The sound of a scuffle returned Laura to business, Miranda and a group of girls were struggling to drag Ryan onto the stage. He was wild with anger, flailing his arms and shouting in protest. A primitive barbarian. Laura walked over and simply threw her heeled foot into his groin. He went down hard and was dragged long the stage to begin proceedings.
"Sometimes, you just want to smash a guy in the balls, am I right?!"
All females cheered and were reassured all was well. As this was happening, Stacey slipped off her panties. They were French knickers, purple lace and soaked with lust. As Laura introduced lot 3, Stacey tried to stuff them in Ryan's vulgar mouth to act as a gag but Ryan would not go down without a fight.
"Get off me you black bitch! Fuck off back to Africa!"
The room went silent. Laura and every other woman in the room turned to scowl at Ryan. He felt his dick shrivel. He looked up at the beautiful Stacey, whose gorgeous big breasts he secretly wanked over, her face was one of wrath. He had awoken a vengeful vixen.
His face was thrown sideways with her powerful slap. His mouth was pulled open and her panties forced in. He tried to scream but could only release a muffle as he chewed down on her lacy underwear. It was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him and yet he secretly realised he was getting excited by his forced submission. He could taste Stacey in his mouth, he wanted to spread her legs and bury his face into that black pussy.
But Stacey had other plans for him. She was now binding his hands behind his back. His head swirled, what could he do to escape? A chair was placed on the stage. Stacey went into her bag and brandished something that made the crowd gasp, a large pink vibrator. Holding it upright on the chair, Miranda and Laura realised Stacey's plan and took Ryan by the arms. He shook and throbbed but the girls had him held tight. He was forced down onto the vibrator and tied to the chair. Cheers erupted as tears stung his eyes at the pain. The scissors were retrieved and Stacey went about roughly cutting away his fancy suit. The close proximity of her body, her intoxicating perfume, the authority she displayed over him, it was too much for him, when his boxers were cut away, he was brandishing a pitifully small erection.
"So it is true! White guys do have tiny dicks!!" Stacey declared
The crowd fell about laughing at Stacey's defeat of him. A ruler was presented and Stacey announced it was a mere four inches! As the cameras flashed Ryan turned red with shame. He knew it was five not four, the bitch had taken an inch off him. She placed her face next to his, looked deep into his eyes and smiled. He would never be allowed to forget his downfall. She kissed his forehead, slapped the offending white erection and let Laura take the floor.
Now naked and secure in the chair, the auction could begin.
It was obvious from the bids that Ryan, after his racist outburst, was going to suffer the delight of being bought by one of the black women of the office. Stacey won the bid, £250 donated to FEM NOW. Untying his arms and legs she simply tilted the chair forward and let Ryan slump to his hands and knees. Hitching up her skirt and flinging a leg over him, she sat on him like a pony;
"Giddy up white boi!"
Cheers and hollering broke out as Ryan crawled on his hands and knees, with Stacey on top, off the stage. A few pointed out his tiny dick was still rock hard. As he clumsily shuffled off the stage, his new mistress whispered in his ear that it was her cousin's hen night tomorrow and she could think of no greater gift than a naked white slave.
For a moment there, Laura had been worried. But Stacey's quick and assertive nature had brought the angry white boy to heel, literally! 'She's wasted as a secretary' mused Laura. As Miranda went to fetch the fourth slave, the music was turned up again and glasses refilled. A cursory look across the room revealed that Olivia was now having Tom lick her heels clean, Bella was greedily jerking Ethan's humungous cock as he kissed her feverishly, hands groping at her breasts and Ryan's little willy was being beaten by the group of black ladies with metal rulers. They had him spread-eagled on the floor. It seemed they were trying to make his little stubborn erection subside. They thrashed at it with the pent up rage of centuries of oppression and hatred. He howled in pain. It was music to Laura. She wondered if he'd ever be able to get hard again after they had finished their torture of his little white dick? She hoped not.
*
The loudest cheer of the night signalled to Laura one thing, Jackson. Undisputedly the hottest man in the office, this was the blue chip prize. Miranda had tied his hands and led this Teutonic demigod up onto the stage. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a body to die for and let's not pretend the girls hadn't noticed a certain bulge in his pants. The desire in the room was palpable, this was the one guy they would gladly fawn over. They longed to expose that cock. All to nothing thus far though. During his time at Osiris, he had displayed a cold and insensitive attitude towards any such advances. Secretly he felt his impeccable breeding was better than any of these low girls - cute as they were - he was destined for a more illustrious match of a trophy wife. But now he was at their mercy. He had been one of the board that had wholeheartedly supported the proposal of a light-hearted charity slave auction. Perhaps he had been a little bit excited for it. But as he looked across the room, fear got the better of him. Tom was lying on the floor naked as his secretary stood on top of him in her heels. Ethan was in between the thighs of some fat old woman, licking like a man possessed. What was happening to Ryan scared him. His friend and co-worker had been tied up, his small dick a blueish pulp as several black ladies cackled as they whacked it with rulers. Was that dick even functional now?
Laura took her time introducing Jackson. Her hands roamed over his rock hard abs. She caressed his tight ass, she openly stuck a hand down his trousers and happily told all bidders it was as big as they had hoped.
"Can I say something please?!" begged Jackson.
Laura considered his appeal, she stood behind him, held him close to her and softly kissed his neck.
"You have the floor sweetie."
