3 comments/ 46672 views/ 6 favorites The Carnal Clubs Auction By: Bethyboo Just as sleep starts to take me, I feel him climb into bed, his arms circling me briefly. His hands rubbing at my wrists, pulling me, until I am lying face-down. The sharp sound of the handcuffs ratcheting, encasing my wrists, brings me fully awake. He growls, deep in his throat as he slips a blindfold over my eyes, and says, "We are going out...get up!" "What the hell do you think you are doing?" my voice quivers as an icy shiver runs along my spine. The sound of his hand slicing the air, just a breath before I feel the sharp sting, the sound of his hand striking my bare ass. It drives the breath from my lungs, no air left to even scream as my ass is lit on fire. His hands grab me and pull me from bed, my feet barely under me before he pulls me across the room. I am naked, bare footed and shaking with fear. What is he doing, where could he be taking me at this late hour? Disoriented in my own house, I am tugged along after him. The icy coolness of the summer evening makes my nipples tighten, harden, they tingle and itch. He pushes me up against the car, in the driveway, in full view of the street, of the neighbours. I open my mouth to protest, to demand that he take me back inside, but instead, find my mouth stuffed with fabric. The sharp tang of something on my tongue, soft fabric filling my mouth, I start to gag when ... He slaps at my hard nipples, his open palm striking my heaving breasts over and over again. The sound of those smacks interrupted by the noise of tires on pavement, the slowing of an engine. The cheers of people in the car. Tears start to spill from under the blindfold, hot shameful tears, coursing over my cheeks as he bends to suck a pert nipple into his mouth, his teeth tearing at the base, my body writhing on the car, ass grinding backwards as I try to escape. The sound of car doors slamming, then footsteps drawing closer. "Hey, mind if we watch?" a deep male voice inquires. His teeth drag at my nipple, pulling it up and away from my breast before it slips out, the pain ripping through me. My feet beating a tattoo in the driveway as I dance from tiptoe to tiptoe. He sucks the drool noisily back into his mouth and answers, "You may watch, you may even touch if you wish." I grunt against the gag in my mouth, shaking my head in denial, my hair flying from side to side. "Are you sure it's ok, we don't want to get in any trouble. You are not kidnapping her or anything are you?" the voice sounds young, almost tinged with concern. He answers, "Oh, you won't get in any trouble, and no I am not kidnapping her, if you doubt that she is enjoying this, just dip your fingers into her greedy pussy and feel. I bet she is sopping wet already." I howl into the gag, leaning back onto the car, trying to melt into the cold metal. Two fingers run up and down my slit, teasing me. My traitorous pussy lips swelling, quickly parting under the pressure of those probing fingers. He plunges both into my greedy hole, and omg....yes they slide in so easily. My face turning a deep crimson, mortified that a stranger gets to see how aroused I have become, how eagerly my body responds to the torment. His voice resonates through me as he leans in close and whispers in my ear, "This will be a special night, one you won't ever forget." Shaking, feeling goose bumps raise on my flesh, my nipples tweaked by warm hands, pulled and twisted, fingers probing deeper into the folds of my pussy, scraping at my slick walls, strong vaginal muscles pulling at them, urging them deeper, and all I can do is moan into the gag, shudder as my body takes its pleasure. The sound of a vehicle approaching, it too slowing and stopping and the sound of more car doors opening and closing. All I want to do is shrink into the metal at my back, become part of the car. Whispered words that I cannot hear. Then the fingers in my pussy are pulled out and the sound of someone licking the juices from them carries on the air. I arch against the car, my ass wriggling on the metal, warmed as it sucks the heat from my flesh. I am turned roughly and bent over the hood of the car, my nipples scraping the cold metal, shivering from head to toe, I close my legs, squeezing my thighs together, denying any entrance. The hand cuffs are released and before I can flex the stiffening muscles, both arms are gripped by strong hands. I am steered out the driveway, naked as the day I was born and the cold icy finger of fear takes hold of me. Almost glad of the soft gag in my mouth, as I am sure that my teeth would be chattering if not for the fabric stuffed inside. I am lifted straight up and I can feel the soft sway of the vehicle. My mind casts about, trying to identify where I am, it must be the bed of a truck. I am led forward, the uneven flooring of the truck making me stumble, but those hands will not let me fall. First my left arm is lifted, high above my head and a strap is fastened around it, then my right. I am puzzling out what I am being strapped to, when my legs are guided apart, teased apart as a hand runs the length of my pussy, my wilful body responding again. I groan into the gag as my legs are pulled wide and I can feel straps fastened to my ankles, my body resting slightly forward, my chest on a solid surface while my breasts sway freely. All of a sudden I realize that I am trussed up in the shape of an X. Arms wide and up to either side, legs pulled and held apart, and with a feeling of panic, I start to struggle in the bonds. Fear making me forget to breathe, I thrash against the bindings, every muscle standing out as I pull and tug. A series of spanks on my ass cheeks settling me, my struggles forced from me, my breath coming at last, great heaving gasps as I pull air in through my nose. Leaning heavily forward, the smacks on my ass continue, a series of blows covering me from upper buttock to just above my knees, no longer trying to get away, but melting into the structure that holds me upright and spread. His voice in my ear again, "I do so love it when you struggle my pet, you make such a lovely target, and your ass glows so wonderfully." his hand runs across the weals that crisscross my ass, and I moan into the gag. He leans closer still, so that his hot, wet breath oozes into my ear with his words, "One more adornment and then I think we can be on our way. Take a deep breath, you are going to need it." His hand glides up and down the well exposed crack of my ass, his fingers probing gently as they graze across that pulsing little brown mouth, seemingly hungering