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The Auction.

By Jill Bird.

Part 1.

"But why an auction? It's just making me into a prostitute!" Jill had herangry and hurt look; one, which Mark knew, meant she was about to dig her heelsin.

"No, it won't!" Mark had to tread carefully now if he was going to get hisbeautiful wife to go along with the plan. "What it is, er, is instead of theold seedy thing of throwing the men's car keys onto a table and then lettingthe women pick up a key at random, the men bid for the woman of their choice.This way, the men get a chance to have a choice of who they take, the husbandsmight make a bit of money if their wife is a good looker. And the women geta chance to be paraded in front of an audience," he finished lamely.

Jill still didn't seem convinced. " Oh yes, and what about any unfortunatewomen who don't get bought; they are going to be mortified. And the husbandwho might be left with his own wife!" she put a hand to her mouth, stiflingan involuntary smile.

"That won't happen. Only good-looking women are invited to compete, andof course all the men will want a woman for the night. That's why they're going,after all," explained Mark. He knew that his wife's objections were mainlyjust a show of reluctance; she was as keen on this as he was. They had agreedin principle to go to a swinger's party, ages ago but were only now gettingthe details sorted out.

"So I go on show in front of a load of randy old goats and then get takenoff by the one with the most money?" Mark shrugged, "I suppose that's aboutit, but I promise that none of the men are going to be too ugly for you tostomach." Jill seemed to be giving it some thought. "Okay, lets do it, if that'swhat you want."

Mark relaxed, letting his breath out slowly, not wanting his wife to seehis relief.

Later, over drinks, they began to discuss the details. Mark explained thatthe auction would take place at a local motel, in the evening. The place hada small cabaret room with a low stage on which the women would be displayed.It would be like a sort of Miss World contest, in that they would each be broughton singly, then as a group and then singly again for the bidding.

"Will we all be naked all the time?" Jill asked.

"Well, all the details haven't been finalised yet but you'll probably keepyour clothes on, at least until the bidding starts", bluffed Mark, who in truthdidn't know for sure.

"If you think I'm going to parade in the nude for a gang of men then youmust be very optimistic!" she snapped.

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Mark had met the man a few weeks earlier when he had visited a lap-dancingclub with some colleagues from work. The man hadn't been a member of theirparty but he began chatting to Mark, casually, about the girls' relative attributesand performing skills. They had gotten on well. The mans' name was Harry andhe was a lot older than Mark, about 50 or so, Mark guessed. It seemed thatHarry was a man of some means, owning property and a motel in a nearby town.

Harry observed that the lap-dancers, although very attractive were reallyjust a fantasy; no real contact was possible, and even if a girl could be boughtthen it would be simply a commercial transaction on her part. Sex with a pricetag was a poor substitute for a varied diet of real women. "Yes," said Mark, "That'sall very well, but how can any man, except the most handsome or famous, evermanage to get his hands on so many women? When you have a job to hold down,and a wife to keep happy, then even finding the time to look for willing womenwas difficult." Harry laughed, you had to get organised, he said; you had tofind a group of like-minded men who would lend their own women in expectationof receiving similar favours. That way, with an ever-widening circle of suchacquaintances then there would be a continuous supply of women for his use.Mark tried to follow the strangers' meaning through an alcoholic haze. "Youmean wife-swapping!" he almost shouted. "Oh, that's no use. You'd need to gether involved, and that's too complicated. Simple, anonymous sex is what wewant; no names, no personal details exchanged, that's the best."

Harry shook his head sadly, " I thought you were listening, lad. But you'venot heard a word. I'm telling you that there's a way to get all the cunt youwant and you go off dreaming again. Look, if you want to receive then you haveto give a little. And you'll get plenty if you can persuade your wife to playball; most women will, you know. They love to be the subject of a strangers'lust. And, remember; an excited, nervous woman who may or may not be willing,is infinitely more interesting than any paid slack-eyed whore" Suddenly Harrystood up and moved as if to leave. He reached into an inside pocket and pulledout a business card. "Give me a ring, and we'll talk again," he said, "goodbye." Andwith that he walked directly out of the club.

