Emma sobbed as she was roughly pulled back into the basement she had spent the last month trying to escape from. The metal hooks yanking her nostrils made her face ache while the spider gag held her mouth firmly open.
The woman who had been training her for the past 4 weeks since her kidnapping had nothing but resentment and hatred in her eyes as she looked down at the captive sobbing as she was locked up in thick metal restraints.
"Oh you fucked up pig. You fucked up big time."
Emma hated this bitch. She had been so scared of the woman when she arrived. But she knew fighting wouldn't help when she was tied up, so she had played along with the woman's sick games. Acted the part of a meek submissive. She had been obedient as she could be when the evil bitch spoke of selling her at auction. She waited for a moment she could escape.
Emma had watched other girls taken to auction, some of them trussed up, or in heavy chains, sold to evil rich folk who enjoyed breaking in reluctant girls. Emma realised quickly that she didn't want to end up taken like that. She also saw more compliant girls lead up there in nothing but a collar and leash.
Crawling on the floor would be demeaning, but it would mean she had her limbs free to fight, to run when the chance came. She had to play along as she was trained for use, learned to bite her lip and take the humiliation. To worship this ugly old bitch who seemed to enjoy finding new ways to debase her. The weeks felt like hell, but it would be worth it she thought.
Finally the woman told her she was set for auction. She had tried not to look too excited, fearful the woman might read into her plan. As she had hoped she was lead from the basement in nothing but a collar and leash. She was loaded into the back of a van along with another girl, who apparently hadn't been so well behaved - she was still squirming while hogtied and gagged as they secured her.
Emma knelt obediently in the corner of the van, pretending not to pay attention to the loose knot securing her collar to the vehicle's inner frame. As soon as the door closed and she felt the van in motion she scrambled in the dark, untethering the chain clumsily as the van bounced around. Then she slowly slid herself forward, ready to pounce when the doors opened.
Around an hour later Emma felt the van pull up and her body surged with adrenaline. The door opened and she was greeted with the shocked face of her handler. Emma had removed the collar and was swinging the leash like a weapon as she leapt out, smacking the woman who had 'trained' her and sending her yelping and sprawling to the ground. Emma landed on the floor of what appeared to be some large indoor garage and headed for the nearest door, ignoring the women yelling behind her.
Emma knew she had to act fast, she had the element of surprise, but there was only so far that would get her. She was naked, and even without a collar that could only mean one thing to these people. She had no way to blend in, no idea how big this building was or where the exits were, and no idea how many other evil assholes were in the area. She found a stairwell and headed up, hoping that she could find a way out of a window when nobody was looking.
The building was like an old factory. Brick walls, concrete flooring, metal stairs. She was only too aware of the noise she made, slowing her pace so her feet made less noise with each step she took up. She burst out through a door onto the third floor and was happy to find it empty. The floor here was wooden, and she found herself in a large space with rows and rows of empty cages. The thick metal bars made her shudder as she imagined poor girls being loaded into these for shipping off. This just made her more determined. She wouldn't leave here in one of those.
Suddenly she heard the door behind her swing open, and she quickly hopped behind a set of cages, hoping the dark shadows would hide her from view as a tall woman in thick leather trench coat began walking down the row of cages.
"Come out girlie, you're safe now. I'll look after you." the woman cooed as she slowly walked around the room, occasionally stopping to listen for any telltale signs of Emma's presence. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm on my own, I can help you." The woman promised, and Emma almost wanted to believe her. Almost wanted to let this hero rescue her properly. But she knew better. This was not a trap she would fall for, so she held her breath and tried to make herself as small as possible as she listened to those leather boots walk around the room.
The mysterious woman took her time, but finally seemed to leave, she heard the door close behind her before the sound of a bolt sliding across in the heavy door frame. Shit, they were locking the place down.
Emma was alone, and unlikely to be disturbed, but now she had to find a way out and her options seemed limited. Looking over at the windows she saw all of them covered with metal bars. Clearly the people running this place took the security more seriously than her handler had.
She found a rack with various devices laid out on it, plugs, vibrators, dildos, as well as gags, chains and collars. She wasn't confident any of them would make a good weapon for her to wield, the chain was more likely to just give her position away and everything else would be laughable to try to attack someone with.
Emma frantically tried to look for another way out, but there was nothing. All this effort and she was just as much a prisoner as she was before. She could hear commotion outside, she wondered if her escape had delayed whatever auction happened in this place. She did the only thing she could do at the time, hide and wait.
Hours seemed to pass, before she heard the door unbolt and open, and a group of women entered, wearing matching PVC dresses, their demeanor as sadistic as her handler had been. Emma felt the same pang of disgust she had felt before as she saw slave girls being brought in, all of them secured together with heavy chains linked to thick metal collars, their hands tightly bound and their mouths gagged.
