Auction in Limoges Ch. 09

Sophie woke behind the peculiar darkness of shutters. It was only the bright light creeping under the door that indicated it was late morning.

She stirred, and then wriggled her body and limbs more intentionally. She was met by the luxurious feel of a deep mattress covered in crisp new sheets and a thick, but surprisingly light, duvet.

Groaning with comfort, she rolled over and almost gave into her body's desire to keep sleeping, but then the combined pressure of a full bladder and an empty stomach drew her out from under the covers.

Padding over to the shutters, she cast them open to see a beautiful view over the Limoges countryside, with the warehouse in her peripheral vision. She was on the first floor of a converted farmhouse; the auction house must be on the ground floor below her. It was all very discreet; the outside of the buildings would give no indication of what she had endured inside.

Able to resist her bladder no longer, Sophie scampered into the bathroom. Inside she was surprised to see her toothpaste of choice next to a brand new brush.

Ducking her head into the shower, she noticed that her favoured brand of shower gel and shampoo were already there.

As the daze of newly waking wore off, Sophie's mind filled with a sense of surprise, and a little trepidation. Why was she being afforded such luxury?

Still, such musings weren't going to fill her belly so, after a quick shower, Sophie hunted for something to wear. Unsurprisingly, the only item of clothing in the room was a clean version of the sheer jumper dress she had been given by the auctioneer yesterday.

Remembering how exposed she had been in it, Sophie's heart flared a little as she once again pulled it over her head and lifted the latch on the door.

The enticing smell of breakfast greeted her immediately and, following it, she found the auctioneer in a small but very luxurious kitchen diner expertly poaching a couple of eggs. With his back turned to Sophie, he laid these on top of a slice of smoked salmon on two crumpets and poured over hollandaise sauce.

'Is that for me?' Sophie asked sweetly as she plonked herself down at the table, laid out with fresh warm croissants and pain au chocolat, as well as a freshly made fruit salad.

'Of course,' the auctioneer replied gruffly, clearly embarrassed to be caught in such domestic scene. 'We need you at your very best tonight. As does George.'

The auctioneer's words brought back with full force the reality of Sophie's situation. The trepidation she had felt upon walking increased tenfold, but Sophie felt an equally strong sense of anticipation.

Tonight she had the opportunity to release George from the horrendous debts that he had incurred.

But more than that, tonight she had the potential to break all records for an auction by Pietre et Savou. The strong competitive streak in her relished the idea that her body, as a piece of property to be violated, might be worth more than any other auction item sold by the auction house.

Sophie felt her nipples stiffen at the thought of breaking records, and a glance down confirmed how prominently the front of her dress displayed those nubs. The auctioneer caught the glance and followed it, looking longingly at her breasts and nipples before serving the breakfast to her.

Sophie wolfed down the food in front of her, before being whisked off on a whirlwind day that involved a practice run-through of the auction (she was to be the final item of six), signing all sorts of legal consent forms (as if she had a choice at this stage!), and reviewing the video prospectus that would be shown just before she stepped on stage.

The prospectus, she couldn't help admitting to herself, was spectacularly depraved and hot. All of the scenes from the warehouse featured in some way, from her blindfolded blowjob through to the way she had let herself be gang raped on a table not two days before.

Sophie's pussy got wetter and wetter as she relived all that she had endured since the night of George's kidnapping.

She had been forced into acts that had only ever featured in her deepest fantasies, and the lack of choice over her actions had released her inner slut to embrace the degradation and depravity.

As the video prospectus ended and Sophie was idly dreaming ahead to the weekends of sex slavery to come, the beautiful young stylist that had trimmed her pussy yesterday reappeared at her side.

'Please come with me for your treatment,' he murmured, and Sophie felt a spark of electricity as she slipped her hand into his.

She returned to his treatment room and stood in the middle of the room, expecting to be directed straight to the bed.

Instead, the stylist came up to her and placed powerful hands either side of her hips. His hands slid up her body, drawing the floaty material of her dress up and over her shoulders.

Lifting the material over her head, the stylist looked voraciously at Sophie's naked form, before leading her to the bed.

Sophie lay down on her stomach, and felt the stylist's hands on her once again, this time covered in warm oil.