to be fed. His fingers leave my ass and as I take a deep breath, the slick feeling of oil is run along my crack, his fingers working it into my tight back door and the realization of what is about to happen turns the blood coursing quickly through my veins to run cold. Struggling once again, I pull and squirm, trying to free myself, my head shaking in denial, and then.... The plug is pressed to my bum-hole, the pressure increasing as I writhe on the cross, my breasts aching, nipples tingling as my body, my wanton and greedy body awaits the intrusion of the plug that pushes its way inside. My ass stretching to accept the thick plug, the oils making my skin slick, so that it slides almost too easily into the elastic ring. The burning pain, the stretched skin, the muscles as they convulse on the foreign object, and my lungs bursting with the need to scream. My pussy gushing its own sweet lubricants as the plug holds my ass wide, stretched impossibly wide, and time stands still, right here in this moment. The pressure of the hand that pushes the plug into my ass, and the tension of my sphincter as it struggles to hold back the huge phallic object, until with a grunt, he pushes, wriggling the plug around in a circle, and with an audible 'plop' it finally breaks through to settle inside me. I can feel the soft tickling of the attached tail as my entire body starts to shake and shudder, my groans loud, even through the gag, as I cum, right there...cum all over my thighs, feeling it dripping, hot and wet. Shame at my reaction quickly following the orgasm, and I slump in my bonds as silent sobs wrack my body with a new batch of quivers. His voice in my ear once more, "That's my good girl, that's the way my beautiful pet, cum like the slut you are." His voice fades, leaving me weak and wanton, until the sound of the paddle breaks through, once more lighting up the nerves in my ass, turning my flesh to crimson once more. He continues as I gasp and try to catch a breath, "I am going to take your blindfold off so that you can see where we are going." and with that he tugs it over my head. I blink in the darkness, eyes stinging from the recently shed tears, and take a moment to look at my surroundings. I am trussed to a cross, standing in the back of a pick-up truck, naked, and there are several people staring up at me. Their eyes are bright, with excitement and I see one hand stroking the front of his pants as he leers at my body. He jumps down from the truck and I hear the tailgate slamming shut. Within moments the truck starts to move, driving forward, through the streets of the neighbourhood where I live and I groan into the gag, my eyes darting back and forth. Saved only by the lateness of the hour, there are few people still out at this time of night, and thankfully, I don't recognize anyone. I can hear the wolf whistles, the cat calls and the general laughter of all who bear witness to my drive of shame. It seems like forever until we turn into a side street, in an area of town that I am not familiar with, and the truck finally lurches to a stop. I am left standing there, exposed to the night sky, shivering as the sweat and cum dries on my body. Finally I feel the movement under my feet, as they shift in the cab, I watch as the doors open and he climbs out. The driver is someone I have never seen before and he grins up at me, "Well now, did you enjoy your personal parade through the streets, I know from the amount of cars that followed us, that you were a hit." I try to turn my head, to see who may be behind me, bearing witness to the soft swish of that tail as my sphincter muscle clenches tight on the plug. But I can't turn enough to see, the sound of honking horns turns me to a quivering shell as I see the flash of a camera, forever capturing the indignity of my position. He jumps into the back of the truck, running his hands over my aching bottom, fingering the raised welts, then he tugs on the plug, ensuring that it is still tightly held in place. He reaches around me and pulls the gag from my mouth, "I think the crowd would like to hear you as well as see you." I lick my parched lips, feeling the saliva building in my mouth, and stare horrified at the scrap of fabric in his hand. It is a pair of my panties, out of my laundry hamper, the ones he made me wear after making love to me last night. No wonder I thought I could taste cum on my gag. Swallowing hard, I finally trust my voice to ask, "Where are we? Why are you doing this?" and with eyes wide, "What are you going to do to me?" His deep laugh resonates in the air, "My pet, we are at a very special club. I am doing this because I know deep down, you are thoroughly enjoying yourself, and to answer the what, you will find out soon enough." I can feel the movement of the truck as someone else climbs into the back. Unable to see behind me, I am startled into a loud gasp as lips start to suckle at my neck. My scream rings out as teeth sink into that tender flesh at juncture of neck and shoulder, tearing into me, marking my skin. The cross is tipped backwards so that I am suspended and I am passed to a waiting crowd that has gathered around the truck. A moment of weightlessness as the cross is held aloft, then a soft thud as I am placed upright once again. My range of vision only allowing to see what is directly in front of me, so I cannot tell where I am, or who is here with me. I quiver on the cross, my heavy breasts swinging free, pointed tips aching. The cross has been outfitted with wheels, it glides across the parking lot and through the gate into an open courtyard. As I look around, I see that the courtyard is surrounded by balconies. And on every balcony is a couple, men and women, men and men, women and women, threesomes and moresomes, all staring down at me. There is a tightness in my chest and I am wishing for the blindfold once more. The tightness becomes a critical point, focusing my mind on the fact that I think I am going to explode. His voice in my ear reminding me, "Breathe my pet, just breathe." The tightness slowly dissipates as I fill my lungs with the cool night air. Concentrating on breathing, closing my eyes, willing my body to relax, every muscle tightly coiled and aching from the effort. He whispers, "Open your eyes, play to your audience, they want to see you." I am left in the centre of the courtyard. As I let my eyes wander in my limited field of vision, I see that there are other women here, all around the edges, similarly bound and on display. The sound of a whip breaking the air, the sharp crack as it kisses flesh