12 comments/ 95132 views/ 31 favorites Joyce's Auction By: dweaver999 Joyce's thoughts returned, yet again, to the question, "How did I get myself into this? ." Her tall, lithe, body was stretched out between two pillars in a cage, arms and legs stretched in a classic spread eagle shape. No clothes covered her small, yet firm, breasts, nor any other part of her body. Her thick thatch of black pussy hair was glistening with moisture that gave witness to the lust and desire that was growing in her. The matching hair that hung from her head, down to her waist waved in the air as her body shifted position again and again. The blindfold covering her eyes left her clueless to the presence of the people ogling her and making comments about her appearance and the form hanging on the wall of the cage, just to the left of the doorway. In her mind's eye, she saw herself sitting in the parking lot of The Mephisto Club, her best friend, Nadine, sitting beside her. Joyce was nervous then, unsure if she really wanted to go through with this wild plan of hers. ***** "Oh God! It sounded a lot more fun when I talked about it a week ago," whispered Joyce. Nadine took her hand. "You don't have to, you know that. There'll be other times. You told me yourself that the club has their charity auction every four weeks." "Nadine, if I chicken out now, it'll be easier to not do it the next time. I want this, I really do. I've known about my cravings for being a sex slave ever since I was 15. After what happened three days ago, I think I like being a dominant too." "In that case, get your ass out of the car, Joyce. It's just first time jitters. I'll bet she's in there as well." "Do you think so?" "She's been there every auction, or so you told me. Why not today?" Nadine took her friend's hand and they faced each other. "Joyce, I don't fully understand this burning desire to be used as a sexual toy by who knows whom. But, I do understand that this is what you've wanted for a long time. Finally, you're not so afraid of what people think that you're ignoring your desires. Don't stop now." Joyce seemed to calm down at her friend's supportive words. "I know you're just telling what I already know. Will you stay until I'm done?" "Of course I will, I already promised you that." Nadine's voice showed no irritation at giving the reassurance yet again. The two ladies exited the car and walked into the club. The man in charge of taking cover charges asked the usual question. "Good evening ladies, are either of you planning on putting yourself up for auction? The proceeds go to charity. This month's beneficiary is the city's rape crisis network." "Uh, yes, I'll be selling myself," Joyce answered with a nervous quiver. "First time?" "Is it that obvious?" "Not to everyone, but I have been working the door on auction night for several years now. It's alright to be nervous or even scared. I can assure you that you'll be just fine, as long as you don't leave the premises." "Thanks. Where do I..." "Just inside and to the left, you'll find the sign up tables. Betty, the lady in the black latex cat suit, will be glad to help you." "Thanks." Nadine and Joyce paid their fees and were soon standing in front of a long table with two other people. Across from them, the afore mentioned lady was smiling and explaining to someone how the auction worked. Joyce had trouble concentrating on what was being said. She looked around, awed by the sheer numbers of people milling about. No matter how many times she came to auction night, the crowd always surprised her. She was vaguely aware of the background noises of arousal and pain. "Hi, can I help you?" Joyce turned around with a start. "Oh, sorry, I was..." "Nervous?" "Yeah, I guess so. I want to...I mean I'm going to...you know...Auction! I'm going to be auctioned." "That's great. I'm happy for you. Have you ever done the auction before?" "No, but I have watched it a few times." "I thought your face looked familiar. I've seen you around quite a bit. Let me explain the basics and then I'll walk you through the sign up form." Turning to one of the other people nearby, Betty asked, "Roger, will you take the desk, I'm going to help a first timer." "Sure thing, Betty." "Come this way." Once they were at a relatively quieter end of the table, Betty had Joyce take a seat and started her explanation. "What's going to happen is that you'll be displayed in a cage, bound, for a couple of hours. Then, you'll be taken on the stage and the auctioneer, that's Angela, will offer you to the crowd. She'll put on a very realistic performance, treating you like an object to be used for the pleasure of whoever wins. She'll try to match her approach to how you're responding. With me so far?" "Yeah. She won't whip me or anything, will she?" "Not unless you ask her to." "I see. So I can ask for something in particular?" "Of course, we get that a lot. Is there anything you'd like from her?" "I don't know. Maybe, maybe not." "Well, you have some time to decide. Now, the form is part questionnaire and part liability waiver. The waiver is a standard form used by clubs that offer sites for activities. We're not liable for things that go wrong between you and your dominant." "That sounds fair. What's the questionnaire for?" "You're telling bidders what you like and don't like in terms of play. You mark each type of play with a rating, from 1 to 6. A rating of 1 is, 'I love it, bring it on,' while a rating of 5 is, 'Don't even think about it.' A 6 is special, it means that you don't like the activity but are turned on by the idea of being forced into it." Joyce flipped through the form. "I had no idea that BDSM could be broken down in so many different ways. Wow! Does blood