Asians for Auction

Part 1

"I just don’t like the idea of being auctioned off for any reason.”

“Come on, Ev, it’s for a good cause,” Janet exclaimed.

Janet was an officer of the UCLA chapter of ASA, Asian Service Association, a campus club that held various fundraisers so that they could assist needy groups and kids.  After school tutoring, taking inner city students on weekend outings, visiting senior centers, and various other community activities gave the college students a sense of doing something for others.

“But what if he is a dork, or even worse, a boring nerd, or even worse, what if no one bids for me,” replied Evelyn.

Janet and Ev had been friends since middle school, and through the first half of high school.  They started to go their separate ways when Janet’s boyfriend left her for Ev during their junior year.  Janet thought Ev had plotted to take him away, though Ev vehemently denied it.  And within months, Ev had dropped him, unwilling to let the jerk get into her pants.

In middle school, if truth be told, Evelyn was not the most attractive girl on campus.  She was taller and shapeless, she had braces on her teeth, and she wore glasses.  But she began to change in high school.  Contact lenses, straight white teeth and legs that never seemed to end had boys that had previously ignored her suddenly staring and salivating when Ev walked by. 

And to make matters worse, not only was she one of the most desirous girls on campus, but she was also an honors student. 

Janet was always among the most popular girls in middle school and high school.  Her body seemed to develop curves long before other girls and she had a bubbly personality.  She was a cheerleader and boys flocked around her like bees to honey.  She never had a problem getting a date to a dance or on a Saturday night.  It was just the fact that a guy would leave her for Evelyn that irritated Janet.

Janet’s and Ev’s parents were good friends.  And as Asian parents often do, they discussed their children’s grades.  Janet was always a few grade points beneath Ev, and that meant Janet’s parents would pressure their daughter far more than was healthy to a positive relationship.  Janet felt that she could never match Evelyn’s grades, no matter how hard she tried.  The more her parents took it out on Janet, the more she began to dislike Ev.  And when her boyfriend left Janet for Ev, that was the last straw.  Once best of friends, the two girls barely spoke to each other in their senior year.

It was somewhat awkward when they both chose to attend UCLA.  For the first two years, they would just say “Hi” and remained politely distant.  So when Janet called Evelyn out of the blue near the end of their third year to ask her to be involved in the auction, Ev was more than just surprised.  She was suspicious and after much pleading by Janet asked for a few days to think about it.

That was three days ago.  Ev had asked around and found that the auction was indeed for a good cause, that at least a dozen girls often “sold” themselves to guys, or girls, and the only expectation was dinner and a movie, or dancing, or clubbing and to be returned to the ASA club by 1 a.m.  It cost the auctioned coed nothing but a few hours of her time and many who had done it in the past found it to be a fun night out.  She had heard no complaints from anyone.

Nevertheless, Ev found it degrading to be auctioned like a slave, and potentially humiliating if the bidders did not offer more than a few dollars for her.  Janet was convincing, however Ev did want their friendship revived and by offering herself to help out Janet, she hoped it would mend a fence or two.

“OK, I’ll do it.”

“That is fuck awesome,” Janet replied and the smile on her face was a mile wide.

Part 2

Immediately after hanging up from talking with Ev, Janet called James, another friend from high school who attended UCLA.  While James had been the quiet, almost shy guy on campus in high school, he fit the description of still waters run deep.  Early on at UCLA, his roomie invited him to experience some of the big city and they made numerous trips to Hollywood.  It was on one of these trips that James discovered the bdsm scene and he was hooked. 

“Got her,” was all Janet needed to say.

“Fuck hot,” was his reply.

On the big university campus, it was lonely for many of the freshmen the first few months of their college experience.  It was not uncommon to connect with people you knew in high school and so it was that Janet and James hung out for most of September and October in their first year.   One Friday night, James invited Janet to Hollywood, “just to see a movie.”  They did in fact see a flick at the El Capitan, but then James guided her into one of several bdsm clubs that he had visited with his roomie. 

Janet balked at the idea, but he assured her it was safe.  When he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket, she almost flipped.  “Are you nuts!” she shouted, and people passing on the sidewalk smiled and giggled at the scene. 

“These aren’t real, look,” and he showed her how they were play handcuffs and the she could get out of them whenever she wished.  “The club has rules, you know, and just standing around and staring is a fast way to get kicked out.  Come on, Janet, it’s just for fun!”

So she allowed him to cuff her hands in front of her and they walked into the club.  If it was eye candy to James, it was eye-opening to Janet.  Stages all around the large mail floor, with pole dancing, strippers in latex, the hottest sluts she had ever seen in collars and leashes, kneeling, bent over, being handled like whores, it was sensory overkill.  After letting her stand and absorb the scene for a few minutes, James urged her onward, and found an empty table near the side of the room.

“Since you have on more clothes than any other slut in the joint, you might want to kneel next to my chair so that we don’t look too obvious.”

He was right.  She was wearing shorts, a cut off t, a hoodie, and sandals on a relatively warm fall night.  She looked around at the other girls, those not performing on one of the stages, and realized all of them were in various stages of undress and she was the only one not showing at least one private part of her anatomy.

So she knelt and when James reached down and patted her head, saying “Good girl,” as he would commend a dog, she cringed and gritted her teeth. 

If James thought this would turn her on and inspire her to become his submissive pet, he was wrong.  In fact, quite the opposite.  Yes, she began to feel a wetness in her pussy, but by the end of the evening, as they walked from the club, she was not juicing in anticipation of behaving like on the sluts, but in the fantasy of having one or more of the gyrating and grovelling sluts serve her!

And she knew exactly which slut in her life she wanted to be her collared, leashed and obedient pet.  Evelyn Wang.

Part 3

"So Nathan, tell me again why you're hanging round me?"

Nathan Jones was a final year student at UCLA and, officially, the boyfriend of a second year student called Sophie Park.

"Coz Janet, I heard your charity auction, you know, the one for the ASA, could be, well, humiliating for certain of the girls being sold."

"Mmmm," Janet pondered, "How do you mean … humiliating?"

"I dunno Janet, I was hoping you could tell me."

"Oh were you?"

"Look, my girl Sophie is a hot, hot girl but the bitch will not touch me with her mouth. Fuck, Janet, imagine having full, moist, glistening lips trail all over your body but not touching your … well not touching your groin?"

Janet laughed, "You mean she won't give you head?"

"Hell yeah, that's just what I mean and so I hoped 'we' could get her involved in your auction and take her down a peg or two."

"Look Nathan, it's only a charity auction, not a lot will happen other than hot, scantily clad girls will be auctioned off for a date."

"Oh come on Janet, I heard that you could organise more than that."

"Did you indeed? Well y'know Nathan you're a good looking guy and so if I agreed to help you show little Sophie her place what do I get in return?"

Janet let her hand stray down to Nathan's bursting erection and she gave it a light squeeze before pushing him away.

He groaned, aching for more of Janet's touch.

"I knew you'd help me Janet, and I can make it so worth your while," he said reaching for Janet's right breast. Janet backed away, not prepared to let him touch her … yet.

"So, what you gonna do with her anyways?" Nathan asked, now searching for the details.

"Why honey, just auction her off to the highest bidder of course, and all in the name of a good cause." Her voice was full of innocence but Nathan knew that there was some malicious intent in there, and that made his erection harden even more.

Poor young Sophie.

Sophie Park had moved to the USA five years ago with her family when she was 15 years old. Her father was an engineer and they relocated to Boston where Sophie happily attended high school graduating both as a successful scholar and popular with both the boys and the girls, but the girls only in a platonic sense of course! She had signed up for the European History degree at UCLA and moved across to California, miles away from her family. At first she had found it hard to make new friends but her involvement as a cheerleader for the UCLA football team had soon raised her profile and with it came friends and sex!

Nathan had been with her just a few months but she thought the world of him and happily gave herself to him almost whenever he wanted. It wasn't as if she was a virgin, in fact she had lost her virginity when she was just 17, but she could not bring herself to use her mouth 'on' boys. Sophie had always held back from head action and she wasn't sure why. Maybe the thought of taking male sperm into her mouth or over her face turned her off, she wasn't sure. She knew it pissed Nathan off and so Sophie was trying to prepare herself mentally to make her current boyfriend her first blow job partner. 

Sophie stared at the poster advertising the Asian club's auction.

"Hey babe," the voice shocked her, coming suddenly from so close behind.  She turned and snaked her body tightly into her boyfriends winding her arms around his waist.

"Hey you," she replied and pressed her lips to his. They kissed for a passionate few seconds before Nathan pulled himself away.

"So you gonna sign up?" Nathan looked at the poster on the wall.

"What for an auction, to be sold, no way!"

"Aww go on babe, you'll look so good with your mix of Malaysian and Chinese you'll be the most exotic creature on show."

"Nope, sorry!"

"But I'll be so proud and don't worry I'll buy you anyway."

"Really?"

"Of course hon, do ya think I'd let some other sexed up boy get at ya?"

"Well …" Sophie said, clearly giving the possibility more thought now, "It is for a good cause."

"Course it is Soph. So are you in?"

"But it's tomorrow and that's just no time to … well to prepare"

"What preparation do you need? You're just beautiful the way you are. Go on babe, will you sign up?"

Sophie was surprised at Nathan's keenness for her to be involved, but nodded her head.

"Okay, I'll do it, just for you though," she said planting a kiss on his lips.

"Okay, I heard that," said Janet appearing from nowhere beaming broadly, "just fill in this form and you're in."

Part 4

It was Monday when Ev agreed to be auctioned that Friday night.  Janet had sent her an email on Wednesday with the details.

Hey Ev,

thanks for doing this.  you will have the time of your life, and its all for a good cause, remember. 

one of the ASA members will pick you up at 7 this Friday night.  you may want to bring your auction outfit in a separate carry-on.  remember, we are trying to get a good price for you, so plan on something that will cause a few hard ons in the crowd, k?   heels, fosur, the higher the better, boots if you have them.  you know what they say, heels are the best aphrodisiac ever invented. 

thanks, see you babez,

J

Ev did not care for the tone of the email, almost like a subtle way of giving orders, but after her last class on Friday, she decided that she might as well do it right, so she took the Westwood 1 bus to Victoria’s Secret and decided to splurge.  She had seen these drop-dead boots online at Secret Sirens, but there was not enough time to order them at this point.  If anyone would have them, it would be Vic’s Secret.

She loved shopping there.  It made her feel feminine, sexy, and yes, hot.  And they had just the boots she wanted, knee high, 6 buckles up the side, and heels of 4, 5, or 6 inches.  She opted for the 5.  Shiny, black, fuck they were hot.

Now for the rest, she thought, skimming through the store, really getting into it, wanting to fetch the highest price at the auction.  She found just the right combo a few minutes later.  She had thought about a lace up the sides skirt, but when she saw the lace up the sides hot pants, and matching leather tube top, lace up the front and back, she knew she would be the top price at the auction and bring mucho bucks to the charity.  Ev still had much of her mocha tan from the summer along Malibu and this outfit would show plenty of skin.  Purrfect, she mewed to herself.

It was about 3:00 in the afternoon when Ev arrived back at her apartment.  She decided to get a few winks, since it would likely be a late night.  Her imagination was already in full gear, thinking about who would buy her, which Prince Charming would arrive to take her out on the town. 

But her active mind would not sleep.  She lay there imagining what her parents would think, if they knew their daughter was being auctioned off tonight.  They were so conservative, her mom from Taiwan, her dad from the mainland.  They did not allow her to go out on a date until her junior year in high school, and even then enforced a strict curfew of 11.  11!!  She was the butt of many jokes among her friends. 

Actually, as she smiled to herself, 11 was about right.  That first date with Jason had been awful.  He had been Janet’s bf since the summer between their sophomore and junior years, and then suddenly he started to come on to Evelyn.  It was flattering at the time, but that first date was a nightmare.  It was obvious from the first moments the lights went out in the movie theatre that he wanted to take advantage of her inexperience, that he wanted in her pants.  She wondered if this was because he had his way with Janet and so assumed he could get his way with her.  But he didn’t his way that night, and that was her one and only date during her junior year.  In fact, she went with two other girls to the junior-senior prom that spring, and danced only a couple of times, and no slow dances.

She lay there thinking what else she should wear and what makeup she should use.  Her parents did not allow her to even pierce her ears in high school, so the first thing she did upon arriving at UCLA was go downtown and not only get her ears pierced, but also her bellybutton. She had always admired the hoop-look that many Hispanic girls preferred.  Hoops looked sexy, and she had heard others refer to them as fuck-me hoops.  Ev did not go for the 4-inch diameter, but usually wore the 2-inch silver hoops, the silver matching the piercing in her navel.  In a pony tail and, as long as the weather was nice, cut-off t’s or tie-off blouses her rings were always on display.  One of her friends had commented that she had the belly of a slave.  They laughed about the comment, but in the secrecy of her mind that is exactly the image Evelyn wanted to give.  So while she had seemingly fought Janet about the auction, in fact it was part of her fantasy.

Just before dozing off, she decided to wear jeans, a tie-off blouse, black thong, hoops, and 3 inch heels.  And no bra.  She was really very excited about the night ahead.

Part 5

“I still don’t understand why you won’t be there,” Amy said in confronting Janet.  “This is the fundraiser of all fundraisers and all the officers should attend.”

“I know, I know, but you know I did my part to get it all together.  It’ll be a big turnout and we got plenty of hot gyrls and studs to auction off, and besides you handle the stage better than I could.”

Earlier that week, Janet had dropped the hint to her co-chair, Amy, that something had come up at home, something unexpected and “I can’t tell you all the details”, and that she might have to miss Friday night.  She had made the home situation sound vague, yet serious, and now it was Friday, and she had sought out Amy to give her the “sad” news.

In fact, there was no problem at home, but how could she tell her co-chair that she couldn’t make their auction, because she had her own to attend in Hollywood, one that she could not possibly miss.  This would be the night she would “buy” her own slavegirl, Evelyn Wang.

The Vault was one of many bondage clubs in Hollywood, and the one that James had first taken Janet.  Every Friday night they held an auction, just one of many ways a member could live out their fantasy.  Actually, two auctions.  One was quite real, and the slave on-stage had no idea who would buy her, or occasionally him.  The club got half the final bid, and the slave, or the one offering the slave for the night got the other half.  That auction started at midnight.  Sometimes slaves offered themselves, but more often, a master or mistress would auction their slave as part of the bdsm experience.  The slave could not be taken from the premises, but there were plenty of rooms and equipment in the dungeon to make the night quite a real experience.  The only rule was that no permanent marks or damage could be inflicted on the slave. 

But the 10:00 auction was quite different.  At this earlier auction, before the big crowds and big bucks arrived, a master or mistress or simply friend made prior arrangements and was guaranteed they would be the winning bid.  For $200, they then had the use of the dungeon until midnight and what happened after that the club could care less.  Both the slave and master signed waivers exonerating The Vault of any wrongdoing.  Basically, it was an opportunity for a couple new to the bdsm scene to get the feel of an auction, but the outcome was always predetermined.

James had asked Janet to experience this early auction on their second trip to the club.  But she turned him down, already sensing that her interests were more in the mistress domain, not as a submissive slave.  In fact, she joked that if he wanted to go on-stage, she would buy him! 

The moment she heard about this second, predetermined auction, her thoughts turned to Evelyn.  Janet thought of herself as bi, with a leaning towards girls.  She and various girls in her dorm had had intimate and playful times over the first few years at UCLA.  Sometimes it got a little kinky, when one or the other would tie the others’ hands with rope and make the play a little more intense.  More and more it was Janet doing the tying and playing the domme role.  And more and more Janet began to imagine Ev under her control, unable to resist, forced to yield as a slut and slave to her Mistress.

James and Nathan had connected earlier that year, and the previous Saturday Nathan went with James to The Vault.  Nathan was hooked almost immediately.  He told James about Sophie, his “foreign fucktoy” as he called her, and her unwillingness to offer all three of her holes to him.  James, and Janet for that matter, had met Sophie a few times, and thought of her as one hot dish, cute but sexy, with a delicious and innocent-sounding English accent.  It was obvious that Sophie was quite submissive to Nathan, so it surprised James that she was unwilling to service Nathan unconditionally, that she had placed her mouth off limits.  James told Nathan about Janet’s plan to enslave her high school rival, and how Sophie could be convinced to participate.  He explained that the ASA Auction was quite real, with flyers all around campus, so all Nathan had to do was get Sophie to willingly participate, and then they would switch auctions.  Nathan called Janet on her cell to explain the plan, and she was delighted with the idea, and suggested how they might trap Sophie.

Part 6

"Waddya think Nathe?" Sophie came out of her bedroom to where Nathan was sitting comfortably drinking a bottle of Bud in the living room of Sophie's small apartment. Soph wanted to look good for the auction but not too good. She wasn't prepared to slut herself out for anyone, no way!

"Shorter skirt Soph, put on your denim one, I love that."

"Not a chance Nathan, it’s way too short.  I'll be so embarrassed."

"Come on girl, I want to be proud of my princess's hot body. Wear it for me."

Sophie sighed. She knew who was winning out here.

"Okay, okay, but what about my top?"

"Top's good Soph," Nathan eyed the tight cut off yellow T, and then said, "but lose the bra."

"Nathe, come on my breasts aren't exactly the smallest y'know."

"That I do know girl," he smiled, his eyes twinkling. Sophie smiled an embarrassed smile.

"K, gimme a minute."

When Sophie returned Nathan almost dropped his beer. She looked like a magazine model fresh from the pages of FHM.

"Like it?" she asked giving a twirl. Nathan just nodded as he followed her endless tanned legs until they disappeared into Sophie's faded denim micro skirt. His eyes then moved up over her flat belly and onto the bullet hard nipples poking through the tight yellow top.

"Will I do then?" she asked again.

 

"Fuck yeah," drooled Nathan as he thought how good her belly would look pierced. Still, that was surely only a matter of time away for his poor, student girlfriend.

Nathan could not take his eyes off her.

"Come here," he ordered. Sophie moved her body sensuously over to him and wound her arms around his neck. They kissed and she felt his hard on brush her thighs.

"You pleased with lil ol Soph then honey?"

By way of answer he kissed her again and his right hand cupped her left breast and squeezed.

"Mmmmmmm," the scantily dressed English girl groaned.

"Kneel down for me, Soph."

It was a strange request, but she obeyed and knelt for him, acutely aware that her face was exactly at the level of his groin. He moved behind her and began to stroke her head an play with her hair and 3 inch hoop earrings. Sophie closed her eyes. His touch felt so good.

He moved around again to her front and applied pressure to his girl's head forcing her face into his groin.

"Please, Sophie," he begged. If only she had known that this was her last chance to avoid being sold as a sex slave young Sophie might have given in, but she didn't and so her response was the same as it always is.

 

"No, Nathan, I'm not ready," and she stood and sulked off into a corner of the room.

Ordinarily Nathan might have sulked as well or stormed off, but tonight he knew what lay in store for his girlfriend and so he simply moved to her and offered her a comforting word.

"Okay, sweetheart, no pressure. I knew what you would say and so I shouldn't have tried it. It's just that you looked so sexy and well, I couldn't resist."

Sophie smiled and kissed him again.

"We gotta go soon, Soph."

"Yeah hon, I know. Should I go in this gear or take it with me dya think?"

"Put a coat on over it ‘n stay as you are. It'll be so hot knowing how you're dressed underneath."

Sophie smiled a little awkwardly, still feeling embarrassed by what she was about to do and how she was dressed.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you Nathe," she shouted from her bedroom, "Janet's picking us up in a cab. She says the venue's changed cos there's so many people wanting to come."

Nathan just smiled a knowing smile to himself.

Just then Sophie's cell phone rang.

"Hi sis, you ready?"

"Yeah, yeah Janet jus leaving now."

"Good cos I'm outside with a limo waiting for you."

"K, see you in a minute."

Nathan watched Sophie close and lock the door to her apartment and then felt himself getting hard at the thought of what the night would do to his poor little fuck-toy of a girl friend.

Part 7

Janet had told Ev to expect her ride by 7, so she was ready by 6:50, her nervous energy running high.  She decided to walk downstairs and wait for the ride in front of her apartment complex. 

A few minutes after 7, a minivan pulled up.  The back passenger windows were darkly tinted, but two guys were in front.  Both doors opened at once, the driver obscured from her view.  He walked around the back.  The other guy stepped out towards her.  He was wearing a sports coat without a tie.  At a little over 6 feet tall, his blond hair tossed by the light breeze, he smiled and Ev smiled back.

“Are you Evelyn?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, tossing her hair and giving a winning smile.

“We are here to take you to the auction,” as he opened the sliding side door, and reached out for her carry-all bag.  He set it inside the van to the left of the passenger seats and then extended his right hand to help her inside.  The driver stood to the left side of the door, his hands behind his back, and though she smiled at him, he did not return her greeting.  As she moved to get inside, he halted her progress.

“Oh, sec,” he nonchalantly commented, and in one rather smooth and swift move, reached out, took her left wrist and clicked a handcuff on it.

“Wha,” she reacted in surprise, but by then, the other guy, who had her right wrist, spun it behind her back and the driver closed the other handcuff, locking her wrists behind her back.

“What are…,” but they were already propelling her into the back seat.  She had no way to resist, her arms helpless.  As the sliding door began to shut, she yelled at the top of her lungs, “Stop!!!!!  Help!!!!!!!”, hoping someone would hear her cries.  Only then did she realize there was another guy in the back, hidden by the tinted windows.  Her scream was cut short when he shoved a wad of cloth into her mouth. 

“Relax, slut,” ordered the passenger in the front seat, the one that had seemed so friendly.  “It is all part of the auction experience.  It’s about a 45 minute drive in traffic, so just relax and enjoy.”

“Enjoy?” she thought.  “And why 45 minutes?” she continued to think in random spurts, struggling to spit the wad from her mouth and at least get to a sitting position.  She knew the ASA Auction was at most 15 minutes away in downtown Westwood. 

“Stop twisting.  You might bruise yourself,” advised the guy who had gagged her.  But then he helped her to a sitting position.  He took another cloth and pulled it tightly across her mouth, forcing the other rags deeper into her mouth, and tied it at the back of her neck.  She looked out the window and saw they were going east and had already left Westwood.

She momentarily paused in her struggles, but then began to scream into her gag, repeatedly yelling “Stop” and “Nooooo”, but all that came out were moans of distress. 

“I love it when they fight the inevitable,” spoke the driver.  “Show us her attributes, Jeff.”

The kidnapper who had helped her to a sitting position, reached over her shoulders to loosen her tie-up blouse.  She fought the intruder, but when he reached under her blouse and painfully pinched her right nipple, she screamed and stopped twisting, just arched her back to relieve the pain. 

“Stop fighting and I will let your tit go,” Jeff said, and began to loosen his vice-like hold on her sensitive nub.  She corresponded by stopping her struggles.  “That’s better.  Just relax,” and he finished untying the loose knot in her blouse, unbuttoned it, and pulled the blouse to the side, revealing her now fully-erect nipples. 

“Kinda small,” said the passenger in front, “but typical of Asian sluts that have not had the full beauty treatment.  They always look like they are 10 years younger than they are.”  All three men laughed their agreement.  “I bet anything when we get to her pussy, it will be shaved and smooth like a middle school girl.”

For the first time, Ev’s eyes began to tear up.  She was in a helpless position, being taken to an unknown location.  They were assessing her breasts like she was not there, like schoolboys rating girls as they walked by.  And they were right about her pussy.  She did shave it!

She tried to block out the humiliation and looked out the window.  They were on Sunset, driving east along the Strip, headed towards Hollywood.  What was going on?  Did anyone know where she was?  How was she going to get out of this?  Her mind was spinning randomly and she had already decided that she would not escape this situation with her virginity, that they, whoever they were, would not stop with humiliating her.

After an eternity of driving and additional lewd and crude comments, they arrived and pulled into a parking lot in the back of a place called The Vault.  Neon signs around the building showed the outline and profile of naked women, not unlike those that drifted across the screen of a 007 movie during the opening credits.  Ev’s heart began to beat faster.  She had not attempted to speak or give them any reason to further her humiliation.  She had sat there for the past 20 minutes or more, blouse wide open, drool beginning to form at the ends of her gag, wrists locked behind her back.

They had arrived, but what was this place and what was going to happen next?

