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AUTHOR’S NOTE – For best effect, read parts 1-15 before this part. The main character, Sethy, is based upon the real woman who is an active member of the XHamster community (Sethy is not her XHam name). Sethy is an avid supporter of the Sethy series.

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Sethy – Part 16 – The Auction

SETHY

“Wake up bitch! Wake up!” I heard Hiro’s voice and then felt him pinch my left nipple hard. Fuck! It really hurt! I was getting really tired of being slapped, pinched, prodded and abused by Hiro. If I had been a guy with some muscle I would have taken a swing at him. He’s such a motherfucking asshole! But I knew if I resisted him he would make life even more miserable than it already was; I needed to formulate a plan to figure out some way to escape, not just leash out in anger, so I bit my lip, did not say or do anything and opened my eyes. I didn’t know how long I had been asleep. There were no clocks in the dungeon and no natural light; I had already lost track of time. I thought it might be about late afternoon but there was no way to tell. The inability to determine the time of day was beginning to disorient me.

“Sethy”, I thought to myself, “You’ve got to be strong. Don’t let Hiro break you down. Keep your wits about you. There’s got to be a way to get out of this situation”. But at this time I had no ideas. I thought back to my high school days on the tennis team and when I was competing for the Micronesia Cup. “Survive and advance” had been my mantra. Survive and advance. I reminded myself that at this time I just wanted to survive. Survive another hour, survive another day. Just survive. Maybe something, a way, an opportunity, will present itself.

I felt Hiro’s hand slap my face. “Get up bitch! Be quick about it!” My eyes begin to tear up from the pain, but I was determined I was not going to cry. I was not going to give Hiro that satisfaction. I looked straight into Hiro’s eyes.
He looked back at me and said, “Ah, you hate me, huh? Well, I don’t give a fuck about whether you hate me or love me. You know Sethy, in some ways all this becomes more fun knowing you hate me, knowing you must obey me because you have no other fucking choice, you bitch!” Hiro slapped me hard across the face again. Hiro clipped a leash onto the ring on my slave collar and pulled the leash roughly leading me by the neck. He had put a slave collar on me before I slept. The collar was made of thick black leather, about an inch wide and had a thick stainless-steel ring fastened to the front of it. I struggled to move my feet fast enough so that I would not be pulled headlong to the floor. He pulled me to a padlocked door, unlocked the padlock, opened the door, and turned on a light inside. It was a small room with cubbyholes on one side and a hanging bar on the other. On the wall facing the door was a chair and dressing table with a mirror and light above it. In the cubbyholes were stiletto high heels of different sizes and colors, chunky platform shoes, boots, ball-gags, handcuffs, blindfolds, dildos, vibrators, tubes of KY jelly, whips, crops, cat-o-nine-tails, paddles, slave collars, wrist and ankle restraints, spreader bars and other bondage equipment. Hanging on coat hangers on the hanging bar was lingerie of various types and colors – corsets, thigh highs, garters, teddys, bras, panties, lycra catsuits and other clothing and costumes. All this looked familiar; it looked like the stuff that I had seen countless women wearing in porn and BDSM videos. Hiro had a pretty extensive collection.

Hiro walked to the dressing table at the other end of the room pulling me by the leash. He opened a drawer and pulled out a wooden box and opened it. Inside was an amazing array of high-end cosmetics – lipsticks, mascara, skin toner, eyebrow pencils in many different colors by all the high-end cosmetic makers – Lancome, Chanel, L’Oreal, Estee Lauer, LVMH. I was amazed; it was MUCH more than what I had at home.

“Impressed?” Hiro asked, looking at me. “Don’t be. It was all confis**ted from women who were arrested. I didn’t pay a penny for this” he said smirking. I thought to myself, I should have known. Hiro is such a dick; he doesn’t want to pay for anything. In addition to being a scumbag, he is a thief.

