A year had passed, and the annual slave auction was going to happen this weekend. Angelique had such fun last year when Reginald, a prim and proper Englishman, outbid a more intense German to win her, and she enjoyed a wonderful weekend at his estate. She wondered what would happen this year.
She was a little surprised to see the German was in the bidding group again this year. Last year, he was quite disappointed to lose her, and he was showing more than a casual interest in her again. During the "inspection" before the auction, he spent all his time with her backstage. He squeezed her breasts and pulled her nipples, then probed her naked ass and pussy, all while promising her he wouldn't let someone else steal her this time.
When she was paraded on stage with the other "slave girls", the German simply watched, and when the first two girls were being bid on, he seemed to be just biding his time. But when Angelique was announced, he perked up and sat as if at attention. He watched as others bid on her, hearing the bids go up and up, but he waited. When the auctioneer started his final bid spiel, his hand shot up, and he doubled the last bid. No one dared to bid again, and he won Angelique for the weekend.
o o o
He found her backstage after the auction, and when she was dressed, he escorted her to his car. Unlike Reginald last year, the German had no limo or chauffeur, but had a Porsche sports car and drove himself. He introduced himself as Hans and helped her into his Porsche. As they drove off, he told her he was happy to have had the winning bid this year, to have her as his beautiful slave for the weekend, and that he had big plans for her in his dungeon. Angelique wasn't sure what to make of that.
On arriving at his home, a nice but not fancy two-story brick home in the suburbs with a Bavarian style and a turret tower. Stepping inside, Hans took Angelique's coat and hung it in the closet, then led her to a door.
"No point in wasting any time," Hans said, and opened the door that hid the stairs that led down to the basement.
Angelique led step-by-step down as Hans followed. The first thing she noticed was that the basement felt comfortable, and not at all cold or damp, but warm and dry. At the bottom of the stairs, Hans took her hand and led her to another door, this one with a padlock on it. He opened it with a key on his keyring, and they stepped inside.
This was a special room for sure. It appeared to be the dungeon Hans had mentioned in the car. Angelique saw the usual decor of a dungeon, with benches, hooks, and chains about, and a wall of instruments of torment. It seems he planned to get into some BDSM action with his weekend slave, and Angelique felt a bit of a thrill along with a shiver of fear run up and down her body.
Hans took her to a spanking bench and had her undress. He bent her over the bench and tied her wrists to the bench with rope. Her rear was sticking up a bit, and he spread her legs and tied them to the legs of the bench. Angelique was helpless now, but nothing she hadn't expected. Then Hans got a flogger from his wall of implements and told her a safe word, "Pretzel", in case she needed it. That was a little alarming for her, but she would have to see what Hans did to warrant that.
So Hans began by dragging the leather strands of the flogger across her rear, up and down her ass cheeks, gently. He was teasing her with the leather before he got to the flogging. But he soon got there, and spanked her soft cheeks with the flogger, not especially hard but enough to leave an impression on Angelique. Then he swatted harder, and she felt the sting hurting her a bit as her rear got redder. Hans continued, gradually smacking her harder yet, and her ass cheeks became quite sore. He was giving her a good spanking with the flogger, and while it hurt, it was nothing she couldn't handle. After a little while, Hans stopped and released Angelique from the spanking bench. He said that was enough for the first night, and took her upstairs to his bedroom.
She was still naked, and he hung her dress in his closet and put her panties in his dresser. Then he told her to lie on the bed on her stomach, and he got a jar of aloe lotion. He rubbed her sore ass cheeks with the soothing lotion, easing the pain of the flogging. Then he undressed and got in bed with her, rolled her over, and got between her legs. He caressed her pussy and opened her pussy lips, then licked her slit and swirled about her clit. She loved his gentle attention to her, which seemed so out of character compared to his domineering talk at the auction.
His licking soon had her totally turned on and sopping wet, so he slapped her pussy a few times with his erection. He probed for her opening with his cock, and finding it, he pushed into her, slowly pressing deeper. She loved the feel of his dick sliding into her, filling her, and her moans of pleasure belied her arousal. Hans continued, slowly driving deep into Angelique before pulling back slowly, almost out, then pressing deep again. She loved it, sighing and moaning, her legs unable to stay still as she curled her toes and thrashed about. He was soon thrusting with vigor, fucking her with abandon as she was writhing in pleasure on the bed. When he jerked and spasmed and pumped his load into her, the warmth she felt triggered her pent-up ecstasy, and she came with a forceful orgasm. She continued to cum as he finished his climax, filling her with his spunk. Then he pulled out, and some of his load dropped to the bed. Angelique was in heaven, fully satisfied with the excellent gratification Hans had given her. He rolled off, and they lay side by side. Then Hans wished her a good night and promptly fell asleep. Angelique followed shortly after, loving the way the weekend had started.
o o o
The next morning, Hans prepared breakfast while Angelique got dressed in a robe Hans provided for her, and they ate a lavish spread of breakfast items. When they finished eating, they read the newspaper together, did some exercises, and relaxed. Angelique was surprised by the pseudo "married" lifestyle Hans was providing. But she knew that would change soon, and it did.
