The slave, now known as Pain Cunt, stood, obediently, waiting for her turn on the block. Nothing of the proud woman she had been just a few short months ago remained and even her new name was a testimony to how far she had fallen as she was broken and trained into the obedient slave she now was.
Her trainers had found her amazing response to pain and stimulation to be something they could use, and, with the expertise of long practice, they had trained her to respond and cum to the whip, cane, and crop.
The path had been a painful one, to be sure, but with the right vibrator and pain combination they had her cunt trained to drip in desperate need in no time, and from there, it was an amazingly short step to have her cumming like a needy desperate whore in no time.
The fact that all of it was, naturally, happening without her consent and against her will was just a way that they further demonstrated their complete mastery of her body and served to drive one of the final nails into the coffin of her dignity, self-respect, and will.
Now she was simply a toy, an object trained to serve for pleasure or pain as her future owner would dictate. She no longer possessed even the capacity to refuse any command or order, or, on the rare chance, she might somehow be freed, to live as a free woman.
She no longer remembered being free and would never be able to live as one. Her destiny was forever to be the owned product of whoever decided to buy her.
The trainers had done their job well, they knew and that was why it was finally time for her sale, which was why she was now standing just off the main auction area, waiting her turn.
She was bound securely, as a slave should be. Not because there was any chance of her resistance, of course, that was gone too, No, it was to make sure that there was no mistaking exactly what she was, which was why the bondage was as unyielding as it was complimentary to her beautiful body.
Straps bound her arms to her side in multiple places and her hands were locked in fingerless mittens that, in turn, were locked to her thighs. Her cunt was shaved and fully exposed to any and all that would wish to look or touch it as they chose.
Further down her ankles were spread wide by a spreader that further served to ensure her cunt was on full display. A pair of high heels finished the sneak me on the lower half of her body, serving to make her legs look long and showing off the lean muscle that now ripped under her clear, almost alabaster skin.
She was gagged and blindfolded as, a slave did not need to speak, nor did it need to know where it was going, instead simply followed the leash, which she did so, as well as any expertly trained animal.
Everything was designed with a showman's eye for detail to show her off in the best possible light.
All of this she accepted as readily as could be imagined. So much so that no one would imagine that a few months ago she had been called Sharon, and had in fact been an independent freethinking woman, and not the broken obedient sex slave and pain toy she now was.
Even now, she could feel herself growing wet as, in the enforced stillness and darkness of her bondage, she imagined her days of training and how hard she had fought.
She couldn't imagine why she had done that, as the outcome, was as inevitable as she was first promised, but she had, stupidly, had to learn that the hard way.
But learn she had, and she was now thankful her masters had been so willing to train her, even when she did everything she could, to make it difficult.
Of course, she'd paid for that with her pain and her body, and she found herself shuddering again and new juices began to flow down her thighs as she could almost feel the whip against her cunt, and the aching needs she now had for it.
As she stood there, trying to catch her breath, her broken mind wandered to a few short hours ago when she had been made to cum for the customers who would be bidding on her.
It was the display part of the evening where potential buyers were given near unrestricted access to the product to help them decide which slave, if any, they would be bidding on.
*****
EARLIER THAT EVENING
The obedient slave sat in the wire cage that was to be used for her display in preparation for her sale. Two-inch diameter wooden rods were fed through the sides of the cage in strategic points to hold her arms and legs.
Other than the shackles on her ankles, she was completely nude and otherwise unbound, the rods serving to force her into a position of lewd exposure.
The resulting effect was that she was completely available to be touched, caressed, examined, explored, like a piece of property that she was.
She was not the only one being displayed this evening as two other slaves had also been broken sufficiently for sale. As she sat still, as ordered by her trainer, as he placed the rods where they needed to be before tying them in place, she could not help but notice an oddity, a woman, nearly fully dressed, also being placed in a cage.
Her trainer saw her looking and said, "you should be thankful you're not her."
Her eyes glanced just briefly at him and he said, "she used to be the secretary/mistress of one of the members."
He chuckled, "she thought that he was cheating on her, and she came here to confront him. Unfortunately, she saw too much before security got to her, and well. We certainly can't let her go."
As he finished preparing Pain Cunt for her display he said, "she's going to be sold, as is. No training at all. She'll most certainly end up in the hands of one of the more sadistic clients. Those big tits kids are going to get a lot of punishment, I'll be surprised if he lasts six months in the hands of some of the men that I know are here."
He finished up his preparations and looked directly into the Pain Cunt's eyes, "unlike you, you are an exquisite creation. You are our creation, and you're going to be worth a lot of money. And that means you're going to fall in the hands of someone much more likely to use you long-term. At least you can look forward to having a life, such as it is," he caressed Pain Cunt's clit and smiled at her involuntary moan of pleasure, "she, on the other hand, whether her life is long or short, it will be spent in agony. You'll at least feel pleasure occasionally."