and the howl of agony making me visibly shake. I can only imagine her pain, at least I hope that I will only have to imagine it. There is a general murmur through the crowd and I look up to see a naked man standing alone on a balcony, microphone in hand, cock in his other hand. His cock seems to be larger than the microphone and I suck in an appreciative gasp. Silence follows and then he starts to speak: "Welcome to the official opening of National Nude Day. It is a day we look forward to all year, and as the clock is fast approaching midnight, we have 24 hours of revelry to look forward to. Thank you to all of our very willing and exotic slaves, there are 24 of them in the arena. One for every hour of the day. And now...let the festivities begin..." There is a loud drum roll and the sound of applause from every area of the arena. A blast of a trumpet, then a volley of fireworks that bathes the many naked bodies with pretty colours. A general noise erupts as everyone starts talking, the sound of requests being hollered from the balconies...and then another announcement... "Masters, start working your slaves, the auction will start at 8 am, and you must deliver your slave to the winning bidder by 10 am." The shock of the statement is evident in my eyes. He leans in close and kisses my lips, then whispers, "You are going to fetch a high bid tonight, I can tell by the way the crowd hushed as you were wheeled in, and I have secured you the centre of the arena. I sent in a video of you as you were masturbating and they loved it...this is a closed club, we were lucky to have been invited. Make sure you give them a good show." He slaps my ass as he walks away. I can see him as he approaches a booth along one wall. He is smiling as he comes back carrying what looks like a tool box. He runs his nails down my back, raking lines of red on my pale flesh. His hand wanders lower, tugging at my tail, making me squirm on the cross, my tits swollen with desire, my puffy pussy lips draping open as a fresh stream of cum pours out. He moves to stand in front of me, slowly opening the tool box and I gasp as I see what is inside, It is an assortment of toys, paddles, clamps and stuff that I can not even put a name to. Time seems to stand still, I can hear the sounds of paddles and whips striking flesh all around me. The high pitched keening of the screams, the low groans of orgasm, the cheers of the crowd, and as I inhale, the heady scent of sex on the wind. "Just keep smiling my pet, and cum as needed." he smiles at me, standing up he grabs the back of my head, a fistful of hair as he angles my mouth to his. He kisses me, such passion that for a moment it is just me and my Master. Alone, sharing a kiss. He let's go of my hair, and lowers his lips to my right nipple, tearing into it, sucking hard, making it swell, throb in his mouth. He quickly moves to my left nipple, duplicating the process, my hips grinding forward, thrusting at the warmth of the wood. He snaps a clamp onto each nipple, my howl pealing out into the night, overshadowing the screams of the arena. His hand moves to rub my swollen button, as his other holds the cruel clamp in front of me. I beg him quietly, "No, please don't, no, I can't stand that. You know I hate it when you do that to me." a tear tracks over my cheek as he ignores my pleas, bends down and lets the cold metal bite into my throbbing clit. A loud whistle of appreciation as my body spasms, the pain making me shake, the entire cross quaking as I writhe and grind on the wood. He quickly threads a chain through the three clamps, tethering them together and then to add to the pain, he hangs a weight from the chain. It pulls and drags on all three of my most sensitive bits. He stands back, smiling at me as my body adjusts to the clamps, the sharp pain dulling to an ever present ache, my hips looking like they are trying to fuck the juncture of the cross as I twist my wrists in an effort to get free. He licks his lips, then dips down into the box once more and comes up with a gleaming metal hook, the girth of the ball at the end looking like a bowling ball, my mind coming up with a recently seen picture of exactly where that hook is intending to go. I scream, "Nooooooo!" He walks around behind me, yanks the plug free and without a moment's hesitation starts to press that bulbous hook to my ass. He presses hard, sliding it down momentarily to lube it at my pouring pussy, then drags it back up, the slippery oils making it glide over my skin. He pushes, and as my ass opens, he holds it in place at the widest point and reaches forward to tug at the chain, the pain erupts, fresh as the clamps bite in deeper, the pinched flesh of nipples and clit on fire. He pushes the ball home, and let's go. The hook dancing obscenely as I cum...orgasming from the pain, screaming, I hear the mixed screams of the others in pain, in pleasure...and as it finally wanes I slump forward, glad of the straps holding me upright. He sits on the tool box, watching me, smiling as I finally open my eyes, look at him, silently begging to be taken home. His grin is wide as he stands, reaches into the box and comes out with a length of rope. He starts to wind it around one heavy breast, until when I look down, it is jutting up and out, turning red as the circulation is cut off. He then runs it over my shoulder, and pulling my head back he ties it to my hair, runs it down through the loop on the hook, back to my hair and down to wrap it tightly around my other breast. I can only look up, see a few of the balconies, every movement of my head pulling at my ass, my breasts as they swell, my nipples chained to my clit and every part of me on fire. His tongue runs along my cheek, snaking into my open mouth, he tugs at the chain again and swallows my scream. Sealing his lips to mine, breathing in as I exhale my lungs into his. He stands back, rubs at his crotch, pressing the fabric of his pants to the bulging outline of his hard cock. My eyes devouring him, body so attuned to his that I can almost feel his hard hot length at my pussy lips. OMG! What is it that I do feel at my swollen lips, tugging at my clamped clit? I try to look down, the hook in my ass pulling up sharply, making me wince, I stare up again, breathing slowly as fingers part my folds. He stands and watches, as I am handled, inspected, by unseen hands. The sound of the whip, too close, and then the strip of heat as it lashes at my ass. It wraps around me, kissing at the sides of my breasts, each stroke sending a warning as it whistles, a mere breath before it kisses