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ankles were bound to some sort of steel bar that kept them spread wide beneath me, and my toes just barely touched the floor…but I couldn’t move my legs at all, because the bar was locked into place. I still had the gag in my mouth, the spotlights were still blinding me, but the ropes were all gone, as were the dildos.
    But an insane buzzing on my clit was pushing me toward another orgasm. I blinked and looked down, squinting to see if I could figure out what was going on. After a minute, I made out a masked man kneeling in front of me, holding a wand with a vibrating knob on the end right against my clit. My breasts and torso were still covered in wax—red wax that looked like blood—and I could only breathe if I pulled myself up by the wrists. If I just hung there, it was like my chest collapsed against my lungs and I couldn’t draw air in.
    I moaned, because I was getting closer and closer to exploding in climax again. That must have alerted him to the fact that I was coherent again. He pulled the wand away from my clit and backed away. I lost him in the sea of lights.
    My orgasm started to peter off, slipping away with a lack of stimulation. I just hung there, waiting for what was next, trying to breathe. Finally, I heard him stepping closer to me again. Or someone. I had no way of knowing if it was the same masked man or someone else because of those stupid spotlights.
    The stinging falls of a flogger slapped hard over my breasts with no warning. I screamed again, jerking against my bonds, as a few bits of the wax broke off and fell to the floor beneath me. The next time, I heard the whoosh of the flogger swinging through the air before it struck. It landed directly over my right nipple, the falls spreading out over my entire aching breast. He swung again, striking the left breast. Again and again, stinging, screaming, aching blows landed upon my breasts. Each blow built the fire in my pussy up again, drawing me closer and closer to that orgasm I’d almost reached before.
    When finally the wax was all gone, he continued to swing at my red, swollen, heavy breasts for several minutes. But then, without any indication that he was going to change his trajectory, the falls slashed between my thighs, landing against my sex and striking my overly sensitive clit. I think I screamed. I can’t be sure, because yet again my eyes rolled back into my head and I was out.

    “We’ll start the bidding for Slave 4653 at fifty thousand, and go up in twenty-five thousand dollar increments.”
    I was still foggy from that last orgasm, but I was starting to gain my bearings. The cold metal chair was beneath me again, with the ring around my neck. My legs were drawn apart and back, with my ankles shackled in place. My wrists, likewise, were pulled behind the chair and attached to something, making it impossible to move. With the blinding lights still beaming down on me, I knew that must mean my sex was gaping wide and on display for those looking at me.
    “Do I have fifty thousand?”
    A murmur. Shuffling feet.
    “Fifty to the gentleman in front. Seventy-five?”
    Cold air blew across my feverish body, leaving me shivering.
    “Seventy-five to the left. A hundred thousand to the gentleman in blue. Do I have one twenty-five?”
    I felt something between my thighs, something warm and hard, like a man. Then the buzzing. Good God, the buzzing. The wand was pressing against my clit again, and I jerked against my bonds. I was so damn sensitive that it hurt like crazy, but that didn’t stop another orgasm from building.
    “One twenty-five in the front. One fifty in the blue. One seventy-five in the front.”
    I moaned, and only then did I realize I wasn’t gagged. My sounds echoed in the cavernous room.
    “Two hundred thousand to the gentleman to the left. Do I have two twenty-five?”
    The angle of the magic wand changed, and I screamed, unable to stop the newest orgasm from crashing over me.
    “One million dollars,” a deep,