She glanced one final time at the poor woman, who had no idea what she was in for as the cage she was bound into was wheeled out to the display area.
Her trainer came up to her, and said, "you're next, which means we need to get you fully ready," and with that, he used a thin dowel rod and vibrator on her cunt, ensuring she was wet to the point of her juices dripping onto the floor beneath her cage. He was an expert and knew exactly what would bring top dollar from his customers.
Once that was done, the cage door was closed, and she was pushed towards the display area.
As they arrived, she saw several other slaves, already being examined by the buyers. As she watched she could see that the men were taking this all very, very seriously.
The intensity of their study reminded her, once again, that this wasn't a game or a joke. This was really happening. She was about to join several other women as mere products on display for sale.
Her trainer pushed her into a position next to the secretary who was screaming and making gag blocked pleas, almost certainly for release or mercy. Pleas that were being completely ignored by the men examining her body.
Pain Cunt would have felt sorry for the poor woman if she didn't remember that the woman really had only herself to blame. A woman, looking like that, wandering around alone? She was practically begging to be made into a piece of property.
Then Pain Cunt had to concentrate on her own situation as her cage door was opened so the bidders could examine her.
Several men came to circle her cage, each of them carrying a small tablet, that she knew was filled with her brochure. Giving them all the information that they needed prior to purchase. It detailed everything from her acquisition to her training and she could hear them talking about her. How wet her cunt was. How smooth and unblemished her skin was. How beautiful her body was?
She could not help but feel pride at the way they looked at her, knowing that she would be able to fulfill the purpose she had been trained for.
*****
PRESENT
She shuddered once again in arousal as she remembered the display cage.
She had never felt more open and exposed than she had felt at that moment. She'd also never felt hornier in her life than she did, right then.
She had seen the lust in the men's eyes, even as she was careful to keep her gazes to the floor as she'd been trained.
Still, it had been incredibly obvious as the men had circled, touched, and caressed her helplessly exposed body.
Finally, her trainer came up to her, and his voice broke her near daydreams and snapped her back to the here and now, "this is it, it's time to go," he said not unkindly.
With that, he clipped the leash delete that with that, he grabbed hold of the center of her harness, and pulled her out to the auction area. She could hear the murmurs of the men around, even heard a few comments again she felt her cunt leak as she knew that this was it, it was finally time.
Pain Cunt stood there, the obedient and broken toy that she was, as she listened to the bidding around her
The auctioneer circled her as he said, "this is a perfectly trained slave gentlemen," he stroked her cunt lightly, smiling as she moaned in need and a new gush of hot juices ran noticeably down her inner thigh. The auctioneer smiled slightly as the bidders murmured as they saw it.
"Surely a prize worth every penny you're going to pay. Its cunt, ass, and mouth have all been fully trained and ready for use from day one. In addition, we have found that it responds well to extreme pain and torture and can even be made to get off on it if done correctly. This is the absolute perfect sex slave and pain toy and will be the crown jewel of any collection. As such, gentlemen, we will begin the bidding at 85,000 pounds."
Quickly one of the hands went up, "I hear 85 do I hear 90?"
Again, another hand went up.
Pain toy, of course, couldn't see any of this, but she could hear it clearly and with each increase in bid she felt her cunt getting hotter and hotter, her nipples getting harder and harder.
The bidding continued at a fever pitch; 90, 95, 100. Higher and higher the bids went, and she knew that there were at least two possibly three men the scene be involved in a bidding war for her.
Finally, the bids began to slow, but somehow that just caused her heart to beat faster and her breathing to come in desperate pants as she had attended enough auctions to know what slowing bidding meant; it was almost time.
"150,000 pounds," the auctioneer called out, clearly pleased by this turn of events even as he looked around to see if there was any more interest.
"150 going once," he said, noticing the other two bidders were close to raising but at the same time seemed to accept that the man at 150 was not going to stop till he got what he wanted. First one then the next shook their heads.
"150 going twice," he waited, knowing occasionally someone will jump in at the last minute, a tactic to demoralize a bidder that had thought he'd won.
This time wasn't the case, however, and he took a final breath, "sold to the gentleman from Russia."
At that moment, Pain Toy felt the orgasm explode through her, and the auctioneer smiled broadly and said, "an excellent purchase sir, we'll have her packaged and shipped within the hour."
Pain Toy was panting so hard she thought she might just pass out. She had been sold. She was now the owned property of another. The blood was rushing through her ears loudly but still, she heard comments being made, as she was pulled from the auction area to be prepped.
Once off the stage, the spreader bar was removed but the rest of the bondage stayed on. Again, removing the spreader bar was simply so the person taking her to the shipping area didn't have to wait for her mincing steps and could get delivering her to shipping over with more quickly. They had been told just before he left the auction area that nosy secretary's new owner had decided to make her first whipping a public event.
