On the Auction Block (13 page)

It took little more than half an hour for
Flame’s ass to be filled with the cum of six different men. There
had hardly been a break between violations and her back was aching
from having to remain bent over. Her asshole, gaping and slick from
the lube and cum, burned from the pounding that it had
received.

Sapphire was still sucking cock – it took
longer for her to get a man off, especially if he had already come
in Flame’s ass – and she had one man waiting in line. Her knees had
to be aching but her jaw must have been hurting worse. A half hour
is a long time to keep your mouth stretched wide open. Yet she
didn’t dare let her teeth graze even the largest cock that was
shoved down her throat for fear of punishment.

The evening was still young. The
entertainment had only been underway for a little more than an
hour. The gentlemen wouldn’t consider returning to their wives for
another two hours, at least.

Though Sapphire had cleaned Grenfeld with her
mouth, he been fresh from buggering Flame and had not been erect.
Now, he was rampant and ready to go again.

He grabbed Flame by her hair with both hands
and pulled her off the mattress. “You aren’t going to lay about
when you’ve got a man ready for you.” He pushed her to her knees
and pulled her head into his crotch. “Get to work, you lazy
bitch!”

She grabbed his cock at the base with both
hands and lowered her mouth over his purple head.

“I don’t think so,” Grenfeld roared. He
addressed one of the men who were standing, watching. “Get those
cuffs and secure her hands behind her back.” A shelf by the door
was piled high with useful items, including several pairs of
handcuffs.

In a few seconds, rough hands pulled Flame’s
arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together.

“Okay, cunt-eater, let’s see how good you are
with lips and tongue alone,” Grenfeld said. “I’ve always suspected
that a lady has a lot more talent than she shares with her husband.
Now you give me a good time or you’ll regret that you ever sold
yourself.”

Flame began licking and sucking in earnest.
Lacking the use of her hands, she had to work her mouth with all
the skill that she’d acquired from her kennelman’s tutelage.

Grenfeld had little patience for skill and
finesse. He still had both hands wrapped in Flame’s hair. After
watching her work desperately on him for a couple of minutes, he
began jerking her head and thrusting himself as far down her throat
as he could.

She gagged when his cock hit the back of her
throat and then choked as it cut off her air. All concern for
sucking and licking was gone. She needed to concentrate only on
keeping her mouth open as wide as possible to make sure that she
didn’t bite him and on sucking as much air into her lungs as
possible every time he withdrew an inch before slamming back into
her.

Her instinctive reaction to her distress was
to try to use her hands to defend herself. Logic told her that it
was a useless effort, but her ancient animal brain didn’t care.
Throughout the ordeal, her wrists thrashed reflexively in her
handcuffs, leaving bruises that would last for days.

The mood in the room had shifted subtly. The
basics were over. Every man who wanted relief had come twice
already. Now they needed more imaginative challenges to stimulate
their interest.

Sapphire knew that if the slaves didn’t
supply the imagination, the gentlemen would. And the slaves
wouldn’t like some of the things that the gentlemen dreamed up.

When Grenfeld came, he roared.

Flame was almost unconscious from
suffocation. She swallowed frantically, needing to clear the thick
gobs from her throat so that she could breath again. She heard
Grenfeld shout, “That, gentlemen, is how you skullfuck a lady
properly. Who’s next?”

Sir Anthony stepped forward, his cock
rampant.

Flame was still gasping for air. Her lips had
a bluish tinge. She didn’t think that she could survive further
suffocation.

Sapphire had finished with her last man and
came to her rescue. She swayed around the table and said, in a soft
voice, “If one is good, two will be better. We have a real treat
for you, sir.”

She sank to her knees facing Flame.

“Let us feast on your delicious cock.”

She grabbed him by the shaft and guided him
between their mouths. Then she released him and clasped her own
hands behind her back in a parody of Flame’s bound hands.

She wrapped her lips around the side of his
shaft.

Though a fog of anoxia, Flame perceived the
game and wrapped her lips around the other side so that her lips
were touching Sapphire’s. The two slaves were kissing each other
with the tips of their lips, the man’s cock sharing their mouth in
between.

