Mutely, she shook her head.
* * * *
Derek and Thia entered the casino area. Bright lights flashed all over, obscuring any good look at the room. The clanging of slot machines paying off filled the air.
Lilly directed them to the cashier and Derek bought a thousand dollars in chips. He handed half to Thia.
“We will stay together but you can play, too. That will give me a chance to watch the people.”
Thia followed Derek to the Black Jack table. “Sin, would you like to play first?”
“I’m not very good. Henry took me to Vegas several times but I never ended up ahead.”
“Don’t worry, just have fun.” It was fun playing a high-roller. God knew, he’d had to pose as someone at the opposite end of the economic scale enough times.
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Thia sat down and Derek stood behind her. He watched some of what she was doing and it looked like she actually was a pretty good player. He was also watching the activity on the floor.
When the games were moving along well, the slaves were led onto the floor and placed around the room. Their hands remained tied, and the blindfolds were still in place. Derek watched a couple examine one woman. The man guided her to her knees by the ponytail, then pulled her head back. His partner lifted her skirt and situated her pussy at the slave’s mouth. In seconds, it was obvious the lady was getting turned on and then she groaned in climax. The couple seemed pleased. The slave woman seemed as indifferent as the rest of the crowd as she stood and was moved aside.
I’m not letting Thia out of my sight. To emphasize, he placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a blazing smile.
There were no overt signs of drug usage. Or really anything, except the slaves. Derek gave Thia his chips and continued to look around. By the roulette wheel, another slave was giving head to a man dressed as a king. Derek watched until she swallowed. This is no game for charity. This is for real and these girls are being sold as sex slaves. But how do I prove it. I can’t even identify the guests.
And of course, that was the point.
Derek glanced down. Thia seemed oblivious to the show he’d been watching as well as the men looking at her exposed breasts. She seemed to be thinking only of the game, and she had close to twelve hundred dollars in chips when Lilly announced the slave contests would start in fifteen minutes.
He whispered in her ear, “Maybe you should stop. We want to have some chips to bet on the contest, and if we leave now we can get good seats for the show.”
Thia stood, picking up the chips in front of her. The smile she gave him had his dick rising. What was it about her?
Derek led her to a door he’d seen couples use. When they exited, there’d been a tell-tale look of satisfaction on their faces. He pushed and as he suspected, a small niche for assignations was revealed. He barely locked the door before pinning Thia to the wall and pushing her skirt to her hips.
“Do you like the way the slaves look, naked and helpless?” He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips.
“I have to admit, there is something exciting about knowing someone can do whatever they want and there is nothing the slave can do about it.” She parted her lips and his tongue drove inside, exploring and claiming it.
When he raised his head and examined the tiny room, he looked back at her with a wolfish smile. “Turn around and I will help you feel what the slaves are experiencing.”
* * * *
Thia saw then what Derek had already discovered. Blindfolds and ropes and other restraints lay on a table. “I thought you wanted a good seat for the show.”
“This is a better show and I have the best seat in the house.” He picked up a blindfold and length of rope.
She pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me.” He simply stared at her. With a sigh she relented. Turning around, she crossed her wrists behind her. Despite the twinge of fear she’d initially felt, this was Derek, not some stranger.
An inexplicable excitement built as he wrapped the rope around her wrists. Her knees weakened when she was plunged into darkness by the blindfold. A thought struck her. “Derek, you’re not thinking of putting me up for auction, are you?”
“You’re my slave. For now, at least. And here’s what I’m going to do. Finger you until you are about to come, then screw you until you do come, and then feed you my cock until you swallow my cum. Understand?”
“Yes.” At least she knew what to expect. And, she thought with a mental smile, he was making her come first. Always the sign of a gentleman.
His fingers stroked between her legs and she started to moan right away. Somehow, being blindfolded and restrained added to the excitement. She tried to control her breathing, tried thinking of other things, but it was no good. Derek had already driven her to a frenzy and he hadn’t even started. Tiny convulsions shimmied along her pussy. Her breath rasped and she moaned his name.
He lifted her over his erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist, positioning him perfectly at her opening. His penis plunged deep into her craving body. Heat poured off him as he thrust, pulled out, pumped, withdrew, and then thrust again.
She was consumed with sensation lighting her body from the inside out. Her body rocked with the wave and she flowed with it.
Minutes later, when she recognized where she was again, Derek said. “Now down you go.”
Her legs dropped, boneless to his sides, and he lowered her to the floor. She opened her mouth. It wasn’t long before his throbbing penis filled her mouth. His scent filled her nostrils, arousing her again.
In what couldn’t have been two minutes, Derek grunted his satisfaction and hot spurts of cum filled her mouth. She tightened her lips around him and swallowed everything he gave her, then licked him clean. His breath sounded like bellows above her and it took some seconds for him to reach down and gently draw her to her feet.
They sat on a velvet settee for a brief time and then he removed the blindfold. “Okay?” he asked. She nodded. He brushed his knuckles along her cheek and kissed her. “You’re really something.”
