave me.
He would pull back and I’d feel a huge sense of loss and then he’d be in me again, filling me and I could only sigh with happiness. It happened again and again, all the time with him stroking my clit.
I came a third, and then a fourth time as he began to slam into me. After the fourth, he pulled out, moving round the table to shove himself into my mouth, making me taste my own juices, choking me on his length. Then he was back in my pussy and it was bliss. He pulled back and slammed in again and again until I lost any sense of where I was or who I was. I only knew I was about to come again and I couldn’t stop it if I tried. Just as it struck me, he ground his hips against mine and I got to feel his cock twitching inside me. There was the wonderful feeling of his cum spurting into me, filling me up as he continued to twitch, my own climax making me contract around him as he slowly slid from me.
“Now will you tell me your secret?” he asked, his fingers tracing a line up towards my throat, getting closer by the second.
“I don’t have any secrets,” I replied, my voice weak.
“Still playing that game, are we?” he replied, moving away from me. I looked around to see him opening a chest of drawers. He carried some things back with him and it took too long for me to work out what they were. First was a ballgag which he forced into my mouth, tying it behind my head. “To stop you screaming too loudly,” he said as he showed me a buttplug.
I shook my head but too weakly. I couldn’t help myself, I was too excited to be scared. Or the fear was mingling with lust. Either way, when he began to slide the plug into my ass, I didn’t even try to scream into the gag. I just let out a stifled moan as the aching pain filled me, replaced almost at once by a deliciously deep fullness, the cold metal of the plug making my insides tingle.
He attached a pair of nipple clamps, setting them in place before walking away again, the clamps making me writhe with need. When he returned I saw him brandishing a cane and I began to get genuinely scared. “Going to talk?” he asked.
I shook my head, thinking he could do his worst but he’d get nothing from me.
“Good,” he replied. “If you did, I wouldn’t get to do this.” He lowered the cane through the air, tapping it on my breasts. “Or this.” Lifting it a couple of inches, he slapped it down, making me wince as a red line appeared next to my nipple, only the clamps protecting me from further harm. He brought the cane down on my chest several times, each blow a little harder until I was trying to scream into the gag, the sound a pathetically weak noise compared to what I felt as he slapped the cane against my thighs, moving it closely to my pussy. “Last chance to share your secret,” he said, sliding it over my clit.
I shook my head, my eyes widening as he raised it before bringing it down just next to my clit, just painful enough to make me scream again. The tip of the cane moved lower, dipping just into me before coming out again. “I’ve a secret too,” he said, bringing the cane towards my face, brushing it over my cheeks, my own wetness falling from it to coat my skin. “Do you want to know what it is?”
SIX
“UNTIE ME FIRST,” I SAID as he slipped the ballgag out of my mouth. “Then I’ll tell you.”
He’d not told me his secret. He had caned me so much every nerve was on fire. He’d then taken out my ballgag and asked me again what my secret was.
“I’m not untying you until you tell me,” he said. “Or should I tell you mine first?”
I nodded. “You’re not really called Rex?” I said, working my jaw to ease the tension from being gagged for so long.
“No, that’s not it,” he said, shaking his head as he whipped the cane down onto my breasts again, making me shriek out loud. “I’ve been hired by Michael Briers. Does that name mean anything to
you?”
I shook my head. Briers was the surname of one of the missing girls. Where was he going with this?
“His daughter went missing from this club and it’s my job to find out where she is. Now, you’re going to tell me everything you know.”
“I don’t know anything, I’ve never been here before.”
“Liar!” he snapped, whipping my thighs with the cane. He dropped it a second later, his hands sliding over the red welts he’d caused, moving too close to my clit for me to bear. “You’re hiding something, I can tell. You know something, I know you do.”
His fingers brushed over my clit, making me gasp, a gasp that became a moan as his tongue flicked over it a second later, his lips clamping over it as he sucked gently. He nudged the plug in my ass with his hand, rocking it slightly as he licked my clit, taking his time, bringing me gradually to the verge of an orgasm. He paused, glancing up at me as I hovered on the edge, thrusting ineffectually towards his face.
He reached up and tugged at the nipple clamps, making me wince. “Tell me and I’ll let you come,” he said, licking my clit a single time.
“All right,” I said. “I’ll tell you.”
“Good,” he replied with a grin before licking my clit at frantic speed, taking me over the edge and into the strongest orgasm yet. It wracked my whole body, my limbs shaking uncontrollably as he remained in place, his hot breath on my clit almost enough to make me come again, it was so sensitive.
“What’s your secret?” he asked, glancing up at me.
“I know how to get out of chains like this,” I replied, moving my legs too fast for him to react. I got him trapped between my thighs, the chains by my ankles falling away. “They aren’t designed for thin ankles and small feet,” I added, watching his face start to turn blue. “Oh, and by the way, the wrist chains have a flaw. Watch.”