It reminded Mel of when Donnie first fucked Mel against the island, telling her of the infidelity with Jill that started the whole thing.
“GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH!” Jaxson used her face and throat for at least 10 straight minutes, then turning her over.
Jaxson unmercifully grabbed her bound wristed, sliding her face on the bed, she felt useless except for being a vesicle for his pleasure. Lining up he pushed his cock over had through her swollen pussy lips.
“OHHHH SIRRRR!!!!” she wailed in delight, orgasming instantly to the long, thick cock sliding deep in her cunt. “OHHH YESSSS! YESS!”
He propped Mel up on her knees, feet hanging over the bed, his cock slamming inside again and again while he stood dominant.
“OHH! OH! OHHH! OH! OH! AH! AH! AH! AH!” she moaned, the feeling both pleasurable then moving to pain, her throat feeling the effects of being pummeled now her pussy. “OHH! OH! OHHH! OH! OH! AH! AH! AH! AH! YEESSS! YESSS!”
“Good slut,” Jaxon affirmed her, and kept fucking her wet, pussy, his stamina propelling her forward with each thrust, face into the covers, hands pinned behind. He grabbed her hair and hurt her.
“AGGGGHHHHTTTT!” The guttural, helpless scream triggering his lust, pulling harder and deeper into her cunt, holding it there to unload his cum. “AGGGHFHHHHTTTT SIR!!! YES!!! BREEED MEEEEE!”
He released her, springing forward, her head bouncing, her pulled out, twisting her legs, kneeling on the bed, his knees walking his cock towards her face, her mouth open like a baby chick searching for the worm, getting the side of it, gathering with her lips and then sucking the tip, getting as much cum as she could.
“You are a natural slut,” Jaxson said while she milked him, smiling, nodding sucking, her eyes wide looking at him, his cock extended out from her mouth. “Now you will write and don’t leave out a detail.”
She was released from her cuffs, naked, his jizz running down her leg, she found a robe and carried it to the bathroom. She showered in warm water, soap and then began the task of writing everything she knew.
Mel’s hand was cramping she was writing so fast and so much, trying to recall everything she’d picked up upon from Jill and her husband Donnie’s conversations. She didn’t know it yet, but her fate was sealed, a possession of Mistress Night to reside in the complex for a year, double the salary of where she was working now, full benefits.
“Fuck ’em” Mel said, there was a part of Mel that believed she would be spared by her husband, even though they talked about her being ‘turned over’ and now it was beyond obvious he was moving on to Jill in this arrangement.
When finished there were five sheets, front and back. Mel handed them to Gladys, her Mistress was made up perfectly for the evening’s Red Night Buffett.
“Very good, Child,” she said, placing her hand to Mel’s chin, pulling her up for a kiss. “You will find my accommodations quite comfortable here and your duties beyond fulfilling to your natural tendencies.”
Mel nodded and smiled, still in the plush robe, Gladys bringing a bowl of fruit and water to nourish her slut. Mel had an apple the grapes, along with half the pitcher of water.
Mistress Night stood in the doorway and watched Mel pace and eat, seeing the opening in her slut’s robe, proud of what she had created and pleased with her writing, skimming a few paragraphs.
“How may I please you tonight, Mistress?” Mel asked noticing the Mistress hadn’t left, waiting for her attention, giving her some space.
“Tonight your beauty will be put on display,” Gladys said extending her arms. “A glorious bird in a cage high above those dining tonight, your feathers magnificent. I will send my best to prepare you in an hour, I suggest you take a nap.”
“Yes, Mistress…thank you Mistress,” Mel said, curled into the couch and was asleep feeling calm and satisfied.
Mel was awaken by the soft caress of Queen Lucia, the young, dark skinned woman who led her through training the past weekend. She was not dressed in Mistress gear, rather a robe, her hair done up nicely, almost like a bride ready to put her dress on to be married.
“Mmmm, Sweetness,” Queen Lucia whispered into Mel’s ear. “Welcome home.”
The two women kissed, softly, fully, lips mashing, sucking then a long embrace. Queen Lucia explained the banquet.
“I don’t like the buffet title, it’s a banquet first and foremost,” she then added. “Later though, it does become a sexual buffet.”
She explained that Mel would be naked, with properly placed adornments on her ankles, wrists, neck and waist. She will be in a cage hovering above the dining hall, moving and swaying to the soft music in the background.
“I’ll do your make-up now,” Queen Lucia said, holding out her hand to bring Mel to her feet. “You will be stunning.”
