From somewhere far off, I hear the loud and persistent ticking of a clock.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The sounds are like hard knocking on a door in a brain. Sensing there’s something waiting on the other side that I don’t want to deal with, I try to resist the knocks. But slowly and steadily, they pull me up from my exhausted sleep. My eyes gradually open, lashes sticking together from the tears I cried before I fell asleep.
Tears?
Oh god. Tears. Yes. For Grayson and what he did to me. It all comes back to me in a terrifying flood.
Being in Grayson’s bathroom with his seed still swimming inside me, feeling so safe and adored, the water washing down my bare skin. I’d never felt more content, as if I belonged to someone who would never betray me like my parents did. Then the door burst open, letting in a monster who snatched me from my fairy tale and pushed me into a cold limo where I shivered with only a robe covering my wet skin.
In the limo, I was trapped with two men I’d never seen before, but honestly, that didn’t even matter. All I could think about was Grayson and how he stood there, doing nothing as I was kidnapped. His betrayal cut me to the core, my heart folding in on itself as I realized just how little I mattered to him.
The limo crawled through various neighborhoods, but I barely noticed. And when it came to a halt, the destination was no place I recognized.
The big, bald man hauled me out of the car and into a private courtyard in the center of an elegant-looking mansion. Another place that looked like a fairytale castle but was anything but. Somewhere in my innermost soul, I knew that no dreams could come true in a place like this.
The pitiless monster dragged me inside the castle and through another set of dizzying hallways and into a room. There, I collapsed onto a bed that had soft, fluffy pillows and a silky, cloud-like comforter. But I was numb, feeling nothing. And then, somehow, through endless tears, I fell asleep.
The nightmares were horrendous. A terrifying dream of being chased through a dark forest while monstrous eyes glowed through the darkness. Wolves howled. Bears growled. Hyenas cried out. They were all chasing me, and I fled for my life.
In the dream, my body ached. My bare feet throbbed from bolting across an uneven and slippery ground, bleeding heavily.
But now I’m awake.
My body still hurts, though. I ache everywhere, especially in my heart. Whimpering and crying with fresh tears, I lift my hand to my chest. There. Yes. It’s still there. My heart. It’s still beating, to my surprise. Thump thump. Thump thump. My heart’s not broken into a thousand pieces like I thought. It’s a miracle that this organ is in my chest and still working.
But still, my lower lip quivers with resentment. How can my body still go on when all I feel is broken?
Slowly, I sit up in the bed. Black silk sheets slither off my body and down my breasts and my stomach to pool in my lap. The air in the room is cold but my cheeks feel hot. With each blink it feels like I have sand behind my eyelids. An ocean waiting to fall down my cheeks.
My life is over.
Grayson. He betrayed me. He never loved me. He probably never even liked me. He only wanted to try out my body for free instead of paying for the privilege at the Billionaires Club auction. It was a bonus that I happened to be a virgin, and he took even that from me. I thought I was giving it away willingly to someone I was deeply attracted to, maybe even someone who loved me. But instead, it was stolen by a man who didn’t care.
Oh god! A sob bursts from my throat. My chest thuds and a sharp pain slices through my body.
Grayson. Why? Why would he do this? But I’ve already answered my own question. My face feels wet. Tears fall down my cheeks and splash on my naked breasts. Where’s the robe I wore yesterday? I look around the room in a daze. Where am I, anyways? Does it even matter?
No, it does matter. I can’t let this break me anymore. I have to care. I have to survive, if only to slap Grayson’s face when—if—I see him again. Not to mention I still have Nana and Mickey to take care of. They’re depending on me and I can’t help them if I just sit here like a zombie and let these rich assholes do whatever they want to me. The thought of my family worried sick hardens my resolve to get myself out of this mess.
I shift against the bed and the black sheets slide against my bare bottom, pussy, and thighs. They are soft but I can’t stand the way they feel. This luxury is poison. It’s the same kind of trap I fell into with Grayson.
My eyes dart around the room. Just as before, this room has every luxury. Furniture with curled arms and backs, gold painted wallpaper, and a wide mirror stretching all the way across the ceiling. An old-fashioned clock ticks away the seconds on a large dresser by the door.
Tick tock. Tick tock. It’s the sound that woke me up.
Why bother placing a clock in here? To torture me with the knowledge of time passing, knowing I’m trapped and can’t get away even I tried? Can I escape, though? Do I even have a chance?
