I went limp as the climax exploded through me, barely aware of the gorgeous man behind me burying his cock to the hilt inside of me and filling me with his cum.
I was panting, sucking in breaths of air and feeling my whole body tingling wonderfully as he gently pulled out. The men slowly eased me onto the cot and wrapped the blanket and themselves around me. Three sets of hands stroked my skin, and calmed my breaths, and slowed my racing pulse. Three sets of lips kissed me, and murmured warm things in my ear as I slowly came back down to earth.
I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into, but whatever it was, I was in deep now.
Chapter 15
I didn’t see my men the next day. The fact that I was calling them that brought a warm feeling bubbling up inside of me.
Knowing they were there with me was keeping me sane. After all, I was still a captive, and I still had no idea what was in store for me, or what was happening on the outside world. Was my family looking for me? Worried sick?
What was going to happen to me?
Late in the evening, I jerked my head up as the door swung open. But my grin evaporated as I saw the now-familiar cowboy hat duck in through the doorway.
Mitch.
He shot me a look as he came over to unclip my handcuffs, before passing me a bag.
“Put these on.”
I glanced into the bag, paling at the contents.
Black, lacy lingerie.
“What, now?”
“Did I stutter?” Mitch’s brow raised as he grinned lecherously at me.
“I’m not doing it.”
“I promise you, you are,” he hissed, nodding down to the holstered gun at his hip.
“Can I get some privacy?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I shot him a dark look as he just grinned. “Now, sweetheart.”
I shivered and turned my back to him, quickly pulling my clothes off before reaching into the bag, grabbing the lingerie and slipping it on as quickly as possible. I turned back to see Mitch still grinning, and I felt cold fury bubbling under my skin.
“Well don’t you look good.”
I sneered at him, trying to cross my arms over the skimpy lingerie. But he stepped forward, deftly pulling my arms away and snapping a set of cuffs on my wrist in front of me. He grabbed them and turned, pulling me towards the door. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we—”
“I didn’t say talk, sweetheart,” he muttered. “Now walk.”
He pulled me down the hallway, past a few other doors, including the one to the bathing room from the other day, until we got to a set of dark wood ones.
“Through here.”
Mitch opened the doors and dragged me into a dark, elegant room, which seemed out of place considering the derelict feel of the rest of the place — wherever this place was.
The room was dimly lit with glowing wall sconces, and spaced between them, I thought I saw a window before I realized they were mirrors. The middle of the room was raised up a step, with two metal rings set into the floor and a strange sort of…harness dangling from the ceiling.
“What is this place?” I said, suddenly feeling the adrenaline spike inside. “What’s going on?”
Mitch turned, grinning at me. “Something I want you to see. This here is the auction room, and you, my dear, are going to watch your first sale.”
My mouth went dry. “Sale?”
He grinned wickedly before jerking me towards one of the full-length, floor to ceiling mirrors along the wall. He pressed a button next to it, and the thing swung open, like a door.
“Get in.” Mitch nodded inside to a dark, deep red room. A leather couch and two elegant end tables sat inside, facing the mirror-door, and when I turned, I realized the “mirror” was actually glass from the inside.
“Get,” Mitch growled. “And don’t get any ideas. I’ve got my guys coming into make you watch and make sure you don’t try anything.”
A door to the back of the small room opened, and I did everything I could to suppress the smile as Foster, Zane, and Gareth walked in. Mitch gave me a shove, pushing me onto the sofa before turning, stepping back through the glass, and shutting the one-way mirror door behind him.
The guys rushed to my side.
“Are you okay?” Zane growled, his jaw tight. The other two glared daggers at Mitch through the glass as he strode back across the auction room.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I muttered, sitting up on the couch.
Foster turned and grinned. “I like your outfit.”
I felt my cheeks burn as I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure you do.” I sighed. “What exactly is going on here?”
Gareth glanced at me, his face dark. “An auction. All these glass doors? There are potential bidders and buyers behind each one. He’s got one of the other girls up for fucking sale today.”
My heart jumped into my throat. “Other girls?”
Foster shook his head. “Yeah, you’re not the only one here, Cassandra. There are two others that I know about. Maybe more.” He swore, his hand closing into a fist. “I swear I’m going to kill that motherfucker the first chance I get.”
“Easy, man,” Zane muttered, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Let it simmer until we can put a plan into motion.”
A bell suddenly chimed, and I spun around to look out through the glass. A door opened out on the main floor, and suddenly, I brought a hand to my mouth as I saw another woman dressed just like me, being led out to the middle of the room.
She was gorgeous — long red hair, blue eyes, and an amazing figure. But there was a look of apprehension on her face as the two men on either side of her led her to the middle of the floor.
I stood.
“What the fuck is happening?”
“Auction,” Gareth said softly into my ear. “It’s... Look, just don’t watch, Cassandra.”
“An auction for?”
“Service,” Zane said coldly. “Mitch sells girls into sex slavery, to very high bidders.”
I felt a chill creep up my spine as I watched the two men kneel and secure the girl’s ankles to the loops on the floor. They stood, reaching up and pulling down the black leather harness I’d seen earlier.
“What’s going on?” I said in a shaky voice, watching the men start to strap her into it. One of them began to pull his shirt off as a dark voice came over a loudspeaker.
“Today we bring you this wonderful creature — Vivian, or whatever you may choose to call her. Demonstration will now begin.”
My blood froze, and I brought a hand to my mouth as the second man began to disrobe as well, and the realization of what was about to happen suddenly sunk in.
“This can’t be happening.”
Foster chuckled, and I whirled on him. “I’m sorry, do you think this is fucking humorous?” I all but screamed. “Do you realize what’s about to happen to that poor girl in there?!”
Foster’s face fell as he stepped forward and scooped me against him. “I’m sorry, it’s just...” He pulled back and smiled. “It’s not what you think.”
“It’s not the sexual assault I think it is?”
He shook his head. “Mitch thinks so, and so do the other scumbags sitting in the other rooms bidding on this like fucking savages, but it’s not.