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[Optional task: restrain yourself bent over as if you were in a pillory. For example, put on a collar and cuffs and fasten them to the back of a chair. Or fasten them to a rod or broomstick, perhaps attaching a weight to it. Fill your holes. Ideally, mount a dildo on the wall behind you so you can press back against it over and over. Stay in position for at least fifteen minutes. You may listen to audio while you do this. Now enjoy the story.]

Steria glared at Ima as she showed up for her appointment, wearing a miniskirt and a very revealing crop top. She had been coming in multiple times a week now, and she could feel herself changing more and more. “What are you doing here, loser? I told you the address for today’s appointment!”

Ima blinked at the gorgeous receptionist in confusion. No, that had never happened. Steria had never told her to go to a different location today… right? Or maybe she had, and Ima had forgotten.

“Fine. Here’s the address, slut.” Steria wrote it down on a card and handed it to her. “Now hurry up and go! You’ll be late!”

Steria had to get an Uber. On Dr. Frood’s advice, she had sold her car, to more easily afford the aggressive therapy program. The doctor encouraged her to walk everywhere she could, but this address was too far.

When she arrived, she could see a line of men, mostly in suits, entering the front doors. She awkwardly got in line with them. She could see them staring at her.

“What’s a worthless bitch like her doing here?”

“What a skanky hoe, showing off her body like that. As if she has anything worth flaunting.”

Then a bulky man, clearly a bouncer, came up to her. “What are you doing here, loser?”

“I’m… my name is Ima Loeser. I’m Dr. Frood’s patient. I’m here for my therapy appointment?”

“Ohhh one of his girls! You were supposed to use the back entrance, slut. Come here.” The bouncer snapped his fingers as if calling a dog. She obediently trotted along behind him in silence.

Finally he opened a door in an alley. “Get in, loser.” When Ima stepped into the door, he roughly shoved her forward. Ima tripped and would have fallen, but a strong pair of hands caught her by the arms. Then the bouncer entered behind her, shutting the door. “Look at this dumb cunt. Can you believe she was trying to get in line? Who does this worthless bitch think she is?”

Ima was blushing fiercely, her pussy throbbing with arousal from the humiliation. Then the men were yanking off her little crop top. She let out a squeal of protest, but they just continued, roughly yanking her miniskirt off. She wasn’t surprised to realize she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, even though she had thought she put them on that morning. It was only then that she saw the other girls. There were naked girls everywhere, collared and often in chains, some of them gagged. Some of them were watching her with curiosity.

One of the men grabbed her hair and yanked her head back roughly, then jammed a ball gag in her mouth when she cried out in pain. Only moments after that, a heavy collar was locked around her neck with a loud click. Then she was pulled over to the side, to the end of a line of girls. Her wrists were pulled roughly above her head and locked in steel shackles, leaving her toes barely touching the floor.

“Listen up, you pathetic little cumbucket,” the new man growled. The bouncer had already left. “Dr. Frood was kind enough to make you our latest acquisition. You’re going on auction tonight with the rest of the slave girls.” He pushed a button, and Ima started from a painful shock on her neck. “Comply, or suffer.”

Ima would have gaped in horror if she had not been gagged. She was going to be sold as a slave girl? No! This couldn’t be happening to her! She was a free woman. She could make her own decisions. Well, sometimes. She had a job to do, people that would miss her! Well, not anymore. She had… she had…

Well, she didn’t really have anything, did she? She didn’t even have a car anymore.

She was just a stupid girl in need of guidance and direction. She had been utterly lost before she first started seeing Dr. Frood. She just hadn’t realized it. She always felt terrible, tortured by anxiety and self-pity and a lack of confidence. But thanks to therapy, she had learned to see things differently. Instead of letting those feelings of being “less than” make her miserable, now they made her happy. And horny. So, so horny. She loved being a pathetic perverted pig, a depraved little bootlicker, an inferior cunt to be mocked and bullied. She would have sworn she could feel her clit twitch just from thinking that naughty thought.

So she was going to be a slave girl. She was just a piece of meat. Property to be owned. Bought and sold by strangers with no choice in the matter. Maybe… maybe that wasn’t going to be such a bad thing after all. Ima stared at the beautiful, bound slave girls all around her and wondered what their fates would be. Any of them could be sex slaves, kept chained up in a bedroom and used over and over. Perhaps they would be maids, cooking and cleaning for their owners, perhaps being forced to do it in restrictive outfits or restraints that made the work much more difficult but also more entertaining. Perhaps they would be strictly bound in some unusual way and displayed as part of an art project. Perhaps they would be forced to work, handing over all of their earnings to their owners. Anything could happen to any of them.

Ima squeezed her thighs together, trying to stimulate her soaking wet pussy. She delighted in fantasizing about what her fate could be. The idea that she didn’t know what was going to happen and had no choice in the matter was delicious and reinforced just what a lowly bitch she was. The time flew by.

Then she heard men talking. The man that had secured her returned, along with a shorter man in an expensive-looking suit. The tall man asked, “which one do you want for this ‘special duty’?”

