Desire's Awakening (32 page)

“Miss me?”

“Yeah, right. Almost as much as a toothache.”

“I thought so. Hey, I’ve been thinking about you and Sir Damien. In a way, I hope you fell deeply in love with him because it hurts more that way when you’re rejected. Now you’ll see how it feels to be auctioned away to someone else and know you’ll never see the one you love. And it’s going to happen tomorrow night. Isn’t that exciting? Bye, bitch.” She turned on her heel and strutted away.

Kat gritted her teeth. Corinne’s comment had hit a tender chord and tears blurred her vision. She took a moment to shake off the feeling and continued on her mission, determined that Corinne was not going to ruin her last night at the house.

Dinner was a quick affair. Afterwards, everyone scrambled to their rooms.

“Kat, you don’t have to stay and clean up. I can finish here.”

“I don’t mind, Miss Tiffany. It won’t take me that long, really.”

Miss Tiffany hugged Kat long and hard, then pushed back to look her directly in the eyes.

“Well, let me put it another way. It will be easier on me if I leave without having to say goodbye one more time. I just about cleared out my tear ducts already and I’d rather just sneak out the front door when you’re not looking.”

“Oh, okay, I get it. Well, I guess this is really it. I hope we can stay in touch somehow.”

“Don’t worry. We will. I’ll wrestle the information about you out of Sir Damien. So don’t be surprised if I come walking up the sidewalk to your front door some day after your training package is sold.”

“You better promise!”

“It’s a promise.”

Kat hugged Miss Tiffany one last time and disappeared to her room, not wanting to see Sir Damien leave for Club Exotica with two subs in tow.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Damien loaded seven girls into his black Navigator Saturday evening, closing the door behind them. When he climbed into the front seat, he adjusted his mirror and saw Kaitlin in the center seat looking at him, her big blue eyes wide and sad. Behind her sat Corinne glaring at him. He cleared his throat and turned on the engine.

“Buckle up!”

The Castle Dungeon was located in downtown Ft. Lauderdale, a twenty-minute ride from his house. He turned on a rock radio station so the ladies could concentrate on something other than what was coming next. He really didn’t enjoy auctions, but it was the best way to showcase his girls. The clientele got a lot of enjoyment from watching the girls on display and participating in playtime. It was a big party once a month.

Night had fallen by the time they arrived at the four-story building, a replica of a castle from the Medieval Ages, complete with a wooden drawbridge over a fake moat. Torches lit the outside of the building, casting oval shadows against the beige stone. Flags of various colors emblazoned with family crests flapped in the wind.

Damien led the girls, dressed only in long black capes, across the drawbridge and through the massive arched stone entry. Two burly six-foot-five-inch slave men guarded the entrance, wearing leather shorts, crosses of leather over their chests and leather face masks. Their stern expression and crossed arms warned anyone from passing by them without proper admittance. Damien showed the guard on the right his identification and said the secret password to receive a nod of approval. Though a regular, he was still required to go through the same security procedures as a new customer in order to gain entrance.

Damien stepped up to the maitre d’ and displayed his membership card. The short man with dark close-cropped hair and a collar around his neck acknowledged their presence. He wore only a black leather thong. He glanced up distractedly from working on paperwork to regard Damien with a dispassionate look in his eyes.

“You here to sell tonight, Sir?”

“Yes, seven subs.”

“Okay, Sir. Fill out this paperwork and bring it back to me. Do you have the signed release forms from your girls?”

“Yes, here they are.” Damien handed the maitre d’ seven tri-part forms, one waiver for each girl. The man looked the paperwork over carefully, noted the signatures and nodded his acceptance. “And their outfits?”

“Yes, right here.” Damien displayed a bag of outfits he had selected at the fetish store two weeks ago.

“All right. Have the girls follow the Mistress down the hall.” He pointed to a long stone-laden hallway lit by torches and an older, homely woman waiting there.

Damien turned the leashes and clothing over to the matronly-looking woman wearing a plain woven dress over her thick body. He had dealt with her before. Not very pleasant, but very efficient at what she did.

