Auction in Limoges Ch. 08

The auctioneer led Sophie naked into the bathroom adjoining his office. He gently removed her guide price bracelet and stroked his hand down her body to part her pussy lips. Heat immediately built in her groin as he slipped two fingers inside.

The heat that was building in her dissipated into disappointment as he gripped the only thing she had been consistently wearing for the past 48 hours or so, and extracted the vibrator from her g spot and clit.

"Your training and preparation are almost complete - you won't be needing these any more," he drawled.

The auctioneer led her to a walk-in shower and she sighed with unexpected contentment as the driving rain of warm water cascaded over her body. Revelling in the feeling of cleanliness that the shower brought, she closed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair and down over her torso and legs. She found herself in a meditative reverie, letting all thoughts of her situation fade as her mind emptied.

Not for the first time, her mind drifted to George, her husband. So many conflicting emotions competed for primacy in her brain.

He had got her into this mess, she grumbled, and she was still angry at him for concealing the scale of his debts. They shared everything with one another, so why didn't he share his predicament with her?

And why was she the one in sexual captivity? By rights it should have been him. Or perhaps he was too? The thought caused her anger to be driven out by concern for him. Where was he? Was he hurt?

Even more than this concern, though, she longed to be back with him, relating in explicit detail the depravity of the last few days, safe in the knowledge that he would want to hear everything without judgement.

Yes, she wanted his cock and his fingers pleasuring her in the way only he knew. But more than that, she wanted his mind, she wanted to share the last few days with him and to fantasise ahead together to the weekends of sex slavery that she was about to embark on.

A grunt from the auctioneer caused her eyes to snap open, catching him staring with dark, smouldering eyes at her body.

Her response was instinctive, driven by the way her imagination had taken her way out of her current predicament.

'Some privacy please', she barked as her breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his stare.

Too late, her thinking brain kicked in and reminded her that she was utterly at this man's mercy.

But to her surprise he followed her barked instructions and withdrew, turning his back and tensing his shoulders. Surprised and a little uneasy about the power she clearly held over him, Sophie warily washed her body of all juices and, with a reluctant sigh, turned off the water

Reaching for a towel, she realised with frustration that the auctioneer held the only one in his hands.

'Towel, please', she said irritably, especially as the heat in her body immediately returned as the auctioneer turned his gaze back towards her, towel in hand.

Instead of putting the towel in her outstretched hands, he wrapped it around her body and proceeded to gently rub the water off every part of her.

Willing herself to resist the desire she felt, Sophie submitted to his attentions, luxuriating in the softness of the material and the invigorating sensations on her skin.

Too soon, the towel was removed and the auctioneer held out a sheer, slightly sparkly jumper dress for Sophie to wear.

'No underwear, I suppose', she said as she arched an eyebrow.

'Of course not', came the disdainful reply.

Sophie slipped the dress over her head and wiped the condensation from the floor-to-ceiling mirror to look at the first piece of attire she had been permitted to wear in days.

Her breath caught in her throat at the woman gazing back at her. Initially appearing smart and a little sexy, it took a second glance before the outlines of her areolae got her attention through the weave of the fabric.

As she spotted how revealing the dress actually was, her large nipples hardened and formed prominent and obvious nubs on her chest. Conditioned by George's incessant worship of her body over the past few years, she couldn't deny what a goddess she looked.

Her gaze drifted down, settling on the dark patch of pubic hair visible between her legs. In fact, the dress left rather more to the imagination at that point, because of the way it hung away from the cleft between her legs.

Of course, she thought, this wouldn't be true of her perfectly proportioned ass. To confirm her lascivious thought, she turned and looked over her shoulder.

Just as she anticipated, the material clung to the globes of her ass cheeks, and became almost transparent, showing clearly the valley between her two cheeks.

It was then that she noticed the hem of the dress. The curve of her ass meant that the hem was higher at the back than at the front, and finished just below the cheek.

Another deliciously naughty thought popped into her head. Leaning forwards, she saw the hem rise up as anticipated, gradually revealing more of her ass as it did so.

Frustratingly, she couldn't get the angle right to be able to see what view someone directly behind her would have, though from the cool air on her pussy lips she could certainly guess.