“I could say the same.”
“I’m glad you feel that way.” He helped her to her feet and reached for the door.
“Aren’t you going to untie my hands?”
“I don’t think so. There are several women who have their hands tied. I think you look sexy like this.” He adjusted her clothing and they exited the hideaway.
“Shall we go watch the contest?”
“Do I have a choice?” Thia was trying to find the most comfortable position for her hands. Being restrained was more of an inconvenience than uncomfortable.
“I could leave you here for others to use.”
“Lead on.” I’m at your mercy.
She followed him back out on to the casino floor. He took her arm and led her toward Lilly.
“Are you having a good time?” Their hostess raised a brow at Thia. Thia allowed herself to be turned. Lilly tugged at the knots. “A sailor, I see,” she said approvingly to Derek.
“I spend some time on the water. Let me congratulate you on a great party.”
“Thank you very much.”
“Where can we best watch the contests?”
“Through that door. Out by the pool are tents for the guests. Pick one and make yourselves comfortable, but be aware they’re not private.” She raised her brows at Thia again, as though putting her on notice that anything Derek did could—and probably would be—watched by others. “You look fantastic in that pirate costume, my dear,” she said to Thia. “Are you having a good time this evening?”
“Yes, very much so.” How could I not be? I’ve been screwed twice in the past two hours and have a promise of more. She hadn’t spoken the words but she had a feeling Lilly knew what Thia was thinking because she smiled.
Derek excused them and they took the doorway leading outdoors. The night air cooled her. The pool and tents were a couple
hundred feet away. Thia followed Derek’s lead.
Each of the numerous tents measured about eight feet square. Inside, several ornate pillows provided seating or reclining capability around large brass trays. Waiters hurried in and out of the tents taking and delivering drinks and snacks. Derek chose a tent that allowed him to see the house, the dock in the distance, and several of the other tents. Evidently he hadn’t forgotten his primary mission even though he’d driven her senseless.
Derek helped her onto a pillow before sitting and draping his arm over her shoulders. “Comfortable?”
“Very, thanks.”
She looked with interest at the set up for the contests. Eight exercise bicycles were lined up on the other side of the pool, each with a display board in front of it. What made them unusual was the phallus protruding through the seat. There were also four two-foot logs in front of the pool, each with dual phalluses near each end. One was about six inches long and the other about two inches. Could it be the slaves were going to sit on them and get screwed? It looks like the slave thing could be fun after all.
Finally, a disk about four feet in diameter that looked a lot like a lazy Susan sat off to the side. Thia wondered what they would do with it. The twelve inch diameter pipe across the deep end of the pool also baffled her.
“Derek, what do you suppose they are going to do with all this stuff?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to wait and see.”
They didn’t have long to wait before eight slaves were led out and Sylvester positioned each one by a bicycle. “Ladies and gentlemen, the first bet you can place is which slave will be the grand winner. Except for the first contest, slaves will be eliminated until only one is left.
“To begin, these beautiful slaves will ride these machines. The first one to show ten miles on the display wins. There is a catch. While they are riding they will be screwed by the phalluses in the seats. If they rise off the seat they lose. Slaves, mount your bikes.”
Waiters lubricated the phalluses as the naked slaves watched and then the women positioned themselves.
“This is hard to believe,” Thia said. Derek merely grunted and Thia suspected he was more than a little turned on. She couldn’t reach to find out, though, damn it!
“Now ladies and gentlemen place your bets.” There is a pad and pen in each tent. “Write which slave you think will win and place it in the box with your bet. The lids will lock before the contest begins.”
After a few minutes, a whistle blew, the girls started to pedal, and the mileages on the displays started to mount.
After a couple of minutes the slave in the lead climaxed and two others moved ahead. Thia watched as others had orgasms and the lead changed hands several times. By the end, the first slave had caught up and reached the required ten miles. She smiled at the guests and was led off. The remaining slaves were paired up and positioned by each of the logs.
While the next contest was being prepared the servers settled the bets.
“Ladies and gentlemen, in this contest the slaves will be screwed by these machines. The first one to have an orgasm loses and gets five lashes with the cat o’ nine tales. The winner will receive two lashes. The first one to have an orgasm will raise her hand so there will be no mistake as to who loses. They will face each other so they can use their hands to stimulate their opponent. Please place your bets.”
Thia looked at Derek. He was looking at her, and she was sure it was lust in his eyes. She checked his pants. “It looks like I’ll get another orgasm any time now.”
Derek smiled, placed a bet and settled back.
“Derek, open your pants. With my hands bound I can’t do it.”
“No, use your teeth.”
Thia looked at him with surprise. He stared back. She felt a craving building deep within her. She wanted him and it was patently obvious he wanted her. She sighed. The placket where the ends met was flush against the material. She looked at Derek.
“If you want it, find a way.”
She stared at him for a second. Well, she wanted it.
She dipped her head again and used her teeth and tongue to get the edge of fabric in her mouth. Then it was a simple matter of pulling.
