Chapter 108
108: Painting a Canvas
Aurora POV
Another blinding orgasm ripped through my soul, shattering my insides. My juices flooded the floor and
down my open legs that were still strapped tightly against the St. Andrew’s Cross. Long rough fingers
left my spasming core, no doubt fully covered in my essence. I heard a slurp and a resounding pop
behind me before I felt a nibble on my car.
I felt another pair of rough hands, gently caressing my backside once again like his hands were
smoothing out a canvas ready for paint. My body shuttered at the light touch and a new sh of heat
entered my body.
SMACK
“82… Master.” I breathed out weakly.
SMACK
“…83… Master.”
SMACK
80…54, Master
SMACK!
“AHH: 65, Ma–master.” I barely whispered out. That one was the hardest of all.
There was a harsh tter on the floor. And I felt hands roaming my body, hearing four sets of manly
voices whispering sweet nothings and praises as they removed the vibrating nipple mps and the
tortuous clit vibrator. They then removed my blindfold and gently released the Shabari knotted rope
around my body before unlocking the restraints on my wrists and ankles. My legs were pure Jello and I
copsed into strong arms.
I looked up through my hooded exhausted eyes to see Charlie smiling at me. He scooped me up so I
wouldn’t step in therge wet puddle that was at my feet.
For thest two hours or so they spent alternating spankings with sensual whips, paddles, and crops.
They fucked me mercilessly in between and enjoyed using multiple vibrators. They edged me nine
times and then followed that with overstimtion making me orgasm a total of fourteen times and I
squirted twice. My backside was no doubt now a colorful painting of marks on the canvas of my flesh. I
knew without looking that the rest of my body was covered in deep hackry marks and love bites as they
enjoyed devouring every inch of my body.
no proud of you sweetheart, You are so incredible taking everything we give you. Fuck, I love you so
much.” Chache whispered in sy eat and then bittered my face with kisses.
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cool
Thury for to the twthroom and i was ced in a worm thi that smelled of vani. I rested against
Charlie’s
then th?ng massage any matches, closing my eyes and letting them pamper me Ben brought me some
cost with a rating at ware brated throat. They applied cooling cream over every inch of my body show
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I remember being taken to bed and snuggled up with my four matta kings and letting sleep begin to
take me on
another adventure.
“It was so worth it.” I mumbled and I heard a chorus of chuckles and felt soft lips on my face.
Meanwhile…
Third Person POV
“Item number 6.3.4.2.7.6. Given name Ashley. Age 19. Virgin. 5 foot 3 inches. Brown hair, brown eyes.
Size 34C cup, has some meat on her bones gentlemen but a fine catch in the sea. Speaks Russian
and English. Orphan. Bidding shall
start at 10,000. The shady auctioneer stated into the microphone. On stage was a small girl with some
curves. kneeling on the hardwood flooring. She was clothed in the standard white bra and thong with
silver heels. Shackles
and heavy chains on her wrists and ankles and a special temporary seal was across her mouth.
The seal made sure she couldn’t talk and disturb the bidding. It didn’t obstruct her face which was a
plus for the
bidders.
Dimitry sat there in his lounge chair, a bourbon in a crystal ss sat in his hand. Two of his purchases
sat at his feet,
their head bowed in submission and the chains to their ne cors rested on hisp.
55,000. Do I hear 40? The auctioneer asked. Dimitry just took a sip of the expensive amber liquid and
watched the show. Two younger ve traders were bidding for the liste beauty. Dimitry would have bid
as she would be a nice addition to one of his European houses but he was here to fulfill very special
orders for some of his pickiest clientele.
Soon another man came to sit next to him. He looked over and grinned as a “Sold!” was heard over the
speaker.
“Nichs! Good to see you, my friend.” He reached his right hand over and shook the man’s hand.
“Likewise Dimitry,” Nichs said, shaking hands with the devil. “I thought you were dead for the longest
time.”
