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Everything had progressed so fast that she had just absorbed the last words from the auctioneer. Wait, $10,000 euro for what exactly? Me? Evening? Oh my gawd. Again reality began to hit her. She was here to be sold to the highest bidder(s) and her husband was sitting there in the audience watching it all.

"Fifty thousand!"

Wait, what? $50,000 had been bid. She recalled the announcer saying something about $50,000 and $100,000 but could not remember what, exactly.

"Gentleman, we've reached the $50,000 level. Miss, please disrobe."

Whitney was dizzy. Her breath had hastened and she sat down on the lone chair.

"Miss, please disrobe." The voice was a bit more stern. "Miss?"

"Oh, me, huh?" She looked up into the spotlight and then squinted covering her eyes.

"Miss, please disrobe."

"Wait, why?"

A sigh followed by, "Miss, these are the rules. If someone is willing to pay $50,000 euro for you, they are permitted to see a bit more of what they are buying."

The words pay and buying stuck in her brain, and well, $50,000 euro.

"Um, are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes, those are the rules"

"How many people are out there?" She stands up and makes a visor with her hand at eyebrow level trying to see through the darkened glass into the room in which Jason sat with others.

"It is unknown"

"And they will all see me do this?"

"Affirmative, that is the point, Miss."

"Um. If I could just talk to my husband now. Jason? Jason?"

"Miss, we do not use names in this establishment, please refer to him by his number."

"But, I don't know his number? Jason?"

She could not hear it but there were plenty of grumbles in the audience. Most bothered by her unfamiliarity with the process but some more inspired by her genuinely coy behavior.

"Miss, this is the last time that you will be asked nicely. Disrobe."

"But?"

"Disrobe"

She pouts a bit and shifts her weight and bites her lip and fidgets with her hair, all signs that Jason would recognize as her nervous tells. "You can do this, you can do this" She whispered to herself.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

"Nothing. I'm going to...ya know...now"

"Thank you, Miss. Proceed."

She slipped her cardigan off of her shoulders and down off of her arms and folded it over onto the chair. She stood there for a second, shifting her weight, almost posing like that still wearing her tank top, jeans and shoes.

"Eh hem."

"Ok ok I'm going." She whimpered, bit her lip and brought her fingertips to the hem of her tank. They hovered there for a moment before she took a deep breath and lifted the tank over her head and off, dragging it through her blonde hair.

Underneath, she wore a rather simple white bra with some lace trim that did a quality job of enhancing her modest bust. She tucked her belly in and continued breathing at an irregular pace. Her ribs showing against her skin as her chest pumped in and out. Goosebumps sprouted all over her upper, exposed half.

 

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Jason Bell

Jason listened as Whitney conversed with the omnipotent voice blaring through the speakers. It seemed she was still having difficulty accepting their current situation. Jason almost answered her when she called out to him, the voice promptly reminded her the anonymity of the whole experience which also kept him in his seat.

He could hear murmurs of discontent in the crowd now as she awkwardly fumbled her way through the conversation.

"What the fuck is she even doing here?" one whispered.

"I dunno, but its kinda turning me on. She's like a virgin, remember when you popped your first cherry?" another whispered back.

"Shh quiet, she's taking it off." A third joined in. Sure enough Whitney began undressing, starting with her top revealing the white bra he'd seen many times before. Her apprehensiveness made Jason think twice about the whole experience, as arousing as it was to see her perform a strip tease in front of so many strangers he also felt guilty for baiting her in.

He knew his wife well though and if it got to the point where he needed to intervene, then he would. The whole room was silent as she continued removing her clothing.

 

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Whitney froze for a moment as the room seemed to drop in temperature by at least 10 degrees. Her upper half now mostly exposed. Goosebumps popping up like the plague. Her arms instinctively cross across her chest.

"We'll have none of that, Miss. Hands at your sides please." The now familiar voice spoke.

"But..." She cowered as she reluctantly dropped her hands to her sides to expose her chest again.

"60,000 euro!" Chimed in a bidder.

"Continue, Miss."

She stood their frozen for a moment.