Emma could only look on in horror as one by one the bound women were unshackled, checked over and then reshackled and lead into one of the cages. Some cried, tears running down their faces, while others seemed resigned to their fate and merely lowered their heads.
Suddenly she heard the conversation turn to her own escapades. "No sign of the escapee then?" asked one of the PVC clad women to another.
"Not yet, but it can't have gotten far, none of the perimeter motion detectors were set off and security scrubbed the CCTV for any signs of its movements, it's probably hiding, making it so much worse for itself." The woman didn't even see her as a person, Emma wanted to jump up right there and beat the crap out of her, but she was heavily outnumbered and the door to escape was such a long way away. She gulped and kept listening.
"She'll get marked as unsold right?" asked another of the PVC clad women. To this the one with the clipboard who had been marking off the slave girls as they were processed looked up and answered.
"Already has been. Way too much risk keeping something like that around. It's best not to think about what happens to the unsold, ladies. We haven't had one since 2012, and you can still find that one on dark web live streams."
One of the other women laughed at this. "Might go have a look when we're done here, always interesting to see how they recoup the lost sales money off these things." She gestured to the queue of chained women before her. The others from the auction crew seemed to find this amusing, giggling to themselves before getting on with their tasks.
Emma watched as the rest of the chained women were placed in cages, some were given plugs or vibrators, others were hogtied tightly inside their new prisons. Finally the administration seemed to end and the woman with the clipboard made a call. Once finished she hung up just as the others were preparing to leave.
"Hold on a sec ladies, orders are to move twelve empties down for a loan pick up. Apparently Madame Katzya has a bus load of fresh ones she needs securing properly, doesn't want to take risks after tonight."
The other women seemed agitated at the extra work. "Twelve?! Where the hell does she find that many at once? That's going to be another hour before we are out of here."
"Stop complaining, we both know her supply means we get a good bonus, just take that stack from the far wall and begin loading on wheels, we can get them in the lift and be done here ASAP."
The women began taking trolleys and rolling them down toward the stacks of cages where Emma was hiding. Emma gulped, if she wasn't careful they would find her and all this work would be for nothing. She slid around further into the tiny gap at the back of the cages, but as they started removing them she had no choice. She crawled into one at the back as quietly as she could, hoping they would take some of the cages from the other side before hers was revealed. She felt herself trembling as she knelt on the cold metal watching her hiding space slowly disappear. Suddenly the black leather boots of one of the women was standing over the cage. Emma couldn't see the woman's face, she hoped to god the woman hadn't noticed her. She felt more vulnerable than ever.
The boots moved away, and Emma breathed a sigh of relief. She needed to get out of here, that was too close a call. She looked around trying to work out where to move to when the boots again walked up to the cage she was in. Now with a second pair following behind.
"Gonna need a hand with this one" said the voice from somewhere above her.
"Oh?" came the reply across the room, "Two of you not enough now?"
"Oh usually sure. This one's got some extra weight though."
Emma gasped as the woman crouched down, a wicked grin across her face. "Gotcha."
Emma screamed as in a flash the other woman produced a stick with two prongs at the end and jabbed it into Emma's exposed buttocks. The jolt of electricity made Emma twitch as she shrieked before splaying out on the floor of the cage. The other women were rushing over now, but Emma could barely focus.
Suddenly she felt arms pulling her from the cage, which now seemed so safe in comparison to what lie outside it waiting for her. A few more cattle prods kept her from fighting, as the women began tightly binding the girl up on the floor.
"Silly thing, the cages are for sold slave meat. I'm afraid you don't belong in something so comfy."
"F-f-fuck y-y-y-you" Emma managed through gritted teeth as her body was racked with pain.
"Go fetch it's handler, she'll be delighted to know her property's been recovered." the woman who appeared to be in charge ordered to one of the others. Then she turned to the women who were locking the heavy metal restraints around Emma's wrists and ankles. "Everything but the collar. It will wear a special one soon enough I am sure."
Emma felt metal claws forced into her mouth, forcing her open, then two hooks pulled at her nostrils, a leather strap adjusted over her head, connecting to where the spider gag in her mouth was fixed, uncomfortably pulling her nose up.
The boss woman admired her team's work in binding the girl up, checking the padlocks on the metal cuffs were secured tightly. Emma gargled in pain and anger as the door of the room burst open and she found herself face to face with the woman who had taken her all those weeks ago.