He wanted to be there to see the look on her face the first time that leather met flesh.
If they were lucky, they might get to sample the goods before she was shipped out.
Of course, Pain Cunt didn't know any of this. All she knew was that she was escorted somewhere and knew it was so she could be readied for shipping.
Her blindfold was removed but only for a moment as her mouth was filled with an inflatable gag and her head covered by the familiar helmet.
It was so familiar, in fact, that she didn't realize until it was back on her, that she felt more exposed without it. Such was the training she had endured that had reprogrammed her mind so completely.
The shoes were removed, as was the rest of her bondage save the mittens that were locked to the travel belt, with its electrified dildos, that she had become intimately familiar with after it was reapplied.
She was led, blind, to one of the barrels and lifted in. She offered no resistance, not even considering it. Both the training and her memory of how free they were with the electrical shocks from the belt as well as cattle prod at the slightest hint of resistance.
She knelt inside the barrel as she had been trained to and felt a few final pumps added to the gag in her mouth before she was sealed inside of her travel barrel.
She knew that this was it, and it was for real. When that barrel was next opened, she would be in the presence of her new owner. Far, far away from anyone that could offer even the slightest chance of rescue, even if she still harbored such thoughts.
She didn't, of course, that voice had been long silent and she found it much easier to concentrate on what was really important: ensuring the man who could do anything he wanted to her, and most certainly would, was very, very satisfied with his new slave's performance.
Nothing else mattered in her life.
Nothing at all.
*****
TWO MONTHS LATER
Pain Cunt screamed again as she lay on the bed that she had become intimately familiar with in the hell she had been plunged into that masqueraded as a dark dungeon. She had thought herself prepared for what awaited her when she's was removed from the barrel, but nothing she had experienced in training had prepared her for the true artistry that her owner was capable of when it came to delivering pain while leaving not a single permanent mark on her helpless body.
He was an expert with whip, paddle, and cane. Knowing precisely how to wield each as the weapon of agonizing pain that they were and extracting the maximum amount of suffering from the very depths of her soul, but never leaving a single blemish that did heal completely.
More than once she had hung, helplessly exposed to his attentions and was sure, when she was finally released, that the target of his torture had been cut and ripped to ribbons.
In every case, however, she was continually amazed to find only welts and bruises but never split skin or open wounds.
Absently she wondered just how many women he had tortured to arrive at that level of expertise.
When he wasn't using such mundane and common tools, he proved to be an expert with electricity and the dreaded capsaicin paste as well.
Apparently, her trainer had been sure to include her utter terror of the paste with her ownership papers and her Master had taken no time in devising a way to use that terror against her for maximum effect and entertainment.
Within a week he had built two new dildos for her chastity belt. In addition to the smooth metal that could still deliver the vicious shocks whenever he wished, the surface was now covered with hundreds of very small holes that she quickly learned were used to delivery the paste to the depths of her supersensitive holes by use of a small plunger assembly he had built into the base of each dildo.
It had taken him a little longer to develop a way to deliver the same paste to her clit with the same effectiveness but, unfortunately for her, he had eventually done so.
Now, with a press of a button, he could fill either hole, or both, or cover her clit with the burning lava-like fire of the paste.
Coupled with the electricity he could deliver at the same time he had spent many an evening enjoying her gagged, agonizing screaming as she writhed in tight bondage on the floor as she was tortured.
There was more than one night she had even broken down enough to beg for mercy, even knowing it was forbidden.
She simply couldn't help herself.
He seemed to take great pride in his ability to break even her thoroughly instilled slave discipline.
Today, she was bound head to toe in a rubber bodysuit. Her head covered in a thick helmet, a collar locked around her throat, which was attached to the head bars with a thick leather belt.
A similar belt around the ankle part of her bodysuit left her stretched out and unable to move more than a few inches.
She screamed under her helmet, as he pressed the buttons of the electrified dildos and clamps that he had applied to her recently pierced nipples. He was testing for the best conductivity so, again, he could get the maximum amount of suffering from his toy.
As required, after her scream ended, she spoke the words that he had trained her to speak at the end of each shock, "this is your Bondage Pain Toy it is here to serve."
Those words become her mantra and the very foundation of her existence.
She was a cunt, a slave, a toy and she was there to serve him in any way he saw fit. If that meant she would suffer every day for the rest of her life and that is what she would do.
After all, she wasn't a free woman, an English citizen, or even a human being.
She wasn't Sharon anymore, she wasn't the shop owner anymore, and she certainly wasn't a person.
No, all those been stripped away, and this was all that was left.
IT the sex slave and paint toy of a Russian mobster who would enjoy her and her suffering for many Russian winters to come.