Irene\'s new Life

CHAPTER 13

 

 

The dentist led pet into another room, where the walls were lined with instruments of torture and bondage.  Many chains hung from the ceiling and pet’s eyes widened when she saw that from one set, Michelle was suspended, bound at the knees, wrists and waist so that she hung horizontally, about seven feet off the floor.  Her ankles were bound to her knees and her arms were bound at the elbows.  Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and roped to a hook that was impaled in her anus, resulting in her head staying level.  She had a big red ball gag in her mouth and it looked like she’d been used as a human pińata as there were livid red stripes all over her body, including her neck and face, but mostly on her sides and thighs.

 

Shuddering at the pain she knew Michelle must be in, pet quickly looked away.

 

“Ah, there you are.  You’re just in time,” Jared said, putting down a glossy black piece of latex.

 

“I’ve got the boots and the headgear ready and I’m just waiting on Maliia to bring the rings I need.  Set her up in the frame, will you Phil?” Jared asked, acknowledging pet.

 

“She needs cleaned and sterilized, so you may as well feed and water her as well.”

 

The dentist pushed pet forward towards two poles, positioned about six feet apart and used manacles to secure her wrists and ankles to chains that went through eyeholes in the poles.  Once she was secured, Phil rotated a big wheel and the pulleys began to retract into their eyeholes, forcing pet to shuffle her feet further and further apart.  The chains on her wrists pulled her arms horizontal and Phil only stopped when the manacles began to dig into her wrists, threatening to pull her arms out of their sockets.  Although grimacing in discomfort, pet made no sound. 

 

Phil picked up a canister that had a pipe attached to its base and opened the lid.  Into the container he poured a mixture that looked like a cross between tomato soup and oatmeal and had a similar consistency to that of chunky, melted ice cream. After recapping it, Phil put the canister down for a moment and, moving to pet, ordered her to open her mouth.  Pet wasn’t about to help him feed her the disgusting-looking porridge, so kept her mouth closed.  She hadn’t even seen the tube in Phil’s fingers, but felt its effects immediately when the toothache gripped her molars.  Her mouth sprang open as much as her tired jaw would allow, which was just enough for Phil to unlatch the bit and withdraw it.  Phil quickly returned with the canister and using straps, fitted it to pet’s head so that the canister was six inches in front of her eyes.  Her vision now dominated by the canister in front of her, pet was unable to see what Phil was doing, but quickly opened her mouth again when told to.  Phil fitted a ball gag and strapped it around her head.  He then made some sort of adjustment to the lid of the canister and pet’s mouth immediately began to fill with the sickly-sweet gruel, right through the gag.  Pet swallowed as fast as she could to avoid choking herself, but was unable to help coughing some of the stuff out through her nostrils anyway.

 

She was left to have her meal like that while Phil and Jared spoke together until a beautiful Asian female returned, pulling a cart across the large room.  Seeing pet had finished, Phil returned, removed the feeding canister and flushed pet’s mouth out with water from a squeeze bottle, before refitting pet’s bit.

 

Once again pet’s eyes were wide as she observed the sight of Maliia near her.  The Asian pulled the cart because she’d been harnessed to it.  Around her waist was a shiny red, six-inch wide leather belt that must have been two or three sizes too small for something that could be considered comfortable and it was this belt that was used to couple to the cart’s handles.  She wore a pair of red latex panties, cut so that the cheeks of her ass were completely exposed. Built into the panties, a combination butt plug and tail swished behind her. On her feet over the sheer red stockings that had been fastened to a red latex garter belt, were a pair of red heels similar to the ones that pet had worn when she’d first arrived.  Her upper torso was strapped up in some sort of latex configuration that covered nothing, but succeeded in squeezing the base of her breasts, making the flesh seem to explode from her chest.  Her nipples had been pierced and from her nipple rings, little bells jingled merrily as she moved.  Her arms were bound severely behind her, from elbows to fingers in a single, matching red sleeve.  She had a heavy chrome collar around her neck and a chrome bit in her mouth that was attached to the red latex headgear that encased most of her head.  A hole at the crown of the headgear allowed her long, glossy black hair to escape and even though it had been tightly braided, it still fell to below her shoulder blades. Red ribbon had been braided into the ponytail to complete her outfit.

 

Oh my God, pet said to herself in horror.  They’re going to make me look like that!

 

Jared disconnected the cart from Maliia and spoke to her.

 

“Good horsy Maliia,” Jared said as he stood next to her, stroking the upper swell of her breast with the back of his hand as if he were petting the chest of a real horse.

 

“You see her over there?” Jared asked, indicating pet.

 

“She’s going to be our next pony experiment.  When you first came to me, you didn’t want to be a ponygirl, but now look at you.  You make me very proud!”

 

Maliia whinnied in contentment. 

 

“When I’ve finished with pet, she’s going to look just as much a ponygirl as you, but I’m not going to let her be a real horse as I did with you.  Instead, I’m just going to make her pretend.  So don’t be jealous of her, little Maliia.  She’ll have to work harder than you just to be treated half as well, because she’s not nearly as good as my favorite animal,” Jared finished, dropping his hand and rubbing her latex covered crotch where he could feel her clit responding.

 

“Maliia’s in heat,” he commented to Phil after a moment.  “I think she deserves a reward for her work today anyway, so would you care to fuck her or should I just connect her to the machine?”

 

“I don’t really want to miss your artistry Jared, so just put her on the machine for now.  I can always see to her later.  In fact, why don’t I get her ready while you clean her off?”

 

“Thanks Phil.  That’ll save some time.  I’m looking forward to getting started!”

