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Auction of lovers
Someone had thrust Yoru to the front of the stage. She was naked except for ivory-colored panties. A sparse patch of shiny black pubic hair peeked above the silky lace, and between her thighs a darker shade of ivory revealed that she was moist below. They had tied her wrists and elbows tightly behind her back, which made her pink nipples more prominent, projecting them up at an unnatural angle. She struggled, but twisting her torso caused her breasts to toss in cruel, choppy circles, exciting the lascivious gazes of the auction onlookers.
Someone whispered, "Are her panties wet from arousal... or fear?"
"Aroused anxiety, that's what it is!" bellowed the Mistress Auctioneer, and lest her rich patrons forget why they were there, she seized Yoru's long hair in a gloved hand and snapped her head backwards, forcing her to buckle at her knees. Yoru's legs sprawled wide, the limelights burning down on her two-toned triangle of lacy love. Mistress Auctioneer reached down with her other hand and yanked Yoru's panties to below her knees, exposing her swollen, purplish-red, glistening netherlips.
"Stop squirming!" she hissed, and gave Yoru a stinging backhanded slap to her buttcheek.
The pain instantly caused her pussy to flow harder, and a second slap caused her to squirt. Yoru tried to resist her body's natural reactions, but the clear drops trickled down to form trembling puddles below her spread legs. Everyone could see she was humiliated, but they also saw that her body writhed in pleasure as the fine, feminine drops drizzled from her core.
Someone in the crowd murmured, "The perfect slex-slave."
Blinking from teared, sexed eyes
Being stripped, bound, and kneeling in front of all those people, was more embarrassing than Yoru had imagined. Clearly she couldn't help herself, her tell-tale pussy fluids showing her need, and so she resolved to relax.
"After all, it's for charity," she reflected, "and I'm among friends." Still, she felt panic welling in her tummy. Curiously, the fear sprang from the same area in her body as her sexual arousal.
"They want to lick me, touch my skin, feel all over my body," she told herself, trying to recognize some of the voyeurs. But her head was held arched back by Mistress Auctioneer, and Yoru could only wrench weakly from side to side, blinking from teared, sexed eyes.
Elroy's charity-date plan: a lesson in giving head
Elroy's cock was throbbing as he watched Mistress Auctioneer present Yoru, panties at her ankles, displaying everything to the entire audience. They were gathered for the yearly breast cancer charity event and Elroy has Lindens. He was going to do something good for humanity, himself, and more especially, the erotic dancing girl from the House of V BDSM club. He liked that she now stood before him, defeated. Elroy wouldn't admit it openly, but he preferred to please her, ease her into his plan, but if necessary, he would force her. He wanted Yoru to roleplay that she was his student in the art of giving blow jobs.
What was he thinking?
"This one," he thought, "the one with the unpronounceable name and pink nipples." Elroy knew from her erotic stories that she loves sucking cock, and he could think of three more fuck-points worth bidding for:
"She is already dripping, she emotes like a banshee, and she is going to be easy."
But Yoru was not going to be easy.
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UP NEXT WE HAVE YOROOO!!
The Auction Mistress slapped Yoru on the face and let go her hair, grimacing at her, warning her to behave.
"UP NEXT WE HAVE YOROOO!!" announced the MC in "voice." It was her supposed friend, DJ Raven, her polished speech turning softer as she looked pityingly down on the naked girl with bound arms and sagging panties. Yoru hadn't been able to move and was still standing in a quicksilver pool of her own sexual juices. They knew each other from the club, where Yoru danced and created erotic emotes.
"She always comes up with something sexy about me, and sweet about my music," DJ Raven admitted to herself. She had never seen her friend this angry, and was a little worried. She wasn't really convinced that Yoru was role-playing.
"Yoruuu is one of House of V's hottest dancers, her ssssseriously sssssexy legs melt the poles!"
"We need an opening bid of 1000 lindens,"said the Auction Mistress, scowling at Yoru's threatening attitude.
Yoru glared at her and growled in a hate-filled whisper, "Free me and I will shred you!" She struggled against the ropes binding her arms, shaking violently from side to side, but when she bent her knees, intending to leap off the stage onto a front-row customer, she slipped and fell hard on her side.