Straightening up, Sophie walked out of the bathroom into the auctioneer's office and followed him out into the warehouse and towards a door that she had not yet entered.

'This is our front-of-house', the auctioneer explained, and Sophie immediately recognised the change in style, with luxurious upholstery and soft lighting.

She appeared to be in some sort of reception area, with seating and a desk to one side. The auctioneer led her through to a further room, even more opulent than the last.

'This is the sampling area reserved for VIP guests', he said, gesturing into the intimate boudoir. The room was low lit throughout, although Sophie could see some powerful spotlights aimed at a range of intimidating-looking harnesses hanging from the ceiling. The spotlights were off, meaning that Sophie was unable to discern any details on the harnesses. But their existence, as well as the name of the room, gave her a sense of foreboding as to its purpose.

'Now let me show you the auction room itself', the auctioneer spoke over his shoulder, pushing through double doors and into a cavernous hall with rows upon rows of seating.

Seeing the unspoken question in her mind about the scale of the room, he explained: 'We have a small number of guests who choose to spend their wealth buying slaves, and of course have the wealth to do so.

'But we find that there is a far larger market for spectators at the auction. Tomorrow, this room will be packed to capacity with those who are willing to pay to see you exposed and humiliated.'

Sophie's heart raced. In her job she was used to commanding a room effectively, but this was on an entirely different scale, and she was going to be sold in front of them.

Adrenaline coursed through her as the reality of what was going to happen in this room hit her.

'As you know, you are the centrepiece of tomorrow's auction. We find that the success of any auction relies in large part on the buzz created by the largest sale; in fact I would say our reputation relies on it, and therefore on you.

'You must not disappoint us.'

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After a truly delicious meal of ratatouille, Sophie was led to a dressing room of sorts. It had the bright lights of a make-up area, but also a reclining chair in the centre of the room.

As Sophie lay on the chair, a beautiful young man emerged carrying a bowl of warm water, a razor and a can of shaving cream.

It dawned on Sophie what was about to happen.

She liked to keep her bush very neatly trimmed, not least because George requested it. But she always used scissors to do so because she had extremely sensitive skin.

'You can't shave me', she blurted at the young man, just as he was lifting her jumper dress to expose her pussy.

Assuming Sophie was simply having a way, way overdue bout of self-consciousness, the man pushed on, gently rubbing a warm cloth over Sophie's lips and clit.

'No,' she groaned, trying to resist the glow that the man's hand was generating. 'You really can't shave me. That is, unless you want my pussy unusable. My skin is far too sensitive.'

With dawning understanding, the hot young stylist put away the razor and cream, and instead brought out an electric trimmer.

Satisfied, Sophie lay back and let the man get to work.

Almost immediately, she felt an irresistible buzzing vibration on her outer lips. As it slowly travelled down to her asshole, she revelled in the sensations the trimmer created throughout her groin.

The man then directed the trimmer up over both lips and towards her rapidly hardening clit.

George knew, in a way that this man could not, that the left hand side of her clit was the jackpot zone for her. Each time the clippers approached that area, her whole awareness narrowed towards it and she willed the man to press the clippers directly onto her clit and hold them there. Each time the clippers moved on to trim another area of her hair, she whimpered in frustration.

Far, far too soon the buzzing stopped and the man held a mirror close to her pussy for her to see his handiwork. As she took in the sight of her pussy lips more clearly defined than ever before, she felt a rush of excitement course through her.

She had little idea of what she was being prepared for, but between the auctioneer towelling her down and this stranger shaving her most intimate parts, she was badly in need of release.

The stylist whisked away the clippers and replaced them with a bowl of warm oil. Sophie gasped as he put well-oiled hands back on her. His hands stroked up and down her outer lips gently at first, and then with more pressure, massaging in a glistening oil that made her pussy glow in the mirror.

As the man worked, she could watch his hands roaming all over her by looking into the mirror. Once her outer lips had been coated, the man dipped two fingers into the oil and slipped them into her now throughly lubricated cunt, massaging the inner walls in a novel and intoxicating way.

Sophie found herself utterly lost in the sensations, willing nothing more than the man continue his ministrations until she came as hard as she knew she would.

