When European guy removed his fingers from my body, I wanted to cry, but somehow I swallowed tightly and got a hold of myself. Squeezing out a generous portion of silky-smooth lubricant onto my fingers, I then transferred it to his cock, which was already straining for attention, thanks to the tight rubber cockring that encircled it. My hands were gentle at first, smoothing out the viscous liquid and ensuring there was plenty of it to go around. My strokes were calm and measured and occasionally reached down towards his balls, to make sure that everything glistened nicely. Meanwhile, I had just realised that I would shortly have to put my fingers in his ass, too. James had already given me a long list of what people might expect of me, and getting my fingers dirty was just one of them. I hadn't counted on doing it quite so soon, but that hardly mattered. After today was over, there was a good chance I would be someone else's property. They could use me as they saw fit, and I wouldn't have much of a say in the matter. This was why I was here. To stop this kind of trade from happening and to prevent the girls from being used against their will. Sharkey had told me that many of them were Eastern European and had basically been kidnapped. With their passports confiscated, they were reliant on the men holding them for food and money, and if they didn't do as they were told they were beaten or worse. This illegal trade of women was nothing new in my business. We'd gotten rid of a few mobsters in my time, but it didn't matter how many we took down, new ones would be formed in their place less than a few weeks later. Sometimes this life was soul-destroying, but it helped to know that some days I was doing the right thing.
When the cock before me was almost dripping with lube, I pulled my hands back to squeeze some more on to them. Now, how did I go about this? Placing my right hand, underneath his balls, I began to slide the liquid up into his ass cheeks, just as he had done to me. At first, my touch was tentative. Would he like what I was doing? Was I doing it right? Would I hurt him? Just get on with it, Lois. For God’s sake don’t fall at the first hurdle.
Sticking your finger inside someone's backside should be a very intimate thing, but the rules had changed in this new world that I had entered. If what James had told me could be believed, this kind of thing would be the least of my worries when I joined CB. He'd referred to ass play as ‘tame.' It might be to him, but I'd had a mere week's worth of BDSM knowledge to see me through this, and it wasn't enough. James had warned me at the time that I'd be thrown in at the deep end with such a short spell of training, but I had ignored him. Already focused on the mission, I only had one thing on my mind – my target. That was all very well, but I was going to be kept on my toes for the next few weeks if I wanted to survive. The submissive life was going to take some getting used to, though.
European guy was still staring at me, and it was a little unnerving, but finally, I took the plunge – inserting the tip of a finger into his sphincter. Just a little dip, not enough to do any more than titillate, but his eyes suddenly flashed fire at me. Ah ha, it looked like I had hit one of his hot buttons, then. Emboldened, I pushed my finger backwards and forwards, feeding him a little more of me each time. Watching his lips part as he let his breath out in a silent moan of pleasure, I continued to feed more of the lubricant inside him until I was convinced he was ready for bigger things. Swapping one finger, for two, I watched his eyes dilate with arousal as I oiled him up.
Even though we didn't know each other, the experience was still incredibly intimate, standing there naked as we were. I couldn't keep my eyes off his face, and they were swimming with a burning intensity that nearly swallowed me up whole. It got to the point where I think I was almost as aroused as he was because each sweep of my fingers caused my pussy to contract painfully tightly. Knowing that I was the one who put that expression on his face and watching him get lost in himself was very powerful stuff. I was almost completely mesmerised by the time I heard boss lady shout, "Right, that's great people. Fantastic job. The wet wipes are coming round as we speak so you can clean up." It kind of spoiled the moment, so I pulled my fingers out gently and smiled awkwardly. Thankfully, she continued, "Now I need everyone to pass the bottles to the front of the line, and start shuffling slowly towards the door. When it's your turn to go in we'll remove the clamps, so we'll have you looking your best for the audience. Put on your sexiest smiles, boys and girls. It's show time."
When the first girl went through the door, her shuffles automatically making the line move forward behind her, my eyes must have reflected my absolute terror because European guy gave my hand a quick squeeze and smiled kindly. Although it was a sweet gesture, it didn’t do anything to allay my fears. Right now, I was absolutely terrified.
When it was my turn, the lady with the clipboard briskly removed the clamps and vibrator, and motioned for me to continue walking forward with the line, as if I had any choice. My nipples and clit chose that moment to throb in earnest, and they felt decidedly tender and swollen. Her aid dabbed a little rouge on all of them before patting me reassuringly. Yeah, right. It would take more than a little pat and a nod to make me feel better.
Beyond that door lay Alain Dumortier, and if I didn’t nail this first time, I might never get a shot at him again.
The pressure was mounting.