After a minimal lunch, Hans escorted her back down to the dungeon and took the robe, leaving her naked again. He walked her to the St. Andrews Cross and had her stand in front of it, facing him. He put her wrists in collars attached to the cross, and did the same with her feet. She was spread-eagled on the cross, totally helpless and exposed. Hand retrieved a riding crop from the wall, and reminded her of her safe word, "Pretzel", as he began to strike her inner thighs. Slapping one leg and then the other, back and forth, he cropped her while she took it bravely, even as it started to hurt more and more. Hans continued to slap her inner thighs with the crop until she squirmed in discomfort. But he continued, slowly edging the strikes higher, toward her pussy.
When Hans reached her snatch, he used the crop's pad to push open her pussy lips, then traced the pad up and down her slit. He tapped her tender pink folds, making sure to graze her clit with each tap. Angelique felt the crop's intrusion, but it felt good, and very arousing. He kept tapping her pussy and clit, gradually increasing the intensity of his slaps until she was squirming on the cross, but unable to escape the torment.
Then Han started tapping harder, aiming directly for her clit. The pleasure was still there, but now it was accompanied by pain with every strike. Soon she was writhing about in the cross, trying to keep from saying the safe word for as long as she could. Her cunt was afire with arousal and pain, somehow coexisting and driving her wild. She was sopping wet but needed the slaps to her clit to stop, and then to be fucked. Angelique was so turned on, yet in so much pain. She was about to scream "Pretzel" when Hans relented and stopped.
Without saying a word to her, he pressed a release latch, and the St. Andrews Cross tilted back. He adjusted it so it was horizontal, with her lying on her back and her spread open crotch facing Hans. Angelique hoped he would fuck her, but instead, he tied a belt around her torso to secure her middle to the cross and then left for another part of his dungeon. When he returned, he pushed a small table on wheels with a device on top. She had trouble seeing what he was doing from her prone position, but she gathered this was a fucking machine of some kind. That was most welcome from her point of view, considering how horny she was after the cropping stopped.
Hans moved the device between her open legs, adjusted the height, and brought its "dildo" close to her pussy. He further adjusted it for the right angle and pressed it against her opening. She was still sopping wet from the cropping and the anticipation of being fucked, which she desperately wanted. When Hans turned the motor on, the dildo slid forward and into her. He had set it on a slow speed, and it eased in, filling her cunt with a wonderful fullness as it drove deeper and deeper. When it felt like it couldn't go any further, it stopped and retreated back to her opening. Hans seemed happy with the position, so he locked the wheels and watched for a minute as it reentered Angelique's pussy, driving deep and sliding back out.
Still happy with the settings, Hans left, saying he'd return in a while. Angelique was on her back, spread wide, and the machine was slowly fucking her with its large dildo. It felt good, in fact, it felt so good she wished it would speed up, but that was out of her control. So she lay relaxing in pleasure, unaware that Hans had a camera and microphone set up to watch and hear her as he relaxed in his living room.
The minutes went by slowly, the machine pushing the dildo into her cunt up to its hilt, filling her, feeling wonderful, then retreating, only to do it again... over and over. Angelique's pussy was seeping her juices, the dildo rubbing her just right, feeling for the world like a real penis, a real fucking. She was enjoying the pleasure when she noticed it was also rubbing on her clit, ever so lightly, at each of its deepest penetrations. The combination of the fullness in her as it drove deep, and the rubbing on her clit, was taking its toll. She was turned on from the start, happy to be fucked even if by a machine, but her climax was growing fast. Soon, she was squirming under the unrelenting pleasure the machine was providing. Her moans were growing in volume as she was having the first of what would be many orgasms.
Hans was watching Angelique squirm and listening to her, and knew the fucking machine was having the desired effect. He would leave her for a while longer to see how much she could take. He saw her bucking against the cross and heard her scream in pleasure as she had another strong orgasm.
Back in the dungeon, the pleasure of the dildo and its rubbing on her clit with every stroke was building. She could not remember a time when her pussy provided her so much unrelenting pleasure. She was unable to keep from writhing on the cross, the dildo constantly retreating and then pushing into her again, its appendage rubbing her clit with every push. She felt her clit engorged beyond anything she could remember, a feeling so intense that every rub made her jerk and nearly cum. Soon she was screaming in ecstasy and coming with an intense orgasm about every five to ten strokes. It was heavenly as she squirmed and wiggled, helpless to escape, and she already knew it was not sustainable; the intensity of her orgasms would drive her crazy before long.
Hans decided to let her experience the fucking machine for a few more minutes before letting it end. He wanted to see if she would scream her safe word, driven past her ability to withstand the pleasure turned to unstoppable torment. For her part, Angelique was past the point of control, unable to turn off the arousal that triggered her orgasms, sore from the pleasure that turned to pain when it was just too much for too long. She was about to scream out "Pretzel" when Hans appeared suddenly and turned the machine off. Angelique was so thankful, but had no energy left; she simply collapsed on the cross.