I bite my trembling lip, trying to find even a little bit of fight in me. But the resolve leaves as quickly as it came. My body is drained. My soul is empty. My heart is broken.
“You’re awake!” a cheery voice announces. A woman appears in the suddenly open door of the bedroom. Like some of the women who took me through the process to get pretty enough for Grayson to spoil, she’s wearing spa whites. “Come on, we have to get you ready,” she says with a big smile. Her round blue eyes sparkle and her sturdy body reminds me of an East German swimmer circa the 1980’s. But her face is open and kind.
Unfortunately, the woman being here and dressed like this only means one thing.
Oh god! I choke back another sob. Not again. Not another billionaire to mess with me and treat me the way Grayson did. I thought I loved him, and I thought he loved me in return.
No. Stop being such a fool! He doesn’t love me, so I shouldn’t even think about him. It’s not worth it.
Gritting my teeth, I stifle every ounce of feeling I have for Grayson. He doesn’t deserve any of it.
“Where am I?” I mewl before winding at the pathetic sound of my voice.
“Don’t worry about that, honey,” the Russian lady answers. “You won’t be here long enough to worry about that anyways.”
“But—”
“But nothing,” she says firmly. “Come on, sweetie, we’ve got a lot to do,” she says insistently when I don’t get out of the bed fast enough.
The woman approaches, but I slither off the other side of the bed and stand up, shivering and naked. I don’t want anyone touching me, even another woman. I don’t care that she’s looking over my naked body like it’s just another piece of furniture. With a determined smile, she picks up the robe from last night and half drapes, half throws it over my body. “Time to get you pretty for these billionaires. Well, you’re pretty already, but we want to get everything smooth and polished.” She pinches my cheek, almost like a kindly grandmother. “Don’t you want to be pretty?”
Pretty pretty pretty. No, in fact, I don’t want to be attractive. Look what being pretty’s gotten to me. It seems safer just to look like a bucket of sludge.
But the woman’s already walking away, beckoning for me to follow.
“Come on,” she chrips. “You’ll enjoy it.”
And with slow feet, I trudge behind her. Just as before, it’s the same beauty assembly line. Scrub. Wax. Makeup. They straighten and tidy up my curly hair, leaving me with a perfect coif. However, my eyes in the mirror look dead.
And then there’s another skimpy dress to put on over my perfumed and softened body. As before, the gold lamé barely covers my big boobs and huge ass. In the mirror, I look like a sex buffet, just waiting to be devoured hungrily. The gold high heels on my feet feel like stilts and I stumble, unable to balance.
It doesn’t matter anyway. Grayson doesn’t want me. He never cared, and nothing matters now. I’m meant to be taken by another billionaire, and although I don’t want to do it, this is what I signed up for in the beginning.
My breath moves calmly in and out. My body is cold. My heart is like ice. The woman barely notices.
“All right, sweetie! Let’s go on to the next step.” Still cheerful as ever, she guides me to the next portion, whatever that is.
With robotic steps, I numbly follow her into the hallway and through another luxurious maze of hallways and closed doors. Dazed and frozen from the inside out, I look around me but it’s all unfamiliar. I’ve never been here before.
It’s more of the same. More elegant luxury. More things these billionaires can afford to throw away on women they don’t plan to keep.
My heart squeezes in pain. A cry scrapes the inside of my throat but I keep it inside. I won’t show them how much I hurt.
At the end of a walk that seems to take forever, the Russian and I get to a door with a window in it. The door is high and wide and the window looks like a picture frame. Inside this frame is a view into a small room.
“Go ahead,” the Russian says kindly, almost like she’s talking to a little kid. “Take a look.”
I don’t care about anything, so I don’t move. But with that same cheerful smile, she pokes me hard in the side, forcing my eyes to the spectacle through the window.
The room is mostly empty. A low, round stage stands in the center and twelve darkened booths surround the stage. Each booth is high enough for a very tall man to sit or even stand, and as I watch, a bright green light flickers on and off at the top of some of the booths.
A song begins. I can feel it through the door. It’s something sensual and modern with the steady thump of a bass. A sexy twisting melody wails, and my body shivers in response, every sense on high.
