Chapter 6

The room was vast, with a stage at the far end, equipped with various restraints and sex toys. Above the stage hung a large screen, ready to broadcast the evening’s events in high definition. The floor was a sea of plush carpets and velvet couches, where the men lounged, sipping on fine whiskey and stroking their cocks through their pants.

Shaquira led Mrs. Hubbard through the parting sea of men, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The woman felt like a prize on display, her new breasts jutting out before her, the furry tail of the butt plug swaying with each step. The men’s eyes followed her with a mix of hunger and greed, and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the attention.

They reached the stage, and Shaquira spun her around with a dramatic flourish. “Gentlemen,” she announced, her voice carrying over the murmur of the crowd, “may I present our latest acquisition, Mrs. Kaydence Hubbard.” A spotlight hit Mrs. Hubbard, making her squint and blush under the intense scrutiny.

“Turn around, darling,” Shaquira instructed, her tone commanding yet playful. Mrs. Hubbard complied, feeling the eyes of the men in the room rove over her augmented breasts and down to the furry tail that peeked out from between her thighs. She felt like a prized animal at an auction, and the thought was both humiliating and thrilling.

“You see, gentlemen,” Shaquira announced to the eager crowd, her voice resonating through the vast space, “Mrs. Hubbard is our star for The Breeding Night. She’s fresh, untouched, and ripe for the taking.” The room grew quiet, the only sound the rustle of fabric as the men shifted in anticipation.

Shaquira reached down and tugged gently on the furry tail protruding from Mrs. Hubbard’s ass. “But we have a special bonus for the highest bidder tonight,” she purred. “The man who claims her first will not only enjoy her tight, inexperienced hole, but also get to keep this adorable little reminder of the night.” The tail wagged with her words, eliciting a murmur of excitement from the onlookers.

Mrs. Hubbard felt a shiver of fear and excitement as Shaquira’s fingers trailed down to her pussy, spreading her labia to expose the pink, unblemished flesh beneath. She had never been so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she felt a strange power in the way the men’s gazes were locked onto her most intimate parts. “This,” Shaquira announced, her voice echoing through the hushed room, “is the pussy that will start the bidding. Untouched by any man but her husband, it’s a rare find indeed.”

Jelinda stepped forward, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “But before we begin,” she purred, her eyes scanning the eager faces before her, “we must ensure that this treasure is properly claimed. Killion, darling, if you would do the honors?”

Killion Perry, the master of the harem, lounged on a velvet throne at the side of the stage, his large black cock already standing at attention. He rose with the grace of a predator, his muscular form drawing gasps from the audience. Mrs. Hubbard’s heart raced as he approached her, his eyes dark with hunger.

Jelinda took charge, her voice a seductive purr as she positioned Mrs. Hubbard on the plush carpet. “Spread those legs for us, darling,” she instructed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “We want everyone to see what we’re working with here.” Mrs. Hubbard obeyed, her legs shaking as she laid back and parted her thighs, exposing her swollen pussy to the eager eyes of the room.

Shaquira, ever the showman, sauntered over to where Killion Perry, her beloved husband, stood, his large black cock already thick and hard. She dropped to her knees before him, her eyes never leaving his as she began to stroke him with a practiced hand. “You’re going to make her scream, aren’t you?” she murmured, her voice a sweet taunt. Killion’s only response was a low growl as she leaned in and took him into her mouth, her full lips stretching around his girth.

The room grew even quieter as the men watched the display of power and submission. Mrs. Hubbard felt her own arousal spike as she took in the sight, the anticipation making her pussy throb with need. Jelinda noticed and took advantage, her own hand sliding down to Mrs. Hubbard’s wetness. “Look at that,” she said with a smirk, her fingers delving into the tight channel. “It seems our little acquisition is already eager for the main event.”

With a wicked grin, Jelinda pulled her fingers out and held them up, glistening with Mrs. Hubbard’s juices. “So tight,” she murmured, her eyes meeting Mrs. Hubbard’s in the mirror. “But don’t worry, darling. We’ll make sure you’re nice and wet for the auction. It’ll make the first thrust so much easier to handle.” She brought her fingers to Mrs. Hubbard’s mouth, painting her lips with the slick substance. “Taste yourself,” she instructed, her voice a low, seductive growl.

Mrs. Hubbard’s eyes widened, but she obeyed, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of her own arousal. The room was spinning around her, a whirlwind of sensations that she couldn’t begin to process.

Shaquira noticed Killion’s cock jerk at the sight, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. She licked her lips, her eyes flicking up to meet his. “Looks like you’re ready to claim what’s ours, babe” she murmured, her hand still stroking him. “But remember, this is her first time. Make it count, plant your seed as well, so nobody can claim her as theirs.”