After the man left, Mark watched some more dancing but now he saw how dis-interestedthe girls were. Their expressions were fixed in smiles but their tired eyesrevealed the lies. Feeling strangely dissatisfied he had gone home, leavingthe other men to it.

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"So how do I have to dress?" she asked. "I suppose something kinky, sussies,or rubber gear or something?"

"No, Harry says to wear whatever we like, whatever we think is sexy."

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Mark had called Harry shortly after their first meeting in the club. Theyhad had regular meetings in the evenings after work since then. Harry had invitedMark to join the "little swingers gang" that he had been organising for a coupleof years now.

"But you'll have to bring your own little woman; no free rides. So get onwith talking her into it. And of course, I'll need to see a couple of photosof her; Jill isn't it? No offence meant, but the high quality of the grouphas to be maintained."

Mark had taken his time with Jill, broaching the subject of swinging inroundabout ways. They had even acted out fantasies in the bedroom of Jill beingtaken by a stranger; sometimes she was "raped", others consenting to be sharedwith another man.

Eventually it had been Jill who had suggested they try swinging. Mark hadfelt a bit hurt, even though it was his idea. He told Jill that he didn't thinkthey should get into a regular thing with some other couple. That seemed sortof sordid. No, lets see if we can find a "scene" which will be so differentthat we will only need to join it occasionally; giving us something to lookforward to. That is, if we decide to do it more than once.

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It was another evening met in a pub. Harry bought the beers. "So. Have youdecided to join us or what?" he asked.

"Yes. But there's just one or two things I need to get straight," mutteredmark. "You see, what about Jill? I mean, will she find herself with some uglyold git whose going to turn her right off? If that happens she wont give usanother opportunity to swap again!" Harry smiled, "Don't worry, lad. She'llbe all right. The men are all reasonably good-looking, if not all Hugh Grants!" Hechuckled at his little joke.

"So. Have you made a decision? If you've brought a couple of photos, I willbe able to tell you if you can join us."

Mark brought out the half dozen pictures of Jill he had taken over the pastcouple of years. Jill in a bikini on holiday. Jill at a party wearing a poshfrock. Jill gardening in jeans. Harry looked them over with approval. "Verynice, lad." He smiled, "she'll do nicely"

The two men then talked about the details; time and place, Jill's' clothes,protocol.

"Protocol?" asked Mark.

"Oh yes, lad. There's things to remember to do, and not do." He told Markhow he must not interfere in the proceedings once they had begun. They wereboth expected to abide by the rules of the club and they must not dispute withthe bidders.

"Even if you don't like the winner or the choice of women you are left withyou must say nothing. And." Here his voice became more urgent with a firm authorityMark hadn't noticed before. "And you must not try to prevent your wife beingled away by her buyer. You'd be surprised how many men suddenly lose theirnerve when they see her go with another man. Neither of you will be allowedto change your minds".

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"So. It's all arranged, is it?" Jill asked, a bit sniffilly.

"Only if you are in agreement," answered Mark.

"I don't have to stand naked, do I?"

"No, just wearing whatever you feel happy in," said Mark, who in truth washoping she would allow herself to be displayed completely nude. He had hadto explain to Harry that she would not participate unless that was clearlyunderstood. Harry had accepted her condition reluctantly. He had been hopingthe couple would be a little more submissive but he didn't want to risk losingtheir involvement. Harry had followed Jill secretly a couple of times as shehad come into town to work or shop and had decided that she was a very good-lookingwoman. She would do very nicely.

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They decided that Jill would wear simple, rather conservative clothes. Theywent out shopping for a blue pleated skirt, tiny white panties, a white blouse,and high heeled pumps with ankle straps; she would go bra-less.

The auction was planned for the following Tuesday evening. Their nervousnessgrew with every passing hour.

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During the late afternoon of Tuesday, Harry phoned to check that they werestill on. Mark assured him that they would be there.

Jill took a long slow bath and washed her blonde hair. Mark watched herdry herself and then put on a little make-up, his heart beginning to beat morequickly. When she was dressed and ready she looked so beautiful he almost changedhis mind and wanted to have sex with her there and then and to hell with theauction.

"No Mark, you know Harry's rule; we can't have sex during the day before!" Markknew the rule but felt hurt that his wife was so keen to abide by it.

