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   The Auction.

   By Gill Byrd.

   Part 1.



   "But why an auction?  It's just making me into a prostitute!" Jill had
her angry and hurt look; one, which Mark knew, meant she was about to dig
her heels in.

   "No, it won't!" Mark had to tread carefully now if he was going to get
his beautiful wife to go along with the plan.  "What it is, er, is instead
of the old seedy thing of throwing the men's car keys onto a table and then
letting the women pick up a key at random, the men bid for the woman of
their choice.  This way, the men get a chance to have a choice of who they
take, the husbands might make a bit of money if their wife is a good
looker. And the women get a chance to be paraded in front of an audience,"
he finished lamely.

   Jill still didn't seem convinced.  " Oh yes, and what about any
unfortunate women who don't get bought; they are going to be mortified. 
And the husband who might be left with his own wife!" she put a hand to her
mouth, stifling an involuntary smile.

   "That won't happen.  Only good-looking women are invited to compete, and
of course all the men will want a woman for the night.  That's why they're
going, after all," explained Mark.  He knew that his wife's objections were
mainly just a show of reluctance; she was as keen on this as he was.  They
had agreed in principle to go to a swinger's party, ages ago but were only
now getting the details sorted out.

   "So I go on show in front of a load of randy old goats and then get
taken off by the one with the most money?" Mark shrugged, "I suppose that's
about it, but I promise that none of the men are going to be too ugly for
you to stomach." Jill seemed to be giving it some thought.  "Okay, lets do
it, if that's what you want." Mark relaxed, letting his breath out slowly,
not wanting his wife to see his relief.

   Later, over drinks, they began to discuss the details.  Mark explained
that the auction would take place at a local motel, in the evening.  The
place had a small cabaret room with a low stage on which the women would be
displayed.  It would be like a sort of Miss World contest, in that they
would each be brought on singly, then as a group and then singly again for
the bidding.

   "Will we all be naked all the time?" Jill asked.

   "Well, all the details haven't been finalised yet but you'll probably
keep your clothes on, at least until the bidding starts", bluffed Mark, who
in truth didn't know for sure.

   "If you think I'm going to parade in the nude for a gang of men then you
must be very optimistic!" she snapped.



   ****************************

   Mark had met the man a few weeks earlier when he had visited a
lap-dancing club with some colleagues from work.  The man hadn't been a
member of their party but he began chatting to Mark, casually, about the
girls' relative attributes and performing skills.  They had gotten on well.
The mans' name was Harry and he was a lot older than Mark, about 50 or so,
Mark guessed.  It seemed that Harry was a man of some means, owning
property and a motel in a nearby town.

   Harry observed that the lap-dancers, although very attractive were
really just a fantasy; no real contact was possible, and even if a girl
could be bought then it would be simply a commercial transaction on her
part.  Sex with a price tag was a poor substitute for a varied diet of real
women.  "Yes," said Mark, "That's all very well, but how can any man,
except the most handsome or famous, ever manage to get his hands on so many
women?  When you have a job to hold down, and a wife to keep happy, then
even finding the time to look for willing women was difficult." Harry
laughed, you had to get organised, he said; you had to find a group of
like-minded men who would lend their own women in expectation of receiving
similar favours.  That way, with an ever-widening circle of such
acquaintances then there would be a continuous supply of women for his use.
Mark tried to follow the strangers' meaning through an alcoholic haze. 
"You mean wife-swapping!" he almost shouted.  "Oh, that's no use.  You'd
need to get her involved, and that's too complicated.  Simple, anonymous
sex is what we want; no names, no personal details exchanged, that's the
best."

   Harry shook his head sadly, " I thought you were listening, lad.  But
you've not heard a word.  I'm telling you that there's a way to get all the
cunt you want and you go off dreaming again.  Look, if you want to receive
then you have to give a little.  And you'll get plenty if you can persuade
your wife to play ball; most women will, you know.  They love to be the
subject of a strangers' lust.  And, remember; an excited, nervous woman who
may or may not be willing, is infinitely more interesting than any paid
slack-eyed whore" Suddenly Harry stood up and moved as if to leave.  He
reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a business card.  "Give me a
ring, and we'll talk again," he said, "goodbye." And with that he walked
directly out of the club.

