"Walk," the Overseer said. Rinii hesitated for a moment, and that was all it took. The Overseer pointed his controller, and the newly installed piercings delivered a small shock to the woman. Not a strong shock, but enough to get her attention. Their placement in very sensitive parts of her anatomy made it all that much worse for her, but the Overseer seemed to enjoy it.

Rinii walked. It wasn't her own walk. Not the way she walked naturally at all. Several weeks of training and many uses of the piercings had convinced her to walk the way the slavers insisted. Slowly, one foot in front of the other, on heels. She could feel her hips swaying in exaggeration. Knew how her bare legs looked. Could feel an audience of hungry eyes upon her. Worse still she knew those looking at her didn't see her as an individual with hopes and dreams. She was being judged only on the pleasures she might provide.

Everything about her had been reduced to this. She was a slave, meant to serve and service, nothing more. The clothes she wore, her hairstyle, make-up, and even the way she moved were all chosen for her. All of it for one purpose, to make her alluring. To make every movement create and enflame desires, to awaken hungers. Her only purpose was to please. No one in the audience cared one bit about her wants. She was a sex slave and nothing more.

The thought of being reduced so singularly to such a base object filled her with a special type of loathing. Once she'd had a profession, a future, dreams. Now she was an instrument, just a thing. A thing to be used, toyed, played with. She'd once wanted all the men around her to desire her, now she had no choice. She was made to make them desire her.

Smooth languid steps. Just as she'd been taught. One foot slowly in front of the other. Hips swaying. Shoulder swaying. Breasts and ass moving just so.

Worst still, even what little clothing she wore had been chosen for her. A silky incandescent white dress with nothing underneath. It glittered and sheened as she moved, the effect more pronounced at her breasts and ass to call attention to the very things she was being sold for. The luxurious fabric crossed her tits, barely covering them, leaving the whole of her back exposed, with long panels of cloth hanging down from her waist to her knees, barely wide enough to cover pussy or ass crack. When she walked, she could feel those panels fluttering in ways that gave everyone a peak at the pierced delights beneath. And as a final humiliation, when the fabric touched skin, it became translucent, allowing a hazy peak at the skin underneath. Rinii would almost rather be totally naked than endure the constant titillation this provided the audience. Her dress was made to draw eyes.

She walked a slow circle across the front of the stage, stopping to turn one way and then the other. Then, she took more painfully slow steps back to her starting spot. She hoped the humiliating spectacle was over, but it never was.

"Inspect!" The Overseer barked.

Her hands immediately went behind her neck, thrusting her breasts out while she spread her legs shoulder-width apart. The fabric tight against her chest gave the audience a clear view of her pierced nipples through the now see-through material.

Above the stage, out of the way near the ceiling, holographic displays showed Rinii standing on display, along with her statistics in a number of languages. The displays floated in space, allowing her to see through them from the back. She was able to see exactly how degrading her current pose was. Rinii knew better than to protest. To resist would just mean more intense shocks.

"Would you like to see her juice?" The overseer asked the audience. The crowd responded with many hoots. He pointed his wand at Rinii and she felt an immediate flood of warmth in her belly. She tried to keep a neutral face, but her disgust at her own body being forced to react this way made her curl her lip into a sneer.

The Overseer saw her look and turned back to the audience. "She pretends to not enjoy. But let's turn things up a notch to show you esteemed buyers what she really is."

He pointed the controller again, and this time, warmth was accompanied by vibrations. The piecing's on Rinii's breasts, clit, and earlobes began thrumming. She gasped as the audience applauded. The sensation immediately caused her legs to quake, threatening to drop her to her knees. Forcing herself to stay in pose became the singular thing she focused on. The heat and pressure in her crotch built up quickly to maddening levels. As a last resort she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lips, orgasming without permission would be punished.

"See how her posture has changed? She bites her lip, quivers, nipples jutting rock hard. This little slut will climax with or without permission soon, stealing an orgasm from her owner. She can't help that she was made for this. A slave to her own cunt more than any master. She may never confess, but she was made for slavey." He explained to the audience while stepping up close to her. "Shall we see just how ready she is?"

The audience applauded, louder this time.

Forcing her eyes open Rinii saw herself on half the screens. The other now showed a close-up of her cunt. She watched horrified as the Overseer reached out and drew the silk panel away, revealing her shaved, pierced, and tatted cunt. The lips were moist, her thighs slick. He reached in and touched her. She watched on screen as she sighed, broadcast for all to hear, and against her own volition, saw as she pressed her pussy to his hand, grinding on it. Her need was so intense release was the only thing she could think of. Shame took a backseat. His fingers messaged her labia, petting, squeezing, pinching, and pulling on her as she made wounded animal noise. Finally, he slid a finger in. He moved it in circles making her cry out, then slid it out to the fingertips. On screen, Rinii could see that his digits were unmistakably sopping wet.

"And now the finale!" The Overseer said, "Cum"

Her cunt exploded in white hot heat blinding her. She cried out, loudly. Far away she could hear laughter and cheering, but she could only fully focus on her need. The screens all changed. One showed her falling to her knees, another close-up showed her squirting against the hand inside her, another a close-up of her face lips in a wide O. As she fell to her knees, the Overseer followed her down to his knees, his hand still buried inside her. The screen showed her cunt clutching, grabbing, and grinding against him frantically as her juiced flowed freely.

Rinii floated.

She was lost in bliss. Blinded by shame and need. A thousand eyes watched her cum. Coherent thoughts would not form. And then she was falling, floating back down to her body. Barely aware. Sated and full.

When she opened her eyes, the screens still showed her quivering against the Overseer. He lifted her head back up, so she was kneeling. the screens showed her sitting there in one of her slave poses, a puddle of her fluids beneath.

"How many times can she do that in the evening, you ask? Win the bid and find out!"

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Not set in stone, but would love to rp a story where a woman like Rinii has been auctioned. What happens next? Who purchases her? Would love to create a collaborative story with a creative muse.
Kinks: slavery, non/dubcom, leashes, bondage, literacy, many many others.
Limits: bathroom, gore, we can discuss other extremes.