Valeria in sold

Introduction

A long period of liberal policies in the field of social relations has brought society to a crisis. The absence of laws teaching people discipline and responsibility led to promiscuity and disrespectful attitudes of people towards each other. Society degenerated and collapsed.

Eventually it was decided to return to the previous, well-tested model of society, built on patriarchal dominance and strict discipline. A number of new laws were enacted.

The wife must strictly obey her husband, be absolutely submissive to him in everything. Recognize his leadership and not try to contradict or manipulate him directly or indirectly. If she does not abide by these social norms, she must be punished. For particularly disobedient wives, there are particularly severe penalties - deprivation of citizenship status. Such a woman is officially stripped of her constitutional rights and freedoms and her husband is authorized to sell her into slavery. Slavery is legalized as a punishment for malicious violation of social norms of order and discipline.

Chapter 1

"You really got me seriously sick of you this time" said the angry tired man to his wife. "How much longer am I going to put up with all these scandals? It's not like we can't solve a single complicated issue without you throwing another scandal, you fucking bitch. I'm really sick of you. Who are you cheating on me with, you fucking bitch? Who do you fuck, you fucking whore, when I'm not home? How much money did you spend on manicures and makeup? Am I a fucking ATM machine or a pirate's treasure chest? That's it, I'm fucked with you, you dickhead bitch. I sell you into slavery"

"What?!" - Said Valeria, "Are you crazy, what slavery? I'm a free woman, an accountant in a serious firm, I distribute sums that you with your worthless salary have never seen in your life. I'm a respectable intelligent woman, I have the right to be free and I love my freedom. How dare you, you bastard, sell me into slavery? Not only did you beat me up, now you're selling me into slavery?"

"Shut up you fucking bitch" replied the husband, "I've already signed the papers, bailiffs will come for you today, you will be sold into slavery at auction. And there the new owners will do such things to you, oh, that I can't imagine, you will be as docile and obedient as a trained circus animal. That'll make my slaps and beatings look like a Thai massage, bitch. At least I'll get some use out of you, prostitute. I found another woman, younger than you, I hope she will be much more polite to me and show me more respect. And the money I get from your sale will go towards my wedding with her. That's it, you fucking asshole. You've had it."

Valeria was completely shocked. She stood silent without saying a word like a stone statue.

"So, you don't want to start another scandal anymore, are you silent now, bitch?" - The man said.

"How could you dare, how..." - Valeria said icily. Deep down she realized that her previous life had come to an end. Her throat was dry, her heart was beating with some terrible rhythm hitherto unknown to Valeria.

"And don't try to escape, bitch, you'll be found and punished anyway." - The man said.

Valeria sat down on the chair and cried. She sat in the chair and cried like rain for three hours continuously until there was a knock on the door and a rough male voice came from behind the door: "This is the auction service, is slave Valeria here, prepared for sale? Open up, we've come for her."

Chapter 2

"That's it, bitch, we've waited. Stop crying, they've come for you already" Said the now ex-husband

"They're here..." Said Valeria through her tears, "They're here..."

Her husband went to the door and opened it. Behind the door stood two strong sturdy men. One of them showed his ID and forms with documents.

"Auction staff. Where is the slave, show me. Let's start the paperwork."

The ex-husband led them to the chair where Valeria sat. Valeria continued to cry.

"Slave, stand up, you are required to surrender your passport, your citizenship is revoked, you will receive a slave license with a physical or legal person as your new owner."

"I won't give it" Said Valeria through her tears.

One of the auction workers said in a cruel and cold-blooded tone: "Same song again, this is tiring. Slave, I suggest you surrender your passport or I will take action, I warned you."

"I won't give.... I won't give...." repeated Valeria, 'I am an accountant, I am a respected free woman, I won't give you anything... Don't touch me... Don't touch me...' she cried.

The auction employee said: "All right, bitch, suit yourself." He pulled a stun gun from the pouch on his belt, put it to the nipple of her beautiful huge breasts and pressed the button.

A terrible burning pain pierced Valeria's beautiful body, she twisted in an unnatural pose, convulsions and spasms twisted and tormented her for a few seconds, then the man released the button and Valeria fell into the chair.

"So how's the progress on the passport issue? Will we see it within five minutes or do you want the banquet to continue?" said the auctioneer.

"No need, I'll give it all back" said Valeria, stood up with difficulty and went to her room, swaying slightly with trembling hands.

A few minutes later she returned with her passport and handed it to the auction employee.

"Alright slave, it's already been decided for you." Said the auction officer and cut the passport into two pieces with the scissors he took out of the file folder. "Here is the slave's temporary ID card until she is sold, it must be kept by the ex-husband" said the auction officer and handed the bag of documents to the husband. "The ex-husband must attend the auction and make the deal with the new owner. Upon receipt of the agreed upon amount, he no longer has any rights to this woman."