The perfect invitation to the joys of domination
At once Yoru twisted round to get back up. She is very athletic, but tied up as she was, she couldn't prop herself up without opening her legs wide, giving the guests a clear view of the split running from her pubic mound down and back past her puckered anus. Her buttcheeks stretched apart by the physical exertion, her entire sex was laid bare, the path to her womanhood a swollen, curving womanscape of purplish-pink. Legs straining low and wide, arms bound behind, it was the perfect invitation to the joys of domination.
Yoru seized the moment, pretending the fall made her realize that fighting was hopeless. "You may tell them to release me now," she said as evenly as she could, "I will answer your questions."
Nobody believed her, and certainly nobody dared untie her arms.
"She is a wild woman, but is giving it all back to BCA, 100% to charity!" the Auction Mistress gloated. "Please may we have 1K?"
"5K," Elroy said.
DJ Raven let out a yelp: "5,000 lindens! Someone must have read Yoru's blog!"
"Sir Elroy at 5K," confirmed the Auction Mistress. "Yoru, do tell us about the tattoo on your cheek."
Yoru didn't make a sound. The Mistress lashed her viciously across the shoulder with a Domme's horsewhip. This set off the same curious reaction in Yoru's body. Sex from a male or female, hot with steel resolve, someone willing to force a little pain on her... these are Yoru's weaknesses. She caved in, sobbing: "My cheek-tattoo means 'slave' in Japanese. It wasn't my fault..."
The Auction Mistress, knowing her tactic had gone well, asked: "Anyone want to take this dangerous beauty? We need 6K..."
"6k," said Begood.
"10,000," said Elroy, before the Mistress could confirm the 6k.
DJ Raven quipped, "Oh my! somebody wants to sex-toy Yoru! Don't untie her ropes, boys, if you want to get out of her bed in one piece!"
Yoru turned her head to DJ Raven, choked with emotion, and whispered, "Darling why have you abandoned me? You were my friend..."
"Oh you little polyslut!" It was Marianne, another DJ, voicing in her hot French-Swiss accent,"I thought I was your favorite DJ!" She pronounced the "I" as "eyyyeee" and pursed her lips provocatively."
Yoru moaned and turned to her. "Yes, you are, lovely Madame Marianne. Please untie me, I promise to be good..."
Both DJs laughed. She would say anything to get out of the ropes.
"She likes some pain, and oral sex, especially oral!" DJ Raven said, "And she is never satisfied until her lovers are either drained or deceased!"
Until her lovers are drained or deceased
Both DJs laughed again, and chuckling could be heard in the bleachers. A Domme repeated the word "deceased" and shook Her head.
"We have 6k from Sir DoGood. Do I hear 7k?"
"10k," said Elroy.
Dragonman, the event organizer, called out: "Jones 8,000." He was taking IM bidding from people not able or willing to come to the auction hall.
"Mr. Jones 8K," confirmed the Auction Mistress.
"I already bid 10k," Elroy said.
"11k!" said DoGood.
"15,000 lindens," said Elroy.
It was then that the curiously eloquent sub-boy Moly, who had recently made friends with Yoru and offered to go with her, stood up on the front row at the far right and warned:
"Let the buyer of this Woman beware: you must leave Her tied up and whip Her while She is helpless, then She will give you limitless sex, passion so pure you will want to be nice to Her, cuddle Her, kiss Her after you experience Her utter love. That is precisely when you must be careful. Once roped, She has simple desires that run deep and dark, and She pushes all boundaries. She will find a way to push yours. Never untie Her, at... your... peril!"
"Thank you for that testimonial." said DJ Raven, looking down sympathetically at him and motioning him to sit his sub-ass down. It was her job to get as much for charity as she could, and she knew enough about Yoru to pump the crowd expertly without the help of boytoy Moly, no matter how sexy.
"Anyone else have questions about this bad girl?"
When she said that, Yoru turned on the gawking customers, glaring at them, daring them to utter even a single word, and growled low, her teeth clenched:
"Who breeds the tigress, must love the claw!"
