by Emma Cole
This must be Robert Vitti, Apollo’s father. The light comes up a little, and I see Dr. Martins is sitting next to Marcus. I notice movement under the table, and, focusing on it, I see women are servicing some of the men. One of the women at the table also has her legs draped over another's shoulders and her chair is made differently than the others, it's missing a section of the seat and taller so that the woman with her head in her skirt is nearly a part of the furniture, allowing her to sit almost normally. She’s paying attention to Mr. Vitti, acting like nothing is happening.
“I’d like to welcome you all to celebrate my son’s first undertaking with a group of trainees. He has been invited to present them tonight. At his request, and his clients' demands, this will be observation only. No touching. The pets that have been brought in wearing the white collars are available for general use. The servers will pass out containers with equipment in case you feel the urge to play with your pet. To kick off the evening, two of my own will provide entertainment. If any others have brought something interesting, tell your server, and they will pass it on to me to make a decision.”
Two masked women come in, stripping their robes off before they climb on the stage. Someone, I'm not sure who, activates a circular section that rises out of the center with a shallow step surrounding it.
It's like a display you see on game shows. I shiver at the thought of people probably being sold as merchandise on this very stage. My breathing picks up as I begin to panic. What if we're being sold tonight? Can we really trust Apollo?
Braeden scoots a foot, so it's touching mine, trying to comfort me. I'm afraid if I look at him I'll burst into tears again. I try to stare straight ahead so as not to bring attention to myself or my freak-out, but my only options are the naked slaves around the room or the guests at the table. Dr. Martins is in my line of sight enough for him to make eye contact, and his own widen at my growing distress. He surreptitiously gets Marcus' attention while the others select their 'pets'. I won't be a fucking pet.
Marcus leans in, speaking into Apollo's ear, too quietly for me to hear despite being right behind them. Apollo's shoulders stiffen slightly, and he jerks his head in a short nod. Marcus gets up from his seat to grab a black leather case out from under the table. He pulls a syringe out of it, and I begin to tremble. No one is commenting or even taking particular notice, making me think this is a normal occurrence. And maybe it is. He palms it and opens a square alcohol packet, shaking his head at Braeden's movement when he tries to step in front of me.
He whispers, "It's only a low dose of a very mild sedative. It'll take the edge off and get you through. I know you don't trust me, so think of it like this. No one here wants to see a dead fish up there, so it would do no good for me to knock you out." While his words are cruel, he does have a point, and I shakily nod my head.
Marcus turns me to get access to my inner elbow. He doesn't even untie my hands, just stretches my arm out, putting an uncomfortable pressure on my shoulder. The prick of the needle is over quickly, and moments after he pulls it out and puts a small bandage over the mark, I feel a calmness course through me.
Either I'm a lightweight, or the medication is stronger than he said. At this point I don't really care either way. I slump back against the wall, staggering a little. Brade and Rex both make low rumbling noises on either side of me, and Marcus shushes them. I lift my heavy-lidded eyes to stare at him. He mouths 'fuck' and turns a furious glare at the doctor. Someone's in trouble. The words sing in my head, giving me the urge to giggle. The sound catches Robert’s attention.
"Is there something amusing to your female trainee that we should be aware of?" Oh, shit. That's not good. I try to school my expression and hope it doesn't look as idiotic as it feels on my face.
"No, Father. I believe the fault lies with the medication as sometimes happens. You know how these things go. Can't always predict a reaction. She won't need them soon enough when I'm finished training her." Apollo smooths over my faux pas, and while I'd like to be annoyed with him, I'm grateful for the redirection. Even as I'm angry, I'm having a hard time keeping my thoughts in order.
"Very well. Be sure she improves, or she'll need to be cut out of your venture." The men on either side and in front of me stiffen at the threat. They all remain quiet though, only Apollo nodding his head in the affirmative at his Father. "Let's get on with the show, shall we?" I turn my wandering attention to the stage along with everyone else not occupied in the room.
The first woman, a brunette with large breasts and darker skin climbs up on the dais on all fours. The other woman with smaller breasts and black hair has nearly the same skin tone and both are sporting pleasantly neutral expressions. They’re both free of hair other than what’s on their heads as far as I can tell.
The woman still standing opens a compartment in the stage floor and pulls out a couple of small packages and a pump bottle of what I'm assuming is lubricant. After placing it next to the kneeling woman, and stepping up on the ledge surrounding it, the dais slowly begins to rotate. The woman standing abruptly leans over, sticking her face between the other’s thighs, and starts licking her from front to back in broad strokes. After a whole rotation, which I'm gonna guess is for everyone to get a good look, she spreads the woman open further, diving into her pussy, licking and sucking with a vengeance. Retreating after a few moments, her mouth and chin glistening, covered in her own saliva and vaginal excretions, she reaches for and opens one of the packages, removing a glove. Pulling it on, it goes up past her elbow. She does the same with the next package, donning purple nitrile gloves a doctor would use, but long enough to be opera length.