“Even death doesn’t want the devil. It’s going to take a lot more to get rid of me.” Dimitry joked and the
two men
shared augh.
“You back in the game?” Nichs asked quietly as a server brought another round of drinks.
“I never left” Dimitry responded. Nichs hummed while watching the next girle on stage.
“Nic. I have a proposal for you.” Dimitry started.
“I’m listening.”
“That O’Donnell bastard is the one who tried to destroy my empire. But he also took something much
more precious. He took my woman.” Dimitry’s anger was boiling inside him.
“Say no more D. You know I can’t stand those self–righteous assholes.” Nics said and then raised
his hand and shouted “45! There was a small petite blonde on the stage that was a mouthwatering
beauty.
“Going once, going twice, SOLD for 45 to Lord Romanov!” the auctioneer roared happily and the girl
was ushered off
stage.
108: Painting a Canvas
Pretty soon the little blonde was brought out with a cor around her neck and Nichs paid for his
purchase. He stood up and shook Dimitry’s hand once again. “Call me when you are ready for war. We
are ready when you are.” Nichs said with gumption.
Thank you, my friend. I n to attack all of his estates in three weeks on his wedding day. You can
have the European ones, I’ll take the American ones.” Dimitry said smiling. Nichs chuckled and left
with an evil grin. He too had a grudge against the self–proimed Kings of the Mafia. They ruined him
in the Americas and he was itching for payback.
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Item number 5.4.6.8.2.1. Given name Renee. Age 17. Virgin. 5 foot 4 inches. Brown hair, blue eyes.
Size 32B cup. Has housekeeper experience. Speaks Spanish, French, and English. Fire spirit. Bidding
shall start at 12,000. Do I hear 12,000? Said the auctioneer over the speaker.
“12,000” Dimitry yelled, raising his hand.
“Do I hear 15? No? Going once, going twice. Sold to Lord Marco. The auctioneer hit his gavel and
carried on. Within minutes the girl was brought forward with her cor and leash by a guard and the
assistant came for signature and payment. Dimitry quickly put in his credentials and once the payment
was confirmed, the leash was handed over.
“Sit!” Dimitrymanded to the girl, tugging her new cor with the leash. She looked at him with fire
and hatred in her eyes. “Look at me again without permission and I’ll cut out your eyes. You don’t need
eyes to be fucked like the whore you are.” He sneered and she looked down instantly and began to
shake.
“Now, sit just like these good girls and don’t move without permission.” Dimitry roared and the girl
The rest of the auction went smoothly as always. He walked out with six beautiful ves in tow, five for
his clients and one for his newest club. The little redhead would be a perfect addition to his collection
after proper training.
The girls were escorted to the warehouse for processing while Dimitry went back to his house and went
into his office where two blonde bitches were waiting for him, barely clothed and kneeling in
submission.
eeling the itch to cause pain, he ordered the two women to go to his desk and bend over and they
reluctantlyplied believing they were going to be rammed by his huge member. They were scared
of him and were visibly shaking. They were new to this world and being forced into the sex world. Their
virginity was taken not too long
before.
Dimitry had other ns and using his cane began to whack their backsides making them scream in
agony. “Shut up you sluts! My Aurora never screams. If I hear another peep out of you, I’ll cut your
tongue off!” He screamed at them and continued his tant torture of the poor girls. He was going to
paint the canvas of their flesh.
He finally stepped back when both girls were a bleeding mess, their entire backside was marked with
open gashes and the girls wanted nothing more than to leave this hell. He then shed himself off his
pants and thrust himself inside each of them repeatedly without mercy. They knew they could not say
no andy there in pain praying for him to be done soon. Their insides felt to be on fire as he continued
his assault and after what felt like an eternity, he finished on their exposed cuts before dismissing them.
He copsed on his sofa and whispered “Two more weeks Aurora. Two more fucking weeks until I can
finally have you
in my bed.”
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Or so he thought.
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