She Shouldnt, But She Will (15 page)

He smiled as a titter went through the people on deck. “Yes, it’s a popular event. Any of you may place bids on the slaves, and they will be yours to command for the next week. Of course, they must be returned a week from Monday morning in the same condition as when they leave this house, unless other arrangements are made. As usual, the contest participants will be standing in review as you go into the house and will be available for inspection during the casino gambling. Please examine them carefully as to place better bets.”

So, this is a serious auction
, Derek thought.

Thia’s face flushed.

“Worried?” he asked.

“It’s a real slave auction,” she whispered. “I thought they meant the ‘slaves’ would be around to help serve drinks or something during the evening. Or—” she looked up and blushed even redder “—to serve in other ways.”

“How can you blush after what we just did in the head?” Derek nuzzled her ear, amazed this woman could act the wanton and still seem so innocent at other times. “Relax,” he added. “It’s for charity.”

“I don’t care. It doesn’t seem right.”

He smiled. “Would you like to be auctioned? I’d bid a lot of money on you.”

“No, not this time.”

“Not
this
time?”

“
No.
Not ever.”

He bit back a laugh. “Ok, let’s go have some fun.”

Inside the front door was a line of naked women. All were Oriental. They all had their hair in long ponytails. Blindfolds covered their eyes and numbered armbands encircled their upper arms. Their hands were tied behind their backs and their ankles were bound. Around each of their necks hung signs.

Derek knew this was a partial explanation for the frequent trips to the Orient. Could the drugs supplement some kind of slave trade? Or did human trafficking support the drugs? They’d hardly entered the house and his investigation had turned a corner. His Monday morning report would be interesting.

Thia made little noises indicating her distress as she reached each girl. The rest of the guests seemed to take the line of naked women in stride. Indeed, small groups had gathered around some of the women. Both men and woman pinched, poked and generally examined the compliant slaves.

Thia turned and gave him a once-over look, then stroked her hand down the front of his trousers. “Hey,” he said. “Watch it or we’ll have to find another bathroom.”

“I’m just relieved to see these poor women don’t excite you.”

“I like my women willing and free to say no.” She smiled up at him and he felt compelled to add, “Not that I like them to.”

“I’ll remember,” she murmured.

Derek read the sign for the woman where they stood.
Twenty-two years of age, five feet one inch, ninety-six pounds. Please buy me. I need a master to satisfy. I am fluent in seven languages (English, French, German, Italian, Russian, Arabic, Mandarin) and understand four more (Greek, Spanish, Farsi, Japanese). I have two degrees in math and excel in literature. If you buy me I will do anything to please you. My body and skills will be yours to command.

“Fucking amazing,” Derek muttered. A quick check of the woman next in line showed her education and skills to be comparable. What in hell was going on? Why would educated women like this allow themselves to be put in this position?

Derek looked down the line of would-be slaves. This could be the lead that would break the case but how could he leave knowing what was going to happen to these women? His heart sank as he watched people feel and probe their compliant bodies.

Derek pulled Thia a little tighter against him, feeling suddenly protective. “Don’t stray.”

Mutely, she shook her head.

* * * *

Derek and Thia entered the casino area. Bright lights flashed all over, obscuring any good look at the room. The clanging of slot machines paying off filled the air.

Lilly directed them to the cashier and Derek bought a thousand dollars in chips. He handed half to Thia.

“We will stay together but you can play, too. That will give me a chance to watch the people.”

Thia followed Derek to the Black Jack table. “Sin, would you like to play first?”

“I’m not very good. Henry took me to Vegas several times but I never ended up ahead.”

“Don’t worry, just have fun.” It was fun playing a high-roller. God knew, he’d had to pose as someone at the opposite end of the economic scale enough times.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Thia sat down and Derek stood behind her. He watched some of what she was doing and it looked like she actually was a pretty good player. He was also watching the activity on the floor.