Suddenly, a woman walks out from the darkness and mounts the dais. As the music continues to play, she begins to dance sinuously, flipping her hair back and forth while rotating her hips. She’s so pretty. Much prettier than me, I think, and so confident.
And she’s completely nude.
Her long black hair moves around her sinuous body like a curtain caught in the breeze. With every movement, she throws her head back and closes her eyes, moving slow and sensuous like a dark snake. Her lips part, and she licks them like she’s waiting for something thick and hard to slide between them. She’s enjoying herself while moving her body to the music and touching herself. She strokes her luscious breasts and wriggles her bottom, turning every so often so that every booth can get an eyeful of what she’s offering.
The woman’s mouth moves with the words of the song and she tosses teasing gazes through her thick and beautiful curtain of inky hair. She looks like a practiced seductress. And she’s loving every second of it.
I gasp. Oh my goodness, this is it. Realization crashes through my frame. There must be men in those booths, watching her and wanting her and dare I say it? Bidding on the woman. She knows an auction is happening this very second, and she’s urging the men on.
Oh god. My knees start to shake and fear mixed with anticipation rushes through my frame.
Suddenly, a monotone female voice comes from somewhere in the darkness. “Thank you for your bids. Item 656 has been sold to bidder four for one point two million dollars. Sale final.”
And with that, two men in black uniforms come and collect the girl. The woman looks triumphant, stroking her breasts and haunches one last time. Her smile is lazy and heavy-lidded even as she’s led offstage on wobbly legs. Her excitement is obvious. Heaving breasts, flushed cheeks, the the unmistakable gleam of pussy juices trickling down the inside of her thighs. And then I have another startling realization. She’s doing this because she wants to. It wasn’t just a performance for her. Being auctioned is something desirable and sexy.
Suddenly, the Russian turns me to face her. Her aggressively blue eyes study me critically. Shivering from the close scrutiny, I can feel her picking every part of me apart and examining all of me, not missing an inch.
“Put this on, honey,” she commands and hands me a midnight blue velvet robe.
What now? Why this? If I’m going up on stage, why would I need a cloak?
But I grip the material in my cold and nervous fingers and slowly put it on. The velvet is sinfully soft and plush, the material caressing my naked skin like warm hands. It’s long and big enough to cover me all the way down to the gold stilettos on my feet.
“Cover your beautiful face, sweetie,” the Russian says. “When they finally see it, it’ll be a gorgeous surprise.”
What? I stare at her in shock but the woman merely nods with approval. “Go on in. It’s your turn now.”
And as if by magic, big door with the window swings open silently.
I pause, gripping the edges of the velvet robe closed with shaky fingers. Oh god. I can’t do what that other girl did. I can’t dance like that. I don’t even know how to dance like that. Plus, I’m still thinking about Grayson and his betrayal. It stings so deep in my heart, and I can’t be sold to another billionaire now. No, this can’t be happening.
But it’s too late. A pain in my chest rips me apart. It’s my heart as it breaks all over again.
Please, God. Don’t make me have to do this. Oh no. please. Please. Please.
But nothing happens. The door yawns open, waiting for me, and I realize that as always, I’m on my own. I need to do this. I have no choice. This is my only option.
“Go on,” says the Russian, not so kindly this time. “The club is waiting.”
And with trembling knees, I step through the door. My entire body is encased in ice. My feet are freezing, fingers tingling with nervousness and dread. I feel their gazes on me, these twelve men, like judge and jury combined. It feels bad, but I have to do this for Mickey and Nana. I need to show that I’m worth it, even if Grayson doesn’t care anymore.
Taking a deep breath, I approach the small dais, my swaying with each step. I climb onto the small circular platform, and a spotlight comes on, bathing me in heat. My eyes blink, trying to see past the glare, but it’s impossible. Suddenly, music begins playing, something sexual and sensuous, with a steady beat.
Oh god! They want me to dance. Even though I can’t see the men in the booths, I feel twelve pairs of eyes on my flesh, expectant and demanding. I have to do this. They’re waiting.
But I don’t want to do this.
I can’t do this.
But I have to.
Taking another deep breath, I try to blank out my mind. To lift myself to another plane, and pretend I’m not here. My body starts dancing, but it’s not really Trina. It’s someone else inhabiting Trina’s form, as my mind floats elsewhere.
