Been a while since i added to this. I have had some very flattering emails so I thought Angela's night should continue
Angela surveyed the room of masked men.
Bids were being made, each number thrown out across the room at her captor indicating an interest in furthering her humiliation.
Richard had ensured that she was fully aware of what was going on... about the feast he was putting on for these men... a feast where she was the main course. A menu of sexual deeds for a room full of complete strangers who were now assigning monetary figures to her holes.
Angela was resigned to the fact that a large proportion of these men would be entering her at some point tonight. What's more it sounded like most of them were going to have unprotected sex with her as well. Her most sacred place that until 2 days ago was the sole property of her loving husband was now to have many men's seed gushing around inside of her.
Hate entered her being. Shame entered her being.
These feelings were overpowering her as she looked around the room at these men in various states of undress... These feelings were ever present as she tested her restraints to see if she could break free if she wanted to...
These two emotions screamed almost as loudly as the bids bouncing around the room.
Her hate wasn't directed outward and neither was her shame. Her shame of being a piece of meat on an auction block was making her horny... and she hated that she wanted it to continue.
Several drops of pussy juice had made their way down her inner thighs and she was sure everyone in the room knew that her mind was loving what was happening.
"Any last bids?" Angela snapped back into the moment. "I'm throwing it back to the floor for one final time. Remember the top five bids stand." One hole penetrative sex going once... twice..." Richard paused for theatrical effect. "Sold. Gentlemen can you hold up your numbers please." Angela now noticed each of these men had what looked like ping pong paddles with numbers on them to identify them. It was like a genuine auction house, everything done professionally. She wondered how many times this had been done as it seemed so routine, so well rehearsed and so polished.
"Congratulations gentlemen," Richard stepped forward. First course has totaled almost $2700. With Nigel taking top spot with $1k.
A round of applause briefly filled the room.
Richard leaned over to Angela and whispered in her ear "I think you best be ready for some activity past tonight. We have never raised so much in such a short period of time and as I said earlier when we hit a certain target it becomes a multi-night event." He began to free her wrists from above her and reattach them to her collar. "Nigel and I go way back. He's another member of the 9" brigade. A nice way for you to start."
A middle age black man wearing only a smile and a balaclava stepped forward. Already sporting an erection. Veins visibly engorged along his black member. He paused in front of her. "You like?" Angela's eyes were wide and focused on what was only the second black cock she had ever seen first hand. This one was about the same length as Richards but it was darker... somehow it looked more menacing with a pronounced curve along the full length.
Richard and Nigel helped Angela to the floor and released he ankles from the spreader bar. "No need for you to bang your head slut." There was that word again. Is that what she had been reduced to? A slut? And more disturbing than anything... was she loving it?
"Nah... there will be plenty of time for banging tonight. And I for one am looking forward to banging your throat soon u filthy white cunt." This caught her off guard. Until this point it had been almost cordial. This guy was crass. This voice was almost aggressive. She looked to see a skinny olive-skinned guy approaching. "I get you soon bitch. This is going down your throat." Then she saw it. It certainly wasn't as thick as they cock which was just about to enter her but it was long. Obscenely long. It was only at half mast but already it was the longest cock she had ever seen. "and bitch... I'm only the second longest in the club. Tony's wouldn't make it down your throat, it's way too thick. Have fun Nige." He gave an almost comical thumbs up to Nigel, took two steps back and started slowly stroking himself hard as another feeling entered Angela.
This was a feeling of fullness. Nigel had struck home in one violent shove. A scream through her ball gag was met with cheers from the room. "Wow guys. She's fucking wet. So tight too. Her cunt feels like hot silk. And I can feel her clenching me." He drew back slowly and threw another hard thrust up her well lubricated pussy. Another scream, slightly muted this time, more a moan than scream. Another thrust. Another moan.
"Oh no," she thought. "I'm going to cum... I'm enjoying this."
Nigel started a rhythmic pace. Slow... almost casual. Each time removing his cock out of her and firmly back in. Her moans meeting each thrust. She raised her legs around his back in an embrace. This way she could control the action a little. This was helping her focus on her own orgasm. Forgetting the room full of men who were there for only one purpose.
Two sets of hands grabbed her ankles and wrestled them wide. Securing them to ropes attached to furniture.
"Oh no Angela. None of that now," it was Richard. "You are an object for us to use. How WE choose. Our speed. Our slut."
Nigel upped the speed. Angela started to cum.
"I can feel her cunt twitching guys. She's loving this."
Richard unclasped her ball gag. She grabbed a few deep breaths and wet her lips. " Oh God Richard..." she breathed in his direction. He got down on his knees and leant into her, "are you trying to say something my dear?"
Her orgasm abated. Nigel kept thrusting. Almost conversationally . Not hurried. Each thrust seemingly going deeper".