Slave Of The Aristocracy: On The Auction Block Part 11

She shook her head violently between Sapphire's knees and screamed, "No! No! No!"

The man laughed again and thrust himself as deep into her as he could. His thighs banged against her b.u.t.tocks and propelled her farther on top of Sapphire. After a few thrusts, her head was on Sapphire's b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the fronts of her thighs were pressed hard against the edge of the billiard table.

Sapphire held her head as though to soothe her.

Flame glanced over her shoulder to see who was violating her virgin a.s.shole. She was not surprised to see Grenfeld's red beard parted in a hateful, victorious leer.

"Hey, Dodge, you ever ram her up her a.s.s?"

"No, sir."

"The h.e.l.l, you say. Her husband isn't the man to have ever done her like this, either, the fastidious p.r.i.c.k." He thrust viciously into her. "This is a rare treat. A slave with a genuine virgin a.s.shole. I got a duty to break her a.s.s cherry but good." He redoubled his enthusiastic thrusting.

Flame screamed and screamed, as though she were being torn asunder. In reality, now that Grenfeld was inside and she was stretched open, the penetration was only mildly uncomfortable. Not much worse than the d.i.l.d.o that she had been using only a couple of hours earlier.

Where she was feeling real pain was the fronts of her thighs that were being banged repeatedly against the edge of the billiard table. The mattress fit inside the b.u.mpers and left the wooden edges exposed all around. She dearly wished that it had been made oversized so that the edges were padded, too.

Grenfeld finally groaned like a falling tree and dumped his load of seed into her colon.

When he pulled out of her, he looked down at his c.o.c.k, hoping to see it covered in blood. There wasn't a drop. "You sure that you never did her a.s.s, Dodge?"

"No, sir."

Sapphire laughed. "Who would have guessed that the lady was a natural a.s.s slave under that fancy dress?"

Grenfeld laughed with her. "No one who knew her before, that's for d.a.m.n sure."

"Well, she's no lady now." Sapphire pulled the pins out of Flame's hair carelessly and let her locks flow over her face. "She's just Flame, a slave whose a.s.s is free for the taking."

It was now official. Flame had been penetrated in every orifice. She felt a perverse pride in her accomplishment. Lady Irene would have died of old age without reaching this milestone.

"Hey, Anthony," Grenfeld boomed. "Get over here and try this a.s.s on for size. I think you'll fit just fine."

Flame stayed in place while the knight dropped his trousers and replaced Grenfeld in her a.s.shole. She was already gaping open and accommodating him took no effort, but she groaned at the penetration and pounded her fists on the mattress to encourage him.

"You," Grenfeld said, "get out from underneath that b.i.t.c.h and get down here. You don't get to just lie around enjoying yourself all evening. You got work to do."

Sapphire scrambled off the table and fell to her knees in front of Grenfeld. She knew exactly what he wanted and cleaned his limp c.o.c.k with her tongue and lips.

He groaned in satisfaction.

"Dodge," he said. "Why don't you get over here and get some of this. This p.u.s.s.y licker knows what to do with her mouth when there's a man in front of her."

When Dodge stepped forward, Sapphire unbuckled his trousers to free his c.o.c.k and began giving him her best effort. Almost immediately, Dodge began moaning and pumping his hips into her face. Her slurping was audible to Flame who was still bent across the edge of the mattress, now having her a.s.shole reamed out by one of Dodge's other friends.

So it went. Once the trend was set, every man wanted to be sucked off by Sapphire and to b.u.g.g.e.r Flame, not necessarily in that order.

Flame was amazed how quickly the men could recover from their first o.r.g.a.s.m and get it up again. It was easiest for them to do her first, and then rely on Sapphire's educated mouth to revive them after a few minutes' rest.

The only exceptions were Dodge who seemed to have no interest in doing his own slave and used Sapphire exclusively; and Grenfeld who, after christening Sapphire's mouth briefly, had no further interest in doing anyone but Flame.

It took little more than half an hour for Flame's a.s.s to be filled with the c.u.m of six different men. There had hardly been a break between violations and her back was aching from having to remain bent over. Her a.s.shole, gaping and slick from the lube and c.u.m, burned from the pounding that it had received.

Sapphire was still sucking c.o.c.k it took longer for her to get a man off, especially if he had already come in Flame's a.s.s and she had one man waiting in line. Her knees had to be aching but her jaw must have been hurting worse. A half hour is a long time to keep your mouth stretched wide open. Yet she didn't dare let her teeth graze even the largest c.o.c.k that was shoved down her throat for fear of punishment.