“You might be interested, with the length of your skirt and your position, your bare ass is exposed for the slaves and others to see.”
Thia looked around and saw what he was talking about. Shit. She didn’t care. When she turned her head back to Derek he was rolling another latex sheath down his shaft.
“Then let them watch this.” He helped her rise over him and in seconds his cock filled her, plunging deep into her belly.
As she screwed herself on Derek’s rock-hard dick she leaned back until she could see the slaves. They appeared upside down, but even at that angle they were really getting into being fucked by those machines.
Derek wasn’t doing a bad job of fucking her, either. He slowly moved her up and down to match the rocking of his hips. At the same time, his thumb circled her clit
I’m dying and going to heaven.
Thia’s moans escalated. One of the slaves cried a little as she went over the top, screaming in release and raising her arm. Seeing it, even upside down, forced Thia over the top, too. She wrenched forward, sitting up and then falling onto Derek’s chest as her body twitched uncontrollably. Derek clutched her and groaned with his own climax.
Thia tried to catch her breath as the thump-thump of the machines and moans of the slaves continued in the background. Then she noticed the noise of the machines had stopped. In fact, the hum coming from the various tents had stopped also.
A loud crack was followed by a scream. What the hell. Thia rose off Derek’s cock and turned. A slave stood on the far side of the pool. A man with a cat o’ nine tails whipped her ass. While she watched, he raised the whip and brought it down again.
“Derek, do something.”
“I can’t.” She whipped her head around and glared at him, but he simply shook his head. “First, this is part of the contest. Second, I can’t bring attention to myself by interfering. If I thought they were truly in danger I would, but this doesn’t qualify.”
While Derek spoke, the next contest “loser” stepped up and took her turn. Two more waited quietly. Before the monster with the whip finished, Thia leaned into Derek’s shoulder, trying to block the sound.
However, by the time the next contest was prepared, none of the women looked any worse for wear. Thia watched in amazement as the four slaves walked around the pool and took positions on the wooden disk. They faced out, kneeling on the edge of the disk.
Thia sat beside Derek though he hadn’t helped her or adjusted her skirt, choosing instead to leave her exposed to any who could see into their tent.
Sylvester’s voice distracted her from worrying about her exposure. “I forgot the winners get two strokes of the whip. We want to show you how cooperative these slaves are.” He motioned to the winning contestants, who rose and walked back for their whippings. Afterward, they walked back to the disk and resumed their position.
A naked man approached the four slaves on the round board. “Ladies and gentlemen, each slave will have fifteen seconds to suck this man. Then he’ll turn the wheel and the next slave will have fifteen seconds. When one of the slaves has a mouth full of cum, she will join the others on the side and the remaining slaves will face the greased pipe over the pool. Place your bets.”
The man turned the wheel and when it stopped the slave in front of him opened her mouth. Fifteen seconds later, he turned the wheel and the next slave took him. After three or four turns he climaxed. The woman stood and showed everyone the cum in her mouth then swallowed and took her place with the other winners. The three remaining slaves walked to the greased pipe crossing the pool and waited.
“The three remaining slaves will each take a turn crossing the pipe. Whoever goes the longest distance before falling in the pool will be the winner. Please place your bets.”
The first girl c
limbed up on the pole laid face down letting her legs hang over each side.
“Derek her pussy and asshole are completely exposed.”
“But this time there is nothing fucking her.”
“Yes, poor girl.” Thia giggled and Derek laughed.
The first girl got about half-way across, the second a little further, and the third girl got almost all of the way. She took her place at the end of the pool.
Sylvester beamed at his group of winners and then at his guests. “We will take a twenty minute break to prepare the slaves and platform. I know you’ll use it wisely.” He winked at the crowd.
“I know how I’d like to use the time,” Derek said. Thia thought she knew what he was thinking.
And I agree.
Chapter 8
The auction was being held on another side of the house, where cascading pools of clear water interspersed with lush California coast foliage. Derek had released Thia’s hands, and they strolled toward the auction when Sylvester fell into step. “Derek, is there a slave you particularly like?”
“To tell you the truth, Sylvester, I’m new to this slave-master relationship so I’m not even sure I know what to look for. Besides, I’m satisfied with my own brand of Sin right now.” He grinned down at Thia, who gave back what she hoped was a saucy smile. Not that she’d had much practice at being saucy, but she thought she might like to try.
“And why wouldn’t you be?” Sylvester commented. Thia blushed as he cast a thoroughly male appraisal up and down her form. “Perhaps when the two of you are ready to share with a third I can make a suggestion or two?”
It was all Thia could do to keep from gasping. Her and Derek with another woman? It was shocking! It was indecent. It was something she shouldn’t ever want to try. No, she shouldn’t, but.
Images flashed through her mind of Derek in one woman’s mouth while he brought another to completion with his own talented lips and tongue. Heat rose in her cheeks and she made in involuntary whimper, which brought Derek’s gaze to her face.
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