“I need you to make yourself look pretty and sexy. I have some visitors coming in 30 minutes and you are the main attraction. If you don’t make yourself look really attractive and sexy, I promise you that I will beat you severely after they leave.” Hiro looked straight into my eyes and held my gaze. I could tell from his eyes that he meant his threat.
Hiro walked over to the clothes hanging on the bar and began pulling items off. He put a Japanese style school girl uniform on the dressing table. It was an undersized white shirt which buttoned in the front with the oversized and square navy-blue collar with white trim hanging down in the back. The skirt was navy and looked really short. There were also navy-blue knee socks. Hiro walked over to the cubbyholes and pulled out a pair of white tennis shoes about my size and set them on the dressing table. “You will be modelling some outfits for my visitors tonight. This is the first one you will be wearing. You have 30 minutes of get made up and into this costume. I know I can depend upon you to look sexy as hell for them.” Hiro looked at me with menace in his eyes when he said that. I knew it was a veiled threat.

“I will be back in 25 minutes” Hiro said and walked out.

I sat down at the dressing table and looked at the cosmetics. I chose a muted pink/skin color lipstick. If I am to be a school girl, I thought, I should look the part. As I started applying the makeup, I began to think. “Visitors? Modelling? What’s Hiro up to?” As I looked into the mirror, more thoughts competed for space in my head, “Visitors. More than one. I wonder how many? Perhaps there may be a way to talk to one of them, tell them about my captivity and ask for their help. Maybe this is my chance.” I felt my first glimmer of hope since I had awoken in this forsaken dungeon. I began to think about what I might say and how I could speak to them without Hiro knowing.

I was ready when Hiro returned. He looked me up and down like I was a product to be evaluated and assessed for quality – a car to be sold or some whore to be rented. His eyes were cold and clinical, looking for imperfections. The white top was too small. It ended just below my breasts and there was only one button, at the bottom. That caused the shirt to barely cover my tits. My nipples were barely covered by the shirt and made indentations in the cotton fabric which were clearly visible. The navy-blue skirt was just long enough to cover my pussy in the front and my ass in the back. My assets were covered but only just barely. Hiro studied me carefully. “Yes. Good. You will do.” Hiro clipped the leash to my collar and pulled me into another larger room.

This was truly the dungeon. Arranged around the room were various BDSM contraptions. Fastened on one wall was an Andrew’s Cross, the X-shaped wooden bondage device, with large stainless-steel eye bolts fastened into each of the four ends to bind wrists and ankles. In the corner, suspended by four chains that were bolted to large planks which in turn were bolted to the ceiling, was a black leather sex swing. Not far away was a bondage bench on which someone could be shackled either face up or face down or even face to the side in case the woman was going to be mouth-fucked. I thought it was for use on a woman but certainly a man could have been strapped into it also if that’s what Hiro wanted.

There was a low metal cage on the floor no more than 36 inches high with a door on one end. Someone would have to be on their hands and knees in that thing. Another upright cage was positioned away from the wall. Anyone in this cage would be standing up. I guess it was away from the wall so that all parts of whoever was in the cage would be accessible to people outside the cage. He even had a bondage stockade suspended from the ceiling. A thick board about 3 feet long and 12 inches wide was suspended by chains at each long end of the board about four and a half feet high from the floor. There was a large hole in the middle of the board and smaller holes on either side of the large hole. It was clear to me that this was like the stocks that the Puritan colonists used for lawbreakers centuries ago, only here the person would be standing up rather than sitting and bent over like they did in the 1700’s.