sports mean what I think it does?" "Yes, some people enjoy having blood drawn during a scene, either with a knife or by needles. People sometimes use other things, but we don't allow them on the premises." "I...I had no idea. Betty, how do you decide?" "You use what you've done in the past as a guide." "What if you've never..." "Ah, I see. You've never submitted before, have you?" "No." Joyce's voice was small. "Is that a problem?" "Not necessarily. It does mean that you have nothing but your fantasies to guide you in filling out the form. What sort of things have you fantasized about?" "I...," Joyce's face turned a deep red in embarrassment. It was one thing to tell someone you were close to that you've dreamed of being someone's sex slave, it was quite another to describe the intimate details of those fantasies to someone you met ten minutes ago. "I imagine I'm being forced to obey someone, a man. He'll demand things of me that I don't want to do and make me do or accept them." "That's good, we can work with that. What sort of things? Does he make you suck him off?" Joyce was speechless at. not just the straight forward question, but the nonchalant manner in which it was asked. Betty saw the shock and waited. A couple of minutes passed while Joyce swallowed reflexively. "Are you going to be okay?" "Yeah, I think so. I'm not used to people talking about sex acts so openly." "You'll find a lot of that in the scene. Part of the thrill is the violation of society's standards. Being forced to do so is a powerful submissive mind game. 'It's not our fault, we were made to do it' sort of thing. So, think on your fantasies and remember what things you resisted and were forced to do." "Well, yeah, sucking him off and swallowing was a big one. My boyfriends in the past never came in my mouth. Being...taking someone in my butt happens in my thoughts a lot too. I'm actually a little frightened of it. I always imagine it's really painful." "It can be on the initial penetration, but you do get used to it. It's an interesting feeling of being full. For me, it's frustrating because I can't cum from my ass." "I see." Joyce was still getting used to the idea that someone would be so open about their sex life. Even her encounter three days ago had not prepared her for this level of intimacy with a stranger. "Let's see, there's masturbation. I'm really shy about it and sometimes I'm forced to bring myself off in front of others." "This's good, there's some wonderful things to start with. Now, how are you forced?" "It varies. Sometimes I'm physically overpowered and bound. Then he has his way with me and I can't stop him. Other times I'm whipped until I give in and agree." "I notice you keep saying he and him. I take it you have no fantasies about women?" Joyce reddened again. "Actually, I kind of do. There's never a woman dominating me, but sometimes I'm forced, in my thoughts, to pleasure a woman after she's been fucked..." Joyce put her hand to her mouth in shock, unable to believe how easily the word passed through her lips. Betty smiled and nodded. "I mean, I have to eat what's coming out of her after he's cum in her." "That's called a cream pie." Both ladies smiled at the vivid imagery that was created. "Which of these do you want to be able to experience tonight?" "I don't know. Part of what makes the fantasies so powerful is that, in them, I don't know what I'm going to be forced to do. I haven't even talked about all of the things I pretend to be forced into. I guess it's the whole being forced to obey thing that really turns me on." "I can understand that. My submissive enjoys the uncertainty as well." "You're a dominant?" "Yes, I am." "Does that mean that you could..." "No, not at the auction. Employees are not allowed to bid at the auction." "What would you suggest?" "How's this sound? Put fellatio, cum swallowing, anal intercourse, cunnilingus, cream pies, masturbation and something else, you think of it, as a rating of 6. Then put roleplay as a 1 and then rate some of the pain items at 3 or less. That will tell whoever bids on you that you'd like a roleplay of being forced into activities and punished when you don't comply right away. The other option is to not mark pain as acceptable but mark varying levels of bondage as acceptable." "Okay, that sounds like a plan. Can I have a few minutes to work my way through it?" "Sure, take your time. There's still an hour before the first auction starts." ***** "Joyce, can you hear me?" Nadine's voice jerked Joyce out of her memories of the recent past. When Joyce nodded, Nadine asked, "Are you okay? You're shaking a little." "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just nervous and a little scared." "I'm not surprised. Some of these people looking at you look frightening." "You're not helping, Nadine." "Sorry. I've been asking around. The auction winners have to leave ID with the club. That way, they can be held accountable for what they do." "That's good to know. I'll be fine, Nadine. I'm really hot. It's like the fear is arousing." "So, you're as sure of this now as you were three days ago?" "Yes, definitely. Have you seen her?" "Yes, she's four cages ahead of you. It's too bad you can't see her. She's tied up and looks so sexy." Joyce wasn't surprised. Her mind slipped back to that night. Nadine and she had been driving and saw a crowd of cars stopped in front of a mansion. ***** "Joyce, look at that. I wonder why all those cars are parked in front of that driveway? Is someone in trouble?" Nadine pulled over, both ladies seeing a crowd gathered about the gate. Joyce gasped as she got out of the car. "Nadine, do see that? There's a lady chained to the gate!" "What the hell is going