by Ella Ford
A feeling of ecstasy washed over me. The combination of the rhythmic friction on my clitoris and the encouragement of the mistress thrilled me more than I could have possibly imagined. I tightened my grip on Rebecca’s leg and forced myself against her harder than ever.
Suddenly, the other girl sat up and pushed me backwards. I stumbled over onto my back and my legs sprawled on the soft rug, exposing my pussy to her. Too late, I realised that the other girl was going for the dildo. I’d let myself get too caught up in the scissoring and had allowed myself to be sucker punched!
I rolled to my left as she leaped past me and grabbed at her ankle stopping her in her tracks. She swung around on her heel and stepped back to where I lay on the floor. Then suddenly, she was on me. Swinging her muscular leg over my body and kneeling over my head, pinning my arms in place with her lower legs.
I looked up and found myself staring at her damp lips. Her clitoris was visible and engorged, throbbing with the force of her passion. Suddenly, she reached down and grabbed my head. At the same moment, she lowered her hips and dropped her pussy onto my mouth. I struggled briefly, shaking my head from side to side as the damp flesh covered my nose. But this only made her grip me harder and I became overwhelmed by the scent of her sex.
My tongue inched forwards as I became unable to control the strong desire to taste her. I lapped at her folds, drinking in her exquisite taste. It was the taste of woman, musky with desire and rich with the conflict between us. My tongue found her clitoris and I moved my focus there, causing her to squirm with delight. I felt her grip on me loosen to allow me more space to work and I accepted the freedom with renewed enthusiasm.
Above me, Rebecca screamed out as I attacked the core of her desire. She moved her hips backwards and forwards, riding my face and smearing her delicious wetness against me. I surrendered to her, allowing my head to be used and becoming nothing more than a plaything for her. I was overwhelmed by it all, the peculiar contest, the odd gathering, the intoxicating aroma of this strange, athletic woman.
All of my doubts about The Auction and the nature of possession were swept aside in an instant. This is what I was born to do, to give pleasure and I did so willingly and without question.
Rebecca’s pace quickened and I felt her climax approaching. The shortness of her breath, the tension in her thighs which wrapped around my head with furious intensity. Then suddenly, she exploded on me, covering my face with a hot squirt from deep within her. I flicked my tongue out, eager to drink in as much as I could of the precious liquid. Far away, she screamed her triumph, body tensing around me, her back arched, grinding her hips against my face one final time. And then she was still and she released my head.
I stared up at her and she stared back at me, a look of pure ecstasy softening her face. We remained like this for several endless seconds. Two women. Two submissives. Sisters in servitude, joined in this moment of sexual congress.
And then she stood, and I realised that the challenge wasn’t yet over. Without hurrying she stepped over to the hanging dildo and reached up to take it in her hand. I didn’t attempt to stop her, couldn’t attempt to stop her. In this fleeting power dynamic, she had established herself as the alpha and I had surrendered myself to her.
I could no more stop her from fucking me than I could stop the mistress from fucking me. I wanted it, I wanted it so badly, it hurt.
Rebecca unhooked the dildo and attached it to herself. First one leg, then the other, she stepped into the harness and tightened it around her waist. Then with a provocative flourish, she wiggled her hips and the monstrous cock swayed before her. She looked at me with a victorious stare as I lay on my back and awaited her.
“On your knees, show me your pussy,” she commanded, her voice still trembling from the intense power of her orgasm.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied and lifted myself up, then leaned forwards to place my arms and head on the rug. Meekly, I pushed my ass up into the air towards her, offering myself. The other guests gasped as I surrendered, wondering why the fight had gone from me, but breathless with anticipation for a good, hard fucking.
I glanced back and saw Rebecca getting into position behind me. Her hand gripped my hip and held me in place, while she teased the bulbous end of the dildo against my wet pussy lips. I gasped as the cold plastic brushed against my warm flesh, then pushed one hand between my legs and spread my labia apart, urging her to enter me there and then.