Mark drove to the motel, a journey of about an hour. The tension in thecar was almost measurable. They hardly spoke. When they arrived, a sign read, "novacancies". A dozen or so cars were already parked. The place looked respectable,it was fairly new and was well maintained. They parked outside cabin 32 andwent inside. There was no need to book in; Harry had sent the key through thepost. Still unspeaking, Jill tidied her make-up and they had a drink from afree mini-bar in the corner of the room.

After they had waited nervously for twenty minutes, the phone rang, makingthem both jump. It was Harry. They were to come to the office. "Remember, Mark;you must not come in, you will go directly to the cabaret room!"

They walked together to the office. At the door they kissed and Jill wentinside. Mark stood for a moment and then, with a sense of loss, walked to thelarge building at the end of the car park.

A smirking doorman/bouncer let him in. His eyes slowly became accustomedto the gloom and he saw Harry approaching. "Mark, good to see you!" he boomed,shaking hands. He led Mark through a smoky, rather tatty cabaret room to apolished glass topped bar.

"Have a drink." As Mark sipped at a single malt he looked around the room.He mentioned to Harry that there seemed to be a large number of men present,perhaps fifteen or twenty of them.

"I didn't expect so many unaccompanied men", said Mark, feeling increasinglyuneasy.

"The more the merrier, eh?" Harry grinned and slapped him on the shoulder.

At that moment spotlights illuminated the small raised stage and a femalestripper came on. She was very pretty but the audience didn't seem to be veryinterested, Mark had the feeling they were paying him more attention. Wheneverhe looked away from Harry he felt surreptitious eyes turning away from him.

At that moment the phone on the bar rang and Harry answered it. As he spokehe looked directly at Marks face. "Yeh it's me. All ready? Is she being good?Oh dear did she? Did you? Good, good. Right then, let's get her on." He putthe phone down and spoke to Mark, "Now then lad", said Harry, in his "downto business" tone. "It's just about time for the proceedings to begin. We'llgo and sit down in a moment. Just let me tell you about a slight change inthe programme. We often insert a theme to make things more interesting, andtonight the theme is bondage. I'm glad to say Jill seems to be very enthusiastic! "

"Jill?" exclaimed Mark. "What do you mean?"

"She's a very talented girl, lad. Now go and sit down with my two friendshere while I get things started." As Harry turned away, Mark tried to followbut was blocked by two muscular men who guided him to a table and then satdown on each side of him.

On the stage, the stripper cut short her gyrations as Harry approached witha microphone in his hand.

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When Jill entered the reception office she was met by a shy looking youngman in his early twenties. "Hello, you must be Jill", he said. Jill just nodded,she felt even more nervous with this young man who must have known why shewas here. The young man came from behind the desk, " I just have to check youout; sort of see that you are suitably dressed, okay?"

"What!" she exclaimed, because he was already lifting her skirt. "Get offme, you little shit!" Without a pause the man slapped her hard across the face,stunning her; no one had ever hit her in her whole life! As her head reeledhe pushed her face down across the desk and pulled her arms behind her. Hetied her thumbs together, using a noose of thin cord, which must have beenprepared earlier because it took only a moment to render her helpless. Keepingher face pressed onto the melamine surface with one hand he used the otherto pull her skirt up over her bottom. She felt her panties being tugged downto her knees, and then, after being aware of him fumbling around for something,felt the most awful burning pain across the cheeks of her bottom. He pulledher upright again and she saw he was holding a very thin cane, the sort thatschool teachers once used to punish naughty children. The pain it had causedto her was incredible! "Now then, just stand there for a moment," he ordered.As she stood, he crouched down and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "Stepout of them!" he stammered. Jill obeyed; she didn't want another taste of thatcane.

"You certainly are a stupid sort of a cunt," he explained, "You've justchanged the nature of the game. You only had to do as you were told but youfailed the test. And now, well like I said, it's a new game."

