Chapter 28: Auction

Before the light changed at the second crosswalk, Jackie wiped her eyes. And, still not looking at me, humiliated, she asked, “You really want me to go to the auction house like this? I am not dressed.”

“I don’t see why not,” I said in reply. “Everything seems to be covered. You look like just a typical tramp. Which is fine, there are lots of tramps in this world. Now, I don’t want to hear another word about it. You are going as is.” She hadn’t cried since she had resigned herself to being groped. She sniveled at my steadfast determination. She would be meeting possibly heads of companies in her undergarments. At which, I reminded her. “I told you you weren’t going to like many of my lessons.”

My comment seemed to suddenly harden her resolve. Like she could rise above any lesson I wanted to teach her. I guess she believed if she forced herself not to be embarrassed or humiliated at her current state of dress. Then, it wasn’t me teaching her a lesson. It was her choice and my lessons be damned. With spite pouring from her lips she said, “Fine, I’m dressed spectacularly. Which means I’m not going to be spanked again.”

I assumed she meant again that night not ever. “It’s never out of the realm of possibility,” I said back with just as harsh an undertone.

“Ok,” she said and straightened herself and let go of my arm. She started walking quickly across the street towards our engagement when the light changed. I caught up with her fairly quickly. She could only keep the angry posture and strong shielded personality for half a block. But the continual groping of her ass, the twisting of her nipples, and a few hands clearly getting under her thong diminished her resolve. Her resolve was further eroded by the small children whose mothers lowered their hands back to their sides. The moms didn’t want their children to be so obvious or rude as to point at the clearly under-dressed woman. Yet they told their children in their native tongue, “Da, ea este o curvă.”

Some of the old men who lived on the street got into the act as well. They called out, “Hei curvă vin suge pula mea.” or “Am vin pentru o dracu ‘“

Her defiant armor failed completely after the second female’s set of fingers got a hold of her clit. Again she moaned at the expert way the woman had stroked her clit in passing. No longer feeling confident she slunk back beside me dejected. She endeavored to be as unnoticed as an unobserved cigarette butt in the gutter at the last crosswalk.

The location of the auction house had us cross the street before we turned down a deserted alleyway. Jackie seemed pleased to be off the main street. Though, she looked around wondering if someone was going to follow us. After what she had seen at dinner, she assumed all alleys were used for sex. Instead what we saw were Martha and Tyleen. They were two steps from a nondescript door.

They waved to us and as we got closer. A bit of a shocked surprise passed between the two at seeing Jackie’s new attire. They stood and waited for us to reach them. After greeting us, Tyleen said to Jackie, “Interesting attire you have chosen for the evening. It is definitely a bold choice. And not at all like what I saw you in earlier.”

Before Jackie could Martha added, “And Joe, she is definitely gonna make you look good this evening. I just wish I still had a body to pull that look off.”

Jackie looks confused at Martha’s statement. Still, she said, “Thank you.”

Tyleen on the other hand looked at me. She had seen the fake engagement ring on Jackie’s hand that I had missed when stripping her of things I had bought for her. And she had missed as a pawn able item for cab fare. “Oh you two are going to tie the knot, I see.” She reached out for the hand containing the imitation symbol of engagement. “I am assuming the absolutely sexy look was your idea. To let the other guys see what they can not have.”

Jackie’s spite and vindictiveness at her current situation overwhelmed her common sense. Yet, she could in a pleasant calm voice say, “Oh no. This outfit is all me. He can tell me what to do and wear at work, but once off work ... The old fuddy-duddy of a geezer can’t tell me what to wear. This outfit says I’m fun, sexy, and hot. Unlike the old guy that brought me. After all, I’m a grown-ass woman free to do what I want. And the ring is something I learned every woman should have. It gives me an excuse to blow off creepy old dudes or overly horny young ones. So it lets me enjoy the freedom of dressing and acting as I please. Then at the end of the night, I can shut down the freaks and most degenerates and pick who I want to spend the night with.”