"It appears our subject is having a little trouble proceeding. Perhaps she would benefit from a bit of encouragement. Gentlemen, please use your voting buttons on your display panel to decide which article of clothing will come next -- bra or jeans."

 

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Jason Bell

Jason watched with mild amusement as Whitney covered her exposed torso. The angry sighs in the audience reflected their mood and he could only laugh quietly to himself. Unlike him, these men would have to be patient for the prize they so desired.

Jason hadn't even noticed the small panel adjacent to each seat until it was mentioned. A small screen with words on is displayed two options.

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Please choose an option_

Bra
Jeans

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Jason wasn't sure if he'd be allowed to chose himself but in the spirit of entertainment he chose jeans. Make them wait to see those luscious breasts of her. He could see each of his fellow men leaning over and picking their option, when the votes had finalised the screen flashed with the majority option.

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Jeans_

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Some of the men grunted in dismay, others sniggered loudly.

"Seventy thousand! Don't be shy, do it slowly" Another called out with a request of their own.

 

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Whereas previously she had been privy to only the one voice, the voice on the speaker, now for some reason beyond her knowledge, the peanut gallery was being pumped in for her listening pleasure.

The last hour, give or take, had become a bit of a blur for Whitney. All the excess work for her adrenal glands certainly had something to do with it.

"Yeah yeah honey, drop them"

"No way, she needs to turn around and bend over and I'll put my money where my mouth is -- Seventy-five Thousand!"

"You heard the man." The familiar voice returned. "Do as he says."

She began to stop feeling so skeeved out by this situation as she started to realize that these men were rather enthusiastic about her and turned on by her. She knew she was more desireable than the average woman, but, had never allowed men to really lust over her. She had met Jason when she was young, and was abruptly yanked prematurely from the dating pool by him.

"Like this?" She said to the voice as she turned around slowly, and leaned down to put her hands on the back of the chair.

"Oh yeah, what a slut!" A voice spoke to cheers.

With one hand she reached back and slowly worked open her button fly. Her jeans would loosen around her hips but would remain snug only becoming noticeably looser when the final button was unfastened. Though they remained on her rear, her jeans were no longer taught against her bottom.

Whitney took a deep breath.

"Go ahead, sugar." Another voice added from the gallery.

Another deep breath.

"You can do it."

She pushed her jeans slowly over her hips and down to her knees, leaving her in a black cotton, lowrise, girlshort.

 

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Jason Bell

As the showing continued the men around him became more and more animated. One had even dared to call her a slut, Jason felt the urge to reprimand him for such a derogatory term but thought better of it.

Whitney turned around and positioned her body seductively. Some of the men in front of him even stood up to get a better look, not wanting to miss out on the action Jason joined them, peaking between the gaps of heads.

It seemed that his prudish wife was no longer as shy as she was before. She moved slowly like they asked and slipped her jeans down her shapely legs. Several of the men egged her on as she lost yet another piece of her clothing.

"Eighty thousand to see her sweet pussy." One called out.

"No, Eighty five for her to jiggle her tits for us." Another retorted.

"Please select the next item of clothing gentlemen." the computer voice commanded them.

On the screen next to the chair two options appears once again.

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Please choose an option_

Bra
Panties

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This time Jason was torn he knew that they would see everything eventually but he liked the small amount of power he had over what they got to see. On the other hand, he was so aroused now all he wanted to see was her naked sex out on display for him. Jason's lust won over and he chose panties. The screen flashed and revealed the majority vote.

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Bra_

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Jason was slightly stunned by the result surely these men would prefer to see her primary goods right away, it seemed however, that at least a majority didn't mind the wait.

 

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The chill of the room now hitting her bare legs she held herself there, bent over, pants at her knees for a few moments as the voices from the gallery were once again piped in.

She didn't know how many guys were back there or if Jason was there or not. They were all looking at her, wanting to buy her, use her. She was confused. Still very confused.

She stood up and turned around, shuffling her feet as her jeans constricted them. She sat down on the chair and peeled her jeans off of her legs and off. Leaving her in her white bra, black panties, and grey socks.