“The most worthless cunt of them all. No sense in ruining property that will sell for a high price. Which one of you bitches is the biggest loser… the most useless dumb slut of them all?” The short man prowled around the room, carefully scrutinizing each girl. Most of them flinched away from his gaze, trying to look elsewhere and not be noticed. It seemed that nobody liked the idea of this “special duty.”

The short man in the suit made random observations as he examined different girls. “Nice tits… you look extra submissive… great hair.” Then he stopped in front of Ima. “Dear God, you are a mess! How did trash like you get in here?”

Ima’s thighs quivered and she moaned lustily into her gag, the insults sending tremors of arousal through her.

“From your complexion to your hair to your makeup, it’s clear you have no idea what you are doing. You’re just a desperate, pathetic whore. Did you really think you would command a high price at this auction? The very idea! A loser like you could never dream of it. Yes,” he said, turning to the tall man, “she’ll do. Prep her.” He turned and walked out.

The tall man unfastened her wrist shackles from the ceiling and connected a leash to her shock collar. When her feet fully touched the floor, she struggled to remain upright, but he was already dragging her along. He dragged her out through a hallway and into the back of a large auditorium where several men in tailored suits were chatting and helping themselves to treats and beverages carried by slave girls in chains and see-through dresses. He dragged her over to some kind of wooden frame. Ima was confused at first, and then realized what it was when he opened it. Some kind of pillory. He removed her shackles and pushed her hips forward against a padded bar. He grabbed her tightly by the hair and bent her forward, putting her neck and wrists in the wooden pillory. He lowered the top part of the wooden frame and locked it shut, trapping her wrists and neck in place. Then he forced her legs apart and shackled them to some kind of bar at the base of the post she was bent over. She was completely trapped, bent down low with her head as low as her hips. Her naked tits were hanging loose. With her legs spread, her wet pussy was on full display. It was an incredibly compromising, vulnerable position.

She loved it.

Then the man lowered his face near hers. “You are going to be a very good slave girl,” he hissed at her. “Remember, a worthless cunt like you is nothing but holes and tits. If you do anything to be displeasing, well, there’s this big button right here…” she couldn’t turn her head to watch, but he reached up to the top of the pillory. Another electric shock cracked against Ima’s neck from the collar and she squealed into the gag. “So be a good little sex toy.” Only then did he remove the gag and leave.

Ima waited there in the pillory, feeling extremely conscious of the cool air against her exposed pussy. If she craned her neck, she could see the auditorium seats and a stage. The slave auction evidently hadn’t happened yet.

Then Ima jerked in the pillory as she felt a hand crack across her butt. “Fresh meat!” a man chuckled. “I could use a little relief. I left my sex slaves at home.”

Ima heard a fly unzipping. Then someone grabbed her hips and suddenly something warm and thick was shoved into her wet, needy pussy. She gasped and moaned.

“God, you’re a worthless loser, aren’t you? Just a dirty whore!” the man said, although he seemed to be grunting with exertion at the same time.

The demeaning language and position just made it more intensely pleasurable for Ima. She couldn’t help herself. “Yes! I’m a loser! I’m a dirty dumb loser!” she gasped.

“No talking, slave!” another electric shock cracked. Ima yelped and kept quiet.

“I know another way to keep a mouthy bitch quiet,” another man said. He stepped in front of her, fishing his cock out of his pants. He gripped her hair tightly and shoved his cock into her lips.

Ima had only given blowjobs a couple times in her life, but valiantly did her best, wrapping her lips around the shaft and worshiping the stranger’s manhood with her tongue for all she was worth.

They were only the first. Man after man used her. Most rammed into her from behind, using her for quick relief and then walking away from her as if discarding her. Some liked to use her anally, which was something she had never experienced before. It made her feel so dirty and inferior. Why had she never tried that before? Some liked to make her swallow their cum. One only slapped and pinched her tits while calling her a stupid cow and making her moo for him. She almost constantly had two men using her at a time. As it went on, she could feel sticky cum slowly drying all over her, even in her hair. It was humiliating and so very, very hot.

All her holes were incredibly sore by the time the auction got underway. Over a hundred men were seated in the auditorium as the lights focused on the stage. That didn’t stop men from occasionally wandering back to use her - but the rate had slowed down significantly.

The short man in the fancy suit, wielding a gavel, had the girls brought out one at a time. He extolled their virtues. “Just look at this gorgeous redhead! See that beautiful hair. Butt length, gentlemen, butt length! That alone would make her a treasure to be craved. But look at those childbirthing hips! That oh-so-spankable butt! And, gentlemen, she was a skilled cook and an absolutely exquisite pastry chef before she found her true calling as a slave girl. Put her to use in your kitchen or your bedroom - with this fiery-haired beauty, the choice is yours! Let’s start bidding at $10,000.”

The redhead sold for nearly $200,000, and Ima gasped in shock. These wealthy men thought nothing of spending vast amounts of money to add another slave girl to their homes. The auction proceeded quickly. The auctioneer had a lot of girls to go through and wasted no time. There were all kinds of girls. Different races and ages and cup sizes. The main thing they had in common was that… they were better than her. Beautiful. Well-trained. Talented. Obedient. Those men were very eager to own them.