The evening was still young. The entertainment had only been underway for a little more than an hour. The gentlemen wouldn't consider returning to their wives for another two hours, at least.

Though Sapphire had cleaned Grenfeld with her mouth, he been fresh from b.u.g.g.e.ring Flame and had not been erect. Now, he was rampant and ready to go again.

He grabbed Flame by her hair with both hands and pulled her off the mattress. "You aren't going to lay about when you've got a man ready for you." He pushed her to her knees and pulled her head into his crotch. "Get to work, you lazy b.i.t.c.h!"

She grabbed his c.o.c.k at the base with both hands and lowered her mouth over his purple head.

"I don't think so," Grenfeld roared. He addressed one of the men who were standing, watching. "Get those cuffs and secure her hands behind her back." A shelf by the door was piled high with useful items, including several pairs of handcuffs.

In a few seconds, rough hands pulled Flame's arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together.

"Okay, c.u.n.t-eater, let's see how good you are with lips and tongue alone," Grenfeld said. "I've always suspected that a lady has a lot more talent than she shares with her husband. Now you give me a good time or you'll regret that you ever sold yourself."

Flame began licking and sucking in earnest. Lacking the use of her hands, she had to work her mouth with all the skill that she'd acquired from her kennelman's tutelage.

Grenfeld had little patience for skill and finesse. He still had both hands wrapped in Flame's hair. After watching her work desperately on him for a couple of minutes, he began jerking her head and thrusting himself as far down her throat as he could.

She gagged when his c.o.c.k hit the back of her throat and then choked as it cut off her air. All concern for sucking and licking was gone. She needed to concentrate only on keeping her mouth open as wide as possible to make sure that she didn't bite him and on sucking as much air into her lungs as possible every time he withdrew an inch before slamming back into her.

Her instinctive reaction to her distress was to try to use her hands to defend herself. Logic told her that it was a useless effort, but her ancient animal brain didn't care. Throughout the ordeal, her wrists thrashed reflexively in her handcuffs, leaving bruises that would last for days.

The mood in the room had s.h.i.+fted subtly. The basics were over. Every man who wanted relief had come twice already. Now they needed more imaginative challenges to stimulate their interest.

Sapphire knew that if the slaves didn't supply the imagination, the gentlemen would. And the slaves wouldn't like some of the things that the gentlemen dreamed up.

When Grenfeld came, he roared.

Flame was almost unconscious from suffocation. She swallowed frantically, needing to clear the thick gobs from her throat so that she could breath again. She heard Grenfeld shout, "That, gentlemen, is how you skullf.u.c.k a lady properly. Who's next?"

Sir Anthony stepped forward, his c.o.c.k rampant.

Flame was still gasping for air. Her lips had a bluish tinge. She didn't think that she could survive further suffocation.

Sapphire had finished with her last man and came to her rescue. She swayed around the table and said, in a soft voice, "If one is good, two will be better. We have a real treat for you, sir."

She sank to her knees facing Flame.

"Let us feast on your delicious c.o.c.k."

She grabbed him by the shaft and guided him between their mouths. Then she released him and clasped her own hands behind her back in a parody of Flame's bound hands.

She wrapped her lips around the side of his shaft.

Though a fog of anoxia, Flame perceived the game and wrapped her lips around the other side so that her lips were touching Sapphire's. The two slaves were kissing each other with the tips of their lips, the man's c.o.c.k sharing their mouth in between.

Sapphire began slowly moving toward the head of his c.o.c.k, using her tongue to lubricate her pa.s.sage.

Flame's mind was barely clear enough to see what Sapphire was doing and follow her lead so that both mouths were sliding along the length of his shaft in unison, leaving a slimy trail behind, always maintaining their kiss.

As she began to recover her air and her head began to clear, she was better able to synchronize her movements with Sapphire's.

They kept navigating the length of Anthony's shaft from root to head and back until he was moaning in delight.

The next time they reached his head, Sapphire kept going until both mouths were free of his c.o.c.k. She pulled away and, with her eyes, gestured to the purple dome.

Flame understood and moved to take him into her mouth.

When the head of his c.o.c.k was full into Flame's mouth, Sapphire used her tongue to lick the joint between him and Flame's lips. She bent her head over to reach the far side and then craned her neck underneath to lick the bottom. Repeating those maneuvers, over and over, she kept him stimulated further down his shaft than Flame could reach by penetration alone.

After a minute, he began thrusting reflexively.

Sapphire knocked her face against Flame's cheek, signaling her to release him.

Sapphire and Flame reversed positions, Sapphire taking Anthony in her mouth while Flame licked his shaft.

