Filthy Secret

NICK

She’s perfect. Laying there, trussed up, waiting to be impaled on some medical device. I don’t normally envy Eric, but this time, I wish it was me giving the examination. Letting my eyes drift over the crowd, I note all the men sitting in the observation booth, hands gliding over their dicks as they watch the proceedings. Unfortunately, many of them are going to walk away empty-handed.

I know what breeders go for, but never in my experience have we had a virgin put up for auction. She’s going to fetch a hefty price – one most of these jackoffs can’t even touch. If I were a betting man, I’d put my money on Peter. His pockets run deep, and his penchant for virgins even deeper. Too bad she doesn’t have a hymen. If she did, she could probably go for triple.

Turning back to the glass, I cross my arms in front and stare down at the girl. Eric is right. Penelope does sound so much better, but if I’m being honest, there’s something so endearing about calling her Penny. Not that it makes any difference. I get paid to be an acquisitions man. I’m the one that makes sure the needs of the men that frequent our establishment are met and exceed their high expectations. What I’m not here for is to fuck the merchandise. Still. I glance back over at Peter. His main kink is deflowering virgins. Once she’s had his cock deep inside her pussy, he won’t care too much about what happens after that.

My cock pulses as I watch him, staring at Penny with lust in his eyes. He catches my glance and smirks, angling his hips to show his thick erection through his pants. My mouth waters as he rubs himself, staring at me with the same lustful intent.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

If he wins, there’s a chance I can strike a deal with him. Perhaps we can share her a bit. We’ve certainly done it before. As long as he consents, I can do what I want with her. Though I’m a top, Peter is the only man I’ll allow to co-top with me. I will switch for him in a heartbeat. There’s just something about him that I can’t get out of my brain or balls.

I turn back to the girl, forcing my thoughts away from Peter and onto her ripe, luscious body. Normally, the new girls aren’t really my thing, but there’s something about Penny that just makes me want to defile her. Though most of the submissives that service our patrons are here willingly, some, like Penny, are not.

Now that she’s here, there’s no way we can ever let her leave again. Once the winner tires of her, she’ll probably be locked away in a room, drugged so she can’t really understand what’s going on, and get fucked until she’s no longer able to take it. Though I should feel guilty about her future, her father is the one I ultimately blame.

Pulling out my phone, I switch over to one of the cameras and stare at the sad sack of shit huddled in a corner, stained with his own piss. Jack Evans is the lowest common denominator, and one I can’t wait to rid the earth of. Glancing back up, I watch as the examination truly begins.

The light sheen of sweat on her inner thighs glistens in the bright light, a testament to how hard she’s struggling. She’s divine. The men all shuffle towards the glass, peering down as Eric grabs the speculum. It’s now or never. Since she’s admitted to having things inserted inside her, this shouldn’t be too uncomfortable, but knowing Eric, he’ll do his best to make it so.

Per usual, he doesn’t use any lube. In most cases, the women are already dripping with arousal before he even gets to this point, so it’s normally not needed. Not in this case, though. Eric wants to make her hurt, to see how much she can take. Lube will negate that entirely.

Penny winces as he drives the cold metal deep inside, and I can’t help the smile that curls up the edges of my lips. I’ve seen what Peter works with. If he does indeed win her, that speculum will feel like a finger in comparison. I resist the urge to stroke my own cock as the other men begin to beat their meat.

As much as I want to join them and ease the ache that tingles my balls, I refrain. Though I don’t possess the highest rank in this club, I am still considered a leader, a prominent cog in the cadre of these men.

What leader would I be if I succumbed to my urges in the same way these pathetic specimens of the male species do? I glance over at Peter as he raises his arm above his head and leans against the glass. Though he’s clearly aroused, he doesn’t indulge like the others… and that’s why he’s going to win. Like me, he knows how to be patient and to wait for what he wants.

The problem is, right now, we both want the same thing. Eric turns towards the glass, a smirk tilting up his lips. “She’s tight. No evidence of a hymen, but she’ll choke your cock with this cunt.”

He pulls the speculum out and holds it up to the light. It shines with her arousal. The smirk grows as he reaches out his tongue to lick at the fluids, ignoring Penny’s whimpers of embarrassment. “She tastes good too.” Rolling the chair over to an elaborate lab area, he reads some of the printouts, his brows drawn down into a studious frown. “No evidence of any STDs or STIs. She’s the perfect picture of health. But we already knew that, didn’t we, sweetheart?”

Leaning down to the mic at my lapel, I pull it towards me. “Okay to start the auction?” The men swivel their gazes towards me, like prairie dogs caught outside of their holes. The desperation pours off of them in waves. It would be nauseating if it wasn’t so hilarious. Peter finally turns, his eyes boring into mine.

A thrill of excitement hums through me, tightening my balls further at his knowing gaze. He knows what I want, and it seems like our wants will align nicely. My cock pulses at the thought of both of us balls deep in her, filling her tight little holes together. It will be a stretch, but we’ll make sure she can handle us.

“Yeah. She passes inspection. Nothing indicates any health issues, but I’m not a gynecologist. She could have underlying issues that make her infertile. The Keep is not liable for any outcome of implantation. I will say that she’s not currently on any form of birth control.”

“What?” Even through the glass, Penny’s screech of rage and shock reverberates into the viewing room. “I have an IUD!”

“Correction,” Eric tuts, rolling back over towards her. “You had an IUD.

Of course, I had to remove it.”

“You – you can’t do this to me! This is illegal!”

“Illegal? Yeah, you’re probably right about that. As to what we can and cannot do to you, we own you. I will do whatever the fuck I want to you, and you will say, ‘Thank you, Sir.’ Is that clear?” He turns back to the glass. “Her cervix is a little sore, but she’s ready to breed. The IUD was nonhormonally based, so once her normal ovulation hits, she’ll be ready.”

Looking past Eric, I stare at Penny, noting the hitch of her breath, the faint pink that spreads across her cheeks. Ohhh, my dirty girl likes that.

Deep down, she wants to be bred. Excellent. That will make all of this so much easier. Shaking my head, I drive that thought back out. She’s not my anything. If Peter does win her, she’ll be ours at best.

I lean back down to my lapel mic. “Eric, I want the speaker turned on so that Penny can hear what I’m about to say.” I give him a moment before addressing the men before me. “Gentlemen. Let’s start the auction. To restate the terms. Whoever wins gets the virginity of one Penelope Evans.” As I speak, I keep my eyes trained on her. She can’t see me, but I see every movement she makes. I hear the accelerations of her heartbeat from the monitors.

“As of right now,” I continue. “She’s property of The Keep, but winning allows unlimited access to any and every hole she possesses. She will remain on site, but will be available to you whenever, wherever, however. Since she is to be an asset to The Keep, she will need to earn her stay.”

The men shuffle about, all desperate to start the auction, but protocol must be maintained. Besides, the more I speak, the more little miss Penny becomes discombobulated, and I do so love my sluts in that state.

“Since she will belong to just one of you, that’s not enough to justify her being here. In addition, she will be made into a wet nurse, someone we can milk and sell the product of. Whether that comes by means of just hormones or by pregnancy, either is acceptable to The Keep. I know some of you are here for the sole purpose of creating an heir. If she becomes pregnant and delivers to term, the child is yours. At that time, you may either choose to keep Penelope Evans with you and the child or allow her to remain here. The choice is yours.”

A smattering of conversations fills the room. Ignoring them, I go on. “This will be a straight auction. No proxies, no going in with another bidder. Only one winner will get her. Now then, gentleman. If you’re ready, we will begin the bid at one hundred thousand dollars.”