Part 8

Janet had already arrived at The Vault when they brought in Ev.  She watched from the shadows as her rival was hustled into the back door, her eyes wide with fear and apprehension, her blouse opened and pulled back over her shoulders.  “No bra, fuck what a slut,” Janet thought. 

She had made all the arrangements with the very professional and accommodating staff of The Vault.  They knew their stuff, she had to admit.  It had cost an additional $50 to have Ev physically kidnapped and brought here, bringing the total to $250, but it was so worth it! 

Jeff had Ev by the hair and forced her head to be bowed as he propelled her along duck walking her down the hallway to one of the many “cells” provided by the club.  Edgar walked behind, toting Ev’s bag and additional items Janet had provided.  He noticed Janet to the side and gave her a smile and wave.  Having moved the van to the club’s garage, Matt had yet to appear.  She knew all three guys from her visits to The Vault with James, and made her arrangements.  None of them went to UCLA so there was little chance that Ev would know them.

They walked Ev into the cell and pushed her up against the far wall.  Jeff whispered menacingly into her right ear.  “I am going to release your hands and take out your gag.  I don’t want to hear a word, not one word.  I want you to strip off your pants and if you are wearing panties, take those off also.  Take off your blouse and put on whatever you plan to wear tonight at the auction.  Is that clear?”

Considering her face was pushed up against the wall, Ev did her best to nod a sniffling “Yes.”  She saw no way out of the situation at the moment.

“Good,” Jeff confirmed, and loosened the gag and pulled the sopping rags from her mouth.  Edgar handed him the key to the cuffs and he released those and stepped back, giving Ev some space.  She rubbed her sore wrists and then turned, to see her two of her three kidnappers staring at her.  She hesitated, then saw her carry-all on the ground beside her.  Did they expect her to strip in front of them?  She looked around the room for a closet or bathroom, but there was none.

“Come on,” urged Edgar. “Let’s see if I was right about the shaved pussy.”

Matt arrived and said, “Hey, did I miss anything?”

“Please,” she begged, planning to ask for just a little privacy.  Jeff was on her in a flash.  He knew she could not avoid speaking, and this was the moment to drive her situation home with an exclamation mark.  He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the cot, twisting her sideways as he sat and pulling her over his lap.  She fought and screamed bloody murder, but he was too strong.

“A little help with her jeans, please,” Jeff asked his two friends, who gladly each took one side of her waist and pulled her jeans down to her ankles.  “Nice,” purred Jeff, in double admiration of her tight ass and black thong.  Ev had stopped screaming, but was alternating between sobs of frustration and deep gasps of fear.

He held both her wrists in his left hand and used his right hand to twist her face towards him.  “I told you not to say a word, and you disobeyed.  Slaves do not disobey,” and with that released her hair and began to spank her bare ass with his open palm. 

The first slap caught her totally by surprise.  It took a moment for the pain to register.  She had never been spanked before, never.  By the time she realized how painful it was, Jeff was already raining down his third and forth slap.

“When”  SMACK   “I”   SMACK   “tell you”   SMACK  “something”   SMACK   “you”   SMACK   “obey”   SMACK   “do you”   SMACK   “understand?”   SMACK

She tried to speak clearly, but it came out in sobs and spurts.  “Ye…”  sob  “Ye…”  sob   “pleas…”

Jeff dumped the shocked and horrified Ev to the floor and with his foot rolled her partially over.  “Now, do as I said, NOW, change into your auction clothes, NOW,” he screamed at her and she struggled to her feet, staggering back to her carry-all, dumping it out on the floor, pulling off her thong, and immediately pulling up her hot pants, but not before Edgar crowed, “See what I told you.  All Asian sluts shave their pussy and they all look 5 or 10 years younger than they really are!”

FLASH

Ev looked up in shock.  Matt had taken her cell phone from her carry all when her back was turned, and had taken her picture in the nude as she had stood up trying to pull up her leather shorts.  She almost said, Please No, but as her mouth was opening, Jeff barked, “Not a word, slut!  Get into your slut clothes NOW!”

Ev did her best to ignore his comments, now regretting the clothes she had chosen, horrified that they were taking her picture. They had captured her with her blouse open, her pussy bare, and the shortest pants about half way up her legs.

When she tried the shorts on before, she had left the sides laced, but loose, so she quickly tightened and tied the leather strings on both sides.  She picked up the tube top, and quickly taking off her blouse…

FLASH

Again, Matt had taken a picture, her breasts bared as she prepared to slip it around her back.  She had completely unlaced the front, and now had to suffer the agonizingly slow process of lacing up the front while the three guys snickered and made crude comments about her small breasts, and while Matt took another picture.

FLASH

Finally the boots.  Her sandals had been ripped off her feet prior to her spanking, so she moved over to the cot, and sitting pulled first the right, then the left boot up to her knees, tightening the side buckles on both.  Suddenly she felt more naked with this outfit on than without.  It revealed so much skin, her navel piercing and hoop earrings completing the now embarrassing ensemble.  

Edgar then stepped forward carrying a gym back that had been provided by Janet.  He pulled a black collar from the bag, a dog collar to be exact, with studs all around, and a D ring in front.  “Lift your hair, slut,” he ordered Ev, “so I can buckle on your collar.”  She hesitated for just a moment, but Edgar bellowed, “Now!” and she obeyed.

She felt totally degraded as he buckled the collar around her neck.  Then he reached into his bag and brought out two wider black cuffs.  He took first her left, and then her right and buckled the cuffs around her wrists.  Each had several rings around the cuff.  Finally, he brought out a chain leash, and snapping it onto her collar, he began to pull her up from the cot.

“Stand there, with the leash hanging between your breasts and give us the sluttiest smile you can,” Edgar commanded, as he stepped away.

Ev knew they would take her picture, but what choice did she have?  If she didn’t obey, they would surely punish her.  What were they going to do with the pictures on her cell phone?  She was sick to her stomach with fear and foreboding. 

So she obeyed, and smiled as Matt took the picture.

“Pose, slut!” Edgar ordered.  “You look like a fricken statue.  Do something enticing with the leash, run it through your mouth, move your legs, open them wide, stick out your ass, do something!”

Ev could not believe what they were asking of her.  Why oh why did she let Janet talk her into this?  Did Janet even know she was here? 

But she obeyed, using the leash like a prop, running it between her mouth, turning sideways, sticking out her breasts and ass, turning her head at a sexy angle, smiling like she was indeed enjoying it. 

Matt must have taken a dozen more pictures, before Jeff called it quits.  Grabbing her leash, he pulled it tight.  “Let’s go slut. Your Master or Mistress awaits you!”

He walked her towards the door, but stopped at the table where her now empty carry-all now sat, and next to it was a printed document and a pen.

“Sign it,” Jeff ordered, handing Ev the pen.  Ev caught scattered words as she quickly scanned the paper.  “Release”  “Agreement”  “The Vault” 

“Sign it! I said,” shouted Jeff, and she knew they would not let her read it completely.  She signed her name and put down the pen, as Jeff jerked her collared neck towards the door.  “Good.  All nice and legal now,” he chuckled as they left the changing cell.

Part 9

Sophie stepped out of the front door to her apartment block and past Nathan who stood aside letting her go first.

"Where's the limo, Nathe?" she asked.

 

"Listen Soph, I just had a text from Janet and she has had to go on to the Auction early so she has sent a car to pick us up. I guess that is it over there."

Nathan pointed not at a limo but at a parked white van. Sophie had an uneasy feeling which wasn't helped when she saw the two large men in long black coats get out of the vehicle.

"Go on, Soph," urged Nathan when he saw that his girlfriend had stopped walking. He pushed her gently and she started up again.

They reached the car whereupon one of the men greeted the anxious Asian student.

"Welcome, Miss Sophie Park, are you ready for our Auction."

Soph was a little scared now, but managed to utter "Y … y … yes." Fuck, they already knew her name.

"Yes, SIR!" said one of the men half seriously, half in an apparent jokey manner, and then quickly added, "Just getting you into the Auction spirit."

Sophie smiled nervously.

"You also need to put this on." The man produced a black, studded collar with a large silver D ring at the front.

Sophie shrunk back, "No way, thank you. I'm outta here."

Nathan stopped her escape with a gentle cajoling. "Come on Soph, it's an Auction, you've gotta play the game."

Sophie was not happy, but sighed and said, "Okay, but when you've put it on let me get straight inside the van, I don't want anyone to see me."

The man smiled and said, "Oh yes, Sophie don't worry that's exactly where you're going."

As Soph slipped off her coat, handed it to Nathan and moved her long hair to one side to allow access for the collar, she missed the assertive tone in the man's voice. The collar was secured around Sophie's sexi, tanned Asian neck before the man clipped a leash quickly to it.

"What the fuc …" Sophie's complaint was cut short when the man moved to her right wrist and clipped a handcuff around it.

"No, what … this is too much, let me go." But with clever movement and practiced speed another black coated man had now joined them and had secured Sophie's left wrist in the handcuffs.

"She's ours now boy", they said to Nathan, "You will see her next on the Auction block.

"Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaathe, helllllllllp," Sophie yelled as she was pushed into the open side door of the van. Nathan watched his scantily clad girlfriend disappear as the wide van doors slid shut.

Sophie lay sprawled on her back with her arms painfully trapped behind her. Looking round she saw that the back of the van, except for where the doors were, had leather seating all the way around the sides with a space about 3m by 3m in the middle. This was where Sophie now lay.

"She's got nice tits for an Asian cunt," one of them said. Sophie was stung by the crude nature of their remark.

"Let's see 'em, eh?"

"No, please," Sophie begged to no avail.

"She watched helplessly as her low cut yellow T was pulled down off her shoulders so that her breasts spilled free. Her nipples were hard as bullets.

"Okayyyyyyy, nice nips," said one of the men, of which Sophie could see there were now three with her in the back, and she presumed at least one more driving the van. The man who had originally collared her moved to kneel next to the poor captive girl. He fondled Sophie's erect nipples and then squeezed them hard making Sophie squeal and cry out. Then for no apparent reason he slapped her tits and face hard, several times. Sophie reeled and fell onto her side. She felt her collar taken and the leash fastened by its first chain link to a clip hook in the floor of the van. Sophie's head was rendered immobile.

The poor girl was then flipped onto her knees so that her head was fastened with her right cheek flat to the floor and her ass high in the air.

"Please, let me go," Sophie pleaded.

"Gag the cunt." Sophie felt her mouth filled with a rag of some sort and then a second strip of cloth was tied tightly between her lips and fastened at the back of her head. She was gagged and could now do no more than utter unintelligible grunts.

"Look at that pert ass, this one'll fetch a fortune, might even bid myself."

"You know we can't do that Kyle."

"Yeah I know, shame though," said Kyle as he moved Sophie's skirt up to bunch around her waist. Staring at the firm ass cheeks and tight thong, he stroked Sophie's flesh. The student girl squirmed and then she bucked as he moved the thong to one side.

"Shaved pussy boys, what did I tell you? And lookee here, she’s wet as a melting ice cube!"

It was true that despite the terrible nature of what was been done to her, Sophie's natural reactive juices were betraying her. Then he dipped his finger inside her naked slit and she groaned loudly into the gag.

"Hey Kyle, leave her now, we're not allowed to touch her – yet, you know that."

 

"Yeah, okay I know," Kyle bemoaned, and much to Sophie's relief withdrew his finger and replaced her thong.

As Sophie was left secured by her collar to the van floor, her tits hanging loose, her ass high and exposed and her hands cuffed behind her back, she wondered where she was really heading and what would happen to her.

It was with these thoughts in her head that she heard one of the men shout, "Okay bud, away we go … to the Vault!" and the van pulled away.

Part 10

As they left the cell door, with Jeff pulling the completely obedient Ev, the leash attached to her collar, Edgar called out. “Hey, wait, let’s do this right.  He had picked up a short length of chain with cuffs from the bag and a ball gag.  He stuck the gag into the pocket of his jacket and held the chain in his left hand.

“Put your hands behind your back, slut,” he ordered and when Ev obeyed, he used the clips to lock her cuffs together.  “Move your feet closer together,” and when she did, he used the 24- inch chain with ankle cuffs to connect her ankles.  The metal cuffs fit tightly around her boots and she was completely hobbled.  If she had any idea of running away, that was no longer possible. 

He stepped in front of Ev. “And just so you do not say something stupid, open your mouth.”

Ev attempted to rebel at this point.  While she didn’t say anything, she just stood there with her jaws clamped shut, a defiant look on her face.  “Open your slut mouth, bitch, or I will force it open!”

“Hey, wait,” Matt interjected, moving over from the side, playing with her cell phone.  “Lemme see, yes, here it is. Mom.  This should make quite an impression on your mom, seeing her lovely daughter posing as a complete fucktoy.”  He pressed the speed dial and showed it to the horrified Ev.

“Noooooo, please, noooooo!” she wailed, the abject horror etched on her face.  Matt looked her in the eyes and said, “You better say Hi to your mom,” and held the phone up to her ear and mouth.

“Hi, honey,” Ev heard her mom’s voice.

“Hi, mom,” Ev replied quietly.

“How’s my girl doing?  Long time no hear!”

“Yes, mom, I know.  It’s been so busy, so I just wanted to call and say Hi.”  As she spoke she looked into Matt’s smiling face, all innocent and boy-like, but she knew he held her future in his hands.

“That’s sweet, dear.  When will you be coming home?”

“Maybe next weekend, if daddy can come and pick me up.”  Jeff had stepped in front and whispered, “End it, now.”

“Mom, gotta go, just wanted to say Hi and love you,” and with those words she began to choke up.

“Love you, too, honey.  Be good.”

“Yes, mom, bye.”  She barely got those words out before the tears began to roll and the sobs started.

Matt took the phone as Jeff grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks.  “Knock it off and open up, NOW, or we will send the pictures.”

Still sobbing, Ev opened her mouth and Edgar inserted the red ball gag, and tightened the straps around the back of her head.  She continued to sniffle and breathe in gasps through her nose.  But the guys had no compassion on their suffering slut and Jeff pulled her along into the hallway, heading back in the direction from which they originally brought her.

As they walked down the hallway, the noise increased.  It sounded like a crowd of people had gathered beyond the open door ahead, and Ev was totally freaked by the thought that anyone would see her like this.  But instead of going out that door, they opened a door marked STAGE and walked from a carpeted floor to a wooden floor, surrounded by pulleys and ropes and curtains and stage lights  A large black curtain blocked the stage from the view of the audience out in front. 

Ev was shaking with frustration and fear that there might be friends from UCLA out there to add to her abject total humiliation!

Part 11

The van carrying Sophie pulled into the back parking lot of The Vault.  Nathan had driven ahead and was already inside with Janet when the van arrived.

Sophie was in considerable discomfort.  Her head had been chained and her cheek pressed to the floor of the van for more than 30 long minutes, her pert ass and erect nipples on display the entire time. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she could do nothing to cushion her face when the van hit a bump. The gag had become more than just a nuisance; her stretched mouth was aching from being forced open. 

“Ok, we’re here. I see Edgar’s van has already arrived, so let’s hustle her inside quickly.”

The side door of the van slid open and Sophie caught the glimpse of a neon sign and a dark parking lot.  Kyle reached down to unlock her chained neck and immediately pulled her towards the entrance, her feet trying to find a foothold.  She managed to step from the van, Kyle gripping her upper arm as he forced her towards the side entrance.  She made a futile attempt to scream, but all that came out of her gagged mouth was a high pitched whimper.

Kyle let go of her arm and took the leash, wrapping it around his fist a few time until his clenched hand was just below her jaw.  She had no choice but to follow quickly along as he pulled her into the door and a poorly lit hallway. 

As she struggled to make sense of what was happening, a side door opened up ahead and a muscular guy headed towards them with a grin on your face.

“What took you so long?” he asked Kyle.

“Just enjoying the company.  Is the other fuck already displayed?” Kyle responded.

“Nah, just got her back stage.  We were havin’ some fun with her, too.  This one looks like she will fetch a fair price.  Check out those knockers!”  By now he stood in front of Kyle and Sophie, and had reached out to grab her left breast, still exposed.  “Fuckin’ hot,” he grinned, looking her straight in the face.

Sophie moaned and tried to get away, but her leashed neck gave her little room to manoeuvre and then suddenly he let go of her breast and reached under her skirt to grab her pussy.  Sophie yelped and tried to hop out of harm’s way, but his grip was tight and she was trapped.  She squealed, which just made both guys laugh.

“Edgar, you got your hands full!  I checked the fuck’s pussy on the way over.  Wouldn’t mind a piece of her myself.  Well, better get her ready. Let’s go, fucktoy,” and began to move away as Edgar released his hold on her pussy.

“Hmmmm, she is juicing, Kyle,” as Edgar held his wet hand up to his face and smelled her wetness.  Sophie was mortified that her body was betraying her.

Kyle pulled her into a side door, and they were on a back stage.  Outside, she could hear the murmurs of a crowd that was gathering.  Sophie’s brain was on overload, the smells, sounds, sights, and emotions blocking her ability to think clearly.  She looked to the side and it appeared that two guys were working on another Asian girl, this one dressed like a common whore, with boots, laced hot pants, laced tube top, and a ball gag. 

They stopped at a table, with a piece of paper and a pen.  “Nod if you are right handed,” he ordered Sophie.  She was not making sense of this, like who would care, but when he painfully twisted her arms up behind her back and he repeated his question, she shook her head and tried to say “Nooooooooo”. 

He released the cuff on her left wrist, but still had her right arm cruelly locked behind her back.  “Sign the bottom line, now,” and when she hesitated, he further twisted her right arm and she quickly scribbled her name.  “Good enough,” and with that, relocked her wrists behind her back.

As Sophie was pulled to the opposite side of the stage, she had one more good look at the other captive.  Her legs were separated by a bar at least 2 feet across, the ends of the bar chained to her ankles.  There was no way for her to close her legs, even if she wanted to. Her hands were cuffed behind her and a chain had been lowered from the rafters to hook on to the cuffs.  The chain was being raised and the poor girl was being forced to bend over, nearly at a right angle, to relieve the strain on her shoulders as the chain pulled higher and higher.  She was moaning and seemingly pleading through her ball gag, but the two guys were paying no attention. 

“Jeff, you can finish up, right? I’ll help Kyle with the second one,” as the guy named Matt left Ev and headed towards Sophie.  “What’s the plan, Kyle?”

"Hey, thanks.  Yeah, orders are to spread her and impale her.  She's not a virgin, so no worries."

 

"Love that display.  Love to see 'em squirm.  Let's do it!"

 

Matt approached Kyle who was already rubbing his hands over the delightful Sophie.

 

"We're gonna expose her pussy, spreader bar her ankles and then hoist her up, and drop her down on the dildo."

 

"Okayyyyyyyy, right man. So fucking hot. You'll like that slut, won't you?"

Matt grabbed Sophie's long hair and pulled her head back. She groaned into the ball gag, her lovely brown eyes wide with fear.

"Hold her ankles. Matt," requested Kyle, she's bound to kick, they always do." Sophie felt her ankles grabbed and held tightly just a few inches apart. She wanted to kick but couldn't and so her shorts and panties were pulled easily down her long, tanned legs. Kyle whistled as he saw her shaved pussy.

 

"All the fucking same these horny, Asian sluts, but don't ya just love 'em?" The men laughed. Sophie's legs were now pulled wide and new ankle cuffs were fastened to her body. Looking down she saw a metal bar being attached to the cuffs holding her legs about 3 feet apart. The young student groaned as she felt her naked pussy opening slightly and to her embarrassment she could sense her juice beginning to flow.  She would have fallen over, if they had not been gripping her arms

 

"Fuck, this one's hotter than a juicing whore!" Sophie wanted to die she was so embarrassed.

Kyle released her cuffed wrists and quickly Matt buckled on two leather cuffs, with multiple rings.  She heard chains being lowered from above and one by one, her wrists were attached to the chains, which then began to rise.  Soon she was completely spread eagled, and still the chains rose, lifting her off her feet, putting dreadful strain on her shoulders. 

 

Matt had returned with a rather heavy stand of metal, a solid base with a pole sticking out vertically.  Atop of the pole was a metal dildo. 

 

"You wanna fill her bud?" he asked Kyle.

"Thanks pal," Kyle replied, and manipulated the stand below Sophie.  He was able to raise and lower the dildo, using a series of notched buttons.  “Lower the slut,” and Sophie began to drop slowly. 

She could half see and half sense this and began to struggle as best she could, twisting and swinging. The lovely student's eyes opened wide with fear as the dildo approached her slit, then, just as it was a hair's breadth away from her body Matt stopped her descent.

 

"Position her, Kyle." Kyle moved to Sophie's pussy and, to her horror, took her lips and held them wide making sure that when the motor was started again, it would be in a direct line and enter her juicing cunt with ease. 

 

Matt started the device up again.

 

"Mmmmmmpphhhhhhhhh!" Sophie groaned into the gag and bucked her almost naked body against the dildo now fitted deep inside her. She could barely stand on her tip toes and she knew that the moment her calf muscles tired, she would further impale herself on the insidious device.  It was already filling her completely, and she feared it would rip her vagina if it was driven in any further.  

Sophie's ball gag was removed, but despite her desperate need to scream her mouth was dried up and before she could utter an intelligent sound she found her mouth opened in a wide O shape around a new metal frame gag. Her mouth was opened wide, she could not speak properly but, despite her relative innocence, Sophie knew just what could go inside the gag.

"Look at her fucking juice, Matt," remarked Kyle, "We're gonna have some fun selling this one!"

Part 12

In spite of her terrified state, Ev had seen them bring in the other girl that would be auctioned that night.  Ev noticed she also wore a collar and was leashed.  Ev thought she recognized the other girl from campus, but the glimpse was so fleeting that she was not sure.  The other girl was Asian and clearly in distress, her t-shirt having been pulled down over her shoulders and her beautiful breasts fully exposed.

“I told you to keep your head up, slut!” 

Ev’s primary tormenter, Jeff, pinched her nose and pulled her head higher.  The pain was agonizing and she moaned into her gag.  Lifting her head caused the pain in her shoulders to increase dramatically.  The moment he released her nose, she could not help lowering her head slightly and that was all it took for Jeff to react. 

“Edgar, bring me the hook.  This stupid fuck just won’t listen when I tell her something.”

Nooooooo, Ev wanted to say.  She wanted to obey, she wanted to avoid any more anguish, but the way her arms were pulled up behind her back, the way her legs were locked to the bar made it impossible to hold her head high the way he demanded.

Edgar handed the silver-colored hook to Jeff, who walked in front of Ev to show her the implement.  The hook had a small ball where the barbs would usually be, and at the top was a length of leather tied to an eyehole.  Several lose lengths of leather hung over his wrist.

“When are you going to learn to obey, slut?  When anyone orders you to obey, you do so immediately.  Anyone.  You are a slave.  There is nothing lower than you. 

“Guess where this hook is going, slut?” he laughed evilly, spitting on the ball at the base of the hook, and walking behind her. Ev’s hot leather shorts did nothing to protect her.  She screamed in shock and horror as she felt the hook being pushed into her virgin ass.  “Relax, slave!  Relax and it will go in more easily, because it is going in one way or the other.”

Relax! she screamed in her mind!  How could she relax!  She was being impaled on a hook, being forced painfully into her ass.  She had never felt such pain and though she tried to relax her sphincter muscles, her rapid and rasping breaths caused her nostrils to flare and she whimpered into her gag.  Jeff was relentless, pushing harder and harder, giving her no chance to accept the intruder. Just when she thought she could take no more, the ball seemed to pass a barrier and the remaining several inches of the hook slid easily into her ass canal.

Having imbedded the hook in her ass, Jeff proceeded to braid five shorter lengths of leather into her brown hair.  Ev’s breathing had slowed and she had seemingly accepted the hook into her asshole.  Jeff took all five pieces of leather now braided into her hair, gathered them into a bundle, and pulling on them all at once, he forced her head back beyond the horizontal.  The cords in Ev’s neck strained with pain, as he then connected the leather tied to the eyehook to the leather braids. 

Nooooooooo, Ev wailed into her gag, as her head was forced backwards, and any attempt to lower it forced the hook deeper into her ass.  Noooooooooooooooooooooo, she begged for mercy, but there was no one to save her.

Ev could hear the other girl was also in distress, the gag unable to silence her completely, her screams of pain rolling like thunder across the stage.  Ev could not twist her head to see what was happening, and soon her thoughts were driven inward, feeling the distress and humiliation build within her.