While she spoke I thought of the things she had said. And it turned out only one thing was a blatant lie. Only the comment, that she had picked the outfit was a lie. The rest were inferences intended to project a false reality. But relied on the hearer’s bias to come to the conclusion she was loose. But the puffiness of Jackie’s bloodshot eyes and the last of her snivels told a story completely different than the one she was telling. But the sisters didn’t call her out on it.

Jackie accentuated her spiel by hugging me. She wrapped her arms around me to press her unrestrained breast into me. It smashed them into me. She then kissed my cheek and to the sisters, she said, “But he is so cute for an old guy.” Up at my ear, she mockingly kissed my cheek again before she took an earlobe between her teeth. Gripping it she said in a long whisper, “As long as you want me to apologize to them. Is as long as you’re not going to get it.”

Her breasts reform their small cone shape with her nipples being clearly outlined by the thin satin fabric satin. While doing so, I acquiesced for the evening. But it looked more like she would be getting on that seven o’clock flight the next day. “I’ve told her before ... She is a grown-ass woman. And she can do what she thinks is right on her time. And I can do what I think is right on mine,” I said to the sisters

The two older women understood what I was saying. They took either arm of Jackie and said, “Come with us girl before this gets too serious. We know some trick that can get the most out of an outfit like yours.” It was their covert way of getting Jackie to the bathroom. They would help with the redness of her dark eyes. “Then we will go and have a little fun.” Jackie flinched a bit at the contact of Tyleen’s hand on her elbow. It was as if she hadn’t come to grips with the fact I had screwed Tyleen. It had her move half a step closer to Martha than Tyleen. The three of them knocked on the door. When opened Tyleen had the correct credentials to give to the doorman, who looked a bit like a former KGB officer. A guy who knew where the bodies were buried because he buried them. He studied the papers handed to him. Satisfied they were legitimate, he let the four of us pass.

We went through the door into the open warehouse that had been converted for the exhibition and auction. The three women made a hard right before getting fully into the open room. The two older women led the way. I figured they would catch up to me when they were done, doing whatever it was they were going to do. So I continued on into the large open area.

In the room were many finely dressed and very refined-looking individuals, both men and women. They were carrying flutes of champagne, milling about looking at many of the pieces of artwork hanging on the walls or on pedestals around the walls. I could tell immediately the theme of the auction was erotic artwork. All the paintings appeared to be at least a hundred years old and depicted some form of sexual activity. There was everything from the devil overseeing an orgy of men and women, to the painting of a woman clearly in the throes of an orgasm. The artist had done a phenomenal job of depicting her in the throes of an orgasm with a hound of hell’s tongue buried in her vagina. There were also canvases of men with erect cocks. They’re using them in every hole and orifice of other men, women, and animals. There were statues on many of the pedestals. They depicted much the same thing. Men and women copulating with each other or animals of all shapes and sizes.

The older two women had done a marvelous job clearing up much of the puffiness around Jackie’s eyes and turning the whites back to white. Which was good since the overall theme was not lost on Jackie either. As she walked in seeing the initial artwork her eyes got bigger in stunned disbelief.

When Jackie reached for a flute of champagne, I understood why Jackie’s outfit had not caused much of a stir. She was far from the only one scantily dressed. She, also, had been too wrapped up in what was on the walls to notice the waiter’s uniform. It turned out that all of the men, with silver platters in their hands, had stainless steel scrotum and cock restraints. The restraints had a small chain that wrapped to the shiny buttplugs between their ass cheeks. They all did have the requisite black bow ties around their necks, and nothing else. The women had something similar though theirs went the other way. Instead of being something to prevent the women from sexual gratification, it encouraged it. They had stainless labia clamps holding their folds open, exposing their clits and pussy openings. They too were connected to the same type of butt plug the men had. The women’s devices created an unusual gait for the servers. Yet, they still could carry platters, of champagne or an assortment of other needs, connected to their nipple clamps.