I needn’t have bothered, because Rebecca had only one thing on her mind - to pound my hole until I begged for mercy.
I felt a sharp stab and then a curious stretching sensation as the thick appendage slipped into me. I was very wet already and she met with little resistance, entering me easily and beginning her slow thrusts in and out of my yielding slit. I moaned as she filled me, suddenly utterly unaware of the other people in the room or even the reason for my own existence. The universe collapsed until there was only me, this athletic girl and her insatiable, hard cock.
Faster and faster she drilled it home, deeper and deeper. My entire body rocked, slipping forward with every hard thrust, but held in place by her powerful grip on my hips. I longed to push back, to draw her deeper inside of me, but she was entirely in control and my body was hers to command. I relaxed into her grip, allowed myself to be taken where she wanted.
With my eyes held tightly shut, my senses focused on the growing fireball in my pussy. Each pounding entry, each slap of her thighs against my ass, drove that fireball onwards, intensifying the heat and sending bursts of burning pleasure throughout my entire body. Harder and harder, faster and faster. The pulses from deep within me came with such frequency that they blurred into one, combining to form a constant cacophony of intense enjoyment.
I felt her fingernails grip the flesh of my waist, and that one sharp bite of pain triggered something inside. I felt my body and mind pass a point of no return and the unholy crescendo from my loins ratcheted up to the nth degree until I could force it back no more.
My body succumbed and released itself into the furious maelstrom of the orgasm. My arms thrust downwards and pushed my head off the rug, an involuntary response to the power of the climax. I clenched my eyes shut, and my entire body went rigid. In my mind my awareness collapsed down to an intense point of white light, the core of my pleasure and I allowed it to overwhelm me. I felt close to blacking out, and I screamed out loud, unable to contain these ferocious forces inside my body any longer.
I felt Rebecca thrust forward one final time, responding to my orgasm with her own final flourish.
And then it was gone. The power that was animating my body dispersed, releasing me from its torturous grasp. I fell forwards, collapsing onto the rug, mind reeling and body broken.
I became dimly aware of Rebecca sliding out of me, leaving a peculiar absence in her wake. Then she kneeled down beside me and lowered her face to mine. “Thank you, I enjoyed that,” she whispered and placed a tender kiss on my cheek.
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The crowd around us dispersed and I lay motionless for several minutes. I snapped back to my senses when I sensed a presence beside me and heard the familiar click of the leash being clipped to my collar.
“I am not amused young lady,” I heard the mistress say as I struggled to get my eyes to focus. “You were supposed to fuck her, not the other way around.”
The mistress’s face was a mask of calm indifference. I knew this look and feared it most of all. It was neither joy, nor anger, but something in between and worse than either extreme. The mistress had been wronged, betrayed by one of her own. And now she needed retribution.
Chapter 4
We wandered back to the party. I was still attached to the leash but the mistress had not returned my clothes. Instead, she clutched the folded dress and my heels to her chest and I was forced to walk around wearing nothing but my black, thigh-high stockings.
I was not, by any stretch of the imagination, the only naked girl there that night. But still, the shame
of my nakedness caused my face to burn. As I walked I hunched over my shoulders, a vain attempt to protect my modesty. I thought about asking the mistress if I could have my dress back, but realised that this shameful parade was part of her punishment. She was exerting her dominance over me, reducing me to little more than a sex object on a leash, her toy to do with as she pleased.
Our walk through the large room seemed more purposeful this time, and the mistress didn’t stop to talk to anyone, despite numerous calls for her attention. Instead, she appeared to be leading me to a side room. The room was hidden behind another thick red curtain and despite my best efforts, I could not see inside.
To either side of the curtain stood a pair of burly men dressed entirely in black. Each wore sunglasses, a curious affectation in the dimly lit room. As we approached, the mistress greeted one of the bouncers.
“I’m here to see Jessica,” she said purposefully.
“Hello Miss Foster,” replied one of the gorillas, “Miss Gordon-Chambers is expecting you. Please go in,” and he held the curtain open, allowing us to step through.