Her moans turned to gasps as his oiled fingers applied firm and unrelenting cyclical pressure to her clit.

Her body immediately flushed, and she felt her orgasm building fast. The rhythmic pressure on her clit centred all of her focus and attention, and she gradually gave herself over to the crashing orgasm that she knew was coming.

And then he stopped.

Crying out in frustration, she tried to clamp her legs closed over his arm but to no avail.

She glared at him as he said, with obvious reluctance at having to stop: 'You're ready for the sampling.'

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Back in the VIP room, Sophie found herself in the centre of the room, strapped into a harness on a frame. She was lying on her front, supported on all sides (and very comfortable).

Her ass and pussy were prominently on display, and she couldn't help but notice that her mouth was at cock-height.

Half-heartedly, for she anticipated the futility of the attempt, she tried to release herself from the harness. But whilst she could swing forward and backward, she was strapped in tight and couldn't move in any other direction or turn her head.

The spotlights that had previously been switched off were now on and illuminating every fold of her exposed holes.

In her peripheral vision she could see one other woman and one man similarly strapped into harnesses. Just as her mind made the connection that these were the other auction items, the doors opened and a guide entered with a group of men in suits.

Sophie could hear snippets of murmured conversation:

'And may I ask whether you are interested in a male or female slave?'

'Would you like to give me an understanding of your approximate budget for tomorrow Sir?'

'Could we interest you in a more upmarket auction piece, Sir?'

As each of these questions were answered, Sophie could either see or hear the guide directing a man to each of the harnesses.

Suddenly, the guide's voice was right next to Sophie's ear:

'Sirs, I notice you haven't yet chosen to sample any of the merchandise. Can we assist you in choosing?'

'I've seen your video prospectus,' an unknown voice replied. 'I want a woman that will fight back and not submit. I want every weekend to be a chase, to rape her anew, not to have things become normal over time.'

'Well sir, as you will know tomorrow's auction will be special. Sophie here is being offered at our highest ever guide price.'

'Yes, I saw that,' another new voice intoned with scepticism. 'What justifies such bold pricing?'

'Well, Sirs, why don't you see for yourselves?'

Sophie knew what was coming. She knew she should muster a sense of outrage at these strangers' claims of entitlement over her body. She knew what was happening was wrong.

But her pussy was in charge - had been ever since the stylist had left her dripping and horny as fuck.

So when a thick cock slid effortlessly into her pussy she simply revelled in the sensations.

'Believe me, Sir, were she not trussed up like this she would be fighting you tooth and nail right now.'

The guide sounded just a touch uncertain in his protestations - perhaps Sophie needed to be seen to resist more?

With this in mind, as a truly magnificent cock appeared in her field of vision she growled and spat on it. Instantly it grew harder and her second assailant thrust it into her mouth. Deep into her mouth, so that her teeth couldn't damage the head.

Once again Sophie felt herself spit roasted by two unknown cocks. The men soon found a rhythm, using the natural swing of the harness to aid them.

As the cock in her pussy drove her body forward with the force of its thrust, the second cock was rammed deep into her throat. And as the cock in her mouth drove forward in turn, it forced the other cock ever deeper into her cunt.

Her first orgasm hit without any warning at all. She was so overwhelmed by sensations that she lost all awareness of her surroundings, with brain space only to ride the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Once the first one hit, the depraved eroticism of the spit roast had her cumming again almost instantly, juices flowing from her pussy all over the thick girth pummelling her relentlessly.

And relentless it was - she felt both men's thrusts growing ever stronger until she felt simply like a rag doll between their pistoning cocks.

'Sirs,' the guide coughed discreetly. 'I don't mean to interrupt, but may I remind you of the clause in your agreement with us where you agree not to defile an auction item before purchase?'

'You may cum anywhere externally, naturally.'

A few moments later, both cocks withdrew simultaneously and Sophie felt ropes of warm cum cover her back just as the cock in front of her unloaded all over her face. A final, colossal orgasm hit her as the cum coated her forehead, cheeks and chin.

'We trust that you feel the guide price is fair now, Sirs? We look forward to your bids tomorrow.'