Jackie had downed her first serving of champagne in very little time while going around the room. She took another flute from a waitress having her clit stroked by another patron while they retrieved their drink as well. We found not only were there pictures and statues but there were also other ancient implements of torture. As well as other ancient implements of sex on display. Each had a lot number displayed that would later be used on the auction block.

Jackie took a special interest in the chastity belts, iron bras, and ancient leather masks. She also looked closely at the portrayals with women and men stretched out on racks. The paintings showed the victims on the torture tables being whipped and fucked by any number of people, demons, or animals. Jackie downed two more flutes of champagne and picked up a fourth. The more she drank the more interested in the ancient or medieval carved dildos, butt plugs, and other assorted sexual devices she became. And, the more of the converted warehouse’s decor she saw, the more comfortable Jackie seemed.

There was one painting next to a door that seemed to make her shiver. In the center of the decorative golden frame was a woman in the center of a group of men. The artist had depicted well, her face covered in strands of cum. The semen streaked her face while showing more ropes of cum blasting through the air. It was frozen in time from the cocks of the men surrounding her. The woman had much the same colored hair as Jackie and surprisingly the same dark brown eyes as my companion.

Unbeknownst to Jackie, I was behind her and her new cohorts. I heard Martha say, “See it was done even back in the Middle Ages. The women knew that having men cum all over their bodies was both erotic and good for them. You can see it on the woman’s face. That look of sheer delight at having so many men depositing their seed on her. She happily is soaking up the healing vitality of the fluid as it seeps into her. And the men, they exhaust themselves of their seed. It was a way women of that time could enjoy the feeling of cum without worrying about getting pregnant. You can even see it is clear the artists knew the woman had taken more than one dick into her mouth. She had semen dripping from the corner of her lips and her open mouth. See how she has a pool of cum resting on her tongue.”

I had to hand it to Martha, her explanation of the depiction was spot on. Tyleen continued on with Martha’s thought. Though, what she said surprised me. “Oh, and those types of rooms still exist today. I can not speak for Martha but when I was in one of them I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was such a glorious time having all that being done to me. All the men shooting their cum on me. While I got to suck their dicks. Some sucking my tits or rubbing my clit while I blew them. It was such a wonderful experience that some days I wish I could do it again. But unfortunately, usually, that honor is reserved for women who are your age, not mine.”

I couldn’t see Jackie’s face but her posture tensed knowing that, that kind of activity or room still continued on today. She turned and saw me just as Tyleen finished talking. She looked through me only to turn back to Tyleen, “It does sound like a lot of fun, doesn’t it. I mean all those hard dicks coating you in cock cream. Exhausting themselves just to shoot some of their seed on you. What a turn-on.”

I let Jackie’s whole statement slide as she was more likely by the second to end up on the seven o’clock flight the next day. But a fat old man came up to me and asked, “Are you planning on your wife being part of the auction tonight? I do hope so. She is gorgeous. And if so, I will definitely make sure that I have funds left when she comes around. I will not be the only one bidding high for her.”

I shook my head, “No, she’s not my wife. I assume she won’t be putting herself up on the block. But she is her own person and can choose whether or not she wants to.”

Jackie had likely not heard the man’s question but clearly heard me say she could do whatever she wanted to. Her look became one of disappointment and she put her glass down on the silver tray of a bow-tied server. She quickly picked up another one and a fluorescent green pill that was, also, on the platter. She made sure I saw her pick up the drug, by holding it up between her finger and thumb. She turned to Martha showing the pill to her, “What’s this?”

In a non-judgmental tone Martha said, “Oh, that is one of the drugs they sometimes give out at these events. It is called ecstasy. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

I felt as if I should say something to the naive woman. Since, I had exposed her to the auction and thus the drug, I said, “I wouldn’t necessarily take that if I were you. I’ve found that drugs just complicate your life. And usually, nothing good comes from them in the long run.”

