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Sold by Golffdude45-02@msn.com
Re-edition by Carrie

Sold


It started as little more than an embarrassing fantasy. My husband of nearly
ten years and I were watching TV one evening. Our two kids, ages 8 and 6,
and were already off to bed and sound asleep for the evening. It was one of
those cop shows that have become so popular of late. Well, the theme for the
episode was some sort of bondage event... He commented about being tied up

and I countered with some flip comment or another. Dan, my husband,
disappeared into the garage during the next commercial segment. I thought
nothing of it. A few minutes later he reappeared with a roll of duct tape
and a length of nylon cord. I laughed and asked just exactly what he thought
he was going to do with that stuff.

"Tie you up! Now get naked, woman." And with that he went into the kitchen.

"Yeah, right!" I grunted in disbelief. He returned with a metal folding
chair, which he placed next to the couch and in front of the TV.

"What's this? You don't believe me? Now get naked."

I giggled, stood and laid my clothes neatly on the couch next to where I had
been sitting. The chill of cool night air puckered my nipples.

"Sit here." He pointed towards the folding chair. I sat. The metal was cold
against my bare skin. "Get comfy." And with that he ripped out a length of
shinny silver duct tape. With two quick wraps my left ankle was secured to
the metal leg. And in another second the other ankle was done too. I
fidgeted about and was very surprised at how immobile I had become. My
thighs tingled. I flushed with a bit of embarrassment at my own reactions.
Dan looped the rope about my thigh just below my twat and tugged the flesh
outwards from my groin. Then under the chair and around the opposite thigh,
tugging the flesh about my pussy into an open area. My pussy rushed warm.
Beads of moisture forming on the labia. I blushed again. My elbows were tied
to the back of the chair. A wrap or two about the tummy and I was secured to
the chair. Moisture dribbled from my exposed twat. He taped my left wrist to
my thigh.

" Now stick your two middle fingers into you pussy." I was sopping so that
was easy enough... and a bit welcomed too. Dan taped my index finger to the
inside of my thigh and my little finger to the other thigh. My fingers were
fixed upon my twat. So I diddled while he played. With a wash cloth to the
back of my head and one, two, three wraps of tape around the circumference I

was quite mute. I was nearing a quiet orgasm as Dan looped a slipknot
around my left breast and tugged it tight. The surprise and instance of pain
shooting through my chest triggered an instant orgasm... and not as small as
I had hoped for either. Dan lassoed the other breast as my insides shook. He
looped the rope several times about each breast tugging firmly. Well, I was
finished shaking... and my breasts were well separated. The last bit of rope
he wrapped around my chest... over and across my nipples and cinched tight,
cutting my protruding breasts in half. I tried to yelp in pain but all I
could do was a muffled grunt. With another too tight a wrap he tied off the
rope. I was diddling again... and focussing upon the building pressure in my
tits. The TV show ended about the same time as Dan's rope tricks.

"Good night, My Love."

My eyes bulged wide.

"NO!" I wanted to scream... but I only grunted. The lights went out. Dan
left. I sat and diddled my pussy... Most all night I diddled. Dan fetched me
to bed about 3 AM.

Anyway, I spend most Saturday nights tied up here or there. And for my
birthday that year I received a tennis bracelet, a card, and a "Bill of
Sale" with the following note-

My Dear Wife: You have been "SOLD" into "BONDAGE" for a period of ten days.
The money received from this sale was used to purchase your tennis bracelet.

At some time unknown to me during the next six months you will be
"abducted." Your abductors will inform you that your servitude is about to
commence. Neither you nor I will know where or when. You will go then and
there, and be returned to me in ten days substantially unharmed. I do hope
that you enjoy yourself!

Happy Birthday, Dan

"What exactly does sold mean - and exactly to whom?!" The tennis bracelet
was gorgeous. I was thrilled. But the Bill of Sale and note left a hollow
tightening feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Well, I know how much you like being tied up and all. And one day while
poking around on the Internet looking for ideas I came across this ad for a
Bondage service. They buy women at $50 a day for services rendered. You
determine how many days of servitude and they pay you in cash in advance.
The bracelet was just over $750. I thought it might be fun, so I sold you
for $500.00."

"But what if I don't like being "SOLD"? And did you check to see exactly
what this "servitude" might involve?"

"Yes, actually I did some checking. They have a list of references, which I
called. They are very secretive about the specifics. But everyone I called
said they got what they paid for, and their wives were returned
substantially unharmed as agreed. Some of the references were husband and

wives, and some were just single women. So I felt comfortable about your
safety."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then all we have to do is refund the money by the end of the week."

"And the bracelet?"

"Well, I don't see that we can do that without the cash advance."

"Why didn't you ask me first?!"

"Would you have agreed to being "sold"?"

"No. Well, maybe..."

"And that would have ruined the surprise too, would it not?"

"But what if they ask me to do something I don't want to do?"

"Then tell them no... I don't think it will help much... but now's the time
to decide."

"And why is that?"

"Because we both have to sign a release and E-mail it back. There is no
contract without the release. And once it is sent back... well, you will be
"sold.".. and must do the ten days within the next six months."

The more we talked about it the more I warmed up to it. It might be fun. I
was actually getting a bit turned on by the idea. "And you have no idea
where or when?"

"None."

"And will they notify you in advance so we can plan a week or so before?"

"From what I understand, no. You will just be abducted one day. And in ten
days I will receive a message about where to pick you up."

"That sounds a bit spooky."

"The whole things seems a bit medieval. A bit Marquis de Sade-like... Yet
fun too." And with that he signed his name to the release. Then pushed the
paper in front of me. I looked at him a long moment, then signed the paper.
I was still very uneasy about the whole thing.

Dan stood the paper in his hand. "Now we e-mail this to them."

He walked to the computer, turned it on, lifted the scanner lid, laid the
document on the glass... I sat mesmerized. The computer blinked, clicked,
and whirred to life. Dan did not look back. He sat at the computer and began t
o type. I could see the screen clearly from where I sat. The computer dialed
on-line. And with a bit more clicking and buzzing the screen flashed a large
red "Hello", and nothing else. Dan hit the send button. My heart skipped a
dozen or so beats. Then the screen flashed and a very large red bold print
"SOLD" appeared across the screen. Fear shot through my whole body. I had
been sold - and I didn't even know who the buyer was! I stared dumb founded at
the screen. It was "I" that was sold. Dan shut the computer off. I sat
motionless, frozen in time.

"You okay?" Dan asked.

"No..." I said quietly. "I was just bought and sold over the Internet. Can I
change my mind?"

"Not from what I know about this."

"Any idea when they, whoever they are, will show up to claim
theirpurchase?" I felt sick, filled with dread.

"None at all."

I rubbed the bracelet around my wrist. There is no way to prevent what you
cannot find out. Those next days and weeks were filled with fear, expecting
to be kid-napped by unknown monsters at any moment. A month passed. Life
moved along without event or interruptions. I all but forgot about the sale
by the end of the second month. And by the passing of the third month I, we
both, just assumed the best dismissing the event as some strange bonus to
us. I loved the bracelet!

The Abduction

I was returning from the grocery store and babysitter. The door closed shut
behind me, as I became aware of a presence from behind. Failing to turn in
time I was seized from behind. Huge arms encircled me lifting off the floor.
I kicked violently, but only thrashed about in the air. The groceries
dropped from my arms scattering about the floor. Another man grabbed my
legs struggling to get them under control. I lost the battle rather quickly.
These were big men dressed in black with hoods covering their faces. I was
beyond terrified. I feared the worst, for my safety and my life. I struggled
fiercely. A third man placed a large leather belt around my waist cinching
it tight enough to hurt. I screamed bloody murder. A ball gag was placed in
my opened mouth and secured behind my head in an instant. I was muffled. I
writhed about fighting with all my strength. First one arm was held firm. A
leather band attached to my wrist. It was bent forcibly downward. Then
fastened to the waistband. Then the other arm was attached to the belt
around my waist. I stopped fighting. The struggle was lost. I watched
wide-eyed as a leather strap was tethered about my ankle. Then the other
ankle was fastened in a strap. Small locks found the side of each wrist and
ankle strap. A black tube about two feet long was fastened into a large
metal ring attached to the ankle. I was placed upright upon my feet.

"I bought you, and for the next ten days you are my property. You will do
exactly as you are told, and speak only when spoken to. You will answer with
a simple "Yes, Master/ No, Master." Shake your head if you understand."

I nodded my head in the affirmative.

"You will be given a chance to ask questions when we arrive at the
compound.
Do you understand?"

I nodded again. One of the other men gathered up my groceries and placed
them on the table. He pulled out a piece of paper. It was a copy of the Bill
of Sale and the release form. It was stamped "SOLD" in large red letters. And
just below that was today's date with a large red "Item Collected" stampedacross
the release form.Tears welled up in my eyes. I choked on the gag. He
placed the paper next to my groceries. I stood in shock, staring at the
table. The glint of steel brought my focus back to the present. It was a
scalpel. One of the men stepped forward. I retreated as best I could but
found my back blocked by another's chest. Quickly and without so much as a
spoken word every stitch of clothing was cut away. Electric hair clippers
removed the velvet from between my legs. My pretty muff was placed in a
baggie. All my clothes were placed into a small plastic grocery bag along
with the baggie containing my muff. The bag was set upon the table next to
the Bill of Sale.

The terror of a few minutes ago had subsided. I realized that it was time to
pay up. And this would be over in ten days or so. I felt very much on the
side of panic still. I was securely bound and naked in front of my captors.
My hands clinched into balls of clammy sweaty rage.

A leather collar with several metal wrings was strapped around my neck, and
locked into place. I shook my hair out. It was caught in the strap.

"Bend over." The voice command was simple enough, void of all emotion.

I shook my head no. I was not about to expose my bottom to these brutes.

"You don't understand yet. I own you and your body, every bit of it and you
will either do as you are told or it will be done for you... but it will happen."

With that he pressed a button on a small box he was holding. Nothing much
happen until the man from behind pushed me forward. As I stumbled to take a

step the tube between my legs sprung wide, spreading my legs to some three

feet wide. The force of having one leg shot apart from the other sent me
stumbling forward completely off balance. Guided by one of the men, I toppled

over the back of the couch, burying my face in the cushions on the other side I
screamed but only muffled noise escaped the ball gag in my mouth. My
arms thrashed but made little real movement as they were fastened to the
leather band around my waist. I lay still. My lungs heaved for air but
struggle was futile... and my bottom was sunny side up.

"Now you see. That's much better!"

I lay still. Moments passed slowly. I stiffened as a finger began spreading
a cold cream around the openings of my bottom. A cold object touched the
skin of my anus. Gentle but firm pressure began spreading the opening.
Slowly, and I was so thankful that it was slowly, I felt something
penetrating the opening.

"Relax and accept the butt plug. It will hurt less."

I tried to comply. But the object was spreading me wide. I felt like the
tissue was about to rip apart. Tears streamed down my face. My bowels felt
stuffed as the tissues around my ass began to close at the base of the plug.
Another leather strap was fastened to a metal ring at the back of my waist
strap.

"Stand her up." The other two took me by the shoulders and helped me
struggle to my feet. I felt violated, stuffed, sickened at the pit of my stomach....
And my ASS hurt! I stood and watched as a large and very, very
thick dildo was slowly inserted into my twat. I felt miserable, invaded,
violated, and raped. Absolute despair began to overwhelm me. The strap from

the back of my waist was brought between my legs. There was four-belt
buckle like straps at the end of a two-inch wide leather strap. These were then
buckled up to the leather waistband forming an enclosure about my pussy
and
ass, securing both the butt plug and dildo into their respective orifices.
From the outside it looked very much like a leather panty. I had never felt
so stuffed. I felt like a thanksgiving turkey, about to over flow.

