That doesn't sound good, she thought, her eyes widening behind her mask.
“I've decided I want to put on a show for everyone, and you'll be the star.” He squeezed her pliant rear, making her flinch. “I'm going to show you I can do whatever I want to you, little Sparrow. Doesn't that sound good?”
Her answer wavered, her heart choking her where it rose in her throat. “Yes, Master.”
What is he going to do to me?
Onyx smiled, a look that made every bit of her tremble. Moving away, he wandered over to a small desk she hadn't noticed before. As he rustled in it, Judith heard the first foot steps. Oh, god, no!
They entered quietly, but not because they needed to. The men waved to Onyx, who nodded his head as they settled in. Judith saw there were some women with them, realizing they all wore various collars around their throats. She didn't know if she hadn't noticed them before, or if perhaps none of the women she had met had worn them.
I probably didn't know what to look for, but now...
The only girl without a collar lifted her head, long enough to meet Judith's eyes. Startled, she realized she knew the woman. One of the other new submissives, I think her name was Tara? Toying with her curly brown hair, she looked away quickly, as if ashamed to be witnessing Judith on the table. Will she go through this, too, eventually? Why is Onyx doing this to me now, and none of the others?
Confused by the situation, she closed her eyes, placing her forehead on the flat surface. If she could have stayed like that, pretended no one was even around, she would have.
Something firm brushed her lower back, causing her to jump and let go of the table.
Instantly, Onyx spanked her, his voice barking. “Did I tell you to let go of the edge?”
“No, no, sorry, Master!” Red as a beet, she grabbed again, but it didn't satisfy him. Setting whatever he had touched her with on her back, as if she herself were a table, he moved around and bound her wrists to the wood. The shackles clicked into place, unyielding.
She was truly trapped.
Looking up, she saw how close he was, to the verge of almost seeing through the eye holes of his mask. But then he was gone, removing the weight from her spine and heading behind her. Judith looked over her shoulder, anxious about what he had planned.
She didn't understand what she was seeing. Onyx held something in his glove, it was silvery and attached to a bundle of cloth. He didn't seem intent on explaining it, either, for he lowered it towards her thighs, wordlessly pressing it against her pussy.
Judith jumped, but couldn't move away. With her muscles tight and her belly quivering, she felt him hooking straps around her hips, until he had fastened something that pressed against her lower lips and along the crease of her ass.
“There,” he purred, stroking up her spine and lifting goosebumps where he went. “This should be fun. Little Sparrow, what I have here is a fun show for myself and my friends.” He waved out, indicating the people reclining on the sofas, girls kneeling by the feet of some. “I'm going to turn on this device, and we're all going to watch you orgasm over, and over, and over,” he smirked. “Until I decide you're done.”
Her eyes widened, she couldn't stop herself. “No!” Judith gasped, her blush full body in nature. Onyx scowled, his glove slapping down onto one of her ass cheeks.
“I thought you learned not to speak out last night.”
“Sorry, Master, but I...” I can't do this! It's too much, no!
Onyx turned, not responding to her dismay. In disbelief, she watched him go, his back to her as he approached the group. The room was small, the gathering was really only a few yards away from her obscene display. Lowering his head, he spoke softly to someone, leaving her wondering what was going on.
Did he decide not to turn this thing on? Is it broken, maybe, and he doesn't know?
He twisted, looking her way slowly with a sideways smile. Then, she saw it; in his hand, lifted at eye level. The remote was tiny, no bigger than a matchstick box. If she hadn't been looking, she wouldn't have seen his thumb press the button.
It didn't matter, she felt the result soon enough.
The vibrations poured through her pelvis, making her clit throb in seconds. Any hope she had of keeping herself quiet, it vanished as the device's electric waves grew higher. Judith thrummed, feeling like a live wire, her breathing coming in hard and fast gasps.
No, not this... I can't take this!
It was too powerful, and despite that everyone was watching her, observing how her skin was shining from exertion, how her lips were parted in wanton passion, Judith couldn't control herself. Wrapped in a world of forceful pleasure, the red-head began to buckle.