Jackie popped the pill into her mouth and washed it down with a big swig which emptied the flute of champagne. She parroted my words back to me, “Well, I’m not you. And, as you say I am a grown-ass woman. So I think I want to have some fun and try this. I know an old fool like you would never want to try something new and fun. Just because you’re too old and frightened of having fun doesn’t mean I am.”

I noticed that she had replaced her favorite derogatory description of me being a mean pervert with my being old. Which was fine. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that with that age I had experiences with many things. While I hadn’t necessarily done any of the drugs they were offering. I had seen the effects on other people and she was nowhere near ready. She didn’t have the life experience to be ready for what ecstasy and alcohol were likely going to do to her mental state.

As the drug and the alcohol slowly entered her bloodstream I could see her personality get more and more outgoing. As time went Jackie became less concerned about things that before had embarrassed her. She was to the point where she was no longer concerned with being dressed in only a sodden thong and light camisole. I figured her lack of concern was because, besides the staff, we had seen a few other women and girls who were dressed in not much more or not much less clothing. Thus with the drug having started into her system, she relaxed and took her attire in stride.

Her small frame picked up the drug faster than I expected. One minute she was looking at the items for auction. The next she was flirting and rubbing her camisole-covered pointed nipples against many rich young men’s arms. Her pupils were as big as dinner plates. Her altered state produced a more and more flirtatious woman. She allowed innuendos to pass more freely as conversations tilted more and more to sex. She also only giggled when one of the three men gathered around her, and the Simpson sisters stroked her ass cheek.

Chairs were brought out, and arranged in the center of the room, indicating the auction would start soon. Jackie, Martha, and Tyleen all came and sat in the middle of the third row where I joined them. Jackie was between the two sisters having me sit next to Martha. In her state of mind, Jackie felt the need to lean over Martha to speak to me. When she did her tits jiggled freely under her loose-fitting camisole. The men were the beneficiaries of her jiggle, which moved the camisole off one of her tits flashing them. Jackie’s tit was left outside the camisole while she belittled me. “There’s bound to be something a little old perv like you,” she moved her pinkie up and down as in insult, “would like to hang in his house. Something to make the women think of sex while with you.”

I decided to let all insults from that point on pass without comment. She might as well have had a plane ticket in hand. I also saw Tyleen and Martha’s reactions to her comment. Neither of them seemed pleased with Jackie or her assessment. But they too said nothing, though Martha did adjust Jackie’s camisole so it once again covered her small tit.

Most of the items that were up for auction sold quickly. I was surprised though that the auction was done in English. Martha explained to me most Europeans with money knew English. While hardly any of them knew Romanian. So the auctions were always done in English.

Bidders not present had already had the starting price beyond what many present were willing to pay. I was somewhat surprised when Martha held up her orange paddle with the blue number eighteen on it. She bid on a couple of male statues with extra large penises and flogs from the middle ages that were put up for sale. The event that truly surprised me was Martha and Tyleen’s bidding on a chastity belt. Two other people at the auction seemed slightly interested in the medieval metal item. But when the gavel finally came down on the sale, Martha and Tyleen had won. They had done so after only raising three times. I didn’t understand why the two women were so giddy at their purchase.

I asked Martha, “What is so special about that particular chastity belt? Why did you want to buy it so badly.” Martha went into a long explanation. It was depicted in two paintings and I hadn’t noticed it. Those paintings had sold for over a million dollars and it was unique in the middle ages. So it was a good investment. A few more items were brought up before the first half of the auction was finished. Martha left us for a minute excited to get the belt to show us in more detail why the belt was a good purchase.

While Martha was gone, Tyleen went on to explain, “That was the auction for all the people here.” In my mind, it meant it was the auction for the peasants of the rich, but I didn’t say it. Tyleen continued on, first pointing to her bid number paddle. “The next part of the auction the items are very unique. They will be only offered to the people that have blue numbers inside of orange circles like mine. The others with black numbers on white circles will be closed out of this part of the auction. You two being our guests will be allowed to stay.”

