It was dark when Sophie awoke. The first thing she noticed was that she had been cleaned and moisturised whilst asleep.
Everywhere.
Her body felt abused but also flushed with energy and vitality. It had always been a fantasy of hers to be gangbanged without her consent, the more depraved the better. She had confessed these fantasies to George, heart pounding as she awaited his outraged response. But, to her surprise and delight, not only did he not judge her for them, he enthusiastically encouraged them. It was clear to see from how quickly his cock thickened that he was as turned on as she was by the idea of her being used in the worst way. This was such a release for her - she felt she could explore and develop these fantasies without being disloyal to George.
It was another thing entirely to have them come true, yet she knew with absolute confidence that George would not be mad at her, only keen to hear the details and wildly jealous that he was not a participant in the gangbang. But then, through the fog of her brain, she recalled the WhatsApp message that she had sent with the picture of herself smiling contentedly, covered in 11 men's cum. That message was sent to a phone
in this room
. Surely, it couldn't be...
The second thing Sophie noticed, an instant after the first, was what had awoken her. An insistent, delicious buzzing in her pussy and on her clit. The pace of the initiation earlier hadn't allowed her to give a second thought to the vibrator that Marie had inserted. Curious, and with the familiar horniness rising in her as the buzz did its work, her hand crept down to her pussy and felt the metallic end of the vibrator resting on her clit. Continuing down, she felt a flexible piece of silicon bend into the folds of her pussy, and as she slipped a finger inside her pussy she could feel another piece of metal on the other end of the silicon, buzzing against the front wall of her pussy.
The vibrator had remained in place despite the ravaging her pussy had experienced earlier. This was a sophisticated piece of kit, and her mind drifted as to whether she and George would be allowed to keep it. With a lurch, though, she realised that they could only make use of it midweek; she was to be sold as a slut for every weekend for the next year. Still...giving George control over the vibratory during Thursday date nights would be a great way to sign off on George's lovemaking before she handed herself over to her new owner on a Friday evening.
Sophie's wandering mind was brought back to the room with a jolt. If the vibrator was running, she needed to find the auctioneer to do his bidding. Urgently. With a panic, she realised that this was her first real test, and that she needed to impress in order to have any hope of being sold for a high enough price. Without thinking beyond this, Sophie leapt out of bed, wrenched open the door of the office and ran out into the main part of the warehouse. As the door banged closed behind her, she froze in shock. Whereas when she had entered the warehouse a few hours ago it had been deserted, it was now full of people lifting several large cages from a waiting truck into the loading bay. All of whom had turned and looked directly at her. And whereas she had entered the office fully clothed, she left the office completely naked, save for an insistently vibrating pussy adornment...and an unfamiliar wristband. Dimly she remembered that, in her freshly fucked state a few hours ago, Marie had slipped this on her wrist. Burning with curiosity, she momentarily forgot how exposed she was in the warehouse, and studied the wristband. A digital wraparound display simply said 25500. Confused, Sophie stared at it to see if it was some sort of countdown, but the figures stared unblinkingly back at her.
A wolf whistle abruptly brought her back to the situation around her. The men and women unloading the cages had stopped their work and were turning to stare at her. Some of the bolder ones were walking towards her, or beckoning her to them. Much as Sophie's pussy was calling out for new and fresh cum, she retained enough control to recognise that she needed to find the auctioneer if she was to do the best thing by George. With a jolt of nervous anticipation she saw him striding purposefully from one door to another on the other side of the warehouse, gruffly instructing a smaller man by his side.
With a lurch, Sophie realised that the only way to reach the man was to walk directly across the warehouse, through the group of people who had been unloading the cages just a moment ago. Marie's parting comment: "You did well" rang in her ears, and the pride she still felt from Marie's approval emboldened her to step out from the office doorway and to walk directly towards the people on the warehouse floor.
Although Sophie's only purpose at this moment was to reach the auctioneer, the staff on the warehouse floor took her walk towards them as an invitation, or an acceptance of their repeated vocal requests for her to suck or fuck them. As she kept her eyes on the door the auctioneer had stepped into, she could feel hands touching, stroking and grabbing her all over her body. She had recently admitted to George that she found him irresistible when he stroked her bum or her breasts, and George had recounted in turn that he knew he needed only three strokes of her pussy before any resistance to him melted and she would happily fuck him whenever, and wherever, they found themselves.
Here, her resolve was far more sorely tested. Hands were stroking her breasts, bum, back and pussy, and she felt fingers pinch and tweak her nipples. The insistent and delicious vibrations, and the attention of the crowd she was walking through, caused her pussy juices to flow and coat her thighs once again. She felt fingers slither over her clit, slip inside her pussy and, freshly lubricated in her pussy juices, probe her bumhole. It took every shred of her determination to keep walking, rather than to get on her hands and knees and direct a cock to each of her holes, but soon enough she found herself at the door she had seen the auctioneer disappear into. She fumbled the door handle for a moment and by the time she managed to turn the handle and tumble into the room, she had at least five fingers inside her, three in her pussy and two in her ass, and she was ready to fuck anything that moved.
"You're late" said the auctioneer with a dark, forbidding glance as he pressed a button in his palm and the delicious vibrations ceased. "Marie speaks highly of you, but all I saw in the office earlier was an enthusiastic slut. Those sorts of auction items are common and therefore don't fetch a high price; you'd be surprised by how many young women are desperately eager to be enslaved. As far as I can see, you should be paying us for the privilege of being sold at Pietre et Savou, not the other way around. Or am I wrong?" He glanced at her with a sneer. She worked as hard as she could to keep the contempt from her face. She knew she was more than that. She knew she was good enough to break auction records. If he didn't believe that, she would just prove him wrong.
With anger coursing through her body, she advanced and, with as much confidence as she could muster, she said, "You're wrong. And I can prove it to you."
"Oh you can, can you? Fine, I'll give you half an hour to prove that I am not wasting my time making you the centrepiece of Saturday's auction. You can start with this." The auctioneer had unzipped his trousers as he was speaking, and released the most beautiful cock Sophie had ever laid eyes on. About the same size and girth as George's, it was rock hard and Sophie could see the blood pumping through the veins on either side. The head was a deep purple and significantly larger than the rest of his cock, and she could already anticipate the satisfying pop she would feel as the head penetrated her.
The time limit played perfectly into Sophie's competitive streak, and despite her contempt for the auctioneer she wasted no time, immediately dropping to her knees, pushing the man's trousers fully off, spreading his legs and licking the full length of his cock. It even
tasted
delicious. She knew what her objective was for the next half an hour - for the auctioneer to