I'm really going to do it—oh my god, I'm going to cum, in front of everyone!
She squeezed everything, pulled at her bonds, but there was no escape. Not from the table, not from the eyes, and certainly not from the device driving her to orgasm. Onyx wanted to show her his power, how he could bend her to his will and make her do things she'd never normally allow.
Who is he... how can he...
Judith couldn't focus, she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned, remembering how the blonde woman had done the same. The pressure was building, her core a bundle of nerves, her pussy soaked and hot. Closer to the edge she crawled, the vibrations unrelenting.
Finally, she crashed helplessly over the cliff, her climax quaking through, making her squeal. She wished she could bite her tongue, or close her mouth, but her body wouldn't obey her. It seemed to listen to only one person right then, the man who wanted her to cum for a crowd.
Shivering, the sparks of color exploding behind her eyes, Judith let the last of the orgasm wash through, down her legs and to her toes. She'd have curled them, if they weren't pressed so hard into her flats from her spread position.
Somewhere, beyond the blood pounding in her ears, she thought she heard someone chuckling. Lifting her head, she looked back through bleary eyes and saw her Master smiling at her. He was reclining on a sofa, sipping from a glass and appearing more relaxed than ever.
On cue, the device between her legs continued to buzz, her throbbing clit given no relief. Moaning, Judith arched her back, shaking her head. This is too much, I can't, not again!
Her body didn't agree, it pushed along on her heightened senses, her searing skin and fluttering heart making her next orgasm roll through even easier. There was no time to prepare, she was shaking before it hit, and long after it vanished. Am I really doing this? Am I cumming so easily?
It was cruel, the pleasure was soon more than was comfortable. She wanted more, her slick tunnel wanted to be filled. Her form gyrated what little it could as she cried out.
When the vibrations still insisted she sustain the torture, that she fall deeper into the pit of wild lust, Judith was sure she'd go insane if she didn't black out first.
Abruptly, the device shut off, her flesh shivering with phantom buzzing. In the quiet room, the sounds she made were more obscene than she had noticed, and if possible, she blushed harder.
Something touched her spine, cool in comparison to her hot skin. It moved, trailed down her soft rear, making her understand it was a hand. A glove, that's Onyx. Her suspicion was confirmed when he leaned over her, breathing in her ear. “Did you have enough?”
“Yes, Master, I... please, I can't handle...”
“You could, if I wanted you to, correct?”
No, she thought desperately, but she only muttered, “yes.”
It seemed to please him, the straps around her thighs vanishing as he removed the toy. The air felt good on her lower lips, but his fingers, gentle and seeking, felt even better. Judith gasped, anticipation flooding her at his expLorrainetion. “You're soaked, little Sparrow, are you sure you're done? Or do you want something else?”
“I... something else, Master.” It was hard to admit, knowing other people would hear her, but she had been craving this since the first time she'd witnessed this vision of a Dom. Seeing him te
ase that blonde, drive her wild, and then finally fill her...
I want it, I really do, please...
“What else?” he asked, spreading her cheeks, tracing her inner thighs and the slickness that had dripped there. Internally, she battled with saying it so bluntly. But her whole being was on fire, aching for him to finally enter her. She'd tasted his cock last night, where was the harm in giving in and saying she... she...
That I need it? Is that it?
“Answer me, girl,” he growled, digging his fingers deeper into her backside. Judith whimpered, especially when the pain only made her yearn for more. “I want... I want your manhood, Master.”
“Cock,” he laughed, slapping her lightly, “say cock. You want my cock.”
“Yes,” she sobbed, “your cock, Sir!” Blushing furiously, Judith was amazed how just uttering that word had made her pink button twitch.
Onyx peeled her lower lips apart, sliding his thumbs just along the wetness inside. Inhaling sharply, she tried to encourage him to go further, but she could only wiggle so much.
