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emotionless voice called out from the audience.
    “A million dollars,” the announcer replied, cool as a cucumber. “Will anyone top that?”
    My screams kept coming, as my climax seemed to give birth to a new climax. My legs shook and I tried desperately to close them, to force the wand away, but I couldn’t do anything.
    “Going once. Going twice. Sold to the gentleman in the back for one million dollars.”
    I was panting, and my ass had slipped off the edge of the chair again making it next to impossible to breathe, and still the wand kept buzzing on my clit. I screamed until my throat was raw, and still I kept screaming because the orgasm was seemingly never-ending.
    “Thank you all for coming tonight. We will inform you of the next slave auction as information comes available. Will the winning bidder please come forward to finalize the necessary paperwork and to claim your slave?”
    The spotlights were shut off, and voices and footsteps once again filled the room around me. Surely now, my tormentor would lay off the vibrator. But he didn’t. I tried to look down and see who it was, but I couldn’t move my head because of the ring on my neck.
    My screa ms turned to panicked whimpers.
    A man moved into my line of vision, and I thought maybe he was the winning bidder. Maybe he would come to force this man to remove the wand from my clit. But he also moved out of my line of sight, and then I felt strong hands lifting my hips, forcing me harder against the wand , grinding me up against it while it vibrated me into oblivion. Then another man came close, but he bent down behind my chair and reached both hands out to toy with my incredibly sore and swollen breasts. He pinched and slapped them, repeatedly twisting the nipples so hard I thought he would tear them off.
    And still, I kept coming. My throat was so raw I thought I might have done permanent damage to my vocal chords. It sounded husky and gravelly, like a chain-smoker. Every inch of my body was screaming out in pain, twisted in knots of unending sexual fervor.
    Finally, I heard the voice again—the man who’d bought me. “That’ll do, boys.”
    The hands left me. The wand stopped buzzing. I panted, trying to remember how to breathe like a human and wishing I could curl up in a ball.
    He did not release me. He moved behind my chair and I felt a bottle at my lips. “Drink. You may not become dehydrated.”
    I opened my mouth and let the cool liquid fall into it, coating my parched tongue and sliding down my insanely sore throat. After a few small swallows, he pulled the bottle away so I could breathe, then repeated the process. I stared up, trying to see what he looked like. Big. Broad. Tall. Dark hair and cold eyes. That was all I could make out in the state I was in and being pretty much upside down. Before long, I’d finished the entire bottle of water.
    I heard it rattle against the wooden floor moments before I heard his zipper sliding downward.
    The slick, bulbous head of his cock replaced the bottle at my lips. “You’ll spend the next five years repaying your debt to me. Start now by swallowing my cock.”
    That was all the warning I got before he shoved it all the way down my throat in a single thrust. I choked, but he held his hands over my ears, preventing me from moving even the tiniest bit. He was bigger around than the previous man had been, with thick veins bulging against my tongue and the walls of my throat. And he was longer, forcing my throat to accept him and expand until it was pressing up against the metal ring holding me in place.
    My eyes watered when he pulled out. With the angle the chair was forcing me into, there were no barriers preventing him from sending every bit of his length and girth into me as deep as he wanted to go. I’d barely refilled my lungs when he pressed back inside, then took up a fast paced fucking motion, slamming his hips into my head so hard I feared he might break my nose.
    I was never able to take a