"Close her up." And one of the men bent down. He depressed a small button on

the tube between my ankles and pressed the tube between my ankles back
together. Another man began gathering and stuffing my hair from behind into
something. A leather bag was snapped to the strap around my neck. I stood
still, puzzled at what they might be doing. The other man soon joined him. I
could feel a tugging at the base of my skull... And then a zipper making its
way upward behind my head. I began to feel panic again as I realized that I
was being closed off. In another moment the front was zipped closed over my
eyes. To my surprise there was an opening around my nose and I could breathe
rather easily. I could feel myself - relaxing as the oxygen flowed freely to my
lungs. The leather hood was snapped down in front.

"This will hurt. It is in preparation. Upon your arrival at the compound
your nipples will be pierced." I began to shake. "The loops will be pressed
stainless steel attached to a stainless steel nipple chain. The chain will
be welded into place. These will be permanent. So get used to the idea now."

Someone rolled my right nipple to elongate and enlarge it. Then a clamp of
some type was depressed over the center. I lurched forward at the waist in
pain. I cried under my hood. My knees buckled as the other nipple was
clamped down. My tits were on fire. I could not walk. I stumbled from the
shackles, racked with pain in my chest. I was half dragged as I stumbled
along. I felt the kitchen tile under my feet. The back door opened. I
stumbled down the back stairs being both helped and dragged with one man
on each shoulder. I heard a motor start. I was lifted quickly upward. My chest
was on fire. My nipples raging in excruciating pain. I was disoriented in
the dark under my leather hood. My legs shook, barely supporting my weight.
Terror had once again filled my mind. The Man, my Owner's words ran
screaming over and over through my mind. Panic began to take over... I stood
up right. My hands were released from my waistband and reattached to
another ring. My arms resting forward in grooves that seemed formed for small
wrists. I tugged at the attachments, first one then the other searching for
some weakness. Escape was a distant second to the fire burning in my
breasts. My arms were secure. One of the men pressed my head forward to
about the same level as my hands and attached one of the rings on my neck
strap to the object in front of me. I tried to stand but was securely
fastened at the neck. This too felt grooved as if to fit about my neck. Then
an image flash into my mind. That of a medieval pillage stock. At that one
and the same instant the stock closed down over my arms and head. The latch

clicked closed. The fire was subsiding into a dull ache radiating through my
breasts, into my chest muscles and along my shoulders. My nipples had become
thankfully quite numb. The step van/ delivery truck rumbled down my drive. I
lost my footing at the turn and promptly discover that the spreader bar had
been released. My ankle sprung sideways. With a great deal of stumbling and
struggle I finally found a ride-able balance to my position. My chest hurt.
I could not feel my nipples any more. My ass began to ache, and I remembered
what was stuffed into every hole in my bottom. No tears flowed for the time
being. Survival instincts had taken over.

We were off to their compound and ten fun-filled days...

DAY ONE

The trip had taken several hours, with many twisting turns, stopping, and
bumpy roads. I was unloaded as soon as we arrived at the compound. It felt
really good to stand up straight. The spreader bar collapsed and was removed
from my ankles. My arms were reattached to my waistband. I was lead across

several yards of soft sandy soil. A shackle chain was attached to one ankle
loop and then run up and through a loop in my waistband. The chain was then
measured for length; a stride and not one link more. Then attached to loop
of my other ankle.

I was lead through a doorway and into a cool, no, cold room. Someone took
hold of my breast and swabbed it with a cold liquid placing it on some kind
of cold metal tray.

"Remove the clamp." Thank the good Lord! Now let me tell you that the only
thing more painful than a clamp on your nipple is the rush of bodily fluids
back into the nipple. My knees buckled immediately! I felt another very
sharp stabbing pain run through my breast and then it was gone. I felt a
tugging at the nipple. It hurt as the flesh was stretched but nothing
compared to the clamps. Then I felt something hot radiating in front of me.
My mind told me that must be the welding of the chain and loops. I wept at
the image of my beautiful breast with a nipple ring and chain hanging from
them.

"Now the next one." The cold of the swab was followed by the agony of the
clamp's removal. That stabbing feeling. The radiant heat and it was done. As
I was lead along the chain swayed gently tugging softly at tender nipples
gradually regaining their feeling. Only the pain in my bowels remained...
and I had to pee!

I was led into a warm room with carpet. It felt good under my feet. I felt
much better for the moment. A wrist was released. A chain attached. By now I
knew the ritual. The chain was run through a loop in my waistband and
attached to my other wrist. I could move my arms again. And I could walk.
Then the zipper tugged open on my leather hood. Light began to flood my
eyes. It was far too bright. It made my eyes water. Tears of relief began to
flow down my cheeks. I could survive this! My sight was beginning to clear.
The images were blurry at first but in another few seconds I could see five
other women clad much the same as I. A large man in a leather mask stood in
front of us.

"This will be your only question and answer period. After this time you will
be allowed to speak only when you are spoken to. You will answer with
"Yes, Master." Or "No, Master.".. You will do everything you are told to do.
Some of you sold yourselves. Some of your mates sold you... but I bought
each of you. You belong to me for the term of your servitude; each of you
knows that term. A schedule of daily events is being given to each of you..
Learn it. We will live it. To recap the highlights:

The club opens to the members at three PM daily. We make our money in
threeways.
1- We are a Bondage and S&M club,
2- I buy, train, and sell women ofbondage,
3- I breed dogs with kennel bitches.
Each of you will be used in allthree of these areas. One of you has sold herself
to me to be trained andresold at auction. Each of you will be auctioned on the
second to last day of your stay with us. An offer of purchase will be made to the
appropriate party upon the completion of your auction. If they accept my offer you will
be sold to the bidder and will depart with him immediately. No deception or
coercion will be attempted upon your significant others. This will be simply
buying and selling of goods. If you wish to accept the offer of purchase you
may do so. Your significant other will be properly notified of the
transaction. There are a number of different rooms in the dungeon. You will
each serve in every room. The members pay to whip, chain, wax, and tie you
up, down, or any other such thing they may desire. You will comply. Many of
our members leave tips... some do not. Tips for any number of activities,
shows, or services will be collected and deposited into an account, which
you will receive upon the completion of your term with us. You will work,
clean, and service the kennels daily beginning on the third day from today.
Two days before the completion of your term with us each of you will receive
your marks of training. Upon completion of your individual terms you will be
deposited at a location that will be given to your significant other after you are
at the location.that will be given to your significant other just after you are
left."

A man began moving among us removing each of respective gags. My jaws
ached for several long seconds.

"I didn't sign up to be sold at auction! I have a life," The blond yelled. I
nodded rigorously.

"Then you had best hope that you mean more to your boy friend or husband
than the low bid of five thousand cash." She paled immediately. Apparently
she wasn't too sure about her worth to him.

"And how much does a woman of bondage normally fetch?" She spoke with a
great deal less aggression.

"The average is around ten thousand." The blond began to weep. A sum that
large might even turn Dan's eye. The reality that someone might buy me
didn't seem any too far fetched any more.

"But I have children at home," I cried out involuntarily.

"Then you had best hope that anchors you to your spouse. Good breeders
bring another three to five at auction, My Dear." I flushed at the numbers. I just
had to hope I was worth that much to Dan in ten days, or... A knot formed in
my stomach... Surely I was safe...

"What's this about shows, and services?" a woman with jet-black hair asked.

"Just what it sounds like. You will be shown upon request in any manner any
one asks. And Ladies, you be will be fucked so get used to the idea.
Remember tips are on the line." I choked. The thought of fucking someone
other than Dan had never crossed my mind.

"And what does kennel work involve?" A woman with auburn hair asked.

"I breed and train dogs in the service of wealthy women. These are usually
Labs, Danes, or Shepherds. Some of our dogs are brought to me for training.
Others are bred in house. You will clean their kennels and help in the care
of these fine animals. Each of you will be assigned a single dog to train."

"I've never trained a dog before," I spoke out, puzzled.

"Like I said I train "Breeder Dogs." You will be bred, mated with one of
these fine animals."

A gasp went through the air.

"You mean..." I choked out weakly.

"Yes. Each of you fine women will be mounted by one of our dogs daily. You
will teach him to lick your pussy upon command and to fuck you upon command.
Dogs are very possessive. You will become his bitch. The dungeon is
monitored for safety. But let me assure you that what happens there will be
painful. Remember tips are in the balance there too."

"What about these marks of completion?" a tall slender woman asked.

"You will each be branded in the soft flesh above your clit. One mark is
B/S&M of the school the other will be the price you fetched at auction. So
if you want everyone to know you're a cheap cunt you can. So fetch a price
you can be proud of! That is all the time I have for your questions. On a
closing note, a Doctor will examine your piercings, your general health, and
each orifice of service daily. Other than when the need arises you will
remain locked down exactly as you are now. So get used to it. Good day.
Enjoy your stay. We always do." And he left the room...

Several of the women began to grumble some of them very loudly. And not
without reason! Only one of the women in our little group seemed to have
truly understood what that big red "SOLD" on the computer screen had meant.

Dan and I surely had not. And I had never given any thought to what working
in a bondage club or being "SOLD" into bondage might involve. I stood in quiet
shock. I was naked in a room of strangers, in a compound that was who knows

where, bound in leathers, chains, and locks.

Several women entered the room. They were clad very much the same as I.
They walked among us replacing the ball gags. Not one of them spoke a word. I
looked directly at the woman coming towards me.

"I have to pee." I spoke softly. She smiled and nodded. She stepped next to
me and whispered.

"In a moment."

"Is all this for real," I whispered back. She winked at me and nodded her
head a quick yes. Then stepped behind me and replaced the gag.

"Ladies." A woman called from the front of the room. I looked at her. "A
Mistress will accompany you to your room. There you will be prepared for
tonight's duties. Tonight you will waitress the evening and provide
otherservices as may be requested. Remember to speak only when spoken to.
And Ladies no one says 'NO' around here."

With that we began to file out of the room behind the Head Mistress. I
followed the woman who had whispered to me. We walked down several halls
and up a number of stairs to a single room.

It was small, semi-private, with a bed, wash basin, and toilet. Clean sheets
sat folded upon the mattress. The door closed behind us. She produced a key
and unfastened the locks covering the belt buckle straps. I quickly
unfastened these. Then with a little bit of urgency I deposited the dildo
upon my mattress. It felt good to pee. Then I stood to remove the butt plug.

"Unless you've the need it is best left where it is for the day. I will hurt
to replace it for a while." My Mistress spoke softly.

"This is all so much more than my husband & I bargained for." I stood
awkwardly in front of the woman. "Is this for real?"

"Very much so." She spoke softly.

"We're sold at auction?" I strained at the thought.

Her eyes dropped to the floor. Moisture glistened in the light. "Yes. My
husband of two years accepted their offer last Sunday."

"I'm so sorry." I stammered. "But I need to know..." I trail off hesitant to
continue.

"Twelve-five. I leave day after tomorrow with my new owner. It's not that
bad really. These are generally wealthy men or women. They prefer fresh
young girls. So I'll do four or five years with this owner. Then he will
either sell me to another or set me free. In time I'll be my own woman
again. It just really hurts to have your spouse cash you in."

