Auction in Limoges Ch. 07

Sophie lay spreadeagled, handcuffed and exposed on a table in Betdaily's warehouse. She had just been fucked within an inch of her life by an unknown, beautiful assailant.

She felt a wave of pleasure as she saw her value tick up from £27 500 to £30 200. Her hunch that the auctioneer wanted her to play along in the violent assaults on her body was right.

But £30 200 still wasn't enough. With a sense of trepidation, Sophie realised that she was less than an hour into the 24-hour free-for-all that was designed to market her body for Saturday's auction.

Her body, and particularly her pussy, badly needed respite from the onslaught it had just experienced. But if she was going to release George from his debts, she needed to be violated repeatedly and creatively, and she needed those violations to entice the auctioneer to raise her guide price further.

So it was with both a shudder of trepidation and a tingle of anticipation that Sophie looked around to see no fewer than four groups advancing on her trapped, defenceless body.

Over the course of the next few hours, every one of those groups and many, many more took what they wanted from her. At some point Sophie's panties were ripped off her legs, and her bra was torn to shreds. The cocks and pussies she was forced to suck and lick had become a blur before her eyes, and the attacks on her pussy had gone beyond painful towards a state of disturbing bliss.

One particular scene had been etched into her memory, to be replayed endlessly in her own mind and verbally once she was eventually reunited with her husband George.

A group of 7 men had advanced upon her wordlessly. To Sophie's surprise, the first thing that they had done was to release her bonds. Her relief/disappointment at being released from her position of submission were short-lived, as one of the men held up a halter that he swiftly strapped around Sophie's neck.

The harness had two short chains that ended in handcuffs, which held Sophie's hands and arms just below her face as she was lying on her front. Two more cuffs were attached to Sophie's ankles, and those cuffs were attached to adjustable cords that in turn were attached to the neck halter. As the man tightened the cords, Sophie's ankles were draw up and out so that she was lying on her stomach with her knees bend back and outwards, exposing her pussy and ass in the worst way to the whole group, and to anyone else watching in the warehouse.

Sophie couldn't turn her head to look behind her at the group of assailants, but she could hear their comments about her body (or, more specifically, about her exposed holes):

"Look at that asshole. I hear it has only ever been violated once. I bet she's begging for it to be fucked so hard."

"I'm going to ram my cock so hard into that pussy that she can't walk afterwards. I can see it dripping and ready for me from here."

Sophie had long since compartmentalised the part of her brain that would hear these comments and be outraged. Her every effort was focused on raising her guide price, and so her attention was split between enjoying the impact that this debasement would have on the auctioneer's predictions of her worth and desperately wanting the men to follow through on the rape threats they were issuing.

She wasn't disappointed on either count.

As the group moved in, with no warning she felt three fingers ram themselves into her pussy, and another into her ass. Just at the same time, a cock was thrust into her mouth and once again she felt every hole was filled.

But fingers weren't enough for her, and she moaned for cock in all three holes (convincing the cameras that this was a moan of protest about her body being violated once more, though this was far from the truth). Her moans were answered shortly afterwards, with cock after cock in every hole. She came again and again, drinking down every new source of cum, and relishing the feeling of the fluid flowing out of her asshole, down to her pussy and pooling with more and different fluids there.

Too soon, though, the violation was over, and Sophie felt a now familiar buzzing in her pussy. It was the auctioneer's call, made through the vibrator clamped over her clit and g-spot.

The group must have been informed about the demand for Sophie to attend the auctioneer too, as she was released from her bonds and the group melted away.

On shaky legs, and with cum leaking from every hole, Sophie stood up and looked around for the source of the buzzing. The predatory look of the auctioneer pierced right through her, electrifying her erogenous zones as it did so. He was standing outside his office, motionless but with a look that made clear she would be no safer with him than with the gang that had just debased her so thoroughly.

Utterly exposed, body covered in ropes of cum, she walked across the warehouse under his dangerous gaze. As she arrived in his office, he closed the door, turned a key in the lock and pocketed the key.

"You have done well, young slut" the auctioneer growled. "We have enough material to entice even the most depraved bidder. They are always the ones willing to go the extra mile to secure their prey at the auction, and so I am confident that you will reach the guide price you are aiming for."

Sophie felt a rush of endorphins release through her body as she saw her bracelet tick up to 35500. That meant her enslavement was likely worth enough to release George from his debts. This was what she had sucked and fucked for over the past few days. A wave of gratitude swept over her as she looked up at the predator in front of her. But what could she offer this man that he hadn't already taken from her?

The answer, it turned out, was already on the auctioneer's mind.

"Give your body to me until the auction. I can protect you from the violence and degradation outside this door. Though it isn't quite clear how much you want to be protected" the auctioneer said with a smirk.

Sophie felt a flow of wetness at his last comment. Did she want her desire to be owned and raped to be known by everyone? The last few days were such a whirlwind that she couldn't be sure of anything any more.

The auctioneer saw her confusion and played on it. "I can give you what you want. I will own you until the auction, and can use your body to reward my star employees. You will be as safe as you want to be."

The implication that Sophie might not want to be safe from further assaults was clear in the air between them.