 

Phil looked around briefly, then seeing what he wanted, led Maliia over to a corner where he made her kneel, then get down on all fours with her legs well spread.  After chaining her in place, he quickly released the buckles on the sides of her panties, allowing the latex to fall away from her crotch.  He pushed a box-like machine on wheels between her thighs and made some adjustments so that the rubber phallus on top parted her bald lips.   Phil stepped on a pedal a couple of times, and hydraulics inside the box jacked the phallus into Maliia’s already damp pussy.  When Phil switched the machine on, the box began to hum, then the phallus slowly slipped the rest of the way into the ponygirl.  Phil made a final adjustment, flipped another switch and the machine began pounding Maliia with a steady rhythm that had the ponygirl grunting in pleasure around her bit.  Phil watched for a moment then turned back towards pet, dismissing Maliia for the moment.

 

Jared had moved over to the bound slave and was feeling her body, mentally making a note of where he was going to pierce her.  He squeezed her earlobes, deciding that three studs and a nice big hoop in each ear would suffice.  Her nose could take a little bar at the bridge and a ring through her septum.  A couple of rings through her lips would compliment the bit, he decided.

 

Taking a step back, Jared surveyed her nude body, while simultaneously enjoying the look of fear and hatred in her eyes.

 

“Do you not want your eyelids pierced after all slave?” He asked, having noted that she had been staring at him the whole time he’d been standing there.

 

“You aren’t supposed to be looking at my face slut!  You are not my equal and you do not deserve that privilege!  Your eyes should be on my cock, seeing if you’re making me hard so you can learn what I enjoy.”

 

Shocked at the sudden menace in his voice, pet’s eyes dropped immediately to the crotch of Jared’s leather pants, where they stayed.

 

“First, we’ll clean you off so that your new jewelry doesn’t get infected,” Jared said, his voice returning to normal as soon as pet had complied.

 

He picked up a stiff brush on a four-foot pole, turned a tap in the wall and icy water immediately began to pour down on pet.  Jared let it wet her thoroughly for about 30 seconds before turning the tap off again.  After applying liquid soap to the brush, Jared began to scour pet’s shivering body, turning her skin pink from the harsh abrasion.  He did not miss a part of her, from her head to her feet, although he did not linger on her face too long, as he did not want to scratch up her pretty slave features too much.  Her pussy however, was rubbed raw with the brush and he didn’t fail to notice that she was thrusting her hips as much as she was able, to meet the brush as it split her pussy lips and the hard bristles ground against her clit.  When he was satisfied, he turned the water back on and continued rubbing her body with the brush as the water cascaded over her.  When he’d finished, pet was clean and pink, with a few scratches here and there, where the bristles had torn their way through her skin.

 

Phil joined him, as he was about to install her first new piercing and watched as he worked.  Pet was silent as Jared raised the gun to her ear, but when it was plain the he was going to ignore the imploring look in her eyes, she began to struggle.  Jared slapped her cheek backhanded, first one way, then another, leaving pet’s ears ringing.  For good measure, Phil tapped the button on the remote and pet’s teeth once again exploded in pain.  It was all that the chastised girl could do to keep her head up and she bobbed quietly as he fitted the gun to the top of her ear.  A muffled pop and the first stud slid easily through the cartilage and her ear held it’s first-ever piercing. 

 

A hole in my ear!  That monster has made a hole in me!  I never wanted earrings and now I have a stud in the most humiliating position, right where everyone will see it.  Only sluts pierce their ears there!  The tears began flowing as pet stood there, so caught up in her own misery that she barely noticed Jared preparing the second stud.  Her howls when he pierced her a second time were not from the pain of the work that was being carried out on her, but from the humiliation of having yet another hole forced upon her unprotected ears.  She tried to tell herself that it was nothing, like having her nipples done, but she couldn’t make herself believe it.  Her nipples were usually hidden, but never her ears!

 

Then Jared pierced her yet again.  Now pet had to contend with not just pierced ears, but ears pierced multiple times.  She was almost numb with grief for her lost innocence by the time he’d finished all the piercing her ears were to receive and it felt like she’d been stung by a swarm of bees.  Her ears throbbed and ached and when Jared hung hoops in the last holes, pet felt their weight and just knew that she’d never again be able to hold her head up in public. 

 

When Jared had finished with her ears, he picked up a hole-making pair of pliers, much like a leather worker would use, and simply put the tips into her nostrils and squeezed the handles.  The pliers did their job, cutting a perfectly circular hole in pet’s septum that would bear another ring.  For pet, it was a matter of a lot of pain, but apart from the humiliation of having such a piece of jewelry poked through her nose as if she were an animal, it was no worse than having to bear the debasement of being a pierced-ear girl. 

 

Jared pierced her eyebrows, placing little silver rings in the holes he made and if she had thought her ordeal was almost over, pet quickly learned that she’d been wrong.  Having her lip pierced caused her as much pain as when the dentist had ripped a hole in her tongue.  The second lip ring was even worse, as pet was waiting for it and knew it was coming.  Jared used the same fine silver rings as he’d used in her eyebrow, but this time he pulled out an iron and welded each ring in place permanently, the action heating the metal and burning pet’s lip, causing her to moan in self-pity.

 

“Now I can attach your slut-mouth to anything I want,” Jared told her with a smile.

 

Jared worked down her body, replacing the little bars in her nipples with much heavier rings, and then slipped another large, matching ring through her belly button.  Pet screamed past the bit when Jared tugged on it, partly to get the hysterical slave’s attention, partly to see how well it was seated.  They both ignored her squeals of pain as her pussy lips became the bearers of four rings on each side and laughed at her when Jared used these new rings to hold her pussy lips apart to get at her clit hood and found her dripping with slave juices.