"Now", continued the auction officer, "Valeria, Strip naked. A slave is only allowed to wear clothing, a special slave costume, if the temperature is below 60 degrees Fahrenheit. It's summer heat outside right now. So get undressed quickly, the slavery law has come into effect, you no longer have the right to clothing."

The second auction employee just stood silently watching, apparently it was an assistant, and the one who spoke was the one in charge of their pair.

"So are we going to strip? Or are there any difficulties again?" said the auctioneer and showed Valeria the stun gun, making a discharge into the air. Bright sparks ran between the contacts of the stun gun, at the sight of which Valeria flinched.

"I'll take my clothes off, take my clothes off, put that away please" she said.

The man tucked the stun gun away in a pouch on his belt.

"I told you you've had it up to here, bitch" said the ex-husband, smiling evilly mockingly. "Now they're going to teach you well about life" he added.

"We'll do our best, rest assured" Said the auction employee to the ex-husband. "But don't disturb us now, please."

"Get undressed, quickly, I said" Roughly and loudly repeated Valeria to the auction employee.

Valeria, still crying (how could there even be so many tears in a person) began to undress. She had never undressed in front of strange rough men on command, her body was shaking with fear, shame was burning her soul with red-hot embers, but she had to undress.

"Slave, hurry up, we have a few more women to process today, if you delay, you will be punished again."

"Don't, don't, I'm already undressing, no need to punish... " Said through the tears that continued to pour Valeria.

She stripped off everything, she just roughly threw her clothes on the floor away from her, knowing she wouldn't need the clothes anymore.

A beautiful mature woman of 38 stood in front of two tall rough men in black uniforms, armed with batons, stun guns and trauma pistols. In spite of her age, she dazzled with her beauty. Strong slender body, full rounded female forms, beautiful huge natural breasts with large nipples with large dark brown areolae around the nipples. Magnificent big oval buttocks, wide sexy thighs. The woman with all her appearance showed the strength and power of the sexual energy lurking in her, even the cold-blooded looks of the executors of justice changed and became greedy and passionate looking at her.

"That'll make a good slave," said the auctioneer. "Yes, I agree." added his silent colleague, speaking for the first time in all their time in the house once owned by Valerie and her husband and now only by her ex-husband.

"So, let's get on with it," the older coworker said to the younger one, "bring the shackles and collar."

"What?... Shackles?..." whispered Valeria, who was tired of crying and now just sobbed quietly.

Chapter 3

"Yes, slave, from now on you will live in shackles for the rest of your life. That is the law of slavery." Coldly and stiffly replied the auction employee. The ex-husband, who was watching all this, said nothing, only smiled evilly caustically. "We have a wonderful gift for you, slave" continued the bailiff, smiling just as slightly. "Get it out" he said to his partner.

The partner opened the bag he was carrying. Extracted from there a heavy large gray colored box labeled shackle set number 1, basic. He took a knife from his belt, opened the box and began to pull out the iron soles connected by chains.

Valeria looked at all this as if mesmerized. She was no longer even crying or indignant. She was silent and looked at what was happening, not believing her eyes.

Shackles made of steel, shiny, coated with an anti-corrosive coating, appeared before her eyes. Two leg rings connected by a chain, two arm rings connected by a chain. Collar. Shiny chrome plated steel. With small sturdy dainty locks and small keys for them with strange grooving on the key surface. The oval-shaped rings shimmered with brilliance in the sunlight pouring in from the window. The graceful chrome-plated chains made a faint melodious tinkling sound. It was as if they were not weapons of punishment, but works of art. The designers had made sure that the shackles looked beautiful on the bodies of beautiful naked women.

"Slave, stand up," said the auctioneer. "Feet at shoulder height, hands in front of you."

Valeria, after hesitating a bit, stood up. Spreading her legs slightly, she stretched her arms forward.

The bailiff took the shackles, bent over and put them on her legs. Turned the key in one ring and the other to close the lock. Did the same with her hands.

Valeria felt the cold steel touch her soft skin. It made her shiver. Fear and shame continued to torment her soul. She had no choice but to obey orders, but she was still not broken. Something inside still continued to resist.

"Now the collar" said the auction officer. His assistant handed him the collar and he placed it around Valerie's beautiful high neck. Once again she felt the coldness of the merciless skillfully forged steel wrapped around her once free body. Valeria lowered her head and directed her gaze to the floor. More tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Slave, don't cry, this collar at least doesn't have spikes inside. Or else we actually have, you know, a lot of different devices and methods..." The bailiff said ironically.

He fastened the chain - leash to the collar, pulled on it, and with brief cold-bloodedness said: "Follow me."

He dragged Valeria into the street. Valeria followed him to the front door with uncertain steps. Her body was trembling. She wanted to scream and tear herself away, but she remembered the terrible pain from the stun gun, and tried with all her might to obey, suppressing her inner protest.

A crowd of neighbors had already gathered outside. They were attracted by the sight of the bailiffs' special car.