Sophie looked submissively at the auctioneer and nodded. In response, the auctioneer brought out a 'uniform' for Sophie to wear: a sheer lace bra and corset, crotchless panties, stockings and high heels.

Surprisingly gently, the auctioneer took a warm cloth from the bathroom next to his office, and washed the cum off Sophie's face and body. Despite her best efforts, his firm caresses stoked new fires in her belly, and by the time he cleaned her pussy lips it wasn't clear which juices were hers, and which were strangers'.

As she dressed in her new uniform, the auctioneer explained the role she was to play:

"It is always extremely busy for Pietre et Savou in the day before an auction launches. We have a huge amount to set up and I rely on my employees performing to an outstanding level.

"I like to incentivise their performance. You are the incentive. You will remain with me during today's meetings and, where I give the signal, you will provide whatever services my employees require."

As the auctioneer mentioned the word 'signal', Sophie felt a now familiar and delicious buzzing in her pussy. Clearly, when the auctioneer set her vibrator going, it was an indication of approval of the employee's performance and a prompt for Sophie to offer herself as reward and further incentive.

Even without the tingling sensations the 'signal' had given her, even without the fire the auctioneer had lit through his ministrations with the cloth on her body, Sophie would have leapt at this proposal. She still felt overwhelming gratitude that the auctioneer had raised her guide price. And the idea of being under the auctioneer's power once more, being offered as a reward for his employees, left her breathless with anticipation.

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It didn't take long for the auctioneer to have his first meeting. The events manager reported in on the arrangements for the next day's auction:

"The hall is all ready. We have had an explosion of interest in this auction, and so we have expanded the capacity of the hall, opening the upstairs gallery for the first time. Cameras are all set up for close-up viewing of the merchandise; we have installed video screens throughout the hall so that every audience member has an uninterrupted view.

"You have done excellently," the auctioneer responded, and just as he did so Sophie felt the now familiar buzzing sensation on her clit.

She could taste the anticipation in her mouth as she walked around the sofa and stood in front of the events manager. He looked up and down every inch of her body, eyes settling on her exposed pussy lips peeking out of the slit where the crotch of her panties should have been.

"I have more to report," he said, somewhat breathlessly. "Do you mind if I take my reward whilst we discuss the remaining details?"

"Not at all," the auctioneer responded generously. "Sophie, please bend over the sofa back here."

Sophie did as she was told, and the events manager casually slid his rigid cock inside her pussy as he continued his report:

"Arrangements for this...ah...evening's VIP viewing and sampling are also...ah...in hand. We...ugh...will take the auction...uh...items to be bathed...and prepared...ngh...at 5pm."

Sophie felt utterly objectified. Here she was, her body being used as an employee perk, whilst the two men standing over her casually continued their business meeting. It didn't seem to matter to the events manager that he had his cock buried in her pussy, in fact neither of them even acknowledged her presence at all, save for the grunts of pleasure that spilled out of the events manager as he talked.

"The auction lots will all...ah fuck...be installed in place by 7pm, and...ah....the viewings will begin at 7:30. We...ugh...will exhibit the items...ah...in the most advantageous way possible....to...oh fuck...to encourage..AAAH...to encourage...UGH...(Sophie felt her pussy fill with the events manager's cum)....extensive sampling before the auction starts at 8pm tomorrow."

The auctioneer nodded. "Anything else to report?" he said, calmly.

"I think that's it," the events manager replied equally calmly, despite withdrawing his cock, covered in her juices, cleaning himself and rearranging his suit so he once more looked like a senior executive at work, rather than someone who had just fucked a stranger in his boss' office.

Next, the auctioneer invited in the front of house team. Just before they entered, the auctioneer directed Sophie underneath his mahogany conference table. Once the group were seated, all Sophie could see were six pairs of legs, one of which was clearly the auctioneer. The others were a mix of male and female employees.

Each member of the front of house team gave their report and, as they did so, Sophie was able to work out which team member was speaking by the location of their voice.

"The Tattinger is all on ice, and canapes are being produced as we speak." A voice opposite the auctioneer started to say, just as the auctioneer pressed the remote to buzz Sophie's pussy. As the team member continued his report, Sophie crawled over to his lap, unzipped his fly, extracted a semi-erect cock and licked as much of it as she could in her cramped position.

"We have been coordinating with the...uh...marketing team to ensure we cater for the increased numbers...we are expecting."

Satisfied to detect a note of surprise in the otherwise unflappable team member's report, Sophie attacked the man's cock with gusto.

She continued like this with every team member, each of which continued to report as if nothing was happening, despite filling Sophie's throat with yet more cum.

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Much later, and after many more meetings, the auctioneer picked up the ringing phone on his desk.

"I understand. I will direct her your way."

"Yes, yes, quite impressively all things considered. Don't skimp on the preparations, and give her the central dais for tonight's VIP sampling."

"Oh I stand by it. I know we have never set it so high before, but have you seen the video prospectus?"

"Watch it. You'll be convinced."

As the auctioneer put the phone down he looked darkly at Sophie: "I have gone out on a limb for you. No-one else believes the guide price. But then...no-one else has experienced quite as much of you as I have this week."

A tingle of proud pleasure danced in Sophie's stomach.

"Come with me. We need to prepare you for tonight's sampling."