on?" Nadine started looking around for the camera, sure they were on a Candid Camera like program of some sort. Joyce's voice interrupted her search. "Oh my God! Is that who I think it is? I think it is? Yes! It's that lady from the news, Valerie Burbon, I think." Joyce moved closer. "Are you Valerie Burbon?" The woman chained to the metal grate of the gate nodded her head. It was plain that she was very aroused. Her pussy was not just moist, but thoroughly wet. Her nipples were rock hard and the rest of her body was flushed. "I so wanted to meet you. You don't know what you've done for me," Joyce gushed. A man approached. "What did my little slave do for you?" "Oh, you must be her Master." The man nodded. "She...it was so wonderful, she went public. Sex was always such a drag for me. I knew I wanted to be owned, mastered, but didn't now how to let my boyfriend know. Then she was in the news!" "And that gave you an opening?" "Yes, I talked about it with him and was able to tell him that I craved that kind of sex too." Joyce's voice saddened at the painful memory that followed. "I take it he didn't take it well." "No. He called me a sick slut and we never went out again. But, my best girlfriend," pointing to her companion, "she said that he was the sick one, trying to make me someone I wasn't. She said, 'Joyce, I don't know why you would want to be some man's slave, but if you do, then you do. Just promise you'll do it safely.' Then she told me about this club, called Mephisto's, and I've been visiting there, seeing what goes on there. It was a little overwhelming at first. But there are so many nice people who are willing to explain a lot to a novice like me. I'm thinking about the auction this Saturday." "That's how Valerie got her real start. You'll have a good time, and it'll be safe as long as you don't leave the club." "She did? That's so cool. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you Valerie for giving me the courage to let my desires out." The bound woman, mouth plugged with a gag, grunted something that sounded an awful like, "You're welcome." Joyce looked at Valerie closer. Joyce hadn't noticed the struggle going on in Valerie's body. "You know, you look like you need to cum. Is she going to be able to cum soon?" "Yes, I think it'll be very soon," the man said. "In fact, I think you could help her, if you wanted to." "Me? How could I help?" "If you're willing and are dressed appropriately, you can finger her to her orgasm." "Oh my God! Me? Finger her? Get her off? Oh my God! Oh my God!" Nadine, responding to Joyce's excitement, moved closer. "Joyce, what is it? What's wrong?" "Nadine, he says I can give her an orgasm, if I dress appropriately?" Suspicion tinged Nadine's voice. "Dress appropriately? Just what is that?" "Well, it's National Nude Day, so she should be nude," he answered, nonchalantly. "You want my friend to strip, in public, and finger a strange woman to climax, in front of all these people? What are you, some sort of pervert?" "Well, I have it on good authority, that, yes, I am a pervert." "So you think this is funny?" "Yes, your whole reaction is funny. I'm not ordering your friend to do anything. I'm offering her an opportunity. If she doesn't want to, I'm sure one of these gentlemen would be willing." There were several confirmations from the distance. They were drowned out by Joyce. "I'll do it." "Joyce! No! You can't." "Nadine. I'm going to be stripped bare, sold to a bidder and used who knows how in two days. The person who wins me won't even ask what I want, will they Sir?" "No, probably not." "If I'm going to be doing things I may not like in two days, why shouldn't I do something I want and like tonight. I'm doing it." ***** Joyce found herself becoming even more excited as she remembered stripping herself and fingering the famous submissive. Valerie's Master, she never got his name, had told Joyce that tonight would be even better if Joyce herself didn't cum at the same time. Knowing he'd been right, Joyce had let her own needs go unfulfilled since that night and was, consequently, extremely horny. The roar of the crowd and the strong voice of the auctioneer were a constant backdrop to the sensations Joyce was experiencing. There were even a couple of times when the crack of the auctioneer's bull whip sounded, causing Joyce to jerk in fear. Her mind was brought back to the form and what she had marked. In her mind's eye, Joyce could see the boxes checked that told potential bidders that she wanted to be forced into face fucking, anal sex, vaginal sex cream pies, masturbation and rim jobs. What scared her more were her marks saying she welcomed spankings with both hands and paddles, a type of multi-strand whip called a cat of nine tails. Betty had assured her that those implements would not leave permanent marks and would hurt less than something called a single tail. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the cage door being opened. Hands were undoing the bindings holding her spread. "Joyce, are you ready?" Betty asked. Joyce gulped. "Yes, I think so. I'm a little scared. Will she remember what we talked about?" As Betty assured Joyce that Angela wouldn't forget, Joyce's mind thought back to over an hour ago. ***** "Are you ready?" Betty asked. "Yes, I think so. How is this whole presentation thing done?" "That's kind of up to you." Betty started leading Joyce towards the cages lined up near the stage. "You can be bound as firmly or loosely as you wish. You don't even have to be blindfolded or gagged if you're uncomfortable with that sort of thing." "What would you suggest? I really don't know what to expect." They had arrived at cage 21, 4 cages from the end. There were only 25 cages, the limit on how many slaves could be auctioned, though the limit was really a time constraint. The lack of cages was an engineered excuse. "Take a blindfold. It's unnerving for most to see themselves being looked over like a hunk of meat. You'll still hear the comments at times, depending on how loud they are. As for bindings, a moderately tight standing spread eagle is good. It gives you that feeling of helplessness without undue strain or pain." "That sounds good. Will you tie me up?" "I can do that. One thing though, it'll be a more submissive experience if you're naked." Joyce paled at the suggestion. "Naked?" "You don't have to, but you'll be naked at some time tonight. It'll bring more money for the charity if you're naked when you're on stage." "Okay, I guess." Joyce looked around, seeing several people watching her. Looking down, she stripped her clothes off, handing them to Betty who folded them. Once Joyce was bare, Betty took lengths of rope and started the binding process. Joyce found that the position was, in fact, reasonably comfortable, at least physically. Psychologically, however, it was a different story. Joyce was very much aware of her exposed state; that everyone could see her most intimate parts and she could do nothing to hide. "You must be Joyce. I'm Angela." "Hi. Are you selling me tonight?" "Ha! That's one way to put it. Yes, I'm the auctioneer. Now, I know you're probably nervous as hell and not a little scared. You will be safe, I promise. Have you given any thought to how you want to be presented?" "Not really." "What do you want from this. Your form has quite a few force me items." "My fantasies are along the lines of being forced to be obedient." "I see. A fairly common fantasy, actually. How does this sound? You'll come onto the stage frightened, not sure of what's going to happen. I'll run you through some displays to the crowd, forcing you into some embarrassing positions. Maybe even slap your ass to convince you to cooperate with me. Then, I'll clip your wrists to an overhead bar and leave you there while they bid." "Oh my God!" Joyce's cunt had literally spasmed in delight at the scene Angela described. Angela looked down and saw the quivering and the liberal amounts of moisture Joyce was producing. She smiled, knowing that this slave would go for a tidy sum and possibly even climax on stage. "I take it you're good with that?" "Oh yes, I can't believe how hot that sounds." Joyce's Auction "Be sure to enjoy yourself. That's the point of all this," her arm waving in a big circle, "to have some fun." ***** A man wearing only a leather g-string, led Joyce up to the stage. Unable to see, Joyce started trembling, but she wasn't sure if it was from fear or excitement. The man handed the end of the leash to Angela. The auctioneer had flipped her head mike up. "Joyce, are you ready to be sold?" "Yes, no, I'm frightened, excited, something." "Do you want to go on?" "Yes, do it before I freak." Angela flipped her mike down and hauled on the leash, causing Joyce to stumble into the spotlight. Angela's voice rang out as she started her spiel. "Ladies and gentlemen, lot number 21 is a special treat. Newly captured, this lovely has never been under command of a Master of Mistress. Our lucky winner, whoever he or she is, will have the unique opportunity to begin the training of a new slave from the ground up. This slave is a particularly enticing morsel." Angela dragged Joyce to the edge of the stage. "Look at this body, it's trembling with need, the need to be taken and used by a strong man or woman. Notice her breasts, how the nipples are standing at attention, begging for teeth to tease them with pain and pleasure." Angela pulled back on the leash, thrusting Joyce's breasts out. The spotlight focused on her tits, a sheen of sweat glistening in the bright light. Joyce's hands came up, instinctively trying to cover her. Angela's hand slapped her ass twice. "Hands down you worthless slut! Your future owner wants to see his merchandise." Joyce gasped and let out a sob. She was dragged around the stage, everyone in the front row able to see her clearly. She felt fear, fear of Angela, who was acting so much crueler than she had earlier. She would realize only later, that along side that fear was arousal, a burning, deep arousal that demanded to be sated. "Who would like to start the bidding on this blank slate of a slave!" "I'll bid $50!" "Make that $100." "$150!" "Come on people, is that the best you can do? Look as this wanton slut, look at this cunt, practically dripping with desire." Angela kicked Joyce's feet apart, opening her pussy to the illumination of the spotlight. Her natural juices reflected the light, revealing her need to the audience. Angela slapped a mike on Joyce, broadcasting her moans over the sound system. Again, Joyce was dragged around the stage, her legs repeatedly kicked apart so that her cunt was visible. The bidding started again. "$300!" "$500!" "$600!" Then a deep voice that penetrated Joyce's mind, a familiar voice, called out, "I'll pay $1500 for that slave." The bidding seemed to stop, faces turning to see who had jumped the bid by such a large amount. Angela seized control. "We have a bid of $1500 by Master Charles. Come now people, Charles has an entire stable of slaves. Surely one of you is more deserving of a fresh slave." Charles smiled at Angela, nodding at her attempt to push the biding up. Another voice called out, "$2000." Charles answered with, "$3000." A hush fell over the room. The regulars knew that once Charles Vanquil started to bid in the auction, he won his slave. Sensing that the bidding was essentially over, Angela wrapped it up. "Do we have any more