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THE COLLECTOR
One of the three girls’ is auctioned after they’re displayed for the guests.
Chapter Four
Another couple drinks, stripping naked in the connecting master suite next to his office and stepping into the marble Roman tile oversized stall to enjoy a leisurely shower, he lets the hot steamy water from the multiple fixtures cascade across his bare flesh as the steam frosts the fixtures, mirrors around the walls. Eyes closed, soaking for a few long minutes, hands on his head and relaxing as he faces toward one of the higher fixtures set on random pulse cycles he feels the sensation of the soft sponging of soap across his buttocks, behind his thighs, around and across his navel, down between his legs to across his scrotum and finally wrapped around his relaxed cock like a hotly drenched glove.
The sponge squeezing, stroking back and forth’s instantly stimulating, followed by fingers slipping between his butt cheeks, sliding around his taut sack, gently melding, stroking as his responding shaft swells, hardens in the manipulating soap drenched coral sponge slowly sliding outwards, stretching at his foreskin, slipping back pubic mound allowing the pulsing water to cascade across his hard, erect shaft, the swollen crown reddened from the steaming water. His hips barely swaying with the gentle nudges of the fingers pressing, tugging between his thighs, he lets his arm slip slowly downwards to his side, his hand reaching back and resting on the top of his assistant’s soaking hair as she kneels behind him, pressing her face against the hollow of his butt cheeks.
Feeling her tongue slowly glide across his bare flesh, tracing upward toward the small of his back only to retreat along the lines of his buttocks, all the way down between his thighs, to lick at his soaking scrotum, he follows the leads of her hands while gently swaying back and forth. His cock swelling, throbbing as the strokes become firmer, the soapy sponge squeezing and twisting as he’s stroked back and forth simultaneously, his knees and thighs barely tremble as he feels the sponge stiffening even tighter, her fingers tugging lightly at his scrotum.
“Save it… For my mouth… Sir!”
The faint voice of his assistant above the cascading shower as her fingers rigidly squeezes, he feels the movement of her naked body across the soaking tile as she twists herself slowly around him on her knees while she gently rotates his body toward hers with her free hand. Her naked breasts pressing, gliding across his thighs, she guides him directly in front of her as she slips her drenched lips around his engorged crown, her tongue lapping at the soapy water of the shower, the soap filled sponge still encompassing his thickening shaft. Feeling her wet thumb slip between his butt cheeks, slide across the rim of his rectum, he reflexively tiptoes as she gently probes her soaked thumbnail, prying, slipping inward as she picks up stroking his throbbing cock, sucking it into her mouth, deeply.
Head still back, eyes tightly closed; gripping her drenched hair with both hands he thrusts his hips outward, drawing her face against his pubic mound. Feeling the head of his shaft sliding deeply into her throat, his pulsing cock pressing across her tongue, her breasts jerk, grind against the fronts of his thighs. The reflexive spasms of her naked body pressing against his legs, her fingers gripping into his butt cheeks, hearing her forced grunts, her gulping of air mixed with the shower’s water, he holds tightly on as he forces every inch of his cock completely into her mouth, feels the mounting suction of her mouth, throat. Hips flexing, his fists jerking at her hair as his shaft pulses, the contractions, the explosion of his sperm squirting past her mouth, down her throat, he grunts as she gags, he twists as she jerks, the shower continuing to pulse jets of hot steamy water across their naked, trembling bodies.
Feeling her fingers tensing, her breasts trembling against the fronts of his thighs, he bows his hips backward, feels the suction as he hears the ‘whoosh’ of her breath while she frantically inhales, his shaft slipping from her stretched lips. Reaching up, turning off the shower heads with one hand, lifting her up by a bare breast with the other, he smiles into her eyes, kisses her on the lips. Turning his back to her without a word, slipping an oversized white terrycloth towel from the rack and handing it back to her, he raises his arms.
Wiped across his back, down between his thighs, around his shoulders and across his chest with the towel, he stands motionless as she gently dries off his warm practically steaming nude body. Turning around, facing her with his arms still raised, she kneels, swipes the towel back and forth across his thighs, stomach, his manhood. Gripping his shaft with one hand, wiping across it, his scrotum with the towel, she again stands, drapes the damp cloth around the front of herself, both hands crossing across her wet breasts.
