The Billionaires Club ~ Books 1-3: SOLD AUCTION OWNED (Dark Erotica Ganged)

by Q. Zayne

  Hailey couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. She wondered if she’d passed out and was imagining it all. But the thick cock beginning to withdraw, pulling on her so much it felt like the doctor might turn her inside out — that was real. She groaned. He rubbed more lube on his monster cock.

  “Just lay there and take my treatment like a good girl. You’re delicious. Such a tight patient. So small inside and so well-developed. You look like you were made to give pleasure.” He enjoyed her body with his hands, squeezing her breasts and caressing her sides. “Your hips are so narrow and your tits are so big. You have that rare fashion doll figure without implants. At the island, we’ll set you up with some modifications, remove all the genital hair, for a smooth, doll-like cunny.” His eyes shone, “And at some point, I might surgically create a hymen. You have such an innocent look, you’d make quite a convincing virgin. I’ve been doing some enhancements on myself, and you’d be just right for testing my next length and girth increase.” He nodded toward his cock.

  Hailey shook her head, shocked. He couldn’t mean to make his cock longer and wider. It was already monstrously huge.

  He chuckled at her wide-eyed look. “Don’t worry about a thing. Just relax and enjoy your treatment. Your doctor has a lot of special medicine for you. Be a good girl and squeeze it out of me with that tight little pussy.”

  Justice pumped her harder, grabbing her by the shoulders and leaning forward, allowing himself to lose control and plunder her pussy with all his power. Stretching her out inside hard and deep would make the tight new toy better able to handle the tough job ahead of her. Yes, he was doing her a favor by venting his sadistic lust on her tight pussy. He punched her harder, growling, rejoicing in her howls as he fucked the hot new toy harder than he’d ever fucked anything in his life.

  Hailey cried as the doctor used her with his massive instrument.

  He arched back, making her tummy tent out with his huge cock and she whimpered.

  “Here it is, girl, you earned it, suck my seed with your pussy! Take your medicine!” he crowed.

  She obeyed, squeezing and milking him for all she was worth. Her doctor rewarded her with a powerful blast of medicine right up her unused womb. Growling and crazed he pumped and pumped, his cock jerking inside her, spurting more potent seed, making her gush in climax as he fulfilled her with his sperm. She gasped in shock, convulsing on him, stuck on his cock with her tight, suctioning V. He held her in his arms as her climax ripped through her, leaving her weak and mindless.

  “Mm, such a good girl. You know how to please your doctor. I can tell by your face that the treatment was effective.”

  Her doctor was right. She wasn’t nervous at all. She felt raw between the legs, but deliriously happy.

  “Keep your feet in the stirrups, love.” He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, a sweet, lingering kiss.

  She’d been right to trust him. He took good care of her. She’d needed that much more than she’d known. Justice was an amazing doctor.

  “Thank you, doctor.”

  “You enjoyed your treatment, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, doctor.” She blushed.

  “Sometimes I make house calls. I’d like to sneak into your bed at night and give you another treatment. Would you like that?”

  She hesitated. It was like he was reading all her secrets. “Yes, doctor.”

  “Good. It’s a date.” He smiled and kissed her again, taking his time, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She responded in a state of bliss. Her doctor was going to give her more treatments. Life had just become better than she could ever have imagined. She put her arms around Justice and hugged him.

  “Thank you for the treatment and for filling me with your special medicine. I’ll look forward to your house call!”

  “Me, too!” Justice hugged her back. “Rest a few minutes. You can use the bathroom next door to freshen up before we land. Any time you feel tense, go inside your mind. Feel your doctor inside of you and remember that you’re full of my powerful medicine and everything will be all right.”

  “Yes, doctor.”

  Justice withdrew slowly, savoring Hailey’s tightness clinging to him. He might have to bid on this one himself.

  Auctioned

  In the morning, a houseman dressed in white brought her breakfast. With perfect timing, he returned once she’d showered and dressed. She wore a cobalt blue dress, a thin jersey that hugged her body from its low scoop neckline to its hem at her upper thighs. The man eyed her appreciatively.

  “Gabe is ready to see you.”

  Hailey’s breathing sped up. She followed the man downstairs into a bright sun room with a view of the sea. Palms swayed outside the window, reminding her that she had no idea where she was, and neither did anyone else. It was eerie, scary, yet everyone had treated her alright. She remembered the doctor’s treatment and her face flamed to her hairline. Better than all right. The suite they’d given was bigger than two of her studios, the most luxurious place she’d ever slept. As she’d fantasized when she saw the website, she could see and hear and smell the ocean! And unlike San Francisco, it was warm on the island. And apparently everything was free, the suite, breakfast and more luxurious goodies in the bedroom and private bath than she’d had time to explore. But she had no cell service and no wifi. The room had no phone.

  Her plan to ask about that fell out of her mind when she set eyes on her host. He wore shorts and an open linen shirt that displayed his muscular chest, luxurious body hair and gold skin to perfection. What had she been thinking about?

  He smiled and motioned her to a seat.

  “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

  “Wonderfully! It’s so beautiful here, Gabriel!”