Oh shit! I had seen something like this on a video before but had never seen anything like this in real life. There was another machine bolted to the floor. On one end was a small motor with an electrical cord plugged into the wall and coming out of the motor was a long steel horizontal shaft about 18 to 24 inches from the floor with a dildo fastened on the end of it. Bolted to the floor at the end of the shaft were four pieces of black metal which formed a rectangle and two more piece of metal which bisected the larger rectangle and formed four smaller rectangles. Nine vertical black eye bolts were fastened into each place that the metal pieces intersected – no doubt for shackling and restraining some poor slut who was going to be fucked by that dildo on the shaft either in the ass or the cunt. Oh shit! This one really scared me! That fucking machine could be turned on and whoever was on the receiving end of it would be entirely powerless to do anything to stop or resist it. I thought to myself, if that thing ever got going on my ass it would wreck my ass and asshole! I felt a shudder run through my body.

That son of a bitch Hiro even had a couple video cameras mounted on tripods and photographer quality lights pointed at the ceiling so that he could record or broadcast whatever was happening down here. That motherfucker!
There were three folding chairs facing an open space in the middle of the room. Hanging down from the ceiling in that open space were two long chains and two spotlights were directed to the place where the chains were hanging down.
Hanging on pegs on the walls around the room were blindfolds, ball-gags, whips, crops, leather harnesses and clear plastic bags with dildos and vibrators inside. Hiro tugged the leash and pulled me next to a wall, took a ball-gag from a peg, stuffed the ball in my mouth. Fuck! I had worn ball-gags before (I also did some adult modelling on the side and I would be paid extra if there was bondage involved) but I didn’t like them. After fastening the ball-gag at the back of my head he stepped in front of me to face me. “Sethy, you little cunt. The ball-gag will keep you from speaking to my guests. I don’t want any trouble from a bitch like you.”

“Shit!” I thought to myself. That dick Hiro is smarter than I thought. There’s no way I can talk to the visitors with this ball-gag in my mouth. My heart sank and my hope evaporated. I was fucked. Hiro grabbed two leather wrist collars and a blindfold from the pegs and pulled me by the leash to the center of the room. He fastened the collars around my wrists and then fastened those above my head to the two chains hanging down from the ceiling. Hiro walked behind me and tied the blindfold over my eyes. He then slapped me on the ass and I heard his footsteps walking away. He didn’t say a word. That bastard! So here I was, arms above my head shackled to chains, ball-gagged and blindfolded in the center of Hiro’s dungeon with spotlights shining on me and dressed in a very skimpy Japanese schoolgirl outfit with nothing on beneath it. Shit! I really was fucked.

My mind was racing. I thought to myself to calm down. Don’t lose it Sethy! I went back to what I had learned playing tennis in high school. Take a few deep breaths. Breathe. Focus. Don’t lose control.

I heard multiple footsteps coming closer, then Hiro’s voice. “Have a seat gentlemen. You can see here before you our attraction for this evening. Let’s call her Patricia. Patricia is up for auction tonight. There will be three events. Let me inform you of the terms of the auction and how tonight will unfold. The first event is the Andrew’s Cross. You may bid to use Patricia on the Cross. The highest bidder wins and the winner can use her for one hour or up to the time he cums, whichever is soonest. When he cums we will all take a 15-minute break and during this time Patricia will change into another outfit. At the end of the break we will commence bidding on the second event, the Sex Sling. Just like the first event, the highest bidder will win the privilege to use Patricia on the Sex Sling and can use her for an hour or until he cums. We take another 15-minute break and Patricia again changes outfits. Then we have our last event for the evening, the Bondage Bench. Same process.”

Hiro continued, ”There are just a few rules you must abide by. First, Patricia must wear the ball-gag at all times during all three events. Second, if you win the bidding for the event, you can do whatever you want to Patricia but she must remain on the device you bid on until you cum. Third, once you cum or once an hour passes your time with Patricia has concluded. Fourth, you may win the bidding for multiple events but the events happen this evening. There are no rain checks if you can’t get it up for a second event. Are there any questions?”

Hiro paused, which gave me time to understand what was going on here. I was being auctioned off for use on three BDSM devices tonight! And it could be up to an hour on each device! Shit! Hiro, you are one deviant motherfucker! It blew my mind that he could do this to me, who had been his girlfriend at one time. I wondered how many guys were out there. Hiro used the word “gentlemen” when he addressed them so I’m guessing there are no women bidding on me.