“Thank you… Sir.” A smile as she lowers her head to turn and leave the shower. “Time for me to get ready… To greet the guests shortly… Less then an hour.”
Watching her walking away, her backside exposed, he smiles as her buttocks naturally sways below her slender waist, the outer curves of her breasts pressed across her chest exposed from under her arms as her wet hair clings to her shoulders. Refreshed himself, stepping from the shower stall he walks naked to the closet to pick his wardrobe for the evening.
A few minutes, a half hour, give or take passes. The guests begin to arrive, close friends and bidders alike. The property for the auction is in place, prominently positioned in the expansive foyer. Displayed in front of the full length mirror in the bondage sleeved black latex suit, every angle of her enhanced body’s readily viewable, assessable while her mind’s in turmoil.
Mounted firmly in place, realizing she’s facing a session of agonizing treatment as all three of her orifices are tightly stretched, stuffed, she feels the cool air across her nose and cheeks, bare breasts, her buttocks and vagina, the only exposed flesh from her form fitting latex and nylon outfit. Existing in the dark silent world of the stretching bondage hood, her eyes and ears pressed shut with the thick inner padding, her dulled thoughts from the previously induced drugs keeps her in a mental funk, reality and fantasy intertwined.
The thick, solid shafts between her spread thighs impaling her from both front and rear seem to stretch inside her to her womb, probing, stretching her entrails until she seems ready to burst. The mouth gag, actually a tube, stretches her lips, presses across her tongue and the roof of her mouth making it practically impossible to swallow. Having been forced to wear the outfit before, she can only apprehensively wait, anticipating the attention her clitoris and especially her enormous augmented breasts are going to be subjected too as the chilled rings stretch at her trio of piercings while the corset sadistically cinches her waist. Beginning to feel the initial touches, probing of her bare flesh she can only speculate when and where the real pains going to be administered.
The assistant, now erotically dressed in her revealing form fitting black dress stands next to the mounted girl to great the arriving parties. Her makeup impeccable, her dark hair swirls, flowing down behind her shoulders from a tie high on the back of her head. The latex dress cut low enough across her substantial breasts to expose just the upper curves of her dark areolas, the hem just high enough to expose the soft folds of her shaved labia between the slit of her athletic thighs matches the theme of the latex bound girl.
Greeting the guests, eagerly explaining the way the girl’s mounted, showcasing the augmentations, the modifications to the mounted body as she holds the control in one hand that operates the phalluses, a black riding crop in the other, she appears to obviously enjoy giving the presentations. Slipping the tip of the crop through the nipple rings, tapping the firm almost solid globes with the leather, flicking the clit ring as she operates the pumping phallus, she begins to allow the guests to touch, feel, whatever they like to the virtually immobile mannequin.
An occasional moan emitting from the mouth tube, a twitch of her hips, a subtle jerk of her breasts as her rigid body is tormented is all the mounted girl can muster as the guests are guided by the assistant. Instructed on the use of the pulsing phallus’ inserting and retracting in six to eight inch strokes in both rectum and vagina, at times simultaneously, other times singularly, the close attention to the pair of melon sized breasts, the almost hollow sound of the crop slapping across the jaunting globes and her mind screams in the darkness of the mask.
Fifteen, twenty minutes pass as the dozen or so guests make their appearances. As the last arrives, shown the soon to be auctioned merchandise, allowed a couple of abuses of the exposed naked flesh, she leads them down the hallway, past the glass partition separating the girl balancing on the peg. The group seems just as eager to take in her struggles, admire the sadistic treatment of her perspiration drenched naked body as they watch her frantically maintaining her one legged stance on the peg, seemingly on the verge of slipping, the guide wires tensing, swaying from her multi-pierced breasts and her clitoris as her naked body arches, bows, twists.
Inside the room, gazing toward the mirror, noticing the mounting group of people glaring at her through the glass, her heart pounds in her chest, her body wracked with numerous pains, some harsher then others as she physically and mentally struggles with her nightmarish ordeal. The throbbing of both breasts from the multiple skewers, the knotting of her trembling calf and thigh as her foot swells in the stiletto tiptoeing on the peg overwhelms her senses as she pleadingly stares at the numerous images of the onlookers reflecting back from the mirror, their stares becoming obviously sadistic smirks.
