SWNOVELS 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 flash 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 clatter 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 clamps 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 collapsed 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 the large
wet puddle that was at my feet.
For the last 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
overstimulation 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 placed in a worm thi that smelled of vanilla. I rested against Charlie’s
then thng 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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108: Painting a Canvas
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 glass sat in his hand. Two of his purchases sat at his feet,
their head bowed in submission and the chains to their ne collars rested on his lap.
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 slave 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.
“Nicholas! Good to see you, my friend.” He reached his right hand over and shook the man’s hand.
“Likewise Dimitry,” Nicholas 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 a laugh.
“You back in the game?” Nicholas asked quietly as a server brought another round of drinks.
“I never left” Dimitry responded. Nicholas hummed while watching the next girl come 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.” Nicolas 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 collar around her neck and Nicholas 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.” Nicholas said with
gumption.
Thank you, my friend. I plan 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. Nicholas chuckled and left with an evil grin. He too had a grudge against the self–
proclaimed Kings of the Mafia. They ruined him in the Americas and he was itching for payback.
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 collar 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!” Dimitry commanded to the girl, tugging her new collar 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 complied trying to hold back
her sobs..
The rest of the auction went smoothly as always. He walked out with six beautiful slaves 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 reluctantly complied 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 plans 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
blatant 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 and lay 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 collapsed 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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108: Painting a Canvas
Or so he thought.
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