The Black Onyx Pact (25 page)

«How is that possible? It's for Ruby members only, you cannot participate.» observes Asterix.

She sucks her lower lip, not knowing what to say and they immediately feel guilty for upsetting her. Obelix gives a gentle nudge to his friend and Asterix quick adds:

«Oh, how stupid, I forgot that a formal invitation by a member of the
sublime
could allow anyone to access at any event as a protege.»

«Yes, everything is fine», affirms Obelix, «don't worry. We will be happy to see you there.»

«Thank you, I'll be happy to see you again.» says Sibylle.

«And maybe we'll buy you as well.» asserts Asterix with a smile.

«I'm sorry, but I'm not the one that will be put up to auction, it will be Drakkar.»

«Oh!» they both exclaim in shock. «We cannot miss it, then! It will be an extraordinary event!»

They exchange some other polite words then they greet her with a fine hand-kiss. She continues to walk while they head to the opposite way. Sibylle comes to an ajar door and reads the paper on it: “
7
th Workshop on flogging
”.
Sibylle peeks inside and sees a small conference room with about thirty comfortable blue chairs, and there are many people listening intently, some also taking notes.
On stage there is an elegant man indicating in a professional manner the bare back of one of his male assistant.

«So
—
unlike the woman
—
a man can usually resist more whiplashes especially in this area.» he says touching some muscles. «No need to tell you that everything is relative, especially for what concerns the endurance of pain. It's true that there are some factors that can make one person more or less likely to receive it. And moreover we must count the release of certain substances by the human body, substances that allow us not only to bear the pain, but to enjoy the pleasure we get from it. To make sure that these chemical factors are activated we need to stimulate them, but we'll talk about it later. Now let's focus on the physical mechanisms: some good spots for whipping are here on the back, on the buttocks and on the thighs. Remember that if you are with a new partner you must first test his or her resistance to understand how hard you can hit. Do not
—
I repeat: do not!
—
listen to their words when they say that they are used to pain, that they love pain, that they can take anything. Ignore those words and always do the test! Begins hitting in crescendo and ask the partner to tell you from
1
to
10
how hard it was it. Then increase until you find his or her limit, which you always
—
and I repeat: always!
—
must respect. Now, let's see the different types of whips with which to play.»

Sibylle listens carefully for a long time, storing those interesting information. But at the end of the corridor a security man patrolling the floor looks at her with reproach. Sibylle pretends she didn't see him and walks to the opposite direction, entering in the next room. She closes the door behind her and looks at the room: it's a beautiful Baroque parlor. There are big paintings at the wall, wrought iron chandeliers, stylish furniture and three black velvet sofa on which are sitting eight women and three men, all dressed elegantly. They turn to look at her, and Sibylle notices just in that moment the colorful dildos each of them hold in their hands; some are playfully holding the dildos in their mouth while looking at her.

«Here,
madame
, have a seat.» says kindly a lady on her fifties, standing up and pointing an armchair.

«Er... is this the flogging workshop?» Sibylle asks, pretending to be in the wrong room.

«No, this is the weekly seminar on sex. Today's topic is the fellatio: “the power of the mouth”. The flogging workshop is in the next room to the left.»

«Oh, okay. Thank you.»

Sibylle opens the door and sees that the security man is gone, she is about to leave when she stops and closes the door again.

«Seminar on fellatio?» Sibylle asks, going back to them. «Where do I apply to join?»

«At the reception. Every Wednesday we talk about different topics on the male body. Next week we will talk about nipples' stimulation in men, which unfortunately is very underestimated. But if you want to participate to the specific one on fellatio, there will be another one on Monday.»

Sibylle thanks her, wish everybody a good day and goes back to the hall walking on the white carpet. At the end there is an open door and the paper on the door says: “
Selections for Miss Club D. Booty
”.

Sibylle peeks inside and sees many people sitting on wooden thrones busy in watching beautiful girls and women walking in their underwear on a catwalk. A man near the catwalk reads the particularities of each woman.
Someone touches Sibylle's arm and she turns to look at the man in red uniform at her side.

«Excuse me,
madame
, are you enlisted to perform too?» Sibylle think about it for a second.

«Uhm, yes.» she answers, surprising herself.

«Very well then. This way, please.»

Why she said yes? She doesn't know! Maybe it's the friendly atmosphere she breaths, or the playfulness mixed with sophistication. She cannot say. The only thing she can say is that she feels at ease in that place.

In the meantime, Saphir leaves the room in which she entered and sighs loudly when she sees the blue sofa empty. The woman shakes her head beginning the search of Sibylle.

After looking for her in almost every room she arrives at the right one. Sibylle just appeared on the catwalk and Saphir shakes her head. But she cannot deny that the young woman is incredibly beautiful and also genuinely fun. She is wearing a lovely pink lace lingerie. Seeing her delicate body Saphir understands why Drakkar likes Sibylle so much. Also those sitting on the thrones murmur in approval at the sight of that beautiful body.

«And here comes Améthyste,
Mesdames et Messieurs
.» announces the man next to the catwalk. «This precious beauty is a new member of the Pearl. Please, linger in her grace in walking, in the sinuosity of her movements, in the beauty of her face. She is magnificent indeed. Now
madame
Améthyste will turn around to show you her firm and smooth booty.»

