Desire's Awakening

by Gail DeYoung

  Damien walked to the bar at the far end of the room and found an empty booth. When a waitress arrived to take his order, he waved the girl away. He wasn’t in any mood to drink until after the ordeal was over. Later he would need to order a stiff drink to calm his nerves. He shifted in his seat and looked around the room. He had been to auctions many times before, but tonight was different. Tonight he was going to have to sit quietly while someone he really cared for was claimed by another.

  He watched the activities in the room. Dominants milled about, talking to one another. Some led slaves around on leashes. Others were observing the entertainment of a sub spread-eagle between two poles, hanging about a foot off the floor, her back being lashed by a hooded Dominant. With each crack of the whip, a nasty red scar flared on her back and she cried out in pain. The observers cheered her on.

  All around the room, racks, poles and crosses were spread out, ensuring plenty of entertainment for the patrons. Subs dressed in chain bras and leather and chain panties circulated the room with trays of appetizers. He accepted one when a pretty young sub came his way.

  The auction platform sat in the center of the room with spotlights aimed at the curtain backdrop, which was decorated with silver swirls on a black background. Four stairs led up from the left side and another set of four stairs led down the center into the crowd. A podium and microphone were set to the right. Chairs were set theater style so that the audience could view the show and then walk down the middle aisle to the stage to accept their prize once they had won the auction.

  From across the room, Sir Timothy emerged from the crowd. He walked determinedly toward Damien and sat across from him in the booth. His hair was brushed back and gelled to hold it in place. He was dressed in a black pleather shirt and matching black pleather slacks. He looked as though he was all together, but Damien sensed his friend’s trepidation.

  “Well, my friend, this is it. You ready?” Damien asked.

  “Honestly, no, Sir. How about you?”

  “I’ll get through this night somehow. I always do.” Damien sighed.

  “I’m worried that someone will bid higher than me. I don’t want to lose Melissa.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered. My concern is Victor. I hope all goes as planned, but knowing him, I have to be prepared for the unexpected. I don’t know if he’s going to try anything tonight, but I wouldn’t put it past him.”

  “Is he here?”

  “I haven’t seen him yet. I just got here a short while ago and had to do the paperwork on the girls.”

  Sir Timothy looked around the room, sipping on his soda. “Wow, this is a big crowd tonight. It’s going to be hard to spot him.”

  “Yeah, well, let’s watch for him. I don’t trust him.”

  Kaitlin paced the small cell, nervously chewing on her nail. The cell had a single wooden bench, a sandy floor that sounded gritty under her high heels and a single sixty-watt bulb dangling on a wire from the ceiling. She peered between the metal bars of the cell, watching people go up and down the hallway. It seemed as though she had been there for an eternity.

  Finally, two older Dommes dressed in black leatherette peaked caps, fishnet body suits and leather studded skirts entered her crowded space. Each carried a long, thick whip. One had a black leather bag.

  “Take off the cape.” Kat did as directed and stood naked before the two women. Wordlessly, they studied her, pushing her shoulder with the handle of the whip to indicate they wanted her to turn around.

  “This one should bring a pretty price for her Trainer,” said the taller of the two. Kat couldn’t get over how red she had painted her fake, puffy lips. They actually looked as though they hurt.

  The shorter one, a little thicker around the middle than her companion, pointed to Kat’s nipples and clit.

  “Yes, I think we should do something to show these off. She’s been pierced. That’s a definite plus. The announcer can pull on this chain between her legs to show how she reacts to a little pain. The crowd will like what he can do to her with those.”

  Kat was amazed at how the two women talked about her as though she were an object, not a human being. The taller one opened her black bag and produced some red lip color while the other pulled on her nipples, enlarging them. Then the tall one rubbed the red lip color onto her aroused flesh to augment their size.

  “Bend over,” the short one said, then opened her ass cheeks to rub the color along the rim of her asshole.