Queen Lucia continued setting the scene, the banquet goers will bid on all of the people in all of the cages, the money going to the operation of the complex, the people coming from Gladys’s many business dealings. People not a part of the society, a contentious point for members like Brian, Jill and Carroll.
“The highest bidder gets to cash in on you, then the second, possibly the third,” Queen Lucia said. “In theory, everyone who bids on you could have a turn, but I’ve only experienced three.”
“You’re in a cage too?” Mel asked softly, sitting in the chair getting ready for her make-up.
“Yes,” she said getting the base brush out, fanning it over what she was going to apply to Mel. “One more year for me, then I can be one of the party goers and out bid everyone for you.”
They kissed and Queen Lucia began.
It took an hour to do the make up, adding temporary tattoos, a line of silver beads on Mel’s forehead. Her face was fierce, highlighting her cheekbones, a smokey dark eye the fanned out over her temples, hair that was sculpted back, like it was blown by wind.
“Gorgeous,” Queen Lucia said and had to leave to finish her preparation.
Three men in loin clothes brought a meat and veggie tray, more water for Mel, instructing her to eat. She knew she needed food for the energy of the night, but knew Mistress Night wouldn’t want her weighed down with a heavy meal.
They watched her finish, she hit the bathroom and then led her down the hall, to the center room of the complex, where she was last trained. It was converted to a grand ballroom for the evening and the cages lined the walls.
Visitors were already having cocktails in the far corner, a three piece band playing the soft jazz Queen Lucia had indicated would fill the space. An older woman, in her early 70s appeared, she wore a skin tight, muted red body suit with make-up to match.
“Thank you gentlemen, you know the way, let me lead Melanie to her place,” said the older woman, her hand on Mel’s. I then realized it was Sophie from the other side of Cardinal Bay. She turned, put her hand on Mel’s cheek, “You are stunning my dear.”
There was a back stairway that led to balconies for which the cages were placed and supported. She was led into the balcony and then entered from the back, the cages shut and latched.
“Sway and move to the music and try to look directly at the guests,” Sophie coached her, then leaving suspended in the air inside the golden cage.
Queen Lucia told Mel that there were people at the event that had no clue others were bidding to have sex with those in the cages. They made donations by through their phone, QR codes everywhere in the hall. Those who were privy to the information simply had to end their donation with a “.” and it would go to the sex auction.
Mel arrived at the top and started to sway to the rhythm of the soft jazz, watching the crowd grow through the cocktail hour, she counting at least 100 people milling about. There were 25 cages in various places, suspended like her, on the ground floor and she was told near the bathrooms.
“You get a percentage by the way,” Queen Lucia did tell her while doing her hair. “I would break the bank bidding on you my dear, the bidders get notifications if they are out bid, kinda like eBay and they can increase theirs.”
Cocktail hour moved to dinning and the round tables were everywhere. Mistress Night did get up on the circular stage (where Mel was tortured last week) and thanked everyone for coming and reminded them how to give, what their goal was and where the money was going.
“We plan on an outdoor recreation area just down from the complex,” she described and to thunderous cheers. “A pool, pickle ball courts, all the things.”
Mel was brought some water, a couple bottles by Sophie, who lingered watching Mel’s naked ass sway.
Mel could notice several men and a couple women who kept watching her and going to their phones. She could even tell where they were sitting, a couple moving closer to her, looking up at her dancing. One would be on their device and one of the others would pick theirs up, frustrated, maybe pounding at the phone again.
It was obvious there was a bidding war going on for her body.
Mel swayed and walked back and forth in her cage, squatting, turning her ass to the crowd, at one point doing an “A” position showing off her legs and ass.
The desert course finished, and Mistress Night made the announcement, “Thank you again, your donations have broken our record tonight.
The applause was loud, the group that seemingly was bidding on Mel, were still active on their phones.
“You can stay as long as you’d like in the bar area by the band,” Gladys said. “Those of you who gave generously will get a notification to come sign your documents through the center hallway.”
“That’s our cue, Dear.” Sophie said, opening the cage. “Come with me Melanie.”
She was led down a flight of stairs and through the back was lead into one of the side rooms. Inside each was an adjustable table, a rack of torture devices, a cart with creams and other items. On the main wall were chains and cuffs, three mini-dungeons set for any type of scene in that space.
“Kneel and sit back on your ankles in a bowed position,” Sophie said, the 76 year-old elegant member of Cardinal Bay. “I will be here to moderate and make sure nothing goes wrong. We have centurions waiting outside if things go south.”
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