We stepped inside and the curtain fell across the door behind us. I looked around, my mind dazed from the whole confusing evening, but still desperate to take in every last detail.
The room we’d entered was a mini version of the larger party room. Rich leather sofas and velvety drapes; lush cheese plants and mahogany tables. The air was clearer than in the main room, but was thick with the heavy scent of expensive perfume.
On one of the sofas sat a young girl. She was perhaps twenty or so, with straight blonde hair and a healthy tan. She was wearing a tight, silver minidress and matching gladiator style shoes that encased her lower legs in an intricate weave of leather straps. The dress left nothing to the imagination, and her breasts seemed ready to spill out of the top of it. Her face was pretty and fresh, with deep blue eyes and fierce red lips that glistened in the dim light of the room. There was something oddly familiar about her, but I couldn’t quite place what it was.
The girl barely noticed as we entered the room, her attention was focused on the two girls in front of her who were lying on the thick rug, locked in a passionate clinch. A brunette and a redhead, bodies arranged so that each girl had her head between the other’s legs. The pair were entirely naked and appeared utterly engrossed in their pussy eating task. As I watched, the girl on the bottom - the redhead - tightened her arms around the legs of the brunette and the brunette moaned in pleasure. Her head lifted, eyes clenched shut and I saw that her mouth was slick with the redhead's juices.
The young blonde on the sofa squealed her approval and clapped. This caused the writhing girls to pull each other tighter and quicken their tongues.
“I see that you haven’t lost your appetites after leaving your sorority Jessica!” said the mistress, a wry smile spreading across her face as she watched the lesbian floorshow before us.
The blonde girl turned and finally realised that we were there. Her mouth fell open with a look of exaggerated surprise and she slapped her hands to her cheeks. “Oh my god! Katherine! I’m so glad you could come!” she squealed. Through her valley-girl drawl she sounded genuinely pleased to see the mistress. She stood up and wiggled the tiny dress down her thighs, a futile stab at modesty, then tottered over to where we stood. The mistress and the girl embraced warmly.
“Well, I couldn’t pass up a chance to see my favorite goddaughter now, could I? And in such salubrious surroundings as well!” the mistress said, honey words thick with sarcasm and good humored contempt.
“Oh Katherine, behave. You know how Uncle Grayson likes his clandestine organisation. It would simply not do to parade ourselves to society at large, don’t you agree?”
I realized who the girl was now, and inwardly scolded myself for not recognizing the name earlier. This was Jessica Gordon-Chambers, youngest niece of Grayson Chambers, the billionaire CEO of Chambers Enterprises. The reason she looked so familiar was because she’d spent an endless fortnight haunting the celebrity gossip pages of the newspaper where I worked. The reason for her notoriety? She’d quite brazenly started stepping out with another woman, parading her around town and being deeply open about her affection for her new girlfriend.
Of course, high society being high society, the gossip columns didn’t care a single jot for her lesbianism. They were far more concerned with the fact that her new partner was from a poor upbringing, and a no-name family! Grayson Chambers had so far failed to comment.
The mistress glanced over at the cavorting girls, who were still deeply engrossed in their mutual pleasure. “Are they yours?” she nodded in their direction.
“Oh, those two? No, they’re from my uncle’s house staff. He leant me them for the night, since Melinda couldn’t make it.”
The two girls rolled over so that the redhead was underneath now. I glanced over and saw that the redhead’s pretty pussy and tight asshole were now pointing in my direction and my heart skipped a beat. The fire in my pussy was not yet extinguished, I realised.
“And how is Melinda?” asked the mistress, her curiosity piqued, “You young lovebirds are making quite the splash in the celebrity pages.”
Jessica sighed and shook her head. “Tell me about it!” she said, her pretty face betraying her obvious weariness at the constant attention of the press. She blinked, and her smile returned. “But no, Melinda is fine. We’re deeply in love” - she pronounced ‘love’ as ‘lurve’, like a middle schooler might - “I’d love for you to meet her one day.”