   After the man left, Mark watched some more dancing but now he saw how
dis-interested the girls were.  Their expressions were fixed in smiles but
their tired eyes revealed the lies.  Feeling strangely dissatisfied he had
gone home, leaving the other men to it.

   ************************

   "So how do I have to dress?" she asked.  "I suppose something kinky,
sussies, or rubber gear or something?"

   "No, Harry says to wear whatever we like, whatever we think is sexy."

   *************************

   Mark had called Harry shortly after their first meeting in the club. 
They had had regular meetings in the evenings after work since then.  Harry
had invited Mark to join the "little swingers gang" that he had been
organising for a couple of years now.

   "But you'll have to bring your own little woman; no free rides.  So get
on with talking her into it.  And of course, I'll need to see a couple of
photos of her; Jill isn't it?  No offence meant, but the high quality of
the group has to be maintained."

   Mark had taken his time with Jill, broaching the subject of swinging in
roundabout ways.  They had even acted out fantasies in the bedroom of Jill
being taken by a stranger; sometimes she was "raped", others consenting to
be shared with another man.

   Eventually it had been Jill who had suggested they try swinging.  Mark
had felt a bit hurt, even though it was his idea.  He told Jill that he
didn't think they should get into a regular thing with some other couple.
That seemed sort of sordid.  No, lets see if we can find a "scene" which
will be so different that we will only need to join it occasionally; giving
us something to look forward to.  That is, if we decide to do it more than
once.



   *************************************



   It was another evening met in a pub.  Harry bought the beers.  "So. 
Have you decided to join us or what?" he asked.

   "Yes.  But there's just one or two things I need to get straight,"
muttered mark.  "You see, what about Jill?  I mean, will she find herself
with some ugly old git whose going to turn her right off?  If that happens
she wont give us another opportunity to swap again!" Harry smiled, "Don't
worry, lad.  She'll be all right.  The men are all reasonably good-looking,
if not all Hugh Grants!" He chuckled at his little joke.

   "So.  Have you made a decision?  If you've brought a couple of photos, I
will be able to tell you if you can join us."

   Mark brought out the half dozen pictures of Jill he had taken over the
past couple of years.  Jill in a bikini on holiday.  Jill at a party
wearing a posh frock.  Jill gardening in jeans.  Harry looked them over
with approval.  "Very nice, lad." He smiled, "she'll do nicely"

   The two men then talked about the details; time and place, Jill's'
clothes, protocol.

   "Protocol?" asked Mark.

   "Oh yes, lad.  There's things to remember to do, and not do." He told
Mark how he must not interfere in the proceedings once they had begun. 
They were both expected to abide by the rules of the club and they must not
dispute with the bidders.

   "Even if you don't like the winner or the choice of women you are left
with you must say nothing.  And." Here his voice became more urgent with a
firm authority Mark hadn't noticed before.  "And you must not try to
prevent your wife being led away by her buyer.  You'd be surprised how many
men suddenly lose their nerve when they see her go with another man. 
Neither of you will be allowed to change your minds".

   ***************************

   "So.  It's all arranged, is it?" Jill asked, a bit sniffilly.

   "Only if you are in agreement," answered Mark.

   "I don't have to stand naked, do I?"

   "No, just wearing whatever you feel happy in," said Mark, who in truth
was hoping she would allow herself to be displayed completely nude.  He had
had to explain to Harry that she would not participate unless that was
clearly understood.  Harry had accepted her condition reluctantly.  He had
been hoping the couple would be a little more submissive but he didn't want
to risk losing their involvement.  Harry had followed Jill secretly a
couple of times as she had come into town to work or shop and had decided
that she was a very good-looking woman.  She would do very nicely.

   ************************************



   They decided that Jill would wear simple, rather conservative clothes.
They went out shopping for a blue pleated skirt, tiny white panties, a
white blouse, and high heeled pumps with ankle straps; she would go
bra-less.

   The auction was planned for the following Tuesday evening.  Their
nervousness grew with every passing hour.

   *********************************



   During the late afternoon of Tuesday, Harry phoned to check that they
were still on.  Mark assured him that they would be there.

   Jill took a long slow bath and washed her blonde hair.  Mark watched her
dry herself and then put on a little make-up, his heart beginning to beat
more quickly.  When she was dressed and ready she looked so beautiful he
almost changed his mind and wanted to have sex with her there and then and
to hell with the auction.

