A sharp metal end poked my clit. The other two prongs bit into the flesh on each side of my clit.
“Good,” he whispered. “A little more.” His knee came between my legs. I suddenly realized his cock was rubbing against my bottom. He was naked. I moaned and pushed down a little more.
Three more sharp metal edges, prodding into my flesh, into the lips.
“Oh, very good,” he whispered, kissing my neck again. His hand was flat on my belly, pressing in, releasing, rubbing down a little. His other hand now cupped a breast, squeezing now and then so that the clamps bit into it. I twisted a little. I was very, very wet.
I pushed down again.
“Very good. Lacey, I believe she is a slut.”
More of the vibrator came inside me. I pushed down yet a little more, and felt the three or four shorter prongs pricking at my pussy, on each side of the vibrator, holding it in place.
“Now fuck it. That’s it.”
I moved up and down. The vibrator was big and thick, the end curved a little, rubbing up inside me, feeling so good, so good, in me. I felt the metal sharpness punishing my flesh, and it began to mesh with the pleasure of the vibrator in me.
“Good good,” he murmured, pressing his cock against my bottom more. “Fuck it for me.”
I pushed down again, a little further, the sharp prongs hurting me, but the vibrator feeling so good. I fucked it until I was spent and shuddering, cumming on the vibrator, hanging limply by my wrists.
“Good,” he said. “Now stay on it.” I nodded weakly, shuddering again as Lacey increased the movement of the vibrator. The metal prongs were curved and sharp, the very tip ends pressing against my flesh, and I felt Bloomfeld’s hands pull my bottom apart, pulling the spreader straps aside, and his cock went into my ass, and he fucked me. Just as I was moaning and about to cum, Lacey smacked the cane across my clit, pressing metal against me, the vibrator into me, and I screamed out and came at the same time. Bloomfeld clung to me, shuddering, “Oh God oh God oh God,” he said over and over again, until he came.
When he was finished, he left me hanging by my wrists and went to clean up. Lacey removed the metal prongs and the vibrator, took off the clamps. She left the pussy spreader and breast harness on, with its metal studs on the insides of the straps, prodding my skin. She lowered the trapeze bar, unfastened my cuffs, and helped me down the hall to a bed, where she tied me to it, spreadeagle, the pussy spreader and harness still rubbing against me, still digging in tightly to my flush. My pussy quivered. She smiled, and left me.
Bloomfeld came into the room and sat on the side of the bed. “You were a good little whore for me,” he said, and his hand idly moved up and down my skin, checking flesh, pinching now and then. I still wore the gag. He checked it, but left it on, and made sure my pussy was still spread open, the straps still tight.
“These are a couple of friends of mine,” he said, as the door opened. “Your Master agreed, and they’re clean. They’re going to use you now, little whore,” he said, standing up. “You won’t be able to stop them. They can do whatever they want.” He left the room. I didn’t know their names. They might not know mine.
“Holy shit,” said the taller man. He had brown hair. The other man was a little shorter, stockier, with blond hair. He nodded. They tossed a coin, and Blond won. The other man left the room, and the blond got on the bed and unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock. He showed it to me, rubbed it against my nipples, but he never said anything to me. I was a slut who was tied, my pussy open, ready to be used. He fucked me, in every sense of the word. He knocked on the door when he was done, still zipping his pants, and the other man came in. Blondie stayed and watched; Brown Hair must like that. Brown hair liked to talk. Lots of “Oh yeah, baby, you’re gonna love this.” It didn’t matter. He shoved his cock into me, hard, and bit one of my nipples until I squeaked. He ground his cock into me, groaned, and pulled out just in time to spew cum on my pussy. “You like how hot that feels?” I nodded. They left me. Lacey came in and wiped off my pussy, and Jason entered the room. He said nothing, but he unzipped his pants, and now he, too, used me, but he did take off my gag first, and he did talk to me a little while he fucked me.
“Did you have a good time?”
“Yes Master, I did.”
He grunted and came, then lay on my stomach and breasts for a moment. His finger slid up and down one of my arms.
“And did you get punished?”