 

Her world was on fire from all the holes he’d made in her.  As she felt each new piercing push it’s way though her soft skin, pet cried, both in pain and at the loss of her perceived humanity.  How could these monsters just decide to put holes in another human being?  Was she nothing, that they could treat her this way?  Why couldn’t they just send her back to her mistress, where she could try harder to make her happy?  She’d gladly run around naked and let herself be whipped and loaned out for sex if Mistress wanted!  And what if they really did eventually let her go home to Mistress.  Would Mistress like what had been done to her, or would she be horrified and discard her like trash?  Pet cried in humiliation and pain until Jared began to pierce her pussy lips.  The feeling of his big, rough hands invading one of her most private places was terrible, yet the feeling of his fingers pulling at her lips made her body react.  She hated her body!  How could it betray her like that?  The more she thought about it, the wetter she got until Jared and Phil laughed at her for being so soaked.  She cried out through her bit when the needle was unceremoniously thrust through her clit hood although the pain wasn’t as bad as the orgasm that overtook her was humiliating.

 

Jared stood back and admired his work.  There was practically no blood, which attested to his expertise, and the swelling, which was sure to begin soon, had not yet taken place.  In front of him stood a slave with probably half a pound of silver attached to her flesh and all he had to do now was connect the little bells he had, to her new, inch and a half nipple rings and her clit ring.

 

He decided he’d wait for a day before fitting her new costume onto her, so that he could fully appreciate her new look without the bloating and scratches he’d caused today.

 

“I’m going to cage her now, Phil, instead of fitting her outfit,” Jared said conversationally.  “But if you like, you can let Michelle up there down so she can offer you her ass.  She deserves a good fucking after being so well behaved up there.

 

The pain-wracked Asian tied to the posts watched as Phil let Michelle down from the ceiling and untied the ropes that bound her.  As soon as he’d removed her ball gag, Michelle spoke to him.

 

“Please let me service you sir!” Michelle croaked.  I could suck you but my mouth is really dry and I don’t know if you’d like it much.  I have a tight pussy and a very tight ass if you prefer though!”

 

From her position tied to the poles, pet heard Michelle’s voice and at first, felt sorry for her, then, hearing what she was offering, decided that Michelle was such a slut that she deserved everything she got.  She looked on in disgust as Michelle slowly, painfully got onto all fours with her ass in the air so that Phil could look between her legs and choose his hole.

 

“I think I’ll fuck her pussy for a while.  It looks pretty tempting from here, Phil grinned to Jared.  “Maliia’s been on the fucking machine for about 45 minutes now.  Do you think she’s had enough?” Phil asked Jared, looking over to the chained ponygirl who’d obviously had a number of climaxes in that time.

 

“Yeah, probably.  I think I’ll have her suck my dick though, before I put her up.”

 

“What are you going to do with that one,” Phil asked, indicating pet.  “She doesn’t seem to amused at what we’re doing here.”

 

“You’re right.  It’s like she’s got a case of the high-and-mighties or something.  I know, I’ll take her over and chain her slave lips to Maliia’s well-fucked pussy so she can clean out the ponygirl.  After all, she doesn’t deserve to watch us fuck the good stuff and it’ll remind her that even a ponygirl has a higher status than her.”

 

After Jared had taken pet off the poles, he grabbed her hair and dragged her over to Maliia, who Phil had just removed from the fucking machine.  With an audible pop, Phil pulled the tail-dildo out of Maliia’s ass and set aside her panties.  Jared pushed pet down between Maliia’s waiting thighs and used a pair of tiny padlocks to attach pet’s lips to Maliia’s pussy, pet’s lip rings to Maliia’s pussy-lip ones.

 

“Now that you’re lip to lip with a real ponygirl, you’d better show her that you know how to make a ponygirl cum, you slut.  If you can’t make her cum before I do, you WILL be sorry!”

 

With that, Jared went to the other end of Maliia and unbuckled her bit.  Maliia worked her mouth a little, to get the kinks out and salivate, before silently holding it open in readiness for Jared’s manhood.

 

Phil returned to Michelle and pulled her up by the hips into a standing position, before telling her to grasp her ankles with her hands.  Michelle quickly did this so that Phil could begin to rape her pussy whenever he was ready.  The men unzipped themselves and entered their slaves, both to the hilt.  As soon as she felt Maliia push back against her mouth, pet tentatively began to taste the pussy she was connected to.  Maliia’s juice was different than her Mistress’s, but similar enough that pet could imagine that it was her mistress she was servicing and not a human animal.  As she swirled her tongue around Maliia’s pussy, seeking her clit, pet realized in horror that she’d already begin to enjoy her task, although the humiliation of servicing a human pony and not even a Master echoed in her head.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 14

 

 

 

It was a long night for pet, for true to his words, pet’s nose, lips and pussy swelled and her lips, having been attached to Maliia’s pussy, were now very tender indeed.  Her bit had been removed, but that was little consolation, as on the straw flooring of the cage, with not even a blanket to stave off the cold, pet curled up as much as possible and only exhaustion and hunger allowed her any sleep at all.  In the next cage over, Michelle slept the same way, but hers was a sound sleep of one not worried about her future.

 

With no windows to gage the passage of time, pet had no idea how long they were left alone before a foot making heavy contact with her side awakened her.  Once she’d recovered enough from the pain of it’s impact to focus, pet saw that the other three slaves that had been pulled aside with her the day before were there and awake, using their phalluses as had been explained when she’d first arrived.  Michelle was sucking fluid from hers and the other two slaves were dutifully riding the rubber penises in their own cells.  In front of pet, Jared stood with a smile on his face.

 

“Welcome from the land of sweet dreams,” he said to pet with a nasty leer.  Today we’re going to fit you out in your new outfit.  Vince was gracious enough to supply a good selection.”

 

“Sir?” Pet croaked, her mouth feeling dry and her new tongue ring feeling like it filled her whole mouth.

 

“What, pet?  Spit it out!  I haven’t got all day.”