   "No Mark, you know Harry's rule; we can't have sex during the day
before!" Mark knew the rule but felt hurt that his wife was so keen to
abide by it.

   Mark drove to the motel, a journey of about an hour.  The tension in the
car was almost measurable.  They hardly spoke.  When they arrived, a sign
read, "no vacancies".  A dozen or so cars were already parked.  The place
looked respectable, it was fairly new and was well maintained.  They parked
outside cabin 32 and went inside.  There was no need to book in; Harry had
sent the key through the post.  Still unspeaking, Jill tidied her make-up
and they had a drink from a free mini-bar in the corner of the room.

   After they had waited nervously for twenty minutes, the phone rang,
making them both jump.  It was Harry.  They were to come to the office. 
"Remember, Mark; you must not come in, you will go directly to the cabaret
room!"

   They walked together to the office.  At the door they kissed and Jill
went inside.  Mark stood for a moment and then, with a sense of loss,
walked to the large building at the end of the car park.

   A smirking doorman/bouncer let him in.  His eyes slowly became
accustomed to the gloom and he saw Harry approaching.  "Mark, good to see
you!" he boomed, shaking hands.  He led Mark through a smoky, rather tatty
cabaret room to a polished glass topped bar.

   "Have a drink." As Mark sipped at a single malt he looked around the
room.  He mentioned to Harry that there seemed to be a large number of men
present, perhaps fifteen or twenty of them.

   "I didn't expect so many unaccompanied men", said Mark, feeling
increasingly uneasy.

   "The more the merrier, eh?" Harry grinned and slapped him on the
shoulder.

   At that moment spotlights illuminated the small raised stage and a
female stripper came on.  She was very pretty but the audience didn't seem
to be very interested, Mark had the feeling they were paying him more
attention.  Whenever he looked away from Harry he felt surreptitious eyes
turning away from him.

   At that moment the phone on the bar rang and Harry answered it.  As he
spoke he looked directly at Marks face.  "Yeh it's me.  All ready?  Is she
being good?  Oh dear did she?  Did you?  Good, good.  Right then, let's get
her on." He put the phone down and spoke to Mark, "Now then lad", said
Harry, in his "down to business" tone.  "It's just about time for the
proceedings to begin.  We'll go and sit down in a moment.  Just let me tell
you about a slight change in the programme.  We often insert a theme to
make things more interesting, and tonight the theme is bondage.  I'm glad
to say Jill seems to be very enthusiastic!  "

   "Jill?" exclaimed Mark.  "What do you mean?" "She's a very talented
girl, lad.  Now go and sit down with my two friends here while I get things
started." As Harry turned away, Mark tried to follow but was blocked by two
muscular men who guided him to a table and then sat down on each side of
him.

   On the stage, the stripper cut short her gyrations as Harry approached
with a microphone in his hand.

   *****************************

   When Jill entered the reception office she was met by a shy looking
young man in his early twenties.  "Hello, you must be Jill", he said.  Jill
just nodded, she felt even more nervous with this young man who must have
known why she was here.  The young man came from behind the desk, " I just
have to check you out; sort of see that you are suitably dressed, okay?"

   "What!" she exclaimed, because he was already lifting her skirt.  "Get
off me, you little shit!" Without a pause the man slapped her hard across
the face, stunning her; no one had ever hit her in her whole life!  As her
head reeled he pushed her face down across the desk and pulled her arms
behind her.  He tied her thumbs together, using a noose of thin cord, which
must have been prepared earlier because it took only a moment to render her
helpless.  Keeping her face pressed onto the melamine surface with one hand
he used the other to pull her skirt up over her bottom.  She felt her
panties being tugged down to her knees, and then, after being aware of him
fumbling around for something, felt the most awful burning pain across the
cheeks of her bottom.  He pulled her upright again and she saw he was
holding a very thin cane, the sort that school teachers once used to punish
naughty children.  The pain it had caused to her was incredible!  "Now
then, just stand there for a moment," he ordered.  As she stood, he
crouched down and pulled her panties down to her ankles.  "Step out of
them!" he stammered.  Jill obeyed; she didn't want another taste of that
cane.

   "You certainly are a stupid sort of a cunt," he explained, "You've just
changed the nature of the game.  You only had to do as you were told but
you failed the test.  And now, well like I said, it's a new game."