The staff of the auction quickly ushered us out to begin the next conversion. A soundproof barrier was moved into place as chairs were removed. Martha returned and directed us over to one of the pictures with the chastity belt. She began again, “The auction house said I could demonstrate it. Unfortunately, I’m not eighteen anymore. But even then, I don’t think I was ever Jackie’s size.” Jackie was well on her way to being fried out of her mind and grinned widely at the admission. Martha saw Jackie was feeling the effects of the ecstasy and champagne. She asked the smaller woman, “Do you mind if I show it to Joe on you?”

Jackie giggled for a second, “That sounds like fun. And God knows Joe there wants to keep me locked away for his own pervy pleasure.”

The two women looked at each other and shook their heads at Jackie’s comment, but said nothing. Going over to acquisition she took the belt off the stand. The lot number had been replaced with the number signifying the new owner. She picked it up but before she could put the medieval forced monogamy restraint on Jackie, I said, “You sure you want to do that? You spent a good bit buying that.”

“It is hundreds of years old. One night on Jackie won’t harm it. It may even do what it is designed for,” Martha replied. She proceeded to Jackie and wrapped the belt around her waist. Looking up at Jackie she said, “It is good you are so skinny or this would not have fit. Women in the Middle Ages were either very skinny or very fat. The owner of this was obviously on the skinny side.”

With the belt around Jackie’s waist, Martha closed the clasp and put the medieval lock in place locking it securely. She fished the curved molded metal around her pelvis. The shiny metal followed the path of her thong string going up her ass. A second lock flat lock tied the covering for her pussy and asshole to the belt about her waist. Once the chastity belt was fully on Jackie, you could not tell that there was a string for her thong going up her ass as her ass hole was completely covered.

Tyleen watching her sister cover up Jackie’s distinct camel toe said, “She even kind of looks like the woman in the painting.” We all looked at the painting the belt was supposedly in and Jackie did look like the main person. We all nodded our agreement. Only, around the painting’s Jackie were men with severed dicks and tongues. Many were also lacking a few digits on their hands.

Martha returned to her explanations and slid her finger along the slot in the front of the guard, “This is unique for the middle age. The wearer could easily pee out of the belt when locked on her. But see how the edges of the slit are pretty much razor-sharp. Any dick that would have tried to enter the wearer’s pussy through it would have been cut to shreds. Kind of like the painting shows.” Martha then spun Jackie around to show me her ass. “See how the chastity belt even protects her asshole. And it has the same kind of slit that is just as razor sharp. It would have the same effect on a dick as the front.” Jackie was again turned back to the front, “But unlike others of the day, see how this bulges out just slightly. This was an accommodation to the wearer. The owner of the device understood the wearer would at times need to pleasure herself. So it left room for a hand to slide down to the woman’s clitoris.”

As a way of further explanation, Martha did a demonstration. She slithered a hand between Jackie’s flat abdomen and the metal belt at the belt’s bulge. Through the front slit, I saw Martha had no trouble moving the thong off Jackie’s full pussy lips. Her fingers pressing down in a circular motion on Jackie’s clitoris had her jump. “Oh yeah. God, that feels good and so naughty.”

Tyleen said, “Okay, well then how about you wear it tonight. Since it does look so naughty on you.” She lifted my hand, to show Jackie she put the belt’s key in it. She said to Jackie, “You said he wants you all to himself. So how about we leave the key with him.” I thought that Jackie would object to the access to her cunt being put into my hands. But her drug and alcohol-addled mind seemed not to care that would be the case. She smiled as if she liked the idea.

“Fine, I will make sure that you get your purchase back in one piece,” I said and closed my hand on the key.

At which time, Martha said, “We will make sure that you get your companion back in the same condition she was in this morning.” The whole conversation seemed to go past Jackie. Oblivious to our conversation, she reached out for another flute of champagne and another fluorescent green pill. I was concerned with such a novice taking two ecstasy tabs in one night. The concern on my face was easily read by the two sisters.

Martha reassured me, “It is fine. She will be okay. It will not kill her but in the morning she may wish she was dead. Just make sure she has plenty to drink.” Tyleen nodded her head in agreement with everything her sister said.