“Are we ready?” Jeff called across the stage floor to Matt.

“Yeah, let’s do it.  Edgar?”

Edgar, now dressed in a tux, walked onto the stage with a cordless microphone and short whip.  “Right.  Raise the curtain and let’s see how much we can get for these two.”  Edgar made that statement for the benefit of the two captured girls, knowing full well that Nathan and Janet would win in the end.

The curtain opened.  The spotlights shone brightly upon the two girls, each displayed in a way that was clearly painful and  revealing, their bodies works of bondage art, the pain etched in their faces.

“Mistresses and Masters, welcome to tonight’s auction. Tonight we have two slaves for sale, each a coed at UCLA, each begging to be bought, each wanting nothing more than to please and obey, each here on their own will, wanting to break the chains of their imprisoned existence, convinced that true freedom can only be found in the chains of a Master or Mistress.”

Noooooo, both Sophie and Ev thought as one.  None of this was true! They had come because they thought they were doing something helpful, to earn money for ASA.  All this talk of chains and the way they were presented to the crowd was all wrong!

“Usual rules apply.  Bids increase by $20.  The slave is yours for the weekend, or longer if you can come to some agreement.  Each has signed a waiver of release, no limits, no safe words, yours for the highest bid.”

Once again, Ev was stunned by the words.  None of this was true.  She wailed into her gag, but the excitement in the crowd and the catcalls drowned out her attempts to plead her case.  Sophie was nearly wild with fear.  She was impaled, gagged, and when she heard the lies, screamed as loudly as she could, trying to say HELP, but realizing no one would hear her plea and no one would care.

“Both are Asian, guess you can tell,” the crowd tittering at the obvious,  “the one on the left is red silk, the one on the right is white silk. We will start red and the opening bid is $100.  Do I hear 120?  Yes, I see 120, is there a 140?...”

Sophie’s eyes were adjusting to the lights and she could barely make out what was happening.  She had no idea what red silk and white silk meant, but she could see that the bidding paddles were popping up all over the crowd. In her predicament, she could not recognize any faces in the crowd, which gave her only a small sense of relief.

“260.  That’s 260.  Come on, Masters and Mistresses, 260 is a steal.  Look at this,” and as Edgar walked over to Sophie, he ran his fingers down the impaling pole, and held them up to the crowd to see.  Her juices covered his fingers, glistening under the stage lights. “Yes, I see it, 280.  300.  320.” 

He took his glistening fingers and wiped her love juices along the lips of her mouth, stretched so wide by the ring gag.  Sophie was horrified and unable to understand why her body was betraying her.  He then ran his fingers along her tanned ribcage, lightly scratching her skin.  “Unmarked.  This slave could be yours tonight, for all weekend.  I see 340.  360.  380.  4.”

Edgar cupped Sophie’s tantalizing left breast and squeezed.  He held the mic up to her mouth so the crowd could hear her moans, “…oooooooooooooooooo, eeeessssssssseeeeeeee, ooooooooooooooo.”  He pinched her nipple, already erect, “Ring her.  Remember, she has submitted and has no limits.  420.  440.  460.  Do I hear 480.  Yes.  480.  5.”

The crowd had been primed before the curtains opened, and knew that Nathan would eventually win the bid, and that to keep it realistic, $500 was about right.

But Edgar was getting into it and did not want to stop tormenting this Asian slut.  “Stick out your tongue, slave,” he ordered Sophie.  She heard his words, but they did not register.  She was beyond the ability to think clearly.

Edgar took the small whip and with one forceful flick, her left nipple, the one he had just teased, exploded with fire.  “I said, ‘stick out your tongue, slave!’”.

Sophie tentatively allowed her tongue to exit the confines of the ring gag.  “More,” he shouted and landed another blow to her burning tit.  Sophie stuck it out as far as she could.

“Imagine the pleasure this tongue could give you, ladies and gentlemen.  Add a stud or two and you will have the best cock sucker or pussy licker on the planet.”

“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Sophie cried, “nooooooooooooooooooo…”

“520.  I see 520.  520 going once.  520 going twice.  Last chance.  Sophie Park sold to the gentleman for 520.”

Sophie had been sold.

Part 13

The pain in Ev's ass from the hook was dimming her ability to think straight. Despite this she watched the other girl being sold.

"Sophie Park sold for 520 dollars." Sophie Park – that was her name, Ev remembered now. She was only a second year student, 19 maybe 20 years old, and here she was naked except for her torn T shirt, spread-eagled and secured by thick, tight chains with her legs spread wide. Worst of all she had been dropped onto a large, vicious looking steel dildo. Now she had been sold.

Ev watched as poor Sophie was released from her wrist chains. Her arms fell limp to the sides of her body as she sobbed uncontrollably, unable to believe her predicament. Kyle brought a pair of 6 inch bondage heels for her to wear and slipped them onto her feet. The shoes could not be comfortable but they eased her body upwards and relieved her of a few inches of sore impalement. Sophie cried out through the ring gag as she was eased off the dildo.

"Now for the white silk, the virgin, how much will she bring?"

The wooden bid paddles were being raised already.

"Wait for it ladies and gentlemen.  Matt bring Sophie's dildo over here."

Ev watched with horror as the glistening, juice covered dildo was brought towards her. Her ball gag was removed and she guessed what she was going to have to do."

"Suck it clean, Ev, for the audience."

"No, please, don't make me …"

Matt placed a short stick under the tight rope connected to her hair and the ass-hook and twisted it so that the rope wrapped around it. Immediately Ev's neck became more stretched and her head was pulled upwards. At the same time the hook impaled Ev even more and she cried out.

"Suck it, cunt,"

"Okay, okay," Ev gasped breathless. The audience watched enthralled as the dildo, slick with juices, was held up to her mouth. Slowly and seductively, although Ev did not mean to be seductive, the Asian student wrapped her lips around Sophie's dildo and began to clean it. She moved up and down the long, thick shaft. If it had been real then surely she would have brought thick globs of sperm shooting out as a result of her attentions. Lewd shouts came forth from the watching audience as Ev's humiliation took on a new dimension. She cleaned it thoroughly, taking all of Sophie's juices into her moth, throat and stomach. Ev could taste her co-slave clearly.

"Ok people, what will you bid for this total slut? You have seen how she sucks cock, it could be yours! She is sucking on your cock or your pussy. She is licking! Do I hear 160?"

"180 down here, 200 yes, 220 come on Masters and Mistresses she's worth a lot more than this …"  he nodded at Matt who immediately twisted the wooden stick again tightening the rope and making Ev cry out as the hook invaded her pussy even more.

"240, 260 … 280 … more bids please, 300, 320 … keep going Masters and Mistresses …"

Ev cried out again as the rope was twisted and her ass was slapped.

"340, 360, 380 at the back … come on please, she can be yours, to do with as you wish, a dream come true …" Edgar reached down to Ev's small breasts and pinched her nipples hard between his finger and thumb. Ev yelled out, her words clear now that the gag had been removed.

"Nooooooooooo, pleeeeeeeease, leave me alone, let me go!"

This time Janet had been set up to win the bidding and so as the amount moved towards $600 – Ev was a virgin after all – Janet knew that Ev would soon be hers.

"420, 440 …" The whip that had cajoled Sophie now fell across Ev's displayed ass cheeks.

"Count the lashes cunt."

Ev was beside her self with fear, humiliation and fear. The whip fell again across her bottom, only harder this time.

"Count, cunt!"

"One …" she wailed.

For each count the bidding seem to go up so Edgar continued to lash Ev's ass, not cutting the skin but reddening her flesh.

"S … s … six," Ev sobbed feeling the whip more sensitively with each stroke..

"580 … 600.  600.  600 going once, 600 twice, 600 sold!

Ev had been sold. 

Part 14

Sold.  SOLD!  It was not registering on the two girls’ minds.  It made no sense, things like this just did not happen.

“You have been a great audience and now that the sluts have been sold, you will see their slave initiation,” Edgar announced to the cheers of the audience.  “And then, as you were promised upon entering, there will be a raffle.  Let’s begin.”

“Slave sophie will now be taught the slave position called Nadu.”

Sophie had heard her name, the word slave, but the rest of the sentence was nonsense to her.  She had just seen Ev sold in a horrible manner and was trying to make sense of anything.  Since being lifted from the dildo, she had been dumped on the ground and had barely moved since.

“Slave sophie, kneel back on your heels.”  Sophie just stared.  “Kyle, she needs some help, please.”

Kyle stepped forward immediately and with his small whip, lashed her bare back.  “Kneel, back on your heels, you stupid slut!”  Sophie scrambled to obey. “Turn to face the audience, slave!” and she obeyed.  “Now pay attention to Master Edgar, slave!”

“Slave, this is called the Nadu slave position, so pay attention.  Straighten your back.  Fine.  Hands on your thighs.  Good, now the most important thing, spread your knees as wide as possible, showing your pitiful assets.”  Sophie just stared for a moment at Edgar, but another lash by Kyle got her attention.  “More, spread them as far as you can.  Yes, that’s good.  Back straight!  Suck in your gut.  Put your shoulders back, thrust out your breasts, keep your hands on your thighs.  Lift your chin.  Don’t worry about the drool coming out of your hot mouth.  Keep your chin lifted, unless you want to experience the ass hook the other slave experienced.”

Sophie obeyed every command.  The last thing she wanted was to be ass hooked!   She could not believe she was obeying like a trained animal, but what else could she do?

“OK, Kyle, mask her.”  Sophie held her position as a mask was placed over her eyes, completely blocking out all light. 

“Nod if you are listening, slave sophie.”  She quickly nodded her head.  “Keep that chin up, I told you!”  And she quickly lifted her chin even higher.

By now, Nathan had been escorted to the stage and he knew his first blow job from Sophie would be given before the entire audience.

“OK, slave, we hear you are totally untrained when it comes to servicing a man with your mouth, so you will learn now.”

Sophie felt the presence of someone directly in front of her and heard him zip.  She began to panic.  If she would not suck Nathan, she would not suck anyone.  She turned her head and made protesting noises through her ring gag.  Kyle was on her instantly, swiping her back time and again with his whip.  Sophie screamed as Kyle grabbed her by the hair, locking his hands near her scalp, and jerking her head back to position.

“When he enters your mouth, you will welcome him like a long lost lover.  Use your tongue and…open your mouth wider so I can remove your gag.  Good.  Use your tongue and your lips, to caress and love your Master’s cock. Your Master now enters your mouth hole.”  He nodded to Nathan, whose cock was rock hard, and Nathan directed it towards her sealed lips.

Sophie was horrified.  She had stopped breathing and was frozen in fear.  Kyle took care of that with three rapid lashes to her already striped back.  This caused Sophie to gasp for breath and immediately Kyle ordered her to open her mouth for her Master.

“Breathe through your nose, slut! Now I am going to release your hair and I want to see instant effort to please your Master.  Use your head, tongue, lips, and throat to suck and love his cock.  Do it!” he once again screamed and released her hair.

Nathan entered her mouth, slowly at first, and Sophie began to bob her head up and down, flicking her tongue back and forth, but doing nothing with her lips.

Kyle once again grabbed her hair and painfully pulled on it, causing her to gasp.  “I said love his cock, slut!  You will love it like the last cock on earth.  You are starving for his seed.  You beg him with your lips and tongue, invite him deeper, faster, faster, more love…” as Sophie gave everything she had to please her Master, to welcome his cock into her slave mouth. 

Nathan shoved it deeper into her mouth, and Sophie nearly gagged.  Nathan sensed this and pulled out slightly.  “Breathe through your nose, slave!” Kyle screamed again.  “Suck, love, faster, yes, beg him with your mouth to cum into your slave mouth.  When he does, do not swallow it.  It is nectar from your Master. Hold it in your mouth.  DO NOT SWALLOW IT! Faster now, love, energy, faster, back and forth, surround his cock with your tongue, pull him deeper with your lips, yes, that’s it, yes, yes…”

And with that Nathan emptied himself into her mouth, his semen spurting from his cock. Sophie struggled to breathe, seemingly an endless stream of sperm flooding her mouth. Rivulets of spit and semen dripped from the sides of her mouth.  Finally the flood stopped and her mouth was filled to capacity, and he withdrew his cock.

“Now slave, it is time to share the treasure in your mouth. Matt?”  While slave Sophie was being mouth fucked, slave Ev had been released from her strapedo bondage.  She had been stripped of all clothes and her hair had been released from the hook thong. The leash had been rehooked onto her collar and Edgar and Matt had placed her on her hands and knees.  She had watched with fascination and fear as Nathan had emptied his sperm into Sophie.

Matt tightened his grip on the leash and pulled Ev forward.  “Move, slut.  On all fours.”  He guided Ev towards the kneeling Sophie.  He stopped Ev directly in front of Sophie and now she knew what would happen.  It sickened her.

“Slave Ev will now place her mouth over slave Sophie’s, forming a tight seal, and Sophie will then share about half of the cum she is holding with her sister in slavery.  You may kiss the slave, Ev.”

Ev looked at Edgar in disbelieve, not speaking, but saying it all with her eyes and expression.  “You heard the man, slut,” Matt said as he took the loose end of the leash and whacked her bare ass.  Ev jumped, but quickly moved up to Sophie’s face. 

When Sophie felt Ev’s lips, she slowly began to open her mouth to form a tight seal with lips.  For Ev and Sophie, time stopped.  They were unaware of the cheers from the crowd and the words of encouragement and humiliation from Edgar.  Ev took the sperm that Sophie willingly gave up and when her mouth was filled with semen and saliva, she pulled back, shock registered on her face. 

Both girls heard Edgar order them to swallow and they did so, nearly gagging on the gooey globs.  The first act of their slave initiation was now complete, but their humiliation and degradation was far from over.

Part 15

The audience watched stunned. Two lovely Asian slaves, barely out of their teens, had just been forced into a 'cum kiss' where the male sperm in one girl's mouth was passed to the other. Both students now knelt before their audience degraded and humiliated, but with plenty more still to come.

Ev knelt totally naked and entirely at the mercy of the men on the stage who were running the auction. Sophie was also now naked, having had her T shirt ripped away by Nathan when he was fucking her mouth. The only difference was that Sophie was still blindfolded.

However, Matt moved to her and removed the covering from her eyes. Sophie blinked to readjust her sight and then saw Nathan staring down at her smirking like the cat that just got the cream.

"Thanks baby," he mocked Sophie, "it was well worth waiting for!"

Sophie sobbed her heart out, much to the delight of everyone watching, Nathan included.

"Okay, Masters and Mistresses, we now have another special treat for you all."

Both Sophie and Ev looked up at the speaker. Kyle was making another announcement. We have on stage today a lovely virgin …"

Ev could sense where this was leading and spoke.

"No, please, don't do this …" although in her heart she knew her virginity would, one way or another, soon be a thing of the past.

"When will this stupid cunt learn not to speak unless she is given permission," smiled Kyle. The whole audience laughed with him as he swiped his whip down on Ev's bare back flesh. She howled.

"Okay, so you all received a ticket when you entered right?"

Kyle watched as all members of the audience retrieved their tickets.

"Each ticket has a number on it and we will get slave Ev here to draw out a ticket and the winner will take her virgin cherry!"

The audience erupted into a round of loud applause and cheers. Ev groaned and shook her head. She was being asked to choose the person who would rape her and take her virginity. This was degrading in the extreme.

"If it is a Master then the method of him taking Ev is obvious, if it is a Mistress then we will provide a large, thick strap on dick for her to use."

Ev had collapsed on the stage, trying to become as docile as she could and avoid the inevitable. She felt her hair pulled as her body was dragged back into a kneeling position and her hand was forced into the red velvet bag being held in front of her. She had no choice but to select a ticket, which she did and was then 'asked' to read out the number.

In her delightful American-Asian voice Ev reluctantly said,

"218,” she said quietly.

“Louder, slut!” Kyle demanded

“218,” Ev obeyed.

A cheer went up, and a man jumped high into the air.

"Come onto the stage sir, it is indeed your lucky day."

Ev watched in total dismay as a large Master came towards the stage. He was dressed in jeans and a white t shirt that stretched across the wide expanse of his chest. Ev could see his chest hair growing out of the top of his T and noticed how his long, straight hair fell onto his shoulders. She thought how much like a bondage Master he looked from the images she had in her imagination.

"What's your name sir?"

"Master Tarl," he replied.

"Okay Master Tarl, today you get to take the virginity of this worthless slave."

"Excellent," replied Master Tarl, "she is indeed a beauty worth taking."

Ev was scared by his attitude. It seemed so clinical and natural for him to be talking about her like this.

"Hoist her up!" Ev heard this order issued and before she could object she found her ankles secured inside tight fitting, wide ankle cuffs.

"Nooooooooooooooo!" she yelled, as the cuffs were connected together by a chain which was in turn fixed to a lowered ceiling pulley. A switch was pressed and, to the cheers of the audience and the horror of the watching Sophie, Ev was raised upwards feet first until she was stopped, arms flailing and dangling, about 3 feet from the floor.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeaseeeeee let me dooooooowwwnnnnnnn!"

Master Tarl laughed, "Can you position her better for me."

"Don't worry, we intend to."

The beautiful Ev then found her arms taken and raised to the level of her ankles and her wrists were connected to new cuffs which were in turn connected to the ankle cuffs. This left Ev hanging in a new position with her back now parallel to the floor and her head tilted backwards making her head and mouth accessible and her hair falling down to the floor. With her legs spread as they were in a large 'V' shape her other 2 holes were equally accessible. It was an  ingenious position and meant that Ev could now be taken in each and every way.

The audience gasped as Ev's new position showed her in such an exposed and vulnerable way, and Ev cried out, still begging for mercy which would not be forthcoming. Master Tarl was already taking out his erect cock and it was so clear to Ev what was about to be done to her.

"I'd like to take her mouth first," said Master Tarl.

"Certainly," replied Kyle, “would Master like a ring gag to be fitted?"

"No, no it's ok; I want to give her the teeth test!" Kyle smiled knowingly.

"So slut," continued Master Tarl, "I will first fuck gyrl's mouth and if I so much as feel her teeth for a second I will cane her pussy slit until it bleeds, understand!"

Ev was too shocked to speak. This was all too much for her. She was still stunned to find herself in this position, and so could not begin to contemplate what this Master guy was saying. The blood was rushing to her head and making her feel dizzy.

"Lost your tongue slave?" questioned Kyle, and with that he moved to between her legs and slashed a biting cane down directly only Ev's pussy slit. She cried out and jumped more than she ought to have been able in her bonds.

"That is what will happen if slut touches Master with her teeth. Now does this stupid cunt understand?"

"Y … yes … I do!"

"Do not use the first person slut, and always address men as Master."

He raised the cane again and Ev quickly responded, "Y … yes Master, slave understands," Kyle and Master Tarl smiled at one another.

"She is all yours, Master," said Kyle.

Master Tarl moved to Ev and touched his erection to her lips. Ev was not used to this and kept her lips clamped.

"Open up, slave," taunted master Tarl, "or slave will feel the cane on her pussy once more."

Ev knew that she had no choice and so she parted her lips. As soon as he saw the slightest opening Master Tarl pushed forwards and opened Ev up. Being upside down added considerably to her discomfort, as did the fact that he soon had her mouth pressed against his stomach, which meant of course that the entire length of his cock was filling her throat. He moved slowly at first, making Ev gag and drip saliva, but he soon warmed to his task and began to fuck Ev's mouth as if he was embedded deep in her pussy, which of course he soon would be.

He fucked her mouth hard removing any control from Ev, not that she would have known how to control him anyway.

"You want me to cum in your mouth, slave?" Master Tarl asked. Ev's eyes opened wide in fear that he might just do that.

"Tell you what slut, I'm gonna pull out and slave can tell me if she wants me to cum in her mouth or in her pussy, okay?"

Ev nodded. He pulled out and saliva oozed from the sides of the slave's mouth.

"So what'll it be slut?"

"… outh, Master,"

"Sorry slave we didn't hear you!"

Ev was struggling to get her mouth working properly again.

"slave would like Master to cum in her mouth." Ev could not believe she had said this, but actually she was thinking it might stop him from taking her virginity.

"Nice to know, but what you want does not matter, slave.”  Master paused, teasing Ev, "I will still fuck slut's pussy."

The audience cheered and Ev groaned as Master Tarl moved to between Ev's V shaped legs positioned at a perfect height for him to fuck this beautiful Asian slave.

"Please Master, if slave must lose her virginity then not here, not like this … yeeeeoooooooooooowww!"

Master Tarl sliced the cane along the full length of Ev's slit once more.

"Slave's virginity is mine to do as I please with cunt, now silence, in fact would you mind gagging her?" Master Tarl made the polite request to the stage hands and Matt obliged by easily forcing a large red ball gag into Ev's mouth before fastening it around the back of her head.

Sophie meanwhile still watched the proceedings with absolute disbelief.

Master Tarl positioned his hard cock at the entrance of Ev's wet but smarting pussy slit. He edged forward and just nestled his head against her pink labial folds. Ev bucked when she felt his touch, yelling in a very muted way under the gag.

"Oh, gyrl writhes so much, does slave want me so badly?" Master Tarl taunted her and Ev found the strength from somewhere to pull her head up so that she could stare him in the face for a few seconds before her lack of strength beat her and her head flopped back to its hanging position.

Master Tarl shoved himself inside her a little further.

"Feel me slave, feel my cock taking away your virginity. The one thing slut had saved for the right moment, the right boy, the right time and now I'm taking it from gyrl as she is tied and gagged and spread before a large audience of watching people. How humiliating is that gyrl?"

With that Master Tarl shoved a little further and Ev squealed under the gag. Kyle looked over at Master Tarl and shook his head. Master Tarl nodded. Leaving his cock embedded about an inch inside Ev's naked, bare pussy he dripped a saliva gob onto her ass rose hole via his fingers. Taking a tube of lubricant from Matt he smeared Ev's ass. She bucked wildly now not sure what was about to happen. So much did she buck that Master Tarl slid inside her pussy another inch or so whereupon Ev stopped still, as rigid as her bonds would allow.

Master Tarl laughed and, having lubed her ass, he withdrew his cock and plunged its hard length into Ev's equally virgin ass. Ev groaned long and hard into her gag as he expertly manoeuvred his way slowly into her canal and up to, then through, her sphincter muscle. He was in to the hilt and the crowd cheered as Master Tarl punched the air. He rode her hard and fast. She shook and swung in her bondage until his back arched and he rammed himself home so that his seed could spill entirely into Ev's no longer virgin ass.

Once done he pulled out and spanked her ass cheeks once for good measure.  His cum dripped copiously from Ev's ass onto the floor. Master Tarl replaced his satisfied cock into his jeans and, looking at the pool of dripping cum whispered something to Kyle. Kyle nodded and then announced to the audience,

"A big round of applause for Master Tarl who did a great job!" the cheers rang out as Master Tarl left the stage. Then Kyle looked once more at the pool of cum.

"Ok, slave," he addressed Sophie. “Lick the cum up from the floor and clean Ev's ass hole of the Master's seed!"

Sophie looked up and said, "What, no please!" But she knew that the choice was not hers to make.

Part 16

Both slaves were now in the nadu position.  Collared, naked, leashed, cum caked on their faces, they knelt motionless, as ordered by Edgar.

Sophie had indeed cleaned the floor of cum that had dripped from Ev’s ass, and then had sucked as much cum as she could from her slave sister’s ass.  She had tried to protest, but a swift slash to her already striped ass and a jerk on her leash, which sent her sprawling to the floor had convinced her there was no alternative.  Ev had hung motionless and silent as her ass was freed of much of the sperm Master Tarl had deposited.  She felt some relief that she was still technically a virgin, but overwhelmingly she felt hopeless, defeated, and humiliated  She had then been lowered and placed in Nadu next to Sophie.  Both slaves were in a state of shock and all protest had been beaten or fucked out of them.

Ev had wondered why Master Tarl had not popped her cherry, but she did not know the previous arrangement and agreement from the audience.  Janet had paid the price for the auction, and she had other plans for Ev.  Oh yes, Ev would lose her virginity, but it was Janet’s plan to train and humiliate Ev to the point where she would beg to be fucked, beg to become red silk.

Edgar had retaken the microphone and had announced the end of the evening’s entertainment, and the crowd had begun to file out. Some would return for the real slave auction later in the evening.