   He picked up the phone and dialled, "It's Simon.  She's all ready.  No,
she point-blank refused, so I've given her a stroke of Mister Cane and
she's feeling a lot better.  Okay, on our way." Putting down the phone he
reached into a desk drawer and brought out an object.  Forcing her jaws
open by squeezing both sides of her jawbone inwards, he pushed it into her
mouth.  It was a plastic ball-gag, hollow and with holes all around its
wall.  He strapped it in place by a leather strap, which buckled at the
back of her head.  Jill could breathe okay, but the helpless feeling of
being a non-person it engendered was indescribable.

   "Okay cunt, follow me!" he ordered, and without checking to see if she
was obeying him he walked to a door at the rear of the room.  Jill followed
him like the muzzled bitch puppy she had become.

   *****************************************

   "Testing, testing!" yelled Harry into the microphone, tapping it with
his finger to make sure it was working.  "Friends, welcome to my place.  I
hope you've all enjoyed the show so far," murmurs of concurrence answered
him, "good, good.  Well, to finish off the evening we have a guest
performer.  She's a lovely little lady by the name of Jill." Mark stirred
at hearing his wife's name, as if to protest, but one of his unknown
companions touched his arm and gave a slow shake of his head, and he kept
quiet.

   "Now then," continued Harry, "Jill was originally a volunteer for
tonight but sadly, or not, as how you see it, she declined to play the game
during the initial part of the procedure and is now the principal performer
in our bondage theme show.  We may thank her husband, Mark for her presence
here tonight.  Gentlemen, I give you Jill."

   *****************************



   She followed the man through the door and down a short corridor, passing
a large kitchen where cooks were preparing hot spicy food.  One Asian
looking man watched as she passed the open door.  When he reached the end
door the man opened it and gestured for her to go through first.  It was
darker and Jill could hear an amplified voice booming out.  She was shocked
to hear her name announced and a hand pushed her forward through a curtain
and she was on a small stage, under hot bright spotlights!  She had to
squint through her eyelids to see.  A large man in a suit was grinning at
her and applause from an unseen audience was greeting her appearance.

   Simon prodded her forward with the tip of his cane until she was
standing in the centre of the raised platform.  He came and stood beside
her and used the cane to raise her skirt a couple of inches to reveal her
pubic mound.  He made her turn around and did the same again, to show her
naked bottom and then walked off the stage.

   Jill waited with trepidation and fear wondering what was to happen to
her.

   ***********************************



   Mark watched with a mixture of apprehension and excited anticipation as
his lovely wife stood waiting with fear across her face.  Around him the
men sniggered and made obscene comments about her.

   When the sounds suddenly sank to a murmur both he and his wife looked
around to see the reason.  A huge man, fat and naked was approaching her
from behind.  Mark gasped and almost called out to her.  The man's cock was
circumcised and partly erect.  Jill suddenly became aware of a presence
behind her and tried to turn to see him properly but the man grabbed a
handful of her hair and pulled her head back sharply.  She was pulled back
against his chest and his other arm came around her and he tore her blouse
open, revealing her firm, pointy breasts.  Immediately, his hand dropped to
the waistband of her skirt and tugged at it until the fastener broke and
the skirt was allowed to slide down her legs to the floor.  He dragged her
away from the remains of her clothes.  Now he removed the gag.  Jill had a
thousand things she wanted to scream at these awful people, she wanted to
tell them how humiliated she felt, and that they had no right to use her as
a fuck-piece.  But now she could speak she kept quiet, afraid of their
anger.

   The man grabbed the woman's bush of pubic hair and dragged her off the
stage, parading her between the tables so the audience could get a close-up
look at her.  She cried with pain as he led her along, her hips thrust out
before her.  As she passed Mark's table she saw him and glared at him.  She
tried to speak but the words wouldn't come.  One of Mark's guards squeezed
the cheek of her bottom and then smirked at him as if to say, "what are you
going to do about it?" Mark wanted to sink down in his seat, to become
invisible.

   ********************************

   The fat man took her back to the small stage where he sat her on a
table, facing forward.  She looked sad and pathetic as she waited while he
made some sort of preparations.  The man was pulling down an apparatus,
which lowered from the ceiling and consisted of two ropes with leather
straps on the ends.  When the straps were close enough, the man took her
ankles and pulled her legs up so she fell onto her back.  While he buckled
a strap to each ankle, his flabby body kept brushing against her as he
moved about, revolting her.  Occasionally his ugly cock came close to her
face and she knew that soon she was going to have to suck it, the thought
alone made her retch.