bids? Going once, going twice, sold to Master Charles for $3000. Come on up sir and claim your new slave." Charles walked up to the stage and took possession of the leash. Angela deftly recovered the mike from Joyce. Charles took Joyce's chin in one hand. "Joyce, come with me." "Ah...am I...are you..." "You're safe. This is your fantasy. Come, slave." Joyce nodded her head and allowed Charles to lead her off the stage. Still unable to see, she could not stop shivering as the sounds and smells of passion assaulted her senses. The closing of the door to the private room was loud, as was the sudden absence of sounds. Hands removed the blindfold and she blinked her eyes at the two people standing before her. The man she recognized. "It is you, from the road." "Yes, I enjoyed your use of Valerie. Are you ready?" "I don't know. Is it normal to be frightened?" The black woman spoke up. "Joyce, I'm Marcia. Yes, it's normal to feel some fear. I can also tell that you're very turned on, possibly because you're afraid." "What's going to happen?" "Everything you asked for. We're going to force you to perform sexually, tie you up and punish you when and if you refuse to do what we demand." "Oh God, I don't know. It sounds so scary, but my crotch, it's quivering in anticipation." Marcia stepped forward, brushing a hand against Joyce's cheek. "That's normal. This is what you've dreamed of, isn't it?" Joyce nodded. "Then let it happen. If the reality doesn't match the fantasy, you can stop it." "I can?" "Of course, we don't want to rape you, not for real. We want to help you enjoy tonight. We have something called a safe word. Say, 'red,' to stop what's happening right away. If you just need to slow down, say, 'yellow'." "That helps. How does this work, then?" "Are you ready?" Charles asked. Joyce nodded. Marcia grabbed Joyce's hands and pulled them behind her back. Leather seemed to wrap itself around her wrists. Before she could react, Joyce's wrists were trapped behind her back. Her breath caught in her throat. "On your knees, slut!" Charles ordered. Joyce felt her heart race. Amazingly, her fear started to fade a little. She shook her head, trying to back away, hoping that she wouldn't be allowed to escape. Marcia grabbed her bound arms and started to force her down. Joyce struggled, twisting and refusing to go down. A hand slapped her ass and Joyce moaned. The slap came again, making her knees weak. The pressure on her arms brought her to her knees. Staring at her face was a cock, large and erect, precum forming on the tip. "Suck my cock, you little slut." Joyce clamped her lips shut, shaking her head. The tip rubbed against her lips, smearing clear slick fluid on them. Joyce moaned, hoping that he would push, force himself into her. In her fantasies she would be forced, her mouth pried open and a cock shoved in. Instead, she was spanked again, sending a shock through her body. Unbelievably, Joyce moaned at the slap, the feeling going straight to her pussy, making it tingle. Again she was slapped. Her ass thrust back, as if to ask for more. Marcia smiled at Charles, recognizing the submissiveness in Joyce crawling to the surface. She kept the spanking up, knowing what the end result would be. Joyce had her eyes closed, soaking up the power that was being forced upon her. In her dreams, it was never like this, so strong, so overwhelming, so right. Ten slaps later, unable to control herself, Joyce opened her mouth with a loud, deep groan. Charles' cock pushed in, filling her mouth. Joyce's eyes flew open and her head tried to pull back from the sudden intrusion. Marcia's hand was holding her in place. When Joyce started to make noises of protest, Marcia leaned up to her ear. "Are you red or yellow?" Joyce froze at the question, recalling the words to make things stop. She gave a little shake of her head. Charles, who had stilled himself in her mouth while Marcia had asked the question, started his thrusting motions again. As his cock plunged deep into her mouth, the tip actually touching the back of her throat, Joyce started struggling again, her hands pulling at the cuffs immobilizing them. She pressed her head back against Marcia's hand, forcing the woman to press harder to keep her in place. Saliva was pulled out with each backstroke, to drip down Joyce's chin and chest. She was unaware that she had moved her legs farther apart, as if to invite attention to her cunt. Taking Joyce up on the subconscious enticement, Marcia brought her other hand up between Joyce's legs from behind and caressed Joyce's pussy. As the pleasurable counterpoint to the playful brutality of the face fuck made itself felt, Joyce stopped resisting and moaned with desire. She tried to lower herself, to impale upon the fingers caressing her sex, but the hand behind her head grabbed her neck and held her up. Joyce was soon teetering on the verge of an orgasm, only to have that ultimate pleasure denied as Marcia's hand pulled away. Joyce moaned and writhed in an attempt to coax Marcia to give her more. Then, Charles thrust in and held himself still. Marcia pushed hard, forcing her Master's cock into Joyce's throat. The gag reflex caused Joyce to swallow against the tip and Charles unloaded his cum directly into Joyce's throat. Joyce felt the slimy fluid dripping down the back of her throat, unable to swallow completely due to the cock blocking her throat. As he began to soften, Charles pulled partway out. Marcia whispered to the desperately swallowing slave, "Clean his cock. Suck everything off it." Unable to do anything else, Joyce swirled her tongue around the cock, tasting his cum as the last drops were coaxed out of the tip. "How are you feeling?" Charles asked after he finished