The Auction
The dance lights lit up the side corridors beyond their ornate columns using every surreal shade of color, from bright magenta to lime green to psychedelic blue. Abbey felt the unease rising through her bones though. It had been over two months since Vick and his buddy Dmitri had broken into her house and forced her to have mind-blowing submissive sex with them. After so much time had passed she had almost expected that she'd never hear from them again...
Until randomly out of nowhere last week she'd received the call - Vick's raspy voice on the other end.
"Be ready at 11PM next Friday night. Wear whatever you want. We're taking you to a club. This will be a date night you'll never forget." Then he'd hung up, BAM. No explanation, just tantalizing questions.
Now, this very night as a full moon hung in the sky like a creepy tree ornament, she would get those answers. Part of her feared what those answers might be, but another very naughty, sex-addicted inner self was very much looking forward to it, and the anticipation had been killing her.
Abbey was in her last year of college, and her gorgeous body certainly testified to her youth. She had a slender, athletic body with reasonably sized 34C breasts that looked extra large given her lithe figure. Her long, dark hair hung in lustrous tendrils a little past her well-toned shoulders. She was an eye-catcher because of her long legs and her cute face certainly completed the picture. The one thing she had always lacked was self-confidence - the forwardness to get or take what she wanted.
But Vick and Dmitri had shown her a different world that fateful night nearly two months ago. They'd shown her that being submissive could be just as fun, just as rewarding...that submitting itself COULD, ironically enough, be FREEING.
Those thoughts mingled in her head as Vick and Dmitri ushered her through the inner door to the 'VIP only' section of the club. The security guards opened the iron-latticework gate and motioned them down a side tunnel. The booming audio on the dance floor receded, muted by thick walls of concrete as they wound down a staircase, deeper into the night club's underbelly. Abbey had been vaguely aware of the name 'Shadowcat' on the nightclub's outer door. As they ventured deeper into the depths, the music became muted enough that Abbey could finally hear herself think. She thought she might actually have a chance of being heard now.
"Where are we going?"
Neither Vick, the tall Midwesterner nor Dmitri the shorter and stockier Russian, deigned to answer. They simply grunted and barked at her to keep moving.
Finally they came to the final landing, entering into a wide, high-ceilinged chamber maybe three hundred feet long and roughly half as wide. There was a large stage at one end and circular tables spread all around the area just in front of it. Farther back there were spacious cages raised up on platforms, and inside the cages were all manner of sex furniture and toys - chains dangling from the ceiling, wooden horses with giant dildos protruding from the crossbeam, whips, electroshock wands and riding crops suggestively placed for any hand to grasp.
Four massive security guards greeted them.
"Vick, Dmitri. I see you brought us some fresh meat today."
"You bet," Vick grinned. "Get her ready for the auction. She's all yours."
"A-Auction?" Abbey stammered. "What do you mean?"
Suddenly big hands were taking off her clothes. Her miniskirt and panties were tugged to her ankles, and two other sets of hands were taking off her tank top and bra. She squirmed and protested as the four hulking guards undressed her without ceremony, leaving her to stand as naked as the day she was born. Her pink nipples pebbled in the cool air of the underground chamber. Her pussy twitched with anticipation as she realized that most of the men and women in the crowd were stark naked.
"Oh god. Where am I?" she said, half to herself and half to the gigantic security guards. The leader of the guards had a nametag which read 'Jamal.' Jamal slowly glided his hand across her perfectly shaped ass cheeks. His other hand found her pebbled nipples, giving each one a firm pinch that shot like a jolt through her aching breasts, only stoking her arousal more.
"AAhhh! Stop it," she moaned, even as her body seemed to scream 'Yes! More!' Two of Jamal's cronies took her by each arm and began hauling her toward the stage. She could just make out other shapes in the distance. She couldn't yet tell who all was on the stage, but she had a sinking feeling she could venture a pretty accurate guess. Were there other helpless women who had been dragged up on that stage already, and was that her destination too?
As the two big security guards thrust her up on stage, she realized that there were at least fifteen to twenty gorgeous females on stage with her, all free of any clothing and all with their wrists chained in front of them. Some of them had adornments around their necks - slender leather collars, shiny and black.
