Thursday, June 19, 2014

Love of Brute: Self Bondage Gone Awry

Pain games. Edge play. Cutting. Self bondage.

The best was self bondage. Elise found great satisfaction from the thrill, the danger, the helpless feeling of being bound and unable to move. There were so few others that understood, and it was hard to just trust a guy with it. There was something about the danger in it that raised her physical awareness, made her excited and stimulated her erotically.

After a while she started riskier and riskier moves. Each time was better than the last, and drove her to try more and more unusual and exciting thrills. The current plan had been hatching in her mind for a few weeks, and she had begun the implementation a few days before.

In the woods off the back road where she had played some outdoor self bondage scenarios in the past, she had buried several glass jars with the top exposed through the dirt. Over the last two days a number of bugs had fallen into the jars and been unable to climb up the slippery glass walls to get out. She had a nice collection of nasties.

Pulling the jars out of the ground she observed her collection.  A few fire ants. Two scorpions. A stink bug. Three things that looked like roaches but had weird pincers. Several beetles, and a number of small spiders. She suspected there had been more bugs in her jars, but some bugs had eaten the others.

Placing the jars on the ground Elise took out the rubber glove. Holding the opening of the glove wide she slipped it over the top of one of the jars, turned it upside down and shook. Bugs went tumbling down from the jar into the glove.  She repeated this with each of the jars until all her captured bugs were inside the rubber glove. When she was done, the glove moved, seethed, bulged with a variety of nasty specimens, none happy with their new situation. She twisted the rubber glove's opening at the wrist and tied it off, trapping the bugs inside.

She was wearing a short skirt, important not only for access but for the sensual feeling it gave her to expose her smooth shapely legs. She thought about how much more exciting it would be if someone was there to watch what she was doing. Several guys had eyed her incredibly short skirt and legs earlier in the day, and it made her feel aroused to remember.

Elise sat on the ground with her back straight and pressed against a tree, spread her legs wide and raised her skirt. Slipping her panties down to her knees she exposed her pussy. She rubbed it a few times with her left hand, feeling the pleasure and anticipation.

Lubricating the opening to her vagina with a commercial lube, she then took the rubber glove and began pushing it up inside. She shuddered as she felt the bugs roiling and squirming inside, but the rubber protected her sensitive vaginal walls.  Surprisingly, it wasn't that easy getting the rubber glove inside. Even lubed, the thing was large, stuffed with bugs and wasn't stiff enough to get inside easily.

With some effort, Elise shoved and pushed until the rubber glove filled with the bugs and beetles was deep inside her vagina. Once again she shuddered, eyes closing and head rolling back. The feeling of having the squirming horrible things inside her vagina made her at once sick and excited. The sensation was incredible. She sat for a moment, just feeling the wriggling, rippling mass inside her most intimate part.

Next, the final phase. She needed to recapture the feeling of losing control. To be invaded by disgusting filth and to have no ability to stop it.

Elise produced a set of handcuffs, snapping one around her left wrist tight enough to be secure but not so tight as to cut off circulation. Already Elise felt her heart beating rapidly, the familiar excitement flushing her body. Combined with the revolting mix of squirming insects shoved up her vagina, she felt ready to orgasm. But no... not yet.

With her back still against the tree Elise reached her arms in back of her, bringing the wrists together. With a smooth practiced motion she snapped the other side of the handcuffs over her right wrist. As the cuff snapped into place she was secured, unable to get away. Wrists twisted behind her, arms wrapped around the tree, she sat with her back against the tree, legs splayed out in front of her, the top two buttons of her blouse undone, skirt raised high.

The key to the cuffs was in a tiny plastic bag taped to the chain that connected the right and lefts cuffs. She could reach it with some effort, but she left it in place for a while. The bugs squirmed. She squirmed. She moved her hips and felt her breathing become more rapid. A cool breeze drifted across her bare skin, reminding her of just how exposed her legs and hips were. She had shaved that morning and her legs felt cool, smooth. She felt sexy and depraved at the same time.

There was a sharp pain inside her cunt. What had happened? She gasped, and jerked against the cuffs. Her arms really were wrapped tightly against the tree trunk; there was little room to move. The pain was easing, but her arousal and excitement remained. This was one of the best games she had ever played. She wanted it to go on a bit longer.

A second sharp pain. Elise let out a short scream. One of the bugs had pinched her through the rubber. She couldn't tell exactly what had happened, but it hurt. She began to move her hands to reach the tiny plastic bag with the key. It wasn't easy, she could feel it with the tips of her fingers, but getting it free was difficult. It was supposed to be difficult; feeling helpless and defiled was part of the thrill. She twisted and moved and finally got two fingers on the plastic and began pulling.

"AAAAHHHH!!!" Elise suddenly screamed. Something had gotten through the rubber and bitten or stung her inside. She jerked as she screamed, thrusting her hips up in the air, wriggling in reaction to the pain.

At the same time her fingers jerked the plastic bag free... and then lost their grip. The key went tumbling to the ground.

In a panic accompanied by increasing stinging deep inside her cunt, Elise lowered her hands as far as they would go, scrabbling around the base of the tree, trying to find the dropped key. She was sweating now, the pain and panic getting to her. Fear mixed with arousal and ugly tickling feelings of tiny legs and pincers crawling out of a hole in the rubber, grabbing the moist wet walls of her inner vagina.

The key was gone. She tried for an hour to search, but it had fallen outside the reach of her handcuffed hands.

The bugs slowly but surely clawed and ate their way out of the rubber glove and into Elise's vagina. Finding one way out blocked by the rubber glove, the squirming insects crawled deeper inside her, biting, clawing, and stinging as they went. Elise screamed and screamed until her throat was too hoarse to scream any more. Her body writhed in obscene movements, hips thrusting high in the air and then collapsing down into the dirt. She slid her ass back and forth, spread her legs wide and pushed, trying to expel that rubber glove if she were giving birth to a hideous child.

Sweat poured down her face and body. After a while her screams subsided into sobs that slowly quieted to rasping, uneven breathing. Her legs continued to jerk and spasms contorted her body with the progress of the bugs as they ate her insides.

Elise was still alive when they found her two days later. Many of the insects were still alive, though many were dead. They carried the semi-conscious form of the teenage girl to an ambulance, and took her to a hospital.

She survived, but not entirely intact.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Sold Into Slavery: Transport and Storage

Part One Here
Part Two Here

Mr. Hauser led Stephanie from the room. Stephanie had no idea where they were going; with the hood over her head she was completely depending on Mr. Hauser guiding her. She shivered; the air was cold and she was naked, though she hardly noticed that any more. She just knew it was cold.

They walked a short way and then halted. Stephanie had a little trouble breathing in the hood, but long slow breaths helped. Not being able to see made her feel incredibly vulnerable. With the noises in the room, there could have been several people there, observing her standing naked. She could have been in an auditorium for all she knew, with a crowd observing her. She hunched over, feeling helpless.

Mr. Hauser spoke to Stephanie. "You are to be transported to a new location for more intensive training. Please cooperate with Miss Alma; she will be dressing you an a traditional slave's training gear and then boxing you for shipment. As you know by now, disobedience or hesitation can be punished quite severely."

Stephanie's heart plunged, her stomach turned in fear. She was to be transported.. but where? And she had caught the words boxed for shipment... what did that mean??? But she nodded her head. Ideas of escape still flittered through her mind, but she knew she had to bide her time. Go along, wait until the right moment.

A woman's voice next to her, probably Alma, "I will remove your hood. If you assist me peacefully, this will go well. If you resist, the hood will go back on and I will call others to force you into your training garb."

With this, the hood was removed and Stephanie shook her head to get the mussed hair out of her face. Alma was a tall, thin, stern looking woman wearing tight leather clothing. Mr. Hauser was seated to the side, watching the process.

"Mr. Hauser", Stephanie said humbly, head bowed,  "No disrespect is meant but do you understand that I have money? I mean, in my own country, I have a lot of money and I can transfer it to --"

A stinging slap knocked Stephanie sideways; Alma had hit her with the open palm of her hand. Stephanie reeled from the blow, amazed and shocked at how powerful a simple slap could be. After gasping from the pain, a few tears trickled down and she became silent.

Alma took a large black single garment and held it in front of Stephanie. It was made of something that looked like leather, but was shinier, more supple. Stephanie obediently stepped forward, her legs sliding into the legs of the garment with some difficulty. It was too small for her. She struggled, Alma pushing and pulling until the legs were in place.

"I... I think this is too small..." Stephanie said in a small voice.

"This training garment is exactly your size. It is designed to be form fitting. Slide your arms in."

Stephanie did as instructed, pushing herself into the tight fitting black covering. The material looked like leather but stretched and conformed tightly to her body like rubber. It made her claustrophobic. It was like being wrapped in tight fitting bandages, becoming a mummy. She was clothed, but still felt naked. The material actually pressed and cut into the slit of her pussy, giving her an obvious camel toe.

