Chapter 3: Auction
Megan announced, her voice dripping with seduction. The crowd murmured in anticipation as they followed her down the dimly lit hallway, their heels clicking against the marble floor. Patrick’s heart pounded as he watched them go, his body still bound to the cross, his cock throbbing with need.
Veronika, now fully naked except for her stockings and high heels, stepped closer to him, her fingers tracing the outline of his collar. "You’re lucky, Patrick," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "You’re going to be sold to someone who knows how to use a man like you." Her fingers trailed down his chest, teasing his nipples before moving lower, her nails scraping lightly over his stomach.
"You're going to love this," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "You're going to love every second of it."
Veronika took a chain and attached it to the rings of each slave collars. She freed them from their crosses and formed a line with her leading the way to the auction room. The cold metal bit into the back of Patrick's neck as Veronika tugged the chain, guiding him forward. His bare feet slapped against the polished marble floor, the cool air of the hallway raising goosebumps on his skin. The other slaves moved with him, their collars clinking softly as the chain shifted between them. Patrick could feel the weight of their gazes on him, their eyes flicking between his naked body and the floor ahead.
The auction room loomed before them, its doors thrown open to reveal a dimly lit space filled with murmuring voices and the scent of expensive perfume.
The crowd was a sea of faces, all turned toward the stage as Veronika led the line of slaves inside. Patrick’s heart hammered against his ribs as the chain around his neck tightened, forcing him to keep pace. The weight of so many eyes on his naked body made his skin prickle, his cock twitching despite the humiliation.
Megan stood at the center of the stage, her presence commanding the room. She wore a sleek black dress that clung to her curves, her long legs accentuated by stiletto heels that clicked against the polished wood as she moved. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips were painted a deep, sinful red.
She raised a hand, silencing the murmurs with a single, imperious gesture. "Ladies and gentlemen," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction, "welcome to the Black Magnolia’s most exclusive auction. Tonight, we have a selection of the finest, most obedient slaves you’ve ever seen. And let me tell you—some of them are *very* eager to please."
The crowd chuckled, their eyes already roaming over the naked bodies lined up on stage. Patrick’s breath hitched as Megan’s gaze locked onto him, her smirk widening. "And look at this one," she said, her voice dripping with mock admiration. "Fresh meat. Untouched.
Untrained. Untamed. That’s what you are, Patrick,” Megan purred, circling him like a predator. The crowd’s murmurs grew louder, their eyes hungry as they drank in the sight of his trembling body. His cock, already half-hard from the humiliation, twitched under their scrutiny. Megan’s fingers trailed down his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his nipples before dipping lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above his hips. “And tonight, we’re going to see just how much potential you have.”
Patrick swallowed hard, his throat dry. The leather collar around his neck felt heavier now, the chain pulling taut as Veronika tugged him forward.
Megan's voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd, smooth and commanding. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's begin with something special—Veronika." The name hung in the air like a challenge. Veronika stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the stage, her posture rigid with controlled defiance. The crowd leaned in, their eyes raking over her naked body, lingering on the curve of her hips, the way her fingers curled into fists at her sides.
Patrick watched, his pulse hammering in his throat, as Megan circled Veronika like a predator sizing up prey. "A rare gem," Megan purred, her fingers brushing Veronika's collar before trailing down her spine. "Trained, obedient, but with just enough fire to keep things interesting." The crowd murmured in approval, their gazes burning into Veronika's skin.
Megan's fingers traced the curve of Veronika's ass, her nails digging into the soft flesh. Veronika's breath hitched, but she didn't move, her eyes locked onto Megan's. Megan smirked, her voice dropping to a low, sultry purr. "Veronika, darling, why don't you show our guests what you can do?"
Veronika's eyes flashed with defiance, but she didn't hesitate. She turned to face the crowd, her back straight, her chin held high. Her hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, her fingers pinching her nipples until they were hard, dark points.
The crowd murmured, their eyes avid as they watched her. Megan's smirk deepened as she watched Veronika, her eyes flicking to the audience, who were now murmuring in anticipation. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, let's see what this rare gem is worth," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. She turned to the audience, her eyes scanning the room, her gaze landing on a tall, muscular man in the front row. "Mark," she said, her voice a low purr. "Would you like to make the first bid?"