withdrawing. "Can I cum, please. I really need to cum." "Not right now. We wish more from you." With that, Charles pulled Joyce to her feet and guided her to a leather covered, padded bar that was at waist height. It was resting on steel supports five feet apart. Ropes forced Joyce's feet apart and were secured to the uprights. Joyce was facing the wall, about four feet in front of her. Her hands were unclipped and pulled towards the wall, forcing her to bend over the bar. More rope ran from her arms to the wall, binding her in place. While Charles had been binding Joyce, Marcia had fastened a strap-on dildo to her waist. As the last knot was tied, Marcia walked around so that Joyce could see what was coming. Joyce's eyes widened at the sight of the massive twelve inch long prick. Slowly, her head began to shake. "Slave, beg Marcia to fuck your ass." "No, I can't take that, it's too big." "Slave, beg for it or you'll be whipped." Joyce gasped, seeing the cat that Charles had been holding behind his back. She gulped, remembering her fantasies, dreams of being sodomized by impossibly large cocks that provoked a mixture of arousal and agony. In other dreams she was whipped until she exploded in mind blowing climaxes from just the pain. Knowing she had to experience a taste, even if only this once, Joyce shook her head. "No, I won't. I refuse to beg for it," she whispered while nodding her head Charles asked, "Are you red or yellow?" Joyce shook her head, gasping out a, "Please?" that was as much a question as a plea. She saw the movement out of the corner of her eye and then pain made itself known on her ass. While the blow wasn't overwhelming, Joyce cried out softly, mouthing an unspoken, "More," as she pulled against her bonds. Marcia, watching her for signs of distress, smiled at the silent plea. The blows from the cat continued to fall, bringing Joyce to tears from the slowly growing pain. Both her tormentors saw that Joyce was beginning to raise her ass to meet the strokes of the cat. All Joyce was aware of was the constant burning pain in her ass and her shock at not wanting to stop it. She began to cry with deeper sobs, mourning a loss of innocence and embracing a fulfillment she had not suspected was possible. Suddenly, Joyce wanted to give these two people, this man and woman, everything she could. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck my ass, please? I need you to fuck my ass." Joyce felt a cool sensation probe at her ass. Marcia's finger coated the entrance to Joyce's rear passage with lubricant. Once the preparation was done, hard plastic pressed against Joyce's ass, causing the bound woman to moan and gasp. "Please, I..." Joyce pulled against her bindings, unable to finish her plea, not even sure what she wanted. Charles and Marcia recognized the need that could not be expressed and took Joyce further. As Marcia began to slowly press her fake cock past Joyce's outer entrance, Charles reached down from in front and lightly stroked Joyce's more than ready pussy. Joyce's body tried to clench against the anal intrusion and relax at the caresses on her cunt at the same time. The result was an incoherent woman pulling against ropes that she hoped and prayed would hold fast. The massive, from Joyce's experience, dildo painfully stretched Joyce's virgin ass. The pain was not, however, as bad as Joyce's fantasies expected. Marcia, well versed in sodomizing submissives, used a familiar slow rocking motion to gently force her way in. Charles' ministrations offset most of the discomfort in a wonderful counterpoint of pleasure and pain. Joyce felt her body give up its resistance to the dildo and Marcia's cock slid the rest of the way in with one smooth motion. Time seemed to stop, as Joyce felt nothing but the fullness of twelve inches of intruder where no such intruder was intended to be. "Oh God! It's so big, I'm so full. Please, I need..." "What Joyce, what do you need?" "I don't know, I just need, please, do something." Marcia started to thrust in and out, fucking Joyce's ass with slow, yet powerful motions. Each back stroke brought a whimper from the victim. Each thrust into her depths brought a groan. The unnatural intrusion felt so right and Joyce found herself regretting the refusals she had given her former boyfriend to his requests for anal sex. Soon, she was pulling against the ropes and thrusting her ass back against the in strokes as much as she could. Arousal spread through Joyce's body, but unlike being fucked in her cunt, this arousal seemed more diffuse. The tingles that normally centered in her pussy and clit from being fucked, spread out. There was no need to caress or suck on her breasts. The pressure caused by her tight opening seemed to pulse through her, rebounding off every erogenous zone in her body. Phantom fingers lightly played with her nipples. Imaginary fingers stroked her face. None of these secondary feelings were enough to send her over the top. It was like she was being driven on without the chance to climax. Marcia, her own clit constantly stimulated by the base of the harness, was nearing her orgasm. Being a submissive of Charles herself, she pleaded, "Master, may I cum? Please let me cum, Master." "Not yet Marcia. I want it myself." Marcia groaned in sensual agony and fought her body's need for release. It wasn't long before both women were hovering at the plateau, needing their release, yet not receiving it, one from inability, one from being forbidden. "Master, please, I can't hold out much longer, may I cum?" "No, stop, Marcia." Marcia froze, the cock imbedded in Joyce's ass. Slowly, as she held still, Marcia's arousal, the burning need to let go in orgasm, faded. She gasped with