"Sit here." Alma indicated a large crate marked "Fragile". Stephanie sat, the clothing moving with her movements, though still quite tight. Alma knelt before her, taking one bare foot in her hand and sliding a boot onto it. It was like no boot Stephanie had ever seen; high, laced, with a spiked heel that rose at least six inches. Her foot was forced into a pointed position, and she noticed the end of the boot was like a ballet toe shoe. The other boot went on, laces were tightened and Stephanie was told to stand.

It was almost impossible. She was standing on her toes, like she had done when in ballet at the age of 5, but the boots forced her feet into that position. She wobbled, almost fell over but steadied herself. Stephanie began crying, small tears trickling down her cheeks. What was happening to her?

Gloves were next; long black tight fitting gloves. It was a struggle getting them on they were so tight. When they finally were on and extended all the way up to her elbows, she found her fingers would only move grudgingly. The tight material resisted movement and she couldn't imagine doing anything with them. It sunk in that the impossibility of moving her fingers, there was no way she would be able to remove any part of her outfit. She was stuck inside this black leather cocoon, dependent on others now. Completely.

"Arms behind back." Alma instructed as she also grabbed and pushed Stephanie's arms behind her back.

Mr. Hauser was sitting, smoking a cigarette as she watched the process. Stephanie realized how much pleasure he was deriving from watching her slow encasement in this weird immobilizing clothing.

Alma slid some sort of material over both of Stephanie's arms, behind her back. At first it felt like a bag, or loose covering. But as it slid up it narrowed, forcing Stephanie's arms together, smashing wrists against each other, until the pliant leather cover reached her upper arms, her elbows almost touching. Stephanie gasped, the strain on her shoulders causing cramps, and she struggled briefly. It was to no avail, the device was on her arms, and Alma was quickly fastening a strap around her shoulders which prevented Stephanie from wriggling out of the tight, constraining arm binder.

But it wasn't over; Alma began tightening the laces on the arm binder, pressing her arms closer and closer together until with a moan of pain Stephanie's elbows pressed hard together. The muscles in her shoulders stretched painfully, and she whimpered a the laces of the binder were tied off and tucked away. At each step of this dressing Stephanie felt more and more helpless.

Standing now on her ballet bondage boots, Stephanie wobbled precariously. Alma led her forward to present to Mr. Hauser for approval. The man checked the fit of the clothing, checking that it was tight and smooth in all locations. Stephanie winced when he ran his fingers between her legs, checking the incredibly tight fit in her crotch which created an obvious camel toe.

"Good, Alma. I am pleased. Finish up and then get her packed for transport."

Alma produced a strange looking floppy leather bag, which appeared harmless until she stretched it out and raised it over Stephanie's head. It was a leather hood, and it was descending down toward her head. She panicked, terrified of being trapped and suffocated, and tried to get away. But she wasn't used to wearing ballet boots as yet, and it only took one step before she fell to her knees, the creases in her tight fitting, stiff clothing cutting painfully into her flesh. She cried out.

"AAaaaahhhhhh! No, please! I can't do that, I can't, I can't!"

"Of course you can," Alma said calmly, and slid the hood down over Stephanie's head.

The hood had no mouth or eye holes. It barely had breathing holes for her nostrils. It form fitted her head tightly, and buckles were pulled tight in the back that pressed the leather against Stephanie's face and head. Her hearing was muffled, and she was blind. Tears continued to flow from her eyes, pooling in tiny gaps between her flesh and the tight leather around her eye sockets. She tried to cry out, but was unable to open her mouth, the hood was so tight.

Unable to feel anything around her because of the complete and total leather covering surrounding her body, unable to hear or see because of the hood, Stephanie was shaking and terrified. Should could feel the hands on her body, though, through her clothing, as they touched her breasts, adjusted the fit of leather around her crotch, and then forced her forward. She was lifted up by strong hands and then lowered into something that had ridges form fitting certain critical points in her body.

It hurt.

Stephanie's body had been placed into the large crate which had form fitting cutouts to hold her body in place. As she lay in position slats of wood were slid into place over her, bracing and holding her in place, absolutely still. The slats held her head, chest, hips, and legs steady, preventing movement. Her legs were bent all the way back, and then secondary slats were placed over the top of her body, securing her so that she could not move.

The form fitting tight black leather writhed slightly as she breathed, sobbing, and struggled what small amount she could. The wood slats might keep her motionless during transport, but they also dug into her flesh, creating a constant dull suffering.

A lid was placed on the crate and nailed shut. Stephanie was cargo, ready to be shipped.

Time was a blur. From the motion, Stephanie suspected she was on a truck. Once or twice she thought she heard human like sounds, and wondered if her crate was being transported with other hapless women like herself.  There were stops. Movement of the crate. One long stop, which made her panic once again.

How long had it been? Days? She had peed in her suit, unable to hold it in, with the resulting irritation spreading through her crotch and thighs. Considering she had only peed once, it probably wasn't more than a few hours when the truck stopped and with a loud screeching of wood on metal her crate was dragged from the truck and dumped upright.

The crate then tilted and moved as if it was being rolled on a hand truck. She was then suddenly dropped on her side with a jolt. In the distance she could just hear someone yelling, "Hey, be careful! Thats..." and then the sound was muffled. Moments later the crate was being pried open with a crowbar.

Several rough hands lifted Stephanie out of the crate. Pain shot through her legs as they tried to stretch from their bent position and she cried out, almost screaming. There were hands all over her body now, touching, feeling, stroking. She tried to move away from them but couldn't.

Finally, she felt the straps holding her hood in place loosen and then the leather pulled off her head. She gasped for air, breathing well for the first time in hours. She couldn't see, the light was far too bright, and she squinted, blinded.

"Walk with me," said a rough man's voice next to her, as a strong hand took her arm, guiding her forward. Forced to slide forward on tip toe because of her boots, Stephanie wobbled along as best she could. When she slipped, the strong hand held her up and urged her forward. Her eyes adjusted, and she saw she was in a large wooden barn like place. Chains and heavy metal cages were scattered in various parts of the room.

"Where am I? What are you doing to me?" Stephanie was finally able to form words.

"This is a storage facility. You are being placed in storage." The rough man had several days of beard growth, a flabby face but strong arms.

"What? Why? What does that mean?"

The rough man laughed. "You will understand. Don't worry, it shouldn't be for too long, a nice pretty one like you. Let's get you undressed."

Stephanie felt her heart leap at the mention of getting the horribly restrictive and painful form fitting outfit off. As the man slowly removed her armbinder and then removed her tight fitting leather top, she thought of how much she had changed in just ... what was it, a few days?

Since coming to Malsi, she had had sex with maybe 10 men. She couldn't even keep track. There was Kevin of course, at the hotel, the first night. Then Mr. Jackson, at the business meeting. Had there been someone else then? She wondered, she couldn't remember. Then she remembered begging for men to fuck her in the breeding chamber, rather than endure the torture of tit shocks when they chose someone else. Now she was in a completely unknown place, begging to be stripped naked.

Ballet boots came off, then the leather pants. Being naked felt like such a beautiful relief, it didn't even cross her mind she was being felt up by a squalid, ugly stranger. Calloused hands ran over her perfect body, feeling her breasts and ass, finally sliding between her legs and grabbing her soft folds of flesh.

"This way," the man grunted, and pulled Stephanie over to the side of the room, pushing her toward a cage. Being confined was almost expected, but as she climbed into the cage she realized just how tiny it was. As tall as she was, it was barely wide enough for her arms.

"Oh... please... this isn't... this is too small! I won't fit! Oh My God!!!!" Stephanie suddenly panicked as the door of the cage swung shut in front of her. Not only was the cage barely wide enough for her to fit her arms in, it wasn't deep enough for her body! Stephanie was slim and healthy, but the cage door pressed hard against the front of her body, and her breasts pushed out though the cage openings. It was like a heavy metal coffin, except... well, smaller. Tighter. She was held tightly, almost motionless in the cage.

"You will do fine, dear. They all do."

"Who? Who else?" Stephanie was pleading.

"All the other girls in storage. There, there, there." The gruff man pointed to where chains descended from the ceiling down into wooden panels in the floor. At first, Stephanie struggled to comprehend. There were no other girls here. What was he talking about?

Then the man removed a wooden panel beneath her cage revealing a dark hole, and released a chain at the top of her cage, causing it to descend slowly, very slowly into the hole.  Then she understood. Storage. Other girls in storage. In cages, beneath the floor.

She was to remain in this coffin-like cage, buried in a hole in the ground in this horrible place. Stored.

Stephanie screamed. Then she began pleading, babbling. "Please, no. Please don't do this. I will die. I can't go down there, please don't make me, I will do anything, anything, please, just... don't..."

The cage stopped halfway into the hole. Stephanie looked out, eye level with the gross man's waist.

"Well... I suppose I could hold you up here for a bit. As long as you are amusing me. Gotta give me a reason to keep you above ground, ya know." The man unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge, smelly, erect cock.

Tears streamed down Stephanie's face as she opened her mouth and took the foul tasting rod into her mouth. The man pushed in and out, as her head was unable to move inside the cage. He shoved deep, as she simply held her mouth open. He pushed down her throat, causing her to gag. Every second he was inside her was time she delayed her descent into the hole. It was a fair trade.