"Do you really train dogs... I mean like he said?"

She brightened up, "Oh, yes. And believe it or not that is the best part of
this place. I get to keep my dog too."

I could hardly believe my ears. A shudder ran through my frame at the sound
of her words.

"The dungeons are fun too, but run long before you shift is over. Some of
the Masters are better than others. I don't mind this place really. It just
broke my heart to be sold out by my husband."

"How many of the women get sold?"

"Well, there is some pretty big dollars thrown around at auction... so I'm
afraid that more than you would be comfortable knowing."

"Does everyone get sold?"

"Oh, heavens no! Just under half, usually. You had a life choice in your
group..." she paused in thought. "Probably, four or five out of you six."

I gasped.

"Not very good odds," she acknowledged.

But I just had to be one of those two... or the 'one'. Dan just had to come
through for me. But would he if he knew what I was doing here? And with all
that money... I just had to believe!

"Do they tell... what goes on here... to you know..."

"Daily e-mails are sent to the seller, including pictures. I think that's
what turns the tide so often." Her eyes teared again. "I'm sure it did for
me anyway."

Dan might see me fucking dogs, or behave wantonly with other men. My heart
sank. So I too might be sold... I had to accept that as a real possibility.

"Now for the schedule," she pointed to the paper on the bed, "mornings are
easy times. Breakfast is prompt. The Doctor is good, but, well, you'll get
used to it. And kennel work is fun."

I winced squeamishly.

"Me too at first! But you get used to it. Lunch is prompt. The early
afternoon is your time. Rest, primp, clean your room, whatever. Hygiene is
crucial. Keep yourself very clean. Report anything and everything. The real
work begins at three. Check your assignments at the door. For tonight, the
new girls waitress. And remember this always. Do not say NO. If they want to
see it, show them. If they want to touch it, give it to them. If they want
to fuck it, provide it. Disobedience will result in punishment. It's 2:30
PM. I have to go now."

She stood and retrieved the dildo. Without another word she knelt between
my legs. Her delicate touch danced across my vulva sending shudders through
my legs.
In another moment, warmth flushed at my thighs. Gently she pressed the
dildo into place redoing each of the four belt buckles. She closed the
leather flap across the buckles and relatched the locks.

"You must shave yourself daily, My Dear." She bent forward placing a small
gentle kiss on my lips. I had never kissed a woman before. I was dumb
founded. But then this whole day seemed like an episode from the twilight zone.
And with that she turned and left the room.

At ten minutes to three I left the security of my room. My nipples ached
from the swinging of the chain. My ass hurt from within. But I simply did
not dare to defy anything I was told. The utter reality of the place was
overwhelming, intimidating by existence.. After all I really was here. The
loops through my nipple were really there. I really was wearing chains and
locks. My ass and pussy really were stuffed. I was really naked in God knows
where... and as much as I wished it to be different I was going to be here
for at least ten days.

It was easy to follow the straggle of woman heading into the dungeon. Upon
entering the dungeon I was greeted by the Head Mistress. I was to do hat and
coat check duties for tonight. There was a closet room directly to my right.
A tin bucket stood near the door. It was full of clothespins. I was given a
numbered pad to check the guests upon arrival. The Head Mistress would
return every hour or so to collect the tips. She would log them in for me. I
discovered that my leather waistband had a brass number embedded in the
side that was supposed to correspond to the invoice number on my bill of sale.
Names were not to be used.

I felt very uneasy about standing at the door to greet complete strangers in
the buff. When the door creaked open the first time I looked for a place to
hide. Finding none my next instinct was to cover up. Since the leathers
about my loins seemed to provide some cover my hands reached for my
breasts.
The touch of my palms upon my newly pierced nipples sent a pain radiating
down both arms. The man looked at me and laughed.

"A newbie!" he chided. I bowed my head with embarrassment.

"Yes, Master."

"Well, take my coat silly woman."

I took his over coat from across his arm and scurried off to the closet.
When I returned with the claim stub he was holding a clothespin in each
hand.

"So these are new?" He traced a circle at the outer edge of my areolas. My
nipple reflex tightened and puckered immediately. The moving flesh also
reacted to the new piercing shooting pain through my breasts. I winced at
the touch.

"Yes, Master." And with out another word he depressed the pins and attached

one to each nipple. The pain was immediate and intense. My nipples
screamed.
My chest burned again. Tears welled up and rolled down my cheeks. He stood
in front of me placing his coat-check stub in his wallet.

"There's a fifty in it if those are still there when I get back." He waved a
fifty-dollar bill for me to see. Not for five hundred I screamed in my mind.
He walked away as my hand found it's way towards the clothespins. At the
touch of my finger to the pin a new fire burst across my ass. A telling
crack resounded in my ears. A scream exploded from my lungs as my hand
shot down to address my bottom. I could feel the welt forming on my bottom. I
sobbed heavily as I turned to find the source of such a blow. The Head
Mistress stood only a few feet away. A riding crop dancing above her
shoulders.

"You will not ever remove anything placed upon our property by any member of
this organization. When it is appropriate I will remove any items I choose
from company property. The clothespins stay put. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I did not understand." It was a painful lesson. But I would
not try the whip again if I could help it. My heart wrenched as I began to
really comprehend the big red "SOLD" stamp on the bill of sale. I did not own
my own body. For the next ten days the company owned my body and me. It was
company property! I was company property! And the both us could be resold
in ten days too...

The door opened and I quickly returned to my duties as 'coat clerk'. My
nipples became numb soon enough, and the burning in my chest resumed. But

the clothespins remained. The next man in fastened a five-dollar bill to my
left breast with another clothespin. By the time evening was upon me my
whole body was tingling with money pinned to various places. I was getting
used to the routine. It didn't seem so bad for now.

About seven PM the Head Mistress returned. She seemed pleased to find an
adequate amount of money pinned to my skin. She began removing the
clothespins. I counted the money as she collected it. I had earned nearly
$75.00 already. The nipple pins remained. As the Mistress reached to remove
them I gently held her hand away.

"Please Mistress. They're worth fifty bucks where they are." She smiled and
withdrew. This really wasn't so bad, I thought to myself. My bottom seemed
to be very uncomfortable from time to time. But I felt safe enough in my
little closet routine, for the moment at least. As Members would pass into
the inner sanctum I could hear periodic cries of pain. That concerned me
quite a bit. I knew that my time in there would come... and those cries
would be mine. But for now, this was okay.

The man handed me his coat check stub. I returned quite pleased at my own
efficiency. He stood there with his dick hanging out of his pants. I froze
dead in stride. This was out of my routine, my circle of comfort. I did not
budge.

"Well, come on woman!" he quipped. "Surely you know how to give a blow
job?"

He just had to be kidding right? Not! "Don't make me call the Mistress."

My heart sank. I fell to my knees in front of him. Maybe I'll just bite it
off for you! I thought to myself. It felt yucky in my hands. No rigidity. No
form. Just an old shriveled dick waiting its demise.

"Yes, Master." I began slithering my tongue around it. My heart filled with
anger as the salty savor passed about my mouth. I had never performed
fellatio on anyone other than Dan. I really resented having to do this. I
fought off the urge to bite down the first time he pushed his nasty cock
deeper into my mouth. He was beginning to respond to my attentions, and
that made me angrier.

"Don't you spill a single drop on my pants or I'll come back tomorrow and
whip the shit right out of you."

I gagged as he forced his nasty cock deeper into the back of my throat. I
rarely let Dan come in my mouth, and this pig was demanding - no,
threatening me. I could feel the swelling at the base of his cock. I pressed
my lips against him and prepared to allow his jism to slither down the back
of my throat. He was quick. He was a pig! And I was done. I stood up. He
zipped his fly, turned, and strode out of the door. I didn't feel cheap. How
could I? I felt used! I did not cry. I was far too angry to cry. As I turned
about the man with the fifty reappeared.

"My coat?" He passed me his coat check stub. "Nice to see you still have the
clips on."

He reached over and quickly flicked the first clothes pin from my nipple. It
felt like he was going to jerk the end off. And then came the terrible rush
of blood back into the depressed flesh. Tears burst from my eyes. My knees
buckled. My hand shot up to cover the pain. In another second he ripped the
other free. I staggered up against the wall just to keep my balance. Both
hands were gently cupped about my breasts. Sobs and tears escaped softly.

"There's another fifty in it if you'll beg me to put them back on for the
night."

His stare was just plain mean. I sagged and shook my head no. Enough was
enough. I hurt badly.

"Fine. Here's the fifty." He pinned it to the side of my breast. "Move your
hands woman."

I obliged.

"Stand tall now." His hand moved towards my breast. I withdrew.

"Please, don't, I hurt really bad."

Instantly I knew of my error. He smiled wryly and strode into the lounge. A
moment later he returned with the Head Mistress.

"You have broken two rules and must be punished."

I wept, trembling with fear.

"Come here."

I followed her to the adjacent wall where I discovered a
heretofore-unnoticed ring attached to the wall at about shoulder height.

"Face the wall."

She removed the lock that fastened my nipple chain to the collar about my
neck. She reached it over and fastened it to the wall. I stood attached to
the wall by my nipples.

"Would you administer three lashes per infraction, Master?"

And she passed the crop to the man. The first lashes fell across my bottom.
I yelped loudly and, very unfortunately jumped at the pain. The chain pulled
brutally at my nipples. Both sides burned as the next lash fell. It took all
my concentrated focus to stand still. My ass had purple welts forming. My
nipples and breasts raged in pain. I sobbed uncontrollably as the Mistress
released me from the wall.

"Stand tall, woman."

I stood as best I could. The beast was intent on replacing the pins upon my
burning nipples. I sobbed, but stood tall.

"See that these remain until the end of her shift." he instructed the
Mistress.

"Yes, Master."

They left. I cupped my burning breast in each hand and wept. I ached all
over with pain. I struggled with waves of hopelessness. I was not having fun
here. Slowly, painfully I struggled back to my coat closet. Several of the
members were waiting. I had no smile to put on my tear stained face. Any
pleasantness was burning in my ass and breasts. I got their damned coats
and wished them gone.

My first day came to an end an hour or so later. The Mistress came, removed
my tips, and the hurtful nipple pins.. Dinner was in a small cafeteria like
room. They had a good salad, soup and fish-plate. Though sitting was
unpleasant with my bottom plugged and whipped, it was good to be done with
this day. I sat and ate alone... in silence and despair. I didn't feel like
eating much. My stomach seemed to unsettle as I sat. Soon I stood and
walked to my room.

I still had my bed to make. I had to use the bathroom... and I wanted to
take a very hot bath. I starred blankly without moving. A sound from behind
startled me. It was a woman holding keys. In silence, for I truly had
nothing to say, she approached. Each lock was removed. Each leather strap &
belt was removed. Each chain, save that which had been permanently
attached to my nipples, was removed.

"Lock up is in one hour. You must clean up before I return." And without
another word she turned and left.. I later learned that some of the 'life
choice' women and a few others with weak ties that had brought low bids at
auction were retained as staff. They were treated well and seldom worked the
dungeons. I removed the plugs from my lower orifices and sat on the bed. My
gaze fell upon the tools of the day. Despair welled tears into my eyes. I
missed my family. My heart was breaking as I thought about my two kids lying
asleep in their beds. This was usually my time with Dan. We would cuddle
close and sometimes make love. And now I wasn't sure I would ever see them
again. I struggled with hopelessness. I just had to believe that Dan could
never sell me off. I sobbed.