The two slaves were led off the stage, crawling on all fours.  They would be taken to different rooms where they would be cleaned and prepared for the next step in their enslavement.

Meanwhile, Janet had watched Master Tarl truly dominate and control Ev.  She had planned to take over Ev’s training following the auction, personally enjoying the pain and humiliation that she would bestow upon her high school rival.  But what she had just witnessed changed her mind.

Janet quickly went to the stage area as soon as Ev and Sophie were out of sight.  She thanked Edgar and Matt, and then introduced herself to Tarl.

“Hi, I am Janet.  I planned and paid for the auction tonight and Ev is my slave.”

Tarl looked her in the eyes while she spoke, and then let his eyes wander up and down her sexy body, seeming to assess her assets.  Janet shivered slightly for a moment, not sure if she should continue to stare him in the eyes, or what.  His silence was unnerving.

Suddenly he looked up, captured her eyes with his, and held out his hand.  “Hi. Tarl.” 

Janet noticed he held her hand just a little longer than was comfortable, but eventually released his grip.

“I was going to continue her training myself, but what you did tonight to her was impressive.  Would you consider helping me with her training?”

He smiled widely, his handsome face at odds with his hard and dark eyes.  “Why are you fucking with her?”

Janet told him a little about their shared past, from high school up to their current relationship at UCLA.  He listened intently, nodding at times, but never releasing her eyes from his magnetic stare.  “So when I learned about this early Friday auction, I decided to make her my slave and extract every ounce of revenge that I could.”

“So, where do I come in?” Tarl asked, lifting his eyebrows in an inquisitive way.

“I’m not sure.  It is kind of a sudden thing.  I had planned to take over, but now I think it would be better if you would do the training and eventually turn her over to me.”

“Keep talking.  What had you planned this weekend and beyond?”

Janet told him of some of her ideas for the rest of the night and the weekend.

“I think we can make a deal here,” Tarl said, hardly able to contain his glee.  He came here for some eye candy and maybe a quick fuck, and it looked like he might hit the jackpot.

“Look, I used up my pitiful bank account to make tonight happen,” Janet gave Tarl her saddest look.  It was not quite true; she still had more than $1000 that her parents knew nothing about.  A few months of working the late shift at Starbucks, and a couple other odd jobs had enhanced her financial assets.  But there was no reason to tell Tarl.

Likewise, Janet did not know that Tarl had originally planned on buying a slave at the later auction, since he had sold his most recent slave last month.  He had trained her in his well-equipped basement, and when he tired of her, sold her at a rather substantial profit to a go-between supposedly employed by a high roller in the Mexican underworld.  To Tarl, the fun was in the training, not in the end result.

“Money is not the only way to pay for services,” Tarl quickly added, drawing her eyes into his, making his intentions semi-clear.

“Not me, if that is what you’re thinking,” Janet spoke too quickly.

“I wasn’t thinking of you.”

Janet was not sure if she should take that as an insult.  True, she did not want to give him her sexual favours, but on the other hand, her pride would have liked to hear him express his desire for her body.  She cocked her head not sure what to say.

Tarl then added.  “I was thinking of your slave.  I could get a lot of pleasure from her, which would mean my fees are quite reasonable.”

“What is reasonable?” she asked.

“Zero.”

Janet could not be more pleased.  Still she had to make her position clear.  “You may do almost anything to her, but anything permanent needs my approval and you may not pop her cherry until I say so.”

Tarl paused for a moment and then, “Deal.”  He stuck out his hand and once again seemed to swallow up Janet’s hand with his powerful grip.  Their handshake sealed Ev’s fate for the foreseeable future.  They both smiled at the prospects for the days ahead.

Part 17

Sophie lifted her head slowly, trying to get some sense of where she was.  The poor student slave had been taken from the auction stage after completing the most humiliating task of her young life, which was licking up the residue of sperm from the Master both off the floor and out of Evelyn's ass. Oh, where was her sister slave? Sophie did not know her very well from school but would have given anything for them to be together right now. On leaving the stage Sophie had been blindfolded and then thrown, still bare-ass naked, into a room, a dark, cold room, a cell of some sort!

She had been left untied, and although she had heard her captors leave the room, Sophie had waited before removing the blindfold. Now, having been given her sight back, Sophie tried to adjust to the dark as quickly as she could.  She lifted her hand to her face and slowly began to make out her palm and then the full outline of her fingers.

The floor underneath her was rough and wooden, but it seemed clean. Her heart was pounding frantically, and her mind a jumble of crazed thoughts and fantasies about where she might be and what would happen to her now.

Sophie could hear nothing except for her own heavy, deep breathing. Then something or someone intruded. She turned her face towards the outline of the large wooden door. The sound was more distinct now, the floorboards outside the room creaking with the sound of footsteps. Someone moving over them, nearer and nearer they came. Her heart missed a beat as the door knob turned. Sophie instinctively ran to the corner of the room and waited.

Suddenly the door was opened and a tall figure, half lost in the edge of darkness, but still clearly a male figure, appeared in a shady silhouette. She gulped as he stepped inside. He reached up and switched on a light.  A single yellow beam shone into the middle of the room lighting up the centre but leaving the periphery in darkness. She watched in frightened silence as he locked the door behind him and moved into the light.

Nathan … it was her boyfriend. Thank goodness.

"Oh, Nathe," Sophie cried out and ran towards him with her arms open.

However, the Nathan facing her was not the Nathan she knew. His face looked different and as she drew near to him, Sophie could see that all was not right. Nathan took her wrists, twisted them and threw her forcibly back into a corner of the cell.

"Ouch, Nathe, what's going on?"

"Shut up and listen, slut."

Slut! He had called her slut. Now Sophie was really scared. The terrified student looked her 'boyfriend' over. He was bare-chested, hairy, wearing shorts and bear-foot. He was tall, lean and full of muscle. She could see him more clearly now than at anytime in the past, even though she had seen him naked many times before.

There was no disputing how handsome he was and his face was split as his lips curled into a tight smile when he saw the girl of his dreams huddling, frightened in the corner.

"You're my slave cunt …"

Sophie hated being called the 'C' word. "… and from now on you will do all I say. In fact that's the last time I refer to my slave in the first person. From now on slut sophie is nothing, has nothing, and will do nothing unless I say. Understand?"

"Oh, but Nathe, I would be your slave anytime, willingly, you know that, honey." Sophie tried to talk her way out of this predicament.

"No slut, it is too late for that. I want to own this slave, and use her and mark her body as my own. I want to do so many things that slave would not agree to willingly.  It has to be this way. But first," Nathan looked at the naked, scared girl cowering in the cell and smiled again, “I want to fuck her again."

"No, please Nathe …"

"From now on slut, I will be called Master at all times. Understand?"

His voice was so severe that Sophie stuttered, "Y … yes … Master."

"Well baby, is slave ready for me yet?" he said with a mocking edge to his voice.

"No," she whispered. "No. Not now, not yet, please Na … Master! Leave me alone," her voice began to rise, "Please …"

But he kept on coming. Sophie could see his eyes roam from her tanned, bare legs to her face and down over her breasts – he drank every inch of her into his soul.

The petrified student watched as he stood towering over her crouched, scared body when suddenly he raked his fingers into her long, dark hair and dragged her to her feet. Pulling her up to face him, he kissed her hard. The movement of his mouth onto hers surprised Sophie so much that she could not stop his tongue from snaking between her moist lips. The kiss should have been familiar, but it wasn't. It was harsher, harder, and more intrusive than any kiss they had shared in the past.

Eventually, when he had had his fill, the kiss ended, leaving her breathless and weak. As her knees buckled and she collapsed once more to the ground, Sophie tried to protest but she was in a darkened corner of the room and her plight was hopeless.

Nathan gazed down into his slave's big, brown, sad eyes.

"My slut really is stunning," he remarked, "now come with me."

He reached down once more and hauled her effortlessly to her feet, proof of his strength if proof were needed, and Sophie felt dwarfed by him. Resistance was futile, but she still struggled as he dragged her across to the centre of the sparsely filled room. In a moment he had her hands tied with thick, new white rope. Sophie swallowed hard, for she knew now that her fate was sealed.

"Please," she wailed, "don't do this. Please."

He laughed and pulled her wrists high above her head and slipped the knotted rope over a large hook hanging securely down from the ceiling, leaving her hanging with her feet just scraping the ground beneath her. This position was going to make her ache like she had never ached before but that might just be the least of her worries.

Sophie gasped. "No – no, noooooooo!"

"Don't struggle, slave, I'm only going to do what slut has been asking for, week in week out."

'But slut hasn't, … ' Sophie began, but stopped, realising the hopelessness of further argument. Clearly this was a different, deluded Nathan to the one of just a few hours ago. Here she was in the role of whomever and whatever Nathan wanted her to be, caught and about to be raped, she guessed, by her boyfriend or, as she thought somewhat bizarrely to herself, her former boyfriend.

Nathan chuckled, a deep, throaty sound without real humour "For as long as I decide my slut will do whatever I want her to do?"

Sophie watched in stunned silence as he turned and walked away from her towards the door. She saw him twist the knob and switch off the light.

"No please, leave me some light," she begged, abandoning all care about first person reference, as the door closed behind him leaving her hanging, naked, bound and uncertain as to the exact nature of her immediate fate.

CHAPTER 18

The original plan had been this:  Once Ev had been removed from the stage, she would be taken back to the holding room and showered.  This would involve further humiliation, since she would be watched the entire time by one or more of the stage/kidnapping guys.  They would certainly be generous with their comments and crude assessment of this hot Asian slave. 

She would then be positioned in nadu, her mouth filled with a penis gag, and blindfolded. At this point, The Vault would have completed their end of the contract. The well-stocked bondage cells would still be available until midnight, but Janet had not planned to use them.

Instead, Janet had planned to reveal herself and bask in Ev’s horrified expression.  After some initial statements in which Janet would explain the circumstances and weekend plans, she had planned to take Ev back to her apartment and spend the night humiliating her slave and establishing her willingness to inflict pain for lack of obedience.  The idea of taking pictures with Ev’s cell phone had been to insure the Asian slave’s cooperation until her total submission was accomplished.

But that had all changed as a result of her agreement with Tarl.  Janet would miss out on the initial training and modifications she had planned, but on the other hand, when Tarl presented her with the “new Ev” on Sunday night, the most difficult steps of her enslavement would be complete.  Janet would still get Ev’s horrified expression when it was revealed that Tarl was not her owner, but instead it was her long time rival.  And then the fun would really begin.

Ev had been kneeling uncomfortably in the nadu position for at least 15 minutes.  She was not sure if anyone was watching, ready to pounce and inflict further pain, so she had not moved.  She had time to think.  What the fuck had happened tonight?  Was Janet behind this?  Who else would do this to her?  Was this all some practical joke?  After all, they could have taken her virginity, but did not.  How was she going to get out of this? 

And not just in the nadu position, either.  They were taking no chances that she might try to get away.  After she finished showering, peeing, and blow drying her hair, Matt had strapped a penis gag in her mouth and when she tried to shy away and protest, he had grabbed her right titty, twisting it so hard that it brought her to her knees, begging through her gag for him to stop.  After that, he had his way.

He then went to a side cabinet and returned with additional restraints.  He tightened a black leather cuff high on each thigh, and then connected them with a short chain, padlocking the chain to the cuffs.  He placed her in nadu, ordering her to spread her knees as wide as the chain would allow.  Satisfied that her shaved pussy was well displayed, yet still restricted by the thigh restraints, he then blindfolded her and told her to stay, to not move an inch. 

The door opened and she heard someone, no, two people enter the room.  They paused, probably looking at the slave kneeling before them, and then walked over to the couch.  She heard some rustling and some keys jangling.  Then one left the room, closing the door as he or she left.

Janet and Tarl had entered the room, and paused a moment to gaze upon their newly-acquired slave.  Naked and exposed, collared, gagged, blindfolded, thighs chained, Tarl immediately began to get hard again, while Janet felt her pussy tingle.  They had walked over to the couch to get Ev’s keys from her bag.  Janet would make a visit to Ev’s apartment over the weekend and remove a few of Ev’s clothes and underwear that were no longer needed. Ev would dress as Janet commanded from now on.

Janet also planned to check Ev’s size and purchase some new items for her slave.  Janet’s bank account could handle the initial purchases and she took about $40 from Ev’s wallet. Long term, Ev would be ordered to pay for her own humiliation. 

Ev knew that one person remained in the room. With her sight taken away, her other senses were enhanced.  She felt her hoop earrings against the side of her neck.  She smelled her own fear. 

“I am going to remove your blindfold.  Nod if you recognize my voice.”

Ev nodded, immediately recognizing him from the traumatic events on the stage.

He reached down and released the blindfold, her almond eyes blinking in the light. 

“Look me in the eyes and listen to my words.  You will see in my eyes that I am telling you the truth.

“You are no longer the Evelyn Wang that awakened this morning.  Then you were a student, a daughter, hot and sexy and untouchable.  You are now a slave.  From now on, you will address me as Master and refer to yourself as slave, slut, fucktoy, cunt, or some similar title.  You will not refer to yourself as I, me, my or any other first person pronoun.”

Ev stared at him, trying to take it all in, but it was overwhelming.

“I am your Master for the foreseeable future.  I am your reality until I deem otherwise.  You will be trained and decorated and instructed in the ways of a slave girl.  You will be back in school and classes on Monday, but you will not be the same student who left class this afternoon.  Do you see in my eyes that I am speaking the truth?”  She nodded.

Tarl had been handed Ev’s phone on the way to her holding room, and now he pulled it from his pocket.  “You will obey everything I demand of you, not only to avoid punishment, but to avoid your parents seeing what you have become.  The smile on your face tells it all.  You are a slut.  The pictures say it all, and I will send them. Do you believe me that I will send the pictures if you do not obey?”  With tears in her eyes, Ev nodded again.

“Good, now lower your eyes to the level of my groin, as though focused on my cock.  This is where you will always gaze.  You will not look into my eyes again, or you will be punished.”  She lowered her eyes, staring at the bulge clearly evident in his pants, her eyes still teary.

“In a few minutes we will leave this room and move to another location to enhance your appearance.  This auction house has excellent facilities, so we might as well take advantage of them. As he spoke, he had clipped a leash to her collar.  A slight jerk indicated she should rise.

Tarl led his slave to another area of The Vault where he planned to decorate his slut.  He had wound the leash around his fist and held it near her neck, as he led her along.  Naked, collared, and now somewhat shivering in fear, she followed like a trained animal. Her movement was somewhat restricted by the thigh chain, but that was the least of her worries.

As they entered the new room, Ev thought it had the look of a salon, with many chairs and many workstations. Purple neon lighting along the ceiling gave it a dark and sinister appearance, however.  There were several men and women in the room, employees of The Vault, some at work, some just talking, but all were experienced in piercing and tattooing. Erotic art of women in bondage hung around the room. 

One of the men nodded to a chair on the right, and this is where Tarl took Ev.   She had followed docilely, all the fight seemingly gone out of her.  Tarl used a key to release her thigh cuffs, setting them aside, and commanded her to sit in the chair.  Before she knew it, her arms and legs had been strapped tightly to the extensions of the chair, and a belt had been cinched around her waist.  She had begun to panic, but by then it was too late to do anything about it.

“Hi, my name’s Greg.  Just relax,” the one who had assisted Tarl said.  Greg and Tarl walked a few feet away and whispered for a minute or two.  Ev just stared with wide eyes, fear evident in her expression.  Her breathing was rough and ragged.

Greg moved behind the chair as Tarl stood over his slave.  “Just relax, slave.  I’ll be here the whole time.”  This gave Ev no comfort.

“Here, let me remove the gag from your mouth, so it will be more comfortable.”  As Tarl released the strap and began to pull the penis gag from her mouth, Greg timed it perfectly.  Ev was still stretching her sore mouth muscles, when he inserted a rubber block to both side of her mouth.  She screamed in fear and apprehension, but it was a feeble attempt and the men paid her no attention.  Her mouth was opened and she could not close it.

Tarl spoke next.  “When I fucked your slave mouth, it was obvious you were not highly experienced.  A Master gets great satisfaction when his slave sucks his cock, and you will learn to be an expert at giving your Master this pleasure.  While your teeth will not ever touch my cock, there is surely great pleasure when the softness of your tongue and lips is contrasted with a metal ring or stud, so that is what we will now do.  Remember, this is so that you can better serve as the slave you are.  Go ahead, Greg. I will be back in a few minutes.”  Tarl walked out of the room and Greg took over. 

Ev was panting and gasping, as Greg tied an additional strap across her forehead.  She was completely immobilized. 

With no further ado, he grasped Ev’s lower lip with a pair of forceps and pulled it tightly out.  Ev tried to protest, tried to resist, but it was futile.

She watched as he took a marking tool, making a dot of ink on the front side of her lip and in the back.  He than took a piercing needle and with a momentary pause for dramatic affect, a suggestion that she exhale, and a look into her terrified eyes, he plunged the needle through her lip, dead center.  He reached over to the tray and picked up a silver ring, about a half inch in diameter.  “This is a 20 gauge captive bead ring.  It will give your Master great pleasure,” and he slowly pulled the needle from her lip and replaced it with the ring.  He moved the ring around and around in her lip, until finally pinching it shut, effectively locking the ring, with be bead outside her lip. 

Ev screamed with pain and horror when the needle was driven through her lip.  They were mutilating her and she could do nothing to stop them. 

While she was still gasping, Greg reached inside her mouth and grasped her tongue with the forceps.

“…ooooooooooooooooooo…” she tried to scream in protest, but it was hopeless.  Without fanfare, he drove a hot needle through her tongue and quickly replaced it with a metal bar stud. 

She gagged and gasped with pain; it felt like her tongue was on fire. The small amount of blood on her lip had stopped, and though she could taste blood in her mouth, the hot needle had cauterized the wound and kept the amount of bleeding to a minimum.

“And this, just so you know, is a 16 gauge doorknocker straight barbell. For most, it is easily removed, but for you, of course, that will not be an option.”

Tarl had returned and stood over his sobbing slave.  “Notice, Master Tarl, the so-called doorknocker, which can be used if you wish to leash her by the tongue. And,…” Greg paused, walked over to a drawer and returned with a small padlock.

“And you might like this.”  Greg took the padlock, and connected Ev’s lip ring with the doorknocker on her tongue stud. With a click, her tongue was locked to her lip, effectively gagging her.  Ev moaned with discomfort and anguish.  “If you like it, here is the key.”

Tarl smiled with pleasure. “Oh, yes, perfect, another reason for her to obey my commands, or she will go to school on Monday with her tongue hanging out like a dog bitch.  Thanks for the idea!”  Tarl took the key, unlocked the lock, and put it and the key in his pocket.

Greg explained as he took an ice cube and pushed it into Ev’s mouth, “Just suck it. There will be some swelling and be sure to use an antibiotic on the outside of her lip.  Her saliva has a natural antibiotic for the metal inside her mouth. Slave, if you will open your mouth just a little, I will take out the blocks.” 

Though still sobbing and in considerable pain, her jaw muscles to the point of cramping from the strain, her tongue feeling twice its normal size, she opened slightly and Greg removed the rubber blocks.  Tears continued to stream down her face, as she swirled the ice cube over her tongue and inside lip.  They had pierced her face, not once but twice!  How could this be happening to her!  She had done nothing to deserve this treatment!

Greg and Tarl undid the straps, freeing the naked slave from the chair. Tarl tugged on her leash and as she rose, Greg commented, “Tarl, check this out.  The girl is a pain slut.  She has juiced all over the chair!”

Ev was horrified.  How could her body betray her like this?  She had unintentionally brought more joy to her tormenters.  She groaned, as Tarl pushed her head down to the chair.  “Smell yourself, slave.  You are a natural.”

He decided not to risk any infection from germs on the chair, so he did not order her to lick her own juices from the vinyl.  Instead he took his pointer finger, swiped the juices from the chair, and swabbed her upper lip with them.  “Do you smell your cunt juices, slut?  Yeah, you are a natural and I will love bringing out your natural instincts.”

Part 19

Nathan closed the door behind him and locked away the pitiful pleadings of his slave; he had already stopped thinking of Sophie as his girlfriend. He leaned back against the large wooden door and let out a long sigh. Today had been awesome and scary and so hot! He had Sophie Park hanging by rope, naked in the room behind his back and he had already taken her further than ever before when she blew him on stage. Fuck,that was so great! When Nathan had set out to “buy” Sophie as a slave, he didn't really know where it would lead. But now he had rented this cell for all that remained of Friday night and then he would take her to his house until the end of the weekend. No one would think to worry about her, as Sophie had told her family and friends that she wouldn't be around. What happened beyond that, he needed to talk with Janet about.

Spookily as he was thinking about her, the lovely Janet came into view.

"Hey Nathan, how you doing?"

"Oh man, this is so cool! Having Soph like this is awesome."

"I know. I feel the same about Ev."

"Listen, Janet, what are you planning for this weekend?"

"So, I'm letting Master Tarl, you know, the guy from the stage, have her for a while and then I will take her back.  Who knows, maybe I might play with Master Tarl a bit also, you never know," Janet had a clear twinkle in her eye. "I am planning to get enough compromising pictures and info about Ev though to release her back into normal life next week but remain my slave."

"Wow, Janet, that's great, what an idea. Think I'll plan on the same. I've booked this cell 'til tomorrow morning and then I'm taking her back to my place. Maybe, we can hook up with or without slaves on Sunday evening and agree what we will do on Monday, what do you think?"

"Great idea Nathan, let’s do that. You have my cell number, right?"

"Yes, sure do."

"Oh, and you might want to think about using The Vault's 24 hour in-house piercing and tattoo facility while you're here. I'm having Ev's lip and tongue pierced, at the very least."

"Oh wow, mmmm, good idea Janet. I'll think on that."

"Ok then lover boy, until then." Janet strolled seductively past Nathan and trailed her fingers over his groin. Nathan turned towards her and said,

"Oh and …" Janet turned to look back over her shoulder,

".. thanks for all this."

"Anytime hon, anytime."  With that she disappeared down the corridor and Nathan could feel his hard on getting bigger.

Sophie's body ached. She had only been suspended for a half hour or so but it felt like an age. The time was passing very slowly and she knew that the ache would soon become impossible to bear. She was also scared, very scared. Her back was already feeling terribly stretched from its enforced posture and her thigh muscles had started to tremble. Carefully Sophie lowered herself down onto the soles of her feet to ease the strain on her wrists, but she just could not stand properly and her attempts simply increased the pull on her arms. She realised that she would have to keep alternating her position slightly to share the burden of strain between her stiff limbs.

"Help … please, is anyone there?" she called out at the top of her voice, but only the deadened sounds of her own words echoed back to her. There was no other sound save for the creaking of the thick hook chain upon which she was suspended. There was not a glimmer of light and Sophie felt alone and isolated.  She began to cry as she hung, on the tips of her toes, bound and helpless, awaiting whatever Nathan chose to do to her next.

She had been subjected to her confinement for almost an hour when she heard a faint sound. Sophie's eyes darted upwards at the noise. It was the first sound that she had heard since Nathan had left the room. Her back and neck in particular ached intolerably. Her stretched arms burned, and her thighs ached. The restrictions on her body were sending her mad.

Suddenly light flooded the room. Blinking her eyes furiously against the painful brightness she saw Nathan's smiling face in the doorway. There was nowhere to go to shrink away from him; she was bound and suspended from a ceiling hook. Slowly he walked towards her, viewing his slave from every angle. He stopped moving when he was behind her and, try as she might, she couldn't quite turn her head to see what he was up to. He savoured the sight of her shapely back, down to the graceful swell of her curvaceous buttocks. She shuddered as he trailed a long finger down her spine, down and over her hips. Then the finger slowly crept into the crease of her ass cheeks.

"No, please."

Nathan loved the way she winced and begged as he pushed lightly against the enticing crevice and rubbed slowly around her rose hole.

Sophie had seen Ev recently violated there and she was so scared that the same fate was about to befall her.

"No please, Na … Master," she begged quite beautifully.

"You've got a gorgeous ass," he remarked, much to her discomfort.

Sophie shuddered in disgust as he moved the tip of his finger in small circular motions around her ass.

"Please, don't …. hurt me ….please," she begged. His fingers twisted and pushed and Sophie felt her ass opened.

