On the Auction Block (12 page)

Sapphire turned forward and pulled her skirt
high enough to flash a glimpse of her shaved pubis.

There was scattered applause.

Both slaves dropped their skirts back to
their ankles. “I’m not saying that your lady is as shameless as
us,” Flame said. “I’m only saying that you don’t know.”

Sapphire took that as her cue. “Some of them
might enjoy each other as intimately as Lady Flame and I do.” She
drew Flame into another long, wet kiss. This time, she reached up
to pull the bow that secured the laces on the back of Flame’s
bodice.

Flame felt her top loosen and did the same to
Sapphire.

Sapphire caressed Flame’s breasts through the
fabric of her bodice with one hand while she slowly unlaced the
back of her dress with the other, pulling the ribbon through one
eyelet at a time, stretching it out so that every man in the room
could see that the bodice was coming undone.

Flame grabbed Sapphire’s buttocks, pulled
their hips into tight contact, and ground her crotch slowly against
her.

When Flame’s bodice was completely unlaced,
Sapphire pulled away from their clinch and slid Flame’s dress off
her shoulders and down her arms.

The fabric slipped off Flame’s breasts.

Some of the men gasped wetly at the sight of
a former lady’s tits.

Sapphire let the top half of Flame’s dress
hang from her hips and wrists and began kissing her neck and
shoulders. She slowly moved down to her breasts and began sucking
on her nipples, alternating kisses with gentle bites, taking a
nipple gently between her teeth and pulling it out to form a little
pink tent before releasing it to snap back into place.

Flame could not help but respond to the
stimulation. As her breathing became fast and deep, her breasts
heaved against Sapphire’s mouth.

The audience was silent. Rapt. Wondering if
their wives engaged in such scandalous behavior when they were
visiting each other for afternoon tea.

Sapphire moved further down, laying a line of
kisses the length of Flame’s flat belly and pulling Flame’s dress
over her hips to bare her hairless crotch.

Flame slipped her hands out of her cuffs and
let the dress fall to the floor.

Sapphire buried her face between Flame’s
thighs. No one in the audience could see what she was doing in
there, but she licked avidly at Flame’s cunt anyway.

Sapphire had claimed that she was not
interested in women, but Flame was beginning to doubt that.

When Sapphire pulled away, and turned her
face to the crowd, the lower half was slick with her saliva and
Flame’s juices. She smiled sweetly and slowly licked her lips.

The men were awestruck.

She rose, stepped in front of Flame and
presented her back to her and her front to the audience.

Flame began unlacing the back of Sapphire’s
bodice. Every time the lace slipped out of an eyelet, she reached
up and slipped Sapphire’s dress a little further off her
shoulders.

She was revealing Sapphire’s body in
tantalizing increments.

Eventually it reached the point where
Sapphire’s bodice could not longer defy gravity and it slipped to
her waist.

When Sapphire’s torso was naked, Flame
reached under her arms to massage her breasts.

Sapphire fell back against Flame’s naked
chest.

Her body was hot and dry. Flame could feel
the corrugation of her terrible scars against her breasts.

Then Sapphire laid her head back on Flame’s
shoulder, offering her long white neck to the crowd. That was,
arguably, Sapphire’s most sensual feature.

She turned her head to whisper in Flame’s
ear. “Unpin my hair. You’ll be the naked lady for a while longer,
but I’m already the slave.” Then she kissed Flame’s earlobe and
tugged on it with her teeth.

Flame removed her hands and re-wrapped them
around the outside of Sapphire’s arms, then she slid them from her
breasts past her shoulders and up her neck. She paused briefly to
caress that most vulnerable, most sensitive skin. Seven pairs of
eyes watched the pulse beat, strong and fast, beside Sapphire’s
throat – tangible evidence of the emotion that roiled beneath her
languid exterior.

Flame pulled the pins that held Sapphire’s
hair, one by one, and tossed them to the floor. Each time a pin was
pulled, another wave of blonde cascaded over Flame’s shoulder.

When the last pin was tossed aside, Sapphire
turned her head towards Flame. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

Flame turned to her and kissed her, long and
deep, her mouth open and their tongues flicking against each
other.

The men were standing close enough to see
every detail of their kiss.

While they kissed, Sapphire pulled her own
dress over her hips and let it flow down her thighs to the
floor.

Both slaves were naked but for their
high-heeled shoes, stockings, and garter belts.

Sapphire, her back still pressed against
Flame’s chest, took Flame’s hands in hers and led her to the
billiard table.

The men parted to let the slaves pass.

The billiard table had been covered with a
mattress that had been manufactured to fit into the top exactly.
Nobody would be playing billiards tonight.

Every manor had a billiard room with a table,
but Flame had never seen her husband or any other gentleman
actually play billiards. She wondered if any of them knew how.

