William led Carol into the building, the collar at her throat attached by a sleek leather leash to his hand. They checked their coats, leaving him in dark denim jeans and a black shirt open at the neck. Carol stood a step behind him, completely naked yet fully dressed.
She wore his collar and nothing else.
He led her into the main room, where a collection of chairs was set up in front of a small stage. Several men milled about, chatting. Some of them had women and men with them, most kneeling at their feet, in various outfits. William strode across the room, tugging Carol after him. Their destination: backstage.
As Carol walked through the open door to the backstage area, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end and goose pimples covered her from head to toe. Her nipples puckered, and a strangled gasp escaped her open mouth.
William glanced back at her, a smile playing upon his lips.
He knew this would excite her and it pleased him to watch her reaction.
The room was alive with human flesh.
The slaves stood, wrists tethered to hooks high above their heads and spread ankles attached to bolts on the floor. Men and women of all ages, races and sizes were presented to those looking to buy.
Potential buyers ran appraising hands over the slaves, fingers checked suitability of orifices and pinched nipples to elicit responses from them. Whimpers and soft cries of mingled pleasure and pain flitted around the room. Hushed tones and barked orders collided and enveloped those who entered. But it was the smell, the heightened sexual desire of both slave and buyer mixed with burning shame and sweat, that caused Carol’s legs to falter.
William was beside her, arm steadying her before she could slip to the floor.
“Imagine how much greater impact this room will have on you the day you are up there,” he growled in her ear as he pulled her closer to him.
His hand stroked her skin, coming to rest on the full cheek of her ass. Her pupils were dilated, and he could see the way her quickened pulse fluttered underneath the tender flesh of her throat.
William stepped back from her and turned to face the room.
“This is your reward. Pick a slave.”
Carol staggered after him, drawing strength from his directive.
They passed a young man, head downcast but a smile on his face as a potential buyer groped his cock to get him aroused and check his performance. Carol glanced at William, but he shook his head.
“A female. As we agreed.”
Carol noticed a woman across the room, her mocha skin drawing her eye. Carol wandered towards her, William staying close beside her. The pair rounded the restrained slave and Carol could not contain the soft intake of breath when she saw the woman’s large chocolate nipples. Her stomach fluttered, and she chewed on her bottom lip.
William cupped one of the slave’s breasts. They felt heavy in his hand, warm and tempting. But the woman glared at him, her body rigid to his touch.
“No,” he said and pulled Carol away. “Choose another.”
Carol glanced around the room, her eyes skipping from breasts to cocks and pussies. She rarely looked at the slaves’ faces, and she flushed as she realised that she was thinking of them as livestock, not humans.
William pressed against her shoulder. “What were you just thinking?”
Carol gasped and dropped her gaze, the burn in her cheeks flaming hotter. William’s hand reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. One finger slipped between the lips.
“You’re wet. Tell me.”
Carol’s blush grew. “I realised I was not looking at their faces, Sir.”
“And why would that make you blush?” he asked, nipping her neck with his teeth.
Carol shivered. When Sir touched her like that her stomach flopped and her pussy liquified. She leant her head back on his shoulder and smiled.
“Why, little one?”
“They’re like livestock,” she whispered.
William hummed in her ear, slipping his finger into her pussy again. “And that turns you on?”
“I want you to say it.”
William’s finger pressed into her to his second knuckle and Carol moaned. “It turns me on, Sir.”
“What does?” he asked before nuzzling her neck again. His other hand groped one of her breasts and rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger.
“Thinking about being treated like livestock, on display for sale…it makes me so wet.” Carol wriggled her hips, hoping he would rub her clit.
William’s hands left her body and she opened her eyes.
She glanced around the room. Slaves and buyers alike were watching them. Carol lowered her gaze, her skin so flushed she thought she’d spontaneously combust.
William pressed behind her again, grabbed her hand and placed it on the hardening cock in his pants. “One day it’ll be your turn up there. But tonight you’re my filthy slut, and now they all know it.”