Sapphire began slowly moving toward the head
of his cock, using her tongue to lubricate her passage.

Flame’s mind was barely clear enough to see
what Sapphire was doing and follow her lead so that both mouths
were sliding along the length of his shaft in unison, leaving a
slimy trail behind, always maintaining their kiss.

As she began to recover her air and her head
began to clear, she was better able to synchronize her movements
with Sapphire’s.

They kept navigating the length of Anthony’s
shaft from root to head and back until he was moaning in
delight.

The next time they reached his head, Sapphire
kept going until both mouths were free of his cock. She pulled away
and, with her eyes, gestured to the purple dome.

Flame understood and moved to take him into
her mouth.

When the head of his cock was full into
Flame’s mouth, Sapphire used her tongue to lick the joint between
him and Flame’s lips. She bent her head over to reach the far side
and then craned her neck underneath to lick the bottom. Repeating
those maneuvers, over and over, she kept him stimulated further
down his shaft than Flame could reach by penetration alone.

After a minute, he began thrusting
reflexively.

Sapphire knocked her face against Flame’s
cheek, signaling her to release him.

Sapphire and Flame reversed positions,
Sapphire taking Anthony in her mouth while Flame licked his
shaft.

Sapphire was expert at not letting a man come
to climax. When he became too excited, she released the head of his
cock and she and Flame returned to their kiss around his shaft,
working it from head to root.

When he began to relax, she took his head
into her mouth again and began working on it anew.

She stretched Antony’s exquisite frustration
out for minute after minute.

With both slaves working on one man, there
was no one slave available for the others to use. They didn’t mind.
Some of the men watched the waltz of the two mouths in fascination.
Others drifted away to sip brandy and chat with each other.

When Sapphire finally allowed Anthony his
relief, she did not swallow his cum but stuck her tongue out and
presented it to the watching gentlemen as a creamy white ball on
the tip.

She took her hands from behind her back and
gently parted Flame’s lips.

Flame didn’t want to accept the gift but had
no choice. She was going to receive it whether she wanted to or
not. It was better that she do so with good grace.

She opened her mouth and extended her
tongue.

Sapphire delicately dropped the gob of
Anthony’s cum onto it.

Flame kept her tongue extended for a few
seconds to ensure that every man who was still watching saw it.
Then she delicately closed her mouth and swallowed. Her white
throat bobbed.

“Gentlemen,” Sapphire said softly, “that is
the fine art of sucking cock.”

Then she put her arms about Flame and kissed
her long and deep, tongue thrust far into her mouth and breasts
pressed tight against each other.

Even Grenfeld knew better than to break the
mood at that moment.

But he was not to leave Flame alone for long.
As soon as Sapphire and Flame stood up again, he took Flame by the
arm and crudely pulled her against his body.

“Somebody uncuff the lady,” he said. “It’s
time I did her proper.”

Someone, one of Dodge’s friends, a man whose
name Flame never learned, hastened to the shelf to retrieve the
handcuff key.

When her hands were freed, Grenfeld said,
“That’s no clothes for a lady. Strip them off.”

The only clothes that Flame was wearing were
the red garter belt and stockings.

When she was completely naked, he asked,
softly, “Will you dance with me, now, my lady?”

“With pleasure,” she replied.

“Only if you’re not too tired, of
course.”

In her previous life, that had been her
excuse for refusing the second dance with him at the Autumn
Solstice Ball – that she had been too tired. He had remembered that
detail.

Now, she was exhausted, but could only say,
“I’m not tired at all, sir. You infuse me with new energy.” A slave
was never too tired to perform. Not unless she wanted to be revived
by a brisk whipping.

“Good. You’re going to need it.”

Her heart sank. After all she had endured,
she still had a long evening ahead.

“Dodge, some music, please,” Grenfeld
said.

Dodge turned a dial on the wall and the soft
background music swelled to fill the room.

They danced.

The liberties that Grenfeld had taken with
her when she was a lady at the ball were nothing compared to what
he did when she was a naked slave waltzing in his arms.