Sapphire was expert at not letting a man come to climax. When he became too excited, she released the head of his c.o.c.k and she and Flame returned to their kiss around his shaft, working it from head to root.

When he began to relax, she took his head into her mouth again and began working on it anew.

She stretched Antony's exquisite frustration out for minute after minute.

With both slaves working on one man, there was no one slave available for the others to use. They didn't mind. Some of the men watched the waltz of the two mouths in fascination. Others drifted away to sip brandy and chat with each other.

When Sapphire finally allowed Anthony his relief, she did not swallow his c.u.m but stuck her tongue out and presented it to the watching gentlemen as a creamy white ball on the tip.

She took her hands from behind her back and gently parted Flame's lips.

Flame didn't want to accept the gift but had no choice. She was going to receive it whether she wanted to or not. It was better that she do so with good grace.

She opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

Sapphire delicately dropped the gob of Anthony's c.u.m onto it.

Flame kept her tongue extended for a few seconds to ensure that every man who was still watching saw it. Then she delicately closed her mouth and swallowed. Her white throat bobbed.

"Gentlemen," Sapphire said softly, "that is the fine art of sucking c.o.c.k."

Then she put her arms about Flame and kissed her long and deep, tongue thrust far into her mouth and b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressed tight against each other.

Even Grenfeld knew better than to break the mood at that moment.

But he was not to leave Flame alone for long. As soon as Sapphire and Flame stood up again, he took Flame by the arm and crudely pulled her against his body.

"Somebody uncuff the lady," he said. "It's time I did her proper."

Someone, one of Dodge's friends, a man whose name Flame never learned, hastened to the shelf to retrieve the handcuff key.

When her hands were freed, Grenfeld said, "That's no clothes for a lady. Strip them off."

The only clothes that Flame was wearing were the red garter belt and stockings.

When she was completely naked, he asked, softly, "Will you dance with me, now, my lady?"

"With pleasure," she replied.

"Only if you're not too tired, of course."

In her previous life, that had been her excuse for refusing the second dance with him at the Autumn Solstice Ball that she had been too tired. He had remembered that detail.

Now, she was exhausted, but could only say, "I'm not tired at all, sir. You infuse me with new energy." A slave was never too tired to perform. Not unless she wanted to be revived by a brisk whipping.

"Good. You're going to need it."

Her heart sank. After all she had endured, she still had a long evening ahead.

"Dodge, some music, please," Grenfeld said.

Dodge turned a dial on the wall and the soft background music swelled to fill the room.

They danced.

The liberties that Grenfeld had taken with her when she was a lady at the ball were nothing compared to what he did when she was a naked slave waltzing in his arms.

He held her so tightly that she could barely breathe, dug his fingers into her c.u.n.t and a.s.s, mauled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s mercilessly, and thrust his tongue as far into her mouth as he could reach.

And all the time, whispered into her ear, the compliments of a perfect gentleman. "You dance like you were born for this. ... You're so light on your feet. You must tell me your secret diet. ... Your dress suits you perfectly. ... Your husband is such a lucky man. ... I hope that you've been enjoying the service tonight. ... The party's far from over yet. ... I'm sure that you'll be offered many more delicious flavors this evening. "

Though her b.r.e.a.s.t.s ached when he squeezed them in an iron grip, her nipples burned when he twisted them, and her c.u.n.t lips screamed in agony when he pinched them with his fingernails, she forced herself to smile and answer softly, "Thank you, sir. ... You're so kind. ... It's so nice to dance with a true gentleman."

He stopped dancing. "I am a gentleman." He altered his grip so that he was holding her gently and kissed her tenderly, mouth relaxed, lips opened only slightly. He held his tongue in abeyance. It was a lover's kiss. "I would be honored if you called me by my name. My name is James."

Flame was startled. The Baronet's first name was William. The only James that she knew was her husband. She didn't know how to respond and said nothing.

"Say it," Grenfeld said. "Say, 'I love you, James.'"

She pressed her face into his shoulder. "Please. I'm begging you. Don't."

"Say it or I'll have Dodge cane you b.l.o.o.d.y. You'll envy Sapphire that her scarring is so light compared to the disfigurement that'll cloak your back."

Grenfeld had only refrained from having her caned already because his sense of decorum was too deeply ingrained. But if a slave refused a direct order to engage in simple role-playing, to refuse something as simple as calling a gentleman by another name, there would be no limit to the punishment that he could request.

And Dodge would do it. He would cane her b.l.o.o.d.y if Grenfeld told him to. To ingratiate himself with the aristocracy, he wouldn't hesitate to destroy his hundred-thousand plaq slave.