“Come, girls.” She yanked on the leashes and the girls gasped, then followed in sync. He noticed Kat looking back at him one last time as she was led away and his heart ached. The love in her eyes was unmistakable.

Damien watched the girls walk down the stone hallway until they turned the corner toward holding cells. He knew that they would be prepared there for the auction. The air smelled musty tonight and he noted a huge crowd had already gathered in the main hall.

He filled out the paperwork listing the girls’ names, ages, description of where they came from and their talents and also what type of submissive they declared themselves to be. He indicated a minimum bid for each sub as a reimbursement of his training and put down his name as Trainer. They would be included with all other subs brought to the Castle Dungeon tonight and depending on how many there were, they could be auctioned as early as an hour from now or as late as four hours from now. He had no way of telling until it started and he received a complete list of all the entrants.

He returned the paperwork to the maitre d’ and walked down a flight of stairs into the main hall filled with fake smoke. Mirrored balls twirled in the ceiling, reflecting light from the torches which were spaced evenly on the stone walls all around the room. Rhythmic drum sounds blared over the speakers, stirring up animalistic passions.

Damien walked to the bar at the far end of the room and found an empty booth. When a waitress arrived to take his order, he waved the girl away. He wasn’t in any mood to drink until after the ordeal was over. Later he would need to order a stiff drink to calm his nerves. He shifted in his seat and looked around the room. He had been to auctions many times before, but tonight was different. Tonight he was going to have to sit quietly while someone he really cared for was claimed by another.

He watched the activities in the room. Dominants milled about, talking to one another. Some led slaves around on leashes. Others were observing the entertainment of a sub spread-eagle between two poles, hanging about a foot off the floor, her back being lashed by a hooded Dominant. With each crack of the whip, a nasty red scar flared on her back and she cried out in pain. The observers cheered her on.

All around the room, racks, poles and crosses were spread out, ensuring plenty of entertainment for the patrons. Subs dressed in chain bras and leather and chain panties circulated the room with trays of appetizers. He accepted one when a pretty young sub came his way.

The auction platform sat in the center of the room with spotlights aimed at the curtain backdrop, which was decorated with silver swirls on a black background. Four stairs led up from the left side and another set of four stairs led down the center into the crowd. A podium and microphone were set to the right. Chairs were set theater style so that the audience could view the show and then walk down the middle aisle to the stage to accept their prize once they had won the auction.

From across the room, Sir Timothy emerged from the crowd. He walked determinedly toward Damien and sat across from him in the booth. His hair was brushed back and gelled to hold it in place. He was dressed in a black pleather shirt and matching black pleather slacks. He looked as though he was all together, but Damien sensed his friend’s trepidation.

“Well, my friend, this is it. You ready?” Damien asked.

“Honestly, no, Sir. How about you?”

“I’ll get through this night somehow. I always do.” Damien sighed.

“I’m worried that someone will bid higher than me. I don’t want to lose Melissa.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered. My concern is Victor. I hope all goes as planned, but knowing him, I have to be prepared for the unexpected. I don’t know if he’s going to try anything tonight, but I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“Is he here?”

“I haven’t seen him yet. I just got here a short while ago and had to do the paperwork on the girls.”

Sir Timothy looked around the room, sipping on his soda. “Wow, this is a big crowd tonight. It’s going to be hard to spot him.”

“Yeah, well, let’s watch for him. I don’t trust him.”

Kaitlin paced the small cell, nervously chewing on her nail. The cell had a single wooden bench, a sandy floor that sounded gritty under her high heels and a single sixty-watt bulb dangling on a wire from the ceiling. She peered between the metal bars of the cell, watching people go up and down the hallway. It seemed as though she had been there for an eternity.

Finally, two older Dommes dressed in black leatherette peaked caps, fishnet body suits and leather studded skirts entered her crowded space. Each carried a long, thick whip. One had a black leather bag.

“Take off the cape.” Kat did as directed and stood naked before the two women. Wordlessly, they studied her, pushing her shoulder with the handle of the whip to indicate they wanted her to turn around.

“This one should bring a pretty price for her Trainer,” said the taller of the two. Kat couldn’t get over how red she had painted her fake, puffy lips. They actually looked as though they hurt.

The shorter one, a little thicker around the middle than her companion, pointed to Kat’s nipples and clit.

“Yes, I think we should do something to show these off. She’s been pierced. That’s a definite plus. The announcer can pull on this chain between her legs to show how she reacts to a little pain. The crowd will like what he can do to her with those.”

Kat was amazed at how the two women talked about her as though she were an object, not a human being. The taller one opened her black bag and produced some red lip color while the other pulled on her nipples, enlarging them. Then the tall one rubbed the red lip color onto her aroused flesh to augment their size.

“Bend over,” the short one said, then opened her ass cheeks to rub the color along the rim of her asshole.

“Good job. I’d bid on her package myself if I hadn’t just purchased one last week,” the taller Domme said while pulling out clothing and tossing it to Kat. “Okay, here’s the outfit your Trainer wants you to wear. I’ll be back to get you in ten minutes.” They left Kat alone to get dressed. Kat looked at the pieces of leather with chains dangling between them. She figured out that the large round piece of leather hooked behind her neck as a collar, which required her to take off her training collar. Sir Damien had told the girls in the car that they were allowed to take off their collars tonight. The three bands of leather then draped down her chest, one on either side of her breasts and the third straight down the middle. The chains then hung in loops from the edges of the leather. The leather and chain panty could hardly be called that, for it was simply a leather band that went around her waist and a chain that slipped between her legs, secured to the leather by a circular hoop on both the front and back. The outfit did little to cover her, but looked very provocative on, emphasizing her best points.

The tall Domme returned exactly ten minutes later and snapped a leash onto Kat’s new collar. She put leather wrist cuffs on Kat’s hands and led her down the hallway into a large, noisy exhibition hall where she instructed Kat to stand in a line with other subs. Corinne was in front of her and Melissa in back. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and Melissa smiled sheepishly to her.

“Well, this is our big night,” Melissa whispered.

“Yes, are you scared?”

“A little. Sir Timothy is in the audience and said he’s going to bid on me. I pray he wins.”

“Me too, for your sake.”

“No talking in line!” A Domme walked up to them and cracked her whip in mid- air. “I have no problem using this on either of you before the show goes on, so just keep talking and you’ll give me a good reason to administer discipline.”

Melissa and Kat lowered their heads and stood very still.

“I thought you might want to obey the rules.” The Domme walked away, calling over her shoulder, “Keep your heads down and wait your turn.”

Kat heard Corinne chuckling.

* * * * *

Damien stopped mid-sentence when he saw Sir Victor heading his way. He stood when Victor was only two feet from him, puffing on a cigar that smelled like burnt toast.

“I’m not here to cause trouble, Damien. You owe me a sub. I want Corinne pulled out of the auction. I have made my choice and I don’t want to have to pay for her.”

“I’ll have to make sure she’s okay with that,” Damien said, wondering why he cared what Corinne thought.

“She’ll say yes. We talked about it at the party and she agreed. She and I are two of a kind.”

“There’s no doubt about that, but it is my policy to make sure the girls accept their new partners. I’ll sign her release papers and meet you at the lineup so we can talk to her.”

Damien surreptitiously threw Sir Timothy a victory smile. If Corinne accepted Victor’s offer, he would be rid of her and not have to worry that Victor would bid on Kat. He could relax and enjoy the auction.

“I’ll see you there.” Victor tossed his cigar on the floor and crushed it by Damien’s foot.

Damien signed for Corinne’s paperwork at the cashier’s station and walked to the back of the stage where twenty girls were lined up. He saw Victor standing next to Corinne. As he approached, he noticed Kat was next to Corinne. She stood perfectly still with her head bowed.

“Okay, here’s her Trainer,” Victor said to the Domme who patrolled the line. Corinne stepped forward to stand in front of Damien. The Domme walked away, leaving them to their negotiations.