He picked up the phone and dialled, "It's Simon. She's all ready. No, shepoint-blank refused, so I've given her a stroke of Mister Cane and she's feelinga lot better. Okay, on our way." Putting down the phone he reached into a deskdrawer and brought out an object. Forcing her jaws open by squeezing both sidesof her jawbone inwards, he pushed it into her mouth. It was a plastic ball-gag,hollow and with holes all around its wall. He strapped it in place by a leatherstrap, which buckled at the back of her head. Jill could breathe okay, butthe helpless feeling of being a non-person it engendered was indescribable.

"Okay cunt, follow me!" he ordered, and without checking to see if she wasobeying him he walked to a door at the rear of the room. Jill followed himlike the muzzled bitch puppy she had become.

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"Testing, testing!" yelled Harry into the microphone, tapping it with hisfinger to make sure it was working. "Friends, welcome to my place. I hope you'veall enjoyed the show so far," murmurs of concurrence answered him, "good, good.Well, to finish off the evening we have a guest performer. She's a lovely littlelady by the name of Jill." Mark stirred at hearing his wife's name, as if toprotest, but one of his unknown companions touched his arm and gave a slowshake of his head, and he kept quiet.

"Now then," continued Harry, "Jill was originally a volunteer for tonightbut sadly, or not, as how you see it, she declined to play the game duringthe initial part of the procedure and is now the principal performer in ourbondage theme show. We may thank her husband, Mark for her presence here tonight.Gentlemen, I give you Jill."

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She followed the man through the door and down a short corridor, passinga large kitchen where cooks were preparing hot spicy food. One Asian lookingman watched as she passed the open door. When he reached the end door the manopened it and gestured for her to go through first. It was darker and Jillcould hear an amplified voice booming out. She was shocked to hear her nameannounced and a hand pushed her forward through a curtain and she was on asmall stage, under hot bright spotlights! She had to squint through her eyelidsto see. A large man in a suit was grinning at her and applause from an unseenaudience was greeting her appearance.

Simon prodded her forward with the tip of his cane until she was standingin the centre of the raised platform. He came and stood beside her and usedthe cane to raise her skirt a couple of inches to reveal her pubic mound. Hemade her turn around and did the same again, to show her naked bottom and thenwalked off the stage.

Jill waited with trepidation and fear wondering what was to happen to her.

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Mark watched with a mixture of apprehension and excited anticipation ashis lovely wife stood waiting with fear across her face. Around him the mensniggered and made obscene comments about her.

When the sounds suddenly sank to a murmur both he and his wife looked aroundto see the reason. A huge man, fat and naked was approaching her from behind.Mark gasped and almost called out to her. The man's cock was circumcised andpartly erect.

Jill suddenly became aware of a presence behind her and tried to turn tosee him properly but the man grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her headback sharply. She was pulled back against his chest and his other arm camearound her and he tore her blouse open, revealing her firm, pointy breasts.Immediately, his hand dropped to the waistband of her skirt and tugged at ituntil the fastener broke and the skirt was allowed to slide down her legs tothe floor. He dragged her away from the remains of her clothes. Now he removedthe gag. Jill had a thousand things she wanted to scream at these awful people,she wanted to tell them how humiliated she felt, and that they had no rightto use her as a fuck-piece. But now she could speak she kept quiet, afraidof their anger.

The man grabbed the woman's bush of pubic hair and dragged her off the stage,parading her between the tables so the audience could get a close-up look ather. She cried with pain as he led her along, her hips thrust out before her.As she passed Mark's table she saw him and glared at him. She tried to speakbut the words wouldn't come.

One of Mark's guards squeezed the cheek of her bottom and then smirked athim as if to say, "what are you going to do about it?" Mark wanted to sinkdown in his seat, to become invisible.

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The fat man took her back to the small stage where he sat her on a table,facing forward. She looked sad and pathetic as she waited while he made somesort of preparations. The man was pulling down an apparatus, which loweredfrom the ceiling and consisted of two ropes with leather straps on the ends.When the straps were close enough, the man took her ankles and pulled her legsup so she fell onto her back. While he buckled a strap to each ankle, his flabbybody kept brushing against her as he moved about, revolting her. Occasionallyhis ugly cock came close to her face and she knew that soon she was going tohave to suck it, the thought alone made her retch.