   And then, her ankles were being pulled upwards, her legs straightening
above her.  When her bottom began to lift, the man helped her up by
supporting, firmly but surprisingly gently, her neck and shoulders in his
big hands.  She began to panic; she was being hoisted upside down into the
air!  She began to struggle, wriggling violently to try to get free. 
"Behave, cunt!" snapped the man, but he didn't hit her because a moment
later she was swinging by her ankles.

   *****************************

   This was all going horribly wrong, thought Mark as he saw his wife
swing; this wasn't what he had had in mind!

   ****************************

   The man climbed up onto the table and Jill's position and height was
adjusted until her head was level with his hips.  Jill's struggles subsided
as she dangled facing the man's fat cock, which was becoming harder.  She
could see a bead of cum seeping from its' evil-looking slit.  The man gave
her bottom a hard slap to swing her body around a few degrees.  He came
close to her and put one arm around her waist and lifted her a few inches.
This allowed her knees to bend a little and she felt him touch her vagina
with his free hand.  She gasped as he parted her lips and then pressed his
mouth to them, pushing his tongue deep into her.

   ***************************

   In the audience Mark heard her moan as the man sucked and lapped at his
wife's pussy.

   **************************



   Jill felt herself moisten with juice as the man gave her the cunt-lick
of her life!  She pushed herself up against his mouth, squirmed her groin
around to obtain even more pleasure; her knees were now completely bent,
resting on his shoulders, her thighs pressing against his ears!  She almost
felt sorry when, a moment later, he took his mouth away.  From her awkward
position she could see he had turned partly away from her.  She was aware
that the audience had become quiet again, waiting.

   *****************************

   Marks emotions were on a roller-coaster!  He was excited by the sight of
his wife in such intimate contact with the stranger, but was dismayed and
shocked by her obvious enjoyment of the mans handling of her.  What was he
doing now?

   The naked man was reaching behind his back to where an Asian man in
kitchen workers uniform was passing an object to him.

   ***************************



   From her inverted position, Jill saw the man take something in his hand.
She heard the audience sniggering, someone shouted but she didn't catch the
words.  Then the man waved something in front of her face.  It was a wooden
pepper grinder, the sort that waiters twist over your dinner; it was as
thick as a mans wrist and about two feet long.  For a moment she was
puzzled; what was he doing with that?  Then, as realisation hit her, the
audience guffawed as the look of horror spread over her lovely face.

   "Oh no!" She cried, please don't do that to me!" Jill had never had
children and knew that her vagina was not as large and accommodating as
some women's were.

   The man still held her around the waist; with his free hand he pressed
the rounded, bulbous top of the grinder into the juices around her pussy.

   "Oh, oh, aargh!" she gasped, as the grinder was forced between the lips
of her cunt, it was too thick, much wider than a mans penis!  The man
twisted it in the creamy fluid and her lips parted obediently, allowing the
wide object into the opening.  She tried to pull away from it but the man
held her waist firmly and the awful intruder squeezed four inches into her
body.

   **************************

   Unseen by the hanging woman, two men came with a spreader bar, which was
fitted between the two ropes about six feet up from her ankles.  Now Jill
was gently lowered until her weight was again taken by her ankles, but now
her legs were kept wide apart by the spreader.  The pain in her crotch was
awful and she tried to relieve it by arching her back and pushing out with
her cunt muscles.

   ***************************

   Mark was surprised at how beautiful his wife looked; hanging with her
back curved, her hair hanging down and her shapely legs making a vee in the
air.  Her muscles all stood out through her skin, which glistened with
sweat.  Her beautiful breasts pointed outwards, bobbing gently.  The pepper
grinder looked shocking, protruding from her crotch.  The grinning man,
turned back to Jill.

   *****************************



   Jill groaned as the man took hold of the grinder and began to twist and
push it deeper into her.  She tried to relax her vaginal walls and let it
come into her more easily; soon only a few inches were left sticking out.

