The Black Onyx Pact
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«No, this is the weekly seminar on sex. Today's topic is the fellatio: “the power of the mouth”. The flogging workshop is in the next room to the left.»
«Oh, okay. Thank you.»
Sibylle opens the door and sees that the security man is gone, she is about to leave when she stops and closes the door again.
«Seminar on fellatio?» Sibylle asks, going back to them. «Where do I apply to join?»
«At the reception. Every Wednesday we talk about different topics on the male body. Next week we will talk about nipples' stimulation in men, which unfortunately is very underestimated. But if you want to participate to the specific one on fellatio, there will be another one on Monday.»
Sibylle thanks her, wish everybody a good day and goes back to the hall walking on the white carpet. At the end there is an open door and the paper on the door says: “Selections for Miss Club D. Booty”.
Sibylle peeks inside and sees many people sitting on wooden thrones busy in watching beautiful girls and women walking in their underwear on a catwalk. A man near the catwalk reads the particularities of each woman.
Someone touches Sibylle's arm and she turns to look at the man in red uniform at her side.
«Excuse me, madame, are you enlisted to perform too?» Sibylle think about it for a second.
«Uhm, yes.» she answers, surprising herself.
«Very well then. This way, please.»
Why she said yes? She doesn't know! Maybe it's the friendly atmosphere she breaths, or the playfulness mixed with sophistication. She cannot say. The only thing she can say is that she feels at ease in that place.
In the meantime, Saphir leaves the room in which she entered and sighs loudly when she sees the blue sofa empty. The woman shakes her head beginning the search of Sibylle.
After looking for her in almost every room she arrives at the right one. Sibylle just appeared on the catwalk and Saphir shakes her head. But she cannot deny that the young woman is incredibly beautiful and also genuinely fun. She is wearing a lovely pink lace lingerie. Seeing her delicate body Saphir understands why Drakkar likes Sibylle so much. Also those sitting on the thrones murmur in approval at the sight of that beautiful body.
«And here comes Améthyste, Mesdames et Messieurs.» announces the man next to the catwalk. «This precious beauty is a new member of the Pearl. Please, linger in her grace in walking, in the sinuosity of her movements, in the beauty of her face. She is magnificent indeed. Now madame Améthyste will turn around to show you her firm and smooth booty.»
Sibylle turns her back and all are fascinated by the perfection of her rear. Saphir raises an eyebrow: oh! Now it's completely clear why Drakkar wants her!
Sibylle puts her hands behind the head and begins to slowly move her lower body in a sensual way. She leans forward, gets up, lowers again, bending on her knees, shaking it a bit then moving it slowly in circles.
«Thank you, madame Améthyste, thank you, okay, yes, that's enough, please stop before the gentlemen fall from their chairs, merci.» jokes the man amused.
Sibylle turns around and blows a kiss collecting the euphoric applause of the audience. The she sees Saphir and greets her happily, getting down from the catwalk going to her while another woman begins to parade.
Saphir crosses her arms.
«Thank you for listening to me, I am touched. Could you go get dressed now, please?»
Sibylle runs to go get dressed.
A few minutes later the two women are heading to the upper floor. Saphir looks around suspiciously then stops.
«So, Drakkar told me about the auction and before I forget», she handles her two black velvet sachet, «in here there are three hundred crystal. I hope they will be enough.»
They start to walk again.
«Where are we going?» asks Sibylle curious.
«In order of being comfortable in the role of the dominant you need to know the correct etiquette. We are going to meet a lovely lady who will explain to you all you need to know to play perfectly your role. She'll teach you how to speak, how to move, how to look, how to understand the desire and the limits of a man. Drakkar knows well these kind of role playing, and be sure he will serve you devotedly, so you need to be ready for the evening, for him. A perfect slave needs a perfect Mistress.»
Sibylle stops and sighs.
«Saphir, wait— I don't know if I like this role-playing, I have doubts.»
«Tell me, dear, what's bothering you?»
«I don't know if I like the idea of Drakkar as my slave.»
Saphir looks at her and smiles.