an ache in her pussy as the object of her desire retreated from her. Joyce panted with her, the pressure of being so filled reinforcing the need she felt. The aroma of sex filled the air and both women's cunts dripped juice. Charles undid the straps on the harness and allowed Marcia to back away, her hands clasped behind her to resist the temptation to stroke her own cunt. Once Marcia was clear, Charles pulled the dildo out of Joyce's ass. Joyce groaned at the loss of sensation. "Are you okay?" "I'm empty. Please don't stop, I want so much more. Tell me what to do, make me obey you." "I have every intention of doing so." Charles started releasing Joyce from the position she was in. For the first time, she took a look at the room she was being used in. In addition to the moveable bar she had been tied over, there were several rings set into one wall at varying heights. Several strong chains descended from the ceiling in one corner and there was a table, wooden and covered in what looked like leather. The table had several hooks that looked very much like tie down points found on pickup trucks. It also looked like the table could be raised and lowered to some extent. Joyce was led to the side of the table. Her legs were tied to the legs of the table and one hand lashed to one of the tie downs. Once Charles had her secured, he instructed Marcia to climb on the table. Joyce didn't understand just what he intended, as there was very little Joyce and Marcia could do to one another. Marcia was tied down with her hands to the sides, bound, her legs splayed and lashed flat, and her pussy at the edge, open to anyone standing at the end of the table. Joyce was standing to her side, able to view the entire ebony body but unable to touch it with more than a single hand, and that with limited range. Charles started to explain. "Joyce, I'm going to fuck Marcia and you're to watch. You're also going to masturbate yourself without stopping. However, you're not to have an orgasm. If you do, you'll be punished." "I don't know if I can. I've never played with myself in front of others." Charles' hand slapped her ass, eliciting a yelp. "You'll do as I say, slave, or there'll be much more of that." "Please, it's so embarrassing." Charles' hand slapped her again. Joyce's yelp had the undercurrent of a moan as well. Her pussy flared with arousal as the spanking continued. She bit her lip, trying to hide the pleasure she was feeling at being spanked. Both Charles and Marcia smiled at the attempt as Joyce's entire body flushed, not just the cheeks of her ass. A couple of minutes later, Joyce gasped and started to stroke her pussy. "That's better. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Don't stop until I cum in Marcia's cunt and don't cum yourself." Charles stepped up to the end of the table and pressed his cock into Marcia's well lubricated pussy. He used long slow strokes that afforded Joyce a clear view of his cock sliding through the folds of Marcia's pussy. Joyce had never seen intercourse up close and personal, at least not in person. The sight drove her arousal even higher and she knew there was no way she could keep fucking her cunt and still not cum. Charles knew that Joyce would cum eventually and was fucking Marcia slowly to give Joyce time to fail. Her reaction to the last spanking confirmed his assessment of Joyce; she was craving punishment. He didn't think she was someone who wanted intense pain, but she did seem to find low to moderate levels of pain, especially under bondage, sensual and arousing. Marcia and Joyce were both moaning loudly. While Joyce's fate was in her own hands (literally), Marcia was dependant on Charles for her climax. She begged, "Master, please touch my clit, let me cum." "No, Marcia, you're not to cum while I'm fucking you." "Yes, Master." Joyce was panting deeply, her fingers penetrating herself to a depth that seemed to match the depth of her breaths. She was trembling and her knees were trying to buckle at the intensity of sensations she was inflicting on herself. She could hold herself off no more and screamed as she dropped to her knees, bound arm pulled tight, and quivered in an orgasm. It never occurred to her to stop fucking herself and she could feel the muscles in her cunt squeezing against her hand. With Joyce having climaxed, Charles picked up the pace and soon was shooting his cum into Marcia's pussy. Marcia strained against the orgasm that was knocking at her door, almost losing it when Charles pulled out enough to leave some of his seed covering the outside of her pussy. Like all Charles' submissives, she was clean shaven between her legs and the white cum stood out against her black skin. "Slave, stop what you're doing." When Joyce pulled her hand out of her cunt, he continued. "Give your hand to Marcia to clean. Let her lick all of your cum from your hand." The look and sensation of Marcia's mouth and tongue licking at her hand with delicacy and sensuousness kept Joyce from losing too much of her sensuous high. When Marcia had finished, Charles released Joyce from where she'd been bound, only to rebind her at the end of the table. This time, Joyce's hands were lashed to the side of the table and her legs were attached to a spreader bar. Joyce's Auction "Joyce, you failed me. You came when I told you not to. For your punishment, you will be paddled while you clean Marcia's cunt. Until you have cleaned all my cum from her, both inside and out, and she has cum, the paddling will continue." The first slap of the paddle hit and Joyce let out a low moan. As she leaned down to lick at the cunt in front of her, her ass thrust out to meet the second slap. She gave a tentative lick at the mixture of