Just as she thought that this might be over. She again saw the monitor flash.

BRA

She bit her lip as she looked up at the speaker waiting for the voice to appear again.

"Miss, the gentlemen have requested your bra. Please oblige."

She put her face in her hands and brushed her hair back a few times.

"Stand up." The voice prodded.

"Comon' honey show us them titties."

"What titties? I bet those things are no more than bee stings."

"Miss..."

As she removed her hands from her face, Jason would see that she walking the fine line between an emotional breakdown and ultimate pleasure. Her face had reddened quite a bit and it looked like one wrong move would result in her bursting into tears. But something kept her going --- she knew that this was her fantasy and she just had to let go and enjoy it.

"The bra, miss." Echoed through her small room.

She wiped her eyes a bit and sniffled her nose and stood up straight.

"Ok, here goes nothing?"

She reached back behind her back pressing her chest out as her hands found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it. She brought her hands back over her cups to hold it in place as she took some deep breaths.

"Comon' girl we don't have all day."

She closed her eyes as she let the bra slide down off her arms and to the floor. Her hands again came up to cover her chest.

"Move your hands, miss."

She moved them to her sides. Her breasts exposed to the world all marked up from her bra seams. Small, barely B-cups with perky nipples that immediately hardened.

Her chest heaved as her heart pounded.

 

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Jason Bell

Jason could see the mix of emotions in her face, their previous endevours had brought the same results. From past experience he'd learned that she either gave up entirely never to speak of it again or dive straight in giving it everything she had.

It was those emotional extremes that he found so attractive, it kept his mind always wondering whether she would keep going or stop. As her hands feel away from the gorgeous breast he was so used to fondling himself he knew the decision she had made.

The cat calls and grunts of approval that followed had turned the room of seemingly behaved gentlemen into out of control animals. They wanted more.

"Ninety Thousand. I wanna milk those pecks dry." One of the previous bidders exclaimed. Jason was finding it increasingly difficult to keep track of who was bidding now, it seemed that everyone wanted a piece of the action.

"Ninety Five says I'm gonna shoot my fucking load over those tiny titties." another chimed in.

"You have one remaining piece of clothing, you must remove this before the next threshold. Comply." the voice commanded. The room erupted in more cheers of joy awaiting the next show.

 

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Topless, alone in a room, but not truly alone as she could hear the voices. They could all see her. See her small breasts on display in all their glory or lack thereof. She blushed as she heard all the comments. She was freezing. It felt like the more clothes she took off the more cold air they pumped in. Her nipples were rock hard, maybe 1/2" long and thick like pencil erasers.

"Miss, your panties."

And there again was the voice to keep her on task. Her hands hovered down to the waistband of her panties. She sighed and breathed deeply.

"Not like that. Turn around, like you did your jeans."

"This guy read my mind." She heard from the gallery.

She sighed again as she complied, turning around, bending over, holding the chair back with one hand. Her panties tight up against her ass in plain sight, with a slight wedgie.

"Put your head on the chair and use both hands." The voice slightly more insistent this time and she did as told. She pressed her head against the chair and reached back lowering her cotton, inch by inch revealing more skin until the thin material dropped down her legs to her ankles and she stepped out and stood up.

"Did I say you could get up?" Again the voice, not so kind anymore. "Back down and spread your cheeks for the buyers." She heard a chuckle, this time from the voice, not the gallery.

She complied spreading her ass cheeks, revealing everything for the men. They would see her shaved but stubbly parts. If she had known where they were going, she probably would have prepared better, but alas, it was a surprise.

 

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Jason Bell

Jason's mouth was agape as he watched with a mix of arousal and shock. His beautiful sexy wife was completely naked now. As commanded by the overpowering voice she was bent over with her cheeks completely spread open for the whole congregation to ogle at.

Unlike him however they were certainly not silent in their appreciation.

"That my friends, is a fuckable pussy!"

"Pussy, are you kidding me look at the tight little arse. I bet she's never even had a finger in there. One hundred thousand! I want to poke that little pucker."