He came. Pulsing, shoving, he dumped a load deep inside her throat. She swallowed, not even thinking about the humiliation. She no longer cared. She would do anything, anyone asked of her. But then he was done, and the cage began slowly lowering again.

"PLEASE!!!!! I did it, I will do you some more, please don't!!!!" Stephanie begged.  The man pinched her nipples as she descended, but kept lowering her down. The blackness of the hole seemed to slowly immerse her in a cold liquid, the absence of light.

"Ya know, there are spiders down there. And some other bugs, I dunno their name." The man said and then laughed as Stephanie's panic and turned to hysteria.

At last, Stephanie was all the way into the hole. The man slipped a plastic tube down through the cage, right next to her face. "That's yer feedin' tube. Whenever ya get hungry or thirsty. See ya later. Maybe."

A laugh from the man was followed by a clunking noise as the wooden cover slid over her black hole. Stephanie sobbed in the darkness, unable to move, unable to think. A small bit of light was let in through a small hole above, through which the feeding tube descended. Then the light went out and it was completely dark.

Stephanie was in storage.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Inquisition: Breaking on the Wheel

Olivia sat numbly in the cold stone cell, shocked and unable to understand what would happen to her very soon.  The commander had given the order the day before; it had been upheld by the local council.

Olivia was 20 years old; old enough to know better than to consort and assist the highwaymen. But she had a man. Her man was in the gang of robbers. She was with him as if he were her husband. She used her young sensual body and pretty face to get men to stop along the roads. Her man's gang did the rest, robbing and sometimes beating the traveler.

Now she was caught. The traditional, approved punishment for highwaymen? Breaking on the wheel. An agonizing, slow, public death. It was unusual for a woman to be put to death in this way, but she was considered one of the robbers, and the garrison commander had given the orders.

Last night the commander had visited her in her cell. She thought at first that he had come to tell her he had changed his mind. But instead, he simply pushed her down onto the dirt floor of the cell and tore her clothing. She struggled, but he was too strong. He forced her legs apart, positioning his body between them and then plunged his hardened member deep inside her. Once he was inside her, she went limp, accepting her fate.

The commander held her hands above her head, grunted and enjoyed her body with increasingly frantic thrusts. With a final cry, he spurt his seed inside her, then withdrew. Olivia rolled over, crying softly, believing that this ordeal, at least was over.

She was wrong. During the night several more of the garrison soldiers came to her cell, each one eager to taste the soft flesh of a young girl condemned to die the next day. Some were brutal when she struggled, slamming her against the wall. Two soldiers would hold her arms and legs wide, allowing easy access as another fucked her hard. When one was done, they would change positions, allowing another the chance to satisfy himself.

By the time the sun rose pink in the cold winter sky outside the barred window, Olivia's clothes were torn, useless and discarded. Her beautiful young body was bruised, and semen dried where it had dripped from the hole between her legs down her inner thighs.

"It is time," the heavy prison door opened and the head guard stepped in. Olivia sat staring at him blankly. He grabbed her arm and lifted her up, dragging her out of the cell to the corridor, where several other soldiers stood to escort her. She didn't know where they would take her, though she had some vague idea what would happen.

As she trudged along, one of the guards caressed her naked breast and said to another guard, "It's too bad she is going to the wheel. It has been some time since we have had a prisoner this luscious."

"Did you get to taste her last night?" the other guard asked.

"No! My wife had me trapped at home!" The guards laughed.

"Take her on the wheel, then if you want."

The guard nodded, gazing at Olivia's strong, naked, young body.

They gathered outside, on a small hill just outside the prison. A very large wagon wheel lay on the ground. Olivia stood next to it, shivering in the cold. There was snow on the ground, her feet were numb and she asked for a cloak to keep her warm. The guards laughed.

"You don't want a cloak. You want to die. As fast as possible. Trust me," said one of the guards.

They were waiting for the commander, just standing by the heavy wheel. Olivia tried to savor these last few moments of life, shaking naked in the cold winter sun.

The guard who had not had been trapped at home decided it was time to take her.  Other guards grabbed her and pulled her over the wheel, stretching her body. Olivia twisted and fought, trying to get loose. The guard revealed a huge member standing straight out from his groin, knelt between her spread legs, and shoved some snow into her womanhood to help lubricate. Olivia had never felt as violated as she did at that moment, a toy, being used while waiting for the commander to arrive.

The guard took her, tearing her delicate flesh with his size, pushing and thrusting deep inside her. Her arms and legs were pulled apart, stretched to their limit. It felt like they would pop out of their sockets, and the pain made her cry out as much as the indignity of being gang raped. It didn't take him long to grunt to a climax, which was a good thing for as he stood, the commander arrived.

"Ah, I see you have her stretched and ready. Very good. Altus, would you please begin breaking her?" The commander nodded at the soldier that normally oversaw executions.

Olivia was held above the wheel in the same position as when she had been raped, unable to move. Her arms and legs stretched over the wood beams of the wheel. Altus had a large, heavy looking length of wood in his hands. Other soldiers held her right arm carefully in place over the edge of the wheel.  Grasping the heavy club firmly, Altus raised it above his head.

Olivia screamed as the wood club whistled through the air, descending and impacting her right upper arm next to where it crossed the outside of the wheel. The bones in her arm broke, shattering with sickening crack. Her arm bent at an extremely odd angle. The pain ripped through her consciousness, and she screamed again.


The soldiers continued their terrible work. Altus shifted to her left arm, positioning it over the wood spokes of the wheel. Another blow, and Olivia's left arm bend and cracked at a different angle from her right.  The pain was overpowering, Olivia continued scr

eaming, unaware of how the soldiers holding her legs were feeling up her thighs, probing the slick moistness of her womanhood.

Even with both arms broken, Olivia looked lovely laying naked on the wheel. Her breasts stood firm, rising like two hills covered in snow. Her nipples were small and hard from the cold. The soft folds of her genitals were moist and glistening from recent sex, and her flat stomach showed muscles as she screamed. She flailed and struggled, trying to get away, but to no avail. She was held down.

Attention was focused on Olivia's legs. More beautiful legs were not to be found. Smooth and soft, shapely yet strong, they struggled against the guard's grip as she writhed.

"Get the left one still. I am going to use the other wheel and roll it over her, breaking more. Come on, get that leg!" Altus was ordering, annoyed. He lifted a second wheel, smaller than the one Olivia was tied to, and held it above the poor naked twisting girl.

Olivia's left leg was held relatively motionless over the spokes and outer wheel, and Altus raised the other wheel and brought it down with a rolling motion. A dulled but audible crunch was heard as it came down on the knee, shattering the bones and separating the shin and femur. The woman's left leg now pointed the wrong way, the shin rising up instead of folding back.  The unnatural sight made a couple of the guards turn away. The wheel continued to move, rolling across her lower extremities, smashing bone as it went.

Olivia's screaming dulled somewhat and she lost bladder control. The snow below her turned yellow as Altus repositioned to the right leg. With three of her limbs now shattered, the condemned woman's struggles were subdued, though she still jerked and moved instinctively.

The sickening crunch came again as her right knee was broken.

"Hold it! There, at the ankle!" Altus barked orders.  He wasn't done.  The wheel kept rolling, breaking the shin bone, further mangling the poor woman's limbs. The upper wheel continued, rolling over and smashing her left leg.

"Almost done." Altus stopped for a rest and surveyed his work. He didn't necessarily enjoy being the executioner, though there was a certain satisfaction in seeing criminals meet their just reward. But this time, it was a remarkably beautiful woman, and the sight of her beautiful body, contrasted with her bloodied and broken limbs... well, it had it's appeal.

Altus positioned himself once again above the woman's right arm, which had slipped down between the spokes of the wheel. "Grab it. Pull it out!"

As Olivia's arm was stretched she screamed actively again; the broken bones were being pulled apart. It was the least of her pain, for the edge of the wheel descended and smashed her humerus. Olivia was able to see her arm laying on the wheel, jagged bone protruding from her flesh where the arm went off at an odd angle, and then bent again back on itself as if it were an accordion. The final blow to her left arm came, and she fainted.

Unfortunately, Olivia wasn't unconscious for long. Searing agony from her left leg greeted her, jolting her back to consciousness. The guards were pulling, yanking, bending the smashed limb into extremely unnatural angles, pushing it up toward her body, under a spoke of the wheel. They threaded the unnaturally flexible limb under and over two of the spokes.

Olivia had continued to attempt thrashing around, what else could she do? Her limbs were a smashed, pulpy mess, but her body was intact. She still breathed, screamed, could see the sky, and smell the blood and sweat.

Her right leg was also twisted and jammed between the spokes. Thrashing about ceased to be an option. Olivia no longer had the strength, and her lower limbs were secured to the wheel, threaded in place. Movement just pulled the bones and caused them to cut through more flesh. The pain weakened her now to where she offered no resistance as her arms were threaded through spokes.

Panting in agony, Olivia lay on the wheel, firmly woven into the gaps of the wheel. She no longer looked real; she had taken on the appearance of a broken doll. Her face and body were still beautiful, laying motionless on the center of the great wagon wheel.