“Yes, but I know both alcohol and X tend to dehydrate the user,” I warned.

“True but also there is no telling how much in the way of fluids she will have yet this evening.” It was like Tyleen was asking my permission to let Jackie go participate in other activities as the night unfolded.

The bell went off indicating that the second part of the auction would start in five minutes. Some guests with white circles didn’t change what they were doing. They milled about the area looking at the items that had been purchased. Looking one last time at the items sure to be squirreled away out of the public domain until the new owner tired of it, or died. Some others milling about would open doors going to rooms where other items were on display. Items not put on the auction block.

From a couple of the rooms groans, moans, and small shrieks could be heard through the non-soundproof doors, when I walked past. The multiple squeals of ecstasy from women and deep grunts from men behind the doors indicated multiple rooms were being used for orgies. I quietly asked Tyleen, “Why so many different rooms for orgies. I would think the more the merrier. So fewer rooms.”

Tyleen took hold of my chin and had me look at the picture next to the door. “Didn’t you notice the paintings? Each door has one. They signify what is happening in the room.”

I saw the door we were next to had a painting of just women engaged in eating each other while their tits were being sucked. I questioned her, “You mean in that room has a lesbian orgy going on.” Turning back to the door we had passed five seconds earlier. It had a painting of men and women being licked and raped by a pack of hounds. “And there are dogs in there. With women and men are being fucked by them.” I motioned my head to the previous room.

“Yes,” Was her answer, without any other commentary. Which had me look around at the other doors which had paintings next to them. There was a painting of a pile of men fucking and blowing other men. Across the room was a painting of an orgy of men and women with Satan presiding over it. The last was the one of the woman who looked like Jackie in the middle of a bunch of men getting spunked on. While another woman in the background was in the middle of a separate circle with men and women. The woman in the middle was covered in strands of spooge but was also eating the woman in front of her.

I wondered what other revelations I would have before the end of the night. The auction was turning out to be very different from what I believed ever occurred at Sotheby’s. I was thinking about that as the four of us walked back into the newly enclosed auction area. Martha showed her paddle to get us into the area where there were many fewer chairs than before. We were in the third row, again, with Jackie and Tyleen in the last two seats. I was amused at Jackie trying to sit wearing the chastity belt. She was having some difficulties getting comfortable while wearing her new medieval garment.

The first item that came up on the block was a picture put on an easel. It was just a house and a very young group of six girls dressed as maids in front of it. The auctioneer then started to explain, “The property is a one-year full-access lease. No expense was spared as it has new honey-blonde amenities. All are guaranteed to have never been used in their twelve years. There are hardwoods about the house. All small area rungs have matching drapes. The property has a Jacuzzi, and all of your friends can fit in it. And lastly, the owner is willing to convert to a purchase after one year. Bids start at two-fifty thousand euros do I hear one-fifty?”

Jackie’s confusion was understandable considering the amount of alcohol and ‘X’ in her bloodstream. What I wasn’t expecting was her to voice it so loudly, “Why would someone pay so much to lease a house for a year? We have all those things and more at the hotel. And it is way cheaper.” She looked over at me, “Isn’t it?”

Even if I had explained, the house was not a house. But they were selling off young girls and boys to many of the rich old perverts. She wouldn’t have understood. She definitely wouldn’t have gotten it. The bid winner would have use of their new house and young boys and girls that filled it, for one year. At which point likely the leaser and their friends would be used up the youngsters that came with the house. Then the property and occupants would be leased like that of a car. They would then have one year’s worth of wear and tear and could be purchased outright for a lesser amount than new or traded in. The original owner of what would now be a formal formerly virgin person would be free to sell them again if traded in. Or add them to their stable of hookers and escorts to be leased by the hour.

Martha and Tyleen were horrified at Jackie’s question. Tyleen quickly said, “I will take her out. We are not in the market for any of these anyway.” She quickly shuffled Jackie to the door and out.