 

“May pet have a drink, sir?”

 

“Well of course!”

 

Before pet even knew what he was doing, Jared had his cock out of his pants and was aiming it at her face.  Just as the realization of what was about to happen hit her, so did Jared’s putrid urine.

 

“Open your mouth cuntface!” Jared ordered, “Or I’ll chain you down and take a shit in it too!”

 

Burning in humiliation, pain and disgust, pet immediately did as she was told, sure that Jared wouldn’t hesitate to carry out his sadistic threat.

 

Some of Jared’s urine splashed against her lips and ran down her chin, but much of it filled the cavern of her mouth and she eventually had to swallow.  She was unsure how she was able to avoid vomiting the disgusting fluid back up again, but somehow she did and instead opened her mouth for more, as was expected.  Holding her mouth open, pet swallowed multiple times, crying in shame and self-pity the whole time as the acidic substance burned its way down her throat.  Her lip and nose rings burned, her tongue ring was aflame and even her new nipple rings had caught some of the salty urine as drops splashed onto her chest and found her enlarged nipple holes.

 

Eventually Jared finished.  Smiling, he asked pet, ”Did you enjoy that little treat pet?”

 

Although she knew what the answer he expected was, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

 

“If you enjoyed it, Master”

 

“Well I did enjoy it.”  Everyone needs a good toilet slave, so you just volunteered to be mine.  You’re not very good at it, though, are you, you dirty, smelly little whore?”

 

She knew she smelled before, and now she stank even worse, yet she could also tell that pissing on her had excited Jared.  Even as he shook the last drops of piss from his cock, it was swelling in anticipation of sex.

 

Suddenly, Jared tucked is still fairly flaccid member back into his pants as if he were in a hurry.  He turned on his heel and without a word, exited the cell, locking the door behind him.  Looking at his retreating back, pet couldn’t help but wonder what was going on.

 

After doing her best to rinse her mouth out by sucking water out of the dildo faucet on the back wall, pet was still wondering why Jared hadn’t had sex with her, not that she wanted to be raped by him, she reminded herself, when one of Jared’s men arrived with a chain. 

 

He did a very quick job of chaining the four slaves together, by their collars, but not even hobbling or gagging them.  Using his whip as encouragement, he led them to a large, indoor garage, where a car and a truck were parked.  As they rounded the back of the truck pet saw through the open back doors that there were three large cages inside.  The slaves were herded up the ramp and into one of the cages.  Once there were four of them inside the cage, it felt a lot smaller.  The slaves were practically sitting on top of each other, as there was not much room in the four-foot by five-foot cage.

 

Within minutes, Maliia and another pony girl were led into the back of the truck and locked into the second cage.  Maliia seemed to be sobbing quietly to herself.

 

“What’s happening?” Michelle asked Maliia, not really expecting an answer.

 

Maliia wasn’t feeling too haughty now.  Jared had just told her exactly what was happening.

 

“They’re going to sell Maliia!” Maliia wailed quietly, overcome by grief.

 

Although surprised that Maliia had even spoken to her, Michelle prompted her for more information.

 

“Us too?  Where?”

 

Maliia had said all she was going to and became silent, trying desperately to overcome her sobbing before a Master saw her.

 

In minutes, four males were whipped up the ramp and secured in the third cage.

 

A gasp escaped pet as she looked at the naked males.  Each of them had a cage around their penis and each had leather straps stretching their ball sacks so they hung below the cage.  Each slave’s testicles looked painfully discolored to pet.  She found herself disgusted at the males, but she didn’t really know why, as they were each fairly large and powerful looking, if you didn’t include the bondage their genitalia was in.  They just looked so… gay, she decided, the way they were crammed into that little cage together.

 

Michelle was now sure that she wasn’t going to get any more from the pony girl.  Instead, she turned her attention to the males.  She had no qualms in talking to them and although there’d been no instruction not to talk, she kept her voice quiet anyway.

 

“Pssst,!” she hissed to the males in the cage next to the pony girls’ one.

 

“Do you where we’re going?”

 

“You should not be talking, female.  Or asking questions!” Came the gravelly voiced reply from the biggest male.

 

“Oh come on!” Michelle pleaded.  “Like it really matters.  I just want to know, but if you’re too ignorant to know the answer, you could have just said so,” she taunted.

 

“We are going to the Tuesday Auction.  We’re last-minute additions,” the second male replied before the biggest male could stop him. “We must be very important to get added at such short notice,” he finished proudly.

 

“You are a stupid pussy, slave!” the biggest male reprimanded his cage mate in that gravelly voice.

 

“We are nothing.  It is the Masters that are important, and they’re selling us, probably to much less important Masters.  They have chosen to liquidate their assets and disappear.  We could yet end up mining coal for 20 hours a day.”

 

“Well maybe, but a dead Master is no longer an important Master, so I’m glad we’re being sold before Master Vince’s organization starts extracting retribution from the Club!”

 

Although pet had no idea what he was talking about, it was pretty plain what was about to happen.  She wasn’t going back to Mistress and she wasn’t going to have to suffer the humiliation of being deposited, naked, at her father’s church, where her father, mother and teenaged sister would see her.

 

They all became silent when they heard footsteps approaching.  Even Maliia had stopped sobbing.  The doors to the truck were closed, leaving them in total darkness.  Seconds later, the truck rumbled to life and they were moving.

 

 

CHAPTER 15

 

 

The truck had been silent and still for a long time, but pet had no idea how long.  She’d tried to count heartbeats, but gave that up after a thousand, deciding that it didn’t matter anyway.  No sounds emanated from the cages until Maliia began sobbing almost soundlessly to herself again. 

