The Domination of Diana (15 page)

Troy was too distracted, by the fact that he would own Nicole to think about Dr. Sell’s garments. Juliana eased out of the car as Troy responded, “Yeah, that’s fine. But I am stopping Nicole from being sold, not purchasing her for myself.”

“Listen, man, you have to do this with confidence and conviction. Otherwise these dudes will see right through you. You have to want her, want her bad! You came here because your friend, Liam Diamond mentioned the auction. You’ve been with Nicole more than once, and you decided if she was up for sale, you would be the only one to buy her.”

Juliana stood shivering beside her husband. It was a breach of protocol and she would be punished later, but she chose to speak. Leaning down to the window, “Master Troy, you can do this. I know you can." Her smile and kind voice added the necessary encouragement to supplement Derek’s directions.

Derek smiled at Troy’s reaction. “I told you, she is great at helping people,” then turning to Juliana, “even when she doesn’t have my permission to speak."

Both Terrills smiled at Troy, before Juliana lowered her eyes. Troy inhaled and exhaled. “Alright, will I have any information or help on the inside?”

Derek gave him the particulars: What to do as he entered, who to speak to, and what to say. Marcus would try to get information to him from within. After the purchase was complete, he could take her today or have her shipped. They recommended taking her immediately. Things could get bad if Liam learned the identity of Nicole’s new owner. Luckily, Liam is not present. Carmichael has him overseeing the clubs while the auction is in progress. Carmichael will be here. Derek recommended that Troy try to avoid him. Troy listened intently to everything and shook Derek’s hand before driving around to the designated parking.

Since Juliana seized him from work, his expensive professional attire and long winter coat added to his persona. Troy followed Derek’s instructions explicitly. No one from the auction company knew if he was a buyer for an overseas investor, or if he was buying for himself.

The warehouse had multiple check-points before he reached the final staging area. His irritation at having to pass yet another guard was evident by the time he reached the destination. Apparently, even that was realistic of real buyers. Once there, he took in the surroundings. Slaves, undoubtedly from the Inferno, milled around offering drinks and hors d’oeuvres. Chairs were arranged in four rows of eight, with an isle creating two blocks of sixteen. Troy received a number on a stick. To bid, he need only raise his number.

A few of the buyers had females with them. These females were dressed elaborately; long gowns, jewelry, and furs. Troy wondered what it must be like for one female to watch another sold like a piece of meat at market.

He accepted a vodka tonic and watched for Carmichael Diamond. The auction was scheduled to begin precisely at eight o’clock. The buyers were professionals, and Troy doubted that any of them wanted to spend more time in the cold warehouse than necessary.

At seven fifty-seven, Troy watched Carmichael Diamond enter the bidding area. Lights illuminated the staging area and a man in a suit took his place at a podium. Troy settled himself as far from Mr. Diamond as possible. He wasn’t sure that the owner of Carmichael International would recognize him. It was the realization that Savannah was the woman on the tycoon’s arm that fueled Troy’s nauseousness.

Initially, Troy didn’t recognize the slut. Her hair and make-up were perfect. She wore a diamond studded collar and a beautiful black evening gown. He thought about her words, “I am his pet. He will not sell me." Christ, Troy had fucked and beaten his pet three days ago. Now, he was trying to buy one of his sluts, out from under his respected buyers. Despite the cool February temperature beads of perspiration materialized on his forehead.

“Gentlemen and ladies, please take your seats. We are happy today to offer you sixteen sluts. Yes, I said sixteen. We will gladly show you that these females are here for one reason. They are sex slaves. They live to please their owners. Just imagine each one of these females at your or your investor’s, constant disposal. She will suck or service your cock or pussy at your slightest command. Most of these females are experienced and well trained. Some are newer to this way of life, and will require more discipline - a heavier hand, if you know what I mean. I recognized that many of you enjoy breaking, training, conditioning, and creating the perfect slave. We have a few today that will be perfect for discipline yielded by the appropriate hand.”

The man’s words were working. Even the females in the audience were beginning to shift in their seats. Everyone wanted to see the potential victims of their dominance.

