Part 1 https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/s/D5tSmLyggi

Aaron was too disgusted with the way he'd allowed his slave to deteriorate to consider anything other than having her sent straight to a sanctioned disposal station. Any alternative was not worth the risk for a couple of reasons. Firstly and most importantly she knew Emma was unregistered. Secondly, there was no money to be made as her body was too unattractive, especially when you considered her age.

Just in case a disposal man decided on one last use he'd have her hosed down. Being polite never hurt. One quick call and it was organised. The rubbish disposal system was extremely efficient.

Emma was a different story. Legally she didn’t actually actually exist as her birth and DNA hadn't been recorded.The cunt was a failed experiment but she was young and lush and unused. There would definitely be interest in her body at the underground sales. 

The fact that such a market even existed always struck him as a bit ironic, considering all females were already slaves. It made him smirk.

Aaron started making calls

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As the hours passed a now hungry Emma finally fell asleep, tears still staining her pale face. Her dreams were a mishmash of cocks and whips and more. Suffice to say she didn't feel rested when she awoke. 

Grateful for the glass of water within easy reach she quickly gulped it down despite the slightly odd taste it left in her mouth. It was only when she tried to stand that she realized she was shackled to one of the heavy slave rings that was a fixture in all rooms. As Emma looked down in horror at the dark metal holding her captive the room started to spin and darken.

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It was only when she awoke naked and caged that she began to regret her actions, to consider her life might not revert to "normal." Looking around she saw other occupied cages, maybe eight in all. The contents were all young females except for one older beaten male that was also caged. 

Emma wanted to call out but was afraid. Afraid of what they might say, of what she might learn. Afraid speech wasn’t allowed. Afraid it wasn’t a nightmare...

The room she was in was stone walled and floored, cramped and dirty, with only a small amount of daylight trickling in from a barely visible window high on one wall. Before she could see more a heavy metal door suddenly swung open, crashing back against one wall. The little fresh air that found its way in was tainted by the overwhelming fragrance of unwashed bodies and stale booze as several men walked in. None of the caged slaves dared move as they checked each cage, roughly examining the contents. Somewhat surprisingly none were pulled out or had a hole used but the male was pissed on twice. 

Male slaves were rare, always convicted felons of the worst sort and never survived long, at least according to Emma's last tutor. She wondered what he'd done.

As they finished their inspection Emma decided to chance it, calling out "Why am I here?" in a voice she hoped was commanding but was actually more of a whimper, barely loud enough to be heard a foot away, let alone across the room. She was ignored.

Emma was dozing as there was nothing else to do when an older slave entered the room. Ballgagged and plugged the curvy brunette placed a dispenser of water and a small portion of gruel just inside the bars of each cage. Emma fancied she got a sympathetic look when hers was delivered. 

Hungry, she quickly figured the only way to eat was to shove her face in the bowl like an animal. She cringed, thinking to ignore the unappetizing gruel but hunger quickly won out. She even licked the bowl clean afterwards. Suckling on the teat of the water tube, she guzzled the entire amount in seconds, burped, then, feeling somewhat better she wriggled into a more comfortable position.

It was only then she noticed the nearest slave looking at her in astonishment. Daring to whisper, calling her a fool for eating her entire rations in one go Emma was left speechless. Startled by the rude behaviour and never having lived as a slave, she was astonished those scant couple of mouthfuls were supposed to last an entire day. Or was it longer? She had no idea.

She also had no idea it was, in fact, a nutritious, highly concentrated albeit unappetizing food that could feed a slave indefinitely. Four mouthfuls would keep a work slave going all day. It was deliberately bland. Slave gruel only needed to be basic and cheap.

Slowly it dawned on Emma how little she actually knew about slave life, about life in general. She had been an unwitting experiment for her father and didn't realise most five year olds knew far more.

Silently weeping she fell asleep, only waking intermittently to find a more comfortable position in the cramped cage. The hours passed slowly. 

Finally the slave who'd fed them returned, once again dispensing gruel and water. This time Emma only consumed a portion. The routine was unbroken for what she assumed was several days, if days were counted by the arrival of gruel.

She couldn't understand the passivity of the other slaves, their lack of conversation, their uninterested stares but things changed on what she thought was the sixth day of her captivity.