Still weeping I made my way to the bath. The hot water felt good. I was
exhausted! The terror of this morning's abduction, the horror in the reality
of this place, and the painful discipline of the dungeon had drained me as
much as childbirth. I lay hurting and exhausted... but dared not fall
asleep. Being late for lock up was not an option I wanted to explore! I
lathered my body gently. Carefully I shaved my legs and pussy. I had never
even considered shaving my soft pubic hairs until this day. But I remembered
the advice of this morning. Soon I was glisteningly smooth... and somewhat
more relaxed. It hurt to dry my breasts. My beautiful breasts had been
viciously abused today! I held them gently in the soft towel. As I left the
bathroom I realized that I had NO clothing. I was going to be essentially
naked for the next ten days. Well, it wasn't like I was going to be able to
keep anyone or anything away or off of my body... Then I remembered the
thoughts of earlier today. It's not my body anyway. I made the bed up. I was
very tired.

The woman entered only minutes after I lay down. Sleep was already upon me.
The sound of chains started me. "What?" I protested through the sleep in my
mind.

"It is time to lock you up again." Deftly she reattached the ankle and wrist
straps. "Please stand."

I obliged wearily. She replaced the neck strap and waistband. The shackle
chains were next. Finally she removed a longer heavy chain from dresser.
This she locked to the wall adjacent to the bathroom and then to my nipple
chain. "This will keep you from trying to escape at night. And should you
damage those fine nipples in an effort to leave, they will attach it to your
pussy just as they have to your breasts." She handed me the chain. Its
weight alone could drag my chest to the floor. I could not imagine trying to
escape from this. Pain avoidance seemed the best idea. "I will wake you for
breakfast in the morning. Before you come down you must replace your plugs
and fasten your chastity belt. The locks are on the dresser. Any questions?"

"What about my family?"

"While you are here, you have nothing. You are owned."

"And tomorrow?"

"After breakfast you will be checked by the Doctor. Then you will be
introduced to your dog. You will scrub his kennel. Feed him. Walk him and
spend time with him. You will not be mated until your third day." I asked
nothing else, and she left. I lay my new shackle upon the bed beside me.
Sleep, blessed unconsciousness befell me almost instantly. The day was
done...

* * *

Dan arrived home to a very empty house. He called to his wife several times
from the kitchen. Her car was in the garage, but where was she? Maybe in the
back yard fussing in the garden. He walked out of the kitchen to find the
groceries sitting on the dining table along with several papers and another
odd bag. The bold red stamp on the bill of sale brought recognition to his
mind. The next paper confirmed his suspicions. His wife had been sold and
the property collected on this day. He was confident that she would be
returned in ten days. His lions flush with a spark of excitement just as his
heart filled with loneliness. He already missed her so much! He would have
to get the kids from the babysitters and call in a family leave to work.

Next he picked up the odd bag. Concern spread across his face as he realized
that her clothes were cut apart... must have been cut from her body. Was she
all right? He looked about the house in panic. There were no visible signs
of a struggle. Yet she would not have left the groceries just sitting on the
table. She must have been surprised and take before she got to the kitchen.
He stood at the table fumbling the article of clothing when the baggie fell
out. He looked at it puzzled for a moment. It was hair, obviously hers. But
such a small amount... short and curly... MUFF! They had shorn her snatch!
She had been attacked. Her clothes cut off her body. They had shorn her
snatch and taken their merchandise, his wife. Concern for her safety filled
his whole heart.

He raced to the computer, booted the Internet, and typed in the buyer's
address. The screen flashed the web page. He keyed the buttons.

"Hello, Dan. We have obtained our property from your address while you were
out. It will be returned to you in ten days as per our agreement." Flashed
across the screen. "To put concerns aside pictures of our property will be
posted to our site daily. You may observe the merchandise in its various
daily activities. Press any key to continue."

Dan pressed a key. The screen blinked. A dozen or so thumbnail photographs
began to appear. Dan clicked on the first. It was a very clear picture of a
woman clad in leathers and chained to an old pillage. The next showed a very
similar, possibly the same woman, walking across a dirt floor wearing a
leather hood, panty, and shackles. The next showed what seemed to be the
same woman standing in a room. The face was definitely that of his wife. She
was ball-gagged and shackled... and her nipples were pierced! A large metal
loop passed through each nipple. Each nipple appeared to be chained to a
leather collar about her neck. Dan's concerns rose. His wife had had no such
piercings. The next showed a woman, his wife with money attached about her
body with clothespins. The next, again his wife was kneeling before a man...
She appeared to be performing some sex act on him... and there seemed to be

some kind of a welt horizontally across her bottom. The next showed her
fastened to a wall by the chain through her nipples with someone whipping
her. It was definitely his wife.

He was ill, nausea swept through him. This was not what they thought they
had signed up for! And she was gone, lost to him for the next ten days. Dan
reviewed, downloaded the pictures, and signed off. He had to get the kids.
His head swam. She was all right - kind of. She was there, wherever that
was. And she would be back. He would have to hold onto that.

Dan put the groceries away before calling the babysitter. He would have to
explain her quick trip to the kids. They had planned a paper-link chain for
the kids to count the days as they passed. Dan dialed the babysitter...

DAY TWO

"Good morning. Time to get up. Breakfast in one hour."

I had not moved since sometime last night. I started to sit up slowly. My
ass hurt inside and out. The woman unlocked the chain from the wall to my
breasts. She quickly left the room. Gingerly I arose. I was still here. The
nightmare was all too real. I stood and stretch as best I could, being
shackled as I was. I walked to the bathroom. I had to relieve myself, brush
my teeth, and run a brush through my hair. My eyes were swollen and red
from the tears of last night. I allowed myself to miss my family, my kids and
Dan. I needed to love them, to find strength to hang onto in my family. Then
I closeted those emotions. There was no way I could function in this
environment with Dan and the kids on my mind. I brushed my hair slowly...

It was time to suit up long before I was ready. I looked with hatred at my
attire, chains, leathers, and plugs. I even for a fleeting moment considered
not inserting the plugs. No one would know under the leathers. Then I
remembered the Doctor's exam... and the whip from last night. I lubed the
butt plug with KY from the toiletry supplies provided. It was painful. My
anus was tender from yesterday. In a few moments though I had worked the
device into place. Next I inserted the dildo. Retrieving the strap from
behind toke more effort than the plugs. Finally I had the contraption
buckled and locked into position. It was just very uncomfortable! I felt
like I was waddling down the hall... Like I was walking with something stuck
up my ass.

The breakfast area was busy. There appeared to be about fifteen woman
dressed about the same as I. I noticed quickly enough the red eyed waddling
of the other abductees from yesterday. The others seemed no worse for wear.

There were a few welts here and there but most of the woman seemed well
enough. I took some hope in that. Either they adjusted to the attire and
life style or there was some difference between them and I. Either way
things seemed to get better in time. No one spoke. A few risky whispers here
and there. Breakfast passed... Then came the Doctor.

Women hate Doctor's visits. And with good reason mind you. This was brief
enough. He examined my piercing and gave me a salve to help with any
possible infections. A five-second look at the tissues around my bottom and
I was done. He commented on how well shaped my breasts were and how pretty
my shaved snatch was. Fairly unprofessional, but then what could some one
expect from a place like this.

I started to walk back to my room when the Mistress appeared. It was time to
do kennel duties. I followed her with great reluctance. We entered an
enclosed area where a number of animals were tended in cages.

"You may choose your mate."

The very words turned my stomach. But I fell immediately in love with the
prettiest black Lab. His eyes were bright and his coat a shiny jet black.

"This one will be just fine."

The Mistress took out a leash handing it to me.

"Follow me."

I attached the leash to his collar. He scampered out of the open door nearly
knocking me over in his vigor. We walked along a concrete path and out into
the warm sun. The Mistress showed me a large enclosed cage. The number on

the door matched the number on my waistband.

"You are in charge of this area. You will feed and water him daily. Every
morning you will walk him and have exercise/play time. You will bathe and
groom him weekly. He must be trained to lick your pussy upon command, and
to fuck only with permission. You will learn to give him hand and oral sex
before you leave. Your progress will be monitored. A lack of progress will
get you severely punished. Any questions?"

"When does this begin?"

"Now. You will be mated tomorrow morning under supervision. Tomorrow
afternoon you will mate by yourselves. The training will proceed from there,
as you desire. You progress will be monitored. Now and until lunch you are
free to bond with each other." She snickered. "The honeymoon is today."

I knelt to scratch his ears. "Well, I guess we better get to know each
other. I don't want to sleep with a complete stranger."

He jumped up knocking me back upon my bottom. I corrected him before we
strode off into the play area.

"Ever fetch a stick?" I bent down to fling a stick. That's when I saw one of
the other women being mounted by her Great Dane. He was very large. She
guided him right into herself. He pummeled away. I stood mesmerized. After
several minutes she was coming and screaming praises to her dog. My pussy
flushed wantonly... and embarrassed me. Then she was knotted, tied to the
beast. He was so big he drug her about rather easily. Mine was not so large
but I could see that I was no match strength-wise either. Well, we'll see
what we see tomorrow. I tossed the bone. He fetched it back rather quickly.
Then we played keep away... which he won.

Lunch came and went. I played with my dog. Then groomed him shiny again. It
was time to work the dungeon again. I feared this place. Dread filled my
mind as I walked to the door. Tonight I was simply waitressing the lounge. A
few blowjobs and hours later I had dinner and went to bed. Day two passed
without a single lash. I was tired, but okay. I missed Dan and the kids
terribly. Sleep came more easily...

***

Dan called his wife's work and explained the family emergency. His wife had
flown out suddenly yesterday. He had gotten busy and forgotten to call. He
was sorry and she should be back in ten days or so. He and the kids had hung
the paper-chain next to the refrigerator. This morning they had taken the
first link off... nine days remained. Dan was off to work with the kids
in-tow. He would check the web sight when he got home.

Sure enough there were another dozen or so pictures of his wife. One showed
her sitting at a table apparently eating. Another, frolicking in the sun
with a beautiful black Lab. Then she seemed to be waiting tables with a
bunch of people in leather bondage garb, but then that is exactly what the
two of them had thought they were selling her into. She seemed to be well
enough. There were another few pictures of her performing oral sex on some
of the patrons. This hurt and angered Dan to some degree... and turned him
on just a bit too. He was jealous. They had never been apart in ten years.
Though Dan knew that his wife had been with other partners before their marriage,
they had both been faithful since that first date over tens years ago.
Yet, he reasoned you couldn't be in a sexually oriented compound
without sex being involved. So he would just have to deal with it. She wore
the same attire in every photo. She looked good. He reviewed the pictures
for an hour. He missed his wife very much.

DAY THREE

I lingered at breakfast contemplating my fates for the day. Yesterday had
passed quietly without pain or incident. And though I longed to be home I
was not terrified today. Funny thing though, as I contemplated this day with
a great deal of trepidation, I found myself lacking the despair, terror, and
confusion of that first nightmarish day. My body still ached, but even that
was feeling better. I knew that at sometime this morning I would be mated
with my knew Lab and that tonight I had to work one of the dungeon rooms,
one day on with one day off until I left. The images and thoughts were
enough to cause considerable anxiety, but not the panic of two days ago.