And here she was, a filthy, well-used whore, covered in dried cum.

Ima moaned in arousal, but could do nothing about it. She was completely immobilized. Despite the hard use from so many men, she hadn’t cum. Time and again, she felt she was so close. It felt like she hit a wall where her arousal peaked and could go no further. So many times she had felt like she was a single breath away from tipping over the edge into a full-body orgasm. And yet it never happened, leaving her quivering and desperate.

Over time the men used her less and less frequently. Perhaps they were tired of her, or were distracted with the auction. Or perhaps, after using her once, they simply lost interest in her, as if she were a disposable plaything. Ima just had to remain in position. Her pussy sore. Her butt sore. Her mouth sore. Her back and neck sore. Watching beautiful girl after beautiful girl being sold for eye-poppingly high prices.

And then the tall man was there, in front of her.

“Please use my mouth, sir,” she said desperately. The wildfire of arousal in her pussy could not be sated, but made her desperate for any form of sexual contact.

The tall man slapped the shock button, making Ima squeal from the pain of the electricity. “Shut up, cunt. A loose, filthy whore like you has no appeal for me. I get all the pussy I want, why would I want your disgusting holes?”

He released her from the spreader bar and the pillory. Ima whimpered as sore muscles moved in ways they had been unable to for hours. The man pulled her wrists behind her back and shackled them together. He then fastened a leash to her collar and tugged her through an unobtrusive door into a back hallway.

Ima considered asking questions, then immediately thought better of it. That wasn’t her place. A useless slut like her shouldn’t be questioning her betters.

Almost before she knew it, she was backstage. And then the auctioneer reached to her, grabbing her chain and pulling her to center stage. She blinked from the bright lights. She couldn’t clearly see the audience, but she knew all those men were looking at her. Evaluating her. Judging her. Calculating her worth.

“Our final sale of the evening!” the auctioneer announced. “This useless slut was the complimentary sex toy for the night. Now we’re done with her and have no further use for this worthless bitch. Perhaps you can do something with her. Since she’s used goods, let’s start the bidding at $1,000. $1,000, gentlemen. An absolute steal compared to the other girls sold tonight! Pocket change for you fine gentlemen. $1,000, anyone?”

Ima tried to distinguish faces in the crowd. A thought suddenly occurred to her. Dr. Frood had set this up. Surely for her own good, but he had definitely orchestrated it. He had arranged for her to be captured, chained, broken down and sold. Perhaps it was all so he could have her. Make her his legal slave. Maybe he’d have her working in his office, like Steria. Maybe he wanted her as a maid or bed toy. Yes! Her heart was beating faster. That must be it! He was waiting to swoop in and claim her for his own. After putting so much time and effort into her, he was going to own her like the little toy she was!

“No takers. Ok then. $500? $500, gentlemen, let’s get this bidding started. No? $100?”

What was happening? The other girls sold for luxury car prices. But nobody was bidding on her.

She thought she could hear whispers from the audience.

“Loser.”

“Saggy cunt.”

“Used-up cumsock.”

“Throw her out with the rest of the trash.”

“Brainless bitch.”

Ima shuddered, feeling the humiliation and arousal wash over her.

“$50! That’s less than the price of a meal for you fine gentlemen. $50… no? $20. $20, gentlemen, this one last sale and we can all go home. $20 is nothing… very well, $10, will anyone offer $10? Surely you fine gentlemen don’t even carry smaller bills with you! Ok, $5. $5, less than the tip you leave a valet. $1, gentlemen, won’t anyone bid $1? Yes! I see $1! How about $2? No? $1 going once… going twice… sold!” the auctioneer banged his gavel.

The audience erupted in chatter.

“One dollar? Really?”

“That bitch is overpriced at half that.”

“Really, they should feel ashamed of themselves for auctioning a filthy pig like her.”

“Finally, now the junk has been dealt with.”

Ima was hustled off to the back room. The slave girls were still there, although the staff was packaging them up. Some were being put into cages on wheels. Some were hogtied. Some were being fitted with chains that allowed them to walk.

Ima heard the other slave girls laugh and talk about her, even though some of them were gagged.

“The one-dollar whore! Can you believe that?”

“She doesn’t belong here. She’s not fit to lick my feet after I walk through mud.”

“She looks so disgusting. Has she no shame?”

“Such a loser.”

The tall man grabbed a roll of plastic wrap, his nose wrinkling. “You look and smell disgusting, loser. Well, that’s your new owner’s problem. Let’s at least make sure you don’t stain the trunk of the car.” He wrapped her up tightly, her legs pinned together, arms at her sides, only her nose uncovered.

Despite being helpless, mocked and covered in dried cum, Ima felt excited. She had been purchased! She was going to be an owned girl forever. She was going to meet her owner and do her very best to serve and please him. Surely he would like her and be proud of her if she worked hard enough. She was going to be the best slave girl ever!