"Bidder C-R-2-3 you have reached the first threshold. Please step down to the presentation area to commence your one on one inspection.

"With pleasure." He exclaimed. Although Jason couldn't see the man's face he could see his frame. He was a larger set fellow who waddled his way to Whitney. The man was wearing a dinner suit, the jacket barely fit over his width.

The screen flashed with a different display.

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Rules for inspection.

Single finger penetration only.
No longer than five second interval touches in one location
Inspector must remained clothed at all times.
No implements.
No unnecessary force.
Five minute time limit.
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The didn't even look up at the screen, either he was a regular or didn't care. He moved toward Whitney like a snake toward it's frightened prey. Whitney looked as if she were about to object to his arrival but the all powerful voice chimed in again.

"T-X-5-4 you are not to move from your position unless instructed to. Please remain in your previous location and orientation." It commanded.

"Naughty, Naughty." The man warned her with a wagging finger. When she complied he placed his pudgy fingers on the small of her back and stroked upward the along the length of her spine.

"Mmmmm smooth flawless skin, I'll have to change that." he began in a lecherous voice. The crowd laughed especially the group he was with.

"Your husband is brave for bringing you here. I wonder if he regrets his decision. No, I dare say he is as hard as the rest of us." He whispered so that only Whitney could hear. His other hand grasped the outline of his erection in the black suit pants to emphasis the point.

He then moved his hands over to Whitney's breasts to give them a quick grope.

"Only a handful boys, I'll leave these to your tenny tiney hands CR24 he called out to another in the room."

"As long as I can suck on the teeny tiny peaks that come with them I'm fine with that comrade." the so called CR24 called back.

The inspector repositioned to stand behind her but in a way that his friends could still see. His hands grasped each arse check firmly, then he gave her an audible slap on each on. The crowd cheered loudly at his actions. Satisfied with the outside he brought one of his fat digits to her open womanhood. His fingers trailed up and down her slit briefly before dipping inside her for a few pumps. When his five seconds were up, he brought his finger out and displayed it for all to see.

"She's wet fella's, I think she might be enjoying this." He noted. Then he placed the finger in his mouth to taste her juices.

"And ripe for the taking!" He exclaimed, finger in his mouth still. More cheers. After cleaning his finger thoroughly the man then placed the tip of it at her rear entrance. Whitney seemed to tense at this next action.

"Ooo I think she's an anal virgin, don't worry dear by tonight you wont be." He warned lustfully. Without warning her he pressed his finger inside her tight hole and wiggled it around exploring her happily.

"Inspection time complete. CR23 return to your seat." The voice commanded.

 

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She was thankful that his hands were at least warm when he touched her. She told herself that this was just like a doctor's exam but, his hands did not touch her that way.

He was a bit rough, but not overly so as he took a hold of her breasts and gave them a little "honk". And then as he worked his way down and toyed with her a little her humiliation reached an acme. There she was, naked, and getting felt up, and penetrated by a man who had just offered to pay $100,000 for her 'services'.

"Yiip" She yelped as he slapped her rear.

"Mmmh." She whimpered slightly as his finger explored her insides.

"Ahh." She sighed gently as he pulled out and did his little show for his friends.

"Huhmmmahhh." She winced as his stubby finger jammed into her tight rear.

"Ahh." She gasped as he removed it.

She bit her lip. Sure, she had tried anal, but just tried. Now she feared the worst.

It wasn't long before another bidder had matched the $100k and then another and then another. Four men in total would inspect her in a similar fashion. All keeping her bent there as they slapped her rear, felt her up, and explored her orifices.

"Stand up" The voice returned as the last one left the room. "Turn around"

 

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Jason Bell

By the time the third man had stepped down to inspect his wife Jason had become quite desensitised to their uncouth behaviour. The most positive thing he could not was that none of them had broken the rules, it gave him at least the knowledge that his wife wouldn't be leaving the night severely injured. Not that Jason would let it come to that but with so many men against him he doubted his chances of stopping them if they tried.

By now her arse cheeks had become red with the slapping and he could see the imprints of hand marks along the rest of her body. After the four men had finished their task she was asked to turn around again so the bidding war could continue.