Grayson. The thought of him comes suddenly to me unbidden. His bright blue eyes, and the way he looked at me, as if I were a precious jewel to be cared for. I shouldn’t be thinking of him now, when I’m about to be sold to another billionaire, but the memory of him is like a balm to my soul, and I grasp onto his image.
Like magic, it works. A delicious tingle begins in my nipples and ripples out to the rest of my body, up my throat, and down to my pussy. My ass starts to rock slowly to the beat of the song. The friction of my behind moving against the velvet cloak causes my pussy to moisten, juices beginning to flow.
Grayson used to love me like this. Soaking wet and ready for him, always.
Grayson. I may hate him now but he’s the one who transformed me into a woman. His woman. Always ready for him, eager to bend over and take it any place, any time. As long as it was him. Only him. I can’t do it for these guys! I can’t!
But the voice in my head sounds again. Control yourself. Nana needs this money. Mickey will die without it.
Slowly, I let the robe fall to the dais, revealing my form clothed in the tiny scrap of gold material. The green lights above a few booths go on. The bidding has begun, even though I haven’t even really started dancing yet.
But again, I try to take myself away from this place. I imagine Grayson looking at me and touching me. The music begins to flow through my limbs, each sway of my hips coming more naturally now. Even more green lights flash now, insistent like a jade eye. Oh my god, they’re all lighting up.
But I don’t really care because my thoughts are all of Grayson. How handsome he is. How commanding, and how he stroked my curves over and over again, making me sigh with delight.
Yes, that’s it. That’s how I’ll get through this. I’ll think of Grayson and that old pleasure, even tainted as they are right now with the pain of his betrayal.
Instantly, a feeling of relief floods through my body. I can do this, and it will be a breeze. I’ll make them want me.
Slowly, I gyrate to the left, then to the right, running my hands suggestively over my curves before cupping my breasts. It’s so sexy, and it’s actually turning me on. I feel the pulsing rhythm in my veins, and my nipples stand up hard and big. I feel it between my legs.
The green lights of the booths flicker on and off as men bid, driving the price up and up and up. They want me. They think I’m sexy, and they want more.
I give it to them.
With slow hands, I untie the string around my neck, and the gold dress slithers off my curves to land in a puddle on the floor. Although I can’t see or hear the men, it feels like a giant hush takes over the room. Loving the attention, I tweak my nipples lightly, cupping my big Double Ds before sliding them down to my soft belly and throwing my head back in a delicious moan. Hot honey dribbles down my thighs and, shameless, I reach down to run my fingers through the wetness, before lifting my fingers to my lips to taste myself.
My nectar is tangy and hot, and so appetizing. This is how Grayson would do it. Touch me until I was moaning for him. Over the booths, the lights pop on and on and on like sirens now, my price skyrocketing with every sinuous twist of my hips.
Yes. I can do this. But only with Grayson on my mind.
Would he love me like this? Would he enjoy seeing me touching myself like this for him? My fingers rub my clit. Electric lust buzzes through my twat and up into my belly, making me shiver. My eyes flutter closed, and I imagine him. His giant cock dripping wet and ready to fuck me. Those laser eyes of his holding me captive. His hands pulling my nipples and squeezing my big tits. His fat cock rubbing on my dripping twat, before diving in to split me in two.
Oh yes! The memories propel me to new heights, and I rub my clit harder before slowly edging two fingers inside myself. Then three. They don’t feel anything like Grayson’s massive cock, but it’s enough for now.
In, out. In, out.
Juices gush over my digits. My wet channel squeezes down hard. I’m tingling and swimming in lust, and shamefully, knowing that twelve billionaires are watching turns me on even more. My fingers go faster, tunneling deep into my moist channel.
But I want Grayson in my slit for real. I need his giant cock deep inside, pumping and dripping and gushing with seed.
Grayson. I moan his name and frantically thrust my fingers in and out, holding my labia open with my other hand so that the billionaires can see everything. My hole being violated. The sweet, hard bud of my clit standing to attention. The copious juices smeared on my hands and thighs. The wet noise is so dirty and so loud that I can almost fool myself into thinking it’s Grayson’s dick plunging in and out of me.
But suddenly, a familiar roar rings out, shaking the air around me. The air in the chamber vibrates, making my eyes pop open.
“What--?” But there’s no time for anything. Grayson’s in the room, that big body moving so fast that he’s a blur of speed.