my flesh. My head held back, my mouth wide as I scream at the agony, the whip dancing on my skin, striping me, my pale flesh like a neon beacon of lines. The Carnal Clubs Auction My screams ring out, long after the whip has stopped. He whispers soft words, my mind hearing only some, "Pet...slut...howl...loving it." And yes, I am loving it, every touch, every torment, even the blossoming pain as my body starts to orgasm again, my clamped clit swelling impossibly larger, making the cruel metal bite in deeper. Gasping, staring up at the heavens, I can hear him moving again, rummaging in his box of toys, and then he pulls my head down to look at him, the hook in my ass burying itself deeper, and shows me the bowl he holds. "You must fill the bowl with your sweet cum my Pet. Then you will be deemed worthy of standing on the auction block. The quicker you fill it, the quicker you will be allowed to rest until the 8 am auction." He kisses me, then lets go of my head, it tilts upwards, relieving the pain in my ass, it convulses on the metal hook, and I feel the tell tale tightening in my belly. He puts the bowl under me, and then slaps my ass with his open hand, just the edge my body needed. With a howl I cum, thick white cream pouring out, I can hear it splash into the metal bowl. He growls in my ear, "Now that's a good start." His hands are all over me, omg...it is too many hands to be just his. Fingers are working in beside the hook, my nipples, almost numb from being clamped come to life as lips start to suckle at the swollen peaks, a tongue wriggling around the cruel bite of the metal. And then, the flogger as it lands on my flesh, over and over again. The sensations all blending until I cannot separate the pain from the pleasure. The cross starts to fall forward and that feeling of weightlessness comes over me, making me tense all over. I am horizontal and a large cock is poised inches from my lips as the cross finally stops moving. With a grunt, the owner of the cock drives his entire length into my open mouth. His balls banging on my chin and the gagging reflex of my throat sends every muscle in my body into spasm. The hand that pushes into my pussy, and yes it is a whole hand grinds its knuckles over my gspot. Instantly the thin stream of sweet girl cum erupts from my cunt, the pressure forcing it out past his wrist and I can only hope that it finds its mark in the bowl. The cock in my mouth, it starts fucking me hard and fast, unable to take a breath and the hand in my stretched and aching pussy does the same. My body cums again, or it may be that the orgasm is merely sustained as I can no longer think, or breathe or want...I am just a vessel that needs and craves...more pain, more pleasure. A steady stream of cum shoots down my throat as my mouth is filled, balls dripping with my drool, they splat noisily on my chin. A whisper in my ear and I open my eyes. I can't remember closing them. He keeps whispering my name, over and over until I finally focus on his face. He kisses me, running a finger over my cheek, smearing the cooled tears that must have squeezed from beneath my tightly closed lids. "It's ok now, you have behaved wonderfully, the bowl is filled and is being taste tested right now. The judges will mark your score and you may rest until it is time for the auction. Let me help you down." The bizarre nature of this club is still muddled in my head, I ponder the oddity of someone tasting the bowl of cum and then I feel his hands, soothing, caressing, making me purr as he rubs oil into my welts, into the folds of my pussy, smearing it along the crack of my ass. The cuffs are released and I am helped to a waiting 'bed' in the middle of the arena. I am just starting to relax, to breathe again when he bends over me, and says, "Sorry, this is going to sting a bit." Two men approach and pull my legs wide, my eyes just as wide as he leans down and then the scream as the clamp is removed, my body goes into a paroxysm of twists and turns, the men holding me down, my legs splayed wide as the blood starts to flow back into my clit. He quickly moves to grip both of the nipple clamps and before the first wave of pain can begin to lessen, he removes them too. My legs shaking, all over shudders as he cuts the ropes from my breasts, the pain shooting along every nerve ending, my performance fully on display. "One last thing my pet." he spits the words at me as he grasps the hook and turns it in my ass, the ball stroking my bowels, pushing at the throbbing heat of my pussy through the thin wall. He leans down, sucking the spasming and swollen button between his teeth, his tongue flicking back and forth, his hand using the curved hook to fuck my ass. Once again my howls peal through the night, ringing out over the cries of orgasm all around me. "Just one more, play to your audience." his voice commands me to cum, shrieking with the last breath in my lungs as my body writhes on the bed, legs still held wide apart by strong hands. My body continues to take its pleasure long after my voice can bear witness, until with a final shudder, darkness descends. I awaken to the tell tale signs of sunrise on the horizon, my body still aching, flesh still stinging and I snuggle into him, nestled protectively beside me, arms wrapped around me, displaying his possession. The sounds of paddles on flesh, cries of pain and exhaustion, and always the sound of someone deep in orgasm keep us company, huddled on the bed. A sound of a trumpet blares through the arena, bringing a hush with it, eerily silent in the aftermath of all those carnal sounds. I roll over as that same naked man starts to speak..."The auction will begin shortly, Masters, ready your slaves." He kisses me, then climbs from the bed, smiling at me, holds out a hand for me and pulls me from bed. "To the showers my pet, follow me." The showers are a large open area, and the naked slaves are standing in the centre, a spray of water directed at us from every angle. I can only turn, let the stream of water wash away the cum, the tears, the feeling almost making me forget where I am and why I am here. I am approached by a strange man, he takes my elbow, steering me away from the shower area and I look at him, willing him to come to my aid, but instead he says, "Clean her up really well." The strange man leads me to a spot against a wall, lifts my arms above my head and wraps my wrists with leather cuffs. He pulls at the chains, drawing my arms upward, my body stretching, until I am poised on tiptoe. He lowers me down by a few inches, kicks my legs apart and fastens