He stroked the full length of her body from shoulder to ankle, sending little bolts of electricity down her spine.

He repeated the stroke several times, not once releasing his touch on her. Sophie felt her whole body relax into the massage, and her breathing slowed.

Gradually, the stylist applied more and more pressure until he was squeezing the knots in her shoulders, and driving the tension out of her back.

Before she knew it, he was sliding down her back to her perfect ass, stroking and massaging her cheeks with warm oil in a way that caused Sophie's insides to melt.

Sophie's mind had been racing ahead to the impending auction and the delicious depravity of her situation, but the stylist's insistent, rhythmic strokes caused her thoughts to slow.

In place of those thoughts, she felt a deep well of sexual contentment spring up inside her. She felt alive as a sexual being in a way that she had never felt before, and the powerlessness that she had felt since the kidnap had built a sense of sexual freedom inside her that she relished giving in to.

She was almost in a meditative state as the stylist massaged down her thighs and calves, and her bliss was compounded as she felt him stroke and squeeze her feet, focusing on a single toe in turn and taking all of her languid awareness with it.

Sophie was in a deeply suggestive brain space, and so obeyed without question as the stylist instructed her to turn over. She hardly noticed that her taut nipples and engorged clit were obscenely on display for him. She hardly registered the feeling of disappointment when he didn't immediately reach for those parts of her.

Instead, she once again settled into a drifting reverie as he massaged her scalp and shoulders. When he did eventually glide his warm, lubricated hands over her perfect breasts, she registered the sensations but couldn't muster the will to resist.

His fingers brushed both nipples simultaneously and a jolt of electricity flew directly to her clit. The stylist gently squeezed each nipple, gradually increasing the pressure until every aspect of Sophie's awareness was drawn into the intensity.

A dull ache built in her clit, a deep need to be fucked once more was building in her pussy. Dimly, she heard the door open and another person walk in.

The stylist released the pressure on her nipples, causing her to open her eyes in vague complaint. She was a little surprised to see Marie taking over from the stylist, and even more surprised when Marie significantly upped the pressure applied by her thumbs and forefingers to each nipple.

Marie was expertly curating the limit between pain and pleasure, and it was taking every ounce of Sophie's brain to absorb the intensity of the sensations.

At the same time, the stylist moved down between her legs, and an insistent buzzing against her labia told her that he was once again trimming her pussy hairs.

'We need the very best from you tonight, Sophie,' Marie intoned even as she maintained the almost unbearable pleasure/pain on each nipple.

'We will be watching. Make us proud of you. Break records with Pietre et Savou. Sell yourself, your body, your depravity. We believe in you.'

As Marie was talking, Sophie could feel the stylist trimming all over her pussy. The ache of anticipation built in her every time the trimmer buzzed against her clit. She could feel an overwhelming release building inside her.

The trimmer was replaced once again by the stylist's hands massaging oil into every part of her cunt.

As he massaged the warm oil into her outer labia, he pinched them together, matching Marie's pressure for a moment and briefly overwhelming Sophie with intense sensations.

The release, when both he and Marie removed their hold on her most intimate areas simultaneously, was like nothing she had experienced. A wave of pleasure and loss raced through her.

Just as the wave was reaching its peak, the stylist placed his tongue firmly on her clit and alternated hard upward pressure with sucking the whole of her clit between his lips.

The orgasm that had slowly been building ever since Sophie had reviewed the video prospectus felt like a tidal wave against a dam that was cracking everywhere. She was desperate for release.

She let out a growl of frustration as the stylist's mouth released her clit and, after massaging a final bit of oil where his mouth had been, he lifted her from the table and placed her gently back on the floor.

Sophie's whole body was vibrating with the power of her sexuality. All previous thoughts of societal taboos against the position she was in receded to nothing in her mind.

All previous constraints on her raw desire to be fucked by anyone and everyone had been discarded in the face of the erotic onslaught by the stylist and Marie.

Without stopping for a moment to consider putting her dress back on, Sophie allowed herself to be led by Marie back out of the treatment room.

Even before they entered the auction room, Sophie could hear the capacity crowd murmuring their appreciation at the other auction items.