fluids. Joyce was no stranger to either pussy juice or cum, but this was the first time she had tasted both together. The taste was nothing to write home about, but the moans that came from Marcia were like music to Joyce's ears. The warmth caused by the paddling was spreading slowly through Joyce's body and each blow nudged her face into the cunt she was lapping at. The individual strokes from the paddle weren't terribly hard, but the accumulated sensations were becoming increasingly intense. As the minutes passed, Joyce was surprised to find that the sensations from licking a pussy, including the tastes, were becoming more pleasurable. Even more shocking was her steadily increasing arousal. Yes, the paddle hurt, but the pain, which had been slowly increasing (even though the blows never increased in force) was now producing a delicious warmth in her cunt. That warmth was, in turn, driving her sensual desire onward. Joyce felt like she could cum from just the paddling, if she could make it go long enough. She kept her attention to Marcia's cunt slow and steady, trying to maintain the woman's arousal at a constant level. By now, there seemed to be no more cum left in Marcia. The bound submissive was writhing under Joyce's inexperienced, yet impassioned tongue. The black woman was moaning constantly, with an occasional, "Please," that begged for her orgasm. Charles smiled at the natural talent for sensual torture that Joyce was displaying again. Her earlier torture of Valerie had belied her inexperience. Joyce's ass was a bright red and Charles' blows were actually lighter than those he had started with. He was dragging Joyce's arousal out just as she was dragging Marcia's. Both woman were in tears, Joyce from the constant low level pain she was under and Marcia from the unmet need. Marcia had reached the point of babbling incoherently with desire. Charles decided it was time to bring both ladies to their respective climaxes. "Joyce, when Marcia cums, you may cum." With that promise, Joyce licked at the swollen clit she had been ignoring. Marcia screamed at the first touch, her primed body exploding in an orgasm. Her hips bucked and she strained against her bonds. Charles stopped his paddling and Joyce's head flew up. 'No! Don't stop, please, just a little more, I need a little more." "Keep licking! I want her begging for you to stop." Joyce bent back to her task, licking at the cunt in front of her, letting it buck against her face. She sucked the light flow of fluid from Marcia's pussy and let her tongue delve deep into the cunt. Marcia's orgasm was trying to ease, but Joyce's continuing attention kept it going far longer than Marcia wanted. Her clit throbbed in pain at each additional contact. Marcia tensed at the intensity, wanting it to stop and to continue at the same time. Marcia called this torture the endless orgasm. It wasn't really endless, but her body convulsed never the less. She craved the exquisite pain from having her overly sensitive clit stimulated after an orgasm. Such attention, while agonizing, was usually good for two or three more climaxes in quick succession. Today was no exception. Her second climax tore a scream from her throat as Marcia's back arched, forcing her cunt hard against Joyce's face. That was when Charles plunged his cock into Joyce's pussy with a command of, "Don't stop, slave." As soon as she was aware of what was happening between her legs, Joyce thrust her hips back, striving to impale herself more fully on the cock she needed. She moaned into Marcia's cunt, driving the woman even crazier with lust than she already was. Joyce was so ready for this fuck that she was over the top in short order. The cunt in her mouth muffled her screams, but those same screams sent Marcia on another orgasmic ride. Marcia started to cry for mercy. "Please, no more, it's too much." Charles, however, commanded, "Don't stop, take her further, make her cum again." Joyce, barely recovered from her own orgasm, continued to lick at Marcia's cunt, finding the cries of pain from the bound woman exciting. The cock filling her pussy and driving her face into Marcia's cunt was glorious. Soon, Joyce was approaching her second orgasm from his fucking. Marcia's anguished cry at her next orgasm sent Joyce off. A hand pulled her head up by her hair. It was only then that she could make out Marcia's words. "Red light, Master, please red light." As Joyce's own orgasm started to fade, Charles came in her cunt, groaning as he did. Joyce could feel his cum pulse into her pussy and she wiggled her ass in pleasure. "Marcia, how are you?" "I'll...I'll be okay, Master. Thank you for the endless orgasm." "How are you Joyce?" "I'm...That was the best sexual experience I've ever had. Reality is even better than fantasy." "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Is there anything more you want?" "May I clean your cock?" Charles laughed. "Of course you may. Let's get you untied." Charles untied her from the table and retied her hands behind her back. Kneeling, Joyce took his cock into her mouth and lovingly licked the mixture of fluids off him. Once he was clean, Marcia was untied and they headed for the shower room to clean up. Joyce knew she had entered a new level in her sexuality. The pleasures she had enjoyed tonight were not ones she could walk away from. She would be back to Mephisto's. She recalled the thrill of hearing Marcia beg for her to stop. She wondered what it would feel like to be wielding the paddle instead of receiving it. She would have to try that sometime. That, however, was the future. Tonight, she needed to crawl into bed and recover from her exertions. Someday, yes someday soon, Joyce Langston would be back.