   The man stood to one side and swung her on her ropes, letting the
spectators see her properly.  She was getting used to the awful fullness,
just getting her breath back, when he took hold of her clit.  Her stubby
clit had been trapped between the grinder and her vaginal wall and the tip
was just showing.  He gripped it with his finger and thumb and pulled it
out.  "Owwwhhh!" He stretched it out.  Jill began to turn as he rolled her
clit in his fingers, first to the right and then the left.  He kept acting
on the stretched clit and she kept turning with it, a half turn each way.
The mans cock was sticking out at her, very hard now and curving wickedly.
As the man rolled her clit she continued to turn on her ropes and the
leaking tip of the cock pressed against her face leaving a trail of slimy
precum on her skin.

   The man was causing the rolling to increase in speed and Jill was
becoming dizzy.  If only he would stop making her turn!  But he didn't; it
kept on, making her feel worse.  She had to stop herself turning!  The next
time the slimy fat cock slid across her face, Jill opened her mouth and
sucked in the horrid purple thing.  With her teeth she managed to grip it
firmly behind its bulbous head.  The twisting stopped.  Jill held on to the
growing penis as hard as she could, sucking when her teeth could not keep
up their grip.

   The man began to suck on her clit, driving her mad.  Again she began to
squirm, pushing her cunt at him.  She sucked greedily on the cock in her
mouth, mumbling sounds of pleasure.

   Jill no longer heard the audiences' cheers and insults.  She was aware
just of her need to cum.  The man sucked and nibbled at her clit,
occasionally twisting the pepper pot gently in and out of her stretched
hole.

   Sweat was pouring down her body, stinging her eyes.  The wet bristly
hairs of the mans balls hanging in front, scratched her eyes, making things
worse.

   The situation was so strange, so totally different to anything she had
ever experienced that her emotions were becoming totally mixed together. 
The intruder in her cunt, the sucking on her clit, the cock in her mouth
all combined with the knowledge that to her captors she was just a stupid
arsehole of a bitch; all these worked on her psyche turning her into a mass
of perverted desire!  A hot rush began to pass through her from her feet,
rushing down to her head.  She arched her back, thrusting her cunt at him
as far as she could, while at the same time sucking even harder at the evil
tasting cock.  Jill's body shook all over as her orgasm hit her like a
train!  She couldn't breath but she didn't care; she just wanted to keep
the beautiful, choking penis in her mouth.  Suddenly the man shoved harder
than ever before, she felt something in her throat open, the cock head
throbbed and hot jizz gushed down her gullet.  She couldn't swallow; her
epiglottis was held firmly open by the fat knob, but she didn't need to;
the hot cum gushed straight down into her belly.

   ***********************************

   Mark watched in horrified fascination as his wife, cheered and jeered on
by the audience, turned red in the face, almost asphyxiated by the cock
down her throat and began to shake convulsively.  Someone nearby said that
it had been a while since he had watched a bitch get choked to death by
dick.  They wouldn't kill her, would they?

   **********************************



   Jill also thought she was going to die, waves of blackness washed over
her.  Her head pounded.  And then the choking cock was pulled free.  Jill
drew in a lungful of air and then was hit by a fit of retching; scummy
vomit came gushing up out of her mouth, squirting out of her nostrils.  The
naked woman writhed and twisted in the air, gasping and spluttering until
she was able to breathe again.  The audience cheered and applauded.

   When the man stood away from her she heard someone shout, "look at the
teeth marks that bitch put in his cock!" It was true: the bloated prick
looked like a dog had chewed it.

   She was now left alone as the man went away, probably to bandage his
dick, thought Jill.

   **************************



   There was now a lull, and the houselights were turned on.  Jill was left
hanging, ignored, while people went to the bar for drinks.  Mark considered
going to her but thought he'd better not.

   She wanted to be released and began to plead, "Please let me down! 
Please, I'm in pain, help me!" She still had the pepper pot embedded in her
cunt.  She tried to eject it with her vaginal muscles but it was too well
fixed.  Some passers-by sniggered; one slapped her bottom hard, sending her
swinging again.  Another man gave the pepper pot a shove, making her moan.
"Cock-sucking whore," he snarled.

   ****************************

   Jill dangled in her misery for fifteen minutes, until most of the
spectators had returned to their seats.  She was alarmed to see the master
of ceremonies return to the small stage.

   "Friends, " he called into the microphone.  "You have seen our young
lady in action, she really took a beating there, didn't she?  But she's a
good sport, not many of our guests could stand that sort of treatment. 
Well, now that you've seen her in action, it's time to offer some of you
the opportunity to finish off her performance." With that, he grasped the
visible portion of the pepper pot and with some difficulty he pulled and
twisted it free.  It emerged with an audible squelch.