my ankles to rings sunk in the ground. He stands back and watches, his eyes never leaving me as I struggle in the new bonds, whimpering softly, my heavy breasts aching already with need. The strange man slips his hand between my spread legs and roughly fingers that sensitive flesh, grazes over my clit, already standing erect, pushed from its protective hood, proudly rearing its head. He chuckles as he turns, facing my Master, "She is already wet, no lube required." He grabs a hose that hangs from the wall and shows me the long tapered nozzle on the end. He lubes its length in my dripping pussy, then pushes it into my ass. My ass convulses on the nozzle, drawing it deeper, pulling it inside, clenching tight, ass cheeks rippling with the effort. He turns the tap and the liquid starts to flow into my ass, the slight pleasure of the nozzle soon becoming uncomfortable as my bowels start to fill. The pressure building inside me, as I swivel my hips, my sphincter trying to expel the offensive liquid and the nozzle. His hand holding it in, driving it deeper until I am moaning, not sure if it is pain or pleasure I am feeling, the two sensations still confused as my body starts to shake. He pulls the nozzle free and soon pushes a plug into my ass, my cheeks spread obscenely as he works it home, then fucks me with it...in and out, over and over, the liquid sloshing inside me and as I look down, I can see the distension of my belly, so filled are my bowels. Then he pushes the plug deep, holding my ass open and sealed, keeping back the contents. The cramps starting, and I can only moan out in agony, ready to beg to be released. My body twisting and writhing against the wall. Every muscle tensed as the cramps intensify, my body on fire, screaming out loud, my shrieks of pain mingling with the other sounds of sex and discomfort. My breathing rapid as a hose is pushed roughly into my swollen pussy and the water is turned on, cold as it enters my cunt, rinsing me, cleansing me. The plug is pulled free with a vicious twist and the contractions in my belly start to empty my bowels. The hose snaking free of my nether lips, it sprays its cold water all over me, washing away the liquid contents. Shivering, straining in the bonds, I am finally released and delivered to him. He hugs me, folds me into a warmed fluffy towel and rubs my skin until it is dried and glowing. Tossing the towel aside, he takes my hand and leads me back into the centre of the arena. I dare to glance up, taking in the many people on the balconies, my breath catching as I see some of them locked in carnal embraces, hips dancing and thrusting, fucking each other, where anyone can watch. I peek around at the other 'slaves,' lots of preparations being made for the upcoming auction. Meekly following him, my footsteps keeping time with his, I allow him to position me in the centre of the arena, my arms suspended over my head...my feet kicked apart once more. Several sets of hands are all over me, caressing, soothing the welts, rubbing at sore muscles, oiling my body until it shines. A pretty pair of nipple shields are squeezed over my swollen peaks, a dab of sparkling gel adorning the rosy tips. My ass cheeks are spread, soft hands holding me wide as he whispers in my ear, "A special rose for my special girl." He holds the large silver plug up so that I can see, and turns it, the red rose carved into it will make my tiny rosebud blossom. I take a deep breath as he moves behind me, his hand never breaking contact with my skin, a soft caress accompanying the sharp pain of the plug being worked home. His voice soothing as my body contorts, twisting once more from my suspended wrists, "The bidding is about to begin, please make sure you give them the show that they will be paying for." My breasts heaving up and down as I labour to breathe, my thighs tense as my sphincter rebels at the huge plug and the heat of the sun as it rises from the east, warming my oiled skin, making me glisten. "And now, ladies and gentleman, Masters and Slaves, prepare for the opening of the auction. We will start by warming the slaves up. Masters, stand aside as our whip wielders take position. These men have paid handsomely for the privilege of putting these slaves-to-be through their paces. Ten lashes each...to commence at the sound of the trumpet." My insides are turned to jelly, my legs refusing to hold me up, I see him move out of the way and a man in a black hood stands in front of me. His weapon of choice held loosely in his hand, he stares into my eyes, and cracks the whip to my side. I can hear the sound as it slices the air, the sharp crack as it lands near my feet and my scream, the fear making my nipples ache, my belly roll and my ass convulse on that plug. With a grunt the masked man moves away, out of my field of vision and then... the blare of a trumpet. It's long loud single beat drowning out even the echo of my scream. The sound of whips in the air, whistling, that sound as it bites into tender flesh, and the howl of the slaves all around me, my legs, rigid as I tense, the anticipation a cruel torture as I wait for the lash that doesn't come. The sounds have stopped, I count to ten, dare to breathe, my head twisting to the side, trying to see where the whip wielder has gone to, when the sound I have been dreading shatters the near silence, and the sound of it tearing into soft flesh. The pain so intense, so bright that I cannot scream, my mouth a perfect O as the heat dances along that line, where leather lash and supple flesh have met. There is a long pause, too long, the pain increases, and just as I dare to relax, just a little, it kisses me again. Four more times that lash heats my ass cheeks, the tip biting in, the lines of pain meshing into one deep dark mass of tortured skin. Limply hanging, barely able to pull in a full breath, I watch, wide eyed, nostrils flared as he comes to stand in front of me. He reaches up, rips the sun warmed metal shields from my nipples, and I start to beg, my voice a high keening, "Nooooo!" My legs scissoring together, rubbing my pussy lips on each other, my heart not beating as I contemplate what he is about to do. He comes close, and whispers in my ear, if your pussy is dry, if you are not wet from this whipping, I will stop now. But if you are wet and wanting, I will stripe your breasts with my last four strokes." He turns the whip around, the handle long and thick, he thrusts it between my legs, wiggling back and forth until with a groan, a long low moan, my thighs part, swollen cunt lips draping wide as he thrusts