 

Eventually the doors at the back of the truck were opened and a forklift rolled in, lifting the cage pet was in and backing out with its cargo.  The cage was placed in a short row with half a dozen other cages, each holding between one and four naked, sometimes bound, all collared, captives.  Counting as many as she could see, pet figured that there were at least sixteen slaves here, of which maybe four were male.  A quick calculation adding these to the slaves in the back of the truck came to a total of twenty-six bodies, of which eight were male.  And all of them for sale, she thought.  The concept of selling humans like livestock was hard for pet to grasp.  She wanted to scream at someone to let her go!  She wanted to plead her case, tell someone that there had been a mistake and she wasn’t a real slave, just a girl that had a mistress!  But the forklift driver wasn’t paying any attention to the cargo he was hauling, even though the cargo was mostly naked, beautiful and female.  He was wearing hearing protection, so he wouldn’t have heard her anyway, pet finally admitted to herself.

 

Maliia’s cage was placed next to pet’s then finally the cage holding the males.  As soon as the last cage was placed, a huge man with a whip and an armful of chain came through a doorway and went to one of the other cages that held males, muttering to himself about the holdup.  He was very efficient at chaining and hobbling the males and quickly had a line consisting of all the males.  Beginning at the front of the line, the brawny bear trainer, as pet thought of him, used an indelible marker to put a alphanumeric code on each male’s chest.  Each of the males that had come with pet had a ‘J’ before their number, so pet presumed that stood for Jared.  The line of males was whipped into motion and led away.

 

The staging area was quiet apart from the distant noise of an auctioneer and eventually the hammering sounds of a gavel hitting wood.

 

As the realization of what was in store for her, fully hit pet, her eyes began to mist up.  I’m to be sold and I have these horrible rings all over me, she thought to herself.  Who’s going to want a pierced ear girl anyway?  Tears began flowing as pet thought about her pierced body.  Michelle, seeing her cry, made an attempt to console her.

 

“It’s just an auction sweetie,” she cooed reassuringly.

 

“You go up on the block, show yourself in your best light and they bid on you!  Once I went to an auction where the girls were even given dildos so they could demonstrate their abilities better.  So there’s no need to cry.  You’ll see.”

 

“Bu… bu… but I can’t do that!  And I’m not dressed either!  People will see me!”

 

“That’s the idea hon!  If people didn’t see you, do you really think they’d be interested in buying you?”

 

“But I don’t WANT to be sold!  I just want to go home to Mistress,” pet finally wailed, her tears flowing full-force now.

 

“Listen to yourself!  What you want, want, want!  Like it matters what you want!  Hell, if you haven’t learned by now that your wants and needs aren’t important, you are going to end up as a low-price girl and everyone knows low-price girls end up in third-world brothels fucking dogs and farm animals for a chance to get fed.  You had better suck it up soon and do your best to fetch a good price!”

 

“But I’ve got holes all over me!  No one would want to buy me anyway!”

 

“You look good enough to eat, pet.  Don’t worry about your rings.  They look sexy as hell on you!  I wish I had some too!” Michelle said in barely concealed envy.

 

Before long, the bear trainer returned and began chaining the females, two abreast in a coffle, with the females sharing one set of manacles, left wrist of one manacled to the right wrist of the female next to her.  Miliia was next to pet in the coffle.  She’d stopped crying and seemed to have accepted her fate, as a result, doing her best to make herself look as beautiful as she could for the sale.  Each female was then gagged and when the bear trainer got to pet, he remembered he had a special gag for her.  Removing the gag with the tongue hole and applicator from his pocket, he demanded that pet open her mouth.

 

The gag he was holding was the painful one and pet wanted no part of it.  Deciding to clamp her jaws shut so that maybe he’d change his mind, pet was rewarded by an explosion in her molars and a smile from him that told her everything she needed to know about her choices.  She reluctantly opened her mouth and poked out her tongue.

 

With her shoes on, Maliia was almost seven inches taller that pet, so having otherwise decided the coffle was ready to go, he walked off, returning minutes later with footwear for pet.  She looked at the shoes, and then looked at the bear trainer, shaking her head as if to say she couldn’t wear possibly them.  He smiled and reached into his pocket, resulting in a return of the instant pain for pet, but this pain kept going and going until pet, trying to scream through her gag and almost paralyzed by it, lifted her foot so the shoe could be fitted to her.  At once, the pain stopped.

 

The shoes pet was soon wearing caused her immediate pain, as her toes were compressed into a wedge, which she was forced to stand on like a ballerina.  But these shoes had an additional torture device built in.  As well as being forced to put all her weight on her toes, each shoe had a sharpened spike built in, that was just long enough to puncture a tiny hole in her skin so that it was like standing on needles, but doing so on tip-toes.  The heels were buckled around her ankles and it was particularly difficult to even stand.  Doing her best to cope with the pain, a part of pet’s mind was still trying to figure out how she was to walk.

 

Luckily, pet was near the front of the line, so she wouldn’t have to wait too long to reach the block.  Not so luckily, pet thought, was that she’d be soon put on the block and sold like the animal she was beginning to think of herself as.

 

The bear trainer went down the line, marking the breast of each slave with the same sort of alphanumeric code as he’d used on the males, but this number had five digits compared with the males’ three digit numbers.  Thousands of female slaves sold, pet said to herself in awe as she watched him mark her soft tissue, with a ‘J’ and her number.  For some reason that pet couldn’t identify, her clit began to ache in need, which embarrassed her and made her blush.

 

“Good, Jay seven-twenty three nineteen, they like a female with some color in her cheeks,” the bear trainer commented before moving off.

 

Michelle, being by herself at the front of the coffle, was first to be auctioned.  She was deftly detached from the coffle and taken through the same doorway as the male slaves had been.  The noise of the crowd cheering at her entrance was quickly replaced by what seemed to pet to be a fast-paced bidding war, ending fairly quickly.