Just before Marie pushed through the double doors into the auction room itself, she stopped and fastened a plush collar around Sophie's neck. She connected the collar to a leash and tugged it gently to encourage Sophie to walk through the auction room doors onto the stage.

The crowd took a collective intake of breath as Sophie emerged under the intense stage lights. A murmur of appreciation followed as the audience members took in Sophie's lithe, naked body glistening with oil.

Sophie was a picture of unfettered sexuality both within and without. Without, she looked like a goddess of love, exuding bold, raw sexual power.

Inside, the erotic awakening of the past few days, deepened by the attentions of Marie and the stylist, had left Sophie in a haze of pure horniness. She had no self-consciousness, and no hesitation about giving her body to a stranger to own and abuse as he wanted.

Sophie was led to the centre of the stage, surrounded by the other auction items but prominently displayed. Marie turned her away from the crowd, and pushed her head forward so that she bent at the hips over a padded bench. She took Sophie's leash and attached it to a hook on the platform Sophie was bending over.

As Sophie bent forward, Marie took each leg and opened it as far as Sophie's hamstrings would allow before strapping each ankle into restraints.

Sophie's pussy and ass were utterly exposed. By the tickle of the air conditioned breeze on the most intimate folds of her cunt and deep in her ass, she could tell that her spreadeagled position had caused her pussy and ass to stretch open.

The murmurs in the crowd grew, and Sophie could see the flashes of camera phones reflected in the mirror behind her. The mirror also afforded her a view of well over a hundred eyes locked onto her exposed body.

Sophie could feel her pussy juices running down her thighs. She knew from the intensity of the stage lights that those juices would be visible to the front row, betraying her pleasure at being degraded so completely. She noticed with surprise that she didn't care.

The sale of the other auction items passed in a blur. Before she knew it, the gavel banged down for the fifth time and Sophie could see the men who had sampled her last night stirring in the front row of the crowd.

The trepidation she had felt earlier in the day fought for a corner of space in her mind, but it felt false. Despite feeling that she should be outraged and terrified, she simply felt released by her powerlessness, permitted by that powerlessness to give free rein to her deepest impulses to be taken, owned and degraded.

The auctioneer started the bidding for ownership of her body every weekend for a year. Her guide price had been published in euros for the benefit of the mostly European audience. It was set at 42 000 EUR, by some margin the highest ever.

With a starting bid of 20 000 EUR, the initial bidding was fierce. Bids flew in from all sides of the room, and from both male and female audience members.

Clearly some bidders were simply chancing their arm; nevertheless as Sophie saw stranger after stranger offering vast sums of money to be able to degrade and rape her each weekend the enormity of what she was doing came home to her once more. Still she relished it, imagining being passed from one bidder to another, attempting to service every one to entice a higher bid.

Gradually, though, the field narrowed until, with a shake of the head, one of the bidders who had sampled her last night ducked out and only two men were left. One, Sophie could see in the mirror, was the other man who had fucked her in the VIP area. The other was a complete stranger.

The two bid against one another ferociously until the stranger made a bid of 39 000 euros and his VIP opponent hesitated.

The auctioneer looked for a signal but the man stood stock still. Adrenaline dumped itself in Sophie's body; 39 000 euros wasn't enough. After all that she had been through in the last week, she couldn't bear the thought that George might still be imprisoned for his remaining debts.

Silently she willed the bidding to continue but, as the auctioneer saw no signal at all, he prepared to bang his gavel for the last time.

'Going once...'

Sophie's mind raced, trying to see a way to influence the situation.

Going twice...'

With a jolt, Sophie recalled her lascivious thoughts of servicing every member of the crowd to encourage higher bids.

Without hesitating to consider what she was about to do, she called out 'Wait! Marie!'

Marie came over and had a whispered discussion with Sophie. Nodding finally, she spun the platform on which Sophie was being held so that she was side on to the audience.

At the same time she beckoned to the two men still bidding on Sophie, drawing them up to the stage.

'Sophie wishes to demonstrate her worth to you. Please disrobe.'