She sputtered another protest when a huge, cruel-looking man with his entire upper body covered in tattoos depicting beasts and monsters came over to her, roughly snapping shackles into place around her delicate wrists and yanking her into what seemed to be a line facing the audience.
"Welcome to Hell, cute little BITCH." Tattoo Man leered at her, his one hand cupping her dark thatch as he stroked her clit with his thumb.
"UUhhh! What...where am I?" Abbey was scared, but she was also incredibly turned on. Seeing all those horny men and women in the audience, she wondered where Vick and Dmitri might be. Had this all been part of their sadistic plan? To share her with some of their friends here at the club? Why did the thought of being passed around among all those men with their raging, rigid cocks excite her more than frighten her?
Abbey whimpered as Tattoo Man's hot breath warmed her cheek. His fingers were gently teasing her labia and flicking across her mons.
"You like having your pussy fingered, cunt? Tell Master Jax what you like."
"Please, Sir...what's going to happen to me?" Her voice quivered, and she hated herself for it.
"We're having an auction, bitch! Can't you tell? These fine gentlemen in the audience here are going to bid on the finest pussies, including YOU. Then you go with the man we sell you to for the night...and fulfill his darkest fantasies." Jax rumbled with a dark, cruel laugh, smacking Abbey's ass hard as he walked away to inspect the girls along the rest of the line. Abbey stood staring out at the throngs of fully aroused males sprinkled with more than a few females, wondering just how many men were currently appreciating her helpless, sexy body laid bare. Her pussy was warm with arousal, practically slickening with fluid already, and her nipples stood at attention while an aching lust surged in her young breasts.
"I take it you're a newbie?" Abbey turned, surprised to see a mesmerizingly beautiful girl looking at her intently. She had this exotic look, and her accent had a faint Brazilian touch, if Abbey had to guess. The woman's dark hair hung almost all the way to her waist in long, lustrous strands. Her breasts were impressively large, and she sported a belly button ring which accentuated her flat belly to perfection.
"I'm Sharina." The girl awkwardly shoved her shackled hands out to clasp Abbey's in greeting.
"Abbey." The overwhelmed young woman bit her lip and surveyed the audience. She was so full of questions, she almost didn't know where to start. "So...you've done this before?"
Sharina's smile was both seductive and smoldering. "You have no idea. My boyfriend Diego takes me here for special occasions. He loves filming me, watching other men fuck me as I scream and cream up on random men's cocks." Sharina's smile widened as she saw Abbey's eyes grow big as saucers.
"Don't look so surprised, cunt. We can't all be goody-two-shoes prissy little bitches living in our suburban bubbles." Unsure if Abbey had offended Sharina by her earlier reaction, she began to mumble an apology. But the worldly woman giggled and just shook her head.
"I'm just messing with you, babe. You're going to enjoy yourself tonight, just be ready for anything and remember - just go with it! Okay?"
Abbey nodded, trying to ignore the dryness in her mouth and the uptick in her heartbeat, her heart now pounding through her chest as if it was a prison from which it had to escape.
"Who knows," Sharina mused with a faint grin, "we might even get bought by the same Master. Wouldn't that be fun?" The sexy Brazilian girl winked at Abbey as she sauntered farther down the line and out of earshot, looking out into the crowd, probably for a glimpse of her boyfriend, Abbey guessed.
The next hour or so was sheer torture as Abbey felt like a piece of chattel put on the auction block - something she realized wasn't too far from the truth. A booming, strident male voice opened up the bidding as Jax walked up and down the line of slave girls, highlighting the 'feminine merchandise' with a riding crop as each girl's sale started a new bidding war among the crowd. Abbey's palms began to sweat more and more heavily as the auction went down the line...as finally they came to HER.
"Feast your eyes on this fine specimen, gentlemen. She's the last sale of the evening, so take a good, long look." As the auctioneer described her physical attributes in lush detail, Jax slowly trailed the tip of the riding crop across her chest, trailing it down her smooth belly until the crop skipped to the apex of her thighs.
