Elena was guided by a firm, unyielding hand down a red-carpeted aisle, her high heels clicking against the floor. The room was vast, with a stage at the far end, surrounded by a sea of faces—mostly men, their eyes hungry and eager. Her heart pounded in her chest as she was positioned at the center of the stage.
The auctioneer began with a booming voice, "Elena, 25, Executive Assistant." The room grew quiet as her cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and arousal.
"Bidding starts at fifty thousand," he announced, and a flurry of hands shot up immediately. The numbers grew rapidly, and she felt like a piece of prime meat.
Elena's breath hitched in her throat as she was made to arch her back, pushing her breasts out, her nipples tight and sensitive. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper, her eyes scanning the audience for any sign of mercy. There was none to be found, only greed and lust. The auctioneer's eyes met hers, a smug smile playing on his lips as he observed her reactions to the lewd stares.
"Turn around, face the audience," he instructed, his voice a command she couldn't ignore. She complied, feeling the coolness of the stage against her bare skin as she presented her round, firm ass to the eager onlookers. The bids grew more intense, the numbers climbing higher, and she felt increasingly aroused by the process.
The auctioneer reached out and caressed her ass cheek, his fingers lingering and squeezing. "Show them your obedience," he whispered in her ear, and she bent over slightly, her legs spread apart, giving them an unobstructed view of her wet, glistening pussy. A murmur of approval rippled through the crowd.
The bidding war grew fiercer, with two men in particular driving the price skyward. One was a tall, muscular man in a sharp black suit, his eyes never leaving hers, filled with a burning desire she could almost feel. The other was a mysterious, older gentleman in the back, his face mostly hidden by shadows, yet his eyes pierced through the room, sending chills down her spine.
"Get on all fours, with your ass in the air," the auctioneer ordered, and she obeyed without hesitation, feeling the coolness of the air brush against her heated flesh. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, and she knew the audience could see it too. Her face was a mask of submission, but inside she was a whirlwind of anticipation.
She heard the whispers of the men around her, their desire for her palpable. It was intoxicating, the way they craved her, the way she could control them with her body alone.
"Now, show us how much you want to be owned," the auctioneer's voice grew deeper, more demanding. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing herself fully. The crowd gasped collectively, and the bidding reached a fever pitch. Her pussy was slick with desire, and she could feel her inner walls clenching in anticipation.
With trembling hands, she slid a finger inside herself, feeling the warmth and wetness of her own body. She moaned softly, the sound echoing through the room, and the bids grew more frantic. The man in the black suit leaned forward, his eyes locked on her, his jaw tight with lust. The mysterious gentleman in the shadows remained still, yet his gaze burned into her, as if he could see every inch of her soul.
The paddles went up around the room. The auctioneer's voice grew louder, "One hundred fifty thousand!" He smacked her ass playfully, and the sound reverberated through the room, making her jump. "Keep going," he urged her, and she obeyed, pushing her finger in and out of herself, her breathing quickening.
The man in the black suit's hand shot up immediately, "Two hundred thousand!" The tension in the air was thick, the smell of money and desire mixing into a heady cocktail. She felt her body responding to the raw power exchange happening before her eyes. The man's eyes bore into hers, as if willing her to come for him, and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building.
The auctioneer chuckled, "Ah, we have a very eager bidder here!" He leaned in close to Elena's ear, "Keep going, darling, you're doing so well." His warm breath tickled her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She pushed her finger deeper, her movements becoming more erratic as she approached the edge.
The mysterious gentleman in the shadows remained silent, his eyes unblinking, as if calculating every move. The room grew quieter, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Then, just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he raised his paddle.
"Two hundred fifty thousand!" His voice was like a whip crack, sharp and commanding. The room gasped, and Elena's body responded to the challenge. She pushed her finger deeper, her hips bucking slightly, and her orgasm began to build. The man in the black suit's jaw tightened, but he didn't back down, raising his paddle again.
"Three hundred thousand!" The words were torn from Elena's lips, a guttural moan that mirrored the intensity of the bids. She could feel the pressure inside her, the need to release, to give in to the pleasure that was threatening to consume her.
The man in the black suit's eyes narrowed, his hand clenched around his paddle. But the mysterious gentleman in the shadows remained unfazed, his expression unreadable. "Three fifty," he said calmly, his voice slicing through the air like a knife.
Elena's body responded to the escalating tension, her muscles tightening around her finger as she felt the peak of her climax approaching. She bit her lip harder, trying to hold back, but the urge was too strong. With the final bid echoing in her ears, she let go, her body convulsing in pleasure as she came, her moans filling the silent room.
The auctioneer's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with victory. He slammed the gavel down, the sharp sound cutting through the air. "Sold! To the gentleman in the shadows for three hundred fifty thousand!" The crowd erupted into applause, the room vibrating with the energy of the successful sale.