  “Yes it is, and even more so now that you’ve graced the island with your presence. Call me Gabe. We’re going to be good friends. I’m delighted to see you looking far more relaxed than when you ran into my car.”

  Hailey squirmed on a cozy rattan love seat. Perhaps they were in the Caribbean. She wished he hadn’t brought up the accident. The thought of it triggered her anxiety. That had been such a horrible shock.

  “Um, yes.” She didn’t dare mention the doctor. She was squirming and had done her best to hide that she was limping.

  “Well, no need to prolong the suspense. We want you. We’re offering you the position. Just look this over and sign it.” Gabe offered her the contract. He sat back in a high-backed rattan armchair that resembled a throne. He didn’t need it to look regal.

  She looked at him after she read the clause about the fertility drug, followed by more waivers of liability and another full page of non-disclosure agreements.

  “Fertility drug. Is this a project of the doctor’s?”

  “Yes. Justice’s favorite experiment, next to discovering just how enormous his penis can become.”

  Hailey blushed, remembering the doctor’s massive cock stretching her and filling her with his special medicine. He’d said it was going to get even bigger. It boggled her mind. Was she supposed to open even wider for him, if he came to her at night for a house call?

  “It’s important to him?”

  “Yes. And he needs a volunteer for testing. Without you, his project would be stalled. It would mean the world to him if you agree to let him try it out on you.”

  She steeled herself and made up her mind. All the legal language made it freaky, but she liked the idea of helping the doctor, being a subject for his experiment so he could move forward in his work.

  She nodded, but she had one nagging question. She frowned into Gabe’s arresting blue green eyes, remembering the intensity in Justice’s blue-gray ones as he fucked her.

  “How will he know if the experiment works? You know, if he tests his — fertility drug on me?”

  “The drug will cause you to become immediately fertile. You’ll become pregnant.”

  “You mean —” Hailey’s face burned, realizing how badly she wanted the answer to be yes.
She was grateful she could ask Gabe and not the doctor himself. “You mean pregnant by the doctor himself?”

  “Yes. Justice is old-fashioned in that regard. Genetic testing will prove his paternity if the experiment works. Naturally, he needs to ensure that you didn’t arrive pregnant. We have one of the finest labs in the world on this island and have made great advances in fertility treatments. Justice’s research is cutting edge, yet he still likes to administer sperm personally.” He looked her up and down, from her large, heaving breasts to her narrow hips, long legs and killer black high heels. “I can’t say I blame him. Though of course, the unusual and well, extremely unorthodox nature of our procedures here make confidentiality crucial. If you agree, we would greatly prefer that you don’t leave the island during the course of the experiments.”

  “Experiments?” She licked her lips and tugged at her hem. She remembered what she wanted to ask him. Under the circumstances, her questions about phones and wifi no longer seemed relevant.

  “Well yes, these things can take time to perfect. The doctor has confidence in his formula, but there’s also the possibility that he may need to revise it. Or there may be side effects.”

  Gabe had such an open, earnest face. Even though what he was saying was scary, Hailey wanted to go along.

  “Side effects?”

  “Well, experimenting with fertility isn’t an exact science. Early fertility drugs often resulted in multiple births, like litters of babies!” he chuckled.

  Hailey felt queasy, imagining pushing out one baby after another. But they’d be the doctor’s babies. She’d never wanted to have babies before, but Justice fucked her and everything changed.

  “Part of Justice’s objective is to make pregnancy faster and easier, and make birth easier, too. He traveled the world to witness births in other cultures. He sampled and tested substances reputed to affect arousal, potency, fertility, pregnancy and delivery. He has spent most of his life developing special formulas to help women. You could help him bring his work to fruition.”

  Hailey looked into Gabe’s shining eyes. She picked up his pricey pen. She signed the contract.

  “Good girl. I’m so pleased, I’ll tell you a secret. Your auction is tonight. And Justice is going to bid on you. He’s thinking of keeping you for himself.”

  “Auction? Keeping me?” Her voice squeaked.

  “Yes. It’s part of the entertainment here at The Billionaires Club. We love to buy things, and what’s better than buying a beautiful woman? With your full consent, of course.” He grinned. “What we’re actually buying is a night of entertainment, although sometimes there are special auctions that go much farther.” His gaze swept me. “Justice requested a special auction for you. He’s impressed. Hell, I think the old devil is smitten.” His eyes shone like a demon’s. He looked happy. “It’s a game really. Don’t be alarmed, although we do take it rather seriously, after all, the members of the club jet here from all of the world seeking experiences we can’t get anywhere else.”

  A suspicion bloomed in Hailey. She wrung her hands, wondering if the answer made any difference to how she felt. The answer had to be yes, otherwise, how could Justice compete for her?

  “Is Justice, is he a billionaire?” she barely managed to get the word out.

  “Yes, he is, and a founding member, along with me, of The Billionaires Club. Many of our special entertainments and unusual projects come right from his big brain. But he’s been rather distracted since he met you.”

  Hailey smiled. She knew the feeling.

  “So, if you agree to it, the auction could provide the greatest possible opportunity for the doctor to test his most secret experiment of all. But I don’t want to spoil the surprise. And it will only happen if he wins.”