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

"One hundred and seventy five thousand."

"Two hundred thousand. I need more than an inspection."

"Two hundred and fifty thousand. She wont even feel your little cock."

"Three hundred thousand!" The room went silent with the recent bid. Jason no longer cared for the number anymore the energy in the room excited him beyond anything he'd ever experienced before.

"Three hundred and I want the little vixen to touch herself." He demanded. His group applauded him along with some of the others.

"Yeah go on give us a show love." another chimed in.

 

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Most of what had been going on in the gallery had become just noise to her even though the voices were piped into her small room. She was more preoccupied with being naked in a cold room having just been groped by three men in a rather procedural fashion as if she was a piece of meat. She wondered what her husband, Jason, must be thinking right now. Was he embarrassed by her willingness to play along? Disgusted? Turned on?

She could not believe that she had let it go this far and then the voice returned.

"Miss, the bidders have made a request. You may comply or not comply. At this point it is up to you. Please do note however, that a failure to comply may result in all bidders dropping out and you will be left with naught beyond the brief experience that you have had in this room."

"Um, what request?" There were some snickers from the gallery.

"Flick that little clitty for us, girl!" One of the more boisterous men shouted out.

"The bidder requests that you touch yourself." The voice echoed.

"WHAT???!?!" She panicked as her face turned white. She had never touched herself in front of anyone, not even her husband despite his requests. In fact, she had never admitted to touching herself at all.

"You've got to be crazy!?!?!" She bit her lip, standing there, naked, shifting her weight nervously.

She had a feeling that no was not an acceptable answer. But, she wanted to hear them try and convince her.

 

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Jason Bell

Jason was extremely curious at the next request, even he himself had not experienced the visual display of her pleasuring herself. Though he wasn't entirely sure why she was never keen on the idea, they had tried things much more daring. Perhaps it was just a personal dislike.

"Don't be shy girl, just touch your little pussy with your little fingers." They started

"Make sure you lick your fingers first." Another added

"Yeah, get a good load of spit on them pretty fingers."

"Comon love, put your pretty fingers on your pretty little package and give it a rub."

"Don't hold back now, we're all paying a lot of money for a show."

Jason almost felt the need to join in. He'd been in their position before, trying in vain to convince her to touch her own erogenous zone. He was hoping that perhaps with a group of men, she would be more willing. For him it would be the ultimate break through in their sexual experiences; aside from the fact she was being currently being treated like an item on an auction block of course.

"Yes, start slow. Keep yourself on the edge for as long as you can." They continued

"Don't forget to keep licking those fingers either love. We wanna see you taste yourself too." Another reminded.

 

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"Maybe if I hear 325? 350?" She giggled as she backed up and took a seat on the cold metal chair and crossed her legs.

"Thrreeee Tweenty Five!" Shouted a new bidder, from the back of the room with an Australian accent.

"And would it kill you guys to turn the heat on in here?" She made demands but she was playful about it, like she was doing stand-up comedy. She sat up straight despite the chill of the chair back on her back. Her top leg swinging a bit from nerves and well, she just did that most of the time.

She heard the compressor kick on and finally some warm air flowed into the room.

"Thank you, sir." She said while staring up at the speaker.

"You're welcome, Miss." He replied. "Now get on with it."

"Easy easy." She blushed embarrassed as she slouched a bit in an attempt to get comfortable. She whimpered a bit. The chair was not meant for comfort, quite the contrary, it was meant for discomfort. But, she made do with what she had.

She looked away from the glass as she licked her fingers and slid them down her body to her soft, feminine folds. She'd go back to her mouth a few times before she was satisfied with the lubrication.

"Mmmmh." She let out a soft sigh as she sandwiched her forefinger and middle finger against her hood and applied pressure to her clit.

Her eyes closed and she let her hair fall in front of her face. Even though she couldn't see them, she couldn't bear to look at the glass as she did this.

 

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Jason Bell

Her sudden personality switch caught Jason by surprise, not only was she now willing to give them all a show she was actually encouraging them to bid for her. His anxiety about the whole situation had almost been swept away by her shift in mood and he couldn't wait for her to start.