 

The next two girls were taken through the door and it was a much longer auction.  The thought crossed pet’s mind that she hoped she’d be snapped up quickly like Michelle, as a long time on the block must mean that the auctioneer was having difficulty selling the slaves.  Finally, it was pet and Maliia’s turn on the block.

 

When pet was taken through the doorway, there was a short corridor leading to a curtain.  The slave pair was taken through the curtain and placed on marks that had been painted on a small podium, overlooking a room the size of a three-car garage.  Seated in comfortable looking folding chairs were about 30 men and a handful of women, all dressed in expensive suits and in two instances, Arabic robes.  At a lectern, the auctioneer greeted the slaves by number and told them to pose together. 

 

It was easier for pet to follow Maliia’s lead, since it appeared that Maliia had been auctioned before, than to consider being punished for standing there dumbly.  Maliia took up many pony girl poses which pet tried her best to copy, until she accepted that there was no way her body could move with nearly as much grace as Maliia displayed, so instead, she attempted to compliment Maliia’s poses with her own.  After what seemed like many minutes of strenuous posing under the particularly hot lights, both sweating females were ordered to stand still, with legs spread.

 

Maliia’s latex panties were unbuckled, showing her shaven pussy to the crowd for the first time.  An attendant at floor level used a dildo on a pole to probe between Maliia’s nether lips.  Thrusting the pole upward, he showed how smoothly it slid into Maliia and upon withdrawing it, showed the audience how well lubricated Maliia’s pussy had made it.  Thrusting it back inside her, he fucked her with it until, with a squeal around her gag, Maliia came exceptionally hard, barely able to stand for a few moments.  The same process was repeated with pet, however she was humiliated in front of everyone when her body betrayed her and a powerful orgasm rippled through her as well, making her think for a moment she was peeing herself.

 

“Holy fuck,” shouted a man near the front.

 

“A pair of squirters!” Finished another.

 

“Shame they’re just Asians, though,” put in a third.

 

“Are they sisters?” The second asked.

 

“It’ll be close enough for my buyer,” said the first with a laugh.  “I bid fifteen for the pair!”

 

“Twenty six,” said the man behind him.

 

“Thirty five then.  For the pair,” declared the first bidder, looking behind him at the man who had challenged his bid.  There was silence while the audience waited for a response.

 

“They’re just Asian cunts.  You’re offering twice what they’re worth.  They’re yours!” He said, grinning at the man in front of him.

 

“Do we have any more bids for an exceptionally well trained pony slut and her friend?  No?  Well, since no one wants to bid on the pair, do we have fifteen for the cunt in red?”

 

Nothing.  No one was interested in an Asian bitch, no matter how well trained she was, for that much money.

 

“Is anyone interested in starting us off with ten then?” The auctioneer asked.

 

“Come on Hank,” said the man near the front.  “Separately, they’re worth shit.  A thousand bucks a piece to use as the toilet in a slave dorm.  You know you aren’t going to do better.”

 

The auctioneer considered for a moment.

 

“Smells like one of them already has been used for that,” he said, sniffing the air and looking at pet.

 

“Going once, going twice.  Sold!” He said with a grin, rapping his gavel in the time honored tradition of auctioneering.

 

“Get the bitches out of here, and someone wipe that slime up before the next sluts come out and slip in it.”

 

 

 

CHAPTER 16

 

 

 

Maliia and pet were dragged off the stage and taken to a holding cell to await the end of the auction.  The first thing that pet noticed was the smell.  Body odor or body waste smells she could have understood, but this was different.  It smelled as if someone had been cooking, but she didn’t know what.  Just that they’d burned whatever it was and the bad smell was lingering.  It was hard to ignore, but pet did her best, looking around at the other cells nearby instead.  Michelle was nowhere to be seen and neither were the disgusting male slaves she detested so much. 

 

There were a few female slaves in other cells, generally sleeping on the floor or hugging themselves in a corner, but none of them paid her any attention.  As pet’s eyes traveled around, they came to rest on a rough stone pit with a poker thrust into the glowing coals it held.  Shuddering in trepidation, pet realized what the poker could be used for, but did not want to admit it’s probable use, even to herself.

 

Looking back at Maliia, pet decided to try talking to the pony girl.

 

“Do you know what’s going to happen to us now?” she asked.

 

“Just because we were sold to the same Master,” Maliia said, her words cutting, “Does not mean that you are my equal. You do not speak to me unless I ask you a question, pierced slut!”

 

Maliia’s words were like knives to pet, cutting at what was left of her esteem and making her want to cry once more at the thought of what had been done to her.  Taking all of her strength to hold back the tears, pet sank to the floor and waited.

 

“I do not believe your new master is going to like your attitude, Jay seven-twenty three twenty,” a voice from behind the cell said, startling both females.

 

“Do you consider yourself better than Jay seven-twenty three nineteen, even though you both have slave numbers scrawled on your udders?  Do you think you’re superior to Jay seven-twenty three nineteen even though you were both paraded naked in front of buyers and both had your sexes stuffed with dildos?  Do you think you’re a better fuck than Jay seven-twenty three nineteen?  I would imagine her cunt and ass are not nearly as well used as are yours!”

 

“But I’ve been trained, Master!” Maliia, whined, embarrassed to have been caught dressing down another slave.

 

“Be quiet cunt!  I am not your new master, but rest assured I intend to relate to him, your displeasure at being paired with an alpha slave.  You may have been trained as a pony girl, but that does not mean you are anything more than the lowliest of the low in your new master’s eyes.  Before we leave though, I have been given the privilege of applying your new master’s brand to your flesh.  It will take an hour for the brand to become hot enough to use cleanly, so you have that long to get to know each other.”

 

Without another word, the male strode to the pit and screwed the tip he held onto a poker that had been laying off to one side before departing.