They lifted the wheel up then; she was raised into the sky. The wheel was placed on a post so that Olivia suffered above those who gather to see her. She lay on the wheel, not able to move, though her moans and pleadings continued throughout the day.

Breaking on the wheel was a warning. As many as could were bidden to come see and observe the sufferings of the girl who had dared become a highwayman. All marveled at the obvious and continuing agony during the day.

The blood and meat of Olivia's smashed limbs attracted carrion birds who circled above at first. She was actually able to see them gliding above, looking at her. She lay in her world of pain, sometimes crying, sometimes pleading for death.  Late in the afternoon, the birds landed on the wheel and began pecking. She lived, but she was slowly turned into food.

Olivia was still alive, laying on the wheel, the next morning. Some of the flesh around her broken bones was pecked clean, and one bird had tried to peck out an eye. Yet, she still lived, laying motionless above the main road on which she had lured travelers just the week before.

Two days passed before the commander ordered the coup de grĂ¢ce. Altus the executioner took the heavy club and brought it down hard on the chest of the suffering woman, breaking her sternum and ribs which penetrated her heart and lungs. Barely 5 minutes later she was dead.

They left Olivia on the wheel by the road for a month after she died. The warning worked, for a while. The highwaymen left the area, moving away, or finding some other way of making money.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Sold Into Slavery: Sperm Repository

Part One Here
Part Three Here

The car bumped along in traffic for a good half hour before the road smoothed. Stephanie lay crunched in the trunk of the limo, wondering where she was being taken. Sounds outside slowly changed from the bustle of the city to quieter roads, as if they were going into the country. There were fewer stops, and the road curved back and forth.

Stephanie struggled against the handcuffs which held her arms behind her, but to no avail. There was no way she was getting out of them. She felt around behind her, but the trunk was clean. No chance of a tool or other device to help her. Her eyes adjusted to the light, but there was so little seeping in through cracks she could still make nothing out.

Turning so her feet faced the back of the car, she kicked the trunk lid several times. Her bare feet slammed into the metal braces of the lid and bruised her flesh. After the third kick she gave up; the metal wasn't budging and her feet were in pain from the sharp edges that she smashed into. Stephanie became painfully aware that she was completely naked, without even the benefit of basic shoes.

Laying quietly for a moment she assessed her situation. She was naked, not a single of item of clothing or jewelry on her, stuffed in a trunk of a car owned by a man she hardly knew. She had inadvertently allowed herself to be sold into slavery in a foreign land, and had no idea where she was being taken. Even if she could escape, where would she go? The Embassy? Where was that, and how could she get there? Her friend and business partner was the only person she knew in the city and he had betrayed her.

Suddenly, despair and fear overwhelmed her and she cried, sobbing in the dark.

The limo turned and drove over a gravel road. She sensed the journey was coming to an end and tried to think what she might do, how she might escape. Wait... wait and see where she was. There really was very little she could do at this point; the country of Malsi accepted women as slaves by virtue of their gender and she would just have to wait, observe, and find an opening.

The car was on concrete again and then glided to a stop. Sounds of doors slamming, people talking. Then quiet. She was left alone, naked and helpless in the back of the car! She screamed, kicked, and as if in response to her brief panic the trunk lid popped and light streamed in.

Stephanie blinked, letting her eyes adjust. While still dazed, strong hands reached in and lifted her out of the trunk, setting her on her feet. One man and one woman stood next to her, steadying her. The woman was clothed; Stephanie suddenly felt terribly alone and vulnerable, standing naked next to two clothed people. She lowered her head, tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Follow me, Stephanie. I will show you to your temporary situation. Please cooperate, it will go a lot easier if you do. I say this for your benefit, to help you." The woman sounded kind. Stephanie observed she was a pretty woman of about 30, dressed in jeans and a nice silk top. The only jewelry she wore was a very thin, shiny collar, similar to a choker but made of metal and decorated with a single sapphire pendant. The woman first removed Stephanie's gag and then took her firmly by the arm and guided her stumbling out of what appeared to be a rather large garage.

They went through a door and down a marble tiled hall that felt cold to her bare feet, which in turn reminded her of her nudity and vulnerability. Beautiful artwork decorated the walls, and lighting was subdued and elegant. It was obvious she was entering a beautiful and expensive home that was very large. They paused before a plain wooden door that was unlocked with a heavy key. The dimly lighted interior revealed the top of a flight of stairs descending deep under the house.

At the site of steps descending down, Stephanie panicked and attempted to run. The man that stood behind her simply tripped her and she sprawled on the marble floor, her naked flesh skidding painfully to a stop. She was lifted up by her handcuffed wrists and pushed hard toward the door, where she descended the stairs rapidly. At the bottom was a long corridor with a plain concrete floor, dim raw lighting from uncovered bare light bulbs, and doors spaced along each side. It was a decidedly unfriendly place, nothing like the opulence in the house above.

The first door was opened and a small room inside contained a variety of items, none of which Stephanie had a chance to view. The man kicked behind her knees, knocking her down immediately in front of a cage made for a large dog. She resisted feebly, but in moments Stephanie was locked inside the cage. The man turned and left, but the woman stayed for a moment.

"This is where you will live for a while, until Mr. Jackson decides how you should be assimilated into the household. There are dishes with food and water. Relieve yourself as necessary, the cage will be cleaned once a day." The woman turned to go.

"Wait! Please, listen to me! I am an outsider, this isn't my country and I am not a slave! You are a woman, can't you help me?" Stephanie curled fingers through the wires, pressing her face close, tears streaming down as she begged.

The woman looked at Stephanie with curiosity.

"I understand you are from outside. But you are a woman, and that means you are a slave, no matter where you were born and live. It is the natural order of things. I can't help it if you weren't trained properly where you are from; but you are in Malsi now and you will learn how to live  as women should. Accept what you are. You are a slave. I can not help you because I am a slave myself. Please try to adapt and learn. It will be easier for you."

The woman seemed truly kind and concerned, and reached through the cage wire, removing Stephanie's handcuffs. Other than this, she was completely unwilling or unable to help Stephanie. She turned and left, and Stephanie collapsed, sobbing, inside her cage.

The cage was too small to stand in, and too short to stretch out completely. She could move around in limited ways, but there was no truly comfortable position. She was hungry, and ate some of the mush from the bowl in the cage. Stephanie realized she was utterly alone in the world, and there was nothing she could do. She sipped water as well, and then collapsed and fell asleep.


Stephanie remained in the cage without knowing when it was day or night. Her muscles began cramping and she did exercises to relieve the pain as much as she could. Twice, the woman came in and changed the food and water dish.

With no other options, Stephanie relieved herself in one corner of the cage. It stank of urine and feces and she was grateful when the woman came and changed the paper under the cage, removing the results of Stephanie's bowel movements.

It was incredibly humiliating to be treated as a pet, an animal that had to relieve itself without a toilet and have its cage cleaned. Stephanie felt degraded, and begged for release whenever she could. For a while she tried to get out of the cage, pulling, tearing, even gnawing on the wire and lock, but it didn't help. She was trapped, and had nothing. She was completely at the mercy of her keepers.

Sometime after the second time her cage was cleaned, Mr. Jackson entered the room with another man, an older, balding gentleman with graying hair. Stephanie was silent at first, not knowing what to do or say, but then she began to cry and beg, clawing the cage and asking to be released.

"Please, Mr. Jackson, this is all a mistake. I didn't agree to being sold, it is all Kevin, and a mistake. Please release me and I won't tell anyone what happened. I will simply return home. Please let me go home. I have money, I can give you money when I get home...." She rambled on, saying anything she could.

Mr. Jackson and the other man ignored her as if she was hardly there.

"So, Pete, what do you think?" Jackson said.

"Well as I explained before, she is essentially feral. No training, and worse. Not only does she lack training, she has been trained by the infidels and believes she has rights and abilities we know she does not. So it won't be easy. On the other hand, the rewards of having such a woman in your stable..." The man looked at Stephanie in appreciation. Stephanie suddenly felt very exposed and embarrassed, aware of her nudity and how vulnerable she was. She shrank back in the cage, shivering in the corner like a frightened animal, trying to cover her naked breasts and genitals.

"So what shall we do?"

The man spoke decisively. "It is clear that she needs to be broken. Broken down, all remnants of the outside removed from her mind. Then we can bring her back up, rebuild her, reform and train her. It will take several weeks, I think. Do you wish to begin this process?"

Mr. Jackson sighed. "What choice do I have? She will be worth it, I am sure. I mean, just look at her. She would fit almost anywhere. The pleasure trade, breeding, business, household, even wife."

"Let's begin this morning then," the man said.

The two men left the room, leaving Stephanie with a horrified feeling something very bad was about to happen.


An hour later two women came into the room. One unlocked the cage, the other reached in and helped Stephanie out. She had been cramped inside the small area for so long she couldn't stand all the way and could hardly walk, but the women were kind and helped her. She had no idea where she was going or what would happen, but anything was better than being locked in the cage.  She followed willingly.