  “Good job. I’d bid on her package myself if I hadn’t just purchased one last week,” the taller Domme said while pulling out clothing and tossing it to Kat. “Okay, here’s the outfit your Trainer wants you to wear. I’ll be back to get you in ten minutes.” They left Kat alone to get dressed. Kat looked at the pieces of leather with chains dangling between them. She figured out that the large round piece of leather hooked behind her neck as a collar, which required her to take off her training collar. Sir Damien had told the girls in the car that they were allowed to take off their collars tonight. The three bands of leather then draped down her chest, one on either side of her breasts and the third straight down the middle. The chains then hung in loops from the edges of the leather. The leather and chain panty could hardly be called that, for it was simply a leather band that went around her waist and a chain that slipped between her legs, secured to the leather by a circular hoop on both the front and back. The outfit did little to cover her, but looked very provocative on, emphasizing her best points.

  The tall Domme returned exactly ten minutes later and snapped a leash onto Kat’s new collar. She put leather wrist cuffs on Kat’s hands and led her down the hallway into a large, noisy exhibition hall where she instructed Kat to stand in a line with other subs. Corinne was in front of her and Melissa in back. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and Melissa smiled sheepishly to her.

  “Well, this is our big night,” Melissa whispered.

  “Yes, are you scared?”

  “A little. Sir Timothy is in the audience and said he’s going to bid on me. I pray he wins.”

  “Me too, for your sake.”

  “No talking in line!” A Domme walked up to them and cracked her whip in mid- air. “I have no problem using this on either of you before the show goes on, so just keep talking and you’ll give me a good reason to administer discipline.”

  Melissa and Kat lowered their heads and stood very still.

  “I thought you might want to obey the rules.” The Domme walked away, calling over her shoulder, “Keep your heads down and wait your turn.”

  Kat heard Corinne chuckling.

  * * * * *

  Damien stopped mid-sentence when he saw Sir Victor heading his way. He stood when Victor was only two feet from him, puffing on a cigar that smelled like burnt toast.

  “I’m not here to cause trouble, Damien. You owe me a sub. I want Corinne pulled out of the auction. I have made my choice and I don’t want to have to pay for her.”

  “I’ll have to make sure she’s okay with that,” Damien said, wondering why he cared what Corinne thought.

  “She’ll say yes. We talked about it at the party and she agreed. She and I are two of a kind.”

  “There’s no doubt about that, but it is my policy to make sure the girls accept their new partners. I’ll sign her release papers and meet you at the lineup so we can talk to her.”

  Damien surreptitiously threw Sir Timothy a victory smile. If Corinne accepted Victor’s offer, he would be rid of her and not have to worry that Victor would bid on Kat. He could relax and enjoy the auction.

  “I’ll see you there.” Victor tossed his cigar on the floor and crushed it by Damien’s foot.

  Damien signed for Corinne’s paperwork at the cashier’s station and walked to the back of the stage where twenty girls were lined up. He saw Victor standing next to Corinne. As he approached, he noticed Kat was next to Corinne. She stood perfectly still with her head bowed.

  “Okay, here’s her Trainer,” Vic
tor said to the Domme who patrolled the line. Corinne stepped forward to stand in front of Damien. The Domme walked away, leaving them to their negotiations.

  “Victor informs me that you wish to be his submissive. Is that what you want?”

  Corinne gave him her most effusive smile, which she used to give him when she thought she had a chance of being his submissive.

  “It would be my greatest pleasure to serve Sir Victor.”

  Damien shook his head. “Well then, I guess it’s settled.”

  He signed the paperwork and handed it to Victor. “Okay, she’s all yours.”

  Victor looked at the paperwork and smiled. “Thank you.” He extended his hand and Damien just looked at it and walked away. Did he really think they could shake hands and be friends again? Not in this lifetime!

  Kat heard the entire conversation between Victor and Damien. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Corinne accept Victor’s offer. Finally, the two people she despised most were taken care of. She smiled. They deserved each other.