Mark's eyes met Megan's, a wicked glint in their depths. He leaned forward, his voice clear and confident. "I'll give you a thousand."
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. Then, a murmur of approval rippled through the crowd.
Megan's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Well, Mark, it seems you've started the bidding off right. But I'm sure we can do better than that." Her gaze swept the room, lingering on a woman in the second row. "Anna, my dear, what do you say to this beautiful creature?"
Anna, a woman in her late thirties with sharp features and an even sharper gaze, leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Veronika. "Two thousand," she said, her voice cool and collected.
Mark's eyes narrowed, but he didn't hesitate. "Three thousand," he countered, his voice a low growl.
Anna's smile was predatory.
"Five thousand," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "And I promise to make her *beg* for it."
The room erupted into laughter and murmurs, the air thick with anticipation. Megan's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched the bidding escalate. "Five thousand it is, Anna," she said, her voice smooth and confident. "But let's see if we can't get a little more out of this one."
Mark's jaw tightened, but he knew he was outbid. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Veronika. "Seven thousand," he said, his voice low and menacing.
Anna's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't hesitate.
"Ten thousand," she said, her voice steady. The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air. Megan's smirk deepened as she looked at Mark, who shook his head slightly, his expression grim.
"Sold, to Anna," Megan declared, her voice ringing out clear and triumphant. The crowd applauded, their eyes gleaming with excitement as Veronika was led away by Anna, her head held high despite the chain around her neck.
Megan turned her attention to the remaining slaves, her gaze landing on Patrick.
"And now, for something completely different," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "A fresh, untouched toy for you all to play with." She snapped her fingers, and Veronika reappeared, leading Patrick to the center of the stage. The chain around his neck clinked softly as he moved, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
"Look at him," Megan said, circling him like a predator. "All that potential, just waiting to be unleashed." Her fingers traced the muscles of his arms, his chest, his stomach, making him shiver. "Let's see what he's made of, shall we?"
She turned to the crowd, her voice dripping with seduction.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's see what this rare gem is worth," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
Megan's eyes flicked to Patrick, her gaze lingering on his trembling body. "Patrick, darling, why don't you show our guests what you've got?"
Patrick swallowed hard, his throat dry. He stood there, his body stiff with nerves, his cock already semi-hard from the humiliation of being on display. Megan's fingers traced down his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his skin, making him shiver.
"Look at him," Megan said, her voice low and teasing. "He's so eager. Just look at that cock, standing at attention." Her fingers trailed lower, cupping his balls gently before squeezing them, making Patrick gasp.
Her fingers trailed lower, cupping his balls gently before squeezing them, making Patrick gasp. A sharp, electric jolt shot through him, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. The crowd’s murmur swelled into a low, hungry sound that vibrated in the air around the stage.
“See that?” Megan crooned to the audience, her hand now stroking his length with possessive familiarity. “Pure, untapped reflex. Every nerve ending is just… waiting.” Patrick’s face burned, but a treacherous part of him arched into her touch, his cock swelling to full, aching hardness in her grip. She released him abruptly, leaving him exposed and throbbing under the hot lights.
“Do we have an opening bid?” Megan called out, her voice slicing through the thick silence.
“Five hundred.” The offer came from a bored-looking man in the back.
“A thousand.” Anna’s voice, cool and clear, cut off further debate from the crowd. She hadn’t moved from her seat, her expression one of detached appraisal, as if Patrick were a piece of furniture. The finality in her tone stifled other bids. Megan’s smile was a razor’s edge.
“Sold, to Anna,” she declared, giving Patrick’s ass a sharp, stinging slap that echoed. “Congratulations. He’s all yours.” Veronika, now standing beside Anna’s chair with a leash in her hand, stepped forward to clip it to Patrick’s collar. Her eyes met his briefly, their usual cold efficiency replaced by a dark, unreadable blankness. She gave the leash a tug, leading him off the stage and away from the staring eyes, his bare feet cold on the marble floor.