They exited the holding room into the hall, and went through another door. Inside was a well lit room with various ropes, ties, and other equipment. Against one wall were two young teen girls, completely naked and tied up in a most humiliating and bizarre position, their legs spread and pulled back behind their heads. Stephanie gaped at them until she was forced down and then shoved onto her ass. The two women that were guiding her now began tying her up in the same position as the two girls that were tied to the wall.

First Stephanie's wrists were tied with rope and pulled up above and to each side of her head. This wasn't painful at all; but then her ankles were tied. The rope from each ankle was threaded through the same rings in the wall to which her wrists were tied. When the ropes were pulled, Stephanie's legs went first up into the air, then back. Further and further they went, spreading wider at the same time. Her hips shifted back and up, moving her pussy up, and then exposing her ass and anus.

Before long Stephanie was sitting on the back of her ass, almost her lower back, with arms and legs tied behind her. With her legs tied up and back, Stephanie's ass and genital area were clearly exposed and available. Struggling didn't help, she could only move a little and the strange position made it painful to even try.

The strain on her back and legs made her whimper. "What are you doing? Why am I here?"

The two women, after assuring that Stephanie was secured, left the room without answering.

Stephanie wriggled in the humiliating position that seemed designed to keep her genitals as exposed as much as possible. She could only move a little. The cramping in the back of her thighs continued, and she began to cry quietly.

The girl next to her turned and asked Stephanie her name.

"Stephanie... who are you?"

"I'm Amy, and this is Jolie. You seem a little old for a breeder. Are you here for punishment?" The girl spoke with curiosity, obviously puzzled by Stephanie.

"I don't know why I am here. I'm from the outside, it's a mistake I am here. What do you mean, breeder? Why are we tied up here?"

"Wow. You are from the outside? You truly know nothing? We are all breeders, at least designated as breeders right now. We are placed here to be available to the men of the household to deposit their seed until we become pregnant or our ovulation is past. When that happens, we are released, and we can rejoin the household until a baby comes." The girl was young, and spoke as if this was the simplest and most natural thing in the world, though it struck Stephanie with disgust and horror.

"You mean... they are going to rape me? Make me pregnant?"

The girl looked puzzled again... "Rape... I think I know what that means, but it doesn't really... well, the word isn't used here. Yes, it is our role to become pregnant. Perhaps later we can be used in another way, but for now, we are for this."

The door opened and a young man stepped into the room. He looked at the women and then at Stephanie before exclaiming, "Aha! I heard there was a new girl here. Well, let's see what we can do!"

Unzipping his pants and exposing a huge cock and distended ball sack, he approached Stephanie. Stephanie tried to struggle, crying and protesting, but to no avail. In her current position she was completely exposed and available for use. The man rubbed the tip of his cock on her pussy lips for a moment and then plunged deep inside her; it hurt because there was no lube but this didn't seem to matter. He thrust into her, over and over, filling her cunt with his thick shaft. Stephanie felt herself reacting, flushing with an undeniable pleasure at being taking in this way, forcefully, by the virile man.

Just as Stephanie felt the warmth of an unwanted orgasm spreading over her body, the man grunted, strained, and his cock pulsed as he spurt semen deep inside her body. He had rammed deep into her so that she felt he would penetrate her bowels. Crying out with the pleasure of orgasm, the man made sure all his seed had been deposited inside of Stephanie, then slid out. He wiped his still hard member with a moist towel placed nearby, then zipped up, smiled at Stephanie, then left.

Stephanie was humiliated at both the experience of being taken in such a helpless way, but more so with how she had felt pleasure from it. She could almost feel the sperm inside of her and struggled to try and tip her hips to push it out, but there was nothing she could do. She was stuck. Her ass was angled upward, which meant the maximum amount of sperm would be trickling deep into her, rather than being pushed out (which she normally did after unprotected sex).

The older balding man entered the room and came over to the helpless woman. "My name is Mr. Hauser, and I am going to be guiding you through your new training, Stephanie. It isn't going to be pleasant, but when you are reconditioned, you will find your life here so much easier and happier."

Mr. Hauser looked at Stephanie's exposed pussy lips, wet and smeared with the remains of semen. "I see someone has already visited you. Well, we are going to add a little something to the experience. Let me begin."

Stephanie stared at him with fear as he took some equipment out of a small bag and hooked it up to her. First, he took a small clamp with screws on either side of small parallel bars. Placing Stephanie's left nipple between these two bars, he screwed first one side and then the other down, bringing the tiny bars closer together, squeezing the nipple painfully. Tears flowed down her cheeks from the aching pain as the horrible man tightened the clamp further, tapping it to make sure it was on tightly and would not come off. When done, Mr. Hauser took another clamp, pulled her right nipple into it and tightened it well. Both of Stephanie's nipples were aching from the extreme clamps and tears continued to wet her cheeks.

The small clamps had a copper coating with wires attached. Mr. Hauser attached the wires to a small black box, and then connected that box via some wires to jacks in the wall behind her. Satisfied with the setup he left Stephanie alone. All three girls waited together in the room.

An hour later, the door to the room opened and a tall skinny man entered. Next to Stephanie, Amy smiled, and said, "Hi, Hank."

Hank smiled and came over to the girl, whipping out his cock and greeting her affectionately. Stephanie watched as his long cock was rubbed against the folds of Amy's cunt, and saw glistening wetness. Amy was already self lubricating for him, and his cock was shiny from the most body fluid. Amy's pussy lips spread to surround Hank's cock as his head entered her slowly.

Amy moaned in delight as he slipped his cock into her pussy. Stephanie, however, began to whimper in pain. The wired nipple clamps had a hot painful feeling, and as Hank slid deep inside Amy, the pain increased, turning into shocking pain that made Stephanie cry out and sob. When Hank finally grunted to a climax and Amy cried out in orgasm, Stephanie screamed; the wired contacts on her nipples snapped out a high voltage shock that made her shake, muscles contracting and spasming from the agony. She strained and thrashed against the ropes that held her.

When Hank had finished ejaculating his semen and slipped out of Amy, the pain in Stephanie's nipple clamps went away. She sobbed a sigh of relief and relaxed, happy the torture was over.

Until 5 minutes later when the next man came in and decided to fuck Jolie's brains out. As soon as he inserted himself into her cunt Stephanie felt the burning shock rising in her nipple clamps. The harder they went at it, his balls slapping Jolie's naked ass, the more painful it became, making her squirm and beg anyone that would listen to her. Jolie was enthusiastic, begging the man to dump his load, crying out. The man just kept pumping and panting, and the shocks kept increasing in poor Stephanie's nipples and chest.  It was clear now what was happening. Whenever someone came to the room and fucked one of the other girls, Stephanie received electric shocks through her nipple clamps.

When the man was finished and left, Stephanie sighed in relief, wishing she could touch her sore and now painfully inflamed nipples. The three women rested, each filled with a man's sperm traveling deeper into their womb.

It must have been nearly six hours before another man came in. He was short and stocky, and older, perhaps 40 or 50.  Amy greeted him, "Hey there, John; Hank was here earlier, but I would love to have you inside me. Get me pregnant and get me out of here, what do you say?"

John looked at Amy, and then at Stephanie, who was shaking with fear, anticipating the painful shocks once again. Dropping his pants he took his huge cock and aimed it at Stephanie's pussy. She waited, closing her eyes, clenching her teeth. John's cock touched her pussy lips, she felt them spread slowly as he began pushing. He went deeper, and deeper. Stephanie was tensed, waiting for the shocks to rip though her sensitive nipples. John was all the way in, and still Stephanie waited.

John began thrusting, moaning and panting. Stephanie almost laughed with relief! There were no shocks! There was no pain! She felt the glow of orgasm flood her as John fucked her hard; and when she was done she felt John thrusting deep and then pushing out a load of cum inside of her. It was the most wonderful feeling! When the man left, she felt so relieved, almost happy.

Stephanie realized she was only being tortured when one of the other women was fucked. As long as she was the one any man selected, there would be no pain. If the man selected one of the other women.... she would receive the agonizing shocks in her nipples and breasts.

The lights went off, indicating night time. The other girls obviously went to sleep, but Stephanie was a problem. Finally, she loudly whispered to Amy, and when Amy finally awoke, she asked, "Amy, I have to pee. What do I do? I can't move."

Amy snorted in disgust. "There is a bucket underneath you. Just pee, for god's sake. Let me sleep."

Stephanie was miserable in the bent, exposed position, but her bladder was about to burst and made it 10 times more painful. Finally she let it go, and the stream shot out and rang against the large metal bucket beneath her. This was even more humiliating than when she had relieved herself in the cage, but the relief of being able to empty her bladder felt so amazingly good. She was able to sleep soon after.

The lights went on automatically, and Stephanie assumed a new day had arrived. An hour or so later, the door opened and an older gentleman entered. Stephanie tensed, and then began to beg.

"Please. Take me, fuck me, not them."

"I am not here to fuck anyone. Jolie, your test came back positive. You are pregnant. Time to head upstairs." The man unstrapped Jolie from her open fucking position.