that handle deep inside. It slides easily all the way in, and he starts to fuck me with it. "If you beg me to whip your breasts, I will fuck you until you come, but if you don't beg, I will stop now." His hand ceases movement. The handle buried deep in me, pressing painfully at my back wall, almost held aloft by that thick dark phallic handle. I bite my bottom lip, biting back the words that I know I must speak, as I writhe on the impaling handle. As he starts to withdraw it, I scream, "Please whip my breasts, whip my breasts until you can't whip them anymore, please, oh please, let me cum!" His hand works fast and hard, long deep strokes, the plug in my ass dancing as it rubs on the whip's handle. My body contorts, legs jack-knifing upwards, my weight coming fully down on that long handle as I scream in release, a long high wail as my pussy erupts in a torrent of juices, they splash out, spilling over his whip, drenching his hand, puddling on the ground under me. He pulls the handle from my body, offers it up to my lips, to kiss, "Clean this for me, now." his voice almost menacing, and my mouth opens, eagerly sucking, licking off the sweet nectar. I tear into it with my teeth, trying to keep it in my mouth, delaying the lashing of my breasts. He yanks it free...takes up his position and says, "Beg for the kiss of the whip." I look at my Master, and see him smiling, nodding, giving me permission to be the pain slut that I am. My voice quivering as I beg, "Please, Sir, please whip my breasts." My hips pistoning forward as I thrust, my breasts swaying with the movement, and then.... The blossoming of pain as the whip finds its mark, the little tail landing squarely on my nipple. The sound registering in my ears, after the sensation of having my nipple sliced open dances along fired up nerve endings. Three more times that whip stings my nipples, my body bucking obscenely, my pussy spewing forth, an eruption of cum as my body turns the pain to pleasure. The next eruption of sound is the clapping and cheering as the would be bidders watch, waiting for what will happen next. A smile plays over my lips as I hear the sound of a vibrator, close to me, I look and see the magic wand, its familiar hum sending a thrill through my body. It is pressed tight to my spread pussy, it dances on my clit, and a shudder rolls over me. The loud speakers blare, "Strap those vibrators in place, lets see who can cum the most times over the next 30 minutes. Winner gets to be auctioned off first." And as the trumpet blares, a harness is placed over the wand and fastened around my hips. I thrust at it, longing for the vibrator to rub over my clit. The first orgasm hits hard, my body rocking to the wand, its constant pressure, the vibrations rocketing over my clit. Breathing hard, I pant and grunt, eyes wide as the second orgasm peaks, making me scream out loud. My eyes wide, staring straight ahead at my Master, watching him rub at his growing cock, a wet spot seeping through his pants. The wand never ceasing its drone, still pressed tight to me, the cum seeping up, lubricating my clit, the wand buzzing noisily, wetly and as the third orgasm pulls a long low moan out, the loud speaker says, "Five minutes." My mind casts around inside my head, only five minutes, I will not survive 30 minutes at this rate, and with a primal grunt, the fourth orgasm is ripped from my belly, my guttural groans echoing on the air. As the wand grinds over my clit, my body starts thrashing, once trying to rub on the bulbous head, now trying to dislodge it from its home in my pussy. My swollen cunt lips wrapping possessively around it, kissing it as it delivers the next orgasm, painful as my cunt contracts on itself, muscles dancing a macabre tango. I lock eyes with him, lips forming the word no, only to be stolen away along with the very breath my lungs were trying to inhale..and I start to scream, primal, like a wounded animal as I faintly hear "20 minutes." Long before the trumpet heralded the end of the cum fest, my body had ceased to do anything but quiver, my lips dry, lungs scorched from screaming, the sudden silence as the plug was pulled on the wand almost deafening. The harness being unbuckled, like gunshots, rapid fire, and as the wand was peeled away from my swollen lips, away from my throbbing clit, my scream rang out, loud, clear as I climaxed a final time. His mouth on mine, stealing the scream, breathing life into my lungs, my entire being quaking, shaken, but not yet broken. I pull back, eyes boring into his, demanding him to save me from whatever else this freak show has in mind. He smiles, smooths my hair, caresses my cheek and without warning, a soft smile still on his lips, he reaches down and pinches, tweaks and twists my tortured clit. My howls as my wanton and traitorous body spew hot cum over his hand, the bucking and twisting of my body, seems to hush the entire arena. Mine are the only howls of pain, of pleasure, of orgasmic bliss. As my voice dies out, just the panting and gasping as I try to pull air into fiery hot lungs, the loud speaker comes to life once more... "There is your winner...the biggest cunt of all, or should I say the cunt who cummeth the most..." And all eyes turn to me. My heart pounding as the bidding begins. The auctioneer spewing his words so fast that I cannot keep up, my head swimming, dreading the outcome. I do not want to go anywhere without him, without my Master to keep me safe. The trumpet blares and the sound of the auctioneer once again rings out loud through the arena. 22 more times, the slaves are auctioned off and finally there is silence. It is brief, the sound of the announcer once more giving direction. "Collect your slaves, and remember , keep those cameras rolling, we will be watching all from here." He comes close to me, kisses me and tells me, "Behave...it is only for an hour, and I will be watching, don't disappoint me." A man approaches, walks around me, touching me, prodding at my flushed skin, leans into lick my ass cheek, I can hear him suck in a breath. He circles round and comes to stand in front of me, "I have purchased you, and for the next hour, you are my possession to do with as I see fit. Do you understand?" I nod, dropping my eyes to the ground. He steps closer, grabs my nipple and squeezes hard, "I asked you a question, answer me now!" Gulping back the sob, I find my voice, "Yes, Sir, I understand." A quiet whimper slips over my lips and I see him frown at me. He snaps his fingers and a man appears at his side..."Outfit her appropriately and deliver her to my room." He