The lights on the booths all go off. Another loud roar reverberates through the room, and then CRASH! Glass breaks as the main door slams open. Even with the spotlight blinding me, I see glass flying across the floor like scattered shards of diamonds reflecting the dim light.
Grayson?
Sure enough, my lover is dressed in the same outfit I saw him in before I was taken. Slacks, shirt unbuttoned at the throat, and shiny dress shoes. But that’s where the similarity ends. He looks frantic with his teeth bared in anger and eyes wild, surveying the room. Incredibly, there’s a giant bulge at the front of his slacks. He’s as hard as a diamond. Did he get excited watching me perform? A red hot flush takes me over from head to toe, his betrayal completely forgotten as I stand there stunned.
But there’s no time to think. Suddenly, he’s on the small stage with me, his blue eyes brilliant and fierce. “Trina. Baby.” Then he kisses me hard on the lips, and there’s nothing I can do but to stare back, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he growls in a rushed voice. “I was stupid. I shouldn’t have let them take you,” he rasps. His body is hard and fierce and beautiful. “Forgive me, my sweet Trina. Please.”
But we can’t speak right now because vaguely, I hear a cold female voice announcing in the background, “Auction aborted. Auction aborted.”
But it’s too late because masked men are charging us now, ripping my man away. They’ve pulled him off of me, his big form held immobile between two men clad in black. Suddenly unfreezing, I whirl lurch toward him.
“No! Grayson!”
But what am I calling for? Do I want him back? But my body has a mind of its own, and I rush towards Grayson, beating at his captors.
“Let him go!” is my helpless scream, uncaring that I’m small and round and nude, and no match for these burly men. My fists beat down on their muscled arms. “Let him go!”
But two other men appear out of nowhere and grab me, yanking me away from my man and jerking me towards a hidden door in the wall.
“No! Grayson!” I scream his name. My shriek is high-pitched and desperate, the sound of hearts breaking, of lives ending. Oh my god, I can’t lose him again. “Graysooooon!”
But it’s too late. I’m dragged through one door, and my lover through another, his massive, struggling form disappearing from view.
“No!” he bellows. “Get the fuck off her! Don’t touch her, you fucking bastards!”
Grayson’s lion-like roars shake the small room as they wrestle him away. He’s fighting them the whole time. Kicking and punching at his captors, pure rage and violence on that handsome face. My shrieks join his roars, and it’s loud and chaotic and utter madness.
All the booths are open now, the billionaires descending to observe the chaos. They’re dressed immaculately in perfectly-cut suits, all twelve of them handsome, imposing, and powerful. Dark streaks slash their cheekbones as they watch my curvy, naked form disappear. Dispassionately, they watch Grayson too, fighting for his life as he tries to rescue me.
And then they’re gone. The door to the auction chamber slams shut behind me and everything is suddenly silent. My chest is heaving, and my naked body covered with sweat. Was Grayson really just here? Did he really try to fight for me?
In the midst of my frantic thoughts, the Russian woman appears again. This time her smile is gone, and her blue eyes are like ice. She looks displeased, to say the least.
“Well, that was unexpected,” she says in a clipped tone and stands in front of me as the men hold my struggling form captive. “I don’t even think you’re worth all this trouble.” Her thin lips turn downwards in an unhappy frown. “Ridiculous.” She jerks her head down the hallway. “Lock her back in the room. We’ll deal with her later.”
But where’s Grayson? What have they done with him?
“You can’t do this to me! Let me go!” is my helpless shriek. I scream and struggle but it’s no good. The two men drag me down the hallway like I’m no heavier than a leaf. They shove open the door of my room and throw me in. My foot catches on the rug, and I stumble and fall to my knees, crying out in pain.
And then they’re gone. The two guys disappeaer and the door slams shut, trapping me inside the cold, luxurious bedroom.
Tears drip down my face and into my gasping mouth. My knees throb with pain from when they hit the floor. Misery. Sadness. Agony. These emotions twist and scrape inside me, doubling me over. I’m still on my knees but I can’t get up. It’s impossible. I can’t do anything but wail and cry and wish for Grayson and the life we might have had together, even if it was just a pipe dream.
But it was never meant to be, and irretrievably, my heart shatters all over again. With me imprisoned and Grayson caught in their clutches, what will happen now? Any glimmer of hope I had fades … and I curl into a ball on the rug, pain rushing over my form in waves.