Bound in Servitude

[Belvino]

While sipping her morning coffee Elisa stumbled across the advert in the Sunday paper. She would have missed it were it not for the garishly colored picture of the hardware store displayed next to it. The bright colors had drawn her eyes to the page, but it was the writing off to the side that made her linger there.

“Are your desires taboo? Do you seek intensity, commitment, and a passion for adventure?”

“We are hiring females interested in discovering all they never knew about themselves. Please inquire at our office…”

She would have liked to admit it was simply curiosity that had fueled her interest in pursuing the ad. However that was not the case for desperation had seeped into her and had grown like a festering wound. She had been out of a job for some time now and with the state of the economy she really needed to find something. The simple act of feeding herself had become difficult. Groceries were expensive and with little money to spend she had to resort to eating Ramen noodles. They were cheap, certainly, but she wondered what the expense was on her health when they became a staple of her diet.

Thus she found herself standing at the entrance to what appeared to be a warehouse. She was beginning to feel uncertain about her presence there when she heard the warehouse door open. There was a click and a shadowy figure stood in the entryway appearing as if out of thin air. She had almost thought the door had been opening by itself. The figure stepped out into the dim light above the door and waved her over. She followed quickly, not wishing to be on the street by herself any longer than needed. When she got closer she realized that the figure in the door was none other than the receptionist she had met the first day.

“Hello, it’s nice to see you again? Uhh.. Hel-“

“Helga, it’s Helga,” she interrupted. “Please come in. We’re about to start and we need to get you ready.”

Elisa frowned at Helga and glanced back down at her own form. She had dressed in her best like they had requested. What more could they want? Helga had started down a hallway and Elisa followed close behind, her green eyes absorbing her surroundings. The walls were mostly red brick decorated with an occasional thick, lush curtain panel that seemed to be shielding something from view. She was tempted to pull back one of these curtains, but had the distinct impression that Helga would not be pleased. Here and there a table with decorative elements and a couch or several armchairs dotted the hall. The walls were adorned with erotic, suggestive art and it was this that Elisa could not tear her eyes away from.

“This isn’t a porn thing is it?”

Helga glanced back at Elisa and laughed, her voice seeming to echo down the hall, “Oh no, not quite like that,” She winked and continued to chuckle seeming to find more amusement in what Elisa said than was necessary. “Here, we are right through here.”

Elisa found herself in a small room which appeared to be a waiting room of sorts. She was alone in here though there were several other seats available. Helga gestured to the glass already filled with water on the table. “Please drink up, we want you to be comfortable,” she said her mouth curving up in a smile that bared a great deal of her teeth. Elisa had a brief impression of a dog showing its canines to an opponent and tried to force the image from her mind. Helga turned away just as Elisa took the glass and tipped it back. There was something odd about the water. It seemed to cling to her tongue and left a metallic taste in her mouth. By the time Elisa turned around to ask Helga about the water she was gone.

Elisa felt a fog beginning to settle in her head. She reached for the couch and missed stumbling wildly for a moment. “Whoah!” came a voice from behind her Strong hands gripped Elisa’s upper arm and pulled her back to standing properly on her feet.

“Helga, how much did you give her? She nearly crashed to the floor,” her savior questioned. The voice was masculine but Elisa could do nothing to turn her head. She felt as if she were in a room of quicksand and every little thing was immensely tiring and took extreme focus.

“The same as usual,” feminine hands reached for Elisa and pried open her eyes, “Yeah, she is fine. I think they may have increased the dose. She was hit hard.”

“You’re not kidding. Anyway, let’s get on with it!” hands began to grip Elisa all over pulling away her clothing. Inspecting her here and there. Elisa groaned and tried to push the intruding hands away but nothing would happen. It wasn’t long before her warm, smooth skin was completely exposed and her nipples began to harden with the chill of the room. Again she attempted to cover herself only to elicit laughter from the pair.

“She is certainly fighting it,” Helga commented.

The man that had kept her from falling was now facing Elisa. His dark eyes were bright with amusement as he said, “Yes, but you will learn to acquiesce soon enough I’m sure.” His fingers gripped her chin keeping her focused on him as he studied her features.

Elisa blinked slowly trying very hard to focus on his face. To remember what he looked like. She felt fingers pulling her curls loose from their updo and knew they had succeeded when her dark chocolate-brown curls brushed against the small of her back.

“Beautiful!” he remarked and Helga made a noise of agreement, “Let’s go before we’re late.”

Elisa felt more than saw Helga behind her as the other woman slowly guided her through the halls. They seemed to walk a long while before finally emerging onto what appeared to be a stage. There were many seats surrounding it and as Elisa squinted at the seats she realized they were not empty. Men and women in fine clothing were quietly observing the proceedings on stage. Elisa was led towards the center in what appeared to be the only spot left in a line of naked women standing with their wrists chained together behind their head and down to the floor. The effect was very exposing as the women were forced to thrust their breasts at the audience. Elisa’s accompanying assistants guided her into the same position and proceeded to lock her into the stage as a voice filled the room.

“Ladies and gentleman! Welcome to the third annual auction! We are so pleased to have you here today to experience this fantastic event with us all. These young women before you are all so ripe and ready for the picking! Much like with previous auctions we will have each girl go through the usual proceedings prior to the start of the bidding.”

 

[Asobininryochan]

A man, expressing an apparently unusual request that he communicated to the agents of the auction house, wanted a virginity test for all the women displayed on stage. Starting with Elisa, her handlers uncuffed her wrists, but immediately strapped her to an examination chair. As they prepared the other women in a similar fashion, Helga put on a pair of examination gloves before selecting a speculum from a nearby instrument tray.

While Helga expanded Elisa’s passage, a screen flickered to life, which showed the intimate details of her pudenda. The auctioned girl’s vaginal lips flared in a state of obvious arousal and her juices dripped from the entrance of her pussy. Unfortunately, only those close to Elisa had the privilege of inhaling the fragrant scent of her sex.

As Helga pulled to expose the constrained girl’s clitoris, she added a few racy remarks to the audience:

“Look how juicy this one is…”

In between comments, the woman sucked on Elisa’s clit, causing her to struggle helplessly as Helga continued:

“Tasty! I guarantee that the winner will enjoy the vintage on offer….”

Her lips once again wrapped around Elisa’s sensitive nub, Helga inserted a finger into her vagina. Meanwhile, the other nude women on stage moaned as the rest of the attendants orally stimulated their loins. When not performing oral sex, these men and women praised the responsiveness of their subjects. However, returning to Elisa, Helga exclaimed when her digit met resistance:

“We have ourselves a virgin! A real treat for the one lucky enough to purchase this specimen of rare purity!”

At the same time, the man who helped Helga prepare Elisa came to nurse on her hard nipples. While his middle finger steadily rubbed Elisa closer to an orgasm, Helga licked her cum-stained lips before saying:

“Imagine the joy you’ll get when she’s bred and able to provide you with breastmilk!

Pulling and pinching on her puffy labia, Helga assisted the man’s efforts. As she deftly massaged Elisa’s sex – more of the restrained girl’s juices came out – bathing the chair (and subsequently the floor) with cum:

“Get ready, ladies and gentlemen! I think this one is a squirter!”

True to Helga’s prediction, Elisa shot her pussy juice into the midst of the audience. The act resulted in applause and Helga took a bow for manipulating Elisa to an explosive climax. Meanwhile, the man kissing her tits put his mouth on Elisa’s lips:

“Good job…”

He whispered and then kept osculating the dazed girl while Helga asked:

“Do I have a thousand?”

The number increased until Helga declared:

“Going once! Going twice! Sold for sixty-nine thousand dollars!”

Laughter erupted at the winner’s witty bid and they rolled Elisa to the backstage. There, they removed her restraints and bathed her before injecting the still naked girl with a syringe. The drug made her drowsy and she felt herself transported by road. Later, Elisa possessed enough awareness of her surroundings to guess that she traveled on some aircraft.

When she fully regained consciousness, Elisa found a leather blindfold covering her eyes. Her wrists felt the metal manacles that held her arms aloft while her ankles also sensed the presence of chains that spread her legs apart:

“Are we awake?”

A male voice asked her, but even if Elisa wanted to respond, a gag prevented her from answering his question. As his footsteps grew closer, she once again heard him explain:

“I am going to remove your gag.”

He went on as he untied and separated the length of silken rope from her orifice.
“Please have the courtesy to thank your master for his generosity, slave.”

 

[Belvino]

Like through a thick fog Elisa was forced into position. She was almost willing and needed just the slightest guidance. Her eyes remained open and while she sensed the presence of others she was only dimly aware of them and their faint protestations against their assistants. Helga’s hands were smooth and guided her back onto a table that Elisa was certain had magically appeared from the stage floor. Elisa allowed herself a moment to relax into the soft table her thoughts flowing as freely as they could.

Yes. I need to sleep.

She had felt herself beginning to fall into the abyss of her dreams but then hands began manipulating her sex and she was quite rudely brought back to present. Her mouth wanted to say no, but she could not. She could not seem to think of how to speak. She could only feel… fingers delicately pulling her most sensitive bud, a cold hard thing that pulled and pushed at her entrance. It seemed to pry her open and she felt a heat of shame though she could not understand why. The voices were continuing all around her speaking of their treasures as if they were cattle at the meat market. Each attribute highlighted in detail and shown to the eagerly awaiting audience. Despite herself Elisa was starting to moisten with the careful manipulations of her skilled attendant.

The hard thing had been removed and in its place she felt fingers, curling and stopping quite suddenly.

“We have ourselves a virgin!”

This Elisa had heard and again she felt a need to close her legs, to pull away from this intrusive invasion of all things she held dear. Yet it was for naught and the fingers resumed their work, the voices around her becoming louder as moans filled the space. A mouth closed around her nipple which she felt stiffen beneath the tongue that caressed it. Elisa groaned and resisted the urge to push her chest up. She was not supposed to want this, she was supposed to be here for a new job. What had happened to her?

The sensations she was experiencing were wholly new and when Helga’s tongue stroked her labia Elisa could not stop the soft cry that escaped her lips. A pleasant warmth was spreading from her loins. She had masturbated many times, but this was like nothing else. She was awash in the glory of hedonistic delights. Her head swam with the mix of drugs and euphoric pleasures. Helga’s finger worked inside while simultaneously her tongue explored every bit of Elisa’s exposed sex. Elisa felt something building within her womb stimulated by Helga’s touch and that of her male assistant. A sensation of fullness and of wanting release.

Elisa released a guttural cry just as a gush of fluid rushed from her sex and stars exploded behind her eyes. She felt intense waves of pleasure crash over her and her body seemed to spasm with each crest. Her back arched off the table and her legs began to tremble before she collapsed back onto the table. She was aware of laughter and clapping from the shadowy figures surrounding the stage though she could see none of them in her drugged and post orgasm state. A kiss was pressed to her lips by the male assistant which forced Elisa’s eyes open.

“Good Job,” he said.

Elisa wanted to answer but she was distracted by the sudden increase in noise from the audience. To her it sounded as if they were arguing over something. What was happening? She did not understand that they had begun a bidding war which was fast and furious. Several members of the audience were going back and forth their bids creeping higher and higher until finally the numbers became too high and the war began to slow. Eventually the noise seemed to die down and a winner was declared though Elisa knew none of this. She was only aware of Helga and the other man pushing her on this mysterious table off the stage.

They had escorted her into another room and guided her into a tub filled with warm water. Steam rose in slow curls from the water as she was settled in. They bathed her seeming to take extra time to wash between the juncture at her thighs. The warmth of the bath was wearing off the drugs she had ingested, but this was something that the pair had been prepared for. They withdrew a syringe filled with another mysterious substance that Elisa eyed warily. She tried to pull away but the man held her arm and Helga injected it into a vein with practiced ease. After this she had lost all interest in the goings on around her and knew only for the constant movement that she was being transported somewhere. Eventually this to faded and Elisa fell into something of a slumber.

Later it was the intense pain in her shoulders and legs that woke Elisa up and made her aware of her surroundings. Though she could not see she could hear a constant hum—a sound she recognized as the inside of a plane during flight. Her head rolled slowly from side to side and she groaned into the fabric which had been stuffed into her mouth.