Hiro spoke again. “If there are no questions I will remove Patricia’s blindfold and we can start the bidding. You likely would like to see the face of the woman you are bidding on.” I felt Hiro untie the blindfold and take it away. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light.

“Gentlemen, let’s start the bidding at 200. Do I hear 250?” After my eyes adjusted, I could see three men sitting in chairs opposite me. One of them, an Asian looking man, looked at Hiro and raised his finger.

“250 to Mr. Chan. Do I hear 300?” The man had died black hair and was overweight. He looked like he was probably in his 50’s.

A white man sitting next to Mr. Chan nodded his head at Hiro. “300 to Mr. Thompson. Do I hear 350?” The Asian man raised his finger again. “350 to Mr. Chan. Do I hear 400?” The white man, Mr. Thompson, said, “375”.

Hiro continued, “375 to Mr. Thompson. Do I hear 400?” The Asian man raised his finger again. “400 to Mr. Chan. Do I hear 425?”

A third man sat on the other side of Mr. Chan, who was in the middle. He was a black man and so far he had neither moved nor said anything.

“400 to Mr. Chan. Do I hear 425? 400 to Mr. Chan. Going once….. Going twice…. Patricia on the Andrew’s Cross sold to Mr. Chan for 400!” Hiro walked over to me and began to unshackle my wrists from the chains. Looking over at the fat Asian man, Hiro said, “Mr. Chan, it’s your choice what Patricia wears or does not wear on the cross, but if you want something taken off, take it off now before we shackle her to the cross.”

Mr. Chan walked over to me and removed my tennis shoes and my knee socks. He did not remove the skimpy skirt or the white shirt. I guess the thought of a school girl really turned him on. I was still wearing the slave collar; Hiro clicked the leash onto it and pulled me over to the cross. Hiro fastened my hands to each side and then my ankles. “Mr. Chan, your hour begins now. Patricia is all yours.”

Mr. Chan was dressed in a dark business suit with a white shirt and black tie. He looked like a Chinese version of the John Belushi Blues Brother. Definitely not an attractive man, but probably a rich one. He walked up to me and stood right in front of me. His gaze was on my tits, which were almost on full display. The shirt barely covered my nipples; the top half of my tits was there for the world to see. And I was mortified that my nipples were erect beneath the shirt. While the bidding was going on I had been looking at the men, who were devouring me with their eyes. I could see the lust in their eyes, their pure a****l desire. I was not proud of it but seeing their sexual hunger had turned me on.

Mr. Chan’s eyes were on my tits but his right hand had started on my right knee and was making its way up my thigh. He was not a handsome man but he did have good hands and fingers. His touch was light, slow and deliberate. Up my thigh he slid his hand beneath the flap of fabric that was my skirt. He cupped my cunt. I had been shaving my pussy for awhile but Rod encouraged me to let it grow natural before he came to visit. I had about 2 weeks of growth there now. Not long at all but past the stubble and itchy stage.

Mr. Chan’s index finger traced the lips of my pussy. I was wet. Very wet. Mr. Chan slid his finger in and when he did I arched my back and gasped. I didn’t want to do that - it’s so slutty to do that with a man I don’t know and have never met before – but I couldn’t stop myself. With his finger buried in my sopping wet pussy, Mr. Chan began to lick my face. God, I was glad I had the ball-gag on so he couldn’t kiss me! I could smell garlic on his breath.

Mr. Chan pulled his finger out and showed it to the two other men. Wet! Everyone could see my juices on his finger glistening under the light. Shit. Sometimes I really wonder if I am a slut. I don’t want to be but I know I have slut desires. He unbuttoned the one button on my shirt and pulled each side back to my shoulders. My tits were now fully exposed and my nipples were high and erect. It was evident to everyone now that I was turned on and hot. This is why I think I am a slut - I can be turned on by men I don’t know and will never see again. And I will fuck them and enjoy it.