"Disgusting pig. To think I was expecting to make over one hundred and fifty thousand off you tonight. Don't worry I'll recoup every penny, but it will cost you a whole lot more." The woman stood up and then looked at the others in the room. "Thanks for finding it. I'll get the van ready to bring it back. You can let your friends know they can collect it first thing tomorrow. I'm sure they'll be happy to have another unsold to break." She stormed off, and another cattle prod to Emma's exposed ass knocked the girl out.
Emma woke to a splash of water on her face, and opened her eyes as a wall of pain and discomfort hit her. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed together with thick metal digging into her skin, held together tightly with padlocks securing heavy bolts in places. She looked down to see heavy clamps attached to each nipple. Her jaw ached from the same gag that she had been placed in at the auction, and the hooks in her nose were digging into her flesh, constantly causing discomfort.
The evil woman before her was dressed in a gown, her raven black bob and red lipstick making her look as commanding as ever.
"Well pig. I failed. I clearly misjudged you for something more intelligent. Now you go unsold. It will take years to recuperate the costs of donating you, after they take their cut from profits I will see a measly amount, but alas, it's better than nothing and more than you deserve. Here's something to remember me by on our last night together."
Emma watched as the woman slipped on a pair of latex gloves and opened a pot of gel infront of her. "Deep breaths now, this gel will increase your sensitivity by... a lot." her handler watched Emma's eyes open wide as the woman dolloped a load on Emma's breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened under the sensation and her eyes blurred as the woman rubbed it in, each brush of her hand across Emma's now engorged nipple sent new shudders of pleasure. Emma closed her eyes to try and ignore the sensations but had to open them soon after, as she felt the woman cup her sex. She shook her head, knowing now how potent this stuff was she was worried what it would do to her when it touched her clit.
"Oh already wet for me, how cute of you. This is going to feel delightful I'm sure."
Emma shook her head wildly as the woman smeared the gel into her glistening sex. She saw stars and let out a guttural moan as tingles of pleasure coursed through her as this woman expertly toyed with her pussy. She was embarrassed but so turned on.
"Oh how I wish I could give you an orgasm like this piggy. But sadly the unsold don't get pleasure, this was merely an unfortunate side effect of the sensitivity gel."
Emma was panting, even the cool air was sending tingles through her, causing her thighs to spasm as she tried to pull at the metal bar holding her ankles and wrists in place. There was no way to shield her pussy or touch it to get herself off. She could only whimper as this cruel woman fetched a tupperware box.
"Now savour this moment Emma, I think that might have been the last pleasure you'll ever feel. Certainly from me. Now for my present for you. I picked these fresh today."
Emma looked in the box, a handful of red bulbs and green leaves filled the small container. She looked up at the woman confused.
"Oh don't give me that look, you must have seen a nettle before, known for the stinging sensation they cause on exposed skin." The woman picked up a leaf and dragged it across Emma's breasts. The effect was immediate. To Emma it felt like she had just jumped front first into a whole bush of nettles, her skin flared red as she moaned, drooling from her mouth and nose as her eyes welled.
"Shhh shhh shhh now. We're just getting started piggy." The woman showed no mercy, grabbing a handful of the leaves now and mashing them into Emma's exposed breasts. "That's it, cry for me, I should have done this to you a long time ago." Emma squealed and tried to pull away, her wrists digging into the metal holding her tightly in place.
"Hleaaa" she grunted, trying to say please with the spider gag stopping any coherent words. Not that the woman cared to listen. By this point she was too busy picking up the little red buds and crushing them between her fingers.
"Now pay attention pig, you might learn something. This here is rosehip. The fun thing about this is the inside of the bulb is filled with tiny hairs that are highly irritable on skin contact. It's like nature's itching powder, see?"
The woman took the crushed bulbs and smeared Emma's exposed pussy, forcing them inside her dripping wet sex as she tried helplessly to shield herself. At first she felt nothing, and hoped maybe it hadn't affected her. Then the itchiness started. She gargled and shuddered as the overwhelming urge to touch herself, to try to quash the fiery heat, to do anything to stop the mad itching feeling inside her caused her to drool and wail.
The woman laughed, grabbing more of the bulbs and sliding them down to where Emma's tight hole was, pushing them in one by one as they popped on her sphincter.
"Oh look at you dance, such a pretty dance piggy." the woman said as her finger retracted from Emma's tight little ass. "Just a few more nettles here" more leaves were shoved into Emma's slit, making contact with her clit, fresh shockwaves surged through her. "and now to plug you up until morning." Emma coul only watch as a dildo and butt plug were both lathered in more of that cruel gel, before being inserted into her. They pushed the plant fragments deeper inside her, causing whole new levels of discomfort.
"Goodbye pig, sleep well." The woman left Emma mewling in the basement, switching the light off and sealing the door behind her. Emma spent the night whimpering, by morning she was exhausted.