When the games were moving along well, the slaves were led onto the floor and placed around the room. Their hands remained tied, and the blindfolds were still in place. Derek watched a couple examine one woman. The man guided her to her knees by the ponytail, then pulled her head back. His partner lifted her skirt and situated her pussy at the slave’s mouth. In seconds, it was obvious the lady was getting turned on and then she groaned in climax. The couple seemed pleased. The slave woman seemed as indifferent as the rest of the crowd as she stood and was moved aside.

I’m not letting Thia out of my sight.
To emphasize, he placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a blazing smile.

There were no overt signs of drug usage. Or really anything, except the slaves. Derek gave Thia his chips and continued to look around. By the roulette wheel, another slave was giving head to a man dressed as a king. Derek watched until she swallowed.
This is no game for charity. This is for real and these girls are being sold as sex slaves. But how do I prove it. I can’t even identify the guests.

And of course, that was the point.

Derek glanced down. Thia seemed oblivious to the show he’d been watching as well as the men looking at her exposed breasts. She seemed to be thinking only of the game, and she had close to twelve hundred dollars in chips when Lilly announced the slave contests would start in fifteen minutes.

He whispered in her ear, “Maybe you should stop. We want to have some chips to bet on the contest, and if we leave now we can get good seats for the show.”

Thia stood, picking up the chips in front of her. The smile she gave him had his dick rising. What was it about her?

Derek led her to a door he’d seen couples use. When they exited, there’d been a tell-tale look of satisfaction on their faces. He pushed and as he suspected, a small niche for assignations was revealed. He barely locked the door before pinning Thia to the wall and pushing her skirt to her hips.

“Do you like the way the slaves look, naked and helpless?” He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips.

“I have to admit, there is something exciting about knowing someone can do whatever they want and there is nothing the slave can do about it.” She parted her lips and his tongue drove inside, exploring and claiming it.

When he raised his head and examined the tiny room, he looked back at her with a wolfish smile. “Turn around and I will help you feel what the slaves are experiencing.”

* * * *

Thia saw then what Derek had already discovered. Blindfolds and ropes and other restraints lay on a table. “I thought you wanted a good seat for the show.”

“This is a better show and I have the best seat in the house.” He picked up a blindfold and length of rope.

She pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me.” He simply stared at her. With a sigh she relented. Turning around, she crossed her wrists behind her. Despite the twinge of fear she’d initially felt, this was Derek, not some stranger.

An inexplicable excitement built as he wrapped the rope around her wrists. Her knees weakened when she was plunged into darkness by the blindfold. A thought struck her. “Derek, you’re not thinking of putting me up for auction, are you?”

“You’re my slave. For now, at least. And here’s what I’m going to do. Finger you until you are about to come, then screw you until you do come, and then feed you my cock until you swallow my cum. Understand?”

“Yes.” At least she knew what to expect.
And
, she thought with a mental smile,
he was making her come first.
Always the sign of a gentleman.

His fingers stroked between her legs and she started to moan right away. Somehow, being blindfolded and restrained added to the excitement. She tried to control her breathing, tried thinking of other things, but it was no good. Derek had already driven her to a frenzy and he hadn’t even started. Tiny convulsions shimmied along her pussy. Her breath rasped and she moaned his name.

He lifted her over his erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist, positioning him perfectly at her opening. His penis plunged deep into her craving body. Heat poured off him as he thrust, pulled out, pumped, withdrew, and then thrust again.

She was consumed with sensation lighting her body from the inside out. Her body rocked with the wave and she flowed with it.

Minutes later, when she recognized where she was again, Derek said. “Now down you go.”

Her legs dropped, boneless to his sides, and he lowered her to the floor. She opened her mouth. It wasn’t long before his throbbing penis filled her mouth. His scent filled her nostrils, arousing her again.