The Doctors visit went without much to do. My nipples were healing up just
fine, my bottom becoming accustomed to its environment. I was released to
the kennels. This brought a wave of anxiety sweeping over me. I knew it was
entirely unavoidable and had made my peace with its inevitability... but
when no one was at the kennel. I felt such a great relief.

The Lab was happy to see me. I scratched his ears and tummy. I cleaned up
his kennel pen, got him fresh clean water and food, and sat to curry him.
That didn't seem to appease him much. He wanted to play. So I attached the
leash and escorted him to the play yard. I saw the Mistress waiting as we
approached the play yard.

"I guess you get another kind of play this morning, Bud." I spoke softly
bending down to scratch his ears.

"Follow me." The Mistress spoke flatly. I wanted to scream at her, not for
what she was about to do but for the complete stoic manner in which she
approached the thing. I at least had some emotions about it. As I struggled
with my emotions we entered an out-building. It reminded me of stables. I
could see two men at the far end struggling with one of the woman that had
arrived with me, the blond. She was cursing, refusing to be fucked by some
damned dog. I ached for her foolishness. It was going to happen, period. And
now she would get the lash for her efforts. She disappeared into a room at
the far end. Then there was silence. I followed behind the Head Mistress in
silence.

The Mistress stopped in front of a room. I entered. It was small like a
prison cell. A concrete floor with a drain. And a small leather couch/cot
raised and curled at one end. A sink hung from the wall across from the
couch. My leather panty buckles were unlocked and removed. I removed the
dildo from my twat. The butt plug remained. I lay down on my stomach with
my
hips over the curled end of the couch, as I was instructed by the Head
Mistress. My bottom raised above my torso in the air. My ankle shackles
fastened and locked to the floor. My nipple chain fastened to the wall in
front of me.

"Do you need the ball-gag?" the Mistress asked.

"No, Mistress." With that she removed the dog's leash and stepped outside.

"Come here, Bud. Fuck Mommy. Come here, Bud."

He came up and slurped my face. I scratched his ears. Then gently pressed
his head back toward my waist. With a little effort and guidance from the
Head Mistress he soon found my sex. His cold nose bolted me. His tongue
began to slide across my pussy lips and over my anus. The next pass parted
my labia. Tears filled my closed eyes. I turned my head to the wall. I felt
disgusted with myself. It felt too good. I hated what was happening to my
body, and worse the way it was responding. Bud's paws scratched my back when
he mounted me. His cock felt hot against my wet wanton flesh. I reached my
first orgasm just as Bud's cock found its mark. It was all an orgasmic blur
from there until I felt his knot for the first time. It filled me, pressured
me, and orgasmed me out of my mind. Then there was the hot jism spraying
deep inside... and we were tied, mated. I was surprised at the stimulation I
got from being tied. I decided I would have to hate myself later this just
felt too good to ruin. I was hooked. In that instant I knew some part of me
would be a 'Bitch' for the rest of my life. I was a gooey mess! The Mistress
returned after Bud slipped free. I was released from my restraints and given
a cloth to clean up at the sink. Bud was right there beside me with a silly
grin, his tail wagging. I scratched his ears.

"Yeah. Me too!" I cooed at him.

"These will be returned to your room." The Mistress held up my panty strap
and dildo. "You will wear them to the dungeons and at meals."

"Yes, Mistress." She left. I hooked Bud up to his leash and strode onto the
play yard. I still had many issues to resolve. I found the concept of mating
with strangers disturbing. Then somewhere way past that was mating with this
dog. I knew that I had NO choice in these matters at the moment, and could
excuse my behaviors as survival. The problem was that I really was enjoying
some of these things... and I had enjoyed Bud way too much. There was Dan to
consider too. He would have some reaction to all of these things. And I had
to hope in the depths of my heart that his reaction would not be one of
disgust... and eventually accept my sale at auction. I took Bud out to play.

After lunch I took Bud back to the "couch barn" for another good fucking. I
found myself quivering with lustful anticipation as he mounted me. My
orgasms were exhausting. I returned Bud to the kennel to prepare for
tonight's work. He was happy. I was an exhausted bundle of confusion.

Frankly I was very scared about tonight. I was to actually work in one of
the dungeon rooms. Women were assigned to a room where particular events
took place. As I had only waited tables, drinks, and coats I had no real
knowledge of what to expect - except pain. I was instructed to leave my
leather panty and plug in my room. I was instructed to bring my leather hood
and ball-gag. I arrived on time... frankly I just didn't dare to be late. I
had seen the bruises from the riding crop both on my bottom and on several
other women's flesh. I was in the candle room.

There were several large wooden structures in the room about the walls.
These were in the shape of an X with a small bench seat just below center.
In the center of the room was an inclined bench with arms at either end. The
Mistress entered just behind me. I didn't like her. She represented
unacceptable behaviors... and pain.

"Come here woman." She pointed to one of the 'X'.

"Yes, Mistress." I stood before her. She slipped a stool in front of the
bench.

"Sit."

I could barely get myself upon it was so small. She immediately fastened the
metal loop of my wrist cuffs to each side of the 'X'. I hung mostly by my
arms, barely able to sit. My legs were spread apart and fastened by the
ankles to opposite side of the 'X'. Another woman walked in. She walked to
the other wooden 'X' and waited. The Mistress walked to the other woman. We

were soon both "seated" and the Mistress left. We sat for what seemed like
forever before one of the male Masters came in.

"Very good! The newbie." It was the brute that had so brutalized my nipples
that first day. I shuddered in panic. I was in trouble tonight!

He uncuffed me and helped me down. My legs wobbled as he lay me out upon
the table. My arms straight out from my sides... my legs spread as far out from
my sides as he could without pulling one of them from its socket.

"Have you ever felt the sting of hot wax?" he asked as he returned from the
cupboard. He was fussing over a fondue like pot.

"No, Master."

"Ever hot waxed your legs?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well, this will be much worse... fell free to express yourself." And with
that he lit a tall dinner candle. The flame rose, then flickered as it set
into a steady burn. My eyes were wide as he turned the candle about. A bead
of wax fell. I watched it like a slow motion film till it hit my tummy. The
hotness really didn't get through the surprise as a stinging sensation shot
through my tummy. Then another and another... It was hot! It hurt... but I
held my tongue. I thought it might do better if I took away his pleasure in
my pain. He trailed dribbles of wax up my tummy and over to my breast. I
could not fight off the pain in my breast as he dribbled circles about each
breast. I screamed and begged. To no avail, as I knew it was the painful
cries he sought. I sobbed as quietly as possible as he approached my head.

"Open your mouth woman." I did as I was told. He placed the lit dinner
candle in my mouth.

"Hold it still and most of the wax will burn off. Move it and it will
spill." A droplet fell upon my tongue. I could not scream in pain. I dare
not move. I closed my lips around the base and waited. He walked to the
bottom of the table. "I have wanted to take you since that first day." And
he proceeded to fuck my pussy. His constant jiggling of the table did not
allow me to keep the candle very still. Within minutes my mouth, chin, and
cheeks were covered with wax.

When he was finished he brought a plug on a four-foot pole to the table. He
placed this into my cum-stained twat and tied the end solidly between my
knees. He removed the candle from my lips lowering my head almost to the
floor.

"Please, Master don't hurt me." I begged knowing that that was exactly what
he wanted me to do, beg for his non-existent mercies. It was purely
involuntary, but I just had to do something. I was scared to death of this
man. He took the small fondue type pot in his hand.

"Now, this will really hurt." He began to pour a slight but steady stream of
liquid paraffin wax directly on to my plugged pussy. I let out a scream that
would curl paint from the walls. Burning pain raged from every nerve ending.
The tendered sensitive areas of the inner thigh, my labia, and ass were
covered in scalding wax. I nearly passed out... my eyes squeezed tightly
shut.

"Have a good nap?" He was till there. I was still here. But my pussy didn't
burn like normal burned flesh. In fact I could not feel fire in any of the
waxed areas. I was puzzled. Wax still coated my facial areas so I knew that
I hadn't dreamed this whole thing up. He sat the table up to the horizontal
again. With the fondue pot wax he scalded my navel then each breast. He
replaced the candle in my mouth and lit a large hurricane candle. This he
began to dribble/pour over the whole of my body. It hurt! I was brightly
conscious of each fiery speck Unfortunately this did not take all night. He
released me and reattached me to my 'X' chair. Two other men had come in
and were busy working their painful play upon the other woman. I waited and
watched. As it turned out I was waxed twice more before the evening was
done. I WAS TIRED AND I HURT! The night was too long for fun! I barely
though about Dan and the kids as exhaustion over came me in my room.

* * *

Dan missed his wife more with each passing day. He ached for her to be home.

He fixed dinner for the kids. He found a respite in the time he spent with
his kids. It helped anchor himself... and re-enforced the notion that she
would be home soon enough. He really missed her.

Dan's mouth gapped at the sight of his wife being fucked by this big black
Lab. As he gaped at the computer screen he realized that she was chained
over the end of the couch. But... He was stunned. Then she was tied to it.
His stomach twisted. His anger rose at what they were doing to his wife. No
one had said anything about this to either of them. In the next picture she
sat chained to an 'X'. Then some man was fucking her while she was tied to a
table. And she was screaming as wax had been poured about her genitals.
She was in obvious pain. Her body covered in wax.

Dan was steaming mad. He fired an angry e-mail to the address. He waited...
nothing. He was angry at himself, and at this place! He hurt for his wife.
He wanted to rescue her. But nothing returned in the e-mail.

DAY FOUR

I was surprised that the wax had left no blisters. It had seemed so burning
hot upon my skin. I shaved my body smooth. Then filled my bottom with its
plugs and set off to breakfast. I was off today. I had my time with Bud.
Then it was recovery day. The day after working a dungeon room was for
recovery. I worked in the lounge, kitchen or laundry, etc. but it was my day
off. I needed it too. Emotionally I was spent. My body was tired. I found
myself trying to wish Bud away. I didn't want to deal with anything. And
though 'doing Bud' felt good enough the 'thought' of doing Bud was quite
another matter. I walked to the kennel slowly. It was not what I wanted to
do today! But then that really didn't matter much to the situation. Bud was
glad to see me...

Dan was fixated with the pictures. There was nothing but his wife frolicking
with this black Lab, and him fucking her. He was mesmerized... but relieved
that she was in no particular pain today.

DAY FIVE

The routine was pretty much set in place by now. I was just counting the
days off. Today I was half way done.

"You must teach Bud to lick and not just to fuck." The voice of the Mistress
brought me back to this bizarre reality.

"Yes, Mistress. Today." What the hell did I care! So I will teach him to
lick my pussy - Then he can fuck me... I was passed giving a crap about what
they did to me. I couldn't do anything about it anyway!

It was dungeon day again. I drew duty at the torture room. I felt dread fill
me. The idea of torture felt over powering. And so far nothing that had
happened to me was less than extreme. I knew I would be hurt tonight. That
just scared me!

I walked to the room and awaited the mistress. There was the familiar wooden
'X' frames around the room. Soon enough I was seated, chained to the frames,

and awaiting someone to inflict pain. That did not take long. It never did.
The masters either began or terminated their abuse with a fucking. I had
been fucked more in the past five days than I had been in the past five
months! I had sucked more cocks in five days than I had in the past five
years. This one waited...

"Ever ridden a horse?"

"Yes, Master." I answered, remembering the large animals of my youth.

"Good. Then you'll recognize the rhythm." He tied my arms behind my back
from the wrists to the elbows. I stood in silence. He presented at sawhorse
with a smooth pointed top edge.