«That's simple, dear, you just need to imagine. Now, close your eyes and think of Drakkar.» Sibylle closes her eyes and thinks of him. «Do you see him? Do you see his impressive body, his big thighs, his strong arms, his massive chest? Do you see his majesty, his fiery eyes? Do you see his impetuosity, his strength, his bestiality?»
«Oh yes, I do.» whispers Sibylle.
«Good. Now imagine this giant, naked, kneeling at your feet, maybe tied, and with a leash around his neck. His pride quelled, with the sole desire to satisfy your requests, ready to obey your orders. Tell me how do you feel?»
Sibylle licks her own lips and grabs Saphir's arm widening her eyes.
«Take me to the ‘lovely lady’, now!»
- Chapter X
“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.”
— Lao Tzu
~
The night of the auction arrives, but Sibylle hasn't arrived at the Palace yet. In the beautiful room reserved for the auction there are nine men and seven women, chatting amiably with each other, creating a soft buzz. They are all dressed elegantly and almost all of them are masked. The women wear fine lace masks while the men wear more rigid masks. Except two men on the left who don't wear any mask, and two men who are wearing funny animal masks: a raccoon and a pig.
The large room is luxuriously furnished. There are great windows hidden by ivory brocade curtains; elegant Persian rugs that add a touch of warmth with their red color; there are also elegant sofas in Louis XV style with silver edges, and positioned all around the large rug at the center. There are tables, vases with beautiful fresh flowers, crystal wine glasses and bottles of champagne.
The auctioneer — a distinguished man of about sixty years old — enters the room. He greets everyone and goes behind a wooden lectern where there is placed a little auction hammer on it. He hits it three times on the lectern to silence the murmur and begins to read the list to summarize the gems on sale that evening: three women and one man. People are invited to sit, but someone prefers to stand up.
«The first gem may enter.» orders the auctioneer.
From a side door enters a man wearing a pair of black leather pants, a pair of heavy boots and a latex hood with only two holes for the eyes. He is bare chested and is gently pulling the leash of a beautiful woman who walks upright. She is barefoot and wears only a white satin chemise, a lovely black lace collar and a red lace mask, which enhances her piercing hazel eyes. She is — of course — wearing a ring with a ruby. Her hair is brown, wavy and shoulder-length, which contrasts so adorably with her white skin.
«Here's Nymphe. This rare beauty is available for men only. Please, gentlemen, look at her smooth body, admire her finest face.»
The man holding the leash moves behind her, grabs her by the shoulders and makes her turn to face each of the three sides, for everyone to see. The men sitting and those standing politely comment about her beauty. Some women seem to appreciate her too, a bit sad that she has asked to be ‘bought’ by men only.
«Please, gentlemen, touch her silky hair and her velvety skin. Imagine this delicate body all for you, imagine this creature satisfy your desires.» continues the auctioneer.
The two men without a mask approach and touch her on the back, on the arms, observing and admiring her pale skin. When they're done they return to their place nodding satisfied.
«Gentlemen, you are free to linger for a
few more minutes before the auction begins.»
A man with a black mask, sitting on the couch on the left, motion the man holding the girl's leash to bring her closer. Nymphe is gently pushed in front of him.
That man is Tarasque, Drakkar's best friends, an imposing and handsome man with dark hair and deep blue eyes. He is dressed totally in black, even the shirt and tie.
He stares at Nymphe's face while lifting the chemise to touch her thigh. He smiles when the girl gasps.
«On your knees.» orders Tarasque with his warm and calm voice.
She obeys graciously. Once on her knees in front of him, the man caresses her face and lips.
«Open your mouth.» he commands again.
She obeys staring into his eyes. The man sticks a finger in her mouth while the auctioneer claims:
«The opening bid is twenty crystals!»
«Twenty-five.» immediately offers one of the men without the mask.
«Thirty.» bids the one next to him.
Tarasque doesn't seem interested in bidding, he continues to touch Nymphe's delicate face while his lips are bent in a lovely smile. He is a man whom never loses his smile, not even in difficult situations. It's his natural expression, but that doesn't affect his natural austerity.