Chapter Eight
I would like to tell you that nerves didn't get the better of me, that I managed to take two minutes to compose myself, and that I glided up on stage as graceful as a prima ballerina. The reality was more heavily pregnant hippo in a tutu, but I tried my best. The shuffle-walk took some getting used to, and it only worked well when the person in front and behind you moved the right feet at the same time. Ahem. We filed on the stage like a group of heavily mismatched convicts who were about to spend their first night in jail. If I hadn't been so nervous, I might have laughed.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the quarterly slave auction held by the ‘X’ group. Although I know most of you know what to expect, having visited our auctions before, I’ll relay the rules to any newcomers we might have in our midst.” My eyes blinked crazily in the bright glare from the spotlights that were burning down upon our naked flesh. Looking around in a daze, I tried to find out where the voice was coming from, but it was nearly impossible. There was a sea of suits all around, their faces staring intently at me while they whispered to their friends. There was lots of pointing and plenty of raucous laughter. Most of the men's tongues were hanging out as they looked at the display on offer, and I could only imagine what was going to be in store for me once they got a chance to get their hands on the goods. Most of them looked like rabid dogs, just waiting to be let off the leash. My heart began to beat at double speed, and all I wanted to do was run, so I guess it was a good thing I was tied up.
"Don't they look lovely?" The elusive commentator was putting plenty of enthusiasm into his speech. "We've managed to get you a fantastic bunch of girls to choose from this year, and unlike our normal ‘submissive' auctions, the slave auction comes with some very impressive benefits. These girls are yours for at least the next six months, although contracts can be drawn up for a maximum of three years on request. Unlike submissives, there is no ‘safe word' for slaves. They will do anything they're told. If they don't, then you get to punish them. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? You're also allowed to hurt them, within reason. In fact, some of these girls love pain, which is exactly why they're here. If you're looking for anything extreme, you will need to negotiate that within your contract after the bidding has completed. The auctioneer's say is final, and once you've committed yourself to buying a slave, there is no changing your mind – so be sure of what you want before you raise your hand, gentlemen. Now, are there any questions before I explain how the auction works?"
Plenty of heads shook in response, and it seemed that most of the people in the room were seasoned veterans because no one spoke up.
“Good. Well, I’ll just run through the stages of the auction, and then we can let the fun and games begin. Everyone ready?” The nods all around me suggested they
were. Most of the girls in the line were beginning to fidget, which thankfully suggested most were just as nervous as I was about the proceedings. We were all in the same boat, I guessed. I just needed to play my part and pretend that none of this stuff was new to me.
"So, step one is where we tie all the slaves' hands to the wooden post above their head, so all of their best assets are on display. They're also utterly helpless, and just waiting for you to come and caress them in any way you choose. After we tie them up, we gag them – because one or two have been known to utter a swear word and we don't like that kind of behaviour here." All of the slaves in my line were now studying the post above them and anxiously looking around. As of yet, there was no one on stage, but I had a feeling there would be soon.
“Step two is where you get to, shall we say, ‘test the waters’ with the slave you are interested in. We’ll put them in a private room for you, where you can visit them on your own or with a friend. You can have a chat if you wish, or pretty much do anything you like - within reason. While under our roof we do ask that no permanent damage or marks are left in case we have to return them to their owners.” This comment brought a chorus of snickers all through the audience, but I could feel both girls beside me shudder. It looked like most of us knew what we were in for, then.
“After step two, we will reconvene here in the auction room where all the girls will be brought back on stage and auctioned off, one by one. The highest bidder wins, but the auctioneer has final say, as I mentioned earlier. That basically means that if you make an ass of yourself, we’ll ignore you. Everyone clear on that?” There were smug smiles and nods in response.
“Excellent. I’m glad we’re all on the same page. Well, that means we’d better get started. Before we make sure they’re completely tied up and gagged, we like to have a little fun with them, though. So sit back and relax, while we do our intro. Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn later, gentlemen.”
All of us looked at one another, wondering what the hell was going to happen. What was this intro all about? We were soon to find out. Dark, scary music began to filter out from some hidden speakers, making all of us feel on edge. When we saw movement at the side of the stage, all heads swivelled around to find a portly man wearing a pair of black leather trousers and a full, black latex face mask. He wore nothing on his torso, bar a series of straps that were connected by a large, steel, ‘O' shaped ring. In one hand he carried a crop, and in the other, he carried a large black paddle. He looked like a bloody executioner.
“Without further ado, let me introduce you to Bob. He’s here to make sure the girls do as they’re told. If they don’t, he’ll make an example of them for your entertainment. Bob will also pick out a few girls to demonstrate what you can do to them when you get up on stage. Ladies and gentlemen, please give a hearty round of applause for Bob.” The resounding noise was deafening.
As Bob walked up and down the line a couple of times, I found myself clenching my buttocks in earnest. Was he just going to let fly or would there be adequate warning before he let loose with his implements of torture? Time would tell.
"Right slaves. Could everyone put their hand on their left partner's right breast?" Oh, God. This was really happening. I was now performing lewd acts for a crowd in the hope of being purchased and spanked on a regular basis. James was right. I was certifiably nuts.
A massive scramble immediately ensued to follow orders, and it was quite entertaining to see that a good portion of the girls didn’t know their left from their right. The commentator obviously agreed with me for his next words were:
"Oh dear. There are quite a few girls that need to be punished already, Bob. I think you're going to get a good workout this evening." All the girls then looked around nervously, trying to figure out if they were doing the right thing or not. They were soon to find out. Bob started with the poor girl on the end of the line, who couldn't have grabbed a right breast, even if she'd wanted to.