Mr. Chan’s wet mouth descended hungrily on my left nipple, then my right one. He sucked and licked, sucked and licked. His fingers were good and so was his mouth. I could feel my nipples getting even harder as his tongue flicked each one.

Then he unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and quickly entered me. I guess he had enough foreplay and his cock was crying out for my pussy. It felt a little strange to be fucked by a man wearing a business suit and tie – I had never done that before – but Mr. Chan obviously could not wait. He grabbed my hands at the top of the X with his and he started pumping me. It did not take him long before he picked up his pace and was pumping me furiously. I could feel him sliding in and out of me, I could feel his fingers intertwined with mine above my head, I could feel the force of his body as he slammed into mine. Slammed is the right word. Getting fucked on a wooden cross is really different than a nice soft mattress. The mattress will absorb some of the pounding from a man; a wooden cross will not. I was the one getting pounded. Mr. Chan was breathing rapidly and deeply now. “Aiya! Aiya! Wode tian! Wode tian!” I didn’t understand what he was saying but I knew when he shot his load. In less than a minute his cock went flaccid and slipped out.

Hiro said, ”We will take a 15 minute break now and then come back for the bidding for Event Two.” He pointed Mr. Chan to the bathroom where we could clean up, then he unshackled me, slipped the leash into the ring on my slave collar and pulled me back to the dressing room.

Hiro told me to take off the schoolgirl outfit and gave me a pan of cold water and a washcloth and said I could wipe off if I wanted. He pulled off a couple of hangers from the clothing bar and put them on the dressing table. It looked like a black garter, bra and panty set and black thigh-highs. He went to the cubbyholes and grabbed a pair of black patent leather shiny high heels. “This is your next outfit. Be ready in 13 minutes” he said and he walked out. I pulled off the school girl outfit and threw it in the corner. Mr. Chan had given me a creampie. His cum was oozing out of my pussy. I felt dirty, so I wet the washcloth and wiped my body with it. With the ball-gag in my mouth my saliva had been oozing from my mouth down onto my tits and continuing down. I had a saliva trail from my tits to my right foot. I wiped the rest of my body first, then wiped down the saliva trail. After that I wiped my pussy. There was no telling how much cum Mr. Chan had shot into me but I wiped off what had leaked out.

I began to slip on the second set of clothing Hiro left. The bra was black but sheer and low cut. My dark nipples could be seen through the black sheer fabric. I pulled up the panties – same thing. Not transparent but I could see my dark pussy hair beneath the panties. I pulled up the black garter belts on each leg and then pulled up the tight highs – same sheer material. I slipped on the black shiny high heels and took a look at myself in the mirror. Shit! If I say so myself, I looked fucking hot. Rod was forever telling me how hot and sexy I am. Sometimes I think I’m getting fat as I get older and my face is starting to wrinkle in some places. But looking in the mirror I had to say that I looked pretty damn hot for a woman in her late 30s. The ball-gag was not comfortable but it gave me a very very slutty look.

Hiro returned and took another hard look at me up and down, did not say anything, slipped the leash into the ring on my slave collar and pulled me out of the dressing room. He pulled me to the center to the room but this time did not shackle me to the two hanging chains there.

Hiro began, “Gentlemen, are we ready to resume? You can see the item up for bid. Patricia in sheer black bra, panty and garter set. She looks hot, doesn’t she? Patricia, please show the gentlemen what you’ve got.”

I guess he wanted me to walk around and strut my stuff, so that’s just what I did. I made big showy moves and gave them views of my front, profile and back sides. While I was showing off I realized that I did enjoy it even if it was slutty behavior. I had known since high school that I liked to strut my stuff for the boys but I always thought it was bad and shameful behavior. I wanted to be a good girl like my parents wanted me to be but I knew I also enjoyed showing off and doing things that they would not want me to do. I had struggled with that conflict since I was 15.