  It was hard to hear Damien’s voice so close to her and not to react. She fought against the desire to look at him. It was even harder the moment he walked away. Was that the last time she would be near him? Her blood sang in her veins. The pain of separation was strong. She straightened her back. She could do this. She could live without the only man she loved.

  There had been a lot of activity backstage with people walking around the subs all the time. Some even ran their fingers across her buttocks, inspecting the girls before the auction. She endured the inspections as part of the process and dared not raise her head for fear of discipline.

  Kat was so wrapped up in thoughts of Damien that she didn’t suspect anything. Suddenly, a man’s hand clamped down on her mouth and his other hand grabbed her by the upper arm. She was pulled roughly out of line. Her cries were stopped when a rubber ball was forced into her mouth. Kat looked up into the cruel sneer of Sir Victor. Quaking in fear and anger, she tried to shake free of him, but he effectively locked his hands around her arms. Kat searched the line desperately, trying to find the Domme who was supposed to be guarding the subs, but she was nowhere to be seen. Kat was dragged backward away from the girls in line. Despite her futile wriggling in his grip to break free, he gained ground.

  “What’s the matter? Did you really think you were going to be auctioned to some other Dominant? Well, think again. I’m not taking a chance on losing you. You belong to me now.” His hot breath licked against her ear and a chill shimmied down her spine.

  She saw Melissa glance her way and noticed the look of shock and surprise on her features as Kat was dragged behind a black curtain. Melissa broke line and Kat prayed she would attract someone’s attention and get help to rescue her.

  Victor’s grip was strong around her arms, but he paused momentarily to tie a rope around her neck and secure it to her wrists behind her back. She knew that if she struggled and accidentally pulled down on her wrists, she would choke herself. He dragged her along the same stone hallway she traversed when coming into the Castle.

  Where is Corinne? Why isn’t she with Victor? Kat tried to understand what was happening. Outside, Victor flashed the paperwork to the guard who let them pass without asking any questions. She was being stolen away from Sir Damien right under his nose!

  Down the street, beyond the sight of the guards, Victor stopped. Kat kneed him in the groin and he groaned. He raised his hand to hit her but was stopped by a feminine hand.

  “No, let me.”

  Corinne walked up to Kat and slapped her face while Sir Victor held her. The force of the blow swiveled her head to the side. When Kat turned to look at Corinne, she saw a cold, calculating, revengeful woman staring back at her.

  “I told you we’d be at the auction together, didn’t I? And now we’re going away together. And that knife trick I promised you, well, we’re going to play it real soon. This Dominant loves pain and he said I can inflict as much of it on you as I want.”

  Fear gripped Kaitlin’s heart. This couldn’t be happening. She watched Victor pull a black leather mask from his pocket and give it to Corinne. She slid it down over Kat’s eyes.

  “Now be a good girl and come with us quietly or we may have to do something we don’t want to.”

  “No, no!” Kaitlin cried behind the ball, but only a muffled sound escaped. She was forcibly led down the street, unsure of her steps in the dark world behind her blindfold.

  Inside the Castle, a drum roll got everyone’s attention. It was the signal that the auction was about to begin. Damien and Sir Timothy took their assigned seats in the audience, picking up their bidding cards with a large black number imprinted on it. A program was distributed to each row of participants by a lovely older sub dressed in a red pleather bra and panties. Damien searched for the names of his subs. He found them very close to the top of the list.

  ““Is everything okay?” Timothy asked, turning his gaze from the stage to the Trainer.

  “Perfect. Victor and Corinne are no longer a concern.” Damien shifted in his chair and watched as the lights dimmed. A spotlight lit center stage and the announcer, dressed in a tuxedo with slicked back black hair and a mustache, stepped up to the podium.

  “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome. Tonight, we have twenty submissives and slaves to auction off. I know you’re anxious to see them, so without further ado, let’s begin,” the male announcer called over the loud speaker.

