Sorority Auction | Part 3 [BDSM] [fsub]

Her head slumped forward as she gasped for air, her knees weak as she stuttered, trying to speak, but no words came out, just jumbled sounds. She started breathing rapidly, letting out a whimper as her legs shook, the aftershock of the orgasms pulsing through her as she crossed her legs and moaned, her hands still bound behind her back.

“Oh fuck”, she whispered as she felt the world beginning to become clear around her again. “What the *fuuuck…?” she whispered as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She’d never felt anything like this before, so intense, so humiliating, to be standing here in front of a crowd of her peers shaking from orgasm after orgasm. She knew she shouldn’t but she wanted more. More people, more orgasms, more everything.

Her head was yanked upwards by a pull on her hair, and she had no choice but to straighten her neck. The crowd began to come back into focus, the faces of people she knew, people who had just watched her moan in pleasure at being the campus slut, spattered amongst them. She felt her face flush with embarrassment as Kyle’s grip on her hair tightened, the crowd still jeering and taking pictures.

“Who thinks we should take this slut for a little walk?” Kyle shouted to the crowd, pushing her forward and closer to the edge of the stage, her body on display for all to see.

The crowd cheered again and she heard Kyle let out a laugh. “See slut, they like you” he sneered, holding her there for a couple more seconds before pulling her closer to him again, “Come on, let’s go for a little walk….”

“Get this slut some shoes” he called out, and she saw Stacy hurrying over with the shoes she had been wearing that morning. They were converse style, black with white laces, and she stepped into them without having to be told. The laces were roughly tied by one of the sorority girls as she stood with her back to the audience. Kyle moved aside, still keeping his firm grip on her hair, to show her off to the crowd. They cheered as he smacked her ass, grabbing it firmly as his hand made contact. She felt the sting, and as he let go she bit her lip and closed her eyes, the crowd now fully able to see the red mark where she’s been hit.

She felt a little rush of embarrassment, but at this point it was just turning her on again. Suddenly she felt herself being pushed to the side of the stage, her hands still tied behind her back.

“Where are we going?” She asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she attempted to look back at the stronger man controlling her movement, but to no avail. His grip on her hair was tight, and with her hands bound, there was nothing she could do but go where she was forced.

Kyle smirked, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” he said as they reached the edge of the stage, guiding her down the steps, the audience standing from their seats, applauding as she was escorted out of the open air theatre.

She looked around frantically at the sea of faces as she stumbled down the last of the steps. Now they were on the main path that ran through the school, up ahead was the main university building. She saw a couple of girls from one of her classes walking by in the other direction, giggling as they saw her. The whole thing felt surreal, and yet at the same time, it was so right, her autonomy stripped away, nothing to do but what she was told.

Behind them the audience began to file out of the auditorium, forming a procession behind the sorority girls, with Kyle marching the naked girl being along at the front. The laughing and joking grew as the crowd expanded behind them.

Suddenly she gasped and her cheeks burned as up ahead she spotted one of her professors strolling along, book in hand. She tried to turn her head away and make some protest, but it was useless to try and struggle, her owners grip was too tight, besides, he had already spotted her and was making his way over.

Her heart raced as she thought of what this looked like, what he would say, what he would think about the innocent girl he knew.

The procession came to an abrupt halt as the professor approached. “Dr Garrison” Kyle, nodded.

“So this is this year’s girl?” He said, his eyes running over her body, “I didn’t really have her as the type… Oh well, I guess you never can tell” he chuckled. His eyes lingered for a few more seconds as she felt her nipples involuntarily hardening “I’ll be sure to make an appointment. Carry on!” He gestured for them to go on and stood aside to let them pass.

She was pushed forward again, aware how much this was all turning her on, wondering what lay in store for her when they got to their destination.