“Without further delay, let us meet our first slut." The auctioneer paused as two men escorted a female to the platform. She wore a green velvet cape that covered her body. Her face was beautiful. Her blonde hair was piled masterfully on her head, her face painted perfectly, and her expression stoic. Troy thought about Nicole enduring this public display.

The man discussed the female’s attributes. “117 pounds, breasts ‘C’ cup, waist 27 inches. She is easily aroused and juices with little stimulation. She endures punishment well." Next, a woman in an evening dress removed the velvet cape. The blonde now stood under the lights, totally nude, wearing tall shiny black shoes. Even from Troy’s seat he could see the red welts on her breasts. The man must have instructed her to turn, because she did, displaying a well beaten backside. The reaction of the audience was exactly what the auctioneer wanted, first gasps, followed by cheers. “Shall we start the bidding at two thousand?"

Immediately the room was filled with raised numbers. Troy soaked in the atmosphere. The bidding seemed to stall at seven thousand. The auctioneer began discussing the female’s sexual attributes. “She can take a size 5 dildo anally." With that the female turned once again away from the audience and bent to grab her ankles. The woman in the evening gown inserted a size 5 dildo in the female’s anus. Bidding again intensified, the female remained bent at the hip, ass exposed and juices obviously flowing down her thighs.

She was finally purchased, by a man in a dark Armani suit in the front row, for nine thousand five hundred dollars. The female was lead off the stage, dildo still in place. Her face showed no emotion, yet her eyes looked terrified. Was this man her new master? Or was he a buyer for someone else? Troy looked over to Mr. Diamond. He couldn’t see the entrepreneur’s face, but Savannah’s smile revealed Mr. Diamond’s pleasure.

The second female was someone Troy had never seen. He listened as the auctioneer once again proclaimed the female’s attributes. She too received a dildo anally and took a size 6 orally. The cheers were offered, by men and women. The atmosphere was truly surreal.

It was during the seventh female that Marcus made his way to Troy’s seat. He knelt by his chair and whispered. “Mr. Palmer, I am forever indebted to you. Please allow me to apologize for the way I have behaved in the past.”

Troy didn’t want to forgive this ass-hole, yet he hadn’t known about his and Nicole’s clandestine relationship. “Let’s just get this done, and then we can discuss your indebtedness.”

“She isn’t here.”

Troy stared at Marcus in disbelief. “What the fuck?”

“I don’t know what happened. But, I have personally seen all sixteen sluts, she isn’t one of them. Thank you for helping, but I guess something changed someone’s mind.”

Troy sighed. He really didn’t want to own Nicole, but on the other hand, watching this erotic display, time after time, he was starting to fantasize about his own personal slave. “Alright, I guess I will ease my way out of here.”

“Mr. Palmer, please wait through a few more slaves. If you leave immediately after I speak to you, I will be questioned.”

Troy smiled. “Perhaps I can now possess the necessary clearance to enter security.”

Marcus smiled and looked down. A very submissive gesture, difficult for a dominate. “Yes, Mr. Palmer, the paperwork has now been approved.” They both knew paperwork did not exist. The fabrication made the conversation easier.

“Thank you. By the way, I did not know about your… relationship. I understand your reaction.”

Marcus’s shoulders became square. “It is her job. We can discuss it over a beer sometime. Thank you again." With that, he rose to walk away. At the same time, the audience applauded. Apparently, number seven could take a size 6 anally. Troy looked up in time to see the woman in the evening gown insert the plastic dick into the exposed anus. He felt fairly certain that the beer and discussion involving Nicole, would never happen. Troy was alright with that.

His body relaxed as he watched number eight and number nine. He bid early on, knowing that someone would out bid him. Troy thought it made him seem less like a voyeur and more like a participant, if he occasionally bid.

Number ten was led to the stage. Troy intended to leave, but there was something about the redheaded female that caught his attention. Her vibrant hair had an obvious effect on the audience. That plus her intense blue eyes paralyzed Troy. Hell, it was after nine o’clock. He wasn’t in a hurry to get anywhere.

When the evening gown female, removed the velvet cape Troy fought his reflexes to remain seated. The redheaded, recently whipped female was Diana! The auctioneer referred to her as number ten. Nevertheless, Troy saw his fiancée. Her hair was different, her eyes had a faraway look, her body was thinner than he remembered, and there were various welts. But, with all of that, without question, it was Diana.