"Thank god. I've been down here nearly three weeks. About time!" Jolie could hardly walk after being released, but managed to make it out of the room. Stephanie noticed as she left just how thin and young she was. Breeders were obviously started young.

As Jolie left, a dirty man about 45 years old dressed in work clothes entered, and looked at the two women presenting themselves. He seemed to be surveying and deciding. Once again, Stephanie found herself begging.

"Please, sir.... please fuck me. My cunt is tight and sweet. You won't regret it!" Stephanie was trying to make herself sound as sexy as possible, thought it was hard when tied with your legs back above your head.

The worker unzipped, pulled out a huge cock and stepped over to Amy, who smirked at Stephanie with satisfaction. As the man began thrusting and grunting, the shocks surged through Stephanie's nipples, hurting worse than the day before. Her body jerked, muscles tensing involuntarily to the pulsing pain that rippled across her chest as Amy and the work went at it, both moaning and thrusting. Stephanie cried, tears running down the sides of her face, the pain unbearable, and yet... it had to be taken. There was no other way.

And so it went for the next day, as four more men came in. Amy had bigger breasts than Stephanie, but Stephanie was leaner and prettier. Two of the men chose Amy and Stephanie writhed in pain as the fucking went on next to her. Two of the men chose Stephanie, and the relief and pleasure from the fucking, in addition to the absence of pain, brought her to multiple orgasms. She begged each man that entered the room, using everything she could think of to convince them she was the better girl to fuck.  It never once crossed her mind how degraded she had become; she was in survival mode.

At the end of the day Stephanie found her vagina was full to overflowing with white, sticky semen. She looked across and saw how Amy was squeezing her muscles, pushing and slowly getting some of the white fluid out. It dribbled out her slit and across her puckered anus. She tried the same thing, and had some success, though not as much as Amy.

"You need to practice your Kegels," Amy commented, watching as Stephanie slowly pushed tiny bits of creampie out of her snatch.

Three days later, Amy had a pregnancy test that came back positive. Stephanie was on the verge of a nervous breakdown from never knowing when the torture and pain would be inflicted on her again. She desperately wanted out. Her breasts hurt all the time and her nipples were so numb they no longer felt the pain. Her constant begging of the men that entered had gotten on Amy's nerves, and when she left the room, she swore at Stephanie.

Not too long after, Mr. Hauser came in and released Stephanie. She sobbed in gratitude, hanging on to Mr. Hauser for support, as her muscles had cramped and didn't work well after being released. An antiseptic cream was placed on her sore, smashed nipples, and as she stood, old semen from the last several days oozed out and trickled down her inner thighs. She no longer thought about her nakedness or humiliation, just about what might come next and how to cope.

When they were ready to leave for the next phase of her training, Mr. Hauser placed a leather hood over Stephanie's head and guided her away.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Sold Into Slavery: Auctioned

Part Two Here
Part Three Here

Stephanie stepped off the plane and was immediately surrounded by the warm tropical breezes and bright sunlight of Malsi. It was beautiful here, she had been told, but to beware. Malsi was a country that had been long influenced by a rather obscure religion that exalted women, but as possessions to be used as needed by men. As a visitor to the country she wasn't subject to their rather strange laws surrounding gender and the treatment of women, but she had been warned and well versed in how to behave in order to avoid any misunderstandings.

"Stay close, Steph. You have nothing to worry about as long as you are with me, and obey the basic rules." Her companion and sales partner Kevin were in the country to close a very lucrative deal; one that would set them up financially for a long time. It was worth the risk. Kevin had been in the country before, Stephanie had not, but been assured that if she stayed with Kevin and obeyed a few rules, she would do well.  It was worth it.

They were met by an attractive woman wearing a business suit, standing in front of a limo. Kevin introduced them.

"Steph, this is Vicki. She is owned by the Centralia Media Company here and is assigned to assist us. Vicki, this is my partner, Steph. She is owned by the Cinepole Media Company, and is assigned as my sales assistant. Please provide her all respect."

Vicki nodded cheerfully and opened the limo door for them, then entered the car as the driver and they took off.

"I have never met a woman from the outside," Vicki said as they began driving. "Is it true, that you are actually free to do as you please? I mean, you can do anything and don't belong to anyone?"

"Yes, that's true." Stephanie smiled. Vicki seemed nice.

Vicki shook her head, "It just seems strange to me. I don't know how a woman could do that. How do you appraise your value? Whom do you serve? How do you know if you are successful or not? How can you be comfortable without someone to care for you and keep you?"

"I care for myself, and keep myself, that's all." Stephanie felt Kevin's hand squeeze her leg. This was dangerous ground. He had explained that the people of Malsi would respect her status but that she was not to advocate for women's rights while she was here. She shut her mouth and said no more.

The sales meeting went well; the final presentations were given outlining changes in the contracts and benefits. When lunch time came and the business people left to go to a restaurant, Stephanie saw her first, shocking evidence of what was different in this culture. As they walked the block toward the Chinese restaurant, she caught a glimpse of something through the glass of a store front. She turned to look.

There, in the display window for all to see, was a woman. Just a girl, really, barely 20 years old. She was naked, not a bit of clothing on her. She sat on a heavy platform shaped like a pyramid, the point embedded deeply into her pussy. Heavy blocks of concrete were tied with short ropes to her ankles, keeping her legs straight down on either side of the pyramid. Her face showed clear evidence of pain as she sat on the pointed seat of torture, enduring the agony in full view of passers by. While Stephanie could not see behind the girl, it appeared that her wrists were handcuffed or tied behind her back.

"Come on, Stephanie. Don't look, don't get upset, just let's go to the restaurant." Kevin took her arm and guided her away. Stephanie was shaken, visibly.

"What was that? What was happening?" She hissed to Kevin as they walked away from the spectacle of torture.

"She is being punished. That's a Judas Cradle, and it's a common instrument of discipline here. Don't think about it, just concentrate on the sale. Think about the money." Kevin guided her into the modern restaurant where they were greeted and seated by a hostess.

Stephanie didn't eat well. She was shaken and shaking from what she had seen. The poor girl had obviously been in agony, and the image of the sharp point of the Judas Cradle digging into the soft folds of the girl's vaginal opening haunted Stephanie's mind. She maintained while eating, and their hosts were as professional as ever, but she began to see them in a different light. A scary one.

When they returned, they took a slightly different way back to the office. Once back in the conference room their hostess Vicki participated by presenting some of the new products and ventures of Centralia Media. She was slick and professional, the consummate business woman.

When everything was complete and wrapping up, the VP from Centralia, a man named Jackson, stood and thanked everyone and then turned to the visitors from Cinepole, saying "I do hope your time here has been pleasant and I am sincerely happy we are concluding these negotiations to our mutual benefit. This wraps things up from our perspective. Vicki will be available for sex now, if you would like."

Stephanie smiled and was about to make a similar statement of thanks when the last sentence sunk in. Had the executive actually just offered this woman up for sex? She stood still, smile fixed, unsure what to do. Her partner Kevin, however, knew exactly what to do.

Unzipping his pants, Kevin pulled out his rather large erection. Vicki unbuttoned her silk blouse, exposing perfect teardrop shaped breasts, and knelt in front of Kevin, taking his cock into her hands and then sliding it slowly into her mouth. Stephanie watched in shock as the female salesperson from Centralia gave her partner an expert sensual blow job.

Stephanie sat down with a thump, unable to keep her legs under her as she watched the unexpected spectacle. Kevin's cock was larger than she had ever imagined, and she could see Vicki's throat bulging as she expertly deep throated.

Looking around the room, Stephanie suddenly became aware of the men from Centralia looking at her, expectantly. With a shock, she realized that in Malsi, it might be a business tradition to trade sexual favors of the female staff after a meeting like this. She was expected to put out.

Jackson, the VP slid over to her and spoke. "I realize you are not part of this culture, and we do wish to respect your ways. However, as you can see we have offered our woman as service to your company. Would your company return the compliment? You are.... a beautiful woman...."

Stephanie opened her mouth but no sound came out. Mr. Jackson seemed to take this as an invitation and unzipped. A massive cock fell out of his pants. The VP took Stephanie's head and shoved his cock between her lips. He tasted vaguely of biscuits and sweat, a sort of musky taste. His cock was quite hard and distended her lips and jaw, it was so large. Stephanie made to protest, raising her hands and gripping the hips of the tall man before her. This seemed to encourage him further, and his cock rammed home, pushing down her throat until it hit her vocal chords.

She couldn't breathe. She choked, her mouth and tongue wriggling around as she tried to get free, tried to catch a breath, tried to stop from vomiting. The man had her hair and was pressing him deep inside of her, and just when she thought she would faint, he slid most of the way out. She gasped, sucking in air.

He shoved in again. A second pair of hands was undoing Stephanie's top, unhooking her bra. The tall executive continued shoving his cock in and out, deep inside her throat. While it was all she could do to keep from fainting, other hands were continuing to remove her clothes. Soon she was naked from the waist down, her breasts bobbing and wriggling.

When Jackson's cock slid out of her mouth for a moment there seemed to be a lot of slime gushing from her lips, clinging to the hardened member. She had only a moment to think about this before the cock rammed home again. It wasn't semen. It was fluid from her stomach; the choking cock was making her vomit small amounts from her stomach and this accounted for the acidic taste in her mouth and slime that appeared on his cock.