turns and walks away. My Master slips in to give my bottom a pat, and whispers in my ear, "I will be watching you, look over there." The Carnal Clubs Auction My eyes follow the direction his finger points and I see a huge screen has been erected on one wall of the courtyard. It is showing scenes of slaves being delivered to the buyers. The adornments and outfits are varied. A slave outfitted as a pony. As a nurse. As a baby, complete with diaper. My attention pulled away from the screen as I hear the attendant clearing his voice, "Just stay still and this won't hurt too much." He pushes a gag into my mouth and fastens the strap around my head. There is a cock shaped piece of rubber that protrudes into my mouth, pushing my tongue down, making it impossible to swallow and I feel the saliva building already. Gagging slightly, I feel the sting of his hand on my breast, "Relax, no gagging, at least not yet." and with that he chuckles. I breathe in and out, in and out through my nose. Managing to calm that gag reflex as I wonder at his words. A soft leather collar is affixed around my neck, snug, but not tight. My hands are finally let down and I roll my stiffened shoulder muscles. He places a cuff around each wrist and then fastens the cuffs to the collar. I pull at them, to find they are very secure, allowing me very little movement. A pair of clamps soon find their way on my nipples and I squirm against the gag, unable to even scream. The sound of a clip, and then the tug at my neck as I am pulled down, until I am on my hands and knees. Warmed oil on my ass, and once more, I am adorned with a butt plug tail, the soft swish of the long leather falls tickling my thighs. "Come along little one." and I am forced to crawl, the tail swinging, breasts swaying, the clamps on my nipples jingling, the bells ringing out. At last I am delivered to my Master of the hour. I am thinking that after what I just endured, that not another thing can be done to me that will make me scream like I have been. I am lulled into a sense of almost peaceful subservience. The sounds of the room are not threatening at all, and I am starting to relax, breathe deep through my nose, tight muscles uncoiling. His voice booming in the near silence, "We are going to play doctor. I am the mad scientist, bent on experimenting with soft womanly flesh...and you my dear are my laboratory rat." I suck in a panicked breath, gagging as I try to swallow, the punishment is swift. My ass is hit with a cane, the sound dull as it thuds on my bottom, but the pain instantaneous. My howl muffled by the cock like gag. "Control your breathing, no gagging!" A sob gurgles wetly in my throat, and I cringe, waiting for the next slap of the cane. Instead the blindfold is removed and I blink in the bright light. Several cameras are set up around the room, to get every angle of my next humiliation. My hands still attached to the collar, I am helped up and guided into a gynecological chair. My legs spread wide and strapped into the stirrups, my chest strapped down so that I cannot move. I look up to find the ceiling covered with mirrors reflecting my most degrading of positions, my ass and pussy pulsing, my swollen clit standing up as if seeking attention. He wheels a tray of shiny metal items close and takes up position between my spread legs, rolling back and forth on his stool. He leers up at me, and licks his lips. "Are you prepared for a thorough examination? You can just nod, it seems like you have something stuck in your throat." He reaches up and pushes the cock into my mouth, and then he attaches a hose to the outside. I can hear the air being pumped, and my eyes fly wide as the cock grows longer, thicker, completely filling my mouth, until I am gagging uncontrollably. My body convulsing in the chair, straining at the ties. My head starts to thrash side to side. My eyes wide, fearful as I can't get my throat under control. Thick saliva pushing past the gag, hot as it drips over my chin. "Strap her head down!" he demands of his assistant. The wide leather strap is cool on my fevered forehead, pulling my head down, so that I can only look up at the mirror, see what this mad doctor is going to do to me. He rubs a slippery lotion onto my nipples and then I watch as he slips a clear cylinder over each taut nipple. My eyes are wide in amazement as I watch the suction pulling my nipples, watch as they fill the cylinders, pulled a full three inches and the tingle that runs from my nipples to my clit. With a soft 'pop' he pulls the hoses from the cylinders and I see them bobbing up and down, moving with every breath I take. "Now, as soon as you cum for me, I will remove your gag so that you may breathe easier, and so that our entire audience can hear your screams of pain, as you beg to be released from this chair of torment." I cannot even shake my head no, I am immobile and can only stare straight up. See my body splayed wide for his every whim. He lubes up a speculum, and slips it into my pussy, with a ratcheting sound, he opens it wide. He peers in, then starts to probe with his fingers. An unfamiliar sensation rolls over me, and I start to gag at this strange, almost painful pressure in my cunt. "I am going to fuck your peehole. Have you ever had your urethra fucked before?" My nostrils flare wide, I know that that is a very small opening and none too forgiving of being stretched. "I take it by the wild look of fear on your face that the answer is no...I look forward to being your first. It is so pink and wanting, staring back at me from your lovely smooth cunt." He picks a long thin rod from his tray and lubes it. He slides it over my clit, making me stiffen slightly and then slides in into my pee hole. The sensation is strange, not altogether unpleasant, but gives me a slight little buzz. He pushes it in and out, slowly, lingering on the in strokes, slowly pulling back. He pulls it free and reaches for a slightly thicker one...it stings as it pushes in, and he fucks me again...slowly. As he reaches for the next one, considerably larger in dimension, I start gagging again, panic racing through me, this one will hurt. He chuckles. "It is stretching quite nicely, but you are afraid this is too big?" I whimper in response and I watch as he puts it back down, and reaches for a long flexible tube. "Do you know what this is? Oh, never mind I will tell you and all of our audience. This is a catheter, if is going to spear right through and into your bladder. The unique thing about this catheter, is that it not only removes the pee from your bladder, but I can