“Tell, me then,” he breathed, wicked and sensual. “Tell me you want it. You know what I need to hear. Tell the whole room.”
She knew what he was asking, it was true. Her mind bristled with the memory of that night, the woman tied down like she was now, whimpering at this man's touch, his every movement. He wants me to beg. So she opened her mouth, and did so without argument.
“Please, Master, I need it! God, I... I need you to fuck me, please, I'll do anything!”
Onyx chuckled, a harsh sound that only hinted at his own throaty lust. She wondered if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Bending low, he brought his teeth to her ear and gave a sharp nibble. The pain made her grimace, but his words made her swoon.
“I know,” he stated, “I know you'll do anything, little Sparrow.”
She didn't hear him free himself, she didn't know when he had slid his cock out. Judith was only aware of that warm head, sliding up and down her soaked folds, teasing her with its presence. Shuddering, she gave a raw sounding shout, then squealed as he began filling her. His length penetrated slowly, a fact she was both thankful for, and frustrated by.
She wanted more, and didn't want to wait.
Onyx had been trying to teach her patience, but she wouldn't admit she had very little right then. If she hadn't been tied down, she would have thrust herself back onto him. Instead she groaned, tossing her head and quivering as he sank further in.
Thick, his shaft spread her completely, thrilling her when she felt him sink to the root. Onyx was inside of her, they both felt her walls hugging him, craving more. Gently, he began stroking into her, his gloves holding her hips tightly. His pace was careful, rhythmic, taunting her with his ability to control himself.
How can he be so calm? I'm going insane!
Again, he pumped into her, again, she cried out in bliss. She turned her head to watch him, until he grunted harshly and frowned. “No, look away, girl.” Disappointed, she closed her eyes, putting her cheek to the table.
Her pouting was brief, her Master slammed into her wetness more roughly. “Aah,” she gasped, amazed by how wonderful he felt. Expertly, he reached below, the smooth texture of his gloves stroking her swollen clit. Perfect little circles, the man knew her body better than seemed logical.
He's going to do it, he's going to make me cum again!
So worked up, so ready to finally be in the moment, Judith shivered all over as the waves began to spread. Her muscles were taut, gripping his cock as it stirred up her insides. Then he was there, instructing her mere inches away, his nose tickling her temple.
“Cum for me, little Sparrow, show me how well you can obey.”
Like she was a song he knew by heart, an instrument far too familiar in his acute hands, Judith felt him calling her orgasm to a crescendo. Wet, deaf to her own screams, she shook on his cock as his hard chest pressed into her back. So lost in the pleasure, she was dimly aware of his shaft when it started to swell.
He's going to finish in me!
In a panic, she opened her mouth to argue, but only another wanton squeal escaped. At the last second, his member pulled free, the tepid spurts of his semen landing on her lower back. Breathing heavy, she relaxed on the table while the last of the aftershocks made her pussy twitch.
I can't believe it, did I really... did he...
Baffled, Judith heard someone speaking, and was sure it was Onyx. Something touched her, damp and rough, sliding over her skin. Peeking over her shoulder, she was dismayed when it wasn't the muscular man, but a girl with long raven hair.
I've seen her before... what was her name? Opal? She cleaned off the blonde, too, that night.
Her ankles were freed, as well as her wrists, but she didn't move. Everything ached, she was exhausted and wanted to rest. People were talking around her, letting her catch snippets of conversation.
“...be wonderful, really...”
“...yes, I'm excited for the auction...”
“...think he'll go for her...”
“...oh, he never buys any of them...”
Gingerly, she pushed herself up, weak and unable to stand without the aid of the table. Holding the edge, she slid back and turned around, fighting through a cloud of cotton as she regained her thoughts. What is everyone talking about, the auction?
“Here,” a female voice whispered. Judith turned to find the dark haired woman. Smiling shyly, Opal offered the green dress and lingerie in her arms. Taking it, Judith redressed quickly, conscious now of her own nudity among strangers. Once more thankful for the masks they all wore, she tied the gown into place. “Where did Onyx go?”