The preliminary bidding had begun. By the time Troy focused on the words around him, the bid was $7,000. The evening gowned female was inserting a size 4 dildo in Diana’s ass. Considerably smaller than earlier slaves, yet the auctioneer rambled about her recent transition, fun of training, and excitement of stretching… Troy continued to counter bid. A dark skinned gentleman in a silk suit continued to bid. Troy refused to be out bid. He was very thankful that Juliana convinced him to take the additional cash.

When all was said and done, Troy purchased his fiancée, Diana, for thirteen thousand two hundred dollars. He would owe Derek $3,200 but he didn’t care. His mind was having difficulty comprehending recent events.

It was when the auction worker approached and began to ask particulars that Troy realized he needed to see Liam. He needed to see him now!

Chapter Twelve

Immediately following the transaction, Troy texted Derek. Master Palmer had no intention, of personally taking Diana from the auction house. He would meet-up with her later. Now, he needed Derek and Dr. Sells’ help. Derek willingly agreed.

Troy paid $13,200 cash and arranged for pick-up by a female. The attendant seemed surprised, but Troy explained, “One slut is picking up another. I train my slaves well. There will not be a problem.” The male seemed satisfied.

Making his way through the newly fallen snow to his car, Troy ignored the cold condensation. In Chicago, a change in wind direction can cause a February flurry to become a lake-effect blizzard. The possibility of 10 to 12 inches unexpected accumulation didn’t change Troy’s directive. He didn’t care. His body temperature burned, and his vision turned red. One person filled his thoughts. Troy revved the high performance engine, and tried unsuccessfully to subdue his impulse to kill his
friend
.

***

The pretty receptionist attempted to stop Master Troy from entering Master Liam’s office. Instinctively recognizing her inability to stop the dominant, she begged, “Please, Master. Please allow me to announce your arrival.”

Troy didn’t want to take the time or feel the need to explain. “NO. You may go on break. Do not return for at least fifteen minutes.”

“But, Master, I must…” she fell to the ground, melting before the too powerful male. Troy remained silent, but his expression screamed authority. “Yes, Master." The female scurried away.

Troy didn’t knock; he opened Liam’s office door. His
friend
was leaning back in his large leather chair, enjoying the services of a slave. The bitch on her knees diligently worked Liam’s cock, worshipping and servicing. Obviously preoccupied, neither heard his entry.

Troy pulled the cock-sucking slut up by her hair. “You are done. Get the fuck out of here."

Liam started to speak, but suddenly was propelled back to sixth grade. Besieged by memories of Troy’s middle school assault, he stared at his friend. Liam could never have imagined that his thoughts were more accurately a prediction of the future, instead of memories from the past.

Troy followed the slut to the door, closed and locked it. Then he silently approached his seemingly baffled friend and without warning, cold cocked him.

Liam sputtered as he massaged his sore jaw. “What the fuck?”

Troy grabbed Liam by the nap of his shirt and lifted him to his feet. “You have the fucking audacity to ask me, what the fuck? When you took my fiancée, you not only took her, you fucking sold her!" Troy punched Liam again and again.

Finally, the heir apparent begged Troy for a reprieve. “Troy, stop, you don’t understand what the bitch did to you. I was just paying her back!”

Troy looked at his pathetic friend cowering in his plush leather chair. “I just fucking paid thirteen thousand dollars for my own god damn fiancée!"

Liam fought the realization – Troy now had Diana. “How did you know? How did you find out…?”

“Fucking seriously? You are worried about how I found out. You don’t seem too fucking concerned about what has and would have happened to her.”

Liam squared his shoulders, stood, and met Troy head on. “I know exactly what
has
happened to your fucking cunt. I have had my cock in her pussy for months. And, in the last two weeks it’s had lots of company!" Troy’s right hook once again made contact, this time landing Liam on the floor.

“All I need to do is call security and your ass will be out of here. Have you forgotten,” Liam spoke, as he once again tried to rise. “Have you forgotten that my father owns this establishment?”