I look around some and notice the guys are glued to the scene as is most everyone else. I'd like to call them perverts, but even I'm intrigued by the women. Everyone else, that is, except Marcus and surprisingly, Dr. Martins. Instead, the heated desire reflected in his eyes is directed at me. Well, that is decidedly unprofessional. I shiver and not in disgust. What is wrong with me? Is Stockholm syndrome setting in already?
I turn my attention back to the women, trying to ignore my discomfort. My arms and shoulders are already getting sore from being bound, not to mention all the other issues I have going on. There’s a box on the platform now as well, but I can’t see what’s in it from here. The standing woman pushes the other one's front down until her chest and head are resting on the surface, leaving her back end in the air. She taps the insides of her thighs, getting her to widen them until both holes are clearly visible. Several large screens flick on around the room before a video feed pops up. It's a close up from behind the kneeling woman with just a section of the other showing. This place is definitely set up for voyeurs, fucking pigs. I would think differently if this were consensual, but I seriously doubt that's the case. Some of the guests are getting antsy with the wait, shifting around in their seats. Finally, the standing woman starts the real spectacle.
Pumping lubricant in her gloved hands, she rubs it up and down her arms, coating them fully, and I begin to suspect what’s happening. More lube is rubbed all over the woman's entrances, yet more on the two fingers that are pressed into the woman's vagina as the other hand uses forefinger and thumb to hold the edges of the hole wide for the camera.
***
With the noises from under the table being audible enough for cover and all the attention on the stage, I take a chance on kicking Rex. He's entirely too fixated on the scene. Broken up or not, he's pissing me off. And since I can feel angry again, I'm hoping I'm metabolizing the drug in my system. He narrows his eyes in my direction, and I give him an unfriendly sneer to convey my displeasure at him. When he turns his attention back to the stage, I go to kick him again, harder this time, except the quiet snap of Marcus' fingers halts my motion. With a huff, I return my own attention to the goings on.
There are two small fingers thrusting in and out of the woman making squishing noises I'm embarrassed to witness. The fingers withdraw, collecting more gel from the bottle, and re
-enter with an extra one added. I try to ignore the squelching of all that liquid as the hand works rapidly, banging hard in and out until a fourth finger joins in. The hand is small, but the flesh is stretched out now, no longer requiring the fingers to hold it open for viewing. The other hand reaches under, pinching the clit and earning a moan from the woman as her pussy is simultaneously fondled and penetrated from behind. Turning her hand down, and improving the viewing angle for the camera that must be somewhere on the platform surface, the thumb tucks into the palm of her hand. It all gathers together and slowly pushes in, getting hung up at the widest part of the base of the thumb. It stops there, and the other hand collects more lube, slicking it all over the partially encased appendage and up to the elbow. Smoothing some up with the thumb of the free hand, the digit rubs ever-tightening circles over the anus. The tight ring spreads open with pressure, and the thumb slips all the way in and holds there. The lower hand starts twisting at the wrist, rotating in the vaginal opening and sliding forward, gaining ground while constant moans come from the stuffed woman. As the platform rotates, her face comes into view. Her cheek is resting on its side, eyes closed with tendrils of sweaty hair escaping the mask and pleasure and pain alternating on the features I can see.
I watch the monitor closest to me and see the hand sink in to the wrist. It slowly pulls back out, collecting more gel in the cupped palm before entering again in the thumb up position this time. I'm hoping they throw that bottle out when they're through here. I shudder at the thought of it being used again.
Due to the previous stretching, the hand slips in fairly easily now. The arm is rotated back and forth, presumably coating her walls with the slick gel, moving in and out quicker and quicker each time. The last time it comes out it's folded into a fist, and when it enters again, it keeps that form. It hits the opening and pauses there until slowly, the edges start creeping over knuckles with the constant pressure. It's not long before it sinks fully back in. Up until now the hand hasn’t passed the wrist. That's no longer the case as it moves in further, almost halfway up the forearm before retreating. The arm picks up speed with just half of the fist coming out now, the grunts and moans picking up in speed and volume until she sounds like she’s going to come.
Abruptly, the fist pops out, and only three fingers enter back in, curling back to face the rear. The thumb in her ass pulls out, returning with a finger to settle on either side of the entrance to press outward. The hole continues to spread open until the fingers in the vagina push the tissue out and down toward the anal opening. Spread from the outside and pressed from the inside, the pink flesh slightly protrudes from the hole. A tongue appears on screen and begins licking that flesh, poking it back in as the fingers push it out in an obscene display. Full lips seal over it, sucking, drawing out an almost wail from the woman being worked over. If that actually feels that good, I might want to try it.
I shift my gaze away from the monitor, ashamed at my thoughts the women have inspired. I see the doctor dividing his attention between watching the show and glancing at me. When he notices me looking, he licks his lips purposefully. Would he would do that if I sat on his face? I shake the thought of me and the perverted doctor engaging in any sexual act from my head and go back to watching the monitor. Well, I try to anyway. Robert must have been watching our group instead of the 'show' as he calls a halt to it, causing the ladies to literally freeze their positions.
"Apollo, is your cousin permitted to use your female?" His tone is all innocence, but the predator peeks out of the pleased mask through his eyes.
