Auction

It was dark. Clara could't see at all, the blackness had closed in around her, shrouding her body in cloak. That, of course, was the only cloak that she had been allowed to wear. She was naked as the day she had been born, her body pressed up against a wooden frame, with straps that ran across her arms and legs, binding her in place. The straps were leather, and cut slightly into her skin, making it so she felt them constantly on the edge of her awareness. She was breathing heavily, and it felt cold, but only on the surface. Under her skin, Clara's body was radiating heat, her stomach was churning, and she laid her head back against the wooden frame for a moment, trying to gather her wits.

How long had she been here? An hour or so, perhaps? After she had agreed to the rules of the newest game, Alex and Lilly had let her choose the video she wanted to be reenacted with herself as the star. The thought made her flush a little, to think that she would one day have to make such a choice! Which porn to star in! Which video to be made of her own degradation and humiliation! Well, it sounded a lot worse than it actually was, since she was into that sort of thing, but she still felt very nervous. The leather straps and the wooden frame - which was actually just an old table that Alex had had rebuilt for this - certainly made it feel more like real life than a game.

How many times had she envisioned something like this? How many times had she imagined what it would be like, to be tied down like this to a table, straps holding her in place, **** to display her naked body for anyone who came by? She wriggled, trying to get free, but the straps were tight and cruel, holding her exactly where she was. The table was was a square, and the straps for her arms had been placed near the corners, so that her arms were spread out. There were two sets of straps, one for the wrist, and one for the arm itself. She pulled a little, but there was no give at all. The second set of straps were for her legs, binding her about the thighs and the ankles, These were positioned not quite so far apart, which was good, because it would have been hideously uncomfortable otherwise. But she was under no illusion that she would be able to hide any part of herself if someone cam in. Her full body was on display, even her collar had been removed. She grunted a little, still toying with the restraints, wondering if she would be punished if she managed to work them loose.

She'd been here for the better part of an hour now. Alex and Lilly had locked her up, and then turned off the lights. Distantly, she could hear them talking and moving, but she had no idea when they would be coming back. That was part of it too. They didn't want to just start, they wanted to play into the spirit of the video she had chosen. The anticipation...

And it was working. The feel of the wood against her back and spine, the bite of the leather straps against her skin, and then cold air upon her naked body all combined with her rising arousal. It made her break out into a cold sweat, beads of liquid dotting her womanhood, shivers racing through her body, and she wondered when it would start. Though, in truth, it had not been so long, she felt like she'd been here for days already, the building tension helping to draw her into the scenario.

It was like one of her fantasies had been made real.

Though, she could not see, Clara had stretched her hearing as far as it could go, waiting for some sign, any sign, that the two were coming back. Now, she froze up, hearing a soft wooden creak. Maybe it was some part of the house cooling? Or maybe it wasn't.

She got her answer a moment later. A bright light flickered to life, and she blinked her eyes, trying to get used to it after so long in darkness. When she could see, Clara realised that it was not the room's light. It was actually dimmer, and flickering a little bit. A candle?

Someone was carrying it. She strained her eyes, trying to follow them, but she couldn't make them out properly. They were moving around the room, lighting more candles. Driving the shadows back inch by inch. But darkness still clung on, in the places between places, in the cracks, and in the shadows cast by the furniture. It was as though the room had been transformed, a flickering half world of light and darkness, not the safe, normal living room of the house she'd already spent most of the week in.

Clara swallowed, the heat of the room was starting to rise because of the candles. She could feel it with her naked skin. She still couldn't quite make out who was lighting them, though. Lilly, or Alex?

She was about to find out. Another figure was approaching her. It was Alex, but he had changed his costume too. He was wearing dark trousers, and had done away with any top. The sight of his muscular chest, stole her breathe. But it was his eyes that were the most different. They made her shiver. Usually, Alex looked at her with warm eyes, he was a kind man, and an open one, an old friend with whom she shared a connection. She could usually read him, even if he didn't want to be read. Not here. Not today. Perhaps it was the flickering candles, perhaps it was the time spent in the dark. Maybe it was just because he had become a better actor. The specifics didn't matter. All that mattered was that she looked at him, and she could read nothing in his eyes at all.

Clara began to feel helpless as he looked at her. Not her eyes, but her body. His gaze swept up and down her naked form, taking in every inch of her pale skin. She shivered, and tried to shield herself, but the straps which held her tight refused to allow her to do it. She felt his eyes, his lust, like a solid thing pressed up against her. Invading her space from across the room. Her womanhood was feeling hot now, a sort of pressure building up between her legs, driving her pumping arousal. Oh god, it felt so real and they had barely even started.

Clara closed her eyes for a moment, recalling the video which this was all based on. it was one of her favourites, but she had hesitated before she chose it. So far, they'd had a lot of fun, but this video was a bit more intense than anything they had done yet. Clara hadn't known if she was ready for it. But she'd thought about it, and decided to push herself, to push her limits just like Alex was doing (Lilly, of course, had no limits that she could tell.)

Alex had also warned her, though, that they probably wouldn't be matching the video perfectly. She was still expected to stick to the concept and theme, but it was very possible they'd spin off into their own thing.

After what seemed like an eternity, the candles were all lit, and Lilly moved to stand next to Alex. Like Alex, Lilly had changed her attire. Now, she was wearing a short dark skirt that showed off her legs, and a tight black vest which showed off her chest. She was smirking, though not in the usual ''We're all going to have fun'' Lilly way. This smirk was different, it made her feel small and powerless.

"Here we are." Lilly said, at last breaking the silence. "This is one of our latest slaves. What do you think? She is very high class. Kidnapped daughter of a rich man. We've still not totally broken her, but you did say you didn't mind that as much."

"That is true..." Alex said, still looking at her with that hungry expression. "That is true... I don't mind if they squirm a bit, so long as they learn their place in the end. But if you expect me to buy her from just this, you are very much mistaken."

"Of course not." Lilly said. "This is only the introduction. Clara here - her name is Clara, though of course once you buy her, you can call her whatever you want. But Clara is one of our finest slaves for sale. Let me show you what I mean."

Slowly, Alex nodded. Clara felt as though she were being sentenced, trapped with her body exposed to the two of them in the flickering, candle-lit room.

Lilly stepped forwards, standing at he side of the table, and leaning over Clara's form. Clara's skin tingled, and ran with goosebumps as the other woman's shadow fell over her pale form. Her hand reached down, and Clara shivered, Lilly's fingers gently stroking her dark hair. She shuddered, Lilly's fingers ran down the side of her head now, her fingertips brushing against Clara's skin. The motion was strangely erotic, a gentle downwards trailing sensation which made her skin prickle.