"Oh yesss!" he hissed lustfully.

Sophie cried out and gulped, fearing the worst.

Then, to her surprise, he moved away once more. Sophie watched as her tormentor closed the door behind him and left her, once more alone in the dark without a sound penetrating her prison.

Time once more passed slowly in her ponderous isolation. Her legs were in knots screaming for release and, with white knuckles; she gripped the ropes binding her wrists in an attempt to relieve the pain on her lower limbs. The sound of silence was once again her only companion.

In total distress, Sophie hung whimpering in the blackness of the strange room. Her shoulders were strained, her legs hurt and her whole body felt like it existed in a different universe. Streaks of tears had forged a path down her sad Asian cheeks.

Once more she watched, frozen with fear, as the door opened and in an instant Nathan stood behind her. Placing his hands on the fullness of her buttocks, he gave her a little push, laughing as her toes left the floor, and her body swung forward on the chains holding her arms over her head.  He laughed softly, and swung his hand in a high arc, connecting with her ass as she swung back in place.

"Owwwwww," she cried out.

Sophie whimpered at the pain his hand left behind. She was nothing more than a toy to be used.  The thought electrified her even though her mind screamed that she was a girl, not an object.

His hands steadied her body and reached up to adjust the chains just enough to allow her feet to settle flat on the floor.  He smiled at her almost inaudible sigh of relief as the screaming muscles eased.  He knelt behind her and attached ankle restraints to previously unseen rings embedded in the concrete floor, stretching her legs about three feet apart. She was now caught securely between wrists and ankles by steel and leather.  Her legs were spread, open and accessible.

 

Just the way he liked her.

"Beautiful, slut is a beautiful slave."

Sophie said nothing.

"Thank me, slut!"

"Th ... thank you Master," the poor student stuttered in reply.

For as long as he wanted her she was truly owned, and they both knew it. Yet her spirit remained intact.  She was a strong girl, and she would fight if necessary.

But right at this moment she knew that his control over her was complete. He circled her again, his roving hands warm on her firm breasts, feeling her nipples harden.  Her breath caught when he closed his grip and squeezed her flesh hard.

"No, please, no," she begged quietly.

Once again he moved away from her and out of the room. Sophie barely had time to register the fact that he had left when the door swung open again and Nathan returned with a trolley upon which were placed several instruments. With him this time was another man. Sophie was confused. What the fuck were they going to do!!!

"I've always wanted to see slut with her nipples ringed."

Sophie looked down and could see now that the instruments were piercing instruments.

"Noooooooooooooo, Nathan, fuck please no!"

Nathan ignored the fact that she had used his first name and just smiled back at his bound slave.

"This is Stefan, and he works for The Vault's piercing team."

"Hello, Sophie," Stefan said, taunting the slave with his apparent friendliness.

Sophie knew now that it was no good. He was playing a game, his game, and she wasn't going to be able to stop him.

"Stefan will give slut two clean ring holes, one in each nipple and then I will put in a pair of 1-inch diameter hoops”

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, please Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" the end of her word was cut off when Stefan held his piercing gun to her erect nipples. When she was highly stimulated, which Sophie was at this moment, her nipples were at least half an inch long and so were an easy target for the piercing gun. Stefan squeezed and Sophie screamed. He removed the gun and left the poor girl panting breathlessly as he dabbed the small trickle of blood with an antiseptic swab. Very quickly after that, Sophie's other nipple was similarly holed and then Nathan approached her. He held two rings in his fingers which he proceeded to slip through the holes in Sophie's nipples.

The poor girl wailed as the cold steel penetrated her body.

"There slave, my slut is pierced. I will think of more to do with such a hot body later. Thank you, Stefan."

With a simple nod Stefan took his trolley and left the room.

"Please," Sophie whimpered, "I'm just Sophie Park, Nathan, your girlfriend, please don't do this."

"Shut up, slut," he hissed and slapped her hard across the face. Sophie screamed and then screamed again when Nathan tugged, albeit gently on the hoops in her newly pierced nipples.

Nathan moved towards and then behind his bound slave yet again.  His large hand cupped her holed breasts gently and, to emphasize his control, he licked leisurely up her cheek. He kissed the side of face and slowly ground his bulging erection through his shorts and into the naked flesh of her cute ass.

"I so want to fuck my slave that I can hardly contain myself," Nathan taunted her.

Sophie knew what was coming next, and she was so vulnerable, so exposed with her legs spread wide apart that she could do nothing to stop him. But he didn't, not yet; instead Nathan peeled himself away from her perspiring naked body and walked towards the door.

"I will leave slave to think about what is going to happen to her for a little longer"

 

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Sophie was dumbfounded. She watched, unable to say anything more than 'no' as he left her alone again, naked, legs spread and knowing that at any moment, a moment which Nathan would chose, she would be raped.

Part 20

Having further humiliated his slave by wiping her own love juices along her upper lip, Tarl decided that was enough action at The Vault and it was time to take Ev to his place.

“Open up your slave mouth,” he ordered.  She hesitated and raised her eyes to plead with him.  Tarl’s reaction was swift, and with an open hand, he slapped her across her left cheek, knocking her off balance.  Grabbing her hair, he raised her back to a standing position and slapped her hands which had naturally gone to her burning cheek. 

“Stand straight, slave.  Two mistakes.  One, I told you to keep your eyes focused on my groin, that you were not allowed to raise them to look me in the face unless so ordered.  Two, you did not obey immediately when I told you to open your mouth.  If you want to avoid further pain, then I suggest you obey the moment I speak.  Now, open your slave mouth.”

Though her cheek still stung, Ev opened her mouth.  Tarl reinserted the penis gag and strapped it around her head.  “Spread your legs more, slave.”  She quickly obeyed.  Tarl recuffed her upper thighs and attached the chain connecting the cuffs. 

While Greg had been piercing her lip, Tarl had gone to his SUV to get a duffle bag.  He pulled out two black leather wrist cuffs and locked them on Ev.  He then latched them behind her back.  Ev kept her gaze lowered and when Tarl was in front of her, she focused on his crotch.

He took two clips from his bag, each with a light chain attached.  Kneeling before her spread legs, he reached up and fingered her wet pussy, pulling on her right labia lip and quickly attaching one of the clips.  Ev yelped with pain and hopped with surprise. “Stand still, slut!”

Ev was gasping through her gag and breathing heavily through her nose, but she tried not to move.  “These are called alligator clips.  They have sharp little teeth, so I suggest you do not suddenly jerk, unless you want to pierce your own labia,” he somewhat chuckled, as Ev began to cry once again. 

Taking the chain attached to the clip, her pulled her lip wide open and clipped the chain to a ring on her thigh cuffs.  Quickly, he did the same to her left labia lip.  “Very nice,” he observed.  Her pussy was now gaping wide open.  All this attention had clearly aroused Ev and to her utter humiliation, she knew she was lubricating.  Despite the pain, her body was betraying her once again. 

“Yes, very nice,” Tarl repeated.  Using the fingernail on his right pinky, he reached forward and lightly scratched her now exposed clit.  Ev moaned with horror and once again shifted her position.  Tarl simply tugged on one of the light chains attached to the alligator clip, halting her movement.  She stood on her tip toes, trying to relieve the discomfort.  “There, there, little slave.  Relax.  Someday you will beg to be used as the fucktoy you are, but for now, I am just stimulating your imagination and hot little cunt.”  Ev moaned in frustration and pain, but also something else. 

Greg had just been standing nearby, watching the action.  “I think you have aroused your slave, Master Tarl.”

Ev had her own small vibrator, something she had used to stimulate herself on occasion.  She knew the feeling of sexual agitation, and to her shock, realized that she was indeed highly aroused.  Somehow, through all of this, her body was feeling pleasure and delight.  It was so wrong, and she shook herself to control and suppress these feelings.

“Yes, she is a natural slave,” Tarl responded while adjusting the clips.  He knew that she would have to take short steps, as though her ankles were chained, to avoid too much tension on her pussy lips. He then reached over to his bag and pulled out two ankle cuffs, and strapped them on his slave.  He also took out a longer chain attached to another clip and without further ado, opened the alligator clip and attached it to Ev’s exposed clit.

Ev yelped with pain, doing her best to move away from her tormentor, but he grabbed the thigh chains and held her in check.  “Stop moving!” he shouted at her.  “Do you want to damage yourself!”

Ev could not believe the pain.  For a moment, she had felt pleasure, but when he clipped her clit, it was like a bolt of lightning that shot through her nervous system.  She lifted herself up and down on her toes, trying to relieve the anguish.  Her breathing was rapid and her nostrils flared.  Her eyes were wide with shock and surprise.

“Well, that’s about it for here,” Tarl said, standing and turning towards Greg, while at the same time taking the longer chain like a leash.  “We’ll be back one of these days,” and with a tug on the chain, indicated that Ev should follow him.  Leashed as she was to her clit, she had not choice.  Her head was down and she felt utterly defeated and helpless.  He led her like an animal, leashed by her clit.  He grabbed his duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder by the strap.

Immediately she realized that she had to take very short steps.  Each movement of her thigh tugged the clips attached to her pussy lips and sent bolts of pain that caused her to gasp.  Her bondage was insidious. 

As they left the piercing salon, Tarl stopped by a full mirror, pausing for his slut to see what she looked like. Ev looked up and her heart raced, seeing what they had done to her.  Her hands were locked behind her back and she was being dragged along by a chain clipped to her throbbing clit.  Naked, collared, black thigh cuffs, ankle cuffs, her pussy was being held open by those horrid clips and chain.  And her face, all distorted, a penis gag strapped around her head, her lip ring showing prominently under the gag.  She moaned.

With a sharp tug, Tarl led her from the salon, back into the hallways.  He stopped for a moment, looked her over, head to foot, and then continued.  For a moment Ev’s mind thought of the other slave, Sophie, and wondered what was being done to her.  She had seen Sophie around campus and said Hi a few times, but that was all.  Now, she felt a compassion and desire to be with her sister in slavery.  As she thought, she had slowed.  A sharp tug on her clit clip forced her to move faster.

They returned to the room where she originally had been brought.  He led her into the room, dropping the leash for a moment.  As it fell, the weight alone caused a slight tug on her captured clit and she let out a yelp.  He looked at her and quietly chuckled. 

Tarl collected all of her clothes and stuffed them in the bad she had brought along.  Finally, he tossed her sandals to her and said, “Slip them on.  We’ll get you some slut heels soon, but until then I don’t want you stepping on something sharp.”  She obeyed.  Those silly little sandals somehow made her feel better.  They were hers.  They were the only item she owned that she was now wearing, except for her hoop earrings, which someone made her look even more the slut.

“OK, let’s go,” and Tarl led her from the back door of The Vault, towards his black SUV.  When they arrived, he opened up the back hatch.  Her eyes widened again, as she saw a large cage in the back.  It would have held a good-sized dog, but she knew it was meant for her.  He reached behind and unclipped her wrists. 

“Up,” he commanded, and despite the sharp jerk on her clit, she balked.  “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” she begged.

“I said ‘Up’!” he spoke sharply and jerked on her clit leash once again.  Still moaning and begging, she had no choice.  The thigh restraints were a problem, but it was either that or have her clit torn off, so on hands and knees she scrambled into the cage.  The leash was released and she dragged it behind her. Moving her thighs caused the clips to tug more harshly on her pussy lips.  Ev’s pleas were muffled into groans.

A sharp slap to her ass encouraged her to scrunch herself more tightly and finally she was in.  Tarl closed the cage door, which forced Ev to compress herself even more.  There was no room to move.

Tarl tossed a blanket over the cage, blocking out all outside light, closed the hatch and drove away.  Ev suffered in darkness and fear as they SUV left The Vault. 

Part 21

"Is my slut enjoying herself?" asked Nathan as he entered the room again. Sophie looked up at her former boyfriend through glazed, almost exhausted eyes. She groaned as she saw that he was not alone.

"I'd like to introduce my slut to Greg. Say hello slut."

Sophie looked at Nathan in a way that revealed just how much she hated him right now, but she knew that she had no option.

"H … hello Greg," she mumbled.

"Greg is from the piercing centre too, slut. So Greg tell this little cunt what you have just done."

"Hey, slave," Greg said, "I have just pierced the tongue and lip of your slave friend Ev," he announced.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!" exclaimed Sophie, realising now why he was here.

"No please Nathan, you've pierced my nipples, surely that's enough. Oouuccchhh!!!" she yelled as Nathan slapped her face hard.

"Don't ever forget to call me Master, cunt!"

Greg also had a trolley on which his instruments were placed. Ev looked down at the tools of his trade.

"Greg, pierce her lip while I poke her." Sophie gasped as Nathan moved behind the bound slave and began to finger her pussy folds. Sophie writhed and squirmed. Greg took a small marker and marked slut sophie's lips on the outside and the inside and then he inserted a mouth clamp to force sophie's mouth open and still. She moaned unintelligibly as Nathan's fingers probed her cunt deeper. Greg approached her and with a very hot needle he forced the point through Sophie's lip. She squealed long and loud as the needle sunk into her skin. It took only seconds before the sharp point was retracted followed by a thin line of blood.

Tears ran down her cheeks. Sophie didn't know which emotion was greatest. As she felt Nathan's fingers deep inside her pussy her thighs began to tremble and her lust built up, but her body ached so much and now she had been pierced through the lip.

Greg took a small ring with a ball in it and threaded it through the hole. Sophie felt the steel pass through her skin and winced. Greg moved the ring to ensure that it fit okay and then daubed the piercing with an antiseptic swab.

"Good job, man," Nathan congratulated Greg on his work as he removed the mouth clamps.

"Please, Nathan," Sophie spoke but her mouth movements felt strange with the ring, "Don't do my tongue."

 

Nathan just laughed as Greg forced the poor girl's mouth wide open once again and inserted a different clamp which held her mouth horizontally open via two wooden blocks and allowed him to capture her tongue between a pair of metal bars. This device was torture enough but it left Sophie's tongue hanging out like a panting dog, ready to be pierced. This time, despite Sophie's wide, staring, fear filled eyes Greg used a piercing gun which held the girl's tongue still and made it easier to pierce. It took a split second for a clean hole to be punched into Sophie's pink tongue and then just a minute or so for Greg to fit a bar and stud into it. This fitting left a stud showing on top of the stud, but as Greg explained to Nathan, this meant that the bar could be fitted with a small chain and used to connect the slut's tongue to her lip ring, effectively gagging her. Nathan was delighted but Sophie was horrified.

Nathan removed his fingers from within the deep folds of Sophie's pussy, thanked Greg for making a “cell call” and as he left the cell, attention was turned back to the naked, hanging slave.

"I wonder what you taste like, you naughty little slut."

Nathan moved his juice covered fingers to his mouth and licked their slippery length with his tongue. He reached down and unfastened Sophie's ankles from the spreader restraints.

Standing up again he faced his beautiful slave's bound body. His eyes roved over her flushed cheeks, fresh from her recent piercing ordeal, and focused on her juicing, wet slit.

"I'm gonna fuck my slut now and she's going to love me, love every minute. Hell, it's not as if my slave is a virgin, is it," he said, laughing.

Sophie sobbed quietly, accepting that words would now make no difference to her fate.

She had never dreamt that this would happen, not to her, not to Sophie Park. It wasn't happening it couldn't be happening. But there he was in front of her waiting and her heart pounded faster than she could ever remember.  He was slowly pulling down his shorts and she locked her legs one over the other.

"Okay cunt, if that's the way it has to be then so be it. You asked for it."

She wanted to plead with him – to beg him but she couldn't. She'd never before been debased in this way – why her? But really she knew the answer to that question. Sophie tugged wildly at the chains holding her wrists and kicked her legs frantically as his fully erect, hard cock came into view.

He moved closer to her. She strained her body away from him as much as she could but reaching out he pulled her suspended body towards him and yanked hard on her pierced nipples.

"Slut has great tits," he commented lewdly. He cupped them in his fingers, one moving over each breast, kneading and massaging. Suddenly his hands were gone.

"Okay slut, now to get me a piece of slave ass!"

In a frenzied effort to resist him to the end she tried to kick out with her legs, but his large hands darted out and secured her thighs in a vice like grip, steadied them and in swift motion he spread her them wide apart with his own, gripped her buttocks and raised her body to him. His cock was positioned firmly against her pussy lips opening them to him.

Sophie groaned and tugged at the chains as he thrust his hips and guided himself into her. She was heaving with fear like a trapped doe. She screwed her eyes tight shut begging for a miracle. But none came. She felt him between her legs trying to enter her fully, forcing himself into her.

"Bitch," she heard him curse; "I'll sort this out."

She was drying up and he couldn't enter her. But then his finger was touching her, lubricating her, moistening her – oh shit, no please!

Abruptly the finger was removed. She opened her eyes and caught one last terrifying glimpse of triumph on his face, and then suddenly he was inside her thrusting deeper and deeper, filling her, hurting her.

Exploding with horror and rage she bucked and shook and twisted, screaming and sobbing but she couldn't unlatch herself from him.

But she was tired and the initial resistance soon gave way to placid compliance as he pumped in and out of her like a madman with long driving thrusts. Twisting to shake him loose was impossible. He rode her harder and harder, no change of pace and no finesse, only raw animal like satisfaction.

He fucked Sophie hard.

It was like a piston implanted in her flesh, splitting her in half. She was being raped by a mindless, primitive animal.

And suddenly she was filled to bursting point with jet after jet of spurting seed as Nathan came.

 

"Noooooooooooooooo," she yelled as she felt him go rigid in front of her and then heard him emit a deep sigh, contented and satisfied. Finally he was done. He pulled harshly out and let her aching legs drop down.  But her legs were so weak, she just slumped. Her wrists now supported Sophie's full weight and she would have collapsed had it not been for the chains holding her body.

She hung, humiliated, fucked – literally, hardly breathing, her body now possessed, defeated. She stared at the floor and bit hard on her newly pierced lips trying to stem her sobs of pain.

Her mouth and tongue were too dry for speech and so she watched in agonized silence as he replaced his shorts. With a shriek she broke down, bursting into tears, sobbing uncontrollably as he moved towards the door.

Chuckling he left the room encasing Sophie in darkness once more.

It was the sound of the heavy wooden door opening that awaked her. She had no way to tell night from day, but her great weariness told her she'd probably slept only a short while, a feat remarkable in itself given that she was still chained to the ceiling hook and in an upright position.

The light caused by the open door once more hurt her eyes.

"How is my slut? No complaints about my hospitality, I hope?"

She shook her head and then remembered to say, "No Master", a feeling of unease in her bladder was with her. She would need a pee soon.

Suddenly Sophie felt his hands on her again. He had come up behind her and was feeling her backside.

"Don't...", whimpered Sophie, craning round to try and see what he was doing. "Please".

 

His hands felt coarse against the soft flesh of Sophie's bottom. Ignoring her pleas, Nathan's fingers continued their exploration, sliding down the open crack of Sophie's ass-cheeks and seeking out the puckered hole of her anus once again, which contracted slightly under his touch.

Then Sophie felt the hand move again, and she struggled with her bonds.

"You mustn't," she whimpered, "not like this. Master please!"

His fingers prised apart the cheeks of Sophie's ass, laying her open for his inspection. She groaned as she felt his fingers trace the dark crevice that split her cheeks, stroking the tight star before working lower to the hot pink slit that gaped so invitingly.

He slid two fingers inside her pussy, making her body start as the unwelcome feeling of pleasure overwhelmed her. Then he began to frig her, his fingers making a slight squelching sound as they moved in and out of her hole disturbing the drying sperm from his earlier rape of her body. Sophie remained passive biting her lower lip to prevent herself from crying aloud with pain.

"Please don't fuck me again," she begged quietly.

He smiled. "Ask me nicely and maybe I won't."

"P-please don't fuck me, Master."

"It's just beginning, slut," Nathan laughed and yanked Sophie's hips back in order to rub the head of his erect cock over her exposed ass. Her eyes widened and she shook her head wildly in denial. He moulded his chest to her back, making her writhe in pain.

 

He nipped her shoulder between his teeth and asked in a menacing voice, "I'm gonna fuck my slave's ass now!"

"Please don't ... Master" she begged pitifully, knowing she had no way to stop him.

Finally, as her body and mind slipped into shock, she admitted the truth to herself in one final moment of clarity. She was about to be buggered, sodomised. It would kill her.

"Oh, I think I will" he cackled as he lifted Sophie off the floor and impaled her ass on his cock, making her scream anew.

"Not like this, no, please, noooooo!"

The pain was incredible. She felt like he was ripping her apart from the inside out. It was so much worse than the first rape she had received. Her back was almost numb now, but the pain in her bottom just kept growing.

Nathan thrust easily, at a fast pace, forcing her tight passage wider than it was naturally prepared to go. Her inner tissues rubbed raw from the lack of preparation and his size, all Sophie could do was whimper and shudder, silently praying for it to end soon.  Tears of pain and horror leaked from her wide eyes.

Sophie groaned in pain as he leaned into her neck and whispered, "Can my slave feel me, does she feel me deep inside her ass, fucking her?"

Sophie's sphincter muscle gripped the root of Nathan's shaft and she winced at each painful thrust. Then, as he went brutally after his pleasure, buggering her mercilessly, her muscle gave way and he was fully embedded inside her ass. He panted in a series of quick, jerky movements. Finally, he grunted deep in his throat and then his sperm was pumping into the tight passage of her bottom.

He remained still within Sophie for a minute. The muscles of her violated passage contracted in occasional spasms round the impaling shaft. Then he slowly withdrew from her tortured bottom and sat down heavily on the cold floor, breathing hard and watched his seed drip from her no longer virgin ass-hole.

 

Sophie did not make a sound. She could not. She was beaten, exhausted and so, so scared.

Part 22

The drive was agonizing.  Ev could barely budge inside the cage and the sharp teeth that tugged at her pussy lips and clit throbbed without mercy.  It was a nightmare come to life.

In the Malibu hills not far away, there were many large estates, and this is where Tarl drove.  Money was never an issue with him; his parents were killed in an auto accident when he was in college, and as an only child, he inherited the estate and more than enough money to last two lifetimes. 

The security gate opened and he drove straight through, up the long driveway and into the garage.  The gate closed as he drove by. His property was vast and his privacy assured.

Once inside the garage he opened the hatch.  “Welcome to your new home, slave.  Let’s get you out of there.”  Tarl unclipped one end of the thigh chain, so she could back up and get out of the cage more easily.  She had to move slowly, however, because her pussy lips were still chained to the thigh restraints.  It was agonizing, but she moved as quickly as she could.  Finally, she was out and standing before him, her eyes focused on the bulge in his crotch, the leash from her clit hanging loosely on the ground. 

“Does that feel better, slave?”  Ev gave no indication that she had heard him.  A sharp swat to her ass got her attention and she nodded and mewed into her gag.

“That is more like it.  It has been awhile and I need some relief,” he said, turning her back to face him.  “Nadu,” he ordered, and she moved promptly to the position he demanded.  Again, those damn clips tugged at her sensitive lips and clit.  “Spread your legs more.  Stick out your breasts, as though you are offering them to me.  More!  Keep your hands on your thighs.  Yes, that’s better, eyes on my crotch.  Back straighter.”

At this point, he reached out and unstrapped the penis gag, pulling it gently from her mouth.  Ev’s jaws ached as she strained to open and close her mouth.  The movement immediately reminded her that her tongue and lip were pierced.  She saw him unzip and his large cock popped free from his pants.  She knew what would come next.  “Pleasure your Master, slave,” and she moved her head forward to take his cock into her mouth.

She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, her lip ring gliding smoothly over his cock. She swirled her pierced tongue over and around, and his cock grew to fill her entire mouth.  “If that is the best you can do, slut, then I will whip your ass until it bleeds.”  She realized that she had only been giving maybe 80% effort, and so she went after his cock with maximum energy, sucking and caressing and swirling and loving like it was the last cock on earth.  “Yesssssss,” he hissed, satisfied with his slut, and moments later emptied his seed into her mouth.

“Swallow it all, don’t let anything escape,” he whispered, lost in his own ecstasy and delight.  Ev was pleased that she was satisfying her Master, that she would not be whipped this time.  She swallowed every drop, gulping down his semen like it was nectar from the gods.  “I am pleased, slave.  Lick my dick clean.”  And she obeyed, eventually kneeling back in Nadu, small smears of cum at the corners of her mouth and hanging from her lip ring.