push whatever liquid I like up into your bladder." My hips try to lift off the chair, but to no avail. I am hopelessly bound, only my eyes allowed the freedom of movement. He pushes the long thin rubber tube slowly, the slight pressure as it breaches my bladder almost pleasant. He then grabs a syringe and fills the bulb that is lodged deep inside me up, so that it will not slip out. He directs the end into a bucket, opens the tap, and I can feel my bladder emptying, the feeling rather pleasant. I relax slightly in the chair, until that empty feeling reverses, my bladder is being bloated. A cool liquid starts to trickle up and into my bladder, the feeling strange, almost pleasant. I moan into the gag, my tongue wrapping around the cock like rubber. He smiles at me, then says, "You need to cum and soon so that I can remove the gag and let everyone hear your screams." He dips down between my thighs and I feel his tongue snaking along my ass crack. He pushes at the plug in my ass and with a squelch, pull it free. My muscles locking as the large plug slides out, stretching my elastic ring. His tongue pushes in, licking that sensitive inner lining and almost as if a switch has been flipped, I orgasm, gagging on the cock, my ass spasming on his tongue, my pussy pouring its sweetest of oils. He pulls free, an looks at me grinning, "Remove the gag." The assistant releases the air from the bulb, my mouth shrinking around it, gasping in a gulp of air as the cock shrinks. The strap is released and cool air floods my mouth. My chest heaving with the sheer joy of post orgasmic bliss, and the rush of cool air. Panting, watching the 'doctor,' wary of what he has in mind, contemplating just what he is going to do to make me scream. He leans over me, taking a kiss, his tongue deep in my mouth, sucking the air from me. My body immobile, unable to pull away, feeling light headed as he sucks the last bit of breath from my body. He runs his hands over my body, pinching my nipples, as I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down, holding back the low groan that threatens to slip out. I watch as he tugs at the hose that snakes deep into my bladder, the slight pressure almost painful, almost pleasurable. He releases the valve, my bladder quickly emptying its foreign content, the sound loud as it splashes into the metal bowl. He releases the liquid trapped in the balloon that held the catheter in place and starts to tug gently on it. My eyes go wide, fear dancing in them as the pain blossoms. My piss hole being ripped open and his long chuckle assaulting my ears. "Maybe I didn't quite get all the liquid out of the bulb...it will only hurt until I can pull it free." With that declaration he tugs, a slow but insistent pressure, the hot pain exploding in my brain and my scream, so mournful it is foreign as it hits my ears. It seems like forever, the pain growing, ripping my delicate urethra open, stretching that virginal passage, and then, with a final tug, it pulls free. The instant absence of pain bringing on its own pleasure and to my horror, my body rockets to a climax, once more spewing precious liquids. He grins at me as I struggle to catch my breath, licking his lips, he bends his head between my thighs, licking at my clit, flicking faster and faster until I cum again. Painful contractions wracking my body, unable to move, the bonds so tight. He stands and looks at me, taking his cock in his hand and starts to stroke...hard and fast, then with a moan, his spunk jets from his bulbous head, landing on my belly, dripping the hot thick gobs all over me. I watch, his eyes glazed, his own bliss making him moan, growl almost like an animal. He flicks his cock, back and forth, letting the last droplets fly through the air, and with a groan, he tucks his limp tool back into his pants. His voice husky, "I didn't buy you to fuck you in the classic sense, but rather to ply my 'doctoring' skills. Did I mention that my name is Dr. Sharp. Do you want to know why?" I nod, almost imperceptible, my head strapped so tightly in the chair, the wide leather strap keeping me held down, vulnerable. "I like to use these." he holds up a pair of long sharp needles. My heart stops. My eyes darting around the room. The fear that had almost dropped to a dull throbbing in the pit of my stomach flaring up, firing the receptors in my brain and I scream, "NOOOOO!" His maniacal laughter ringing out loudly, covering my cries, my denial of what is to come. His hands cold as they caress my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and the cool splash of disinfectant as it splashes over my throbbing peaks. He moves the camera that is broadcasting this torment to the arena, making sure that they will get a good view of my breasts. He pinches my right nipple with a pair of forceps, the pain sharp, the pleasurable feelings making my pussy wetter, my hips trying to move up and down, held in place by those leather straps. He pierces through, slowly pushing the needle, my eyes watching on the mirrored ceiling, almost disconnected from my body. As the needle pushes all the way through, the sharp end with a single drop of blood staring at me in the mirror, my lungs release with a howl. The pain finally registering, my body sweating as I struggle in the bonds. My scream splitting the air, wrenched from deep in my belly as the second needle starts to push at my left nipple, the slight dimple as breast flesh resists, for just a moment, and then the slow push through, the outward bulge of that sensitive nipple. Watching, mesmerized as the needle tip glistens, both nipples speared straight through. A sense of relief, short lived as he attaches the jewellery to the needle and pulls it through, right and then left. My breathing sounding like I have just run a marathon. Unable to take in a full breath. The trumpet blares in the background and I am released at last from the table. My body aching all over, my nipples on fire as the weight of the baubles pulls at them. The assistant takes my leash, lets me walk back into the arena. It has been transformed into a banquet hall and I am delivered at last to my Master. The leash is removed and I slump into his welcoming arms. He leads me to the table, holds out the chair for me to sit, and kisses me softly, On my shoulder, on my neck, nibbling at my ear before claiming my lips. A soft sigh escapes and he breathes it in. "I loved watching you, you were magnificent. I can't wait to have you alone and test those newly adorned nipples." I lower my eyes, and reply in a whisper, "Thank you, this was amazing."