Sibylle turns her back and all are fascinated by the perfection of her rear. Saphir raises an eyebrow: oh! Now it's completely clear why Drakkar wants her!
Sibylle puts her hands behind the head and begins to slowly move her lower body in a sensual way. She leans forward, gets up, lowers again, bending on her knees, shaking it a bit then moving it slowly in circles.

«Thank you,
madame
Améthyste, thank you, okay, yes, that's enough, please stop before the gentlemen fall from their chairs,
merci
.» jokes the man amused.

Sibylle turns around and blows a kiss collecting the euphoric applause of the audience. The she sees Saphir and greets her happily, getting down from the catwalk going to her while another woman begins to parade.
Saphir crosses her arms.

«Thank you for listening to me, I am touched. Could you go get dressed now, please?»

Sibylle runs to go get dressed.
A few minutes later the two women are heading to the upper floor. Saphir looks around suspiciously then stops.

«So, Drakkar told me about the auction and before I forget», she handles her two black velvet sachet, «in here there are three hundred crystal. I hope they will be enough.»

They start to walk again.

«Where are we going?» asks Sibylle curious.

«In order of being comfortable in the role of the dominant you need to know the correct etiquette. We are going to meet a lovely lady who will explain to you all you need to know to play perfectly your role. She'll teach you how to speak, how to move, how to look, how to understand the desire and the limits of a man. Drakkar knows well these kind of role playing, and be sure he will serve you devotedly, so you need to be ready for the evening, for him. A perfect slave needs a perfect Mistress.»

Sibylle stops and sighs.

«Saphir, wait
—
I don't know if I like this role-playing, I have doubts.»
«Tell me, dear, what's bothering you?»
«I don't know if I like the idea of Drakkar as my slave.»

Saphir looks at her and smiles.

«That's simple, dear, you just need to imagine. Now, close your eyes and think of Drakkar.» Sibylle closes her eyes and thinks of him. «Do you see him? Do you see his impressive body, his big thighs, his strong arms, his massive chest? Do you see his majesty, his fiery eyes? Do you see his impetuosity, his strength, his bestiality?»

«Oh yes, I do.» whispers Sibylle.

«Good. Now imagine this giant, naked, kneeling at your feet, maybe tied, and with a leash around his neck. His pride quelled, with the sole desire to satisfy your requests, ready to obey your orders. Tell me how do you feel?»

Sibylle licks her own lips and grabs Saphir's arm widening her eyes.

«Take me to the
‘
lovely lady
’
, now!»

“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.”

—
Lao Tzu

~

The night of the auction arrives, but Sibylle hasn't arrived at the Palace yet. In the beautiful room reserved for the auction there are nine men and seven women, chatting amiably with each other, creating a soft buzz. They are all dressed elegantly and almost all of them are masked. The women wear fine lace masks while the men wear more rigid masks. Except two men on the left who don't wear any mask, and two men who are wearing funny animal masks: a raccoon and a pig.

The large room is luxuriously furnished. There are great windows hidden by ivory brocade curtains; elegant Persian rugs that add a touch of warmth with their red color; there are also elegant sofas in Louis XV style with silver edges, and positioned all around the large rug at the center. There are tables, vases with beautiful fresh flowers, crystal wine glasses and bottles of champagne.

The auctioneer
— a
distinguished man of about sixty years old
—
enters the room. He greets everyone and goes behind a wooden lectern where there is placed a little auction hammer on it. He hits it three times on the lectern to silence the murmur and begins to read the list to summarize the
gems
on sale that evening: three women and one man. People are invited to sit, but someone prefers to stand up.

«The first
gem
may enter
.
» orders the auctioneer.

From a side door enters a man wearing a pair of black leather pants, a pair of heavy boots and a latex hood with only two holes for the eyes. He is bare chested and is gently pulling the leash of a beautiful woman who walks upright. She is barefoot and wears only a white satin chemise, a lovely black lace collar and a red lace mask, which enhances her piercing hazel eyes. She is
—
of course
—
wearing a ring with a ruby. Her hair is brown, wavy and shoulder-length, which contrasts so adorably with her white skin.

«Here's Nymphe. This rare beauty is available for men only. Please, gentlemen, look at her smooth body, admire her finest face.»

The man holding the leash moves behind her, grabs her by the shoulders and makes her turn to face each of the three sides, for everyone to see. The men sitting and those standing politely comment about her beauty. Some women seem to appreciate her too, a bit sad that she has asked to be
‘
bought
’
by men only.

«Please, gentlemen, touch her silky hair and her velvety skin. Imagine this delicate body all for you, imagine this creature satisfy your desires.» continues the auctioneer.

The two men without a mask approach and touch her on the back, on the arms, observing and admiring her pale skin. When they're done they return to their place nodding satisfied.

«Gentlemen, you are free to linger for a few more minutes before the auction begins.»

A man with a black mask, sitting on the couch on the left, motion the man holding the girl's leash to bring her closer. Nymphe is gently pushed in front of him.

That man is Tarasque, Drakkar's best friends, an imposing and handsome man with dark hair and deep blue eyes. He is dressed totally in black, even the shirt and tie.

He stares at Nymphe's face while lifting the chemise to touch her thigh. He smiles when the girl gasps.

«On your knees.» orders Tarasque with his warm and calm voice.

She obeys graciously. Once on her knees in front of him, the man caresses her face and lips.

«Open your mouth.» he commands again.

She obeys staring into his eyes. The man sticks a finger in her mouth while the auctioneer claims: