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Tiffany’s long night at the club.

Tiffany stood on the sidewalk shivering in the cold New York January air. Her mistress was busy paying the driver of their limousine. The barely hip length cloak covering her upper body did nothing to stop the cold air from sweeping up and across her almost visible bare pussy.

But that wasn’t the reason that caused a hurrying couple, bundled up for the cold and quickly passing by, to perform a double take as she stood there in her teetering heels, bare legs exposed to the world.

No, what shocked them was the fact Tiffany’s mouth was stuck wide open and an extremely thick and wide leather collar was belted around her neck. The leash that hung from it dangled down to her shivering thighs as it ran under her coat.

The large ring gag rammed into her mouth was making her drool. Drool that had a distinct white opaque color courtesy of their Limo driver. Her wet mouth was competing with two different flavors, that of her tangy mistress’ pussy and the Limo driver’s fresh deposit.

The smell of her Mistress’ sex was still pungent in Tiffany’s nose, but her throat was coated with semen. Tiffany lifted her head back and tried to swallow. Her mouth making some choking wet sounds as her Mistress, Lori, walked up behind her and patted Tiffany’s almost exposed naked bum.

“Thanks for tipping the driver with your mouth, dear, it saved me a lot cash that I can spend on drinks for myself tonight.”

Lori, leaned in close to Tiffany and then kissed her on the cheek.

“And also, you did an amazing job tonguing my cunt. Telling the driver to the take the long way around Manhattan while having you lick and suck on pussy the whole way, that already made my night…Now come.”

Lori reached into the cloak covering Tiffany’s upper half and found the leash hanging there from her collar. She gave it a tug and then led Tiffany up the steps leading to an imposing upper Manhattan brownstone. The location of one very special and highly private club.

As the pair approached the huge brown oak doors, Tiffany caught a heel and almost tripped. Her body bent over, but she quickly up righted herself because of her well-toned legs.

“Careful, slave. Pay attention when you’re being led like this, Geeze, you could do some serious damage to that pretty face, stumbling like this. And then what? I would have to get a new slave now wouldn’t I?”

Moaning through her gag, an indecipherable apology, Tiffany glanced over her shoulder to catch sight of the limo driver still standing there. His phone was out and filming the whole thing.

She didn’t know it, but her toned bare legs and the shapely cheeks of her bare ass, nicely exposed as she stumbled on the stairs, would be the fodder for the limo drivers many wanking sessions for days to come. And by weeks end the video itself would be up on many a porn sharing sites.

Suddenly she felt her collar tighten and she was jerked in through the imposing doors. She took a few hurried steps to keep pace with her mistress and then came to stop in a large red draped vestibule.

The heat in the room hit Tiffany’s exposed flesh and she gave one last full body shiver. Then the heat soaked into her skin and she audibly moaned in relief. Her moan was startled to a stop when large beefy hands rested on her shoulders.

With a tug, the large hands pulled off her cloak exposing all of Tiffany’s upper torso that had been hidden underneath. And the view underneath made the man who had taken the cloak, smile. It also made the newly arrived, grey haired woman, grin as she swept aside a plush red drape and stepped fully into view.

“Oh, that looks sweet, Lori. Is that new for your slave?” The elderly woman asked as she stepped forward and she tugged on Tiffany’s brass nipple tag. The tag annocuned that Tiffany was owned since it just said, ‘LORI’s’

The woman ventured around a shivering Tiffany. She stopped beside Tiffany to run her wrinkled hand down the leather that encased Tiffany’s arms.

“No Madame Louise, I have had this one for a while, but I haven’t made her wear it to the club yet. This weather tonight, I thought, was perfect opportunity for her to wear it out in public.”

The tightly belted arm binder shifted as Tiffany moved her limbs, the little she was allowed into the tight-fitting leather harness. She let out another little moan as the old woman cupped Tiff’s sex and she began to rub it gently.

Madame Louise smiled at the shivering Tiffany and then stated the obvious.

“Well slave, I too think you look downright marvelous in this binder. It should work well for the job we have lined up for you tonight. Did you get my email, Lori, about the Club’s need for tonight?”

Tiffany’s mistress nodded her head, “Yes, I saw that you needed a cleanup slave for the departure lounge. And I think my slave will endeavor to perform that job beyond your expectations. You agree, slave?”

Tiffany’s forehead was crinkled up in an obvious look of confusion. ‘What was a clean up slave’ she wondered. And what happened to being brought to the Club to be enjoyably fucked by random men and women?

“I know, slave, there’s been a change in plans. Well at least in the plans we have for how you are to be used tonight. Now come on, you need to be put in your place and ready to serve, when the time arises.”

Lori tugged harshly on Tiffany’s leash making the slave girl almost trip. Her mistress then led the confused and now frightened slave girl off to a nearby room. She made her stand at a spot dead center of the small red walled room.

The room was set just off the main lounge area where Tiffany could look in and see the debauchery already happening. The scenes she could see happening made her inner thighs clench and her pussy became even more damp.

Over in the main lounge nearest the passageway Tiffany could see a skinny blonde on her knees. Her leash hung down between her thighs and she had a cock in each hand. She was taking turns sucking on each cock as the men above her talked about the price she should be sold for.

Next to them in a pink latex dress and long haired pink wig a sissy bitch was bent over a leather padded spanking bench and cuffed down. Her shaved balls were ziptied and her mistress was happily drilling her strap-on dick deep into her lube dripping ass.

Tiffany gulped as she stood there watching those scenes and more in the background. She had to take her eyes away from the perverted scenes when her mistress yanked on her leash.

For one brief moment Tiffany then had a momentary reprieve of her deeply uncomfortable oral situation as her mistress, to Tiffany’s surprise, removed the ring gag.

“No fucking for you just yet, slave. Your role tonight demands that you stay in this room for the entire evening…And your slobbering mouth be quite agile…Now drop to your knees.”

Tiffany nodded and murmured out an obliging, “Yes Mistress.” As she dropped to one knee and then the other. The arm binder bondage made her descent to her knees a slightly wobbly affair.

She knelt there wondering what would come next as she noticed the steel hoop bolt anchored firmly into the floor, between her knees. A newly arrived male servant to the old woman quickly leaned over and knotted Tiffany’s leash to the steel hoop.

Then another shadow appeared in front of Tiffany, and she looked up to see the old woman, Madame Louise, standing there with her dress hoisted up over her thick grey-haired pussy.

In her other hand that wasn’t holding up her dress, she held a massive butt plug. She smirked down at a very nervous Tiffany and told her,

“If you don’t want this brutal thing stuck up in your ass for the rest of the night, I suggest you make sure that your lovely tongue and lips get good and deep into my old shriveled pussy…and make me cum…Or you might have a very uncomfortable evening waiting for your turn to provide your valuable service to the club members.”

Tiffany gulped and nodded as if understanding fully the reason for her being brought to the small side room. But she still didn’t know why. The one thing she did know was that she emphatically did not want the huge butt ripping anal plug stuffed in her ass, for what might be hours.

Her nervous eyes glanced over to Lori. Her grinning mistress only giggled and said,

“Eat Madame’s hairy cunt out, slave, like you’ve been told. If you don’t want your tender tight asshole to suffer.”

Lori turned to Madame Lousie and added,

“I am sure she will do it well and get her tongue deep into your slit, like she does with me. If not, also add some very painful alligator clamps to her nipples too. She hates those…And if that still doesn’t incentivize her to eat you to climax… please by all means stuff her ass as punishment for not performing well.”

Lori ginned down at her trembling slave girl and waggled her fingers in goodbye.

“Toodle Loo, slave. Now be a good lezzy slut and bury your face in Madame Louise’s hairy cunt…I am off to find a chained down 18 year old brunette to thrust my strap-on into. “

Tiffany swallowed hard as her mistress sauntered off and disappeared into the main lounge. When she refocused her eyes, just inches away from them was Madame Louise’s musky smelling pussy.

“Now show me how good you are, slave! How badly you want your ass spared, before we lash you down for the night as our clean up cunt!”

Tiffany still had no idea what Madame Lousie was talking about. But that had to be kept secondary to making sure she got the old woman off. That she got the leering vintage dominatrix to squirt all over her cunt lapping face as she knelt there on the floor.

...Moments Later…

Was Tiffany relieved that the huge horrific looking butt plug now lay on the floor beside her…and not in her ass? Why yes…But was she comfortable at all? Heck NO!

She was whimpering as she knelt there, her face damp and streaked from the residue of Madame Lousie’s very squirty and wet climax. Her wet face was almost at the floor level. The old woman’s male servant had drawn most of Tiffany’s leash through the metal bolt on the floor and re-tied it.

She couldn’t lift her head up more than a few inches above the floor. The belts Madame Lousie male servants had fitted around her thighs and ankles meant she was a scrunched-up mess on the floor.

Every part of Tiffany’s body ached as she knelt there in the most subservient of poses. One of Madame’s male servants was still standing over her and grunting.

Tiffany tried to shift her leather bound arms behind her back and move her head enough to chance a glance up at what he was doing. She never got her eyes to look up as high as needed before she could feel his freshly ejected cum hit her in the side of the face.

Splotches of opaque white semen landed on her right cheek and even in her ear and on her hair. She shuddered as his ejaculations kept degradingly hitting her head, hair, and the space of flesh still showing between her shoulder blades.

Large splatters of cum hit the floor in front of her grimacing face and some even dripped off her cheek to join those wet sticky splatters. When his grunts stopped and his shoes thumped away, Tiffany thought the worst was over. She was wrong.

She let out a long pain filled scream as something stiff, narrow and almost skin breaking, cracked loudly across her exposed ass. When it struck her two more times, the bawling Tiffany could only scream out,

“WHAT? WHAT DO I NEED TO DO? PLEASSSE TELL ME? WHAT?”

As the red hot sting in her ass very slowly subsided, Tiffany through her teary eyes saw the heels of Madame Louise reappear by her head. The black tip of a slick and narrow carbon fiber cane tapped at the floor in front of Tiffany’s trembling face.

The tip of the cane circled into the splatters of cum. Some stuck to the tip and Tiffany watched nervously as the cum tainted tip came over to touch her quivering lips. Above her Madame Louise growled,

“You are useless cleanup cunt for tonight. That is your one and only job, slave. There will be not one drop off cum left under your quivering, whimpering chin tonight, and not one drop of jizz, spunk, semen or pussy juice left on anyone’s shoes, heels or boots when they leave my club tonight. Your pretty cunt loving tongue and cock swallowing lips will make sure of that…or your punishment will be worse than this cane and that butt plug…trust me!”

Staring at the semen spattered floor and not showing her disgust laced grimace, Tiffany nodded and agreed with a most meekly uttered “Yes, Madame” before she sucked on the end of the cane.

Tiffany strained her neck and stuck out her tongue. Her utterly demeaning goal, to lap up every last drop of semen Madame’s male servant had left on the floor. A goal she worked hard to achieve over the next few minutes as a cane tapping Madame Louise studied her from above.

Demeaning job done, Tiffany sniffled and then flinched as the old mistress tapped her side boob with the cane. The true nature of her expected role hitting her full force as the old woman told her,

“Good girl…You seem to like lapping up disgusting bodily fluids…this is good because the club is full and there will be lots of messy shoes and feet for you to lick and suck on later.”

The sound of being stuck in such a position for hours made Tiffany’s eyes tear up even more. And for the next several hours the poor slave girl spent her evening alone in the side room wondering what her true use would be.

...Hours later…

Tiffany’s trapped trembling body ached. She ached to be up off her sore knees. She ached to be able to use her leather trapped arms. But none of that would happen soon. It was just wishful thinking as she crouched there with another expensive, man’s designer dress shoe shoved in her face.

The gruff voice of the man wearing the shoe barked out above her, “Lick it damn clean, you useless dirty cunt. I want to see your teary face mirrored in it after you lick up all the damn cum that splattered on it tonight.”

The shoe came up and knocked a whimpering Tiffany in her chin. Then without warning the tip of the shoe nudged at her pursed lips. Lips she obediently and wisely opened wide so she could suck on the tip of his pointed loafer and then begin licking the layers of crusted up semen off the toe.

When Tiffany had had dutifully cleaned both these man’s shoes, the taste of dried spunk fully coating her mouth, his feet disappeared. But they were soon replaced by another pair of large expensive shoes, tainted with god knows what kind of bodily ejections.

And feet after feet kept appearing. Usually, it was a deep male voice above her. But there were a few female ones too.

Giggling or sounding beyond bitchy and superior as they mocked Tiffany’s position and they took delight in telling her to lick clean all the semen and vaginal excrements that dirtied their expensive designer footwear.

At one point, after hours of Tiffany being kept painfully crouched and humiliatingly licking, the next man in line took he oral cleaning servitude a step further. He turned himself around so he could easily show Tiffany the filthy sole of his fancy dress shoe.

“Give it a good licking, slave. I stepped in something rather disgusting in the bathroom and I don’t dare step into my limo like this.” He uttered as he pushed the sole of his shoe into Tiffany’s anguished face.

When Tiffany was too slow to start licking clean the bottom of the sole, her reluctance was rewarded with a surprise she did not see coming. A painful surprise the hunched over and tethered down Tiffany had not sensed coming at all.

Behind her, Madame Lousie had been standing there and with a swift kick of her extremely long pointed heels, she drove the near spikey toe into Tiffany’s puffy mound of flesh.

The old woman wriggled the toe of her shoe around in Tiffany’s folds before pulling her foot back and kicking the poor blubbering slave girl one more time.

She repeated the procedure again, one more time, but this time she aimed her pointy toe at Tiffany’s puckered and well positioned anus. The long toe of the black Cruella pumps penetrated Tiffany’s asshole, and the trapped slave girl screamed.

Over Tiffany’s wailing Madame let her know,

“Do you want me to kick you there for the rest of the evening, or will you do your job and lick our visitors’ shoes good and clean? Like you’ve been ordered!”

“No, Madame…pleassse, I will clean. I will lick…I will do my job.” Tiffany sputtered out as the woman twisted and wriggled her foot around. The toe of the shoe was well inserted into Tiffany’s stinging ass.

Above her she could hear laughter and then mocking jeers. There was a new lineup of men, and some women, still stretching back into the main lounge.

She hurriedly went back to licking. Licking the sole of the nameless man’s shoe and trying her best not to despair in what she was probably cleaning up with her mouth. The taste so truly disgusting that she wished to be lapping up some crusty semen.

Job done on his shoes, another pair of feet appeared in her limited view. Knowing how it felt to get kicked in her pussy and asshole with Madame’s sharply pointed shoes, Tiffany clenched her eyes shut and obligingly kept up her demeaning oral cleaning of the guests sex covered shoes.

…Much later…Tiffany’s mouth sore, her tongue numb, and her lips swollen…

Lori stood over top of her slave. Her freshly licked clean high heel was resting on the bit of semen splattered shoulder blade flesh showing just above Tiffany’s strict armbinder.

Tiffany’s ponytail was stuck under part of the shoe, and she was trying not to shriek from the painful pull on her hair.

“You’ve been a great cleanup slave for the party tonight. I am so glad I brought you. And how’s your ass? I hear you needed some incentive to keep doing a good job?”

Tiffany sniffled down below her Mistress. She nodded a little and winced. The stiff thick collar locked around her neck was passed being comfortable and now a true torment.

She then had to bite back a surprise laden squeal as Lori removed her foot and then like Madame earlier, she kicked Tiffany’s pussy.

Fortunately, the kick was a much softer one then Madame Lousie’s. But like Madame, Lori kept the pointy toe of her bright blue shoe wedged into Tiffany’s swollen pussy lips. Lips that she began to massage with the shoe toe at just the right pressure that always made Tiffany moan.

She ran the tip along the seam of Tiffany’s pussy, making sure to dig it in every time the slave girl let out a deep whimpering moan, which was now one every few seconds.

“Does slave need a reward for performing so well at lapping up spilled cum, dripped cunt juices and god knows what else?”

Lori’s question was met with a deep groan from down below and a sobbed out, “Yes please, Mistress…Please…Yes Pleaassse.”

Tiffany’s hips were now even moving in circles so that she could add an extra bit of pressure into her pussy, just where she needed it, as Lori’s hard pointy shoe ran back and forth over Tiffany’s engorged clit.

Tiffany was gasping and so close to orgasming when suddenly another shoe appeared in front of her face. She blinked at the extremely pointy shoe. She even chanced a glance upward at the old female face smiling down at her.

“You forgot to clean my shoes, slave. Or are you to prissy to clean your own cunt and ass filth?”

Madame Louise didn’t wait for an answer. She just stuck her shoe into Tiffany’s open and gasping mouth. The approaching orgasm Tiffany was about to experience leaving her mouth open in the best way for the domineering old woman to stick her sex dirtied shoe into.

Madame slid her hand up under her skirt and she began to rub her old pussy with glee as she watched Tiffany’s mouth suck on the toe of the shoe. The fact that the shoe had already been in the slobbering slave girl’s cunt and ass made the old woman’s cunt began to discharge as she instantly orgasmed.

Down below her squirting old cunt, a groaning Tiffany may have had her own ass and cunt filth shoved in her mouth, but she barely registered the degradation one should feel. She was too lost in the intense sensation of having her mistress perfectly put her shoe in Tiffany’s other end. The end that mattered.

And within seconds her Mistress’ shoe tip had Tiffany cumming with an intensity that had the poor trapped slave girl screaming around the shoe stuffed in her mouth. An oral and vaginal shoe fucking that Tiffany had no idea would make her cum so hard, that she pissed herself.

….

The drive in the Limo, back to Lori’s Brooklyn brownstone was almost over. Tiffany looked up from between Lori’s knees and tried her best to look apologetic. She licked her lips and said,

“I am so sorry, Mistress. I am so sorry I peed on your shoes. But I think they are perfectly clean now.”

Lori smiled down at her truly remorseful looking slave girl, still snuggly trapped in her arm binder. She yanked up on Tiffany’s leash so that the kneeling slave girl had to rise up and put her face just inches away from Lori’s heaving cleavage.

“They may be clean, but you were one dirty little slave cunt tonight. So when we get home, I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

Tiffany gulped and nodded. A look of fear flashed over her face as she murmured into Lori’s tits, “Yes ma, am…I understand.”

It was an answer that made Lori giggle as she thought about the many degrading and painful ways she could teach her slave slut a lesson. So she simply replied,

“Oh sweet slave…I don’t think you do…”

…The end for now….

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theseptumslave · 2 months ago

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The strict captivity demanded by the buyers meant there was only one way to move young Amanda around.

A Helen Hardstone Story….

She could feel the lecherous man named Viktor, snapping shut some small padlocks on the steel rings that freshly encircled her upper arms. There was the sound of more bolts tightening as he used some tools to finish the requested job.

Amanda blinked hard and moaned, the steel ring in her mouth was making her drool like crazy as she lay there on her side.

Her naked body was shivering. Well almost naked, for she still had on her one and only piece of allowed clothing. Her white knee socks that had been part of her school uniform.

Though they weren’t that white anymore, from months of wearing them. She blinked again and then began to make some serious distress laden noises. The fear and panic she felt at being so well secured was getting worse by the second.

The reason being? Well now that Viktor had finished tightening all the bolts to her new and highly restrictive restraints he was grinning down at her and slowly unzipping his fly.

He then dropped to his knees and took Amanda’s quaking head in his hands, jerking her head and her entire steel locked body around, so it was into a position that let his stiff jutting cock easily slide in through her mouth ring.

…

Helen Hardstone’s heels clicked along on the polished marble floor. She came to a plain looking steel door simply marked ‘2024’ with the bold letters ‘F, G, H’ labelled below the number.

“I’ll have to get Viktor to update that now, seeing how we’ve finally sold F for such a wonderful price.” She said to only her grinning self as she pushed open the door.

The smile was partly from the thought of how much cash she had just come into for selling only this one item, and of course for how happy she was to see that item moaning away on the floor of its windowless subterranean cell.

Helen pushed her way in and there she was, her just sold item. A naked young woman not even out of her teens, laying on her side in the throes of some serious agony and stuck in some very strict steel bondage.

A sadistically cruel agony brought on by the strict steel that freshly trapped her shuddering limbs and by what Viktor was up to, or should we say attempting to do.

When the shrieking girl wouldn’t stop trying to wriggle away from the obviously pissed off man, he took the compact shock baton he had in his right hand and he pressed it hard into her right tit. Digging it in with a sneer and making sure to bury the pair of electrodes into her soft breast flesh.

Over the quaking girl’s loud screams of shock induced pain, Viktor shouted up at his boss.

“The little slut isn’t making it easy to load her up! She was compliant when I skull fucked her. But the moment I locked her in the steel hog tie frame, she went all ape shit on me as I tried to load her on the trolley.”

Helen smirked at Viktor’s turn of phrase. The man did like to go around sticking his dick into all the held open mouths of Helen’s inventory. Many a girl that Helen had sold had unwillingly learned their deep throating skills due to Viktor’s enthusiastic efforts.

Viktor decided to move the shock device to the wailing girl’s left tit and nipple. The next set of pain filled squeals, that painful tit torture made spew out of the girl’s ring gagged mouth, caused Helen to cover her ears.

But it didn’t stop Helen from driving the toe of her pointy Louboutin directly into the young woman’s mound. Helen was an expert at using her outrageously expensive shoes very hard toes, to find that most sensitive of spots in a woman’s body, her clit.

The domineering woman dug her hard toe into the girl’s seam until she could feel pelvic bone. With a little shift of her pointy toe, she felt the texture of the wailing and panicked girl’s sexual nub.

“Do you still want this to be part of your body? If so, then stop being a whiny and disobedient little slut! Be a good slut and let Viktor put you on the trolley! Think of it this way sweetie, you’ve been sold, finally, just like the other two girls who used to keep you company.”

The girl’s despondent eyes blinked up at Helen with dawning understanding of what was happening. It only seemed to make her open mouth groaning sound even more distress laden.

This didn’t bother Helen at all. If anything it made the stern woman’s pussy, barely hidden by her short skirt, even more damp. After all, lording over young women and making their lives hell was what got Helen off.

Helen again poked her toe into the flesh of the girl’s shivering body. This time into her belly button as she purred down at the girl.

“So now after many months, you can finally leave this tiny little room. But it’s only happening by you being locked onto the trolley, so we can tow you off to your new owners.”

The four wheeled steel cart, or trolley as Helen liked to call it, was sitting there only a few feet away from the now sobbing girl. She nodded her head as she lay there stuck on her side.

Her perspective of the sick things these people had done to her, had once been utterly unbelievable…before they became all too believable and real.

The tears flowing out of Amanda’s eyes started to slow as Viktor put the shock baton aside. She blinked up at this cruel pair and prayed it wouldn’t get any worse, but with this sadistic woman who kept her captive, the young Amanda never knew what horrific torment was up next.

Amanda’s jaws hurt so bad from the cruel steel ring keeping them spread open. The strap holding the device in place was overly tight and had been for days now. She gurgled as she lay there and some of Viktor’s semen, still swirling under her tongue, found its way back into her throat.

She tried to move her trapped arms, then her legs, even her hands, but everything was stuck in place. Stuck immovable in ways a hundred times more brutal than the normal mass of ropes and simple cuffs she was kept captive in.

“Not liking your new bondage gear, 2024 F?” Helen snickered addressing the whimpering Amanda with the only identity she had been given in this place.

2024-F was branded into the teen’s flesh in various places. The F identified that she had been the 6th girl ‘acquired’ by Helen in 2024.

A girl kept captive for months and only sold now that the year 2025 was well under way. But Helen had been holding out for a very high offer for this one. And she had gotten it.

Amanda could only groan as Viktor grabbed her freshly steel ringed upper arms and he rolled her over onto her bare stomach. Then he grabbed the ‘T’ shape of metal that was bolting all her rigid steel ankle, wrist and elbow cuffs together, and he began to lift.

The squealing young woman started to thrash about again as she dangled in his grip. The pain she was feeling in her limbs and shoulders was unreal as she landed with a loud smack onto the cold steel flatbed of the cart.

Within seconds Viktor was back down in front of Amanda’s slobbering stuck open mouth. He held a short steel rod in his hand that she soon found out was just another piece of her strict inescapable restraints.

He bottled it into the cart and then fastened it to the front of her collar. Amanda’s terrified eyes were about the only thing that could shift around now as Viktor began to even apply more ropes to her body.

One rope had him grunting loudly as he cinched it tight around her waist and under the cart. His roaming hands plunged and groped everywhere on her trembling and naked torso.

From her pussy to her tits and ass, he was enjoying the feel of her soft smooth youthful skin. He commented with a lick of his lips,

“This one was nice to have for the 6 months we had it! So soft and fun to fuck. I’ am glad you held out for such high price, Ma am. What did they pay for it again?”

Amanda groaned deeply as her new strictly bound position on the cart began to make her muscles ache and she listened to the evil pair talk about how they had sold her just like a piece of meat.

Helen smirked and tossed a pair of nipple clamps down onto the cart. They landed with a loud metallic clang, right beside Amanda’s right tit.

The young woman pinched her eyes shut and began to make interesting whining noises through her massive jaw stretching ring gag that made Helen grin as he half answered her employee.

“I can’t tell you that now, can I Viktor, or you would want a raise? But let’s just say she went for a price that will supply me with my lovely weekly purchase of Louboutin’s… for close to a good year!”

Helen bent down and then slapped Amanda’s bottom letting the now whimpering and crying girl know,

“I’ll miss your tongue on my pussy. You were such a good pussy licker. But never fear. The people who bought you know all about your cunt lapping skills and I don’t think they’ll go to waste.”

“Which reminds me, Viktor, you have to insert this. The new buyers were quiet adamant about it being in her tongue before she’s brought out to them and then shipped.”

Helen tossed Viktor a nearly 3cm in diameter brass ring, It was the kind they usually inserted through a screaming girl’s nipples or sometimes even a clit.

This time though Helen let him know, “They demand it be pierced through her tongue. So it’s a good thing she’s had that ring gag in that pretty cock sucking hole of hers for the last long while. Should make putting it in a breeze, no?”

Viktor grinned with delight and nodded. Any time he got to puncture, pierce or add some metal to some shrieking and begging captive slut’s most delicate parts, it made his day.

“I will put it in its wriggling pink cock stroker right now ma’am. You want to stay and watch? Or even help? You can hold the pliers and hold her tongue out while I do the spiking and then ring insertion. She’ll be a blubbering screaming mess, just like you like. Tongues can be really sensitive.”

He chuckled as he reached over and from his tool kit and he extracted the pliers and needles he needed.

The sight of these horrific things had Amanda freaking out so much, and her rigidly restrained body trying to vainly thrash so much, that the cart even started to shift around on the stained cement floor.

With one quick movement of her toe, Helen locked the cart’s back wheels with the small lever attached to the wheel. The silly rolling about that Amanda’s hysterical useless flailing about had created came to a sudden halt. Joking loudly Helen said,

“Sadly, that’s all the work I can spare to do, Viktor. The buyers have arrived, and I need to go entertain them…Well, me and the slave I had brought up from downstairs B grade cells. I gave them each a whip to use on the chubby whore I had strung up in the inspection lounge for their arrival. Hopefully her fat ass has kept them entertained while I dealt with this.”

Viktor nodded and let Helen know it would be maybe ten or fifteen minutes before he dragged the slave’s body down to the inspection room.

After all the piercing would take just a few minutes, but the skull fucking of the wailing bitch, after her new tongue ring was in, would take much longer. And he wanted to feel how this slave slut’s blood coated mouth and new tongue ring would feel on his cock.

When Helen exited the room, the hysterical screaming was again reaching top volume. Helen quickly turned her head and took one last look into the room.

The middle-aged Dom’s pussy went instantly wet as she observed Amanda’s tongue being pulled way out with pliers held in Viktor’s left hand. His right hand of course bearing down on her tongue with his most sharp, thick and long piercing tool.

Shaking her head and planning on rubbing one out later with one of her newer acquisitions, Helen headed down the hall to meet her wealthy clients.

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In the room which Helen called the inspection lounge, her two clients were sitting down and having a drink. The whips she had let them borrow were on the floor at the couple’s feet. The couple being a husband and wife.

“Mr. Bryce Johnson and Ms. Miriam Johnson, so lovely to see you again. I hope you found the plump thing I left hanging around in here for you suitably entertaining? I hope it made your wait less boring?”

Mr. Johnson smiled and nodded. He rubbed his palms and then pointed over at the curvy woman dangling from the ceiling by her shackled wrists.

The well whipped up woman was barely conscious and whimpering. Her toes barely touched the polished wood floors. Her back was a mass of red and swollen up whip marks and so were her tits. Both her front and back had been ravaged by the couple.

What made Helen giggle though was the sight of the handprint bruises forming on the suspended woman’s large ass cheeks.

“He couldn’t resist slapping an ass that large. Hell, I couldn’t resist whipping the shit out of tits that large. It was fun…Thank you.” Miriam Johnson smiled at Helen.

“Yes, it was fun to slap and watch that much flesh jiggle under my palm. Our collection of slaves only includes young ones with tight asses and perky tits.” Mr. Johnson replied as he continued to rub his overheated and still stinging hand.

“We may need to get us a fat one like that. They probably go for cheap compared to what the wife here likes to buy.” He added, which only got him a kick in the shins and smirk from his wife.

“I like then young, lean, perky and ready to squeal and beg for mercy…Just like Helen does.” Mariam Johnson said with a wink over the rim of her martini glass at the grinning Helen.

“And so, Ms. Hardstone is our purchase on the way? We’re so excited to see her. I can’t wait to tell the cute thing what kind of deviant and perverse life we have in store for her. Those rigid restraints that we picked out for her…once she learns they are never coming off…The look on her face alone will probably make me cum in my panties!”

Mariam Johnson’s voice was so excited and so loud it carried out the open hallway door and down the hall where a sweaty Viktor was walking and dragging behind him the cart which contained Amanda’s rigidly trapped body.

Amanda had heard every sick and frightening word. Her tears began to freely race down her cheeks again and she tried to gurgle out some sort of begging plea.

Though now her held open mouth would never easily let out another decipherable syllable. The huge ring stuck through her tongue would make sure of that, along with the fact that right now her tongue degradingly and painfully hung out of her mouth, and she could not pull it back in.

The weight of the dangling shock prod attached to the poor girl’s tongue was making sure her cum coated tongue was useless at the moment. As useless as every steel ringed and bolted down limb on her body was.

Viktor wheeled in Amanda so that she lay there in her hog bound steel captivity for all the room to see. Miriam Johnson clapped her hands together in glee. Excited, she quickly stepped towards the trolley and dropped to one knee.

Amanda’s horror filled eyes tried to follow the delighted woman’s long nailed fingers as they caressed and stroked every part of Amanda’s bare and trembling flesh.

Miriam explored all of Amanda’s new steel restraints, checking to make sure they were good and tight. The last thing she did was give a strong tug on the small chain attached to the girl’s nipple clamps. The resulting open mouth squeal was just what Miriam had hoped to hear.

“She’s perfect, Bryce…Just perfect! And look at this wonderful trolley and the steel restraints they put her in. It’s perfectly like I explained to Helen what I wanted. Though I am finding the electric shock device stuck to her tongue unexpected, but highly amusing. I like!”

Viktor shrugged, “The little slut was being more belligerent than most. So I figured she needed some incentive to behave. I thought it would help to keep a reminder close to her that she better behave…or there would be painful consequences.”

Viktor nudged the loudly sniveling Amanda’s left ass cheek with his black leather boot. Many pairs of red dots were lightly burned into the girl’s bottom.

“There’s a couple of spots you can’t see, down in between its cute ass cheeks and on its pussy. Shock the little bitch there and it will do anything you want. I promise.”

“I will keep that in mind. Do we get to take the shock tool home with her?” Miriam asked up at Helen as she also gave the tool a tug and she pulled Amand’s tongue out of her mouth.

Helen nodded, “For the price you and your husband paid for this delectable piece of teen pussy, you can take home the cart, the shock baton and a few other things I am sure she’ll not like. Viktor can do up a whole thank you parting package with dildo’s, clamps and an assortment of gags.”

Once again Miriam clapped her hands together in excited glee. She stood back up, her skirt riding high from being crouched down.

Not caring that the others were watching, she reached up under exposed panty. She rubbed herself a few times and with a loud sigh, she then shimmied back down her skirt.

Mr. Johnson chuckled and Helen smirked for she knew what Ms. Johnson was going through. The impatient horny delight of having a new trussed up plaything. Taking another sip of her martini, Helen said,

“I must ask, what are your plans with her? Your request for the tongue piercing and the strict steel containment have me very intrigued.”

Miriam almost did a dance in her low cut high heeled boots. The gold ‘M’ that dangled from them was only a short distance away from Amanda’s distraught and tear dripping face.

“Oh, we have another slave, not much older than this one, that I’ve enjoyed learning how to pierce and ring her most sensitive parts. We’ve got her now stuck some seriously strict and uncomfortable bondage too. Just like you!”

Miriam pointed and giggled down at Amanda.

“What I plan on doing is taking this new one and attaching her tongue to that slave’s clit, and vice versa! Can you imagine how deviant and twisted it will look for the two of them to lay there trapped in steel and their tongues and clits stuck together. Stuck until I decide which one I want to release and have eat my pussy. Oh, it will be heaven!”

Amanda heard this and of course freaked out. Her trapped body futilely straining at the steel bondage that kept her inescapably fixed to the cart.

It was a nightmare scenario of sexually enslaved captivity she could barely imagine but soon would be living.

Her freak out of deep sniveling sobs and gurgled screams, with her tongue hanging out of her ring gagged mouth, continuing out the exit and to the waiting truck as Miriam happily pulled the trolley along.

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