Nymphe feels a warmth in the chest in looking at those eyes of the color of the ocean, feeling strangely and deeply relaxed near him. But when she notices the ring that the man is wearing she opens her eyes wide and startles: it's a white gold ring with a smooth black stone on it. A member of the Black Onyx Pact! Oh! Now she does feel uneasy in front of him! Why he is even wasting his precious time with someone low level like her?
The man lowers one of the chemise's straps and looks impassibly at her abundant breast, he doesn't show it but he is fascinated by its prosperity. He gently touches it enjoying the softness.
The hooded man keeping her on leash bends over Tarasque to whisper:
«Sir, I don't recommend choosing this beauty since she is untrained. I think it is more appropriate for you to wait for the next members. Nymphe is a lovely girl but this is her first time as gem; she did it out of curiosity, but she hasn't knowledge about the role of a submissive. She could ruin your enjoyment.»
Tarasque looks at Nymphe whom has heard everything and now is visibly embarrassed. Tarasque pulls the strap up to cover her breast and she thanks him mentally for that kind gesture. That man seems to understand every subtle mood.
«Is it true that you never submitted to anyone?»
«Yes, Sir.»
«So you don't know how to stand up in front of your owner or how to talk to him, is that right?»
«Yes, Sir.» confesses Nymphe glancing down.
Tarasque puts a finger under her chin making her look at him, and when their eyes meet the girl feels like those intense blue eyes can touch her soul. He is so austere but also so reassuring.
«To an experienced girl that knows what to do I prefer an inexperienced girl that offers herself to me with deep trust. I don't care about your lack of knowledge as long as you have a natural docility.» He bends over to touch her forehead with his, and she stares at those amazing deep blue eyes behind the mask. «Will you be a good girl if I buy you? Will you be my little obedient slave, hmmm?» asks Tarasque smiling.
«I—I'll be good, Sir. I'd like to be trained by you. P—please, buy me. I'll do whatever you want.» murmurs Nymphe closing her eyes.
She doesn't know why but she would give anything to be only his that night. It's an inexplicable feeling but she really feels she must be his!
Tarasque caresses her face with a finger and lays back comfortably, sipping his wine and looking earnestly at her.
Meanwhile the other men continue bidding. The price reached 40 crystals already.
Tarasque takes a deep breath.
«Why should I buy you? Why should I waste my time in training someone like you, hmmm?»
«B—because I'll repay you with my deep obedience, Sir.»
«Really? You don't know what it means to be mine, sweetie. Look at you, shaking in fear just for being in front of me. Better for you not to offer yourself to me, I'm warning you.»
Nymphe hesitates for a moment, then gets a bit closer staring at his incredibly blue eyes. Her hazel eyes diving in his oceanic eyes. Her pupil in his pupil.
«Please...», begs her soft voice.
Tarasque takes another sip and tilts his head to one side.
«Is it in this way that a slave should beg?»
She thinks about it for a second.
«N—no, Sir.»
«Well? How you should beg then?»
Nymphe thinks for a second, then she bows down elegantly in front of him to lick his shoes. Tarasque looks and clenches his jaw, watching that beautiful girl devotedly prostrated stroking his shoe with her pink tongue. She is really beautiful with that generous breast touching the rug, her eyes closed and her hair spread on her silky back. He must have her!
«Fifty!» bids one of the unmasked men.
«Fifty-five!» outbids another.
Tarasque bends over to lift Nymphe face, looking straight in her sweet eyes before to announces calmly:
«One hundred.»
At the firm and powerful voice of Tarasque everyone turns to look at him. They seem surprised that he spent all those crystals for that inexperienced girl.
The other men who were bidding give up, realizing they cannot compete with someone like him. The auctioneer calls out the bids.
«Tarasque wins Nymphe! Congratulations.»
«I strongly oppose!» says a man with a blue mask approaching the center of the room.
Everyone listen attentively to him.
«This is not fair, monsieur Tarasque, you are a member of the Black Onyx Pact, you can outbid all of us if you want! Usually those of the sublime don't interfere in this way during the events, respecting the limitations of other members. Please, monsieur Tarasque, let us have our fun, give back your purchase and go away.»