  Damien looked at his program, then back at the stage. The first sub was only nineteen years old, from Kansas City. Petite of body, she had long, light brown hair and pretty features. She was dressed in an open black leather bra and matching black leather thong that was also open in the middle to expose her pussy lips. It was the next best thing to total nudity and showed off the girls’ best assets, though at her young age, they weren’t much. The announcer called off her statistics, then had her present to the audience. His hand came down hard on her ass and she hopped forward from the force of the spanking, yet said nothing. He called out the starting bid of five thousand dollars. Several placards in the audience went up. Again his hand met her rear and red marks began to show.

  “I have five thousand dollars, do I hear six?” Every time a number was called without a response from the crowd, he spanked her again. Her cry brought another bid. “Yes, there’s six thousand dollars. Oh, look at how red her rear end is getting! I have sixty-five hundred, now seventy-five hundred, eight thousand, nine thousand going once, going twice, sold to number eight-fifteen. Very nice.”

  The young girl was led off the stage by a male sub dressed in a pair of shiny black shorts. She headed down the staircase to meet her new Mistress. The announcer quickly moved on with the auction as the next girl was led out on stage by her leash. “Next, we have a slave from Ohio. She’s twenty-five years old and as you can see, she’s very well endowed. What a pretty blonde. And look at these breasts, will you! Turn around. Mmmm, she’s got a fine, well-padded ass for whipping.” He rubbed his hands over her cheeks. “Lots of fun here. She’s bi and oh, she loves to dress up and playact. Who will start the bidding at seven thousand dollars?”

  Damien looked at the list. Corinne would have been next then Kaitlin. His heart began to pound wildly in his chest.

  “Fifteen thousand going once, twice, sold for fifteen thousand dollars to number six twenty-six. Now we have a little lady from our own hometown of Ft. Lauderdale. She’s twenty-eight and a Switch. Not only is she sensuously endowed, but she has fantastic administrative skills.” The announcer looked to the stairs awaiting the arrival of the sub to auction. A helper ran up to him and whispered in his ear.

  “Okay, folks, sorry, it appears she’s been taken off our list. Oh well, we’ll bring up another from our hometown. She’s twenty-five years old, great in the bedroom, dungeon and kitchen and hmmm…she’s not coming up here either. Well, ladies and gentlemen, we seem to have a mix-up here. Give me a minute while I check into the problem.” He wal
ked to the edge of the stage to talk with a Domme.

  Damien squirmed impatiently in his seat. Even Timothy looked worried.

  “Something’s wrong. I can feel it. Kaitlin wouldn’t get out of line.”

  “Oh my, it appears as though we have another no-show. Guess we’ll move on to the next submissive,” the announcer said.

  Damien jumped out of his seat and threw his number down.

  “Son of a…! I knew I couldn’t trust Victor. Something’s happened. I’ve got to find her.”

  “Do you want me to go with you, Sir?” Timothy offered.

  “No. Stay here. I don’t want you to lose out on your bid for Melissa. I’ve got my cell phone with me. If Victor has harmed her in any way he’ll pay dearly. Call me if you see or hear anything.”

  Damien ran down the aisle. His stomach twisted into a knot. Something was terribly wrong. He suspected foul play. He rushed in the darkness behind the raised stage and saw the submissives lined up waiting their turn. Kaitlin was nowhere to be found. He grabbed the arm of one of the subs to be auctioned to get her attention.

  “Did you see a dark-haired sub who was supposed to be in the lineup?”

  She regarded him as if he had two heads. “Yes Sir. There’s a couple here. Why?”

  “Did anyone leave?” She shook off his hand and glared at him.

  “I don’t know, Sir. I’ve been looking down so I don’t get into trouble with the Mistress guarding the lineup.”

  Damien shook his head. The sub was no help, plus she had an attitude. He felt sorry for the Dominant who bid on her.

  “Sir Damien! Over here….it’s me, Melissa.”

  “Oh thank God! Finally, someone who can help me.” He rushed to the front of the line. Melissa was next to go on stage. The Domme in charge of the girls was forcing Melissa to climb the stairs. Damien grabbed the Domme’s arm and prevented her from making Melissa walk onstage.