  “If he wins?”

  “Yes, you see, the way it works is that the participating club members write their desire for what will happen to the willing young lady. That’s the spicy part, you give your full agreement, but you don’t find out what will happen to you until the auction is finished. Rest assured that you are allowed to decline and that your travel home is fully covered.”

  “Do the girls ever back out?”

  Gabe stroked his chin. “No, that’s never happened. I suppose making so much money for so little time is a powerful incentive. And we select our candidates carefully, as I said, you’re perfect.”

  He beamed at her. Hailey considered it all. Perhaps Gabe thought she was a bimbo. No doubt he’d checked her out. You can find out everything about a person online. He knew about her lack of family, lack of a boyfriend, her crappy cocktail job and even about her blush-worthy reading material. Then there was the bikini pic, the fact that she had never had children… looked like she was the whole package. He’d beamed when he saw her get out of her car at the accident, examined her like something precious. This was her value. To be auctioned for entertainment for a bunch of billionaires.

  “So, whatever happens to me, whatever the willing billionaire chooses, everyone watches?” She’d heard rumors of stage shows for wealthy men, weird things men did to girls in Mexico. She hoped this wasn’t going to be totally perverted and disgusting. She could imagine doing some kinky things, but some things crossed the line.

  “Yes. We relish these spectacles. As I said, billionaires come from all over the world for this. They’re going to love you.”

  “I don’t want to do anything totally freaky. Or, you know, harmful, damaging.”

  “Hailey, I assure you, I will allow no harm to come from you. Trust me. And trust your doctor. I think Justice would kill anyone who hurt you — in a bad way. Certain ways of being hurt can be — hot.” Gabe winked.

  At the appointed time, a massive tattooed man led Hailey from her suite to the mansion’s basement. In the dim room, men reclined in luxe leather chairs. All the light pointed at the stage where a mature man in a tux stood next to a small table with a fishbowl full of envelopes.

  Swirls of cigar smoke wafted around her, adding to her suspicion that she’d just entered the bowels of hell. Anything could happen to her, and no one would know.

  The hulk held her hand in a courtly manner and helped her onto the stage. She teetered in her killer heels next to the auctioneer. Given the tux and her immediate sense that he was the only non-billionaire in the room other than the bodyguards and other staff, she felt confident that she’d guessed his role.

  Some horny, raunchy blues filled the room with the kind of crooning voice that made her want to shake her hips and slide her crotch down a man’s leg. Where was the doctor?

  The room was too dark to make out the men in the audience. The lights blinded her, making it impossible to see if anyone she knew was there. She felt frantic for a familiar face, Justice, Gabe, even the serious-looking houseman who brought her breakfast. The chilling thing — she was the only woman in the room. She had a sense of being surrounded by men of immense power. Men who could buy anything. Men who literally owned the world.

  “Welcome, gentlemen. Due the the presence of an outsider, this will be a silent auction. Who will open the bidding at $500,000?”

  Hailey almost swooned. The auctioneer reached out and steadied her with a practiced hand. The tattooed bodyguard mounted the stage and stood close to her at her other side, no doubt prepared to catch her should she faint.

  The auction made no sense to her. Gestures and nods in the dimness, that blinding light in her face the whole time.

  An accent that sounded Ethiopian cut through the sounds of breathing and smoking, hushing sounds.

  Justice’s voice, low and rasping, “Gabe, you bastard!”

  “You know I’m looking for someone special. And I found her.” Gabe’s voice filled the room. No one shushed him. A flurry of movement, the auctioneer’s head bobbing frantically. Hailey gathered the doctor, Gabe and perhaps the man who sounded Ethiopian were vying for her. And the doctor was furious.

  Justice strode through the audience and leaned over a seat near the front. “
Stand down man, if our friendship means anything to you. You know how much this means to me!” His words sounded pinched as though he was speaking through his teeth. His strong voice shook with emotion. The silence around the two men was thick as fog around the Golden Gate.

  “All right then.” Gabe gave a long sigh. “On the condition that I get a private show.”

  “You’ve got it. Loan me a million?” Justice signaled the auctioneer.

  He won. He stood and took a bow.

  The auctioneer dug through the envelopes in the fishbowl. Hailey shook. It looked as though the doctor nearly lost, but he won her by humbling himself in front of everyone and calling out Gabe to be his friend.

  She’d just been auctioned off. For a moment, she considered bolting from the room. But the burly guy next to her was a reminder that she was under guard. Yes, she believed Gabe that she was free to say no, free to go. But they didn’t want her to. The huge muscles and tattoos in her view underlined how much the billionaires wanted her to stay. The auctioneer slit the envelope with a long knife and pulled out a card. He cleared his throat.

  “She will be available for the public use of every health-screened man on the island: residents, staff, visitors and members alike, without protection.” He nodded kindly to her. “Naturally, my dear, everyone has been tested. We take safeguarding your health very seriously.”

  Somehow, his words didn’t soothe her. Her heart felt like a panicked animal trying to get out of a cage. She pressed her hand between her breasts. The room filled with hoots and applause.

  “Way to go, Justice,”