And then, her ankles were being pulled upwards, her legs straightening aboveher. When her bottom began to lift, the man helped her up by supporting, firmlybut surprisingly gently, her neck and shoulders in his big hands. She beganto panic; she was being hoisted upside down into the air! She began to struggle,wriggling violently to try to get free. "Behave, cunt!" snapped the man, buthe didn't hit her because a moment later she was swinging by her ankles.

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This was all going horribly wrong, thought Mark as he saw his wife swing;this wasn't what he had had in mind!

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The man climbed up onto the table and Jill's position and height was adjusteduntil her head was level with his hips. Jill's struggles subsided as she dangledfacing the man's fat cock, which was becoming harder. She could see a beadof cum seeping from its' evil-looking slit. The man gave her bottom a hardslap to swing her body around a few degrees. He came close to her and put onearm around her waist and lifted her a few inches. This allowed her knees tobend a little and she felt him touch her vagina with his free hand. She gaspedas he parted her lips and then pressed his mouth to them, pushing his tonguedeep into her.

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In the audience Mark heard her moan as the man sucked and lapped at hiswife's pussy.

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Jill felt herself moisten with juice as the man gave her the cunt-lick ofher life! She pushed herself up against his mouth, squirmed her groin aroundto obtain even more pleasure; her knees were now completely bent, resting onhis shoulders, her thighs pressing against his ears! She almost felt sorrywhen, a moment later, he took his mouth away. From her awkward position shecould see he had turned partly away from her. She was aware that the audiencehad become quiet again, waiting.

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Marks emotions were on a roller-coaster! He was excited by the sight ofhis wife in such intimate contact with the stranger, but was dismayed and shockedby her obvious enjoyment of the mans handling of her. What was he doing now?

The naked man was reaching behind his back to where an Asian man in kitchenworkers uniform was passing an object to him.

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From her inverted position, Jill saw the man take something in his hand.She heard the audience sniggering, someone shouted but she didn't catch thewords. Then the man waved something in front of her face. It was a wooden peppergrinder, the sort that waiters twist over your dinner; it was as thick as amans wrist and about two feet long. For a moment she was puzzled; what washe doing with that? Then, as realisation hit her, the audience guffawed asthe look of horror spread over her lovely face.

"Oh no!" She cried, please don't do that to me!" Jill had never had childrenand knew that her vagina was not as large and accommodating as some women'swere.

The man still held her around the waist; with his free hand he pressed therounded, bulbous top of the grinder into the juices around her pussy.

"Oh, oh, aargh!" she gasped, as the grinder was forced between the lipsof her cunt, it was too thick, much wider than a mans penis! The man twistedit in the creamy fluid and her lips parted obediently, allowing the wide objectinto the opening. She tried to pull away from it but the man held her waistfirmly and the awful intruder squeezed four inches into her body.

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Unseen by the hanging woman, two men came with a spreader bar, which wasfitted between the two ropes about six feet up from her ankles. Now Jill wasgently lowered until her weight was again taken by her ankles, but now herlegs were kept wide apart by the spreader. The pain in her crotch was awfuland she tried to relieve it by arching her back and pushing out with her cuntmuscles.

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Mark was surprised at how beautiful his wife looked; hanging with her backcurved, her hair hanging down and her shapely legs making a vee in the air.Her muscles all stood out through her skin, which glistened with sweat. Herbeautiful breasts pointed outwards, bobbing gently. The pepper grinder lookedshocking, protruding from her crotch. The grinning man, turned back to Jill.

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Jill groaned as the man took hold of the grinder and began to twist andpush it deeper into her. She tried to relax her vaginal walls and let it comeinto her more easily; soon only a few inches were left sticking out.

The man stood to one side and swung her on her ropes, letting the spectatorssee her properly. She was getting used to the awful fullness, just gettingher breath back, when he took hold of her clit. Her stubby clit had been trappedbetween the grinder and her vaginal wall and the tip was just showing. He grippedit with his finger and thumb and pulled it out. "Owwwhhh!" He stretched itout. Jill began to turn as he rolled her clit in his fingers, first to theright and then the left. He kept acting on the stretched clit and she keptturning with it, a half turn each way. The mans cock was sticking out at her,very hard now and curving wickedly. As the man rolled her clit she continuedto turn on her ropes and the leaking tip of the cock pressed against her faceleaving a trail of slimy precum on her skin.