An abrupt left across the main path made her trip, but the fist in her hair kept her upright, her legs flailing for just a second. After a few minutes of walking they came to the first frat house where they stopped once again. Kyle tilted her head back and whispered in her ear, “I hope you like your new home slut.” With his free hand he reached around and ran his hand over her sensitive clit, rubbing up and down for a few seconds and pulling tighter on her hair. She closed her eyes and let out a moan, arching her back as she felt the pleasure fight with sensitivity. After a few moments he stopped, squeezing each of her tits hard and slapping one before grabbing back on to the rope that bound her behind her back.

She opened her eyes, looking at the house she had been to a party at just a couple of weeks ago, wondering what would happen once they were inside.

As they approached the front entrance the door swung open and the crowd began to follow them down the entrance pathway to the building. She could feel the anticipation rising from the crowd and began to feel a little nervous.

The interior was completely different to how it had been the last time she’d been here, the main hallway was lined with couches and bean bags but something in the centre drew her heart skipped a beat. In the centre of the room was a large wooden St Andrew’s cross. The cross was seven or eight feet tall, with two large, strong looking beams of wood forming an X shape, the base screwed into the floor with metal plates. On each end of the struts were strong leather binds. The binds lay unbuckled, ready for someone to be put in place.

Her eyes lingered on the cross for a few seconds, her imagination running wild as she thought of all the things that had been done on it. All the things that would be done to her on it. Adrenaline pumped through her, her speculation interrupted as Kyle pulled her off to the side. Adoor was held open by a girl in a thin silk, almost the colour of her skin. “Right this way Sir,” said the girl, smiling as Kyle forced his new play thing into the room, the door closing quickly behind them.

Kyle shoved her roughly onto a chair that was sitting in the corner of the room. “Stay” he said authoritatively, turning back and sliding a bolt across the door. A few seconds later the handle jiggle, groans of disappointment followed by hammering on the door. Next he moved over to the window, pulling the blinds across, obscuring the view of those who had gathered outside to see the show.

“What’s going to happen to me?” she said quietly, looking up from the chair where she was sat, her hands pressed into the cushion behind her back. Kyle looked over at her, his eyes resting on her breasts for a moment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get to that.” He said, walking over to her and tilting her head up to look at him “but first, I want my money’s worth… even if that wasn’t a whole lot…” She looked up at him embarrassed as he laughed.

“Up!” he commanded, and she did as she was told. He looked down at her, holding her chin in his hand. His face breaking into a smile as he turned, spinning her around with him “On your knees slut”

She didn’t need to be told again, almost automatically she dropped to her knees in front of him, her back straight, hands still bound, waiting.

“They made a good choice this year” Kyle said smiling down at her as he unbuckled his belt “I think you’re going to fit right in here, I’ve never seen someone so excited at the auction before… The way you shook when I made you cum, the way you moaned.” Her mouth fell open as he pulled his cock out from his pants and he smiled. ”Look at what a little whore you are! They way you kneel so obediently. Really does show who you belong to doesn’t it? Now stick out your pretty little tongue, slut”

She did as she was told, sticking out her tongue and waiting for him to tell her what to do next. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her forward, she took his cock in her mouth, running her tongue over the head as he forced her head down.

The banging on the door grew louder and she could hear muffled shouts through it, but she had no choice but to continue sucking the cock that was in her mouth. He had forced her into a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down, doing all she could to please him. As his grip loosened she kept going, suddenly desperate to give him everything he wanted. He sat back, relaxing in the chair.

“Yes, I think you’ll fit in just fine here…”

After a couple of minutes she felt him sit up slightly, his fingers laced through her hair as he bobbed her head up and down faster. She felt his cock pulse inside her mouth as he came and he grunted, holding her still for a few seconds as she continued to suck his cock, before falling back into the chair, content. “Good girl, that’s enough.” She knelt back up, making sure to swallow all his cum and licking her lips, smiling up at him.

He sat still for a moment, taking a second to compose himself. “Fuck, you’re good at that” he laughed, looking up towards the knocks on the door. He stroked her cheek gently, making eye contact for just a few seconds “Well, I think I’ve kept them waiting long enough…”

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