Jason leaned forward along with the rest of his brethren. They all watched in absolute silence as she began touching herself. Jason's heart hammered in his chest now and he felt the undeniable urge to grasp his own hardening member. In the corner of his eye, Jason spied the man to his right doing exactly that.

"Four hundred thousand, stick two fingers inside that tight little snatch for us."

"Four hundred and fifty; grab those little titties as well."

 

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Her eyes closed, her back arched, her small mounds with rock hard nipples pressed towards the sky as her fingers attached her clit, rubbing hard, making small intense circles.

The instructions were distracting and humiliating, they reminded her that the men were there, behind that glass. Yet she listened. She inserted her fingers for a moment and used the moisture to work her clit harder. Her other hand brushed by her breasts often enough to keep them happy.

And then she stopped cold.

Her mound and fingers glistening with moisture. She was on her knees on top of that chair in such a sexy position. She smiled as she got on her feet and walked towards the glass.

There was a ledge there, the purpose of which she did not know until now as she climbed up on it. She positioned herself on her knees again and spread them, pushing her chest up against he glass as she gave a few last flicks to her hot button before she shuddered a powerful orgasm.

Her body shook as her legs quivered and weakened. Her eyes rolled and she gasped. "Oh my gawwwwdddd"

And then she breathed normally again. Her hand slipped away from her mound leaving nothing but sloppiness behind, dripping down her thighs. She looked like she was feeling guilty as she hopped off her perch and returned to the chair. She blushed as she sat back down.

"Five-hundred."

 

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Jason Bell

The show of his wife pleasuring herself was certainly a sight to behold. Not only did she do as the men had instructed, she also added another layer of entertainment by pressing herself against the glass. This whole experience had opened his eyes and he was wondering now if his wife would be more willing to perform just for him in the future.

Jason watched for the first time as his wife came not only for him but for every man in the room. After the high of her climax she seemed to shrink back into herself, Whitney returned to the seat with a slight look of embarrassment on her face.

"Five Hundred Thousand!" A deep highly accented voice boomed. Jason was certain it was the first time he'd heard this man tonight. The other men in the room seemed to slowly come out of their own revirie to process what was just said. Jason himself only just realised the amount of money he and his wife were going to receive just for one night. It seemed unfathomable that someone would pay so much for sex but then again the club certainly gave off an aura of exclusivity and annoymity. For all he knew, some of the men he was next to could be very rich and famous, this place gave them the opportunity to conduct their deepest desires without the risk of being caught.

"The final bid threshold has been reach. Subject F-G-0-1 and group have been awarded access to subject T-X-5-4. Group members of this group are to make their way to the front." the computerised voice informed them.

While the rest of the room sat back down, five men remained standing and made their way toward Whitney. When they stepped into the light Jason got a better look at them. The leader was a tall and skinny dark skinned African man. The next was a much shorter and a heavier set man, his skin was almost albino white and he had a short and trimmed mustache. The third was only slightly taller than the second and judging by his stature quite well built, his skin was olive in colour; possibly Mediterranean. The forth was the shortest one of the group and probably the skinniest too, his skin had a yellowish tinge to it. The last was about the same height as the third but not built as well, his most outstanding feature was the long unruly dark brown beard with slight flick of grey in the mix.

Though they appeared to have entirely different backgrounds they all wore the exact same style of suit. Black shirts, black vests, black pants and short suit jackets. They looked more suited to perform a group musical performance than engage in group sex. Though their masks covered most of their faces he could tell that they were staring hungrily at his wife, awaiting for the next instructions.

"Session will begin in five minutes, you will have three hours total. All members are to abide by Obsidian regulations, failure to do so may result in forceable removal and suspension from the club. Confirm?" The voice reminded them and asked for their response.

At once they all responded.

"Understood."