   Holding it out to the side, as if it was repulsing him, he called, "
Simon, the appliance."

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   From somewhere to the side, the young man who had caned her came into
view with a whip, a cat-o-nine tails!  Harry gave him the pepper pot and
took from him the multi-flailed leather whip.

   "Gentlemen, let us now start the bidding for the honour of giving this
bitch a bloody good thrashing".



   End of part one.





   The Auction.



   Part 2.

   She knew she could take no more.  She would die here, hanging by her
ankles with a room full of men watching, lusting for her death.  She closed
her eyes and waited for the whipping to come.  After a minute or two during
which she was left alone, hands took firm hold of her shoulders and
supported her as she felt herself being lowered.

   Her thumbs were released from the loops and her ankles from their straps
and she was allowed to sprawl across a table.  Perhaps it was the change of
position, but she became dizzy and suddenly vomited down the side of the
table.  The naked woman lay on her back with her legs spread wide, uncaring
now of how many eyes were ogling her sore vagina.  The audience, however
were more interested in buying drinks at the bar, and she was largely
ignored.

   She was not to be allowed peace for long.  Harry came by carrying a beer
in one hand.  "What's this mess doing still here?" he called theatrically,
pointing to the vomit, which had run down the table leg and onto the floor.
"Simon, bring the ladies' panties and blouse, will you?"

   A moment later Jill was being jabbed in the ribs.

   "Get up you lazy cunt!" It was Simon.  He almost dragged her to her
feet. "Get that mess cleaned up!" he snarled, pushing her panties into her
hand.  Painfully she began to mop up with the flimsy garment.  When that
was soon sodden, Simon gave her the blouse to use as well.

   While she was cleaning up puke with her own clothes, Harry had begun
addressing the audience, "Gentlemen, if you are all ready we will begin the
bidding to be the wielder of the cat!  Now, you have all seen her in
action, a very dirty girl indeed.  The winner will be allowed to administer
ten strokes of the leather cat.  Now who will start at say, £20?"

   The bidding began and soon had reached £100.  Mark, still in his seat
wondered if he should bid in order to prevent his wife being beaten, but
didn't think Harry would allow him to.  In any case, maybe Jill deserved
it; surely she hadn't needed to suck that mans dick so forcefully?  No,
better just sit it out.

   Jill's mind was in a sort of fog as she cleaned.  She knew there was
some sort of auction going on but she didn't know what it was for.  She
didn't know why she was kneeling on the floor naked, cleaning up mess;
perhaps she was at work, tidying up?  She couldn't remember anything
properly, she would ask Mark when she got home; he would know.

   Harry came to her and pulled her to her feet.  "Come on cunt, it's
time."

   "I've nearly finished mopping up, Harry.  Won't be a minute."

   "What?" said Harry, puzzled by her matter of fact tone.

   "I said I'm nearly finished.  Do you need something else mopping up?"
she looked at him with an innocent expression.

   "No, you silly cow, you've finished with that!  It's time for your
whipping, do you understand that?" Harry was getting a bit perplexed by her
attitude.  Did she really not know what was going on?

   "Sorry, Harry.  I just seem to be a bit muzzy at the moment.  Where do
you want me?" It was obvious that Jill had been traumatised by her recent
treatment.  Harry had seen it happen before with a woman's first time on
the stage.  The problem was that men didn't really want to watch a totally
submissive woman being abused; they preferred her to resist at least a bit.
And they were waiting to watch her be flogged.  Oh well, we'd better get on
with it.

   ****************************



   The fat man who had stuck the pepper pot up her had returned, completely
naked.  He gestured to Jill to approach him.  She obeyed without
hesitation, wobbling slightly on her high heels towards him.

   The winner of the auction came through the tables accompanied by a cheer
from the audience.  Jill looked his way with curiosity and gave him a
smile. From his seat Mark watched, wondering what she was playing at.

   The fat man turned his back to the audience and positioned himself with
his fat belly resting against the table on which Jill had lain.  Harry
guided the woman so that she pressed her front against his back.  Then her
arms were placed around his neck.  It looked so intimate that Mark found
himself getting angry again.