He held her so tightly that she could barely
breathe, dug his fingers into her cunt and ass, mauled her breasts
mercilessly, and thrust his tongue as far into her mouth as he
could reach.

And all the time, whispered into her ear, the
compliments of a perfect gentleman. “You dance like you were born
for this. … You’re so light on your feet. You must tell me your
secret diet. … Your dress suits you perfectly. … Your husband is
such a lucky man. … I hope that you’ve been enjoying the service
tonight. … The party’s far from over yet. … I’m sure that you’ll be
offered many more delicious flavors this evening. “

Though her breasts ached when he squeezed
them in an iron grip, her nipples burned when he twisted them, and
her cunt lips screamed in agony when he pinched them with his
fingernails, she forced herself to smile and answer softly, “Thank
you, sir. … You’re so kind. … It’s so nice to dance with a true
gentleman.”

He stopped dancing. “I am a gentleman.” He
altered his grip so that he was holding her gently and kissed her
tenderly, mouth relaxed, lips opened only slightly. He held his
tongue in abeyance. It was a lover’s kiss. “I would be honored if
you called me by my name. My name is James.”

Flame was startled. The Baronet’s first name
was William. The only
James
that she knew was her husband.
She didn’t know how to respond and said nothing.

“Say it,” Grenfeld said. “Say, ‘I love you,
James.’”

She pressed her face into his shoulder.
“Please. I’m begging you. Don’t.”

“Say it or I’ll have Dodge cane you bloody.
You’ll envy Sapphire that her scarring is so light compared to the
disfigurement that’ll cloak your back.”

Grenfeld had only refrained from having her
caned already because his sense of decorum was too deeply
ingrained. But if a slave refused a direct order to engage in
simple role-playing, to refuse something as simple as calling a
gentleman by another name, there would be no limit to the
punishment that he could request.

And Dodge would do it. He would cane her
bloody if Grenfeld told him to. To ingratiate himself with the
aristocracy, he wouldn’t hesitate to destroy his hundred-thousand
plaq slave.

She didn’t know if Grenfeld would prefer that
she obey or not. He might enjoy seeing her back cut to ribbons even
more than he would enjoy humiliating her by reminding her of her
past.

“I won’t ask again. Say, ‘James,’ now or have
your back flayed to the bone.” Grenfeld’s voice was velvet over
steel.

“James,” she whispered.

“Say that you love me.”

Her will was broken. “I love you.”

“James.”

“James.” Grenfeld had finally found what he
had been looking for: the hammer that he could use to crush her
will. “I love you, James.” She said it like she meant it.

He kissed her again, long and deeply and
gently. “Come, my darling. Let us share the sweet love of a lady
and her husband in their marital bed.”

Grenfeld led her up the steps to the
mattress. She knew what was coming. He was going to show her what
she had forgone when she sold herself. What she would have had if
James had been an attentive husband; what was now beyond all hope
of regaining.

He coaxed Flame onto her back and kissed her
with warm soft lips. He stroked the hair away from her head. “You
are beautiful, Irene. I’m so lucky to be married to you. I love you
with all my heart.”

The other gentlemen were watching. They
snickered softly. Anthony said, “Tell your husband how much you
love him, Irene.”

“I love you,” she said.

Grenfeld looked into her eyes. “No need to
say the words, darling. I can feel your love in my heart.” He
kissed her again.

To her shame, tears were flowing down her
face and soaking into her hair. She should have chosen the caning.
It would have been less painful than this reminder of the life that
she’d thrown away.

Sapphire spoke up. “Gentlemen, I’m feeling
ignored.” She turned, grabbed the arms of an easy chair, bent over,
and spread her legs. “I have two hot, juicy holes waiting for your
pleasure. You’ve been ignoring them all night. Fuck one or the
other or both. Gentleman’s choice. I’m horny as hell and I’m
begging you to plug me good.”

Grenfeld was performing only for Flame’s
benefit. The show held little interest for the spectators. The men
shuffled away to cluster around Sapphire. A line formed behind
her.