The door from which Whitney enter from opened and two naked female staff members stepped through carrying a large chest. They placed the container at the edge of the room and unlocked it. From Jason's view point he couldn't see exactly what was inside but from what he could tell, they looked to be tools of some sort. Before the staff left one of them reached into the chest and brought out a smaller box. She opened the box and handed each of them small square packets that Jason recognised to be condom's. He remembered back to the terms and service agreement when they arrived. One of the clauses stated that condom's were to be worn during intercourse at all times.

After the staff member had distributed the condoms to the members she placed the box back over on the chest. After they both left and the door was shut the voice spoke to them.

"Your time starts now." The large screen above the room showed numbers counting down.

 

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After the final bid, her speaker went silent. Whit was left alone with her thoughts for just a moment. She reached for her clothes and managed to get mostly dressed before her escort returned to the room.

"No need for that, Miss. You won't be wearing those very long." She smirked as she pressed some controls on the wall and an over-sized bed rose up through the floor and into the center of the room covered in black satin sheets.

"They will be in shortly. You may want to prepare yourself." She walked to a closet and pulled out a large chest and opened it before Whitney who turned white upon the site of what was inside.

A selection of condoms, lubricants, and sex toys.

"Um, no, I um, don't know" Whit waivered as the woman stood there emotionless.

"Suit yourself, Miss" The chest was shut and stashed on the ledge by the windows where Whit had just put on her show.

 

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Jason Bell

Some of the men around Jason stood up and left, Jason guessed that they were moving on to the next exhibit. Now only he and a few others sat loosely around the room watching in anticipation.

The winners of the auction entered the room one by one and formed a semi-circle around Whitney. Jason likened them to a group of wolves circling their prey, he hoped that this group would obide by the rules, he certainly didn't want to see his wife hurt in anyway.

The largest man begun the show. He stepped toward her confidently and held her tightly by the shoulders, though it seemed as though she resisted the mans brute strength was more than capable of holding her place. Jason began to take note of their subject codes; this one was FG02. He inspected her with his eyes at first then leaned in close to sniff her neck.

The well built man; FG03 joined the inspection he approached from behind her and held her hips. This one also leaned in for a smell but also added a long drawn out lick on the other side of her neck.

Jason couldn't believe how crazy this night had become. This was the point of no return, these men were going to pillage his wife for as long as they were given and he was going to watch the whole thing. He was frightened, worried and aroused all at the same time. Now that the room had almost emptied he felt confident in being able to grasp the hardness of his member on the outside of his clothing without being seen.

 

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Again, things moved rather quickly. Before she knew it, the men had entered the room and surrounded her, touching and toughing at her clothing a little.

One whispered, "We paid a lot of money for you, slut, are you ready to work it off?"

The other, "What do you think of this, girl?" His hand directed her small hand to his crotch to feel his cock.

She looked around at the group of men and she could tell by body language alone that none were here husband. Where is he? What is he doing? Is he watching?

She shivered. She panicked. Her heart racing, her face white and red. She bit her lip, squirmed playfully free of their grasp and she made one more bold move.

"Throw in another $250,000 euro and we all shed our masks." She didn't know what was permissible here. If she was going to get shunned for stretching the boundaries but, she was curious to see the outcome.

 

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Jason Bell

The men looked at each other incredulously at her suggestion. Jason wondered if she was trying to throw them of their game or was truly genuine in her request. Jason actually preferred the anonymity of the club, he was in no way keen to allow these men to see her true identity or for her to see theirs.

For all he knew, they could be high ranking politicians or celebrities that were probably completely opposed to the idea of their faces so openly displayed. Luckily for everyone as the suggestion hung in the air the voice returned.

"Removal of the masks whilst within the confines of the club is strictly prohibited as per section three, subsection one of the rules and regulations of Obsidian. Any member attempting to do so will be removed immediately." It boomed.

After receiving the response, the men resumed their work. The two around her grabbed her again and hoisted her onto the bed. Before she could recover, the shortest one; FG04 and the tallest one; FG05 had already come around the sides of the bed to hold her arms and legs into place. This left FG02 and FG03 standing in front of her eying her helpless form. The whole time the leader seemed quite content to remain on the side lines. He had neither moved nor spoken since they had entered the room and from what Jason could tell ,he made no action to suggest otherwise.