He finally ejaculated in her mouth, deep inside her throat, and she had no choice but to swallow the semen. When he finally withdrew, she collapsed back, gasping for air. Kevin was on the conference table only a couple of feet away, where he was on top of the lovely Vicki, his cock buried deep inside her pussy, pumping away. Vicki was naked, her perfect body wrapped around the Cinepole sales executive, urging him on.

Strong hands pulled the last bits of clothing from Stephanie's body. "Please, please--" she began to protest.

"I am so glad you are willing to adapt to our ways. You are a most beautiful woman," interrupted the Centralia sales executive who moved in, replacing the VP (who was zipping up with a satisfied look on his face).  The man dropped his pants; the last bit of clothing on Stephanie was her panties. He pushed them to the side, exposing the soft wet folds of her pussy, and pressed his exposed cock against her. Seconds later, he had mounted her and was pumping deep inside.

Stephanie tilted her head back and looked at the ceiling, feeling the man fucking her hard, and enjoying it. The feeling surprised her; being taken like this was hardly something that had ever happened before, but now it was happening she was moaning and grunting along with the salesman as they fucked each other. She was leaning back in the conference room chair, hips thrust out to the edge of the seat, legs thrown over the arms. She wrapped both arms around her unexpected sex partner as her orgasm built and began to spread over her hips.

Just as her cries subsided, the man on top of her grunted, thrust, and ejaculated semen deep inside of her body. Stephanie collapsed in exhaustion as the man withdrew, feeling the fading warmth of sexual ecstasy. A small bit of semen tricked from between her open legs and pooled on the leather conference room chair as Kevin moaned and grunted to an orgasm on top of Vicki.

When it was over, the men pulled their pants up, tucked in shirts, and generally made themselves presentable once again. Vicki rose from the table and slid on her panties, wiping Kevin's semen from her pussy with a Kleenex  Stephanie dressed herself slowly, wondering what had just happened and not understanding whether she should be shocked, angry, or satisfied.


Stephanie and Kevin were spending the night at a high end hotel downtown. The day's adventures had made Stephanie's head spin; she sat in the hotel restaurant and quizzed Kevin more about the culture in the city and country. She was afraid, but fascinated. She had been used like a whore earlier that day, and it had both excited and repulsed her. A need to explore these feelings welled up inside of her, pushing her to ask more.

Kevin argued against Stephanie's request to visit to the heart of the Malsi capital's unique culture of domination over women. "It's dangerous for a woman. It's the slave market, the place where women are bought and sold. Regulations are pretty tight there, and they won't be as forgiving as in the corporations that do business with the outside. It isn't safe."

"I don't care. You can take care of me, and I can follow the guidelines. I want to see," argued Stephanie. Finally, they agreed. Given certain rules, Stephanie would accompany Kevin to the market, see what the true nature of the Malsi culture entailed, and return to the hotel late that night. They had a flight out of the country at 10 AM the next day.

A taxi took the pair to a large complex of buildings just outside the city center. It was 8 PM, but very busy. Stephanie noticed that while the men in this area were dressed normally, the women were generally in some state of semi-nudity, and typically wore light chains, collars, or other symbolic instruments of restraint or ownership.

When they exited the taxi, Kevin turned to Stephanie and helped her remove her top as they had agreed before. When she was naked from the waist up, he fastened a light steel collar on her, and fastened a leash to it. This act had the most fascinating impact on Stephanie. Rather than feeling angry or upset that she was being displayed as a possession, she felt excited and aroused.

Stepping back to view his sales partner Kevin saw her as a tall, lean woman, naked from the waist up, with beautiful flowing hair accentuating an amazingly beautiful face. Her breasts were not large, but firm and perfectly shaped. She appeared younger than her age, and the steel collar seemed very natural on her.

Kevin led Stephanie through large glass doors into a large building. A very large marble paved lobby, much like a convention center, was full of people milling around, chatting, reading documents, and moving between different large doors opening to various venues. Most of the people were men, though there were some women. The women were of all ages, and while most wore some sort of clothing, none were completely clothed. A few were naked except for harnesses and light slippers.

Above doors were signs identifying the activity that took place in each room. Kevin guided Stephanie down a wide hallway and she read the signs above each set of large double doors.

"12 - 18"
"Mothers, caretakers"
"Direct, Offshore"
.... and so on.

Stephanie didn't understand what all these signs meant, but could gather some of the meaning. She wondered where she would best fit if she were to be brought here for exchange or sale.

Kevin led Stephanie by her leash to a set of doors labeled "Miscellaneous Auction". A smaller poster to the side of the door contained a list of items. They stopped and read the inventory. It was a list of women that were being sold or exchanged under many different terms, and codes described items such as strength, age, race, literacy levels, special skills, and the like. Some were lots of women being sold together.

They entered the room and Stephanie was immediately overwhelmed.

The high-ceiling room was filled with several hundred men. The few women in attendance were on leashes like herself, and most were either topless or mostly naked. Subdued lighting over the main floor was overwhelmed by the bright lights shining on a stage to the right. There, elevated about three feet off the main floor was a flat display area, lit with floodlights, and empty except for a man with a microphone and a tall, thin, naked woman with her wrists bound behind her back, a chain going from a collar around her neck to a ring in the floor of the stage. She stood with her head bowed slightly, not looking at the audience.

The man on stage was using the patter of an auctioneer, asking for and receiving bids from men. The woman was beautiful and muscular. Stephanie could not help but admire her fitness, and the men bidding seemed to agree with her. Bidding was hot and heavy as the price rose quickly, then began to level out. As bidding slow
ed, and then stopped, Stephanie observed the buyer standing a few feet away, a short, mean looking man that was holding the leashes of two other naked women.

Bidding completed, and the man stepped forward, taking possession of the woman. She was unlocked from the ring in the floor and the leash was taken by the mean man who left the room with a smirk of satisfaction with his new purchases dragged along behind.

Stephanie felt a rush of mixed emotions. She was horrified that she had just seen a woman sold and dragged off. The process had treated her no differently than a car or animal, just an object. Stephanie wondered what it must be like to be sold and owned by a man. Strangely, this idea stuck with her as a set of three women chained together were led onto the stage. These women were being sold together. They huddled together, afraid of what lay before but completely unquestioning that they had no choice in whatever it might be.

"Kevin, I want to know what it's like." Stephanie whispered to her partner as they watched.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I want to know what it's like to be paraded up there and sold like an animal. I want to experience it, and maybe write about it when I get back."

Kevin looked at her in disbelief. "You mean being leashed and guided around half naked isn't enough? Well, it doesn't really matter, you aren't a slave and aren't going to be sold."

Stephanie bit her lip. "Yeah... but.... couldn't you submit me to be sold, then bid on me, and make sure you win the bid? Then you pay yourself, take ownership of me and that's that, right?"

Kevin rolled his eyes. "You are an idiot. What do you want to do that for? Besides, there are fees, I wouldn't get all my money back."

"I would pay you back. When we got home. For sure."

"You are insane, you know that? Seriously insane." Kevin was looking at her now.  Stephanie began to wonder about her own sanity. Yet, she had never wanted anything more. The desire to experience the complete submission of the slave, the humiliation, exposure, obedience, and objectification was so strong she could almost taste it. In fact, it was arousing her, sexually, a sensation that surprised and shocked her.

Kevin finally agreed to do it, after some argument. Stephanie took a deep breath, wondered just what had come over her, and followed him as they moved to the side window where potential sales were registered. She felt like she was in a dream, her world turning upside down. She was about to be sold as a slave, a piece of property, and while she fully expected to be released when Kevin purchased her, she was shaking with nervous anticipation and anxiety.


It took Kevin a half hour to do the paperwork, during which Stephanie stood behind him quietly, observing the people around her. None of the women in the room appeared the least bit upset by what was going on; they simply accepted it. Some seemed to be sad or anxious after they were sold, but there were no scenes. The men seemed very business-like, conducting financial transactions in the same way that brokers on a stock exchange might behave.

Once the paperwork was done, things changed for Stephanie, suddenly and completely. A facility guard took her by the arm and guided her through a small door in the back of the large room where the auctions were continuing. Just inside the room was a window where the guard pushed her paperwork through to a bored woman who reviewed the documents, entered some data into a computer, and then printed out a tag. The tag as attached quickly to the shiny metal ring that was already in place around Stephanie's neck.

Without speaking to her, the guard guided her down a short hallway to a small room filled with other women. Every other woman in the room was naked. Stephanie was already naked from the waist up. The guard took large shears and began cutting her skirt off her hips. The skirt was one of Stephanie's favorites and she began to protest.

"Hey, don't ruin the skirt. I will take it off, just ask," Stephanie said in an annoyed voice.

The guard stood back for a moment looking at Stephanie with shock. The other women in the room looked at her with wonder, as well. Stephanie fell silent, and then mumbled, "I just thought..."