Instead of gruel the day started with a somewhat older stern looking man unlocking the nearest female from her cage. At a gesture she crawled from her cage, kissed his feet and then, still crawling, followed him like a well-trained dog as he turned away. A while later he returned, removing a second female. Then a third, a fourth and a fifth. Emma was scared, unable to guess why they weren't returned. She was the sixth female. Reluctantly deciding copying the actions of the others was the safest way she crawled after him.

Once out of the room she was surprised to crawl down a tiled hall and see a well lit bathroom. The man pointed to soap, a wash cloth, shampoo and conditioner, a toothbush, toothpaste, a razor and a towel for drying. Telling her to stay she waited until he turned the water on before telling her to stand and step in the shower. She had ten minutes. 

Emma wasted well over a minute before realising he was not going to give her any privacy. Trying to clean herself and shave while not exposing any more of her body than necessary, she desperately tried to be done in the remaining time. 

She still had to towel dry her body and hair and also clean her teeth when the time ran out. Internally cringing she awaited her punishment while her cunt lubricated in anticipation.

He moved quickly, tethering her to a slave ring at the side of the shower before stepping out momentarily, only to return with a sturdy wooden chair. Even Emma knew what that meant. 

Releasing her leash he sat comfortably before pointing to his lap. She draped her still damp body over his strong thighs. Her tits rubbed against the coase fabric of his trousers and her nipples hardened more till they actually hurt. She could feel her cunt leak in anticipation as she knew a hard fucking was part of the punishment. She wondered if she'd be further punished for the wet spot on his trousers.

Once he had adjusted her positioned to his satisfaction with her cunt over his erect cock he ground against her, the fabric rapidly getting damp from her slick. She moaned and tried to grind on him but his tight grip prevented more contact.

His rough voice told her to count. Before she could prepare herself she heard a whistling sound then her ass exploded in agony. She screamed and writhed, completely forgetting about his order to count.

Suddenly she felt her head being yanked up by her long hair. Shrieking, she futilely tried to struggle free but barely moved an inch. His other hand brutally mauled her left tit, crushing and twisting the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He felt her juices through the fabric of his now wet trousers.

He knew by how ready her cunt was that he had to be careful. Edging her so she'd easily cum on the auctioneers whip wasn’t really required since she was already close. Easily cuming on a Masters whip would raise her so-called hole price. The winner would then take both the slaves virginities in front of the other bidders. The bright stage lights would leave nothing hidden. Then a second "body" auction would commence. Sometimes the same man won both auctions. 

It wasn’t unknown for new owners to loan their property to the unsuccessful bidders for an hour or three to ease their frustration at coming away empty handed. Sometimes even staff got access. 

This was very different to the legal auctions.

Emma was easily the most profitable of this bunch and he expected a very nice bonus for bringing her in but he really, really wished she'd already been opened. Money only meant so much but this cunt? There was just something about her.

He jerked back to the present.

"Slaves count and say thank you Master each time a strike lands. I will cane your tight virgin cunt bloody if you hesitate. Or maybe I will hang you by your tied tits and  let you rip your ass open with an anal hook tied to your hair."

Emma didn't know what to do as her cunt gushed at his words. She panted, right on the edge of cumming as she imagined the feel of his thick cock splitting her virgin hole wide open and a hook buried in her ass.

The man groaned, silently cursing that fucking unused merchandise wasn’t allowed. However, other things were if she disobeyed. Which she had.

He let her hair go and shoved, dropping her onto the white tiled floor. He swiftly gathered her up and bound her face down over the back of the chair. A spreader bar kept her wide open, her long hair tied to the front legs keeping her head on the seat. He really wanted to fuck her as he watched her juices dribble out her needy cunt but settled for selecting his favourite cunt paddle and two canes for later use. First he would have his count. His large and very hard hand came down on her ass.

"One thank you Master"

A second harder one on her other ass cheek

"Two thank you Master"

Each blow was counted. Each blow had her cunt dripping more as her ass turned pink then red, then almost purple.

"Twenty thank you Master" wasn’t much more than a groan as she futiley tried to rub her clit against something, anything.

Hearing the words "I'm not done with your dripping cunt" made her tremble in fear and excitement. Was she finally going to be used to pleasure a man?