Her handler returned, laughing at the sight of Emma drenched in sweat, her skin still showing the signs of inflammation caused by the reaction to the plants. But now there was no teasing. The woman even hosed the girl down with cold water, the ice cold would have been horrible in most situations but as it washed over her she felt the horrible itching heat give way as she went numb. The toys were removed and the hose was pushed inside her holes, flushing her puffy sex and sore ass, giving her a moment of respite.
The woman had no interest in talking to Emma though, and did this all in silence. Emma again found herself alone, a towel draped over her shoulders as she dripped dry, at least happy the worst of the irritation had passed. She found herself nodding off, too tired to care any more. She was still half asleep when the people came for her. She felt a mask placed over her mouth and nose and breathed in the chemical concoction slowly, until her brain fogged over and she fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Emma woke to a strange woman stroking her face gently. She tried to focus her eyes but a bright light was pointed at her. Testing her movement she found herself completely restrained, strapped to some sort of table. A gag in her mouth was forcing something part way down her throat, just nearly causing her gag reflex to kick in. She couldnt see but she certainly felt the devices buried in her pussy and ass, and she wriggled to try to remove some of the discomfort.
"Oh good morning sweetie, ready to play?" Emma focused on the face next to her, the soft features of a woman in her late 20s seemed strange in a dark room where she found herself unable to do anything but wriggle a little in the heavy metal restraints fixing her in place.
The woman made a few adjustments to a set of nozzles attached to tubes going into the gag in Emma's mouth before resting her elbows on the table and smiling.
"Oh no need to bother trying to move now baby, your running away days are over. Just try to relax and listen, because I'll explain this only once."
Emma looked at this woman, and felt an unease at how nonchalant this woman was about the situation.
"You're in a secure facility designed to hold insubordinate slave meat. None have ever escaped during their time here. For most it's a correctional facility, then the misbehaving slave is sent back to it's owner with a fresh realisation of just how much worse things could be for them."
Emma tested the bonds, the metal around her wrists, ankles, thighs, tummy and forehead was tightly secured, and all moving did was ensure the metal pressed into her, causing worse discomfort. She didn't want to listen to this woman, but had zero choice. All she managed was to let out a muffled whimper.
The woman seemed to not even notice the attempt at struggle, continuing her monologue unfazed. "Unfortunately for you, you're what we in the business call 'tainted'. The auction's unsold. It's been so long since we had something like you to play with, so we tend to make the most of it."
Emma shot the woman a look of pure fear now. This wasn't good.
"The tubes fitted into your gag will feed and water you your recommended calories, nutrients and vitamins. The pipe in urethra and the douche system plugged into that pert little bottom will deal with waste management. As for exercise... well you'll soon find those pads attached to your thighs, abs, and arms as well as the clamps on your nipples will all play a role in keeping you on your toes and worked up. There's even a few surprises in those toys filling your holes that will give you a real workout."
Emma gulped, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry. This can't be real, she had to be in a nightmare right? The woman slid a hand over Emma's body, taking a moment to grope her breasts as fingers glided over her.
"You see dear, we can keep an unsold little cunt like you alive but in total discomfort and unable to move for a long long time."
Emma began to cry as the woman fiddled with a wire between Emma's thighs, attached to the toy buried in her pussy.
"Oh save your tears, plenty of time for that later." The woman seemed satisfied with her adjustments and went back to stroking Emma's face. "Above you is a camera system. Shortly it will switch on and send a live stream signal to the dark web. We will have a 24/7 video feed of your brand new home with us here, and this is where we make the real money."
Emma grunted, feeling her pussy begin to soak from the attention this woman was giving her with her fingers, causing Emma to blush as this new turn of events sent a shiver down her spine.
"You see, we can charge viewers for access, and not only that, they will be able to interact with the stream, using a tipping mechanism to activate the electric currents hooked up to your body, to see your helpless reaction in real time."
Emma was freely sobbing now as the woman pumped the device in Emma's pussy in and out, the slick sounds of arousal betraying the poor slave's protests.
"On weekends you'll be rented out for more direct play, visitors will be able to come use you however they please. Some of our highest payers can be quite rough with the livestock I'm afraid."
Emma shuddered at the thought of being stuck here as she was whipped or flogged or whatever else they had in store for her.
"The best news is how little maintenance this takes us to manage. Two visits a day for checkup and adjustments, and the rest of the time you'll be earning us a nice passive income. Just relax now doll, you've got an hour before the stream starts, and there's already a waiting room full of sadists excited to tip and watch our latest stock get broken in. Welcome to your new life."
Emma wanted to scream, but the muffled mewl she managed sounded even more pathetic. She closed her eyes and waited for her torment to truly begin.