There was a silence while this threat was mulled over in the crowd. Some grumbling broke out about how Yoru was frightening the customers' timid subs and disgusting their prim-and-proper spouses. It made Yoru hot to see them squirm.
"Gag her." said the Mistress Auctioneer. "We have 15k from Sir Elroy. Sir DoGood, will you let her get away?"
Yoru twisted around to beseech Sir DoGood with her eyes. Her glance lasted only a second, but it pleaded her panic movingly. Would that he won her... before the auction she had considered him a friend, a kind man. Had she been mistaken?
"17,000 Jones," said Dragonman.
"Mr. Jones at 17K!!" Clearly, the Mistress was surprised. It was a lot for this she-devil dancer. Of course she felt called upon to get even more. "Sir Elroy?"
"20k."
"Sir Elroy, you don't want her to get away, do you?" she chided, the question registering in open chat a fraction of a second after the 20k bid.
"Oh wait! Sir Elroy 20K..."
Two cronies of the club lumbered up to Yoru cautiously from behind her, one on either side. They knew well that her legs were still loose, and that she could still jump one of them and drown her between the apex of her thighs. Grateful to be given a chance to show off center-stage, they pawed the dangerous girl bravely, standing back, faking grins. Quickly one clasped the back of her neck and with an uncompromising grip, paralyzed her, while the other inserted a ball-gag into her mouth and tightened it.
She couldn't threaten anyone now.
Yoru hung her head pathetically to one side, not wanting to acknowledge the proceedings or her role in them any longer. Was she finally defeated?
It is a mistake to underestimate a dancer of the House of V
But Yoru raised her head once more. Even fallen, helpless, Yoru was still a veteran erotic dancer of the history-rich House of V, and had simultaneously been nurtured with compassion at the Commune Utopia. It is a potent mix in the body of a sensual woman.
She resolved to dance, undulating gracefully, arousingly, in spite of her arms being bound tightly at the elbows and wrists and her mouth stuffed with the hateful gag. The effects were riveting, the breasts flabbergasting, the cut muscles of her thighs flexing. Yoru's dance incorporated expert, secret moves of the samurai warrior class that teach how the legs can be used to strike out as well as entice. She was seething with thoughts of revenge, but, by her nature, also growing more aroused by the lust surrounding her.
Dragonman shouted, "JONES 22,000."
"Sir DoGood, are you going to let her slip away?"
It was at that moment that Yoru resolved to punish Sir DoGood for hesitating to bid on her again. She was confident she could carry it out. She schemed deliciously how she would offer him a date at a later meeting, in spite of his not being willing to buy her out of her embarrassment. Then she would have him, tie him, hurt him a little to balance the pleasure she would give him. The thoughts distracted her for a moment, allowing her to escape the humiliating circumstances of her roleplay capture.
"23k," shot back Elroy.
"Sir Elroy 23K! Do I see 24k?"
"JONES 25,000."
"Mr Jones is gonna steal this one away!" said the Mistress Auctioneer.
"26k." It was Elroy. He sat calmly, voice icy cold, an elderly man no doubt, and one with iron balls.
It was now down to Jones and Elroy. Again she flashed on the reality that they both wanted to lick her skin, all over her body, everywhere, very badly, to be willing to offer so many lindens.
Yoru changed dances, this one turning her back on the bidders, bending down, peeking between her widely spread legs. Her heels propped her butt-cheeks higher and stretched them open to reveal her anus and erotic petals from behind. She winked upside-down from between her thighs at all who had the presence of mind to keep her in their viewers. In spite of her gag, she was smiling.
"WOW!" DJ Raven blurted.
"JONES 30,000!" said Dragonman.
"OMG Mr. Jones has it at 30K," the Mistress croaked.
Elroy stated flatly, "32k."
"WHO IS GOING HOME WITH THIS PRIZE?!" the Mistress Auctioneer shouted.
Yoru blinked. She couldn't help herself, couldn't stop grinning. 32k! Fuck! But of course she couldn't say a word, could only drool from above and below.
"JONES OUT," Dragonman proclaimed.
"Sir Elroy, 32K!!!!!" The Mistress had never seen that many lindens paid for a "poly-slut" dancing girl.