Killion’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to the trembling Mrs. Hubbard. He leaned down, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered, “You’re going to be mine, baby. And everyone here will know it.” His hand reached between her legs, his thumb brushing over her clit, and she gasped, her body jolting at the sudden sensation. He chuckled, his grip tightening around her throat, just enough to make her pulse race.

The room grew even quieter as the bidding began, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Mrs. Hubbard’s eyes darted around, wide with fear and arousal as she felt the first few inches of Killion’s massive cock breach her pussy. The pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she tried to squirm away, but his heavy body pinned her to the floor, his arms like steel bands around her waist.

Killion’s grip tightened on her wrists as he began to thrust, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. She could see the pleasure in his gaze, the satisfaction of claiming what he considered his new property. Despite the pain, she found herself moving with him, her body desperately trying to adjust to the intrusion. The men in the room watched, their breaths bated, as the struggle played out before them.

Shaquira, ever the opportunist, took out her phone and began to film the moment, her camera zooming in on the place where their bodies met. Mrs. Hubbard could see the stretched pink of her own pussy, the furry tail of the butt plug still nestled between her cheeks. It was a surreal experience, watching herself be taken so brutally, and yet she felt a strange thrill at the thought of being the center of attention.

The sound of the camera clicking and the flash of the light was a stark reminder of the reality of the situation. She was no longer a respected member of society but a commodity to be sold and used for the pleasure of others. The room was alive with the sound of men placing their bets, their eyes glued to the screen as Killion’s cock inched further into her. She felt like a prize animal, being claimed by her new master in front of a ravenous crowd.

Shaquira’s camera zoomed in closer, capturing every moment of Mrs. Hubbard’s degradation. She whispered sweet nothings into her ear, her voice a mix of comfort and domination. “That’s it, darling,” she crooned. “Take it all. You’re going to be our little slut, aren’t you?” Mrs. Hubbard bit her lip, tears of pain and pleasure blurring her vision as she nodded.

Killion’s thrusts grew deeper, his cock now buried to the hilt inside her. Mrs. Hubbard’s cries grew louder, the pain now a constant, burning presence. Yet, she could feel the beginnings of something else, a spark of pleasure that grew with every movement. She was lost in a sea of sensations, the pain melding with the excitement of being the center of attention, the power of being the one that could make all these powerful men lose control.

Shaquira watched with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming as she captured every moment on her phone. “Keep going, baby,” she cooed to Killion, her voice a seductive purr. “Make her beg for it.”

And beg she did. Mrs. Hubbard’s pleas grew more desperate, her cries for mercy muffled by the thick carpet beneath her. Her body writhed and arched, trying to escape the relentless pounding, but she was no match for Killion’s strength. The pain grew with each deep, powerful stroke, and she could feel her body stretching around him, adjusting to the size of his cock.

But as much as she begged, Shaquira’s voice was louder, more insistent. “Keep going, Killion,” she purred, her eyes never leaving the screen of her phone. “I want to see her come apart for you.” Mrs. Hubbard felt a mix of anger and humiliation, but also an inexplicable thrill at being talked about so crudely, so openly. She had never been the subject of such raw desire, and it was intoxicating.

Her cries grew louder, her body tightening around Killion’s thick shaft as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm build within her. It was a strange, foreign sensation, one that she had never felt before. It was as if she was being torn apart, remade in the image of the harem’s desires. She bucked her hips, trying to get away from the pain, but it only served to push him deeper inside her.

“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse from screaming. “Please, stop.” But Shaquira’s voice was like a siren’s call, egging her husband on. “Keep going, baby,” she urged, her eyes never leaving the screen of her phone. “Show her what she’s signed up for.”

Killion’s grip on Mrs. Hubbard’s wrists tightened as he thrust deeper, his strokes becoming more forceful, more punishing. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate him, the pain reaching a crescendo that she thought she couldn’t possibly bear. But then, something shifted. The pain morphed into a deep, primal ache that resonated through her core, a yearning that grew with each of his brutal thrusts.

“Please,” she gasped, her voice raw and desperate. “Please, no more.” But Shaquira’s eyes glinted with malicious pleasure. “Keep going, darling,” she purred into Mrs. Hubbard’s ear, her breath hot and sweet. “Don’t you want to make your new master happy?”

Killion’s strokes grew more demanding, pushing deeper into Mrs. Hubbard’s tight, unyielding cunt. Each thrust sent shockwaves of agony through her body, but she couldn’t deny the growing need within her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the beginnings of a climax, one she hadn’t known she was capable of. The pain and pleasure coalesced into a single, overwhelming sensation that made her scream his name.

“Beg me,” Shaquira whispered, her breath a warm caress on Mrs. Hubbard’s neck. “Beg me to let you come.” Mrs. Hubbard’s eyes snapped open, and she met Shaquira’s gaze in the mirror. The other woman’s smile was one of pure, wicked satisfaction, her hand still working the phone with a skilled grace.