Tarl pulled his cock back into his pants and rezipped.  “Get on all fours, slave.” They were still in his garage, and she suddenly felt chilled and began to shiver, her teeth chattering, naked skin covered with goosebumps.  She was on all fours like a dog, but quaking with cold and fear.

“You did well, slave, and you will now be rewarded.” First he unclipped the other end of the thigh chain.  Then he reached under her ass and released the alligator clip on her clit.  The rush of blood to her tender clitty caused instant pain and she howled, nearly crumbling to the floor of the garage.  “Stay on all fours!” he shouted, as he continued to release the clips from her pussy lips.  More pain, horrible pain streaked across her ravaged pussy.  “Aiiiiiiiiii, nooooooooooooooooo,” she cried, begging for the pain to stop. In seconds, the pain eased and all that remained was a slight throb.  Ev wondered if she had been damaged beyond repair.

“Enough, slave.  Pain and pleasure are interchangeable for a slut.  You will soon crave both.  Enjoy the moment, your clit and cunt lips are alive and well.  And besides,” he said, running his finger along her slit, “you can see and smell how much you enjoy it.”  He held his fingers up to his nose, smelling her juices and then held it to her nose.  Ev was embarrassed to think that her own body was betraying her, implying that at this lowest point of her life, she was somehow enjoying it.

Tarl attached the chain leash to her collar and they left the garage, Ev suddenly warmed by the pain and no longer shivering with cold.

Tarl walked his pet into the house, leaving the garage and entering a workroom.  Finally free from the horrid clips and constricting thigh chains, she padded along behind him.  She now wore only the humiliating collar, to which the leash was clipped, cuffs on ankles, thighs, and wrists, and of course, her own hoop earrings.

Ev was able to look around and notice the dark, rich wood that panelled the walls.  If this was his house, she thought, then he had money and lots of it. 

Passing through the workroom, they walked down a long hallway, many doors on both sides.  Tarl opened a door halfway down on the right and said, “Welcome home, fucktoy.”

Home! she thought.  What did he mean by that?  At the worst, he had said that she would be back in school on Monday.  At the very worst, she had to endure 48 hours and hopefully no more modifications to her body.  But now he called this her home!  No!  This was all one big mistake.  She had offered herself at auction as a fundraiser, not for real!  She hesitated, and could not resist. “No, please, this is a mistake…”

Again, Tarl’s response was swift and decisive.  With the leash in his left hand, he reached down with his right to grab her hair, and literally lifted Ev to her feet, albeit doubled over, and frog-marched her into the room.

“I thought you might have a brain, but you are just a dumb slut,” he hissed, dragging her along.  Ev yelped in pain and kept repeating,  “No, please, no…”

He jerked her head up straight, then released the leash.  “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he commanded, while reaching into his pocket.  Ev was sobbing and did not immediately respond.  Jerking her by the hair and pulling her head back, he repeated his order.  “Open your damn mouth and stick out your fuckin’ tongue, or I will rip out your hair by the roots!”

Wracked by sobs, Ev obeyed.  He released her hair and with one swift move padlocked her tongue ring to her lip ring.  He held the key up to her nose.  “I have half a mind to make you swallow this and wait until it comes out your ass.  It could take days or longer and there would be nothing you could do about it until it popped out in your shit.  Out in the garage I was thinking of giving you the rest of the night off, as a reward for good behaviour, but not anymore.  I told you, no talking unless I ask you a question.  I am not interested in your opinion on any subject.  You are a slave.  Do you get that?  Your will means nothing anymore.  You live to obey and to pleasure me, and nothing else.  Nothing!”  The last words he nearly spit in her face, nose to nose, her eyes lowered, unable to confront the verbal and physical onslaught.

He grabbed the leash near her collar and pulled her along into the room.  It was dark, and he reached behind him to flick on the lights.  Though her head was twisted, Ev managed to take a quick look around.  It looked like a normal sort of bedroom, only larger.  She saw camera equipment, one bed, rings and chains hanging from the walls and ceiling in various locations, a couple of wooden chairs, and an unusual number of mirrors on the walls.   She caught a glimpse of a small bathroom to the side.  But he was moving her quickly to the side of the room, and everything was actually a blur.

“I give you one bit of freedom, one taste of kindness, and what do you do?  What do you do, I asked!” jerking her head again towards his face.

Ev wasn’t sure if she was to speak, but he was looking right into her face and it seemed like he was waiting.

“I disobeyed, Master,” she sputtered through her tears and sobs, her speech totally distorted by her tongue locked to her lower lip. 

Jerking her head again, he said, “You are not an I, you were told you may not use first person ever again.  Answer my question correctly, slave!”

“Your slave disobeyed, Master,” she responded.

“More detail, slut!  You are supposed to be in your final year of college.  That should mean something!”

“Your slave spoke when she should not and she did not obey when you ordered her to open her mouth, Master.”  Without the use of her tongue and lower lip the words were spoken as though from a retarded child.  And each word caused pain in her new piercings. 

“Yes!  That’s right.  You live to obey.  You live to pleasure your Master.  You are not an I.  You are a slave.  Your life as you knew it is over.  I had planned to allow you to return to school on Monday, but one more act of defiance from you and you will not return Monday. You may not return ever again.  Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Complete sentence, stupid slave!”

“Yes, Master, your slave understands and will obey.”

“Let’s make sure of that,” hissed, dragging her over to one of the high-backed chairs and placing a large, black leather blindfold over the top half of her face. It was wider than most blindfolds, and actually covered her nose.  Two holes in the leather allowed her to breathe, the smell of leather strong. 

Over the next few minutes, Ev was roped and immobilized to the chair.  Her arms were pulled behind the back of the chair and linked together at the wrists.  Her hair was put into a ponytail, and a thin rope then connected her pony tail to her wristcuff links, putting strain on her shoulders and scalp and  quickly making her whimper.  Most insidiously, her legs were now totally spread and her pussy available for whatever he had planned.  Tarl had bent each leg at the knee and tied them tightly, then lifted them and tied them off to the side arms of the chair.  Ev could do nothing to protect herself.

He then went to several drawers to get additional equipment.  Four little white square pads with connecting wires were placed around her pussy and upper inner thigh.  He turned on a switch and a not unpleasant vibration made Ev’s start in surprise.  Tarl smiled at her and then with an additional turn caused Ev to scream in shocking pain.  He quickly turned it back to a low hum.  “That seems to work.  It’s called a TENS unit, for muscle stimulation, in case you were wondering.”

She heard him rummaging around in another drawer. She felt his nearness and then a key was reinserted into her lip lock and released.  “Open that slut mouth wide,” he ordered.  When she obeyed, a large penis gag was stuffed into her mouth and strapped to her partially encased head.  That lip ring is a nuisance, he thought to himself. I should have just put on a leather helmet, he lamented.  Next time.

She jerked in her bondage when she felt something cold and light being fitted and attached around her pussy lips and clit.  Guttural sounds from Ev’s stuffed mouth caused Tarl to smile.

Once again, he extended the wires to a box and turning a nob, Ev let out a muffled yelp as the butterfly vibrator sent a wave of pleasure through her sensitive clit.

“This won’t kill you, but you will remember the next two hours and when I give you an order next time, you will obey. See you later, slave,” and with a flick of a switch, Ev entire body spasmed, as a surge of electricity shot through the TENS unit and nearly paralyzed her pussy region.  Tarl had stopped at the door to make sure the remote timing mechanism worked.  About 8 seconds later, the TENS units turned off and Ev temporarily relaxed, gasping and sobbing behind the gag. 

Thirty seconds later, the butterfly came to life and Ev squealed with surprise and pleasure.  He had timed the vibrator to remain on for 20 seconds, just enough time to addict his bound slave to the pleasure, but not enough time to bring her to orgasm.  When it switched itself off, she moaned with disappointment, causing Tarl to smile.  Quietly, he shut the door, the last thing he heard was a squeal as the TENS unit once again came to life.

Part 23

They remained motionless and silent for a long time, captor and captive together.

Sophie was now totally exhausted. She had been raped in her pussy and bottom and she ached like she had never ached before. Her head hung in shame and exhaustion.

Nathan stood up and reached out with his large hand to stroke her face. Sophie feared the worst but he only brushed her cheek softly and then left the room in a hurry.

       

He had not returned and now here she was, alone again. Nathan’s thick residual sperm had settled in streaked globs on the tops of her thighs. What would he do next, how would she react, would he ever come back?

Sophie ached insufferably now and she so badly needed to pee.

“Help!” she shouted reservedly in a barely audible whisper. She needed him back so that she could release the ache in her arms and body. Sophie had no idea what would happen if her bonds were ever removed but she knew that she was going nowhere as long as she was chained up.

She could not tell how long he had been gone but it seemed like hours. She tried to count as the seconds ticked by but the strain on her poor arms soon disturbed her concentration.

Sophie stood alone in the dark cell. She could hardly believe what had happened and, as the air became a little chilly, she trembled with shame and embarrassment. Her stomach filled with anxiety as she thought of the way she had been humiliated. Her nervousness increased when she reflected upon what might lay ahead.

Fleetingly, and for the first time, Sophie thought that she might never see her friends and parents again. If only she had phoned her mom just one last time. This thought caused tears to well up in her eyes and she hung her head. Then shaking her long wild, dark hair she cast the thoughts away. She flicked with her tongue at the lip piercing. It felt strange as did her nipple rings, which made her breasts feel surprisingly heavy for such small pieces of steel.

 

Sophie shuddered with fearful anticipation when she heard the door open and then she saw the thin beam of light illuminate her prison. He had returned and once more the poor, tortured girl felt the fear rise in her stomach.

Although her head was downcast, she knew his eyes would be scrutinising her every curve.

 

Then he was beside her.

He ran his hand over her naked flesh, and massaged it slowly.  Her hips moved reluctantly yet sensuously under his touch.  He bent down and kissed her quivering skin, his tongue was a warm surprise on her tired body, and she sighed with reluctant pleasure. Slowly, tenderly, he stroked his hand along her slit, quickly making his captive slut so wet, yet again, that her creamy juices dripped onto his hand.

Then, kneeling, he buried his face between her spread thighs and drew his tongue up her wet pussy lips and over her outer labia—stopping to suck on her full lips.  He loved the taste of pussy, especially her pussy – Sophie’s pussy.  Sophie was rocking her hips backward, trying to fight the feeling but inevitably seeking more of his mouth.  He plunged his tongue deeper inside of her moist slit, lapping at her inner lips while she ground her pussy against his face.  She was so very moist.

 

He spent long moments just licking and sucking, and Sophie moaned and humped his face, trying to get more of that wonderful tongue.  He could feel her heat and he slid his hand up and over her writhing body.

He flicked his tongue at her stiffened clitoris, and when he had the hood teased back, he pulled it between his lips and sucked.  He heard the long, quivering groan as Sophie rocked and bucked beneath his talented mouth.  He toyed with her, determined that he would humiliate her as much as possible.

When his tongue flicked harder, her muscles tensed and he felt the release of juice on his mouth and over his chin.

“Oh . . . Please, Nath ... Master!”  Her voice was strained as her whole body shook and trembled – she was almost there.

“Nathaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan I’m gonna cummmmmmmmm!!!”

Poor, chained Sophie cried out as Nathan moved his face away from her soaking wet slit leaving her trembling with lust and on the edge of an enormous orgasm. She stared down at her ‘boyfriend’ as he smiled up at her, every sinew of her body trying to hold the climax in so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her writhe for his pleasure. But she really was surfing a cum wave right now and so when Nathan smiled back at her and flicked his fingers deftly over her blood filled clit it was too much. He laughed and stepped back as his bound captive thrust out her groin seeking something to hump against and the orgasm spilled over.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!” Sophie yelled, knowing no other way to release her feelings. She knew her predicament was scary and humiliating and she had no idea what lie in store for her, but she could not stop her juices from coming. So wet was she that the liquid spilled down her thighs, almost squirting out, but not quite. Nathan stroked his renewed hard on as he watched her performance.

Sophie hung in shame and exhaustion, her juices dripping down her slit and onto her thighs. She hardly saw Nathan as he approached her again, but she felt him as he twisted his hand in her hair and roughly pulled her head back and kissed her newly pierced mouth hard.

“Ouch, please Master!”

“Please what slave?”

“Please Master, I want to pee.” Sophie now felt a desperate need to relieve herself.

“Go on then!”

What! He wanted her to pee on the floor in front of him whilst she was chained to the ceiling. He must be kidding. But she watched dismayed as Nathan placed a black towel on the floor between her legs.

“You’re gonna piss for me, on that towel and when you do I’m then gonna wrap that towel round your head so you can smell and taste your own piss, my little slut.”

Sophie could not believe what she was hearing. But then her mind was distracted as Nathan produced a cut throat razor and held it to her face.

“Go on cunt, piss for me.”

“No, please Nathan, no.”

“It’s Master, cunt, don’t forget.”

 

Sophie screamed as the blade touched her cheek and began to scrape against her skin. She held her breath as her passed the razor over her neck, pausing at her throat and then down onto her breasts and across her nipples, flicking at the erect buds. Sophie was certain that he was about to cut her and could feel the increased pressure in her bladder.

“Don’t …” She whispered. But he continued to run the blade over her smooth skin down, down and between her legs. Sophie wanted to squeeze her thighs together but he warned her not to. So, scared as to what he might do, she held her legs wide open allowing the blade to flick across her still wet pussy lips. He began to shave away the few remnants of pussy hair from her earlier shaving.

Against her will Sophie moaned, and then she went rigid as he flicked the blade sharply across her pussy. He must have cut her! She screamed and then her bladder gave way. Now she did squeeze her thighs together but Sophie could not stop stream after stream of piss pouring out of her body, down her thighs and onto the black towel. She cried out in despair as her bladder emptied, her feelings of release tempered by the reality of what she was doing.

“Filthy slut,” Nathan laughed as the stream slowed down to a trickle. Sophie glanced down to the place between her thighs but could see no sign of a cut. All she could see was a soaking wet towel. She watched as Nathan, wearing gloves, picked the towel up. The smell of urine, her own piss, filled her nostrils.

“Pl … please, don’t.” Sophie pleaded just before her world went black and her whole head was covered by the towel which was in turn tied with rope around her neck just above her collar. She screamed but succeeded only in filling her mouth with piss and she almost puked. She could see absolutely nothing. Sophie was terrified. She could feel a panic attack coming on but knew that she must have the presence of mind to fight it. Then she felt her wrists being released form the chains.

 

Sophie groaned under the towel and fell to the floor in an aching, bruised and sore heap.

“Get up!” Sophie heard the command and felt the stinging lash of what felt like a cane, at the same time. She squealed and struggled to her feet. The feeling in her arms was slowly returning as the blood began to flow agonizingly and normally through her veins once more.

“Walk, cunt!”

Sophie could not believe how horrible in the extreme Nathan was being to her. She could in no way recognise him as her boyfriend. Another stinging blow to her ass made Sophie walk as instructed. But where was she going? She was effectively blindfold, and then she, almost inevitably, stumbled. As soon as she fell Nathan immediately shouted for her to get up again and rained blows from the cane onto her body not caring where he struck. Although such an onslaught made it difficult for Sophie she somehow managed to get to her feet and felt herself being shepherded out of the cell and back onto the corridor. All the time her ass and back was being caned – this was a new, almost unbearable, agony.

“Keep going, cunt,” Nathan ordered.

Onwards down the corridor and out through the door Sophie’s naked, beaten body was guided until Nathan called her to a halt.

Sophie felt herself pushed forward and although she couldn’t see at all she knew that she was being pushed into the back of a van, maybe the same one in which she had first arrived all those hours ago. She had briefly felt the chill of the cold night air against her bare flesh as she left the Vault.

“Kneel slut,” came the order. By now Sophie was nearly sick from the urine soaked towel around her head and her will had been completely taken from her. She knelt obligingly, and felt her head pushed down. She was in a small cage! A cage just like a pet, she could feel the metal bars.

Then Sophie felt her head taken and her collar, which was still accessible under the towel, was pulled. She could not see exactly what had happened but her head had become effectively immobile. In fact her collar had been clipped securely to a short chain at the side of the cage.

“Mmmm, lovely,” she heard Nathan mocking her. “Now for the best part.”

Sophie mewed as she felt her used ass taken in his hands and her cheeks prised apart. She felt something hard and rubbery touch her bottom and then she yelped as a large black dildo was forced into the gap between her ass cheeks. Her mews turned into groans as, with no other lubrication other than Nathan sperm, she was filled with many inches of thick, penetrating dildo.

Secured by the neck and impaled on the dildo in her ass, Sophie could hardly move. She had been pierced through the lip and tongue and both of her nipples, and now she sported rings and studs. How she would ever explain any of this to her parents and friends was the least of her worries. To make her situation worse Nathan took her arms, her aching arms, and bent them up her back and fastened manacles around her wrists before chaining them to the top bars of her small cage. It was such a painful position, that if Sophie had not been able to rest her forehead against the bars near her head to take some of her weight, she would undoubtedly have dislocated her shoulders. She was an animal pure and simple. Used, chained, humiliated and impaled. The dildo bit deep into her ass as Sophie heard Nathan call to the driver and felt the van set off.

Part 24

Ev was lost in time.  Pain and pleasure had mingled to become a single sensation.  There was no down time, since she was already anticipating the next surge of pain or pleasure before it actually came.  After such a long time, she could no longer tell the difference between shocking electricity or stimulating vibration.  She was awash in her helplessness and imagination.

Tarl had not been idle while Ev was immersed in emotional and physical oblivion.  He had called Janet to update her.  She had already been to Ev’s place, collected all the clothes that were not revealing enough, got the necessary sizes for various things she needed to purchase, and was just arriving back at her own apartment.  Tarl described how Ev was now bondaged, and Janet felt her own pussy begin to juice.  Had Tarl not lived quite so far away, she would have driven over, but decided that since it had been a long day, she would head home and get some sleep.

It was well after 2 a.m. when Tarl returned to see what his bondage had wrought.  At first, he was not sure if she was asleep, unconscious, or simply lost somewhere in between.  He watched her body jerk several times and noticed the distinct and powerful odor of her copious juicing.  When he turned off the machine, there was no reaction from Ev, just the slight moans of anticipation as her internal clock expected the next surge of pain/pleasure. 

Her first obvious reaction to his presence was when he pulled the sticky TENS pads from her pussy and thighs.  Ev made a slight yelp with each.  Then he unclipped the butterfly, now slick with her juices.  He released her legs first and they flopped lifelessly to the floor.  Then her ponytail and wrists were separated and her head lolled forward.  She was totally exhausted and he knew that she would need some sleep before continuing her training and enslavement.

He left on the blindfold, but removed the gag.  She brought her lips together, then moved her jaw around and around.  She said nothing. “Would you like me to take your virginity, slave?”  She just shook her head and quietly said, “No, Master, please no.”

“Someday you will beg for me to fuck your pussy, this I guarantee, slut.”

Helping her to her feet, he said, “Get up, slave. Time for some much needed and much deserved sleep.”  She moaned as she struggled to her feet and he guided her to the bathroom, ordering her to pee.  Still in total darkness, she did not even think of the humiliation of being watched as she urinated, and how he dabbed her slit with toilet paper when she finished.  Somehow, it seemed almost loving and tender and she whimpered quietly.

Tarl momentarily thought of caging her for the night, but decided that unless she got some quality sleep, such an act would have negative long term effects.  He used her wrist and ankles cuffs to spread eagle her on the bed.  The room was warm enough that no sheet or blanket was needed.

“Sleep well, slave.”  He left the room

Ev lay there, lost in time and lost in despair. She knew it was well after midnight.  By now she should have been home in her own bed.  Instead, she was helplessly chained to a bed, exhausted from hours of pain and pleasure, so tired, so frightened, and so helpless.  Her jaws ached, the lip and tongue rings a constant reminder of the horrors of the evening.  Why or why had she spoken without permission?  She vowed to never let that happen again.

She thought about her pussy, so abused by the clips, then the electrical shocks and vibrator.  Shackled as she was, there was nothing she could do to relieve the burning sensation and itch.  And she was still a virgin!  She was certain from the moment of her kidnapping that she would lose it that night.  Finally, she drifted off to sleep.

She jerked in her bondage and screamed when she was awakened by a loud hum and powerful vibration to her pussy.  Tarl held an eroscillator directly against her clit, watching his slave twist and agonize.  He had the setting well past the midway point, intending to once again bring Ev to the edge.  He watched as she seemed to push herself against the vibrator, arching her back in need and desire, yet begging him to stop.  He stopped long enough to shove a ball gag into her mouth. 

He had awakened about 8, figuring that was more than enough sleep for the day ahead.  When he arrived at Ev’s room, he quietly entered and carrying the high-powered vibrator, immediately went to work on his captive.  Just when she neared a point of no return, he pulled the vib away and pinched her left tit with his free hand.  His pinch was meant to give pain, though it took a moment for Ev to register what was happening.  She had been so close to cumming, then suddenly she felt her titty being molested, and now it truly hurt.  Once again, she twisted and arched, but there was nothing she could do to stop the agony.

As quickly as the pain began, it ended, and her pussy was once again assaulted by the vibrator.  For the next 10 minutes, Tarl alternated between pleasure and pain, training his slave to equate the two and to find pleasure in the two extremes.

Satisfied that Ev was totally confused and unable to distinguish between the two sensations, Tarl stopped and freed his slave from the bed and also removed the mask.

“Beg me to fuck you, slave.”

Ev just shook her head, “No, Master, please no.”

“Does my slave need to use the toilet?” he inquired.  Ev nodded her head, her almond eyes blinking in the transition from dark to light.  “Yes, Master, your slave needs to pee.”

“Stand, and present yourself to your Master, slave.”  Ev rose, but was not sure what to do after that.  “Spread your legs, lock your fingers behind your neck, thrust out your pitiful breasts, and arch your back.”  Ev promptly did as she was instructed, wanting no further punishment.  He walked around her and suddenly reached around and hooked two fingers into her pussy, jerking upward.  She squealed and her hands left her neck and naturally went to protect her assaulted cunt. 

Tarl was ready for just that.  He pulled her backward by the collar, and Ev lost her balance.  With little effort, he sat on her bed and pulled her over his knees.  One hand held her collar and the other began to wale slap after slap to her exposed ass.  The sound of the spanking and her gagged pleas echoed in the room.  After 15 spanks, he stopped and ominously brought his mouth up to her ears.

“When I order you to present yourself, when I order you to any position, you will not break that position, no matter what happens.  You have no pussy to protect.  I own your pussy.  If you cannot accept that, I can always tattoo my name on your cunt lips.  Is that what you want, slut?”

Ev shook her head and groaned into her gag.  Tattoo her labia lips.  How could he even threaten such an act! 

“Then stand and present yourself and do not break position.”  He released her and she stood to her feet and took position.  She bit hard into the ball, anticipating his attack.  Once again, he walked around to her back, this time reaching around and teasing her tits, kneading them into hard bullets, and then suddenly plunged a finger into her cunt.  She bent slightly at the waist, but did not release her hands, having locked a finger from each hand to her collar.  She whimpered into her gag, but held tight.  Satisfied, he released her cunt.  “Better.  You smell like a whore, your hair is a mess, and you need to shave.  Get down on all fours, slave.”

When she obeyed, he leashed her and pulled her towards the bathroom.  They passed the toilet, which she really needed to use, and he pulled back a curtain to a large, walk-in shower.  The tile was cold to her palms and knees, but she dared not pause.  He hooked her leash to the faucet.  “Hold position, slut.  Do not move!”

Tarl reached up and taking the end of the shower hose, pulled her ass wide open and slowly, almost tenderly began to shove the nozzle into her ass.  She screamed and tried to walk ahead, but he stopped her with a word.  “Stop!  Do not move, I said.”

It was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life.  She twisted her body somewhat, but did not move.  She felt her stomach begin to fill.  She knew what was happening, knew that he was giving her an enema, but the water was so cold she was beginning to cramp.  She thought she would burst, when suddenly the water flow stopped.  He left the nozzle in her rectum.  “Every day you will be given an enema.  I want you clean inside and out.”  He reached down and took out her gag.  She said nothing.  With her ass filled to capacity, he reached up to a dispenser and filled his hands, shampooing her hair as she remained on all fours.  Then his hands spread soap all over her body, ever crevice, every part of her open to his soapy massage.  Of course, he took special care for her breasts and pussy, and she mewed softly.