“Bend over and grab your ankles,” he ordered. She complied without a murmur, but her face had gone completely bloodless in colour. As soon as she had assumed the position, he let rip, giving her backside a massive ‘thwack’ with his wicked-looking paddle. “Hold the position until I tell you otherwise,” he ordered. The girl looked so scared, movement was beyond her, but Bob delivered another two giant smacks with his paddle before he was satisfied.
Going down the line, Bob tapped the shoulders of the girls he was unsatisfied with, even though they had corrected their mistakes by this time. Each now bent over without further instruction and bared their ass for the amusement of the audience. Some were a little more vocal about it than others, but all took it without complaint. What puzzled me was how he could remember who’d got it wrong and who’d got it right. I figured he must have been wearing some kind of earpiece, and someone else must have been feeding him the information. All of this was probably on camera, so some guy in front of a computer was having a lot of fun at our expense. Great.
When Bob had finally finished, there were quite a few girls who had very red faces as they gripped their ankles with their hands, thrusting their backsides high in the air. Thankfully, I wasn’t one of them, but the fun wasn’t over yet.
“Game two is about to start, ladies. All of those who are bent over may stand up again. It’s time to get ready for your second challenge.” My heart rate coughed and spluttered, as I wondered what we would be expected to do next.
“So, for challenge two, you need to find a partner and kiss her like a lover. Pretend she’s the man of your dreams, and then seduce and devour her. We want to see lots of enthusiasm, ladies. Any lacklustre performances, will, of course, be punished. Three, two, one, go.”
Taking a mere second to decide which way to turn, I went right and thankfully turned to face a partner. There was a fifty-fifty chance I’d pull this one off, and the luck of the Gods had graced me this evening. I wondered how much longer such a blessing would last, but I wasn’t overly optimistic. This was a game of numbers and odds. Before long, all of us would fall.
My partner was a redhead with long, auburn hair that had been styled in large curls around her face. She looked like she should be on a movie set and every single man in this room would have jumped through rings of fire to have a slice of her – because she was rich, velvety chocolate cake – the kind that everyone wanted, but no one thought they would ever get. Red saved my ass on this task. Having kissed only one woman before, I was still a little unsure of myself, and that might have shown as reluctance, although in reality, it was just nerves. My fumbling hands were artfully disguised by her assured ones, gliding in front of my face and sinking deftly into my hair. When her bright red lips pressed against mine, I needed no further encouragement because instinct took over. It mattered not that she was female, at this moment in time I was so horny I might have given a friendly-looking sheep a second glance. Red was no sheep, though. Pressing her bright-red carmine lips to mine, she placed both of her hands on my breasts and began to roll my nipples in her fingers. Feeling it was only fair to reciprocate, I did the same. Her mouth was gentle, her skin soft, and she smelled divine. Believe it or not, there's a big difference between kissing a man and a woman. Kissing a man is a little like being eaten, there's a hunger, an animalistic urge driving things forward and everything's a little rougher around the edges. Kissing a woman is a far more delicate experience. Everything is softer, squishier, the lips feel fuller, and the taste of waxy lipgloss adds its own, slippery magic. Pressing up against another set of boobs adds another dimension, too, especially when you're rubbing yourself against each other. I quickly decided that I liked it – I liked it a lot.
It didn't take long for us to become lost in each other, and judging by the reaction of our motley crowd, they seemed to be enjoying themselves – so what the hell. Our fingers roved between each other's legs, they dipped, nipped and flicked, while our teeth bit and our tongues swirled. Two bodies became one as they melded together in a slow sensuous dan
ce. When Bob demanded loudly that we stop, it took a few moments before we managed to get a hold of ourselves.
"A randy lot this bunch of women, eh gentlemen? They can't wait to be bought and used." My face was probably scarlet by now, but I'm sure nobody minded. The men in the audience were laughing and pointing at us, but I didn't pay them the slightest bit of notice. At the moment they all blended into one, but in a little while, I'd get my chance to meet them face-to-face. That's when I would need to pay attention and see if I could get any clues as to who Dumortier’s men were. It wasn’t going to be easy. The only thing I would be able to do was listen. My hands and feet would be tied, and I was shortly going to be gagged. Oh, happy days.
Bob was now beginning to pick out the girls who hadn't impressed him. Slowly walking down the line, he tapped the unfortunate ladies, and they immediately assumed the position with visibly trembling limbs. Although the man was walking behind us and I couldn't see him, I could hear him. When his footsteps approached Red and me, all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end. Would he single us out for punishment? As he paused behind us, I swear I could feel an aneurism bubbling up in my brain. Just as I felt sure we would be tapped, he then moved along the line, picking out some more girls further up. Letting out a long breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding, I glanced over at Red and smiled shyly. Two down, so far, but how many more challenges would there be?
When Bob had meted out his three spanks to all the unsuccessful girls, he stood to the side of the stage, letting the crowd enjoy the sight of all those upturned, reddened buttocks, some of which were nearly as pink as the faces below. Making them suffer for a moment while the crowd had their fun, finally, the commentator put them out of their misery.
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