"I am going to start the countdown so if you want to jump in do it now!"
"Going once to Sir Elroy."
"Going twice for 32K..."
"Going 3 times..."
"SNAP!" The Auction Mistress closed the bidding with a whack of her horse-whip on Yoru's back.
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Date night after the auction
The night after the auction, Yoru clicked on Elroy's landmark, and was flashed to his sim. She arrived somewhere high in the sky, and since she had no floor to land on, she began free-falling immediately, tumbling, her arms still lashed tightly behind her.
One shouldn't blame Yoru for being awe-stricken. The man must be an engineer, for the landmark he sent her to his sim was a work of erotic art in itself. When she rezzed into Elroy's World, he had positioned her high enough so she could see nothing but a tiny, blue, square sim with only ocean, growing erratically bigger as she plummeted.
Almost unnoticed, a white spec popped from the mass of unbroken blue ocean. In the midst of the wind roaring by her ears as she fell, Yoru was eerily transfixed by its emergence. It looked like a lonely drop of semen spurting out of some roiling, erotic universe. Was it seeking her pussy?
Yoru must have been thousands of feet up, because she continued falling for a while, how long she was not sure. Elroy wanted guests to fall through the air of an entire 65,536m Linden ocean sim, with nothing in the water except his huge, white, swelling yacht, which was drawing closer by the second.
Stranger still, as she descended on the luxury vessel, which was placed precisely in the middle of the entire sim, her fall ended perfectly in the middle of the top deck, in his jacuzzi, on top of Elroy, who sat naked with an erection, waiting to greet his guest. Somehow he had coded the animation to force Yoru to land precisely on top of his cock, her legs spread wide like a ragdoll, making first landfall on the head of his phallus. When she thudded down from the sky, his sex was driven deeper than ever a cock had gone into Yoru before, and she insta-came.
Elroy fucked Yoru a while just to drive home the point that she was his slave for the night
Yoru's pussy was soaking from the pounding Elroy was giving her. With her legs spread high in the air, Yoru assumed he was going to fuck her all night, but that was not to be. Elroy's passion, his fetish, is to be sucked off and allowed to cum into the mouth of a beautiful woman. He hoped that was what Yoru wanted, too.
But for now he screwed her hard, pumping her while she came. Even after she was finished, thighs squeezing spasmodically, arms helpless behind her, he continued savagely, without pause, maintaining her climax and extending it to another, hotter one, her legs writhing and trying feverishly to close. He held her firmly pinned.
Without consciously thinking about it, he released the ropes on her wrists and arms.
Quickly Yoru reached down with her hands and dug between his thighs to find his balls, gripped them tightly, then dug her nails under the ball-sack into the long cock's stalk, the part that travels to his interior. She made it her playground, her fingertips pushing, her nails massaging, pinching, nipping, threatening pain on the edge of powerful stimulation. Then Yoru gripped the balls and cock together, and although barely able to reach around half way, so thick was his package, she used her nails to control him. Yoru began to pull his cock in and out of her pussy, shallowly, nether-lips vacuuming, plopping softly, suctioning, then ramming him in her deeply, giving him the excruciating, contrasting pleasure of deep penetration. It was not long until the man secumbed to her arts.
He laid back, muscular frame sprawling athletically, and sighed. It had been so intense, it was almost sexual punishment. Her pussy had clutched his genitals, and he had cum for sheer survival, feeling instinctively he needed to give her what she wanted or lose his balls. While he was lying content after his ejaculation, she touched herself, brought the finger up to her mouth, spread his seed on her lips, licked the viscous melange, and swallowed.
He kissed her a long time. It was a languid drifting of lips on lips, tongues tasting pleasure, until at last he lifted her effortlessly into the air and held her like a puppet, a used toy, dangling.
"If you want to leave my bed alive, you will let me down!" she sputtered. He smiled as she struggled.
"That wasn't your mission tonight, little Yoru. You are going to suck my cock until I cum again, this time in your mouth." With that, he slipped her down, slithering her breasts along his body, positioning her firmly on the jacuzzi floor tiles between his open thighs.
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