Once the men had removed their clothes, Sophie hungrily indicated the VIP's cock and directed it to get mouth. As the not-entirely-unfamiliar cock approached her she licked the head and then ran her tongue the length of the underside, before gently rolling each of his huge balls in her mouth.

Returning to the head of the cock, she swirled her tongue all around it before engulfing it with her lips. Bobbing up and down on the head, she was delighted to hear the VIP groan with desire.

As she took the cock deep into her throat she felt the man start to take over, fucking her throat gently at first, but with ever-increasing intensity.

'Would you care to advance your bid?' the auctioneer asked, all professionalism whilst Sophie deep-throated her potential owner in front of an audience in the hundreds.

The man nodded. The auctioneer announced 'We have a bid of 40 000 euros, thank you sir.'

The auctioneer then looked questioningly at the stranger. Without hesitating, the stranger thrust his cock into Sophie's waiting pussy. Drenched as her cunt was from the attentions of the stylist, Sophie had no trouble taking his girthy cock right to the hilt.

Sophie felt the dam that was holding the tidal wave of her orgasm crack ever more as the sensations of being filled from both ends once again overwhelmed her.

As the stranger thrust his cock deeper into her pussy and the VIP fucked her mouth, Sophie could see the audience looking on enraptured by the display.

On cue, the auctioneer caught the eye of the stranger, who nodded.

'41 000 euros, bidding is with the man buried in her pussy.'

Sophie knew she needed to reach 42 000 euros to fully release George from his debts. She suddenly felt with absolute clarity that she could entice a further bid from the VIP.

She gently pushed his cock out of her mouth and once again whispered to Marie.

In turn, Marie led the man behind Sophie, to where the stranger was reluctantly extracting his cock from her pussy.

Knowing what was coming hardly reduced the shock as Marie applied liberal amounts of lube to Sophie's asshole and then inserted a finger. Sophie could feel Marie stretching her hole with her finger before inserting a second.

Gradually Sophie felt the now familiar sensations of her ass relaxing and nodded to say she was ready.

Marie's fingers were replaced by the hot, hard pressure of the VIP's cock, drenched in her saliva, pressing at her most intimate entrance.

Ever so slowly, as her ass continued to relax, she felt his head inch in until there was a satisfying pop and she felt his lube-covered cock slide in her to the hilt.

She welcomed the rhythmic thrusting as the VIP gently built up momentum. Before she knew it he was pistoning in and out of her ass, thrusting her against the bench on which she was restrained as he did so.

Sophie could feel his cock growing inside her, just as she could feel her own crushing orgasm approaching.

As she felt the VIPs cock thickening and about to cum, with impeccable timing the auctioneer asked 'Any further bids?'

The man's grunt as he filled her ass with hot cum was all the auctioneer needed. '42 000 euros to the man who is just filling her ass.'

The depravity of language in the usually demure context of an auction house pressed all of Sophie's buttons. She felt a rush of endorphins wash over her as she realised she had met her guide price, and yet she knew she still wanted her own orgasmic release.

The slut inside her thought wickedly, 'it's only me, Marie and the auctioneer who know why 42 000 is the crucial number. Why not 43 000?'

As she finished the thought, she grasped the cock of the stranger and pumped it furiously.

She felt this cock begin to swell too, and pumped ever harder. Looking up and into the eyes of the stranger, as the first rope of his cum erupted into her face, she raised her eyebrows at him.

Helpless, as he continued to unload his hot cum all over her face and into her waiting mouth, he nodded one last time at the auctioneer.

'43 000 euros, with the man who has last claimed Sophie's face as his.'

Sophie's orgasm exploded through her. As cum dripped out of her ass and down her cheeks, her body was wracked by massive convulsions, and the sexual power that had built up over the day was released in a guttural roar from Sophie's mouth.

The crowd gasped their approval, and the auctioneer, breathless at the display of unfettered sexuality on front of him, announced: 'Sold!'

Relief surged up through Sophie's post-orgasmic bliss. She had done it.

The stranger detached the leash from the platform as Marie released Sophie's ankle restraints. As he led her away through the crowd, Sophie felt as contented as she could ever remember.

Thank you so much for reading this far! This is the end of the story for now - it is possible I will write about the weekends that Sophie experiences, but probably as standalone stories.