“We’ll have to arrange a get together,” said the mistress with uncharacteristic sincerity. She seemed to have some degree of genuine affection for the girl. There was a warmth in her voice that I had seldom, if ever, heard.
“Speaking of which. It is Melinda’s birthday tomorrow, as I mentioned in our email,” Jessica said and then turned to face me. Her eyes flicked up and down my body and her brow furrowed, as if deep in thought. “Is this the one you told me about?”
The mistress stepped aside so that Jessica could see me properly. She reached to my neck and unclipped the leash, then tapped my ass gently. I took my cue and corrected my stance, parting my legs slightly and folding my arms behind my back.
“Yes, my dear. This is Cassandra, my maid. Cassandra is a little project of mine; she’s a writer, a journalist no less, and she’s writing a very particular story. Isn’t that right Cassandra?” she asked me.
“Yes, mistress,” I said without hesitation. I wondered where this was going. I had a very uncomfortable feeling about this situation, here with these powerful women who lived in worlds that I could barely comprehend.
“She’s quite lovely,” replied Jessica and stepped towards me. Then, without warning, she stroked her hand across my breasts, brushing the nipples lightly and causing a shudder to run down my spine. Then she moved behind me and I felt her body close against mine. Her hands fell to my ass and she firmly squeezed my buttocks. I gasped, struggling to keep my attention straight forward, then she slapped my naked skin playfully. Finally, she returned to my front and stood inches before me, staring into my eyes. I felt her hand push between my legs and onto my pussy, dipping into my moist lips with her index finger.
Slowly, seductively, without ever breaking eye contact with me, she put her glistening finger against her red lips and sucked the tip. I felt myself flush with arousal. The sight of this beautiful girl tasting me without asking, the touch of her finger on my sensitive pussy, it was all highly erotic.
She turned back to the mistress. “Yes, yes, this may be what I have been looking for,” she said, a note of excitement lifting her voice. Her face softened and she narrowed her eyes, then purred, “But tell me Katherine, how is she at… you know...?”
She gazed at the mistress with a sordid grin and the mistress smiled in return. “Oh, this one has taken her training particularly well. She has quite the attentive tongue and she loves pussy. Isn’t that right Cassandra?”
“Yes, mistress,” I re
plied. What on earth was happening here? I sensed that there was a deeper meaning to the conversation between the two women, but I had no idea what it could be.
Jessica turned back to me, sucking on her finger again. “Do you mind if I… try her out?”
“Not at all, I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”
The young blonde clapped her hands together and smiled warmly, then turned and skipped back to the sofa. The brunette and the redhead were now kissing passionately, the redhead’s long legs wrapped around the body of the brunette as they rolled together on the floor. “Girl, come over here and kneel in front of me,” Jessica said, the command issued with a sugary sweetness that seemed almost infantile. The way a five year old would order around her dolls.
I looked at the mistress, remembering her rule about taking orders from other guests. She caught my gaze and smiled. “Good girl!” she said, sounding genuinely pleased at my obedience. “I release you to Jessica, you are hers to command.”
I nodded and stepped over to the young blonde and lowered myself to my knees before her, then crossed my arms behind my back and dropped my gaze to the floor.
“Oh my. She is well trained Katherine. You have done a wonderful job with this one.”
The mistress moved across the room and sat down on one of the other sofas. I wasn’t sure whether she was watching me, or watching the two girls on the floor.
Before me, Jessica had slid forward on the sofa. Then she wriggled her hips until the short dress relinquished its tenuous grip on her thighs and gathered around her waist. Her legs spread open and presented her pussy to me in all its glory. Unlike most of the girls in this building, Jessica had a pretty thatch of blonde hair, a perfect rectangle of well tended bush above the perfect line of her slit. As I watched, she dipped two of her fingers into her lips and parted them to me, revealing the pink within, slick with moisture and highly inviting.