   The man gripped her wrists and pulled her up his back until her feet
left the ground.  He leaned slightly forward so that the table gave him
some support.

   Harry announced down his microphone, " Okay, she's all yours.  Here's
the cat, so lay on!"

   The winner, a sweaty office type in a grey suit took the leather handle
and hefted it experimentally.  Positioning himself just over an arms length
from the woman's back, with his feet well spaced, he drew the cat back
behind him.  The crowd were silent, waiting.  The whip made a whoosh as he
swung it across her back, just below the shoulder blades.

   Jill's reaction was electrifying.  She screamed like a banshee!  The
almost catatonic body jerked so violently that the man holding her
struggled to keep his grip on her wrists.  The whip was applied again
immediately with hardly a pause.  The screaming rose even higher and she
convulsed again.

   ***************************

   To Jill it was as if she had suddenly been roused from a deep sleep! 
The skin of her back was burning and, owwwhh!  What was happening?  Her
arms and wrists were being pulled apart!  She suddenly saw that she was
being held against the fat mans back!  Ugh!  His shoulders and back were
all covered in short black hair, and he stank of sweat!  Agghhh!  The lash
again.  Oh, she was being whipped!  Why did these awful people have to hurt
her like this?  Did they want to kill her?  She had to take some of the
weight off her arms.

   *****************************

   From his seat Mark watched fearfully.  How far were they going with
this? His wife couldn't take much more of this.  Her body was being abused
beyond all his expectations.  He hadn't wanted this.  Just to watch her get
fucked while he fucked someone else, that was what he thought it would be.

   Under the spotlights Jill lifted both her thighs and wrapped her legs
around the fat mans hips.

   ********************************

   Jill was now able to take some of the weight off her arms.  She gripped
him like she was riding a horse.  She didn't care about the jeers of the
audience who took great delight at the sight of her wrapping herself around
him as if she couldn't get close enough.

   ********************************

   Unbelievably, she had taken eight strokes of the cat.  The whipsman
wanted to apply the last two to her front.  She was lowered to her feet and
turned around.  The fat man held her wrists behind her and the cat streaked
out across her belly.  She didn't scream, just made a loud gasp, as if she
had been drenched in icy water.  Another, last loud whoosh and the leather
strips slapped over her ribs, leaving a red line across the lower curve of
her breasts.  The whipping was over.  The exhausted woman was again allowed
to sprawl across the table.

   Harry made another appearance to announce that the auction and whipping
were now at an end.  The evening would continue, with more exotic dancers
and a dirty comedian.  The winner of the auction would now be permitted if
he wished to take Jill to one of the bedrooms and use her for the rest of
the night.

   Jill was led away by the winner, along with two of his friends.  Harry
came over to Mark.

   " A good show, son.  Come to my office, we need a little chat." Mark got
up and followed him through the cabaret roomful of smirking men who nudged
each other as he passed.

   In the small office Harry told him to sit.  He poured them both a drink.

   "You didn't need to do those things to my wife.  She was ready to give
you a public show.  You didn't have to hurt her!" Mark blurted out
bitterly. "My marriage is ruined now!" he wailed.

   "No, it's not ruined at all," answered Harry.  "From now on, you will
call all the shots.  That bitch will never speak back to you again.  You
call the shots.  And, you are now a member of a very special club.  Don't
worry about those grinning fools out there; they're all here because they
put their wives and girlfriends through similar ordeals.  You will be
grinning at some other guy soon, as his bitch gets the treatment."

   Mark began to cheer up.  "So I'm in, yes?"

   "Of course you're in!  Did you think I was going to renege on my word? I
know it's been a bit rough for you and Jill.  But this way she knows the
score, and she will always be very amenable, believe me she wont ever dare
refuse any request.  We will require to use her now and again in the
future, but you can come to our shows as often as you like.  Now, off you
go and enjoy the rest of the evening.  You can keep the room for the night
if you want and take her home tomorrow.  Or we'll send her back when the
lads have finished."

   Mark swallowed his drink and, taking the shiny membership card proffered
by Harry, he returned to the cabaret room.

   On the stage, a beautiful black girl was taking off her clothes.  But
most of the men were watching a large closed circuit TV screen on which
Jill was appearing.  Three men were simultaneously using her mouth, cunt
and anus.

   Jill was wondering when she would be allowed to finish her mopping.
   The End.