Confused, terrified, realizing she’s being displayed for their obvious pleasure, that the people watching are enjoying her agony, at the thought that her struggles, her humiliation is being watched by a group of strangers, her stomach knots at the realization that she’s being displayed to a group of sadists.
Stepping into the room, riding crop in hand, the assistant flicks a wire above one breast, the other as she forces the girl to struggle on the peg. Sliding the crop downward, snagging the wire affixed to the clit ring, she flicks the crop and tugs. The girl’s naked body arching, her clit stretching, the group on the other side of glass partition collect for a closer view as the girl barely maintains her connection to the peg. Whimpering, grunting as her clit’s tugged, tears streak from her eyes as the assistant’s eyes gleam.
Slipping the crop from the wire, a backhand followed by a quick forehand leads to a pair of resounding echoes in the room as thin red welts raise across the outer curves of the girl’s bulging globes between the skewers and the embedded straps. Stepping away as she nods toward the glass partition, the assistant leaves the girl to her struggles.
Leading the guests past the glass divider to the conference room, she seats them around the boardroom type table. Dark shellacked mahogany, the chairs black leather; the guests line either side as the head of the table remains vacant, she seating herself at the opposite end.
A couple minutes pass. The double door behind the head of the table opening, he makes his presence. Slipping into the empty chair, glancing around the table, mostly men, a handful of women, he nods toward his assistant, back toward the double door. Leaving the seat and stepping past the guests she disappears from sight behind the doors, momentarily.
Re-entering with leash in hand, the assistant leads the dripping wet girl by her chocker collar into the room. Wrists shackled to the back of her collar, her augmented body nakedly displayed for all to see, her eyes remain downward as she’s led past the table to the other end of the room. Her modified body eerily comparable to the girl mounted in black latex, she’s directed to kneel on the small podium against the book shelf.
Knees spread; shoulders arched back with her huge breasts thrust outward, the large ‘O’ rings hang stiffly from the nubs of her thick nipples, just slightly in front of her dark tan areolas. The clit ring matching the pair above rests above the dark, parted slit of her vagina between her spread thighs. Her wet hair clinging to her forehead, across her cuffed wrists, she continues to stare toward the floor as her flat stomach barely flexes with each breath, her unnaturally narrow waist appearing even slimmer beneath her melon sized breasts standing firm, almost solid on her chest.
Glancing past the guests toward his assistant, and then nodding toward the girl he speaks. “She’s twenty two years of age… She’s been a guest here for just under two months.” Glancing around at the guests, most glancing toward the girl, he continues. “Breasts obviously augmented…. Waist cinched… The piercings… Her modifications so far hardly extreme… I’ve decided she’s the one to be auctioned this evening.
The murmurs obvious, the reactions not unwelcome, he stands and walks toward the girl. Stepping between the assistant and the podium, he reaches out and cups the bottom of the girl’s right breast. Flicking the ‘O’ ring, slipping his hand beneath her chin, he turns toward the group. “She’s been toilet trained… Swallows… All her orifices stretched.” Lifting her face upwards, her eyes darting toward his as her hands clinch into fists behind her head; he glances into her dark eyes. “Haven’t you?” Smiling at her spiteful stare, he turns back toward the table. “Whoever purchases her this evening has the option of listing any other modifications desired and I, of course will be more then willing to perform the surgery myself… For a price of course.”
Glancing toward his assistant, again just a silent nod and she reaches behind her back, unsnaps the dress and lets it drop to the floor. Standing totally naked except for her black heels, she spreads her legs, raises her arms above her head into a spread-eagled position. Slowly turning, displaying her own surgical modifications on her incredibly firm, just on the acceptable side of an almost Barbie doll physic, she completes a full rotation before lowering her hands behind her neck while maintaining her pose.
“As you can see.” He adds as he cups his assistant’s left breast. “My work’s impeccable and doesn’t have to be to the extreme… On the other hand.” Again also cupping the kneeling girl’s right breast, he continues. “I can form breasts as large as your imagination takes you… I can narrow waists just as extreme.” Releasing both breasts he steps toward the end of the table, slowly glances from one guest to another. “Head to toe, anything in between… Any modification is possible… For a price, like I said… Now folks after the auction, you’re all invited for some serious entertainment with the other pair of girls you’ve already been acquainted with, now where shall we start the bidding for this girl behind me on the podium?”
End Part 4
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