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Chapter 7
The next morning, I was tied to a chair in front of a computer screen, being made to help choose which photos would be used to advertise me for sale. I had spent another restless night thinking of the life that was being planned for me. To add to my tiredness was the fact that Bill and Joe had visited during the night. I had begun to almost accept the men’s visits, but still found the roughness of some of the men hard to take. My nipples were still sore from them being pulled by Joe while Bill had fucked me in the ass. The thing that I found the hardest was just being treated like an object, the thought that I had feelings seemingly ignored.
“Slave, I said which photo do you think we should use! I need your full attention, as the better the photos the better the buyer.” I focused again on the screen, which had the first set of photos of me posing on my own. I didn’t want to pick any of them, but knew I had no choice, the threat of punishment hanging heavy over my head. Looking at the photos, I pointed to two with my tied hands and hoped he would leave it at that.
I could see that she was just trying to get the job done and was not really looking at the photos, but was not going to let her get away with that. “Ok, Slave, why did you choose those two? What do you think anyone seeing them is going to think?” Clare looked at me and for a second I saw a flash of anger in her eyes but then it was gone, replaced by a look of acceptance.
I thought about what I could say, not even really remembering which photos I had picked. Starting to feel panicky, I pointed at a photo, hoping it was one of the ones I had chosen. I could sense Paul gazing at me and felt my heart start to beat rapidly in my chest. “ Master, I think this photo might be good because you can see my breasts.” I did not look up but could still feel his eyes burning into me. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back as I waited for Phil to respond.
“Funny, I don’t recall you choosing that photo before, though it is a very nice one.” Phil grabbed my hair and pulled back my head so I had to look at him. “We are not playing a game here slave and I don’t like thinking that you are wasting my time! Now, I will give you one more chance or you will be feeling a lot more uncomfortable than you are right now.” I saw her flinch as I pulled her hair one more time before letting her go.
I was shaken and knew that I had to do better. “I’m sorry master. I will try to do better.” This time I really did look at the photos and when I told him why I thought they would be good, I could see he was pleased with my selection.
“Good slave, now we come to the ones with the vibrator, I want two showing you using the vibrator and two during or after your orgasm.” I saw myself on the screen, the first lot of photos showing me inserting the vibrator and then with my legs spread wide. However, it was the next lot of photos that really made me blush, as they showed me in the throws of my orgasm. One photo really caught my eye. It showed me on my back, my eyes closed and my hands clutching the rug under me. It was not the position that caught my eye as much as the look on my face. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the passion on my face.
Having never seen myself mid orgasm, it was a shock to see that despite my hatred of using the vibrator, my body showed none of what I had been feeling. This shocked me and made me question if maybe I really did like some of what had been done to me. “Slave, I see you have found one photo you really like. Tell me about why it has you so fascinated?” “Master, I didn’t know I looked like that ….you know, when.. please don’t make me say it. Isn’t it enough that I have to help you pick out the photos?” I heard him sigh and then bring out a set of clamps from his pocket. “I’m sorry master, please don’t use the clamps, I just find it hard to talk about these the way you want me to.” Begging did no good and he proceeded to take each nipple and apply a clamp. My poor nipples ached as he stood up and brought something else out of his pocket. “Slave, do you know what these are?”
Shaking my head, I wondered what further torment he had planned. “These are weights designed to go onto the clamps on your nipples. I am going to put them on for one minute so you will know what they feel like.” When he attached the first weight, I thought my nipple was going to be pulled of. I tried to move away from him when he went to attach the second weight, the ropes holding me to the chair not letting me move more than an inch or two. The second weight felt no better and I could not stop my tears. Sixty seconds had never felt so long and it was only when he removed the weights that I was able to breathe again.
“So slave, I can see you didn’t like that very much. If you continue to disobey what you have been asked to do, then I will put them back on. Now, you were telling me why you like that photo.” Now that the clamps were gone, my nipples felt so much better, despite the clamps still being on. “Master, I like that photo because it shows me mid orgasm.” Looking at his face, he showed no emotion, so I moved onto the other ones I liked, making my descriptions as involved as I could. I managed to get through that lot of photos, but knew that the next ones would be the hardest.
Seeing her squirm and blush as I made her tell me about her photos was making my cock hard. If I didn’t know that I had to get her profile up by the afternoon, I would have taken some time to fuck her. Anyway, I knew that the next lot of photos would be the really interesting ones. Bringing up the new screen, I saw her go pale and then blush a bright red as she looked wide eyed at the shots of her with the two men. She looked at up me, her eyes wet with tears, and then sighed.
I thought I had never felt so humiliated as I glanced at the photos showing the two men’s cocks in me. Trying to imagine it was someone else in the shots did not work, as the memory was still so fresh in my mind. It never failed to amaze me that each time I thought they had brought me down to my lowest point, they found something else to bring me even lower. The sound of the weights being jiggled reminded me I had a job to do and I tried to look objectively at the photos.
“Master, I think the one showing the two cocks going in is a good one.” Phil could not say I had not told him about the photo but he wanted more. “Which one slave, I need more detail than that.” I didn’t think I could blush anymore than I was, but I did. “The one with the cock in my pussy and the cock just going into my mouth, master.”
“Which other one, slave? I think I like that one with Shane right in your throat, you can see the bump where his cock is deep in your throat. What do you think?” I saw her eyes flicker on the photo and then look away. “If you like it master, then use that one.” One look told her me needed more. “I think it also shows off my tied breasts
really well too.” “Right then, we will use that one and of course the final one needs to be of you covered with cum. Now that we have that settled, I think you need a change of pace.” Her confused face amused me as I removed the rope around her waist and lifted her of the chair. It was not until I had her down on her knees that she seemed to understand what I was talking about. “Undo my pants slave and thank your master for letting you see your photos.” The feeling of her hands on my pants and then my cock was wonderful.
Once again, I found myself submitting to the demands of one of my captors. I had learnt to control my gag reflex a bit more and was able to take him into my throat without the pain I used to feel. While he moved his cock in my throat, I thought about the photos and who would see them. It terrified me to think of being sold to a stranger, not that I was in such a safe place already, but at least I knew I was needed and would not be hurt too badly. The speed of the cock in my throat got faster and his cum exploded into me. I stayed where I was until he was done and he moved me to stand again. Outside I could hear the voices of some of the others and shuddered as I was led out of the room, wondering who would use my body next.
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