Naughty Bits Part IV: The Highest Bid by Joey W. Hill Page A

her feet dry, he unhooked her wrists and turned her on her back. Her ass was on the table’s edge, but then she heard a sliding sound, and her legs were fitted into bendable cool metal brace pieces that came out from beneath the table, like stirrups in the doctor’s office, only for a far more sexy use. He strapped her ankles, calves and thighs to those brace pieces. Then he bent her legs to a more severe angle, her knees pushed up toward her body, but spread out so her anus and cunt were completely exposed to him on the edge of the table. She was supported and helpless at once, from the waist down.
    Of course he wasn’t done. He strapped down her upper body as well, her forehead, hips, and above and below her breasts. They were wider strips, padded, so they didn’t cut into her as her weight redistributed. He stretched her arms out on braces as well, held them there like bent angel wings.
    He had her completely immobilized, at his mercy. She was a little teary, and so aroused she could barely speak. Fortunately he wasn’t asking her to recite poetry, though she had a feeling by the time he was done, she’d be speaking in tongues.
    He moved away from her again, and she heard him open a drawer, remove something. The tear of foil, possibly a condom being rolled on. Then another scent, the squirt of a bottle. Lubricant being added to the condom, to augment what was already there. The sound of something being snapped in place, and then rolled across what had to be a wood floor, based on the sound of his shoes on it earlier and now.
    Touching her pussy lips, he pushed an oiled finger into her to tease her channel with tiny caresses that had her trying to lift up to his touch. She could manage some movement, but her restrained legs kept it to a limited wriggling that seemed to please him, because he put another hand on her breast, gently thumbed the nipple.
    “That’s my gorgeous slave, all wet and eager for me.”
    His fingers withdrew, but only to replace them with something else. He began to ease a dildo that felt like flesh into her. Thick, very thick flesh. “This is my friend with the sizeable cock. The one that I would have had stretch your mouth, push down into your throat until he made you gag. Looking at you all tied up like this, he can’t resist. He wants your pussy, and he’s such a good friend, I won’t deny him the gift. No, don’t you tense up. You keep moving your hips. He’s dripping with lube. You can take him.”
    It was a credit to his skill, that he could use that mesmerizing voice and her subjugated position, the way it scrambled her brain, to revive the fantasy, despite the fact she knew he was alone with her. She heard the murmur of voices, wondered if he’d turned on a recording, but it didn’t matter. Like the auction, there were erratic air currents, as if there were more people in the room, and now it was as if he was talking to his friend, not her.
    “She’s trained to do this. You can go balls deep in her. How does that feel? Tight as fuck, right? Look at her face. Lips parted, practically begging to take another cock down her throat. She loves serving her Master.”
    He bore down, kept working it, working it, as it stretched her impossibly, filled her. When she thought she couldn’t take a millimeter more, he stopped, strapped it in place.
    “My other friend wants your ass. What do you say to your Master?”
    “Yes . . . sir. Please.”
    She let out a startled breath as the table was elevated, her hips at a higher angle than her head. The reason for the supportive, wider straps was now apparent. Once she was in position, he began to work a plug into her anus. This one was as thick as the one in her pussy, though perhaps it wasn’t, because she couldn’t imagine taking two of that size without splitting in two.
    “Master . . . I’m not sure . . .”
    “Are you afraid your Master will let someone hurt you in a way you won’t like?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Have I ever