The Auction

Julia was lying on the conference table. Her face was smeared with thick, white semen, which was slowly running down her cheek and chin. Another gush was stuck to her stomach and was running in thick streaks down to her navel. Between her legs, even more semen was dripping from her overflowing pussy. Feldmann had ejaculated deep inside her, another man had spilled himself over her stomach, and the third had shot his load right into her face, landing in her open mouth.

She was breathing heavily, her legs still slightly spread. Her whole body felt used and dirty.

Feldmann slowly got dressed while looking at her. He put his cell phone in his pocket and said calmly:

“If you keep being as cooperative as you were today, you’ll have my vote on the board. I’m not a fan of drama. But I’m also not a fan of people getting in my way. So let’s all behave reasonably.”

The other two employees just grinned and got dressed as well. Without another word, the three men left the room, leaving Julia alone—naked, covered in semen, and lying on the conference table.

Later that night, she washed the dried semen off her skin in the shower. Afterward, she sat down at her laptop with a towel wrapped around her body. She still had access to the internal systems. Thanks to her “deal” with Feldmann earlier that day, her account hadn’t been locked yet. She took the opportunity to open the planning documents for the big charity event scheduled to take place that weekend.

It was an exclusive auction to benefit a children’s hospital. The highlight of the evening was a special event:

Claudia was to be auctioned off as a “model.” The winners of the 20 spots would get to take photos with a very well-known artist. The artist was known for his unique technique—he created lifelike sculptures and marionettes and often used real people as models. The idea was that the winners would get to do a special photo shoot with Claudia and the artist, which would later be turned into a kind of artistic installation.

20 spots. High bids. A lot of money for the hospital. And above all: a lot of attention for Claudia.

Julia stared at the screen for a while.

Then she smiled coldly.

With just a few clicks, she changed the plans. She disguised the change so well that it wasn’t noticeable at first glance. Instead of Claudia, she would now be the model for the auction. Claudia was quietly removed from the event and listed instead as the evening’s “patron”—a purely honorary position with no real involvement.

Julia leaned back and surveyed her handiwork.

She was going to steal Claudia’s big moment.

The event took place in an elegant ballroom. Many guests from the business and social worlds were in attendance. Claudia moved confidently through the room. She wore an elegant, dark red dress and was clearly in her element. She believed she would be the center of attention later on—as the face of the special auction.

Julia watched her from a distance, already relishing the moment that was to come.

When the evening reached its climax, the host stepped onto the stage. He smiled at the crowd and said:

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, we come to the highlight of the evening. As you know, today we have the opportunity to collaborate with a very special artist. Ten exclusive poses are up for auction. And our model for this special evening is…”

He paused briefly for dramatic effect.

“…Julia Bergmann.”

Claudia froze in the middle of the room. Her smile froze. She turned her head toward the stage, as if she hadn’t quite understood. On stage, Julia was already standing next to the artist—an older, somewhat eccentric-looking man with gray hair and an intense gaze. Next to them stood a large, still-covered object.

A distinct murmur rippled through the hall as it became clear that Julia had volunteered for this event. Many guests had actually expected Claudia to be on stage. The fact that the younger stepdaughter was now to be the model caused quite a stir. Julia heard the comments and the murmurs and was satisfied. The reaction was exactly as she had hoped.

The artist stepped back up to the microphone and raised his hand to quiet the crowd.

“Before we begin the auction, I’d like to explain something important,” he said in a calm, almost artistic voice. “As you know, I work with live models to later create sculptures and, above all, functional marionettes. The higher the total amount of donations collected, the more poses and mechanisms the resulting marionette can assume. Every additional donation means greater freedom of movement, more complex joints, and a wider range of possible positions. In other words: The more money we raise, the more lifelike and versatile the final marionette will be.”

Another murmur rippled through the room. Julia stood next to the artist and was taken aback for a brief moment. She had thought this was just an artistic photo shoot. She hadn’t anticipated that the number of poses and the complexity of the marionette would depend on the amount of donations raised. But she didn’t let on. The bids began to rise immediately.

While the auction was underway, Julia watched Claudia out of the corner of her eye. Her stepmother was moving through the crowd, talking to various guests, and obviously trying to keep the situation under control. She was smiling, but Julia could see the tension in her shoulders.

At the end of the auction, an impressive result was announced: A consortium of bidders had offered 300,000 euros—for the maximum number of poses and the most complex mechanisms. That was more than had originally been expected.

Claudia seized the moment. She walked onto the stage, took the microphone from the auctioneer, and turned to Julia. Her voice was calm but clearly audible throughout the hall:

“Julia… are you really sure you want to do this? This isn’t a normal photo shoot anymore. If you’d like, I’d be happy to take your place. You don’t have to go through with this.”

The hall fell silent. All eyes were on Julia.

Julia looked Claudia straight in the eye. She smiled slightly, but her eyes remained cold.

“No,” she replied clearly and firmly. “I want to do this. I volunteered. And I’m sticking to it.”

Claudia held her gaze for another moment, then nodded slowly and handed the microphone back. She left the stage without saying another word.

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Shortly afterward, Julia was escorted by two event staff members to a separate room—the dressing room backstage. The artist was already waiting there with two of his assistants.

Hanging on a clothes rack was the outfit Julia was supposed to wear for the performance.

It was a form-fitting, black, cyberpunk-style ensemble. It consisted of several narrow leather and plastic straps that ran strategically across her body, leaving a lot of skin exposed. Metal rings, hooks, and thin rope guides were attached at various points. Small but sturdy fasteners and mounts were positioned at the joints and on the torso. It looked like a mix of a high-tech corset and an elaborate bondage harness—both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

The artist stepped up to her and explained calmly:

“This outfit serves as the basic framework for the marionette that will follow. The straps and hooks will later be connected to the mechanisms. It’s tight, but flexible. You’ll have to wear it for several hours.”

Julia looked at the outfit for a moment. It was clearly more elaborate and provocative than she had expected. Without another word, she began to undress.

The assistants helped her slip into the tight harness. The straps tightened across her breasts, around her waist, and over her hips. Thin ropes and chains ran between her legs and across her back. Sturdy metal rings were attached to her wrists, ankles, and neck. Once she was fully dressed, Julia stood in front of a large mirror. She looked at herself in the cyberpunk-style harness—the straps stretched across her body, the metal hooks and rings glinting in the light. She looked like a cross between a model and a living sculpture.

The artist nodded with satisfaction.

“Perfect. Then let’s begin.”