Finally he finished soaping down is slut.  “Turn away from me and when I remove the nozzle, I expect you to continue to hold the water in your ass.”  He slowly twisted the nozzle from her rectum and she groaned. After several agonizing moments, he gave her permission to expel the putrid fluid.  As she did, he hosed her down and washed the filth down the central drain in the floor.  The flow of cool water hit her like an ocean wave.  Her teeth chattered, but she did not cry out as the water blasted her naked body.

Pleased that she had not cried out or fled the icy deluge, he turned off the water, lifted the leash from the faucet, and pulled her from the shower.  He took a towel and roughly but thoroughly dried her.  Tarl walked Ev from the bathroom to the main room, bringing her over to a rather large mirror.  “Nadu, slave.”  Ev quickly went to this position, knees spread widely, back straight, as Tarl reached for a hair brush.  “Work on your hair.  Here is a brush and hair dryer.”  He handed her both items, then as she began to brush her hair he reached down to remove her hoop earrings.

“These fuck-me hoops look good on you, slave, but they are not quite what I had in mind.”  He had reached into a drawer and brought out two other hoops, but hanging from each were the dangling letters SLUT.  She had stopped brushing, and was just staring in the mirror.  The hoop did not penetrate the ear, but was attached to a stud.  As he prepared to clip the back of the stud, he reached in the drawer and pulled out a tube of glue. “These won’t be coming off for a long time, slut.”

Ev’s eyes began to tear up, and she resumed her brushing.  There was nothing she could do to stop the humiliation.  Tongue and lip ring and now these blatant earrings to announce what he wanted her to be.  Her sobs deepened and he smiled at her in the mirror.

Part 25

After her enema and shower, and having adorned Ev with the new SLUT earrings, Tarl fingered her wet, black collar. 

Handing Ev a scrunchy, he ordered her to put her hair into a pony tail, to better expose the new earrings, and he left the room.  She could hear him rummaging through some drawers and the little “tings” of metal rings hitting against metal.

He returned and she noticed several straps of black leather and metal rings hanging from his left hand.  She also spied the dreaded thigh cuffs and alligator clips that she hated so much.  He tossed the straps to the floor and removed her wet dog collar.  There was a slightly red ring around her neck, where the collar had chafed. 

“Stand, slut, and turn away from the mirror,” he demanded and she rose to her feet, immediately taking the display position.  Tarl smiled at her desire to please.  “Just put your hands to your sides.”  She obeyed, and lowered her gaze to his crotch.

Over the next few moments, he proceeded to take the leather straps and rings and cinch them tightly around her neck, breasts, and back.  Each nipple now had a gold ring encircling it and there was another ring at her throat.  She felt more naked with this leather harness than without it. 

Tarl intentionally brushed her encircled nipples several times.  He noticed how they were now hard like bullets.  He reached down and strapped the thigh cuffs on his captive.  Once he heard her moan quietly and half expected her to say something, but she did not.

Kneeling before her, he focused on her face as he proceeded to once again attach the serrated clips hanging from the thigh cuffs to her pussy lips, spreading them widely, totally exposed.  Her lower lip trembled in pain and anguish, but she did not say a word.

“Present yourself, slave, and look into the mirror!”

Ev turned and quickly spread her legs as far as the thigh chains would allow.  She linked her fingers behind her neck, thrust out her now harnessed breasts and arched her back, as though offering herself to Master Tarl. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror, slave.”

Ev gasped at what she saw.  A day earlier she was a free college coed without a care in the world except for homework and the next exam.  The creature reflected in the mirror was barely recognizable.  The leather harness made her feel more naked than had she wore nothing.  The gold rings over her hard nipples were like magnets which drew her total attention for a moment.

She looked at her gaping pussy lips, held wide open by the clips attached to the thigh cuffs.  Her face was transformed, with the tongue and lip rings and the SLUT earrings.  It was her, of course, but instead of young innocence, she looked like a sexual animal. 

From behind, he reached between her legs, almost tenderly gliding his fingers along her open slit.  Ev nibbled at her lip ring, to keep from moaning.

Tarl leaned over her right shoulder and almost tenderly asked, “Do you want me to fuck you, slave?”

For the first time, Ev hesitated before answering, “No, Master, please no.”

Tarl laughed lightly.  “Your words say no, but your body says yes, and you know it, slut.”

He walked around to the front, and held his wet finger to his nose, sniffing at her juices.  He smiled and held his hand just below her nose.  She hesitated for just a moment and then opened her lips and took his finger into her mouth, suckling her pussy juices from his fingers

“Are you hungry, slut?” withdrawing his finger.

“Yes, Master, this slut is very hungry,” Ev replied, her head down.

“I am told that a Master’s semen is rich in protein, so perhaps another serving or two will be sufficient?”

Ev groaned inwardly at the thought, but did not respond.  If it was a rhetorical question, she would have no choice. 

“Well, slave, what do you think about that?”

“Slave will obey as Master wishes, Master.”  The words flowed so easily from her lips, yet she could not believe she had spoken them.

“Haha, well, later.  Let’s get some carbs in your little fucktoy body.  Down on all fours, slut, and stick out your tongue.”   Ev obeyed, though any movement tugged painfully on her pussy lips.  Tarl clipped the leash to her tongue ring.  With a light tug, she followed in his wake, out the doors and into the hallway.

She padded after him, her tongue hanging from her mouth, making sure that he did not need to tug on the leash.  He led her out a sliding door, onto the back porch, covered with an outdoor carpet. He released her tongue from the leash.  “Nadu, slave.  I will be back with your breakfast in a few minutes.  Don’t even think…on second thought, while you could not possibly escape the walls and fences surrounding my estate, it would be a pain in the ass to have to chase you.”

He tugged a pair of handcuffs from the back of his belt and reaching down, and cuffed her ankles together.  “As I was saying, I’ll be back in a few minutes and don’t move an inch!”

It was more like 15 minutes later, when Tarl returned with a large, silver dog bowl.  In it was steaming macaroni and cheese.  He set it before her and she just stared at it.  This was breakfast?

“Get to it, slut.  Good carbs.  Get down with your face; no hands.  And eat it all, or else!”

Ev paused, but there were no options.  She got on all fours, her pussy lips stretched painfully by the alligator clips.  She lowered her head into the bowl.  Again, she realized she was reaching new lows in her enslavement to this man.  She nibbled at the breakfast slowly, trying not to get it all over her face.  Suddenly, he slapped her ass sharply with his open palm.  “Faster!  We don’t have all day!”

Ev picked up the pace, trying to get down the gummy mess.  Tarl watched her finish lick the bowl clean, then ordered her back to nadu. He took a wet cloth and wiped her face, being careful around her pierced lip.

“Well?” he questioned.

Ev was not sure what he meant and so said nothing?  “No gratitude for this gourmet meal?  If you prefer, next time I will feed you real dog food and a bowl of my piss!”

“Thank you, Master, for this delicious meal!” she quickly squealed, afraid he would actually do as he threatened.

“Hmmm.  That did not sound too sincere, slave.”

“Master, please forgive your slave for not immediately and enthusiastically thanking you.  She did not think she was allowed to speak without permission.  Gyrl loved her breakfast and thanks you very much!”

“That’s better!  Are you appreciative enough to beg me to fuck you, slave?”

“Please, Master, please no, Master.”  As usual, Tarl chuckled knowingly.

“Show your appreciation, slut.  Pleasure your Master,” and he lowered his pants, revealing his engorged cock. 

Remembering her last experience, Ev showed total enthusiasm and energy, her pierced tongue swirling and lapping around his cock and balls, her pierced lip surrounding and sucking and caressing like his was the last cock on the planet.  She did not think in terms of degradation.  She thought only of pleasing this man who could bring her such pain.

Tarl moaned with pleasure and reached down to pull her face deeper into his crotch.  Ev’s nose was buried in his pubic hair.  She sensed warmth and a somewhat unpleasant odor, but did not slack in her efforts.  His cock was deep in her throat and for a moment she felt like gagging.  She pulled back only slightly to relieve the pressure at the back of her throat. 

“I’m cumming, slut!” Tarl filled his slut’s mouth with his nectar, Ev swallowing and lapping as fast as possible, not letting one drop escape.  Tarl let out an animalistic cry of pleasure, thoroughly satisfied, thoroughly sated.  He stepped back from his slut.

Ev returned to the nadu position, her nose and lips coated in his semen.  Her heart slowed, as though warming down from an energetic exercise.  Only then did she think for the first time how slavelike she had acted, how for those few moments she desired only to please her Master.  A wave of despair washed over her. 

“Stick out your tongue, slut,” he chuckled.  “Time to continue your training.”   And he led her back into the house, headed towards her prison within.

Part 26

Tarl led his bondaged slut back to the bedroom.  In their few hours together, he had focused on shock and pain, on humiliation and pleasure.  He was pleased the way she had just taken his cock with unbridled enthusiasm.  Yes, this slut had potential.  He would hate to give her up to Janet when the time came.

He led her back to the bedroom.  “You are a good slut, so you shall be rewarded.” First he released her tongue from the leash and then he released her nearly numb pussy lips from the clips.  Her momentary happiness at the praise was shattered from the pain of the blood returning to her tender lips.  Ev stifled a cry of anguish, trying her best to please him.  Her head hung low, as she quivered from the pain and degradation.

“What are you?”

She picked up on the question and responded.  “This girl is a slave and a slut, Master.”

“Good answer, slave.  What is your desire?”

“This slave’s desire is to please you, Master.”  Like a robot, she responded, then realized she was not really lying.  She was so confused right now.

“How many holes do you have to pleasure me with, slave?”

Ev paused a moment, fearing he was trying to trap her into begging to be fucked.  “Slave has three holes, Master, to pleasure you.”

“You have proven your mouth hole to be an effective giver of pleasure, slave, but that leaves two holes to go.  Crawl to the bench, slave. I want to introduce you to someone.”

“Someone?” Ev thought?  She raised her head high enough to see where he was pointing. It was a padded bench, about 6 feet long.  She crawled onto the bench and was pushed back so that she lay flat.  Tarl tied two straps across her upper body, effectively confining her arms and hands to the side of her torso.  Ev wanted so badly to protest, but knew it would only bring her more punishment.

Just below her ass, the bench was partitioned and Tarl strapped her legs with three leather bindings separately.  One strap was atop her thigh cuffs, another across her calf, and a final bound her ankles to the bench.  With a click, the lower part of the bench split into two and he pushed her legs widely apart, completely exposing his slave’s shaven pussy.

Finally, Tarl took a strap across Ev’s forehead to immobilize her head to the bench.  “Open your mouth hole, slave.”  With a whimper, she obeyed and a final strip of leather was placed across her open mouth and velcroed to the bench.  Ev was totally immobilized and at Tarl’s mercy.

He knelt down between her opened legs to examine her pussy.  His fingers played almost tenderly over the scratched and reddened lips. A moan escaped Ev’s strapped mouth.  “Mmmmmm…,” Tarl hummed.  He pulled her lips apart and with his pinkie nail he scratched her quickly engorging clit.  He lowered his head and with his tongue began to tease Ev’s clit.  Her moaning increased and he sensed her trying to move towards, rather than away from his invading tongue. 

He nibbled on her sex lips, and he could feel her body taut and tense.  “I bet those nasty alligator clips hurt, don’t they, slut?”  A mew escaped her gagged mouth.  “I know. I know.  What we need are some rings in your pussy lips to match the ring in your mouth lip.  Then we can tie your cunt wide open.  Would you like that, slut?”

“ooooooooo,” she wailed, shaken by his threat.

“And then I can padlock your pussy closed so only I can use it.  That is, when you beg me to fuck you.  Beg me to fuck you, slave.”

“ooooooo.”  Tarl chuckled at her resistance.  Admirable, but clearly weakening.

Tarl walked across the room and opened a walk-in closet.  Ev could hear something on wheels moving towards her, but could not move even an inch to see what he was bringing.  “This is called The Invader, slave.  I am quite certain that your hymen is no longer completely intact.  In fact, I am sure of it.  You may officially be a virgin, but unofficially I doubt it.  It is most certainly torn from various activities, and really, for a slave, it is a nuisance.”  Ev could not resist pleading her case.  “oooooooo, eeeeesssseeee, oooooooo.”  

Tarl had been arranging the machine so that at its full extension, the electrically powered dildo barely touched her opening, just tickling her lips.  “I have honored your wish to not fuck you, slave, and to not take your precious virginity until you beg me to do so.  Maybe the concern about popping your cherry was your main worry.”   With a flick of a switch, the mechanical arm began to move back and forth quite slowly, and the dildo at the tip began to spin, also quite slowly.  Ev tensed, feeling the unknown invader touch her tender lips. 

He rolled the machine closer to the bondaged Ev, levelling the dildo at her pussy opening.  He thought of clipping her wet and juicing lips and spreading them wide open, but decided not to.  He moved the machine closer, the rotating dildo entering Ev perhaps an inch.  She squealed at the deeper penetration.  Tarl moved it deeper, now passing the two inch mark.  Ev was panicking.  She could do nothing to stop the inevitable.   For several minutes, Ev moaned and begged, as the invader plunged deeper and deeper, spinning around inside her love hole.  Three inches, well past the hymen barrier, there was nothing to stop it now.  Within seconds, Ev would have experienced the most explosive orgasm of her life, when suddenly it stopped!

“Uh, oo, aiiiiiiiiiiii,” she uttered, much to Tarl’s delight.  She was so close, she could feel the molten magma boiling within her.  Ev was ready to yield to her body’s cry for release, when suddenly it stopped!

“Now we’re getting somewhere, slut.  I will set this on automatic and come back later. By then you will know why it is called The Invader and maybe you will beg me to fuck you.”

“eeeeeessssssssss, eeeeeeessssssss,” she wailed into her leather gag.

“Does that mean you want me to fuck you now, slave?” Tarl leaned over and stared into her almond eyes.

“oooooooooooooo,” she was able to exclaim, slightly shaking her head no.

“Then enjoy,” and with that, Tarl walked away, turning on The Invader as he walked past.  Ten seconds later it came to life, the first plunge entering Ev’s pussy at 4 inches, spinning and plunging out 3 inches and then back into the 4 inch mark.  Ev shook and tried her best to raise her hips and help the invader trigger her orgasm, when suddenly it stopped.  For over a minute, Ev lay on her back, inwardly begging the dildo to reenter and push her over the edge.

Again and again, The Invader fucked the helpless slave until she was on the edge.  Again and again it stopped seconds before orgasm.  Insidious in its timing, Ev was frantic.  She had become a reactive animal, unable to think clearly, wanting only the release she was continually denied.

Tarl had never really left Ev.  He had camera equipment to watch and film her every move, and had been reclining and having a beer while he watched his slave for the past 45 minutes.  He had also talked with Janet about further plans.  He was not pleased that Nathan and his slut were coming over today, but maybe he could create a doubly good and doubly humiliating situation.  “Time to go check on my slave and to continue her training,” he thought, rising from the chair.

Part 27

Nathan was a helicopter kid.  His parents had bought a home in the Hollywood Hills and had literally dropped him off before they returned to Asia to monitor the family business.  Their only son was given a large monthly allowance, a housekeeper that came weekly to clean the place, and all the privacy a college boy could possibly want…and told to behave himself.

Nathan had given Kyle the GPS for his place in the Hills, and had driven ahead to make sure everything was satisfactory.  He had been planning a surprise that would destroy any self-esteem Sophie still had.

The van ride was not smooth. Sophie felt every movement of the vehicle as it pulled agonizingly on her chained neck and arms – especially her arms! She had hung for hours, or what seemed like hours, while her ex-boyfriend, tortured her mentally and physically, and now she was chained by her arms, having them folded up her back, in a very, very uncomfortable position.

During her time in the cell Nathan had grabbed several short periods of sleep and so was not too tired despite the fact that it was already 8:30 on Saturday morning. Sophie still had the piss covered towel over her head and was completely unaware of the time of day. Sophie had not slept at all. Every time that she had closed her eyes and drifted towards sleep, the pull on her arms woke her with a start. The deprivation of sleep that she had endured along with everything else meant that she was not thinking clearly at all.

On the way home, Nathan had called Janet.  “Hey Janet, how are ya?”

“I thought we said we would meet up on Sunday.” Nathan listened for a while and then whistled into the phone. “He lives where? Fuck those places are huge and he’s got his own dungeon you say. Okay we’ll head for his place after noon. You gonna be there, too? Good, I’ll check in with you and see you later.”

Nathan’s place had privacy, but not a well-stocked dungeon.  And besides, he liked the way Tarl operated and figured he could learn a thing or two.

When Kyle arrived, he called Nathan who directed him to drive into the garage, and then closed the garage door.  Not likely anyone could see from the street, but it would not do for a Girl Scout to come up the drive to sell cookies at just the moment he was leading his slut into the house.

Sophie was led like a pet into Nathan’s house. Although she was hurting, the experience of being pulled on a leash into and through a house that she had been in many times before as Nathan’s girlfriend was very strange.

“Ahhh, my little fucktoy!” Nathan approached Kyle and Sophie. Sophie tried to look up at him but her bent over position was too agonising.

“Unfasten her please, Kyle.” Sophie was released from her strict bondage and the wrist manacles removed even though her collar was left in place. As she stretched her body Nathan approached Sophie and gripped her hair tightly. Sophie yelped.

“Listen to me cunt, this slutty body is all mine, to do with as I please.  Does slut understand?”

“Y…yes, Master,” Sophie was very scared now.

“And she will do as I say, won’t she?”

“Y … yes, Master,” she repeated, “please Master, what are you going to do to slut?”

“Ha, ha. I should beat slut’s sassy ass for daring to ask such a question, but instead I will tell slut of my plans when I have her in position. Now move over to the chair.”

Nathan pointed to a black, reclining leather chair and pushed Sophie hard towards it, causing her to stumble.

“Sit!” Sophie did as she was asked.

“Do not move or speak!” Sophie nodded not knowing whether to audibly reply or not. Nathan seemed happy with this. Under instructions from Nathan, Kyle fastened a chain through the front of the ‘D’ ring at the front of Sophie’s collar and secured it around the chair fastening her neck in place. Sophie winced as she heard the ‘click’ of the padlock. Then her hands were taken and placed upon the chair arms where more chains were wrapped tightly around her wrists before they too were padlocked into place. Finally her legs were pushed wide open and her thighs and ankles were fastened by more chain and padlocks to the sides and legs of the chair.

“P…please Master, what are you doing to me?”

“Slut dares to ask questions again and dares to refer to herself as ‘me’! Secure her tongue, Kyle.”  His colleague smiled as he gripped Sophie’s tongue, pulled it out and after fastening a small bar and chain to the stud, clipped her tongue to her lip ring. Sophie was effectively gagged and she wailed loudly and unintelligibly.

Her legs were splayed wide open and her secured body was powerless to stop Nathan fitting sharp alligator clips to her pussy lips and fastening small chains to pull them wide apart before securing them to the chains holding her thighs apart. Tears streamed down Sophie’s eyes with the pain and humiliation of this latest experience to which she was being subjected.

Nathan stood back. “So, cunt, I have a surprise. Cunt would be amazed at how many of her friends and fellow students, even a lecturer or two, asked about her after the auction – yes cunt, there were more people there than slut would appreciate.”

Sophie’s eyes widened and she mewed louder.

“So I have invited a few of them over for a bukkake session.”

Sophie looked confused.

“Let me explain what this is to my stupid slut. Bukkake is where a slut is selected by a group of people to kneel before them and let them cum all over her face and body. However, for slut this experience will be slightly different. Slut is secured with her pussy lips held wide open and so all of the cum from her hand picked audience will be directed over her pussy!”

“Nnnghhhhhhhhhooooo!!!” yelled Sophie.

“And it gets better. During this, all the residual cum will be collected in a jug and then the excess that hasn’t already seeped into slut’s delectable pussy will be scraped into the same jug – then I have more plans for slut, but one step at a time, eh?”

Nathan looked immensely pleased with himself as he pressed a remote control and made the chair recline even more forcing Sophie’s head down and her pussy higher. She screamed as best she could

“Kyle, let them in.” Kyle moved to a door and opened it. Sophie despaired as she saw one familiar face after another enter the room. She wailed in humiliation and shame.

Part 28

For nearly an hour, Ev had been strapped to the bench and the Invader had plunged in and out of her sopping cunt.  The timing meant that though she had experienced some mild orgasms, she was continually denied the “big one”, the one that she had never experienced, but could feel its presence.  Like any California girl, she knew what small tremors were, but had never experienced the big earthquake. 

She was completely lost in the physical and emotional whirlpool, and did not realize that Tarl had reentered and turned off the machine.  Her moaning continued for several seconds after the dildo was removed completely and the Invader had been backed away from her gaping hole.

Tarl released the strap that gagged his slut.  The corners of her mouth were rubbed nearly raw from her struggles over the past hour. 

“Please,” Ev groaned.

“Please, what, slave?”

Ev did not answer immediately, trying to regain her awareness and moisten her lips.  “Please fuck you?”

“No,” she said hesitantly, “no…please let me go.”

“This is not a weekend fling, slave.  You are mine and I have no intentions of letting you go.  Your only hope is to please me so that you can at least attend classes on Monday.  But no, you will never be free.  You are a slut meant to be enslaved, a bitch meant to be used, you are nothing more than three holes meant to pleasure me and any man, or woman, for that matter.”

Tarl had not raised his voice.  He spoke matter-of-factly, leaving no room to argue.  Ev did not respond, just lowered her eyes which had been temporarily captured by Tarl’s gaze.  She thought of Monday, how usually she had no desire to attend classes after a fun weekend, but this Monday would be very different.  Then she thought of her SLUT earrings and lip and tongue piercings, and a wave of despair washed over her.  She knew she could hide the earrings behind her luxurious hair, but the piercings would be impossible to hide.

As he began to unstrap her from the bench, he continued.  “That was your morning reward for being a good slave so far today, but now we have much to do.  You have proven to be a first class cock sucker,” he said, helping his slut to her feet, “but there is so much more.  Display position, slave,” he ordered, and Ev immediately snapped to attention.  “Arch your back more, spread your legs more, stick out those breasts, display yourself as the sexual creature you are!”

Ev readjusted her position.  Yesterday, she would have refused such a demand.  Today she obeyed instantly.  From the back, Tarl reached around and drove two fingers into her wet cunt.  She grunted slightly, rose up on her toes, but did not break position.  He leaned over her shoulder and whispered. “You are nothing but a fucktoy.  You were born to be a slave, to serve a Master, to think of nothing but his pleasure.”  He increased his pressure, probing deeper into her pussy, teasing her engorged clit.  “Say it, tell me what you are.”  She did not respond, so he dug deeper. 

“This slut is a fucktoy, Master, born to be your slave, to serve you, to please you.  Pleaseeeeeeeeee,” she droned, her need suddenly so strong, her experience with The Invader having broken her resistance. 

“Please what, slut?” he asked, knowing she was about to break.  He pinched her clit, again driving her to her toes, her breathing deep and rasping.

“Please, please, fuck your slut, pleaseeeeeeeee.”  Once the words were out, Ev yielded to her animal instincts, with no regrets.  There was nothing she wanted more than to be impaled and to reach the orgasm and relief she had sought with The Invader.

“Haha, I told you that you would eventually beg, didn’t I?  I know everything about you, I know your need, I knew your resistance was futile, that you were born to be fucked and to beg to be fucked.  And you know what, I will grant your request,” Tarl declared, pulling his fingers from her juicing cunt, “but not at this moment, slut.  You will just have to wait until I am ready.  Your need means nothing, slut.”

Ev wailed in frustration and humiliation.  She had begged to be fucked and he had turned her down.

“We have a few more things to practice.  I wouldn’t want you to embarrass me when we get visitors later today, would I?”  Ev said nothing.  Grasping her hair and pulling her backward, arching her back even further, he hissed, “I said, ‘would I?”

“Nnnooo, Master, this slut will not embarrass you, please, Master!”

“That’s more like it, slave.  Answer me immediately when I ask you a question, no matter who is listening, no matter how humiliating and revealing it is, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master, yes, your slut understands.”

“Walk for me across the room and come back,” he ordered, releasing her hair and giving her a push forward.  Ev wondered at this command, but did as she was told, walking to the other side of the room and then walking back, eventually turning her back to Tarl and going to a display position.