In what couldn’t have been two minutes, Derek grunted his satisfaction and hot spurts of cum filled her mouth. She tightened her lips around him and swallowed everything he gave her, then licked him clean. His breath sounded like bellows above her and it took some seconds for him to reach down and gently draw her to her feet.

They sat on a velvet settee for a brief time and then he removed the blindfold. “Okay?” he asked. She nodded. He brushed his knuckles along her cheek and kissed her. “You’re really something.”

“I could say the same.”

“I’m glad you feel that way.” He helped her to her feet and reached for the door.

“Aren’t you going to untie my hands?”

“I don’t think so. There are several women who have their hands tied. I think you look sexy like this.” He adjusted her clothing and they exited the hideaway.

“Shall we go watch the contest?”

“Do I have a choice?” Thia was trying to find the most comfortable position for her hands. Being restrained was more of an inconvenience than uncomfortable.

“I could leave you here for others to use.”

“Lead on.”
I’m at your mercy.

She followed him back out on to the casino floor. He took her arm and led her toward Lilly.

“Are you having a good time?” Their hostess raised a brow at Thia. Thia allowed herself to be turned. Lilly tugged at the knots. “A sailor, I see,” she said approvingly to Derek.

“I spend some time on the water. Let me congratulate you on a great party.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Where can we best watch the contests?”

“Through that door. Out by the pool are tents for the guests. Pick one and make yourselves comfortable, but be aware they’re not private.” She raised her brows at Thia again, as though putting her on notice that anything Derek did could—and probably would be—watched by others. “You look fantastic in that pirate costume, my dear,” she said to Thia. “Are you having a good time this evening?”

“Yes, very much so.”
How could I not be? I’ve been screwed twice in the past two hours and have a promise of more.
She hadn’t spoken the words but she had a feeling Lilly knew what Thia was thinking because she smiled.

Derek excused them and they took the doorway leading outdoors. The night air cooled her. The pool and tents were a couple hundred feet away. Thia followed Derek’s lead.

Each of the numerous tents measured about eight feet square. Inside, several ornate pillows provided seating or reclining capability around large brass trays. Waiters hurried in and out of the tents taking and delivering drinks and snacks. Derek chose a tent that allowed him to see the house, the dock in the distance, and several of the other tents. Evidently he hadn’t forgotten his primary mission even though he’d driven her senseless.

Derek helped her onto a pillow before sitting and draping his arm over her shoulders. “Comfortable?”

“Very, thanks.”

She looked with interest at the set up for the contests. Eight exercise bicycles were lined up on the other side of the pool, each with a display board in front of it. What made them unusual was the phallus protruding through the seat. There were also four two-foot logs in front of the pool, each with dual phalluses near each end. One was about six inches long and the other about two inches. Could it be the slaves were going to sit on them and get screwed?
It looks like the slave thing could be fun after all.

Finally, a disk about four feet in diameter that looked a lot like a lazy Susan sat off to the side. Thia wondered what they would do with it. The twelve inch diameter pipe across the deep end of the pool also baffled her.

“Derek, what do you suppose they are going to do with all this stuff?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to wait and see.”

They didn’t have long to wait before eight slaves were led out and Sylvester positioned each one by a bicycle. “Ladies and gentlemen, the first bet you can place is which slave will be the grand winner. Except for the first contest, slaves will be eliminated until only one is left.

“To begin, these beautiful slaves will ride these machines. The first one to show ten miles on the display wins. There is a catch. While they are riding they will be screwed by the phalluses in the seats. If they rise off the seat they lose. Slaves, mount your bikes.”

Waiters lubricated the phalluses as the naked slaves watched and then the women positioned themselves.

“This is hard to believe,” Thia said. Derek merely grunted and Thia suspected he was more than a little turned on. She couldn’t reach to find out, though,
damn it
!

“Now ladies and gentlemen place your bets.” There is a pad and pen in each tent. “Write which slave you think will win and place it in the box with your bet. The lids will lock before the contest begins.”