“Master Onyx,” the other girl corrected, “is talking to potential buyers.”
“Buyers?”
“Yes,” Opal nodded, her collar glinting in the light of a nearby lamp. “All the new submissives are sold off to potential masters at the auction. There's one tomorrow night, and Master Onyx plans to put you up then.”
“What?” Blinking, Judith stepped back, her brain finally waking. “Tomorrow? But I... I thought Master Onyx was, you know, my Dom?”
The other woman gave an indulgent smile. “No, Master Onyx likes to train the girls, but he never takes any as his own. Someone else will buy you, but don't worry, all the masters are very excited about you.”
Judith hardly heard her, she was looking around for Onyx, her heart racing madly. No, there's no way I'd go with someone else. It's him... him that I...
Halting her thoughts, scared where they might go, she ignored Opal and hurried through the crowd. Brushing past everyone, each person becoming just a blur, Judith moved down the tunnel and into the main room. Whipping her head side to side, she finally spotted him. He was standing by the man she recognized as Helm, wrapped in conversation.
She didn't know what she had planned, only that she was suddenly in front of him. Her hands were clenched at her sides, making her sure her expression was giving away her sense of hurt. Onyx and Helm both paused, staring at her with curious frowns.
“You can't auction me off,” she blurted.
At once, several things happened. Helm moved his arm, and she knew he was about to hit her. Something else grabbed her by the hair first, forcing her away from the slap, into the ground instead. Yelping from the sharp pain in her scalp, she understood her cheek was being shoved into the rug. On her knees, her hands grabbed desperately for the arm holding her.
Onyx was faster, and stronger, than she even imagined. His other hand grabbed her wrists, holding them still, leaving her helpless in his captivity. Judith thought, blindly in her shock, that she should keep struggling. His voice was near her, close enough that his breath warmed her cheek. The tone he used was frightening, for it was placid, emotionless.
“Did you honestly, honestly, just walk up and and tell me what I couldn't do, little Sparrow?”
She opened her mouth to argue, but he squeezed her hair, making her scream briefly instead.
When she quieted, he pressed on. “It seems I was mistaken, thinking you were ready to be a Sub. I don't enjoy being embarrassed like this, girl. I have rules, and they are always to be taken seriously.”
Rules, she thought, something tugging at her memory.
“It looks like I might need to put you through more training instead of auctioning you tomorrow, which will disappoint many of the other Doms here. Do you know how that makes me look?” Onyx lifted her head, turning her so their noses almost brushed. Through the holes in his mask, she caught a glimpse of his eyes.
They were boiling with anger, bright and alive with a sense of indignation. They terrified her with how piercing they were, how perfectly blue. All at once, she recognized them.
No... it can't be, he...
All those times he had touched her, the way he had spoken to her, commanded her... when he had made her strip, and made her beg. To have bent her over, and mere moments ago, slid his cock into her hungry body...
All along, it had been Benedict.
He pushed her down, rough and uncaring. “You're lucky the evening is over. Tomorrow, we'll take your training to a new level, rub out this ridiculous defiance you have. Go, leave me be.”
Pressing her forehead to the floor, Judith stared at the rug with wide open eyes, shaking all over. He doesn't know it's me. He didn't realize, but I... I know. I know they're the same person now. What do I do?
On weak legs, she knelt, looking up at him and his turned back. This man that I've been craving, that I've been willing to do the most impossible things for. He's Benedict Vance?
How can that be?
Unsure what else to do, her chest thrumming with anxiety, Judith turned, falling through the purple curtains. Grateful there was no one around, and knowing, now, that she couldn't possibly run into her boss upstairs, she passed through the red door without that particular fear. On wobbling legs, she climbed the stairs to her room, and collapsing on her bed in a heap.
Those blue eyes smoldered in her brain, reminding her of what she would have to face tomorrow. Even if she didn't return to the dungeon below, even if she only stayed to finish her painting, she would still have to see him.
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