“Yes Master, I did.”
“Did you deserve it?”
“Yes Master, you know I did.”
He looked up, his chin propped on my breasts. “Why?”
“Master, I’m a slut, I’m a nympho.”
“Yes. But tell me, did the good doctor find a special way to punish your pussy?”
“Yes Master, he did.” I told him about the vibrator and the metal prongs.
“I taped it. We’ll watch it tomorrow. Together.”
I shuddered, hot again, excited. “Yes Master.”
“So tell me,” he said, pulling his cock out of me, sitting up, “your pussy was so eager, you didn’t care about the pain. Did you?”
“No Master, no, I didn’t.”
“Tell me why.”
“Because I wanted it in me so bad, Master. I needed it.”
“What did you need?” His finger circled my navel. I shivered, getting wet again. Or wetter.
“I – I needed it in me. I needed to be fucked. While they watched. While they spanked me. Master, I needed to be fucked so bad!”
He laughed.
“You’ll be happy to know I’ve set up the auction with Alistair McDair, then.” I shivered. His fingers dipped down and pressed against the leather. He knew about the studs, then. I moaned a little and pushed my hips up, and he laughed again.
“You are a whore.”
“Yes Master, I am, yes.” I pushed up against his fingers again.
“I’ve instructed Alistair that I only want groups to bid on my little whore. We’ll have a special room set aside for you and your temporary owners.”
“Yes Master.”
“And you’ll please them.”
“Yes Master, I will.”
“No matter how many?”
I shivered and smiled. “No matter how many, Master.”
“Good. You will make me proud.”
“I will, Master, I promise.”
“I’ve told Alistair, no less than five people can be in one of these groups.” He looked at me. “You’ll have to let at least five people use you in the same night.”
“Yes Master. I can do that.”
“I know you can.” He chuckled. One of his fingers slipped inside me. I pushed up and down against it.
“And you’ll have to put on a show for part of the auction. Slaves have to show a talent, and they have to show the people bidding some of the things they can do.”
“Yes Master.”
“I might get Bloomfeld to bring in that contraption of his.” He meant the vibrator with the prongs. I shuddered. I would need to work up to that heat, that lust. I could do that easily enough.
“When will the auction be, Master?”
He rubbed his hand on my clit and pussy now. “At the end of the semester. I’ll see you before then, of course.” His mouth fit on my nipple, and he sucked gently.
“Yes, yes Master.” I arched my back a little and pushed my nipple into his mouth more. His fingers prodded against my sore pussy. He looked up. My nipple was wet and felt cool in the air without his mouth on it.
“You will need lots of practice for this auction,” he smiled.
“I can practice with a couple of friends, Master.”
“Good. And with me.”
“Yes Master.”
“And maybe a friend or two I send up to see you.”
“Yes Master. I will do whatever you tell me to do.”
“Good.” He untied me and helped me up. He left the pussy spreader and breast harness on me. He had bought them for Bloomfeld to use. We went into the medical lab.
“Show Bloomfeld how much you appreciate what he did for you,” Jason ordered.
I nodded and knelt, my hands on Bloomfeld’s pants, but he stopped me.
“No, wait til she gets home. Make her keep those straps on her. Let her fuck something there,” he said to Jason, who nodded. He wrapped a blanket around me and I rode home that way.
When we got home, I was still wearing the pussy spreader. Jason removed the breast harness.
“Do the studs hurt?”
“A little, Master.”
“Good.” We went into the dining room. He and Maria sat in chairs, sipping wine. Jason hooked my wrist cuffs to the top of the pole where I had failed before to please him, in front of his guests. I understood. It was a test for the upcoming auction. No matter what, I would have to please my Master, my owner. I pulled myself up and gasped when the leather and studs bit into already tender, swollen flesh. But I felt the voice of Bloomfeld in my head, telling me to show how much I wanted it, so I heaved up again, wrapping my legs around the pole, arching against, pushing my hips against it, rubbing it with my pussy while my Master watched. I finally came against the pole and clung to it for a moment, then hung limply, one leg still wrapped around it.
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