"This is your mount tonight. Mount up."

I stepped over the center. He adjusted the leg height until it was pressing
firm into my pubic bone. Then he strapped my ankles to the legs of the
sawhorse. He positioned another woman about four feet in front of me. Her
eyes open wide in panic as the centerboard pressed into her labia. Another
Master showed up. He began looping a rope around my tits. With each loop it
pulled tighter. Within several long minutes the other woman and I sat facing
each other with our breasts bound up in ropes. I could see her breasts
taking on a purplish hue. From the burning my breasts I was sure I appeared
the same. I stood. Sitting upon the pointed board was uncomfortable though I
knew that all too soon that is where I would be. In another few minutes the
tag end of both ropes were fed through a pulley system suspended from the
ceiling. I looked up and began to worry. One of the men clipped a chain on
to my nipple chain and the to the other woman's nipple chain. Any tugging by
one or the other or both of us would pull hard upon both of our nipple
piercings. She began to whimper. I felt a knot at the bottom of my stomach.
Then each Master took the end of a clamp attached to a short length of rope.
I began to tremble as he fumbled around my labia. I trembled in fear as he
attached the clamp to my clit. I yelp at the instant and intense pain that
shot through my loins and thighs. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. The
other woman startled me as she cursed and screamed in pain. I felt a
tugging, lifting, pulling upon my breasts. The burning in my groin had
completely distracted me. I was being hoisted from the ground by the rope
around my breasts. I was terrified as my toes cleared the ground. I caught
the look in the eyes of the other woman. She began to thrash.

" Oh, God, NO!" I could barely utter the sound as I began to feel the pain
of her thrashing about. It ripped at my nipples and shot fire through my
pussy.

"NO!" I screamed! "Hold still!"

Somehow she began to coordinate the pain and her thrashing about. Slowly
she
began to calm down. Tears flowed freely. Relief was replaced by simple pain
as we both hung several inches from the ground. I felt myself begin to
lower. The ground touched my toes, then the balls of my feet. I could only
just support the weight of my body from hanging by my breasts. I stopped. My
breasts ached. My nipples hurt. My clit was on fire. My head spinning with
confusion and pain. I watched as the other woman was lowered just as I had
been.

I felt the weight of my own body upon my toes. My feet hurt. My toes began
to tire. I could relieve the pressure and pain of my breasts only by
standing on my tiptoes. I sagged slightly to relieve the stress in my feet.
I literally hung by my tits! The stress and pain in my chest was worse than
that in my feet. I rested very briefly. Then struggled to my tiptoes.

I watched as they adjusted the centerboard more upward, deeper into and
against the other woman's twat. I was next. At first I assumed that this
would aide in resting my feet and/or the hanging by my breasts. I was so
wrong. The board was only uncomfortable at first... Then after time I
discovered that its edges were much worse than the pain of hanging. So I
stood.

Whack! I watched in utter horror as a small crop crashed against her bottom.
She screamed in pain. Her immediate response was purely a reflex. She jumped
away. She flung her hips forward. Her torso pulled back. My nipples scream
as the chain pulled abusively. She crashed her twat hard upon the board. As
she struggled to her toes she pulled hard on the clamps connecting our
clits. Damn her! I knew she was in pain... but God how she was hurting me! I
also knew that I was next.

Whack! I staggered but vowed to hold my balance. Whack! I staggered again.
I
screamed in pain. I fell hard upon the board. Its edges bit deep into my
twat. I cried. I struggled to hold my own.

Whack! She screamed and jumped again. My nipples raged. My clit burned.
Damn her! Whack! Damn her! I screamed in pain and sat down hard. With another
few lashes my pussy hurt more on the board than my tits did from the hanging.
She passed out momentarily.

The terror, the pain, the very lashes themselves removed the ability from my
legs to support my body. That's when I began to ride their horse. Up, and my
legs cramped painfully. Down, and I hung by my tits forcing the smooth
pointed edge of their horse into the tender delicate flesh of my twat. The
pain immediately forcing me to my aching feet... And so on. I literally beat
up my own pussy on their horse. When the other woman recovered she too began
her ride. She... I... We pleaded and begged. It seemed to go on for hours
though I'm sure it was much less. In the end my feet simply would not
support me any longer. As painful as it was I simply collapsed upon the
'horse', hanging there by my tits, exhausted and in pain. After several
minutes of stillness the Masters released me.

"One hour - ten." The one Master spoke cheerfully. "That's the longest ride
this month. She's some kind of a Mare. Bet I could make some money with this
one."

"So you going to bid on her?"

"I might. She could pay for herself in six months. Then she's all profit!"
Good Lord NO, I screamed through the fuzzy pain in my head. Surely I won't
have to endure this just to turn a profit! I could barely move as they
strapped me to the table. His cock parted my battered pussy. I cried, simple
sobs of defeat and pain.

The Doctor examined both of us after we were released from their horse ride.
Neither of us had sustained any real damage. My pussy was red, inflamed
from
the battery. But I was not done for the night. I was simply hung from my 'X'
seat. The next Master was none the better.

I remained seated in my 'X' frame. I was strapped in tightly. I was gagged
for silence. He extracted a long hatpin from an alcohol vile. This, he
proceed to press against the outside of my breast. It was sharp. It pricked
painfully. My eyes bulged wide as I watched an indentation form at the apex.
Then I felt the pressure lightened, the indentation slackened. The hatpin
began to disappear inside my breast. It burned as it passed through the
flesh. I felt a prick against the opposite side of my breast. I could see a
tent pole effect expanding with the pressure. A tip of steel began to
protrude from the inside. A trickle of blood escaped the edges of the steel
pin. He extracted another hatpin and began at the bottom of my breast.
Within several minutes three or four pins protrude from each breast.

Another Master began where he had ended. Clothes pins! He began just above
my knee on the inside of my thigh. One, then another, then another, less
that 1/2 inch apart they were attached... upward toward my tender, bruised
vulva. And soon the vulva, labia, clit, and the opposite thigh were lined
with pins. The pain was replaced by a continuous burning piercing my navel,
expanding upwards through every muscle of my body.

And yet another Master began to press 11/2 inch pins against the flesh of my
breast, much the same as with the hatpins. Only these failed to find the
other side. Tiny steel lances pieced my flesh, a dozen or more per side. My
body ached, wracked with pain and burning sensations. I wept in silence, my
eyes closed. I refused to watch what was happening to my body. I was these
three men's pincushion. And for a final touch he pressed the last two down
through the center of my nipple. The nipple fiber is hard. He pressed hard.
The point of the first lance hit the piercing ring. A wiggle and it slipped
to the side. My breasts hurt! My pussy hurt! They left!

The three Masters returned some time later. I was still hanging on the 'X'
seat tending to their needles and pins. Another man followed carrying a
small medical type bag. I watched as they pointed to my midsection and
talked amongst themselves. One of the Masters stepped forward and began
to
remove the clothespins. Only a few about my labia remained. Then the new
Master opened his bag to set up shop. My eyes bulged again. I shook my head
no and yelled through the ball-gag. He looked at me and smiled wryly. He was
the piercing man. In the next thirty minutes or so I was neatly fitted with
two labia rings, one per side, and a navel ring. Great! Just fucking great!
I watched as the mad-pinner removed his little lances, and the creep with
the hatpins tugged his free. My breasts were swabbed with alcohol. I
screamed in anger more than pain.

Soon after they were done the Doctor came in. My new piercings were
examined. My breasts were examined. I was released and sent to my room. I
was done for the evening. I was furious! I stormed back to my room. I
examined my body in the mirror. It was still in very good condition. My
breasts had a few specks from the pinpricks; a tiny bruise was forming from
one of the hatpins. These fucking hurt to touch! But really did not look
bad. My navel ring had a tiny red stone at the center. Frankly I think it
looks pretty good. But what pissed me off were the labia rings. I wasn't
sure how they would work with my sex life. But then I suppose I would find
out here all too soon. I showered and got ready for bed. My Mistress
appeared to chain me to the wall for the night.

* * *

Dan went straight to the computer. He had a woody even before he sat down.
He blushed a bit from simply being embarrassed at his reactions. But then
this was his wife he was going to be watching in all these sexually explicit
pictures. And that really turned him on. It really wasn't like he was
surfing the porn of the Internet.

The first several were of her with her Lab. She was playing with him in the
yard. She was stroking the sheath around his dick. He was fucking her. Dan's
dick was hard as stone.

The next set was of the dungeon. These were the ones that tormented him the
most. He really liked seeing her get sucked, fucked, and abused... but he
felt really conflicted because he loved his wife and really hated to see her
being abused in this manner. Problem was that it turned him on.

The sawhorse was a puzzle. Without real time action it was impossible for
Dan to appreciate the nature of her 'Ride'. But he could see her literally
hanging by her tits! And then attached to the other woman at the nipple and
twat! He could appreciate the crop landing upon their flesh. And the
screaming at the tension in the nipple and clit lines. And he could fully
appreciate the cock disappearing into her swollen twat!

The whole needle-pin thing found him a bit queasy. The needles and pins
protruding from her flesh really didn't turn on Dan. He was much more
concern about her safety. But then the labia piercing? What a turn on! He
nearly came in his pants. And the navel jewel was just down right sexy. He
turned the computer screen off. It was late... and Dan needed to find some
release from his sexual tensions.

DAY SIX

I was sore when I awoke. My breasts ached. My pussy just plain hurt. The
night chain had not been used last night. I arose and staggered to the
shower. The warm water felt good upon my back. There was still a faint trace
of the lash upon my firm thighs and calves. The water colliding with the
flesh of my breasts hurt. There were only very slight pin spots. The hatpins
had left a small round bruise. I lathered them gently. My pussy just plain
hurt from the pummeling of the horse ride... and the piercing too! I stepped
out and patted my body dry. I stood in front of the mirror for several long
minutes inspecting and admiring.

I looked good, sexy, no; I looked great. I liked the shiny chain that swayed
from the firm protruding nipples. The red of the navel jewel flashed in the
light of the room. And as I turned about the labia ring clinked together. My
pussy was smooth glistening in the light. A reflection of light sparkle off
of the rings between my legs. I liked the picture before me. But I did hurt.

"Yeah, girl!" I complimented myself out loud.

I found myself relieved at the prospect of the day off. The dungeons seemed
to wear long. But then I kind of like all the sucking, fucking, and intense
sexual sensations I found there too. It was just a bit over whelming at the
same time.

Carefully I dressed for breakfast. I was considerable more tender than I had
been since the first day I arrived. I sat gingerly, quietly, and ate.

The Doctor was next. He took his time examining me. And his exam of the
labia rings was more than borderline finger banging. I flushed warm at his
examination. I was embarrassed by the moisture I knew he sensed. He
continued until I had a small discrete orgasm.

"You'll need to keep these piercings very clean for the next several weeks.
Wash every time you visit the kennel and after every shift."

"Yes, Master." I carefully replaced my things and left to get Bud. I had
changed a lot in the passed week.

* * *

Dan too was getting the feel for things. One day on, one day off. He did not
expect too much from the computer screen tonight. But then he could at least
SEE his wife. He missed her very much. She did not seem any worse for wear.
She looked happy as she played with her Lab in the yard. They mated. Dan
smiled and closed the computer for the evening.