“Event Two is the Sex Sling. Gentlemen, let’s start the bidding at 200. Who will give me 200?” Mr. Chan raised his finger. “Mr. Chan has 200. Who will give me 250?” The black man spoke up. “250”.

“Mr. Rollins has 250. Who will give me 300?” The white man said “275”

“Mr. Thompson has 275. Who will give me 300?” Mr. Chan raised his finger. “Mr. Chan has 300. Who will give me 325? The black man, Mr. Rollins, said “325”

“Mr. Rollins has 325. Who will give me 350?” Mr. Chan raised his finger again. “Mr. Chan has 350. Who will give me 375? Mr. Thompson said “375”.

“Mr. Thompson has 375. Who will give me 400?” Mr. Chan looked down. He was thinking. He did not raise his finger. “Mr. Thompson has 375. Who will give me 400?” Mr. Rollins, said “400”

“400 to Mr. Rollins. Do I hear 425? 400 to Mr. Rollins. Going once….. Going twice…. Patricia in the Sex Sling sold to Mr. Rollins for 400!” Hiro walked over to me and slipped the leash into the O ring on my collar. Looking over at the black man, Hiro said, “Mr. Rollins, it’s your choice what Patricia wears or does not wear on the sling, but if you want something taken off, take it off now before we put her in the sling.” Mr. Rollins stood up. That’s when I saw he was a tall, big man. He was probably 6’2” or 6’3” inches tall. He was wearing jeans, a purple polo shirt and loafers with no socks – comfortably and casually dressed. He had some weight around his stomach but he was not a fat man. He probably weighed about 190-200 pounds. There were hints of grey in his hair but not a lot. Like Mr. Chan, I thought he was likely in his 50s.

Mr. Rollins walked over to me, looked down at me and smiled. He reached his long arms around me, found the clasp to the bra, unhooked it, and slid it across both my shoulders and arms. Most men will remove a woman’s bra from behind her. This was the first time a man had taken my bra off while he was in front of me. I felt a shiver go through me when his skin touched mine as he was reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. I involuntarily looked up at him at that time. He was looking right at me. I think he felt my shiver and he smiled at me. Right then I felt my pussy flood. God yes, I was a slut! Mr. Rollins gave the bra to Hiro and then put his thumbs inside my panties at my hips and peeled the panties down, pulling them slowly down my legs to my ankles. He was bent over with his head at my waist and he looked up at me and said “Patricia, step out of your panties, right foot first, then your left foot.” I did as he said and he slipped the panties off each leg. He brought the panties up to where he could see them. He saw it and I saw it too – a big wet spot. I was already dripping. He brought the panties up to his nose and sniffed and then looked straight at me but didn’t say a word. I could tell from his gaze that he had picked up the scent from my hot pussy. His eyes now had a look to them like a lion on the hunt and I was his prey. I felt my nipples tighten under his gaze. He did not remove the garters, the thigh-highs or the high heels.

Hiro walked me over to the Sex Sling. It was a sling, not a chair, woven from thick bands of black leather. Two long leather straps ended in O rings which were secured to chains which hung from a frame overhead. At right angles between those long straps were four straps. A fifth strap, thicker than any of the others, was also at right angles to the two long straps and was also secured by chains to the frame above. The intersections of the straps were secured by heavy metal studs. Those made the straps secure so that they would not separate and prevented me from sliding out between the straps. I turned around, leaned back and almost fell into the sling. The big thick fifth strap was right under the bottom of my ass. It held most of my weight but did not restrict the movement of my legs. There were also two leather loops secured to an O ring and an S hook. Hiro connected those to two chains hanging from the ceiling near my legs, then moved my legs such that my ankles were inside each loop. My feet were now angled up about 3 feet above my waist. My body was not horizontal; my torso was at about a 20 degree angle and my face was angled towards the ceiling but I could look down and see. Hiro secured my wrists to chains behind me. I was bound in such a way that I could not get out without help. I looked down and saw that my pussy was exposed and available between my spread legs. Oh my God! My pussy was completely at the mercy of Mr. Rollins.