All the people startle at those rude words. Tarasque smiles gently as if he were amused other than annoyed.
A sophisticated lady looks at the man with the blue mask.
«It seems that someone is a bit envious. Monsieur Tarasque is in the Club since five years and he never abused of his power and if now he did, it means he really likes the gem of tonight.»
The man with the blue mask makes an indignant grimace at those words, and shouts:
«What are we? Seven? The older can do whatever he wants? Am I the only one here who feels offended by such behavior?»
All the people in the room look at each other and then nod at the man.
«Yes, sorry, you are the only one.» states the sophisticated lady.
Tarasque is listening interested without losing his smile.
«Fine!» exclaims the man with the blue mask. «I want the formal apologies from Tarasque then! And I want them now! I think it's the least he can do!» he adds yelling angered.
A security man goes near him then looks at Tarasque, before asking him:
«Monsieur Tarasque, you want me to accompany this gentleman to the exit?»
Tarasque frowns.
«Why should you do it? He did nothing wrong, he just expressed his opinion.» says Tarasque calmly. Then he gets up and looks straight at the man with the blue mask, saying: «I do apologize for my behavior. I apologize for hurting your feelings and I also apologize for disrespecting this event; it wasn't my intention to create discomfort among other members. You are free to present a written complaint to the Order. But I'd prefer to solve this altercation like men, shall we? So — since I don't have any intention to renounce this beautiful gem — what do you say if I formally invite you as my protege to a Black Onyx's auction that will take place next week? You can buy whoever you like and I'll pay any price you'll bid.»
Everyone in the room startles, shocked by such generous offer. The man with the blue mask is silent in amazement.
«I a—accept, t—tha
nk you, monsieur Tarasque.» says after a while.
Tarasque extend his hand.
«So, deal?» asks with a smile.
The man with the blue mask shakes his hand.
«Deal.»
Tarasque goes back to the couch, sitting comfortably in front of Nymphe, still on her knees at her place.
The auctioneer begins to speak and soon the atmosphere is relaxed and friendly again.
Nymphe's soft lips tremble with emotion.
«Thank you, Sir.» she says in a breath, showing her gratitude.
Tarasque strokes her face with his big hand.
«I bought you, you are one of my possession now, so how you should call me?»
The lovely hazel eyes of Nymphe wander gently in those blue of the man.
«Thank you, Master.» she corrects herself.
He emphasizes his smile stroking her hair.
«Good girl.» he praises satisfied. «Mmmm, I look forward to make you mine, but before I retire with you I want to enjoy the auction of a friend of mine.»
She nods and sits more comfortably on the rug between his strong legs. She is about to rest her head on his crotch but stops thinking that probably she cannot do it without his permission. She already likes that situation, it gives her unknown pleasure. She looks at him.
«Master, may I lay my head on you, please?»
Tarasque nods pushing kindly her head on his groin. Nymphe keeps her eyes on his while brushing her face on his tights like a purring cat, and Tarasque smiles again. She is so beautiful! His eyes sparkle with pleasure, it's clear that he really looks forward to play with her.
Meanwhile, Sibylle finally arrives to the Palace with a black car of the Club. A man dressed in a red uniform opens the car door bowing his head. When Sibylle get off the car the man stands in admiration: she is beautiful. No, she is magnificent!
Sibylle looks like a Gothic lady. Is dresses all in black, except for the red shoes. She is wearing large mesh black fishnet stockings; a latex miniskirt; a corset with lots of laces; a pectoral necklace made of red stones that look like rubies; a hooded long damask cloak over a Chantilly lace jacket wrap. She walks inside, feeling confident in her new dominant role for that night. She spent a whole afternoon with the ‘lovely lady’, whom really is an old nice smiling lady. The old woman is also very experienced and willing to share her knowledge to those who want it. In the Club she is respected by all. Sibylle arrives at the entrance, where a man dressed in a black suit leads her to the auction room, leaving her in front of a huge black door. Sibylle looks at the two door men standing with their arms crossed; she shows the invitation and one of them takes it and read it carefully.