The man was causing the rolling to increase in speed and Jill was becomingdizzy. If only he would stop making her turn! But he didn't; it kept on, makingher feel worse. She had to stop herself turning! The next time the slimy fatcock slid across her face, Jill opened her mouth and sucked in the horrid purplething. With her teeth she managed to grip it firmly behind its bulbous head.The twisting stopped. Jill held on to the growing penis as hard as she could,sucking when her teeth could not keep up their grip.

The man began to suck on her clit, driving her mad. Again she began to squirm,pushing her cunt at him. She sucked greedily on the cock in her mouth, mumblingsounds of pleasure.

Jill no longer heard the audiences' cheers and insults. She was aware justof her need to cum. The man sucked and nibbled at her clit, occasionally twistingthe pepper pot gently in and out of her stretched hole.

Sweat was pouring down her body, stinging her eyes. The wet bristly hairsof the mans balls hanging in front, scratched her eyes, making things worse.

The situation was so strange, so totally different to anything she had everexperienced that her emotions were becoming totally mixed together. The intruderin her cunt, the sucking on her clit, the cock in her mouth all combined withthe knowledge that to her captors she was just a stupid arsehole of a bitch;all these worked on her psyche turning her into a mass of perverted desire!A hot rush began to pass through her from her feet, rushing down to her head.She arched her back, thrusting her cunt at him as far as she could, while atthe same time sucking even harder at the evil tasting cock. Jill's body shookall over as her orgasm hit her like a train! She couldn't breath but she didn'tcare; she just wanted to keep the beautiful, choking penis in her mouth. Suddenlythe man shoved harder than ever before, she felt something in her throat open,the cock head throbbed and hot jizz gushed down her gullet. She couldn't swallow;her epiglottis was held firmly open by the fat knob, but she didn't need to;the hot cum gushed straight down into her belly.

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Mark watched in horrified fascination as his wife, cheered and jeered onby the audience, turned red in the face, almost asphyxiated by the cock downher throat and began to shake convulsively. Someone nearby said that it hadbeen a while since he had watched a bitch get choked to death by dick. Theywouldn't kill her, would they?

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Jill also thought she was going to die, waves of blackness washed over her.Her head pounded. And then the choking cock was pulled free. Jill drew in alungful of air and then was hit by a fit of retching; scummy vomit came gushingup out of her mouth, squirting out of her nostrils. The naked woman writhedand twisted in the air, gasping and spluttering until she was able to breatheagain. The audience cheered and applauded.

When the man stood away from her she heard someone shout, "look at the teethmarks that bitch put in his cock!" It was true: the bloated prick looked likea dog had chewed it.

She was now left alone as the man went away, probably to bandage his dick,thought Jill.

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There was now a lull, and the houselights were turned on. Jill was lefthanging, ignored, while people went to the bar for drinks. Mark consideredgoing to her but thought he'd better not.

She wanted to be released and began to plead, "Please let me down! Please,I'm in pain, help me!" She still had the pepper pot embedded in her cunt. Shetried to eject it with her vaginal muscles but it was too well fixed. Somepassers-by sniggered; one slapped her bottom hard, sending her swinging again.Another man gave the pepper pot a shove, making her moan. "Cock-sucking whore," hesnarled.

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Jill dangled in her misery for fifteen minutes, until most of the spectatorshad returned to their seats. She was alarmed to see the master of ceremoniesreturn to the small stage.

"Friends, " he called into the microphone. "You have seen our young ladyin action, she really took a beating there, didn't she? But she's a good sport,not many of our guests could stand that sort of treatment. Well, now that you'veseen her in action, it's time to offer some of you the opportunity to finishoff her performance." With that, he grasped the visible portion of the pepperpot and with some difficulty he pulled and twisted it free. It emerged withan audible squelch.

Holding it out to the side, as if it was repulsing him, he called, " Simon,the appliance."

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From somewhere to the side, the young man who had caned her came into viewwith a whip, a cat-o-nine tails! Harry gave him the pepper pot and took fromhim the multi-flailed leather whip.

"Gentlemen, let us now start the bidding for the honour of giving this bitcha bloody good thrashing".

End of part one.