Carol squirmed her ass against his crotch, then straightened her spine and headed towards a red-headed slave. Sir seemed to always know what to say.
Another buyer was inspecting the red-headed slave when Carol arrived. The young man pulled his fingers from the slave’s pussy and let his eyes wander up Carol’s naked body, lingering on her breasts before glancing behind her at William.
The men shared a look and the younger man turned away and headed across the room to another slave.
The unmistakable scent of arousal floated in the warm air of the room. Carol could see the slave’s pussy was wet, the slick lips of her hairless cunt parting to show the darker pink hood of her clit. A small ring piercing glinted in the light.
“You may touch her,” William said as he stepped around the slave to check out her ass.
Carol leaned forward and noticed her hands were shaking.
She ran a trembling finger along the wet lips of the slave’s pussy.
The redhead threw her head back and moaned. William stepped beside Carol just as she brought her finger to her mouth to suck on it.
“Not this one, either.”
William led Carol around the room, looking for a suitable slave to bid on. Several other buyers in the room eyed Carol’s naked form, even while playing with the auction slaves. William fought the smile creeping onto his face. Every time another Dom appreciated Carol, her skin would flush pink and he’d bet her cunt would grow wetter with each one.
“Five minutes,” a booming voice yelled.
Carol startled and turned to look at William, her wide blue eyes flitting across his face. He smiled at her and continued their tour around the backstage area. Many of the other buyers left to filter into the auction room. Only a handful of people remained unrestrained in the backstage area, the stuffy warmth dissipating a little.
Sounds of soft pants of breath floated to Carol’s ears, and she turned to seek the source. She clenched her thighs together, that soft breathlessness heightening her arousal further than all the naked flesh had.
A buyer squatted between the legs of a brunette, his fingers thrusting into her cunt. His other hand held her hip so she couldn’t wriggle.
“Not a sound,” he grunted through clenched teeth.
The slave panted, her eyes wild and pale skin flushed. Carol stood transfixed, watching her breathe rapid intakes of air, her muscles tensed and shaking. The slave was close to orgasm and trying desperately to hold off.
The buyer rubbed her clit with a finger and the slave bucked against his hand. A small whimper stole from her lips and he pulled his fingers from her.
“Can’t even complete a simple task.” He stalked away, wiping his slick fingers on his jeans.
“Sir?” Carol whispered.
William stepped closer to the slave. Her head lolled to the side as she tried to steady her breathing. He cupped her breast and rolled a nipple between his thumb and finger. The slave slitted her eyes but remained still.
Carol dropped to her knees between the slave’s legs and ran a finger along the flushed lips of her cunt. She put the finger into her mouth and moaned.
William cocked his head and peered down at Carol between the slave’s legs. She had her head bent low, finger in her mouth. Her nipples hardened and her full breasts begged to be touched. He squeezed the slave’s ass cheeks and reached his hand between her legs to feel her pussy. His finger slipped inside of her easily. The slave sighed, and he smiled.
“Quick, mouth on her. You have one minute to make her cum.”
Carol startled, looking up at William.
Carol leaned in and licked the slick lips before her face. The slave and Carol shared a groan. William squatted beside Carol and watched how his sub ate the slave. He grabbed Carol’s knee and made her open her legs wide. He thrust his hand into his sub’s cunt and was rewarded with a whimper as she continued to lick and suck on the cunt in her face. His semi-hard cock was rigid in seconds.
The slave whimpered, and Carol felt her muscles contract and spasm. She leaned back and licked her lips.
“She came, Sir.”
“Good girl.” William tugged Carol to her feet. “We’d best get going.”
Carol stood on shaky legs, her pussy so wet she could feel the slickness on her thighs. She was sure everyone would notice how turned on she was, and she pulled back on the lead in William’s hand.
He turned to her. She stood with her eyes lowered.
“Please, Sir, everyone will see.” She nodded towards her legs.