DAY SEVEN

Today was dungeon day. I felt a sense of dread. Even though it was fun, it
was always much more than I really wanted. Kind of like a cup of ice cream
v. two gallons of ice cream. That kind of too much! I cleaned up, shaved my
twat smooth, and diddled my labia rings. A smile curled along my lips. The
rings were not as sore as they were yesterday.

I dressed and went to breakfast. The Doc gave me a clean bill of health. I
felt alive today! It was fun to play with Bud. He was learning the commands
quite well. I was just enjoying myself. Lunch and more time with Bud. Then
it was time for the dungeon.

I was to be in the whips, ropes, and chains. Well, now, that could only be as
tough as the pins and needles, right? As it turned out it was nowhere near as
difficult. It was almost easy. I am fairly flexible still. So the ropes
and bindings really only stretched the limits of my flexibility. I was tied
this way and that. One foot up, one foot down. My tits were lassoed and a
rope pulled tightly through the crack in my bottom and up my twat. I was
tied and hung by my tits. But too late, been there done that, so I knew I
would survive.

I was fucked twice and had one Mistress sit upon my face until I satisfied
her. Not been there nor done that. Though it was my first pussy it really
wasn't that bad... and I was good. She was screaming with pleasure in only a
minute or two. Then I bit her clit for fun! She yelped and returned the
favor. Actually this was a fun night.

Then the whipping began. I hated the whips. For a week I had done everything
anyone asked just to avoid the whips. They hurt! And I hated it! This was
from a Mistress. She knew the female body! I was suspended upside down from
the 'X' seats. She began with a short length of rubber tubing across my
bottom. Gently but stinging lashes progressing down each thigh. My skin was
a tingle with a stinging sensation. Next she began just below the knee
lashing out more firmly towards my upper thigh. By the time she reached my
tender twat she was approaching a full swing. Each lash brought a scream of
agony. It no longer tingled of stinging. It stung in pain. Then there were
two full swinging lashes directly across my pussy. I howled in pain, tears
streaming down my face. She paused for a few minutes. I regained my
composure. She returned from the lounge only to begin on the other thigh. I
begged and pleaded. She cooed and laughed, and flogged my tender thighs. She
left me hanging upside down after a full minute of pussy whipping. I sobbed
until I could barely remain conscious.

Then she returned with a cream, salve, or lotion of some sort. She began to
caress, oil, and massage the striped flesh. In a few minutes I was writhing
in ecstasy to her tender touch. She retrieved a vibrating dildo and began to
address my wanton pussy. She was gentle, methodic, tender... I came slowly
to a very powerful orgasm. She was relentless. I came three times before she
released me to an upright position. Then we kissed long and passionate while

she fingered my twat. I cupped her tits and squeezed them through her
leather halter-top. They were large, firm. She laid herself down on the
bench and beseeched me to her pussy. I obliged. She came almost violently. I
was ecstatic at her pleasure. It was sad to see the night end...

* * *

Dan was a stone statue as he starred at the pictures for the day. He thumbed
through the pics. He had seen the Lab so many times that he just scanned
them through barely evening noticing them at all. He studied the knots that
suspended her from the ceiling, chuckled at her standing on one foot. His
dick nearly exploded as she was fucked the second time. He saved to his
'Special File' the one where she was hoisted from the ground by her tits.

He froze stone solid at the woman seated upon her face. He perused the
whipping and saved a pussy lash or two. Then he stopped and stared at his
wife's attention to this Mistress. His heart stopped cold as his trembling
fingers barely fingered the keyboard. His dick exploded in his pants
instantly merging reality and fantasy. He was embarrassed! SAVE! Save!
Save.... He was going nuts without her home!

AUCTION DAY - 8

Today was auction day for several other women, as well as myself. One of the
women that had arrived with me was already at auction. She sold for
$19,550.00. Another was a 'Life Choice'. And three more had been there for
several weeks before I got there. The next up was the 'Life Choice'. It 's
auction lasted about an hour. She sold at $21,225.00. There was some really
big money being tossed around today. My stomach knotted and twisted as the

Mistress reach for me.

I was led to a stage, and chained to the floor by my ankles. I looked out
into a darkened room. No one was there. How can they have an auction with
no one there to bid? I looked at a small camera. Several spotlights illuminated
the stage. I squinted and looked about the room. I could see two more
cameras. At the far end of the room was an LED billboard. Posted was my
invoice number. I had come to recognize it. I stood staring at the camera in
front of me. It pivoted. The lens protruded and readjusted. My eyes were
adjusting to the spotlights so I could see slightly better now.

The billboard flickered, $8000.00 appeared next to my invoice number. My
heart pounded in my chest. Some small fragment of misguided prided wanted
to see an outrageously large number... but I knew how utterly imperative it was
to have a reasonably small figure. No need to tempt the fates or Dan!
$8500.00. I knew that at least one Master would bid on me for his 'horse
races'. I feared him most because for him I was not a pleasurable possession
but a profitable purchase, and as such he would recover his price at my
expense. $9000.00... $9500.00... $11,000.00... $13,500.00.

My hands were cold and clammy. I was sweating large beads of sweat. My
skin was cold. My knees felt weak. My throat was parched this was not good, not
good at all! There was just too much money being bid. I feared for myself.
My mind yearned for my kids. My heart cried for faith in Dan.

The billboard had not changed from an even $16,000.00 in almost a full
minute. I heard someone behind me. Several of the Mistresses were dragging
a kennel couch toward me. The Head Mistress appeared from the dark.

"Remove the chastity belt and your plugs."

She unlocked the locks. I unbuckled and slipped the various leathers and
toys from my body. I felt more than just naked. After a week my body felt
empty from inside. My navel jewel glowed red in the light. My labia rings
glimmered. And though I was alone again I knew I was on display. Though I
wished for some particle of modesty I knew how utterly trite the very effort
was. I stood tall... and very still. I could hear cameras move, lenses focus
and refocus. The billboard flickered. My heart sank as it displayed
$17,000.00. Dan would have a very difficult time with these numbers. My
trust began to falter. $18,500.00 it paused again. I remembered the words of
the Master from the horse ride... I could earn that much back in six months.
Then I heard to scratching pads of Bud's paws coming across the stage floor.
My heart sank deeper.

I knew what was expected of me. I scratched Bud's ears. He was very happy to
see me. We had not yet been together today. I had thought that this was due
to the auction. But I was wrong. It was for the purpose of the auction. I
bent over the couch for comfort. Bud sat awaiting my call. I gave the
command to lick as I patted my bottom. He approached giddily. His tongue
felt good as it snaked along my twat. After my first orgasm I gave another
command. Bud mounted me from behind. I looked at the billboard another
number had appeared below mine, $1200.00. My heart raced as Bud's paws
found my back, then slipped down to my hips. $19,000.00... $19,500.00...
$19,750.00. Bud thrust several times before finding my twat. I closed my eyes.
I was a goner. Dan would never hold out at over twenty. I had who knows how
many people watching me get fucked by this big black Lab. I was filled with
despair... Fuck It! I hunkered down to put on a show. I really got into
Bud's fucking and I let everyone know! If I was going to be bought then
someone was damned well going to pay a bundle. As Bud finished I reached
between my legs and found my clit. In moments I exploded into another
quivering orgasm. I could feel Bud turn his bottom to me. I turned to the
camera. I licked my lips with a dry tongue while fondling my visible breast.
The billboard fluttered to $25,750.00... $26,000.00...$26,250.00... Then
paused... and finally stopped at $26,550.00. Bud was at $1750.00. I waited
and watched... A large red "SOLD" flashed across the screen. I had been sold!
Bud was gone too. I knew that Dan could never pass up those dollars. My
heart sank. I began to cry. I would not see my husband and kids again for a
long time. I could not hate Dan. I was just heart broken.

The Head Mistress came and removed my shackles from the floor.

"Follow me."

I swiped my tears dry. She handed me a towel to clean up with. I obliged and
staggered after her. We entered a room just off the stage. This was where I
had been shackled and pierced just over a week ago.

"Well, Missy we don't see too many with a sales price like this. Lay down,
please."

The Doctor walked in as I lay there. I could feel cum oozing from my twat. I
really didn't care though. The head mistress began to strap my arms, legs,
and torso down tightly. What now? I couldn't move an inch. Breathing was a
little difficult. The man stroked his hand gently across my pubic mound. I
lifted my head to see what he was up to. Oh, God! I wished I hadn't looked.

The rod glowed red. Then it darkened to black. It smoked slightly. I could
feel the heat radiate from it when it was still several inches from my skin.
It seared deep into my flesh! My skin raged in burning pain... then
nothing... then only a burning aching. I felt two more red hot rods leave
their mark before I passed out. I had forgotten about being branded with the
company marks and sales price!

I awoke in my room. Salve attended the pain upon my mound. A Mistress
attended my needs. I hurt!

"Hold as still as you can. It will clear up substantially in the next day or
two."

I lay quietly.

"Can I have a glass of water?"

She stood to fetch it for me.

"How much was it? I have heard rumors... and the price will not be clear for
a week or so."

"$26,550.00. I think."

I struggled up right to sip my water.

"Wow. I was less than half that. And your husband has refused to settle...
you must be something real special."

"What? What was that about my husband?"

"He has refused to settle. Or at least that's the talk. But then they've got
till two more days to talk him into it."

My heart jumped at the news. Dan had held out for me! I was not someone
else's property. I was Dan's wife... and a mother to my kids. I began to sob
with the joy of the news. This was the first real hope I had in the past
week that I would soon be back home.

DAY NINE

I hurt from the branding iron. Bud was gone. I was a bit at odd ends. I
paced about then got ready for breakfast. Today was my last day by my count.
That at least was something to take heart in. I was still very worried about
Dan and the money.

"There will be some new arrivals this afternoon. You will be helping." The
voice of the Head Mistress startled me. I had not noticed her standing at
the doorway.

"Yes, Mistress."

"You'll be working the lounge tonight. We are negotiating with your husband
over a final price. You've been a good investment."

"Has he agreed to the sale?" I was stunned.

"Not yet, but we are still confident." She turned and left. I felt like
someone had knocked the air right out of my chest. Surely Dan wouldn't sell
me off!

I went to breakfast. I had no appetite. I diddled and finally gave it up. I
wandered about until I found myself at the laundry. I busied my self there.
At least it was something to do...

After lunch I returned to my room. The newbies began arriving during the
early afternoon. Seldom did they receive more that eight at any given time.
Today six arrived, one at a time. I reflected on the terror of my
abduction... and that first day. It was horrifying, and painful. The Head
Mistress assembled one Mistress for each newbie at the receiving room. We
waited in silence. After fifteen minutes or so we were directed to the
newbies. I found one that appeared particularly frightened and removed her
gag. She sputtered. The question and answer period went just as I remembered
it. The shock on the newbie's face said all that one could about the
realities that had just been set upon them.

"Follow me. I whispered." And replaced her ball-gag. She stumbled after me.
I found her room just down from mine.

"Is what they said real?" she asked after we entered her room.

"Every word of it." I smiled remembering that very question. It must be part
of the orientation to this place. I removed the locks about her loins. She
just stood shaking.

"It will be alright." I tried to be reassuring. "You can survive this, and
then it's really not so bad."

"But the whole idea of really being sold is so... primitive!" she stammered.
"And if they think I'm going to fuck some damn dog..."

"Not only do they think so, but you will. And you'll enjoy it too," I said
remembering my feelings and the Bud I lost. "And you will do everything that
is asked or be whipped into it. They own you and your body in ways you can
not even imagine right now."