I try not to show any reaction, and from the silence next to me, the guys are doing the same. Thankfully, Apollo shoots that down with a curt, "No."
He seems to debate for a moment before signaling Marcus, who turns and pulls me down under the table and pushes me between Apollo's legs. I let out a squeak from the toys shifting at the abrupt movement.
Preempting my inclination to balk at servicing him, Apollo pulls me up and into his lap. "I'd rather her mouth be fresh for her show." He doesn't give any further explanation, and the awkwardness of moving around has my shoulders getting all my attention from the strain in them as well as pushing the dildo uncomfortably against my cervix.
As if sensing my discomfort, Apollo parts his legs to get the pressure off my nether regions and uses a hand to rub my shoulders, occasionally straying over my chest, but I ignore that figuring it's part of the act.
Robert gives the signal to resume, and my gaze eventually moves to one of the monitors to see what’s going on with the women on the stage when my curiosity wins out.
The mouth is gone, and the drenching of the lube is happening again. In this case I have to agree with the excessive use of it. Quickly, much more so than with the vagina, fingers are pressed, one after the other, into the tightest hole. Within a few short minutes, the hand is curled and trying to move past the widest part. The other hand enters the vagina with two fingers, and the skin around the hand in the ass bulges out in spots. The fingers in the vagina are actually pushing the sphincter over the ones in the back from the other side, making the hand slide in to the wrist. The woman in panting now and squeals when the digits pull out of her pussy and her clit is manipulated by them. The hand is left in the back end, while the other gets a vibrating bullet from the box and applies it to the clit. The wrist withdraws, now ending in a fist, and is worked in and out and pushed nearly to the elbow and back rapidly. The arm withdraws fully, and the glove is stripped off it, discarded into a previously unnoticed bin. A long black glove is pulled from a newly-opened package, and it covers all the way up to the standing woman’s shoulder.
***
I squirm a little and feel the dildo shift in me. If I squeezed my legs together and rocked enough, with this show going on, I could probably get off. My attention, briefly diverted from the show, is pulled to the papers Robert had slid to the man next to Apollo. Surreptitiously, I shift under the guise of getting more comfortable. Really, my ass is done, so it's not all made up.
My wiggling has done what the ladies started, and Apollo is firm enough to be poking me with his stiffy. It's kismet that he needs to readjust to get comfortable, and he stands me between him and the man with the papers. Taking advantage of my bindings and environment, I keep my head bowed and eyes downcast. I can see the top page, and I'm not amused— it's a struggle not to kick Apollo.
According to what I'm able to read before the man flips to the next one, the woman on the funky chair is the one buying Rex and Emmett, while the other patrons are here to view Brade and me. We are listed on the paperwork along with our attributes. All with Apollo named as the trainer and broker. I swear to fuck, if he sells us tonight, I will geld him.
My moment is over, and I only catch a glimpse of what looks to be a proposal for Apollo to take over a shipping route. Whether it's people, drugs, or something else, I don't get to find out before I'm resituated on Apollo's lap and directed to watch the women again.
I acquiesce, yet stay determined to find out more of what's going on. Focusing back on the women, I find the lady standing has her fingers entering back into the woman’s ass. She sinks them completely, then the hand, past the wrist and to the elbow. Pulling back a few inches then pressing forward again further than before, the whole arm is worked in. The woman being fisted is trembling and panting incessantly. The bullet is introduced again, and within a few moments, the woman is almost approaching orgasm from the noises she makes. Reaching into the endless box of tricks once more, an apparatus is pulled out and quickly secured to hold the bullet on the clit to free the other hand up to go right back into her pussy. With the vibrator and the intense anal and vaginal stimulation, the woman’s orgasm crashes over her, drawing hoarse screams from her throat.
The pace doesn’t stop, her pussy clearly clenching around the wrist and the anus spasming on the arm lodged in her ass. The hand in the vagina comes out covered in fluid. The vibrator stops, but the arm in the rear continues moving, the o
ther hand reaching for another object. A dildo, with raised nubs protruding from it, is turned on, making it vibrate. It sinks in deep, and it and the arm are working in tandem. The toy, outpacing the arm, is contacting hard enough to echo through the room. On a final stroke, it's buried to the hilt, holding deep. I hear the vibration increase in intensity, and the tongue appears again, licking that stretched skin around the edges of the rear hole, I'm not even sure how she can feel it at this point. Probably more for the engrossed audience's benefit. The woman begins moaning insanely. She’s really going to get off again?
A few moments later, the woman does just that. Coming as the toy is withdrawn, her pussy starts squirting from the strength of the orgasm. The woman’s legs partially give out as the hand is removed. The standing woman slips her gloves off while the camera view refocuses on the anus until it slowly contracts, unable to quite close all the way after the abuse it just took. Two servant men appear to carry her out, while the other helps clean up the stage before slipping away. I hear more than one groan around the room while all this takes place. From the expressions on some of the guests, they are climaxing themselves. When I take a good look, I notice several have servants on the table filling their pussies, asses, or both with toys, continuing their own show.