The guard moved to the side of the room and returned with a small harness. This was slipped over Stephanie's head, and a large round rubber ball pressed into her mouth. Her vision was somewhat obscured by leather straps that came over the top of her head and split to descend on either side of her nose, in front of her eyes. The straps were pulled tight, pressing the ball gag deep into her mouth and then buckled behind her head.

Stephanie got the idea. She wasn't supposed to speak. Silent obedience was expected.

The rest of her clothes were removed and Stephanie stood naked with a head harness, ball gag, and leash attached to her tagged metal collar. The guard took the leash and lifted the end up, fastening the other end to a long metal bar that circled the room. Stephanie noticed that the rest of the women were also fastened to this bar. They could slide along the edges of the room, but only if all the women moved together.

The leashes were not long enough to allow the women to sit down and so they stood, waiting.

A door opened on the far side of the room and a guard came in; paperwork was checked and the woman at the front of the line of women tethered to the metal bar was unhooked and led out. The line of women stepped forward and then stood mostly silent. It was hot, and Stephanie began to sweat. The women were crowded into a relatively small space and their bodies touched frequently. This aroused Stephanie, a new experience for her. She had never been pressed against other naked women like this.

One by one the women were taken out of the room, the remaining women stepping forward in line, sliding their leashes along the metal bar, inching closer to the end of the line. A few women were brought in and added to the end of the line, but not as many as were leaving, so the line was shrinking. Stephanie was the only woman in the room that was wearing a gag and it humiliated her. It also stimulated the saliva flow and the size of the ball gag kept her from swallowing. She felt herself drooling, adding to her embarrassment.

At last the tall brunette in front of Stephanie was unlocked from the metal bar and taken from the room. Stephanie was at the front of the line and was next. She was shaking; being naked, paraded in front of men, examined and sold was humiliating beyond belief. She wished she had not begged to go through this experience. Feeling faint, she rocked back and forth on her feet, wishing she could sit. Suddenly she felt arms around her, lifting her up, and the choking sensation of her collar pulling on her neck. She had fainted, and the girl behind her was trying to help her stand.

Regaining her feet, Stephanie turned and looked at the woman. Her eyes were kind and worried. Stephanie tried to thank her through the gag but all that came out was an indistinguishable grunt.

"Be strong. It will only last a short time and then you will be safe with an owner." The girl whispered to her.

"Mppffphff phhmm," Stephanie replied.

After a few more minutes the door opened. A guard handler entered, unhooked Stephanie's leash from the bar and guided her out of the room. They went down a very short hall and then entered the same large room she had been in before, except from a door behind that large elevated stage area. Stephanie was shaking.

As Stephanie climbed the steps she could feel all eyes turned towards her. Bright lights shown down, making it hard to see into the relative darkness of the rest of the hall. She felt suddenly aware of her nakedness. Eyes examined every part of her as she was led out to the center of the stage; the perfect form of her breasts, the erectness of her nipples, the curve of her neck to her shoulders, the slimness of her waist leading to the flair of her hips and the dark patch of her pussy between her legs.

The auctioneer was speaking as she was led back and forth across the stage, showing herself to the audience.

".... her name is Stephanie and she is that very, very rare commodity here in Malsi, an outsider. Come to us via a special arrangement, Stephanie is 27 years old, educated with a Master's degree in Communications. She has experience with inside sales activities, can read and write at level 10. Gagged, as you can see, because she has not yet been trained, and may need some discipline. This may be viewed as a positive to some of you, I know."

Here the auctioneer stopped for a moment and looked at Stephanie, who was now standing next to him.

"Certified clean and healthy, Stephanie also has all the attributes one might wish for sexual favors, either privately or publicly offered. A solid, perky B cup, slim and muscular build, I am assured she is capable of satisfying both men and women."

Where did they get that information... thought Stephanie as she stood waiting, feeling as vulnerable as she had ever felt in her life. She was bisexual, but no one here knew that, not even Kevin. Or did he...

The chain from her neck leash was fastened to the ring on the floor and the bidding began. She had tried to cover herself with her hands at first, but felt embarrassed at how useless it was and simply let her arms fall to her sides. She blinked back tears.

"Starting the bidding at $50,000, who will open, yes, you sir, number 21. Do I hear $55,000?"

Stephanie was shocked. Bids for other women she had observed earlier had started at $5,000 or $10,000. She didn't know whether to be surprised, angered, or pleased. The bidding continued, the amount rising quickly.

"$250K, I have from number 97; do I have 275? 275 anyone? Yes, number 21, the bid is now 275 who will bid $300,000?"

Stephanie was flushing, the flesh of her face turning red which in turn spread across her neck and chest. Being bid for was scary, but the amount! Being sold like this made her incredibly aroused, and she wondered if the wetness of her pussy lips could be seen from the audience. The collar around her neck was chaffing slightly, and she was drooling uncontrollably from her gag. Saliva dribbled down her chin and onto her chest between her bare breasts.

The bidding kept going, and finally slowed when it reached $450,000. The auctioneer tried to get it higher, and was just closing the bid for $450K when number 97 made a bid for $500K.  She heard the audience talking excitedly.

"We have 500. $500,000 for the lovely educated and sexually versatile outside slave, do we have any higher? No? To you sir? Fair warning.... going once. Twice..... Sold, to number 97. $500,000."

It was done, and there was applause in the room. Stephanie had been sold for a half million dollars. She was about to faint again, but felt such relief when her leash was unfastened from the floor ring and she was led off stage. She would be reunited with Kevin. She already knew that she would be able to write this experience up and publish for a huge sum when she returned. She wondered if there were any pictures taken she might be able to get a hold of.

Descending the steps to the main floor, her eyes slowly began adjusting to the dimmer lighting. The guard handler was having someone sign some papers on a clipboard. The man was tall, taller than Kevin...

Her leash and the keys to the lock that held the leash to the collar were being handed to this man. It wasn't Kevin. It was Mr. Jackson, the VP from Centralia Media Company. He was wearing a tag on his coat, on which black numbers stated "97".

Stephanie panicked. She had been bought by the wrong person. Kevin agreed to pay for her, to buy her, and this wasn't supposed to happen. She began to protest through her gag, "Mpopppph mhhppffff. mphhspphhsphhhh!!!"

Her hands were unexpectedly pulled behind her before she realized what was happening, and handcuffs secured her wrists behind her back.

"She won't be happy about this, Mr. Jackson, though I know you are well equipped to handle it." Kevin's voice came from behind her. She spun around to see her former partner standing next to her, handing the handcuff keys to Mr. Jackson. She glared at him with amazement, surprise and horror, slowly turning to hatred and anger.

"I'm sorry Steph. I really am. But I couldn't have bought you for that amount of money, I didn't have it and couldn't bid without it. Besides," here a small smile crept across his face, "Who could turn down half a million?"

After the purchase and transaction paperwork was done, Mr. Jackson handed Kevin a certified check. "Just as discussed earlier. This will provide a strong foundation between our companies and I hope we will be profitable partners for some years to come. And of course, once she is trained you may wish to visit her again."

Stephanie slowly realized she had been duped. This had been part of a plan for some time, she didn't know how long, to seal the deal between Kevin and Mr. Jackson. She had been used as a pawn, an unspoken part of the sales agreement between the two companies. She was now stuck in Malsi, owned by this man, a slave in every sense of the word. She lunged at Kevin, though what good it would do she had no idea, with her mouth gagged and her wrists cuffed behind her, but she wasn't thinking.

Before she could reach Kevin, her left side lit up in a fiery pain worse than she had ever experienced. She jerked, her whole body convulsing and turning to avoid whatever had struck her. Legs failing her, she dropped to the floor. The pain stopped immediately, though there were echoing after effects rippling through her bare flesh. She looked up and saw that Mr. Jackson held a small stick with a tiny forked end. A cattle prod or other stunning device, she realized.

Kevin and Mr. Jackson shook hands, and Kevin left as Stephanie recovered and finally stood back up. The last she saw of him he was exiting through the double doors of the room, looking at the check in his hands, grinning.

"Please, my dear," Jackson said. "Don't do anything rash. You must realize you are now in a country that considers you owned property. There is literally nothing I can not do to you; and there is literally nowhere to run. I will make your training as easy as possible, but how easy it is will depend on you. Now, let's start by going outside to my limo."

Stephanie limped after her new owner, head hung in shame and horror, naked and with no possessions in the world, led forward by nothing but the tug on the leash that was locked to a permanently affixed slave collar around her neck.

They reached the curb where the limo was waiting and the driver (a young woman dressed all in black) opened the door for them. Stephanie was being herded toward the car and panic suddenly struck her. She turned and ran as fast and hard as she could.

Unfortunately, Stephanie's leash stopped her flight at about four feet. Her neck jerked back hard, knocking her off balance. Her body hit the concrete sidewalk hard, knocking the air out of her with an "Mpppphhhh." She lay there recovering until Mr. Jackson and the driver reached down and picked her up. She struggled weakly, but there was no problem lifting her and placing her into the trunk of the limo. The trunk lid slammed shut and she lay in the dark as the limo began moving.

Stephanie lay in the back of the car, wondering where she was being taken and what would happen to her.