Mr. Rollins, while I was getting into the sling, had removed his jeans and underwear and was now between my legs just about a foot from my pussy. I looked at his face and he still had that lion-on-the-hunt look in his eyes. The man was also well-hung. He had a good hard erection going; his cock was about 7 inches long and 1-1/2 inches in diameter. I had been fucked by men with big cocks before and I was not a big fan. My pussy is still fairly tight and big cocks stretch and hurt me. Looking at Mr. Rollins cock between my legs, it seemed like it might be right on the borderline between pain and pleasure. Well, from the look in his eyes, I was going to find out pretty fast.

He took the two corners of the sling on either side of my ass and moved the sling, with me in it, up next to him. My pussy was on the edge of the sling with my legs up in the air. Mr. Rollins began rubbing the head of his cock against the lips of my cunt. I knew I was wet – sopping wet. Nobody had to tell me that. Mr. Rollins was not a man for foreplay; he maneuvered me such that the entrance to my cunt was directly ahead of the head of his cock and he bucked his hips forward. Oh my God I felt the head of his cock slide right in. He pulled the sling towards him and I took the full length of his cock in less than a second. Good God, I was so wet and ready! I had expected some pain when he entered me, but felt none. Only a very full feeling when he stuffed his cock all the way inside me. And I do mean ALL THE WAY! I had never been fucked in a sling before. That first thrust was incredible. Because the sling supports my weight, Mr. Rollins was able to easily maneuver me and thrust hard into me while pulling me towards him. When I’m getting fucked on a bed gravity pulls my weight down into the mattress which then provides friction and resistance. In the sling all my weight is supported by the sling so gravity does not come into play and there’s practically no resistance when he moves me. Mr. Rollins began to thrust hard into me while pulling the sling towards his cock so I was getting a very good and very deep banging. I had never felt anything like this before. I could feel the head of his cock hitting the cervix in the back of my pussy. I wanted to scream and shout it felt so good, but with the ball-gag in my mouth, all I could do was to make muffled groaning sounds. His cock was completely filling my pussy and it felt fantastic! No pain at all! Oh God, this was fabulous! He just kept pumping me. I was completely available to him, his fuck toy. After awhile I don’t know if it was our sweat or my juices that had leaked out but both of our bodies were wet and I started to hear that very delicious sound of wet bodies thumping together when there is some serious fucking going on. Thwup! Thwup! Thwup! I don’t know about others but fucking sounds really turn me on and when I heard that my excitement grew stronger and stronger. I think that he could feel my excitement because he also started to breathe deeply and moan. “Patricia…Patricia…Oh you are one hot bitch….” Thwup, thwup, thwup, his cock was working like a piston, slamming home in my drenched pussy. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! I couldn’t say that with the ball-gag in my mouth but I was sure thinking it!

Then I felt it. The first indication that I was going to cum soon. I felt the wave coming. I started moaning under the ball-gag, louder and louder as the wave built. I think he was feeling it too. “Patricia, oh fuck, Patricia. Patricia, you hot cunt! Oh my God Patricia you’re gonna make me cum soon! Patricia! You’re gonna make me cum soon Patricia!”
When he said that I came and I came hard. I let out a loud squeal. He was still pumping me hard! I came again arching my back hard! Oh my God this is heavenly! Then I heard his voice again, “Patricia! Fuck Patricia! I’m cumming Patricia! I’m cumming!!” And I came a third time! I felt him shoot his hot cum deep into my pussy. Oh fuck, it was great! It was fucking fabulous!