FG03 flexed his muscles, he then removed his shirt to reveal a well toned muscular frame. A heavy set of hair carpeted his solid chest and he continued to flex in front of her ensuring that each muscles bulged effortlessly. FG02 laughed and then playfully pushed him aside, with much less grace he removed his pants allowing his erect member to stand at attention. Though his penis seemed relatively small, his large frame made him no less menacing. He began to stroke his little stick behind the small bush of hair and chuckled deeply.

"How do you like this? I know you wanna suck it. Tell me sweet cheeks." He taunted her.

 

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The men surrounded her in a semi-circle. They did not have ill intentions but their presence, and the urgency of their time with her pushed the issue. She backed up slowly and soon found herself on the bed, with hands all over her frame. They pulled at her top a little but ultimately focused on the prize.

FG03 stepped up and undid her jeans, tugging them down and off. He climbed up on the bed and knelt between her spread legs as the others looked on.

He rubbed his latex covered cock against her thin cotton panties. He was maybe 6 or 7". She couldn't really tell.

His stubby fingers rubbed along her slit and found her swollen clit. He toyed with it as he pulled her panties aside and lined up his cock with her entrance.

"Get on with it already." One of the guys chuckled.

"This bitch is tight, you guys will thank me for warming her up." He snapped back.

And with that, he pushed forward, penetrating her. The first "new" cock to enter her in at least a decade. She gasped and grimaced but did not protest as he worked his cock in slowly in and out, adding inch by inch until he pressed his hairy balls up against her exposed ass. It was clear that she had no say in any of this, she was now their property, at least for the next 3 hours.

He pumped slowly at first and gradually picked up his pace. His cock working her chasm, the sounds of him breathing, her gasping, and his cock squishing in and out of her filled the room.

He wasn't rough, but he wasn't gentle. There was no love here. She was merely and object which he was using to get off. A nameless, faceless, pussy.

 

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Jason Bell

Jason breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the fatter man FG02 pull out his tiny penis. His size was in no way direct competition with his own, Jason always considered himself about average and had no complaints from Whitney. Unfortunately his reprieve was short lived, the well built FG03 had loosened his pants also and pushed in front of the wider man. Without any hesitation he removed her jeans, opened her wide and pillaged her insides with his tool.

Jason watched helplessly as the muscular FG03 pumped ungracefully in and out of his wife. Though from his current angle he couldn't see the specific details, he could tell by the sounds and actions he was penetrating her quite deeply and vigorously. All the time before this moment seemed to drag on, in this moment however, everything seemed to be happening so fast. He felt the stirrings of guilt and lust intertwined as he watched his half willing wife subjugated to the whims of a male dominated orgy. Jason's couldn't move though, his body and mind were frozen in time and the only thing he could focus on was the action unfolding before him.

FG02, slightly annoyed by the interruption to his display, wasn't deterred from his previous announcement. He moved around the side of the bed and somehow managed fit himself on the edge. With his tiny stick in one hand he grabbed her face with the other and pulled her head toward him forcing her mouth into his little lollypop.

"I knew she wanted it boys." He announced with an evil grin.

 

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Hard was not the way one would describe how FG03 fucked poor Whitney. Hard was a loving husband or boyfriend or random lover, kicking it up a notch. FG03 was neither married, at least not to her, nor did he care much for Whitney beyond what pleasure her cunt would give him in the next few hours.

His thrusts nearly shook the room.

Her gasps, ignored. Her whimpers, ignored. Her winces, ignored. His fingers dug into her hips like meat hooks as he drove in and out of her, pumping her into the firm mattress which was on a hard platform and offered no real cushion.

And soon, her face was buried. Hidden underneath FG02's belly and her own hair as he fed her his little dick. She could barely keep it in her mouth as he thrusted it around and acted all tough. His hand holding a firm grip of her hair, using it as a leash, not letting her move all that much.

"Yeah, fuck that bitch!" FG02 encouraged his buddy and offered a high five with his free hand before dropping it down and grabbing a hold of her breast as if it were a little squeeze-toy.