Two steps leading up to the mattress ran the
length of the sides of the table. There were no steps on the
ends.

As they walked, Flame hugging Sapphire from
behind, she could feel the rough corduroy of Sapphire’s scarred
back working against her breasts and belly. Sapphire had deftly
arranged the performance so that no man had yet seen her scars.
They had only seen her body from the front.

Sapphire couldn’t sustain that for the whole
evening, but she was going to delay revealing her disfigurement for
as long as possible.

When they reached the table, Sapphire kicked
off her shoes, whirled around and lay down on the mattress with her
knees bent sharply so that her stocking feet rested on the edge.
Her knees were parted wide and her bald wet cunt was open like an
exotic, fleshy orchid.

She had accomplished the maneuver in one
smooth motion, almost looking like a trained dancer. Her scars had
been revealed, but so briefly that no man had taken note of them.
They were all staring at her wet, pulsing sex.

She extended her arms toward Flame in a
gesture of entreaty.

Flame’s hair was still pinned up in the style
of a lady. When Flame kicked off her shoes and stepped forward,
Sapphire encircled her bare neck with her hands and pulled her head
down into her cunt. Her movements looked gentle and sensual but her
hands felt like an iron collar against the back of Flame’s neck.
Flame had no choice but to press her mouth to Sapphire’s cunt.

Once there, she had to start licking because
that was the only thing to do.

Sapphire tasted musky – savory rather than
sweet. Though the
idea
of penetrating another woman with her
tongue bordered on revolting, Flame found that the reality was
tolerable. Better than licking grease off Dodge’s bathroom floor,
for sure. And she did that every single night.

When Sapphire eased the pressure on Flame’s
neck, Flame pulled her lips far enough away so that the men who
were pressing close could see her tongue sliding along the length
of Sapphire’s pink slit and then thrusting into it as far as she
could reach.

The men were entranced by the sight of a
lady’s hairdo bobbing over a slave’s wet cunt, her tongue
stimulating the slave to moan in passion. Sapphire’s hands still
covered the tell-tale tattoo on the back of Flame’s neck and that
touch added verisimilitude to the fantastic illusion.

After a few minutes, Sapphire’s hips began
bucking in uncontrolled passion.

At first, Flame hoped that it was only
simulated passion, then thought,
What the hell? If she can get
off on this, then good for her.
She redoubled her efforts,
alternating deep thrusts into Sapphire’s vaginal vault with fast,
light flicks on her clit.

While Flame was bent over, her mouth driving
Sapphire to scream in ecstasy, she felt hands grab her hips, then a
cock slide into her virgin asshole. The penetration was slow but
unrelenting.

Flame was grateful that she had spent time
stretching and lubing herself before coming here because the man
behind her was going to force his way in, no matter what resistance
he had to overcome. He wouldn’t have waited to let her apply lube
even if she had a tube in her hands. He couldn’t even be bothered
trying to ease his entry with his own spittle. If she hadn’t been
ready to accommodate him, he would have torn her apart for
sure.

Despite her preparation, despite knowing to
relax her sphincter muscles to accept the intruder by the contrary
action of trying to expel him, she still felt discomfort that
bordered on pain.

This was no accident. The man wanted to make
her suffer with his crude, unrelenting violation. She was a slave.
It was her job to give the man what he wanted. So she began to
whine as though she were suffering terrible pain, and began jerking
her hips as though she were trying to escape. But she was careful
not to move so far or so suddenly that she might thwart him.
Rather, she made sure that her movements further impaled herself on
his cock. Her whines turned to muffled screams and she beat her
hands against the mattress.

The man violating her rumbled a throaty
laugh. “What’s the matter, lady? You never took it up the ass
before.”

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 buttocks
and propelled her farther on top of Sapphire. After a few thrusts,
her head was on Sapphire’s breasts 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 asshole. She was not surprised to see
Grenfeld’s red beard parted in a hateful, victorious leer.

“Hey, Dodge, you ever ram her up her
ass?”

“No, sir.”

“The hell, you say. Her husband isn’t the man
to have ever done her like this, either, the fastidious prick.” He
thrust viciously into her. “This is a rare treat. A slave with a
genuine virgin asshole. I got a duty to break her ass 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 dildo 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 bumpers 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 cock, hoping to see it covered in blood. There wasn’t a drop.
“You sure that you never did her ass, Dodge?”

“No, sir.”

Sapphire laughed. “Who would have guessed
that the lady was a natural ass slave under that fancy dress?”

Grenfeld laughed with her. “No one who knew
her before, that’s for damn 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 ass 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 ass 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 asshole. 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 bitch 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 cock 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 pussy 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 cock 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 asshole
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 bugger Flame, not
necessarily in that order.

Flame was amazed how quickly the men could
recover from their first orgasm 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.