They didn’t go far. Anna led them to a private booth, a curtained alcove off the main auction floor, dominated by a large, upholstered divan. The sounds of the ongoing auction became a muffled backdrop. “On your knees, both of you,” Anna commanded, shrugging off her jacket. They knelt on the plush carpet, Patrick’s heart hammering against his ribs. Anna looked down at them, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
“Veronika. You know what I require first.” Anna’s voice was soft, yet it brooked no argument.
“Yes, Mistress,” Veronika whispered, her subservience sending another shock through Patrick. She shuffled forward on her knees until she was between Anna’s legs. With practiced hands, she pushed Anna’s skirt up and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her black lace panties, drawing them down. Anna stepped out of them, placing one stiletto-clad foot on the divan beside Veronika’s head.
“Clean me,” Anna ordered, her hand settling on the back of Veronika’s head. “I want to feel your tongue everywhere. Show the boy how it’s done.”
Veronika didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, her tongue snaking out to trace a long, slow stripe through Anna’s folds. Patrick heard a wet, intimate sound and Anna’s low sigh of approval. Veronika’s mouth worked with desperate focus, her lips closing around Anna’s clit, sucking hard. Anna’s fingers twisted in Veronika’s hair, guiding the rhythm, pushing her face deeper.
“Use your fingers,” Anna gasped, her composure cracking. “Get me ready.” Veronika obeyed, sliding two fingers inside Anna’s cunt, pumping them in a steady, slick rhythm while her tongue continued its relentless circles. The raw, obscene sounds of wet flesh filled the alcove. Anna’s hips began to rock against Veronika’s face, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
Patrick’s cock hardened as he watched. The sight of the once-cold secretary now feverishly eating out their owner, the smell of sex blooming in the air, the explicit, grunting sounds—it flooded him with a heat that overrode his shame. He was painfully, fully erect, his own need a stark, aching presence between his legs. He couldn’t look away from Veronika’s working jaw, the gleam of saliva and arousal on her chin.
Anna came with a choked cry, her body tensing as she ground herself against Veronika’s mouth. After a moment, she pushed Veronika’s head away, her own breathing ragged. She looked down at Patrick, her eyes glazed but sharp. “Your turn,” she panted. “You watch well. Now get over here and fuck her. I want to see you use that hard cock.”
She pointed to the divan. “Veronika, on your hands and knees. Present yourself.” Veronika, her face slick and flushed, crawled onto the furniture, ass raised high in the air. Anna moved to the side, a conductor ready to observe her symphony.
Patrick rose on trembling legs, his erection bobbing as he moved. He positioned himself behind Veronika, the head of his cock nudging against her soaked entrance. He looked to Anna, unsure.
“Now, Patrick,” Anna said, her voice a lash. “Fuck her like you mean it. Don’t make me ask twice.”
He pushed forward, sinking into a breathtaking, tight heat. Veronika gasped, a ragged sound muffled by the upholstery. He began to move, shallow at first, then deeper, driven by a primal rhythm that the sight and sounds had carved into him. Each thrust drew a wet, slapping sound from their joining flesh. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, pulling her back onto him with more force.
“Harder,” Anna commanded, her voice cool again. “Use her. She’s a thing for your pleasure. Fuck her like the cheap slut she is tonight.”
Patrick obeyed, his hips pistoning faster, the divan creaking under their weight. The lewd, rhythmic noise of skin on skin, of his balls slapping against her, filled the space. Veronika’s moans became sharper, punctuating each deep drive. He could feel his orgasm coiling, a tight spring in his gut, but he fought it, losing himself in the raw, mechanical act of possession.
“Look at her, Patrick,” Anna whispered, leaning close to his ear. “Look at the secretary who collared you, getting her cunt stretched by a broke student. She’s dripping for it. Now come for me. Fill her up.”
The permission, the filthy words, shattered his control. With a guttural groan, he slammed into her one last time, his body seizing as his orgasm ripped through him. Pulses of hot cum shot deep inside her, his vision blurring at the edges. He collapsed forward, spent, onto Veronika’s back, both of them slick with sweat.
Anna watched, a satisfied smile touching her lips. She ran a hand through Patrick’s damp hair. “Good,” she murmured. “Very good.” Her eyes lifted toward the curtain, as if hearing something from the main room. “Now rest. The night’s final act is about to begin.”