"Were you sold?" she said as she turned away for a bit of modesty as she
removed the toys.

"Leave the butt plug as long as you can. It will help in the end." We both
burst out laughing at the stupid pun. "My husband is holding out."

"I'm sure mine will, without question." She stood.

"Don't be too sure. I've seen most of the women sold. Only a few go home."

Her eyes steeled against the tears. The puffiness about them betrayed her
day so far.

"How long have you been here?" she asked.

"Nine days today. I leave tomorrow. How 'bout you?"

"I've got thirty days. We took $1500.00 from these animals."

"Greed. Well this will cure you of that!" I was surprised at the amount. Dan
could have taken much more. I was glad that he only took just what he
needed for the tennis bracelet... and not one day more! She began to cry
again. I held her for several long seconds until she regained her composure.

"I, we really didn't need the money either. I just wanted the trip. And now
I may pay much more for it than it was ever really worth." She shuddered.

I reviewed the schedule paper with her and left. I figured that she would be
one of those beaten several times before she got the message. And thirty
days, well, she'd get plenty used to it by then. But then again she'd earn
enough in tips to cover several unnecessary trips.

I went to the lounge for my shift. I didn't mind working the lounge. I had
grown accustomed to the tips pinned to various places about my body. I
didn't mind the fellatio after I'd had a drink or two. And tonight my ass
was off limits due to the branding.

"I bid a bundle on you." It was the Master with the 'Horse Ride'. I smiled.
"I gave out at 22. To rich for my blood."

Thank the Lord for that! "Has your man settled up yet?"

"No, Master." I was safe so far as I knew.

"Good man. I don't mind losing to your man, but, well, it's a matter of pride
in my stables you understand Tell him he's getting one of the best 'riders'
and fucks I've ever had."

"He knows, Master." I assured him. I am going the make sure he never forgets
that either! He tossed a $100 bill on the table.

"I give you one of those for each ride if you come back." He goaded me.

"Thank you, Master." I lifted the bill and smiled. Fat chance... but then
who knows, I might just to break up the boredom.

"Now suck my dick," he ordered. I smiled and complied without a word.

My shift went quick and easy. I knew the routine and was comfortable with
it. It was late. I was tired. My heart raced as I sat upon my bed. I was
going home tomorrow. I thought of Dan. My heart yearned for my kids. I
wanted to hold them close. I heard sobs in the silence. My heart felt for
that poor soul... but I was going home. Sleep was difficult but came in
time...

PAID IN FULL

By my count this was the tenth day. My time was up. I was excited at the
prospect of going home. The Head Mistress appeared in my room just after
breakfast.

"We have negotiating a higher percentage with your husband. Twenty-six
thousand is a lot to walk away from. We are prepared to pay to your account
the sum of twenty thousand dollars. With tips to-date that will bring your
total to $23,347.00. Your sale will be final & your husband notified
immediately."

"I don't think so. I want to go home." I was really annoyed that they though
I might really volunteer for this nightmare.

"Consider carefully my Dear. We offered $15,000.00 to Dan at the time of
auction. He turned us down flat. We have upped the offer twice each day.
Last night we offered him $20,000.00. He has yet to decline. If he deals you
get nothing." My anger flared wildly. Even Dan had his limits...

"How dare you! I am not an object to be sold. I am a human being!" I yelled
at her for the first time since I had arrived.

"That is exactly what you are until your time with us is up. We own you. We
own your body. We can and will do with them as we wish. Have you
forgotten?"
She spoke flatly.

"No, Mistress. I have not." I only needed to be reminded of my true
position. "But I must trust Dan." My future was in his hands now. This life
was not going to be my choice. I wanted my husband and kids back!

"I will return after lunch. If we do not hear from him by that time you will
be shipped to your new owner and a check made out to Dan." She left. I sat
on the bed in utter despair. Tears began to well up in my eyes. My heart
sank. My mind raced over the events of the passed ten days, the pictures Dan
must have been sent. Why would Dan even wait to respond? The money of
course... and maybe he just didn't want a well used, dog fucking bitch back.
And if he went to work to think about it I would be gone before he did
respond. Sobs began to fill the air. Time stood still. It did not crawl by.
It just stopped for me. Each second was etched in paralyzing misery. I sat
absolutely immobile.

The blond woman that had arrived with me stopped by soon after the Head
Mistress left. She had been crying too. She sat on the end of the bed. Her
head hung low.

"You too?" she asked.

"I don't know yet. You?" I starred at her.

"Yes. My husband sold me to these monsters." She sobbed again. "They
offered him $12,000 and he took it. Just like that! Not even a word to me." She
sobbed again. "I feel so abandoned... helpless." She sobbed.

"Dan is considering..." I sat unable to continue. "When...." not able to
finish the question.

"Next Friday. I go to someplace in South America. To run some guys breeding
kennels. I'm not going to be a wife and mother. I'm going to be some dogs
bitch for the rest of my life." She sobbed uncontrollably. One of the other
women was being shipped to San Francisco later today. She was going to work
in a Bondage House. Another had been shipped two days ago to Europe to
become someone's Mistress. This was the least appealing sale I had heard of
in the ten days I had been here.

My heart was breaking for her. Yet my own fears mounted. She stood and left
the room. I sat starring into the twilight light zone in utter silence...

The presence of the Head Mistress alerted me that I must have sat through
the lunch hour. I looked up. My eyes were swollen, crusty from tears.

"He declined our last offer only moments ago. Follow me and you will be
returned immediately." My heart beat harder than I have ever felt it. I
thought my chest would explode. Tears long since spent returned freely. I
followed in silence.

I was at the back of a step van in moments. I expected some sort of
clothing. I was wrong. I was loaded into the back in nothing more than my
leather chastity belt, gauze to protect my brand, plugs in my bottom; the
ball gag fitted, and shackles about my ankles and wrists. Just as I had
spent the last ten days. A leather hood was fastened about my head. I was
placed in the pillage. I heard the door close, the motor start, and we began
to move forward. Relief replaced the fear and terror of the last ride in
this van. We drove about for what seemed like hours before we came to a
stop.

I heard the door to the van's over head door open, someone walking, the
pillage opened. I stood, still hooded I could see nothing. Someone helped me
down from the van. I was not afraid this time. He led me forward. I was
going home...

"Stand still, woman," the man said. He removed my wrist shackles. "Place
your hands behind your back."

I did as I was told. He fastened the wristbands together behind my back.
Next my ankle shackles were removed. "Feet together."

He fastened one ankle closely to the other.

"Step forward."

There was a wooden pole between the arch of my feet. My forehead pressed
upon the pole. It was uncomfortable. I felt something pinching, tugging at
my right nipple. I felt a sharp prick against the upper part of the aureole.
My mind struggled to comprehend what I was feeling, a splinter maybe. No it
was to the outside away from the pole. An involuntary shudder ran through my
spine. The sound and vibration told me that something was being driven into
the pole. Pain flamed in my breast. The pole vibrated through my skull where
it met the pole. My breast was fastened, nailed to the pole. In another
instant a prick at the bottom of the aureole, whump, and it was done. Then
the pinching, tugging on the left side...

"Your husband will receive directions to retrieve you as soon as I call in.
He will arrive in an hour or so if he can follow instructions well. That is
if no one else finds you first." And he left. He left me there half-naked,
nailed to a post. It was dark under the hood. I could not see. My nipples
hurt. I had no idea where I was. Suddenly I became very afraid. I strained
to hear any sound. There was nothing, no motors, no voices, nothing. I
stood. I had no choice. This was perfect. I was abducted in terror and
returned in fear and pain...

I heard the engine first. Then the rattling rumble of tires over rocks and
debris. The engine shut off. A door closed. Footsteps approached from
behind.

"Honey, is that you?" It was Dan's voice. Tears welled up in my eyes. I
shook my head.

"What have they done to you?" He unzipped the hood. He ran his fingers
through my hair. It felt so good to have him touch me. He removed the
ball-gag. My eyes began adjusting to the light of day. My jaws ached. Dan
undid my wrists. Next he released my ankle shackles. It would have felt good
to be free save that I dared not move about due to the tacks through my
breasts. They were thin upholstery nails.

"Oh, Honey it's so good to see you!" I sobbed with joy and relief. Dan
returned from the car with the small hammer that I use to hang pictures. "I
was afraid I might never see you and the kids again."

"They said I would need a hammer to take you home, but I had no idea..." He
fumbled dropping the hammer. "Maybe you better. I don't want to hurt you." I
reached about the pole with one hand. Pressing the breast to the pole I
tugged at the head of the nails. They came loose rather easily and slipped
out of the flesh of my breast easily with only a droplet of blood. As the
last nail slipped free I nearly jumped into Dan's arms. It felt so good to
be held. I felt safe again, finally.

There was a passbook; a savings passbook tacked to the pole above my head.
I took it down. The balance read $3, 347.00. Well they had returned me with
the money I had earned. I didn't know whether to be angry or grateful. The
money represented a great deal of pain, trauma, sex and pleasure. I had
earned it. It was mine. And it was a pretty fair amount of money.

"Let's get you dressed." Dan held my hand as we walked to the car. "Are you
okay?"

"Oh, yes. I was so scared that you'd take the money."

"No chance!" Dan squeezed my hand.

"Not even at the end?" Dan paused as we walked to the car.

"No, not really. They kept upping the ante... but there was never really a
question." I was so elated. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

"They offered me twenty and told me you were considering their offer. I
almost accepted out of fear that you might, well, you know... that's a lot
of money." We stood in silence. "I'm glad I trusted you."

"Me too," was all Dan said.

I began to unbuckle my leather chastity belt. I removed each piece and
tossed them into the trunk. Finally I stood quite naked. The burns from my
branding not yet healed, a fuzz beginning to grow. Dan stared for a moment.

"I was branded with my sales price. It says $26,550. That's what you paid to
get this body back... and it's was one of the highest sales prices this
year." I boasted. I stepped into my panties. Gently I slipped on my jeans.

"Does that come off?" Dan asked looking at the chain between my nipples. I
ran my finger along its length. I had become accustomed to its weight and
presence.

"Not in this life time. It is welded, tempered, stainless steel." It felt
awkward to fasten my bra about the chain and piercings. I had not worn one
in ten days. My breasts were sore from the nails but I had grown used to
dealing with soreness and pain. I pulled on my blouse. I looked almost
normal again.

Dan looked quizzically at me. "You look the same... yet seem somehow
different."

"How much did they tell you?" I asked as I put on my shoes and socks.

"Nothing... just the pictures everyday."

"Well, they would pretty much tell the tale." I winced as I though about the
tale they had told. I swung my feet into the car and closed the door.

"Wow, that had to be tough on you." Dan said as the door closed. He walked
to the other side of the car. The engine started. Dan backed up and started
down a dirt road.

"Where are we?"

"North of town... Where were you?"

"I don't know. I was hooded and closed in a van. They drove around for
hours."

"Was everything real? I mean, well, you know..." I closed my eyes leaning
back into the seat in reflection.

"Yes, very real."

"Was it bad?"

"Not too. You get used to it mostly. What was the hardest part was knowing
that someone else owned me... and that they own my body too. I had no
choice in what they did with my body or me. They made real sure I knew it too!"

"Is there anything you want?"

"To sleep in my own bed... and a black Lab." I paused, my eyes still closed.

"Sure. I though you might. He's a cute pup... waiting at home with the
kids." I smiled, squeezed Dan's hand tightly and drifted off to sleep. I was
on my way home.

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