Place The Bid Ch 06

Rani stood in the Masters anti room, it was mid morning and he was at one of his desks doing some papers. She had waited in silence for ten minutes or so, while behind him a television set showed an intimate film of her having sex with the Arab prince; she cringed at the moment when she had been made to pee due to the pressure placed on her bladder.

Her night had been restless, under threat as to whether she should give the name of the man she loved, or face the consequence of being hung by her breasts in front of a crowd of men and then turned over the table to be used as a play pussy for the duration.

The decision was not an easy one, but she had decided that it would be better to provide the name and see what would unfold; she could not face the alternative.

On waking, she was (as ever) woken by one of the house men who washed her in the shower, checked over her body for any evidence of hair and then she was lightly sprayed with oil. As ever, the man never spoke to her, just efficiently went through the ritual. He handed her a pair of white clean socks and some plimsolls, no knickers and then a leather, tight, bra with holes in the front so that her breasts fell out exposed for all to see. He looped a chain through the centre of the bra and led her by it through the corridor to the Master's, where we meet her now. The rings around the bra were slightly too tight and made the breasts torpedo like jut out in front of her, nipples large, round and (after a month of training) standing out magnificently.

The Master looked up.

"One chance, write his name and address here. Fail to do so and you know I will do as I warned."

She wrote it down.

"Don't harm him."

"Why would I, I have a use for him, that IF your information proves correct I will discuss with you..."

A silence fell between the two apart from the Prince on the film behind who was cheering himself as he entered her.

"I have some feedback for you," he took some cards out of a wallet. "This is feedback from customers, a score percentage from our visitors over the last month pertaining to you. I will give you the scores, each one out of ten with relevant comments. Okay....

Tits, 10. Comments that your tits are perfect, full and bounce constantly. Your best feature, set on a tiny frame.

Nipples, 9. Large, erect and toned. They harden up nicely and are sensitive.

Ass, 6. It's a bit flat, not your best feature.

Ass Hole, 8. Your brown eye is well liked, underused, tight, a delight.

Pussy, 9. Tight, young, shaved to perfection, lovely hole, juices up well.

Legs, 7. Nice legs, but you are small. Lovely thighs.

Blow Job ability. 0 Refuses to do one, threatens to bite any penis placed in there.

Overall sex factor, 7."

He passed the cards over but she placed them down without looking. He stood up and walked around her, getting to the back she felt him tighten the holds on her breasts, constricting the base a bit more and she felt them tighten up like inflated balloons ready to pop. Then he allowed them a little more space again and moved to the side of her.

"We know every part of you, inside and out. Not one millimetre of your body is unphotographed by us, I know every bit of you to the centre of your ass hole. Yet Rani, a 7 is a disappointment, you are entering your last month or so with us and you hold back."

She remained quiet.

His hand moved and took her left breast squeezing it, turning it, pushing inward on it until she gasped, then he slapped it and went and sat down again.

"Do you realise that some of our girls make really good money here, they leave rich; we are not beasts - we look after our girls. But you constantly hold back, I have withdrawn you from all privileges, I have cut all drugs, alcohol and bad living from you. You are fitter, better fed and more disciplined, your nipples are the best in the building, yet you give us a seven... Some girls stay with us once their time is up, will you?"

She shook her head slightly. Now silence fell fully as the film had ended and the two of them looked at each other.

He pressed a button and a wynch came down from the ceiling, a hook hanging off it. Rani looked at it and felt a chill. The Master got up and collected some tight cord from his drawer and a pair of cuffs.

"Hands behind your back, I feel like some time with you. It's your tits, I find I am drawn toward them... Look since you have been with us their colour is even, previously the tit itself was slightly lighter as it never got the sun, it's all even now."

He bent down and took off her plimsolls and socks, then having cuffed her hands he proceeded to tightly place the cord around her tits, really tightly this time with a front bow. A mountaineering crampon was then attached through the cord and the wynch hook attached.

"I gave the name,"

She spoke, as fear touched her.

"Yes, and this is not public, I kept my word. But I have a need to play with you. To be fair, this is the game. I ask questions, you answer truthfully and the wynch stays as it is, every question you refuse, or if I think you answered incorrectly, then I turn it and you get lifted. I'd say four turns and you are off the ground, lifted entirely by those tits. And there are no cheating back straps here, they will take all the weight."

Her mouth was dry, she glanced down and she was powerless to do a thing. At this moment her mind was blank, not even hating him, she was scared.

The Master, taking the control panel, sat down and gave one press of the button; the wynch turned once and Rani felt the pull as her breasts lifted up to sit near her neck, painful and full. It hurt, and her breathing became a little more difficult, but her feet were still grounded. She was pulled back by his voice, she felt the smirk that it held.

"Question One: The biggest cock that's ever entered you, and how it felt."