William glanced down at her cunt and wet thighs, then lifted her face to his. “Yes. They will.”
He turned and tugged her behind him. She stumbled a few steps then righted herself. She picked up her pace and walked closer to William, trying to hide from the other people in the room.
William strode to a spare seat in the middle of the chairs set in front of the stage. He sat and waited for Carol to kneel at his feet. He let her settle for a moment before tugging her back up and onto his lap.
William turned Carol so she lay across his knees, her round ass in the air. He spread her legs and pushed a finger into her cunt. Carol whimpered and writhed on his lap.
“Sir—” she started, but his fingers went to work, and she groaned a moment later.
Carol peered up through the curtain of her dark hair. She could see other buyers watching William play with her, and she shuddered in a deep breath. The man seated next to William caught her eye and smiled, his hand grasping his cock through his open fly and stroking it as he watched William tease her.
Carol’s whole body flushed red.
“That’s a nice shade of pink,” the guy leaned over to say to William.
“Mmm…it is. Not as pretty as the result from a crop or cane, mind you, but it’ll do.”
William’s fingers worked their way into her cunt, three at once, fucking her hard. He pressed a finger to the tight ring of her anus, enjoying the way she squirmed on his lap. Rarely had her cunt been as wet as it was right now. He longed to make use of it, but the first slave was led onto the stage.
William slowed his ministrations on Carol’s prone body. He let her up from his lap.
Carol slithered from his lap and onto her knees on the floor between William’s legs. Her hands went to work opening the fly of his jeans and releasing his cock from his underwear. She shifted on her knees and took the head of him in her mouth.
Carol wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, the other cupped his balls. She took in almost half of his thick cock before she stroked up the length with her hand. She bent lower and took more of him into her mouth, relaxing her throat and steadying her breathing.
William’s hand rested on her head, gripped a fistful of locks.
He didn’t push, but the weight of his hand was a gentle reminder to take all she could of him.
Carol peered up at William as she continued to suck him. He was watching the auction. She felt her nipples pucker and a fresh wave of desire flooded her. She was peripherally aware of the sounds of the auction around her. The bidding was a messy cacophony of barked bids and the wail of slaves being put on show.
William watched the first few slaves being sold, Carol sucking him like he’d not fed her in weeks. He knew the last slave they’d seen would be a good fit for what he had in mind later. He’d do what he could to make sure he won her.
William gripped Carol’s hair and thrust his hips, pushing his cock to the back of her throat.
“Swallow,” he said as his balls released spurt after spurt of cum down her throat.
Carol swallowed all Sir gave her and licked his cock clean once he pulled himself from her mouth.
“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured.
William placed his hand on her head and felt her relax against his leg. He stroked her hair and watched as slave after slave was led onto the stage.
The male slave Carol had first suggested crawled out onto the stage behind the auctioneer. He led the slave by a leash that attached to nipple clamps. His naked body was shiny with perspiration from the lights, and his erect cock was on display and kept just so by a cock ring. The auction started and the crowd bid.
William glanced down at Carol between his legs. She had shifted so she could rest her head on his thigh, her arm wrapped around his leg. She sat cross-legged instead of kneeling.
He tugged the leash and she looked up at him.
“On my lap.”
Carol stood up and straddled William’s legs. He had her face the stage and let one hand fall to her pussy and the other toy with one of her breasts. He peered over her shoulder to the stage and bit the nape of her neck just below her collar.
“When she comes out, you will bid every time I flick your clit.”
Carol gasped and shivered despite the warmth of the room.
She was going to bid on their slave. A fluttering in her stomach made her close her eyes. Sir’s finger on her clit and his teeth at her neck made her open them again.
The brunette was led by nipple clamps onto the stage, her breasts hanging from her body in a way that Carol enjoyed watching. She gasped when Sir’s fingers pushed into her pussy again and arched her back against him.
“When you’re up there,” William said as he bit her neck, “I will enjoy watching the way your udders swing like that as they lead you around.”