Mr. Rollins almost collapsed on me his cum was so strong. He steadied himself by holding onto the chains that my legs were attached to. It was quite a fucking session for both of us. After a minute or two he slid his semi-flaccid cock out of me, smiled at me, and walked toward the bathroom. Hiro walked over to me and undid my wrists and then my ankles and slowly moved my legs down until I could almost touch the floor. He then reached behind me and holding my back lifted me up out of the sling and put me on my feet. Oh my God, I could hardly stand up!! Blood began rushing back into my legs and I felt some pain and discomfort in my legs, but my pussy was so so satisfied! I kicked off the high heels which I was still wearing – there was no way I could walk on those at this time. I looked down on the floor beneath where Mr. Rollins had been fucking me. There was a little puddle of my cum and pussy juice there which had leaked out. Jesus! I had to lean on Hiro to stay upright and he walked me into the dressing room.

I felt like it was a dream as I removed the garters and thigh highs. I had an other-worldly experience like I was watching myself pull the thigh highs off. After I got them off I took the wet wash cloth and began to wipe my body again. It took me a good 5 minutes to stand steadily again.

Hiro had put a pair of red high heels on the dressing table. I did not see any other clothing there. I turned and looked at him and looked at the heels. I couldn’t say anything with the ball-gag in my mouth, but he understood. “No bitch, no clothes for event 3. You will go out wearing just these red heels.”

Hiro had to help me walk out for Event Three. Event Three was like a dream, like it happened to someone else. The white guy, Mr. Thompson, was the winning bidder. Hiro walked me unsteadily to the bondage bench. Hiro asked Mr. Thompson if he wanted me face up or face down on the bench. Thompson chose face down so I was secured on the bench with my ass sticking up. Thank God he chose to fuck my sloppy pussy rather than my ass. After he shot his load inside me I remember thinking that if I got pregnant from this, I would have no idea who the father was.

I heard Hiro’s voice again while I was still strapped to the bondage bench. “Thank you for coming gentlemen. I hope you enjoyed the evening. That’s all for tonight. You are invited to return in two days for the next event. Patricia will be participating in a gang bang with three men. The three highest bidders will be the lucky participants.”

To be continued…

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A lucky auction

There's a few things about the house that are more difficult for me to manage on my own. Gardening is one of worst. We have a friend who very kindly mows our lawns for us, but there's lots of other heavy work that I find too much. When the secondary school that our oldest c***d goes to had a charity "auction of promises", of course we went anyway to support their school. When one of the lots being offered was an afternoon of gardening work by a group from the sixth form, that was just too good...

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CagedChapter 7 Up For Auction

The next four weeks were a flurry of activity for the young slave. She slept and ate little. Her exercise regimen was long and strenuous. She felt her muscles grow hard and her stomach and waist get narrower. She could see the muscles on her stomach, but there was still a thin layer of fat that covered them. "I think it is genetic," said her Master, after several weeks. "The only way we could get rid of that layer would be to completely starve you, and that we don't want." After seeing...

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The Angry Whore Book 1Chapter 3 The auction

7 July, 1686 Afternoon A small platform had been set up in the port. The crowd was too big for the main square. Isabel had just been auctioned off. The sisters, having been placed behind an improvised curtain, had not been able to see anything, but they had heard the bid—ding and the roar of the crowd. Isabel had been sold to a Miss Bjorn, a land—owner of Scandinavian origin who possessed one of the largest plantations of sugar cane on the continental coast. She had fetched five thousand...

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Intrusive DelightsChapter 18 Auction

The slave auctions were held regularly and so Rubina spent only three more days in a cage at the auction house to which she was sent, hobbled and shackled. The cage itself was a form of torture, since it was roughly cubic, but only about five feet in each direction, and she was unable to stand or lie down in any comfort. The only possible position was to sit on the floor with her back to the bars; the chains on her ankles and wrists made even that uncomfortable. Water and food were placed in...

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