"That guy who works here, he's....I forget, twelve inches? You sent him in to me after the Japanese had bought me in the auction for a time. How was it?...it hurt as he just slammed into me. I cried."

The Master nodded, "yes I recall telling him to hit your cervix hard with that monster of his, however...no turn of the screw."

He pondered a moment, sipped some water and watched her shift her feet, feeling those tits up near her face.

"Why did you only score a 7, when your tits are the best in the building?"

She scowled, something he would find a punishment for.

"It's because... because I don't ever enjoy it. I don't do blow jobs, I hate being here. I won't give myself as the other girls do. I won't smile."

"We have honesty," he nodded. But he went in his drawer and produced a pair of nipple clamps, or grips. These beauties no nipple wriggle free from, and with the state of her tits at present they would hurt; and then hurt more when taken off. She saw him come with them and gasped.

"I keep my side, no turn of the dial while you stay truthful. But that scowl to me before gets punished. You look at me like that again and weights get placed on these too."

The nipples, usually ripe and large, were now jutting outward with the ties. The clamps fastened upon them and a tear formed in her eye that she fought to keep back. The Master gave a tit a squeeze and then sat down again.

"Your sexual fantasy?"

"I have no sexual fantasy."

"Lie..."

He pressed the button and the wynch turned, then Rani felt the tug again on her breasts and she felt lifted so she was on the front part of her feet, still grounded, but the pain on her breasts grew.

"Try again, your sexual fantasy."

Rani struggled, her mind blanked, she needed to think of something quickly.

"Umm, there was one in which...I don't know."

"I see," again he pressed the button and this time Rani was on her toes, perilously trying to keep on the ground. The pressure on her breasts was now immense as they began to take the weight of her body. One more turn and she knew she was off the ground. Her breasts were turning a darker shade, flushed under her tanned skin, she felt tears forming.

"Two more questions, so you will be answering the next one off the ground if you get this wrong. Who is the man on this paper, everything about him please. Have you had sex with him? Cheating your boyfriend with him?"

Her toes tottered forward, she was struggling to maintain balance. "No" she found herself saying, then immediately self corrected as his hand went to the control.

"I mean, I mean, not exactly. He's older than me, works at the University, married, clever, he doesn't really like his wife now. He is my friend and can get me onto the course he is leader for in literature, we haven't had sex....but he massaged my back as I lay there topless and he rubbed oil in my feet, legs and thighs many times, too many to remember..."

The Master was rubbing himself and his penis was now out of his trousers. She implored him to lessen the pressure on her chest.

"No, one more question, then we will see. And, as you know, while you are here those are my tits. They belong to me to do with as I choose. Now last question, tell me about your tits, you know the left swells slightly more than the right. Tell me about the first time they were handled and seen, how old were you, and when did you become aware they were so good?"

Again she nearly fell over, but her mind said not to risk anything on this last question.

"They grew when I was about eleven, quite fast, hurting me and sensitive. Other girls would notice me and swimming even at twelve became a problem as I had boobs...I mean tits (not using the word tits would lead to more punishment from the Master) ...I'm an Indian girl, we are raised on modesty, but, but, when I was fourteen there was a boy called Dean and I was in the field at school kissing him and swapping ciggies. He was nice and I let him pull my tits out to look at, he touched them and pulled my nipple which I didn't like so I put them away."

The Master nodded and pressed the wynch, in a moment the cords relaxed and her feet were back on base. He walked toward her, trousers off, an erect penis poking out of his underwear. Her legs felt weak, but he quickly (expertly) slipped the cords from her breasts and she gasped as she felt the constriction gone.

"Now come and sit on me, come, don't make me regret being soft on you."

He pulled the condom on and sat down, pushing his desk away. She knew what he wanted, but she was dry and knew it would hurt. But this was necessary or he would be angry. With the clamps still pulling on her nipples she went to his knee and sat down, opening her lips so that his penis slipped (uncomfortably) inside. He grunted.

"Here, put these chains in your mouth and do some work."

He lifted her breasts with the clamps, pulling them upward and putting the chain part of each in her mouth. It hurt like hell.

And then he fucked her, watching all the time the swelling of the underside of her tits. The Master had a daily sex routine, usually in the main hall area, it was unusual for him to break routine, but Rani forever tempted him. He didn't like to admit it, but he would miss her.

He shot his load rapidly, and on doing so his urge dissipated.

He took the clamps off her and she cried out in a moments pain.

"You can have the rest of the day off, I'll sort out a radio and TV privilege for two days for you. I'm going to check out the information you gave on this man, if it all checks out we will have another conversation."

A wave of his hand and she was dismissed. She was losing track of the days, but Rani was aware they were counting down. When she got out of here the revenge on her ex was going to be savage, and she wondered, just wondered, if the money offer might be worth listening to. But what was the plan the Master was sleeping upon?