“You have the body of a slut, but you walk like a duck.”  His comment stung. “Your steps are too long, your ass barely moves, you walk like your pussy lips are chained to your thigh cuffs.  Is that what you want, slut?  You want me to reclip your pussy lips?”

“No, Master, your slut is sorry.  Please teach her to walk to your approval.”

Tarl was pleased with her subservient comment.  She was like clay and he was moulding her into the perfect slave. 

“Stay.”

Tarl left the room and returned with her gym back.  He pulled the boots with the 5-inch heels from the bag, then he walked over to the equipment cupboard.  He returned to Ev with boots, ankle cuffs and a short length of chain. 

“Put on your fuck-me boots, slut,” handing them to Ev. She was not sure if breaking position would earn her a swat, so instead she unsteadily pulled one boot, then the other, balancing on the opposite leg.  She then buckled them up the side.

He knelt and cuffed her ankles, then locked the chain to the cuff rings.

“You are a sexual creature, slut.  Your body is like an instrument, and you must learn to play it for men.  Your steps must be short, as though your ankles are chained.  They are now, of course, but even without the chain, you must walk in the same way.

“Your hips are like beacons.  They beckon the male’s attention towards your ass and your two nether holes.  Move them, sway them, make them sing.

“Your breasts are like headlights.  Thrust them out, make them beg to be grabbed and twisted.

“Don’t shut your mouth.  Keep it slightly open.  It is a fuck hole, remember, and not to be closed in the presence of your Master or any man.

“As you walk, nearly set one foot in front of the other, like you are a model on the catwalk.  That will force your hips to sway to the music that your heels tap to the floor.  Ok, try it now.”

Ev took one step and nearly fell.  Tarl had to grab her arms.  “I said short steps, you stupid slut!  Do it again!” 

Tarl’s comments stung again.  She was not stupid!  She would show him!  She took one step, then another, the chain at its max.  He picked up a small whip. After a few steps, she had the distance and continued across the room.  As she neared the other side, Tarl barked, “Your hips, swing your slave hips, put one foot directly in front of the other.  You are not a college coed any longer, you are not the girl next door any longer, you are my slut, my slave, my fucktoy, my fuck meat, and you will walk like I command!  Thrust out those breasts.  Straighter!  Stand straighter! Open your mouth, more, slut.  Bring your tongue to the edge of your lips.  Yes, yes!”

And so Ev walked, back and forth and back and forth, Tarl making comments about her arms, her ass, her hips, her mouth, rarely complimenting, always demanding, occasionally punctuating a comment with a swish of his baby whip on her pert ass. After about 10 minutes, he removed the chain and for another 10 minutes she walked back and forth unhindered, walking like only a whore or slut would walk.  “Enough.  Are you thirsty, slut?”

“Yes, Master, your slut is very thirsty.”  For just a moment, Tarl considered some other liquid alternatives, but instead filled a dog bowl with orange juice and Ev lapped it up from the bowl.

Ev could feel the SLUT earrings brush against her neck. Her senses were alive; she was feeling herself a woman for the first time. 

“While you are down on all fours, you will learn a few more display positions.”  Ev raised her head, licking the last drops of juice from her lips, the metal in her tongue touching the metal in her lip.  “What could he mean?” she wondered.

“Let’s start with ASS.  When I call this position, if you are standing you immediately drop to your knees, lean forward, your forearms flat against the ground, and just like the command, stick your ass as high in the air as you can.  Obviously, if you are already on the floor, do the same.  Show me ASS, slut.”

Ev put her arms out in front and lowered her head.  “Not good enough, slut. Put your forehead flat to the floor, between your arms.  Arch your back more.  Get that ass as high as you can.  You are offering its use to your Master, slut!”  He whacked her ass with the whip and Ev obeyed.  “Good, slut, good.  And if so ordered, from this position you can pull your ass cheeks apart, making it even easier for your Master to fuck your ass. Now stand and display.”

Ev immediately rose on her 5-inch heel boots, displayed as the slut she now was.  He held her in this position for 15 seconds and then ordered ASS.  Immediately she fell to the humiliating and degrading position. 

“Fine, one more and that should be enough to impress our visitors later today.  This is called HOLES.  Go to your back, and spread your legs as wide as possible.  Do it!”  Ev obeyed.  “Now, this is very easy if you are wearing heels, like now.  While on your back, reach forward with each hand and grab a heel, pulling your legs back and up, stretching the tendons in the back of your legs, totally exposing your holes.  At the same time, open your mouth a bit.  Now, all three holes are open for inspection and use.  ASS!”

For just a moment, Ev hesitated, still smarting from the hopelessness of her situation.  A quick smack from the tiny whip put her into action and she took the ASS position. “Spread your cheeks.  Wider!”  She was thoroughly humiliated, frustrated, and yet when he wiped his fingers along her slit and tickled her rectum on the way by, she knew what he would find.  “You love this slut, don’t you. Your juices never stop.  HOLES!”

Without thinking, she flipped to her back and opened herself widely for inspection.  “Wider!”  She obeyed, and opened her mouth wide enough for her pierced tongue to peek through and touch her lip ring.

“Excellent.  You love it, don’t you, slut?”

“No, Master, this slut does not love this.”

“Wrong answer, slut,” and he swiped her exposed thighs harshly with the whip, back and forth, yelling, “Wrong answer.  Give me the right answer, slut!”

“Yes, Master, yes, your slut loves it.  Please, Master, please, she loves it!” Ev wailed.  She would have said anything to stop the whipping.

While she was pleading, Tarl had dropped his shorts.  “Nadu,” he commanded, and she quickly took that position.  “Suck, slut!”  Ev took him in her mouth and quickly began to pump his cock, passion flowing through her.  Suddenly he shouted, “ASS,” and she quickly released his cock and turned over to take this position.  “Spread your cheeks!”  She obeyed.  She felt him.  He was kneeling behind her, at her entrance.  She had been assed fucked the previous night and did not want this again.  She dared to say, “Please, Master.”

“Please, what, slut?”  She felt his cock enter her ass hole.

More desperately, “Please fuck your slut’s pussy, please, Master.”

“Too late, slut!” and he rammed himself into her ass, impaling her and pushing her forward.  She pulled harder on her ass cheeks, trying to relieve the strain on her rectum, but there was not relief.  Tarl rutted in and out, sawing through her resistance, through gritted teeth commanding her to relax, but she could not. 

His left hand reached for her hair and pulled it back and up.  She thought she might break in half.  Again and again, his cries matching hers, his cries of lust, hers of pain, his howls of victory, her wails of defeat.

Part 29

Sophie was in shock as she stared at the opening door and her co-students and lecturers walked in all ready for action, naked and hard. Fleetingly she thought how embarrassing it would be for them as she had now seen them all naked, but this bizarre thought soon became eclipsed as what she was about to suffer sunk into her stupid brain.

There were about fifteen guys in total, all but four were fellow students, the others were her collage professors. This was awful. There were no girls present which relieved Sophie. She couldn't stand her female ‘friends’ and co-students to see her like this.

Sophie stared at the variety of hard cocks now facing her. Some of the obviously horny guys were already stroking their erections while staring down at her taut bound naked body. The humiliation Sophie felt was indescribable.

She wanted to shout out, "I won't do this.....You can't", but it came out as garbled nonsense which made Nathan laugh.

The realization that she was going to be humiliated by her co-students overwhelmed her. Sophie fought off deep sobs that welled up from her gut; she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry, but she could not stop the tears from pouring down her cheeks.

Nathan spoke "Ok guys, here's the perfect whore for you. She can't move and she can't talk. What could be better than that?" He reached down and squeezed her right breast, twisting her nipple hard.

"Look at these tits. Aren't they incredible? They’re so big for a worthless Asian cunt. Later we will cover them with cum, but for now I want at least one load from each of you all over her pussy. The slut will love it."

All eyes looked down at Sophie’s widespread pussy lips. To be honest she didn’t look like she was ready to ‘love it’!

Nathan leaned forward to whisper aggressively into Sophie’s ear. "Okay slut’s cunt is about to be covered in copious amounts of slimy cum and I know that’s what slut has always wanted, to be used like a worthless, useless slave.  Now take it all like the whore slut is because she is not going anywhere."

He stroked Sophie’s slit which was already glistening with juices. Everyone could see her moist cunt and then Nathan backed off to take off his own clothes. He then joined the others as they all began to stroke their cocks. One by one, as Sophie lay, bound and whimpering, they began to build up their orgasms.

Sophie could move her head to see the crowd around her. First to move between her legs was Mike Thornton, a fellow student that Sophie had shared many classes with. He stood before her, naked and hard, and frigged his dick faster and faster until he groaned, arched his back and covered her pussy with his sperm.

Jet after streaming jet of thick white juice spurted onto Sophie’s pussy, some of it a direct hit onto her slit and some of it around her recently used pussy. Sophie could feel the cream soaking in between her cunt lips. Against her will and desire she was getting turned on. She wanted to cry out but the tongue stud and lip ring stopped that from happening. Instead she just uttered moans and high pitch mews.

She was humiliated but she couldn't help the way she was feeling – was there no turning back for her? Had she become so worthless? Sophie’s body was betraying her and she began to squirm under the feel of the chains. After that Jason Wu approached her and she saw clearly how he stroked his cock until he too shot stream after thick, slimy stream between her legs and into her gaping pussy. Then Thomas Kitchen, and Professor Biggs, and Will Jones … and endless stream of familiar faces, all humiliating her by covering her with cum. They began to cum fast and heavy, every one aiming at her slit and soon Soph was dripping cum.

She could not see this, but Nathan had placed a bowl on the wooden floor to catch the drips as they streamed down between her thighs and slid off the very end of the leather chair. Nathan’s chair would be stained for ever but he didn’t care – he was having too much fun humiliating Sophie Park, his ex girlfriend.

Nathan called a couple of the crowd to Sophie’s head and instructed them to start jerking off together with him. Sophie shook her head, her big Asian eyes pleading for him not to do what he was clearly about to do. But it was to no avail. Sophie soon saw three hard cocks all jerking off over her face and head and hair and soon, as if in sync, she saw several loads of cum descend onto her face covering her eyes her mouth and dripping from her cheeks. It was in her hair, it was everywhere. She couldn't even see anymore as she was covered with a think, gooey film of cum. At the same time several more jets covered her slit. She was filthy with sperm as it covered her head and pussy. Unbelievably she was shaking with

wanton desire, desperate for yet more release of her own passion.

Sophie knew that she looked like the worst kind of slut and whore and she was so ashamed. But she needed to cum now so bad. She just wanted someone to touch her.

For the next 30 minutes Sophie was splattered with cum. Her head and hair and face took it at one end and her gaping pussy at the other. But she wasn’t touched and her stomach still ached for release.

The poor cum covered student opened her sticky eye lids and looked around.

She saw a mass of naked male bodies through the haze of cum globules blurring her vision.  Professor Biggs, Jason, Mike, Thomas, Will, Andrew, Professor Willard, Bradley … fuck, and loads more people that she knew well and had spent time with. Sophie felt betrayed and scared as she knew her life with these people would never be the same.

“Collect her cum with me Kyle.”

The huddle of men surrounding Sophie watched as Kyle scraped all of the sperm from between her legs into a plastic container and Nathan did likewise at her head. Sophie really had been covered and it was a surprising amount of thick cum that swirled in the bottom of each container when they had finished.

Nathan walked over to her and leaned down, wiping the residual male juice off her eyes. "I'm going to have you fucked now, in front of all these men.”

He was gloating and Sophie thought it strange that he said ‘I’m going to have you fucked’, would he not be doing the fucking?

The door opened and Sophie’s worst fears were realised. In walked Miss Marshall. She was a new lecturer. Fresh out of school Sophie thought. She would be a graduate and a post graduate and around 24-25, or so Sophie imagined. And now here she was looking like a porn film star dressed in a short black skirt and tight white vest, clearly showing her bullet hard nipples,  with her long blond hair cascading around her shoulders, her slim bare legs on 5 inch heels and grinning as she stared down at poor, cum covered Sophie’s naked body.

“Hi Nathan,” Miss Marshall drawled.

“Hi Natasha,” replied Sophie’s ex boyfriend.

Natahsa! He was on first name terms. Was it to be ‘Natasha’ who would fuck her? Shit, a strap on cock, this was going from bad to worse and now her tongue ached so much and poor Sophie could feel the pools of cum coagulated in her throat where her permanently open mouth had taken in plenty of the male jets as they fell onto her face.

The faces of the watching men were full of glee as Natasha Marshall, on her fuck me heels, moved towards the splayed legs of the bound, secured Sophie.

“Mmmmm,” Miss Marshall stroked Sophie’s thighs, “you are a sexy little thing aren’t you. I’ve seen you around campus and you just make me ache with desire.”

‘Fuck’, thought Sophie, she’s a lesbian and now she’s got me. Sophie stared into the face of the stunning female lecturer. Her small upturned nose, wide mouth and freckled cheeks gave her an ‘all American’ appearance. Sophie writhed as Miss Marshall’s fingers edged nearer to the student’s sticky pussy.

“Nggghhhhhhooooo ohhhhhhhhh ffyggyeeeesssssss!” Sophie groaned drivel as more than one of Miss Marshall’s fingers plunged inside the soppy slit of Sophie Park. She shook her head no, but it made absolutely no difference.

“Take off your top Natasha,” Nathan ordered.

Natasha smiled, “Of course Nathan,” and Sophie watched as Miss Marshall’s magnificent breasts came into clear view.

“You want to fuck her?”

Again Natasha Marshall smiled, “yes please.”

“Okay then she‘s all yours.”

Sophie watched as Miss Marshall hooked her fingers into her short leather skirt and wound it down her tanned, shapely legs. She wondered where the strap on was and then as Miss Marshall’s skirt bunched on the wooden floor she saw why there would be no strap on. Peeking out from the top of Miss Marshall’s small black panties was the head of a large stiff cock!

Fuck, Miss Marshall was a she male, a transsexual – no way, she was fucking gorgeous. From the exclamations in the audience of men it was clear that many of them did not know this either. Sophie’s now really did shake her head. Being fucked by a she male was an embarrassment and humiliation that she would never live down.

“Ghnnnnleeasiieieieeeee ngggoooooo!” Sophie made more unintelligible sounds.

Miss Marshall’s panties were on the ground and her naked body was a magnificent specimen of female beauty except for one thing. The cock between her legs was at least 8 inches of solid male erection, and Sophie felt sick.

Miss Marshall looked down at Sophie and smiled. Then reaching out with her hand she slapped Sophie’s tits hard making the poor girl cry out.

Again Sophie shook her head in wild appeal for them to stop what they were doing to her. Her eyes pleaded with first Nathan and then Miss Marshall in turn, but they didn't care. Miss Marshall cleared the left over cum from Sophie’s slit and wiped it over the bound girl’s nipples. Then she began to prod away at the gaping hole between Sophie’s legs until with a push Miss Marshall shoved her cock deep inside Sophie’s body. It was like a body blow to the poor student and her whole frame shuddered.

Natasha Marshall began to pound young Sophie hard. The chained student came almost as soon as she was touched. Her cunt was so swollen and sensitive from watching and feeling all those guys jerk off on her. Natasha Marshall could feel cum soaking her cock and that just spurred her on even more.

Each time she entered Sophie she shouted, "This WHORE is mine! This SLUT is mine!" until finally she began to cum, pumping Sophie full of her juices. Then it was over and the gorgeous she male staggered backwards leaving a trail of thick sperm connecting her cock to the bound student’s pussy. Sophie had climaxed and Miss Marshall had climaxed. Now what would happen?

Part 30

Sophie’s mind was a blur. She could not comprehend all of the things that had happened to her in just a short time since she naively accepted the invitation to be auctioned. Exhausted by her ordeal, the poor student’s head rolled backwards and she struggled to see anything in front of her but she knew that her female professor, a she male, had just fucked her in front of many people she knew, professors and students alike. She would never be the same, never!

Sophie felt the chair’s mechanics move upwards enabling her see a little of her surroundings. There were guys everywhere. Naked, cum dripping cock’s which were, in some cases, erect again. Please, no more, she thought begging silently in her mind. She watched Nathan, her ex boyfriend, move towards Miss Marshall. The she male professor welcomed him with open arms and they embraced with a deep passionate kiss. Sophie felt sick. She could see Miss Marshall’s cock stir into life again.

Breaking the kiss Nathan spoke. “Natasha, I so want her to become a full slave, dependant on others, marked as being owned, subservient and deliciously skilled in the art of satisfying her Masters and Mistresses.”

“Mmmmm, sounds delicious,” purred Miss Marshall.

“But Janet has arranged for Master Tarl to help me with that, so in the meantime we can simply have more fun with our little cunt here.”

The gathering of guys clapped when they heard Nathan say this.

“Unfasten her.” Nathan ordered, “But slut will stay in her current position, understand?” He addressed Sophie in an aggressive manner.

“Y … yes Master,” Sophie stammered. She could still feel the coagulating cum on her skin, running down her body.

Unfastened now, Sophie stayed in her prostrate position and watched in horror as Kyle fetched a funnel, but not an ordinary funnel. It had a large circular opening so as not to miss a drop of what was poured into it, but then a stem which was at least 10 inches long and an inch in diameter.

“I knew my chemistry classes would prove useful,” Nathan laughed as he approached his captive slut. Sophie knew just where the funnel was headed and as she felt the stem breach her pussy lips she screamed.

“That’s it cunt, yell for all you’re worth! Don’t worry I sterilised it first. ”

The stem was pushed into Sophie until only and inch or two showed. She was impaled on at least 8 inches of plastic dildo. Sophie’s eyes rolled to the top of her sockets as the invading phallus made its searching presence felt. The watching crowd had grown silent as Nathan took the bowl of sperm and began to pour the copious volume into the funnel. Sophie groaned as the thick cum oozed down the stem and flowed deep into her pussy.

“Noooooooo, please Nathan don’t.”

As always her cries just made him even hornier. The sperm continued to ooze out until finally Sophie was so full that cum was bubbling back up the funnel. Nathan was satisfied that she had taken as much as she could into her pussy and so he pulled out the funnel with a plop and a groan from Sophie. Because the angle of Sophie’s abdomen was such that she was effectively still laid down, she lost very little of the sperm when she was unplugged, but that didn’t stop Nathan from re-plugging her with a long black plastic dildo that was then strapped to her thighs to hold it in place. Again the poor student moaned anew.

Then she felt her nose pinched and the funnel penetrate her mouth. Before long she was gagging, tasting her own juices, as she deep throated the plastic stem. Then Nathan gleefully poured the rest of the male sperm down her throat. This time of course there was no sign of her being filled, despite the fact that Sophie could feel cum deep in her stomach, and so Nathan emptied every last drop of sperm down into her mouth. He held the stem in place for several minutes after the bowl was empty to make sure the cum was settled inside his slave’s body, before removing the plastic tube prompting Sophie to cough, splutter and gag but the cum stayed inside her.

“Get up bitch,” Nathan ordered his slut to move. Sophie could see Nathan’s cock hard as stone again and once he had ordered her to kneel, she knew what he wanted.

“Open wide cunt,” by now Sophie was obeying automatically she had not one ounce of her own will left. Most of the cum had been wiped from her face and deposited inside her pussy or stomach and her mouth looked ready for fucking once more.

Sophie felt her head pushed forward and she allowed her throat to become impaled upon Nathan’s erect cock. Once more he fucked her this time by gripping her hair and forcing himself inside the poor girl.

Sophie let out a muffled groan as he ravished her mouth. Nathan loved it and so did the appreciative audience.

Mercifully, and with a little help from Sophie’s fingers, the warm envelope of the student’s ripe mouth brought Nathan off in a few short minutes and soon more cum found its way into Sophie’s stomach.

“So, cunt has enough protein to last her a lifetime now,” Nathan laughed as he took a plastic strap dildo and pushed it roughly into Sophie’s mouth. She felt nauseous and gagged again as the stubby 4 inch phallus sank into her mouth and the strap was fastened around her head. Both of her sperm filled holes were now effectively gagged and the poor gyrl was brim full with cum.

Sophie was pushed roughly to her back on the cold wooden floor.

“Put these on,” he ordered. Sophie was thrown a pair of thigh length, skin tight black boots and groaned under the impalement of the mouth cock-gag when she saw the very tall 8 inch heels.

“Quickly cunt.”

Sophie placed her feet in the boots and pulled them tight up her legs fastening the lace drawstring around each thigh. Then she was pulled to her feet. The boots made her look extraordinarily tall and very sexy as the impossible heels shaped her legs even more.

“Now walk for us cunt!” Sophie looked at Nathan incredulously, then she looked at Miss Marshall and finally at the watching audience. Every face made it clear to Sophie that they expected her to do as she had been ordered. So she did. Tottering and struggling, her mouth and pussy plugged by dildos, poor Sophie Park made her unsteady way across Nathan’s floor. She stumbled and slipped to the floor only to be dragged by her hair to her feet again. She cried out in pain as her scalp was almost uprooted. But again she walked away from Nathan. She felt his eyes and many other pairs on her shapely ass.

When she turned to face him she saw that 3 guys were lined up facing her. Nathan beckoned her to totter back towards them. She did, of course. Sophie looked at the 3 guys. 2 were her co-students and 1 was a professor. She knew them all very well.

“Kneel bitch,” came the order when she reached them. Sophie knelt in front of her masters.

“Hands behind head, knees apart!” More orders, she was a slave and would be made to kneel like one.

“Look at your masters.” She did. Nathan removed her mouth gag as Sophie spluttered and coughed.

“Now choose one.”

Sophie did not know why she was choosing but she guessed it would not be pleasant. None of the guys were guys she had fancied before so she delayed.

“Choose, now bitch!” She was being ‘encouraged’.

“Him.” Sophie pointed to Paul Knight, a fellow student. He smiled knowingly.

“Now say to him, ‘please Master fuck my ass!”

“Ohhhh, no please don’t make me …”

“Are you refusing a Master’s order?”

“No, no but …”

“Say it cunt!” Sophie’s head was pushed towards the floor and a leash attached to her collar.

“Pl … please Master, f … fuck my ass.”

Sophie begged and the boy’s cock twitched into life.

“Get down onto the floor bitch then reach behind and grip your ass cheeks pulling them apart.”

Sophie tried one, last desperate look searching for mercy but she knew it was hopeless. Doing as she was ordered Sophie assumed the required position.

“Now beg him again bitch, beg this fellow student of your who only yesterday sat together with you in class. Beg him to fuck your slutty ass.”

Sophie let out a small sob as she uttered, “Please, Paul, please fuck my slutty ass.”

The boy got down onto his knees and gripped Sophie’s ass pulling her hole even wider. He could see cum oozing out from the sides of the pussy plug. Then he fucked her.

He prised her ass cheeks apart with his hands to reveal the tiny pink star of her asshole. This simple act itself was painful enough to Sophie. Then, to the cheers of his audience, he used his thumbs to open her tiny hole and force the large, blunt head of his cock into the puckered opening.

Sophie screamed as he forced himself into her un-lubricated ass inch by painful inch until he was lodged halfway into her. Sophie's mind was overwhelmed by the pain; it seemed as if an object the size of a torpedo was forcing its way inside her, tearing her apart.

He reached down and pressed on her head grinding her face into the floor as he impaled her further, opening her up to fit his cock, forcing her to take him. She felt the wiry hair of his groin press against her bottom cheeks. She was totally consumed now and Sophie could not believe that his huge shaft was inside her tiny ass even though the intense pain of her situation convinced her that he definitely was.

He was filling her, making it difficult for her even to breathe until he arched his body and filled her third hole with cum.

“Give her every last drop Paul”, and he did.

“Stay in position slut,” ordered Nathan as the boy withdrew his slackening cock. Sophie obeyed and groaned loudly as she felt another dildo inserted into her ass keeping the cum captive in that hole too.

“slut’s ass is plugged cunt but there is nothing holding it in place except slave’s tight hole and her own muscles. Do not under any circumstances let it slip out, understand?”

Sophie was still down on the floor, exhausted, but she managed to utter “Y … yes Master.”

Dragging her painfully to her feet Nathan refitted the mouth cock-gag. All three of Sophie’s holes had now received a load of cum and all 3 were now plugged with a dildo as the unfortunate student awaited her next instruction.