 

In a panic, pet looked beseechingly at Maliia.  “He’s not actually going to burn us is he?”

 

Maliia looked around quickly before answering.  “Of course he is, slut.  Now do as I say and do not speak to me, whore!”  She scolded pet in exactly the same tone she’d used before.

 

He was going to brand her!  He was going to cook the flesh away from her bones and she could do nothing to stop him!  First her body had been pierced and now a brand!  Where would he put it?  Would she ever be able to hide it?  Was there anywhere that he could put it where it would hurt less?  Although pet’s ears, nose, nipples and pussy throbbed a little, there was no more real pain from the piercing she’d endured.  But pet had burned her finger once and the pain had been intense and had lasted days!  And that had been a little burn.  The metal thing the man had shown them was huge!  It was nearly as big as her hand!

 

With no escape possible and even Maliia shunning her, pet put her head between her knees and cried in shame, humiliation and despair.  Her tears had run out by the time the man returned with two massive guards, one to either side of him.  They simply unlocked the cell, grabbed an unresisting Maliia and pulled her out before walking either side of her to a block near the pit.

 

“May Maliia speak Sir?” Maliia asked when she reached the pit.

 

“What is it, Jay seven-twenty three twenty?

 

“May this slave have a gag, Sir?”

 

“No.” The man replied, without even deigning to say why.

 

Maliia was pushed roughly to the floor and rolled to her side before her leg was lifted and her thigh centered on the top of the block.  One man knelt over her and held her by the shoulders while the other held her thigh perfectly stationery, in position.  The brand was lifted out of the coals, bright red with white spots glowing here and there.  With no ceremony, the man pushed the brand very firmly against the skin of Maliia’s thigh, about half way between her buttock and her knee, exactly on the side.  

 

Maliia let out an ear-piercing scream, which only made the three men smile.  The man held the glowing tip to her thigh, feeling it sink into her skin deeper and deeper as it cauterized the flesh and produced more of the odor of burning flesh that pet had previously smelled.  If the man holding her leg had not been so strong, even the compliant Maliia would have struggled.  The brand was only held in place for a count of three of before being carefully drawn away but to pet watching in horror, it seemed like 30 minutes.  On Maliia’s leg was now a blackened, charred design, permanently imprinted in her flesh.  The man nodded in satisfaction, which was a signal for his helpers to pull Maliia to her feet.

 

Maliia, once she’d caught her breath and despite the tears that had left streaks on her face, calmly regarded her new brand.  She knew better than to touch it, despite the urge to trace her fingers over the now-numb skin.  Instead she just admired the brand, which was shaped like two right-angle triangles, placed back to back with the flat edges at the side and on top, the point facing downward, then two vertical lines, one to the left and one to the right, finishing the design. Maliia finally decided it looked like a letter ‘T’ superimposed over a letter ‘M’, which in fact it was.

 

“It’s such a shame their buyer doesn’t want me to brand their tits,” the man said, mostly to himself.  “Now THAT would have been fun.  The tit flesh seems to vibrate as the brand burns its way in.  I saw a novice do it once.  Stupid kid burned right through to the rib cage.  Held the brand to the slut for something like 30 seconds.”

 

The two men with him grinned their appreciation of his desire, and then one of them slapped Maliia sharply on her ass to get her moving back towards the cell.

 

Maliia was no sooner inside the door than one of the two men beckoned pet to come out.  Shaking her head wildly, the terrified Asian scurried to the far corner of the cell and grasped the bars.  The man who had beckoned her grinned then entered the cell.  He simply grabbed her hair in one hand and proceeded to lift her squirming figure off the floor.  He was strong enough to be able to hold her whole body weight off the ground.  Her feet were off the cage floor and her whole weight was on her hair.  With no more hesitation, pet let go of the bars and grabbed the big man’s wrist with her small hands to relieve the pressure on her scalp, fearing that her hair would be ripped out at the roots.

 

Still holding her off the ground, the big man allowed her to hold onto his arm as he turned and walked out of the cage, relocked the door and strolled over to the pit, showing no strain at the task of holding her off the ground the entire time.

 

When he dropped her next to the pit, he forced her to her knees in front of him.

 

“This one will be fun to brand, Charlie,” he said to the man with the poker.

 

“She’s one of Jared’s girls.  He stole her from that Mafia guy they found in the bay yesterday.  I’m guessing Jared had to sell her pretty quick, what with the feud the CIA has started this time.  I wouldn’t want to be Jared right now!  No one, not even the Government, take’s on those guys the way Jared did.  I bet she’s new to chains too,” Charlie said, talking over pet as if she wasn’t even there.

 

“Well I wouldn’t mind taking a piece of her myself,” the big man said.  Prolly still got a pretty tight cunt ‘n ass too, if she’s new to chains.  Wanna find out?”

 

“She’s sold buddy, and this guy tips good if the merchandise arrives in good condition.”

 

“I wouldn’t break her, Charlie!”

 

“Yeah like you din’ break that blonde last month!  She had to have a dozen stitches to fix her cunt after you’d finished with her and there’s no way they’re ever gonna be able to get her tit re-ringed.  You tore the whole nipple off!” Charlie laughed.

 

“No, go use one or two of the bitches in the playroom if you’re horny.  They don’t mind when you chew ‘em up a little.”

 

Terrified at the conversation she was witnessing, pet chanced a look at Charlie to see if he was just trying to scare her.

 

“Get your eyes down, cunt!” Charlie ordered gruffly, seeing her looking at him.

 

“See, she’s new alright.  Probably never even had a decent whipping before.  And look at that skin.  Hardly a mark on it,” Charlie continued as if nothing had happened.

 

“Well how about you bend her over real quick and let me fuck her ass then?  That way you can be sure I don’t mess her up.”