“Are we awake?”

Elisa stiffened when she heard the distinctly male voice. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she realized that she may have been standing here the whole time while this unidentified man watched her. At this time she also became aware of the fact she was still naked. Her skin broke into a rash of goosebumps that caused her nipples to become erect.

“I am going to remove your gag,” the disembodied voice said. She felt a slight stirring of air as the presence stepped near her and a pulling at the fabric tied around her mouth. It fell away from her lips as the voice said, “Please have the courtesy to thank your master for his generosity, slave.”

Elisa mouth worked slowly, opening and closing. Her tongue was thick and dry, all the moisture having been taken away by the gag. She did not answer right away choosing instead to focus on his words and getting her mouth to work again before she could formulate a response.

“Look, I don’t know who you are Mister, but I am no slave,” Elisa replied shaking her head as she did so. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I didn’t sign up for this sham. This is definitely not legal.”

“Thanks for removing the gag anyway,” she said. There seemed to be a change in the air around her and Elisa could have sworn she felt the heat from his body radiating off him. Did he step closer? She sensed that her response had not been taken well, but she had no idea what he was doing beneath the blindfold.

“Would you mind unlocking my legs and arms? They’re really bothering me.”

 

[Asobininryochan]

“At least, you have spirit…”

As he spoke, the man attached a pair of nipple clamps onto Elisa’s breasts. The metallic objects bit into her flesh as a jolt of electricity shocked the naïve slave – causing her to convulse uncontrollably as he continued to converse with his new property:

“If not sense…”

After switching off the power to his torture device, he then added:

“You will learn to obey…”

Quickly reactivating his instrument, the Master allowed Elisa to writhe in pain for several seconds before cutting off the flow of electricity going through her bosom:

“If you do not obey, you will be punished!”

Immediately, another excruciating surge made Elisa scream, which pleased her Master as he took pity on the Slave and deactivated his chosen method of discipline. Electrocuted to the point of numbness, the Master’s latest acquisition lost control and relieved her bladder onto the padded floor. As Elisa hung limply from her restraints, her Master lamented:

“Look! You made a mess of yourself!”

Suddenly, a jet of water from a hose aimed at Elisa’s crotch cleansed the slave’s privates of urine. Once he felt satisfied with the state of her genital hygiene, the Master redirected to water to other parts of her anatomy. The sweat that glossed her spent body disappeared with the ablution delivered indelicately all over her freezing figure.

The icy water produced satisfactory goose bumps that the Master desired on his erstwhile, defiant Slave. As Elisa shivered on her chains, he neared the humbled female. He hoped the warmth of his body might catch her attention as his hand took hold of Elisa’s chin. Raising her head so that her blinded gaze met his, he asked:

“Does this Slave wish to thank her Master for her bath?”

Meanwhile, the digits of his rubber-gloved hand caressed her cold cheeks as his other (equally insulated) hand prepared to flick a switch ready to transmit despair throughout Elisa’s wet body:

“Or shall this Slave receive further discipline from her Master?”

Furthermore, given their intimate proximity, the shaft of his hardening penis rubbed against unsmooth surface of Elisa’s stomach. As heat transferred from the Master’s hot manhood to his Slave’s cold flesh; his knee ground against Elisa’s vulva.

Gradually, as her frosty cunt transformed into a sultry orifice craving coitus with the virile member frotting on Elisa’s mound, her Master explained as he whispered into one of her ears:

“I can offer you pleasure if you choose to cooperate…”

Jerking the length of chain connecting her nipple clamps, the Master reemphasized the consequences of disobedience by reintroducing the sensation of physical pain:

“Alternatively, I can offer an eternity of misery if you continue to defy me!”

Simultaneously, the head of his now erect penis brushed her swollen labia. As his glans bathed in her warming juices, the Master yanked harder, causing Elisa’s breasts to jut out from her tortured body. Lubricated by her cum, he nudged the tip of his phallus against her maidenhead as the Master added:

“So, please consider your options before giving me your answer, Slave…”