Hans took her from the cross, helped her put her robe on, and guided her up the stairs to the living room. Then he set her on the sofa to recover and got her a glass of wine. She had lasted forty-five minutes with the unrelenting fucking machine.
o o o
For the rest of the day, Hans treated her like a princess. He waited on her and brought her drinks, and gave her caresses and foot rubs. Angelique was loving the kindness and attention, things she never thought she'd get from this rough-talking German. She expected more of his fucking machine kind of treatment, but relished what she was getting instead. After a fine dinner, they watched a romantic movie and then retired. She couldn't help but wonder what else he had in store for her.
In bed, he made tender and passionate love to her. He played with her pussy, mostly recovered from the afternoon's torment, and fingered her gently until she was aroused and wet. Then he played with her breasts and nipples, pinching them, pulling on them, and kissing them. He put his fingers into her cunt and fingered her G-spot, then put his lips on her clit, swirling and sucking it as she rolled in delight, and gave her a nice, relaxed orgasm. She loved it all and was more than ready when he presented his cock to her mouth. She licked its length, sucked on its head, and took him into her for a fine blow job. He spasmed and jerked a few times before he blew his load into his slave's waiting mouth. She swallowed his semen and waited for more, taking all he had until he was sated. Then they both quickly fell asleep.
o o o
The next day began the same way, with a nice breakfast as she sat in the warm robe he provided. Again, after breakfast, they read the newspaper, followed by some exercises. After lunch, he escorted her down to the dungeon one last time before he would be returning her home that evening.
This time, he took her robe and hung it up, then guided her to a spot where chains hung from the ceiling, and he attached collars to her wrists and suspended her arms there. Then he attached her to chains on the floor with collars on her ankles so that she was standing spread-eagled. Angelique knew she was in for another round of torment as Hans walked to the wall of instruments. He returned with nipple clamps and a whip.
Hans reminded Angelique of her safe word, "Pretzel", and then put the clamps on her tits, pinching her nipples pretty hard when he pulled a little on the chain connecting them. Then he began to warm up his whipping arm with some lazy strokes. When he slowly moved closer and began to hit her rear with the whip, it was only lightly, and while it stung a little, it was nothing too bad. Despite her concern for where this would lead, she noticed she was getting wet, and her juices were starting to leak from her pussy. Soon, Hans hit her a little harder, still on her ass cheeks, but he gradually let the whip explore the backs of her legs. This hurt more, and she began to squirm and try to avoid the whip's contact, though that was impossible. Hans moved the whip about, striking her inner thighs and cheeks, as he continued to include the backs of her legs. The sting of the whip hurt with every strike, and Angelique was again thinking about the safe word.
When Hans began to whip her a little harder, and it stung a lot more, she nearly cried out "Pretzel", but withstood the urge and put up with the pain. Somehow, there was an accompanying arousal that defied logic, and she was turned on by the whipping despite the pain. So Angelique allowed it to continue, and soon Hans stopped whipping her. He put the whip aside and took his pants off, and approached her as she stood chained to the ceiling and floor. He brought a vibrator from the wall, turned it on, and touched it to her waiting pussy. She jumped from the pent-up arousal that magnified itself after the whipping pain had stopped. She was turned on and craved his cock in her, but Hans was going to arouse her further with the vibrator before he fucked her.
He ran the buzzing device up and down her open slit while pulling on the chain connected to the nipple clamps. She squirmed as the vibrator rubbed over her clit, and jerked a bit from the pain in her nipples as the clamps pulled on them. This was another one-two punch of pain and pleasure, and the pleasure was winning. As Hans continued to vibe her cunt, she squirmed with growing ecstasy, accentuated but not overcome by the pain in her nipples. She was totally turned on, leaking her juices, and craving his cock in her.
Hans finally stopped the vibrator, ceased pulling on her nipples, and brought his erection to Angelique's craving pussy. He slapped her snatch with an upward swing of his penis before taking aim at her opening and inserting himself. As he pushed upward and into her, driving to the very back of her vagina, she moaned with pleasure. Hans pulled back and thrust again, deep into her wet, waiting womanhood. She squirmed with joy at the wonderful feeling, the pain of the whip and clamps but a faded memory in that moment.
Hans sped up his pumping of Angelique's pussy, and she cried out in delight as he was hitting all her sweet spots and driving her wild. She was already sopping wet and leaking her nectar when he suddenly jerked and came, spasming with his climax. The warmth of his ejaculate caused her arousal to peak, and she came as well. They each pushed against the other as they came together, burning through all the pent-up energy they'd been harboring, until both of them were spent and exhausted.
When he recovered enough to do so, Hans undid the collars that held Angelique prisoner and brought her to a cot next to a wall in the dungeon. He laid her down and rubbed aloe lotion on the sore marks left by the whipping he gave her, and she immediately felt better. After he finished and she had recovered, he got her robe, and they left the dungeon and headed upstairs, where she got dressed and ready to go.
o o o
Hans ended Angelique's visit with a hug and kiss, and he told her how much he enjoyed hosting her as his slave. Then he drove her home. For her part, she enjoyed the mix of pain she endured and pleasure she experienced, all evidenced by the many orgasms she had at Hans' doing. She was happy she'd been sold to Hans and began looking forward to next year's slave auction!