 

“A ten-inch cock in her ass with no lube?  That’d mess her up right there.  You’d be lubing after you tore her ass wide open, for sure!”

 

“Ah, party pooper,” said the big man.”

 

“Come on, let’s get her done.  I think there’ll be another few cunts along soon and we don’t want to get behind,” Charlie suggested.

 

“I just said I wanna get a little behind.  Just like hers!” The big man joked, but got to work anyway.

 

They quickly had pet’s thigh over the block, the big man and the man who had not uttered a word, holding her completely still.

 

“Please don’t sir,” pet pleaded through her renewed tears, knowing that she was soon to feel the heat and smell the odor of burning flesh again at any time, but this time it would be her own flesh cooking.

 

The men all ignored her, acting as if she were speaking a foreign language that they had no interest in understanding.  The poker was pulled from the pit and professionally applied to pet’s thigh, is the same position as it had been placed on Maliia.  The screams pet emitted as she felt the unbearable burning on her thigh was accompanied by a small trickle of urine as she once more lost control of that basic facility.  It was probably a good thing that pet passed out briefly, as it saved her the humiliation of having to listen to the comments the men made about her inability to control her bladder.

 

A quick left right slap to pet’s face brought her to consciousness again and her hair was once more used to lift her to her feet.  It was complete.  She was now not only collared and ringed, but now branded as well.  If pet had felt owned before, it was nothing like she felt now.  She was officially merchandise, sold without consent, to an unknown master.  Back in the cell, Maliia was leashed by the other big man and led towards them.  A leash was attached to pet’s collar as well and the two of them were led away, pet hardly able to walk, the pain in her thigh so intense.

 

 

CHAPTER 17 – The end, for now…

 

 

The next morning found pet kneeling, still naked, which was something she’d finally almost grown used to, in a room with Maliia and Michelle.  At least she was with her friend, as that is what she considered Michelle to be.  The shock and relief of having Michelle with her had been enough to make her cry all over again.  Now she was about to meet her new master.  The three slaves had been taken in the back of a van with no windows, from the auction house directly to her master’s residence.  They had only left the van after it had parked in a huge garage and the overhead door had closed, so pet still had no idea where they were.

 

Her eyes were lowered when the door opened and her new master entered and although pet desperately wanted to look upon him, she remembered the discussion that had taken place when she’d been branded.  She did not want to be whipped for simply looking upon her new owner.

 

Her owner.  The thought of being owned caused her eyes to mist once more.  She was a commodity now with no rights, no privileges.  She couldn’t choose to be here, naked, with Michelle and a now similarly naked Maliia next to her.  How cruel life was that not only had she been enslaved, in a modern world where such things just didn’t happen, but also she was a slave alongside another that wasn’t even friendly towards her and who scared her.  She hated Maliia! 

 

She watched her new master’s legs as they passed in front of her, inspecting her, then felt him touch her when he’d walked around behind her.  She automatically shrank back from the touch, before catching herself, but hr master had already felt her withdraw.  A few seconds later, the legs were in front of her again and she just knew she was going to be whipped.

 

When his hand came down and gripped her chin, pet tensed but made no effort to pull away again.  Her master lifted her chin and she kept her eyes lowered so that they were closed by the time he had slowly tilted her face up to look into it properly.

 

Lance snatched his hand away from pet’s chin as if she’d burned him.  He may have paid very little for her, but he’d never expected to own the daughter of his own preacher!  His first impulse was to quickly turn away so she wouldn’t look up and recognize him.  Then he reconsidered.  The thought of owning one of his very own preacher’s two daughters, fucking her and whipping her, humiliating and binding her, making her beg for orgasmic release when he chose, was making his cock pulse already.  Besides, he said to himself, it’s too late now anyway.  She’s here, she knows who I am and she’s going to know my secret anyway.  I may as well enjoy it to the fullest.  What a shame I don’t have both daughters as personal sluts, he thought, as his fantasies kicked into high gear.

 

“Look at me, cunt,” he demanded of pet.

 

Her eyes traveled up his leather pants, paused at the bulge in front, before continuing their journey upwards over his naked, well defined chest.  When they finally reached his face, pet gasped, squealed and automatically removed her hands from behind her head and used them to cover her bare chest.

 

“Hands!” Ordered Lance.

 

Although new to commands like that, pet knew exactly what he meant.  She reluctantly put her hands back behind her head, a tear forming at the corner of one eye as she did so.

 

“Well, well.  I must say, the preacher’s daughter.  How poetic.  Is your sister a slut slave too?”

 

Unsure whether it was a question or not and really not wanting to say anything anyway, pet remained silent.

 

“It was a question cunt!” Lance bellowed, scaring pet even more.

 

“No Master,” she managed to reply.

 

“What the fuck are you talking about you stupid slut!?”

 

“No Master, my sister is not like that.  She’s a good girl.”

 

“You are my slave, cunt.  You are not a person.  You are property.  You call yourself by whatever name I choose to give you.  Right now, you are simply a cunt.  Understand, cunt?”

 

“Yes Master, this cunt understands,” pet said, almost crying again.

“You may have just landed yourself the best owner you’ve ever had, cunt.  If you please me, I’ll allow you to see your family.  If you don’t, not only will I punish you severely, I’ll also ensure your family and especially your sister, find out what a slut you’ve turned into.  I think I’d enjoy sending anonymous photos to your mother, showing you taking a cock deeply into your pierced pussy while jacking off another onto your face.  I’d want to make sure she could recognize you though, even covered in cum.”

 

“Please Master, this cunt will be a wonderful cumslut for you,” pet begged desperately.  “But this cunt couldn’t bear for her family to see her like this!”

 

With that, pet broke into tears again, her self respect finally and totally destroyed forever.