“I’ll make sure the Dom who buys you is going to treat you like the whore you are.”
William’s fingers worked their way into her cunt, three again, slipping inside with ease given how wet and turned on she was.
“You may not cum until we have won her.”
“Yes, Sir,” Carol responded breathlessly.
The auctioneer introduced their slave and the bidding commenced.
William’s finger flicked her clit and Carol yelped before raising her hand to bid. She locked eyes with the slave on the stage.
The auctioneer counted her bid and she felt the warm wetness grow between her legs at the thought of just bidding on their slave.
Another buyer raised their hand and Carol felt Sir’s finger flick against her clit. She raised her hand again. The auctioneer counted her bid but turned immediately to another bidder.
William’s finger flicked her again and Carol shuddered when he pushed another finger into her.
The highest bid was hers. The auctioneer paused a beat then asked if there were any more bids. A couple of new hands raised.
William flicked Carol’s clit again, enjoying watching the mix of emotions on her face. His fingers were soaked. He kept an eye on the other bidders. There seemed to be two that also wanted the slave. A Domme wearing a flame red corset and fishnets sat at the front with two male submissives clad in leather. The other interested buyer was an older gentleman, well dressed and clean-shaven, sitting alone.
The older gentleman caught William’s eye and gave a barely perceptible nod. William smiled and nodded back.
The auctioneer had bandied the top bid between the other two bidders for a few moments, so William flicked Carol’s clit again. Her cunt squeezed his fingers and she arched her back.
She raised her hand.
William flicked her again a second later. He could feel her body shaking, the strain of keeping her pleasure under wraps beginning to show.
The bid changed again, so he pinched her clit.
“Please,” she whimpered.
William chuckled and let go of her clit, moving instead to squeeze her breast with his other hand. Carol moaned, drawing looks from buyers sitting nearby, yet she didn’t break eye contact with the slave on the stage.
The auctioneer peered around the room. Most of the other bidders had bowed out, but still the older gentleman raised his hand at the second to last call. William touched Carol’s clit again and a whine escaped her mouth through clenched teeth.
Her cunt was dripping, making a wet spot on his jeans, and he wasn’t sure how much more she could take. If he were honest, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take without burying himself into her. Her legs shook with the effort of keeping them apart, her back arched, and she mewled her protest whenever his hand went anywhere near her cunt. Her skin flushed, the delicate flesh of her neck mottled a delightful red, and a sheen of perspiration coated her breasts.
William flicked her clit again when the auctioneer counted the second final call and Carol threw her hand up, adorned with a groan. The older gentleman glanced back at William and nodded again.
The auctioneer called the third and final bid and finally, with a flourish of his hands, he pronounced the slave William’s.
William lifted Carol off his lap, pulled his fingers from her and with two quick movements, had his jeans down and his cock firmly in Carol’s slick cunt.
Carol howled at finally having her Sir’s cock inside of her.
She barely even registered the group of people sitting around them watching. She was so transfixed by the slave’s eyes on the stage and the feel of William inside of her that she could barely do more than breathe.
William grabbed Carol’s hair and pulled her against his chest.
“Cum now, slut.”
Carol did not need another invitation. She let the tension go and came hard on William’s cock. Small shudders of pleasure rippled through her, and her body nearly liquified in his grasp.
He pulled his still-hard cock from her and sat her on the seat.
He left her for a moment to collect her coat, returning to wrap her in it. She shivered and smiled warmly up at him, her eyes heavy with lust and spent sexual tension.
William strode to the stage and took the end of the leash. He tugged his new slave closer.
“Stand up and follow me.” He turned and walked. The slave rose to her feet and hurried after him so he didn’t pull the clamps from her nipples.
He returned to Carol and helped her to stand, placing an arm around her shoulder. He put the end of the leash into her hand and smiled. “Good girl.”
The trio walked out the door and into the waiting darkness of the parking lot.