It wasn't exactly a luxurious neighborhood, but a fairly affluent one with solidly respectable people. Teachers, doctors, engineers, office workers, and other respectable members of the well-to-do middle class.

Now some of these people were watching the car, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Well, what happened there, who did they come for? - Yes, it seems that the whore Valeria finally got her husband with cheating and scandals. How did he put up with her for so long? Half the neighborhood knows she's a whore. A total nymphomaniac. Finally he will sell her to a brothel, where she belongs" - neighbors were talking among themselves - 'There she will bring at least some benefit to society'.

The bailiffs took Valeria out into the street. The crowd was already standing in anticipation of the spectacle.

Valeria trembled, walked with her head bowed down, trying to take careful steps, as she was not yet used to walking in shackles. The chains of the leg shackles, jingling, dragged along the pavement. The collar burned her with shame. As if its steel was not cold, but red-hot. Young guys of 19 - 20 years old took out their smartphones to take photos, videos and post them on the Internet. Valeria knew she was being filmed. The anger in her was growing. With every step she took towards the car that would take her to the auction.

"Valeria, everyone already knows you're a whore," said one of the neighbors, "You have no place among decent people, you're not worthy of being an accountant in a reputable firm. You belong in a brothel, slut" Said the neighbors, seeing the bailiffs leading the shackled naked slave girl on a leash to the car.

"Stop." Said an auction employee. "Almost forgot, damn it... Valeria, your cunt is not shaved. By law, a slave must shave her cunt at least twice a week and keep it smooth. You haven't shaved for at least a month. We have a trimmer, you're going to shave yourself now, okay?"

"Outside?" Valeria exclaimed, "Outside?!" - Her anger had already become almost uncontrollable.

Chapter 4

"Yes, slave, right here. That's an order. Proceed. Let the other citizens see that you are no longer a citizen, but a slave who must obey orders without question." The bailiff handed her the trimmer.

"Fuck you all, I'm not doing anything, I'm not going anywhere." Yelled Valeria, "I hate you all, I hate you and I curse you."

Her gaze became fearful, her face contorted with anger. She was desperately angry to the point where she clenched her teeth to the point of pain, nearly biting her lips and tongue to the point of bleeding.

"That's disobeying an order, bitch" said the bailiff. "And you have a duty to obey." With those words he punched Valeria in the face, giving her a very hard slap. Her cheek turned red and began to swell slightly, a small trickle of blood protruded from the left side of her mouth.

Valeria, trembling with anger, felt humiliated, she had been slapped publicly this time, in front of all her neighbors, with smartphone cameras pointed at her naked shackled body. She covered her face with her hands. There were no more tears. Valerie was feverish from the shame she had experienced, shaking like a fever, drops of sweat began to trickle down her breasts, her back, her buttocks, her thighs.

"I said shave your cunt, bitch. Get to it now!" Shouted the auctioneer employee and slapped Valeria again. Valeria staggered back.

"Are you going to shave your fucking cunt or not?" He spoke firmly and loudly.

"I... I'll shave, gasping from the swelling heat Valeria said, I'll shave it all, it'll be clean and smooth, don't break my face please, I'm a beautiful woman, don't break my face, I'll shave it all, please stop..."

"Shave, bitch." Said the bailiff and handed her the trimmer again. "Spread your legs and shave where everyone can see. Is that clear to the bitch?"

"I'm clear, I'm clear... I'll shave, don't hit, don't hit." Said a sweat shaking Valeria, taking the powerful razor trimmer into her delicate feminine hands.

She turned to the crowd, spread her legs as wide as possible to avoid falling over, and, trying not to meet the stares of her neighbors, concentrated on her vagina, turning on the trimmer.

The trimmer hummed in her hands. She pressed it against her body and began to move it from bottom to top, shaving the hair off her vagina.

She swiped the trimmer once. The trimmer left a smooth, glaucous streak among the black hair, exposing the skin in her most intimate place. The neighbors, smiling, continued to stare at it.

"Valeria, what have you done to yourself, you should shave your vagina regularly. So much time on sex with lovers spend, that already and vagina is no time to shave?, Valeria." - said one of the neighbors.

The humiliation made Valeria feel so hot, as if her skin was being doused with boiling water, as if her skin was on fire, smeared with mustard. It was shameful, but the worst part was that it excited Valeria, in this moment of the greatest shame of her life she felt a tremendous, perhaps the greatest sexual arousal of her life.

Valeria ran the trimmer in her vaginal area a second time, a new white streak of soft feminine skin parted the thick black carpet of hair.

Valeria continued. She was aroused. She realized that this was a shameful situation, that she should be angry and cursing everyone, but she was aroused and suddenly felt a craving for submission. She shaved herself thoroughly, trying to maximize the quality of the order she had received. Wisps of shaved hair fell to the ground exposing more and more of the skin of the beautiful vagina of a mature experienced woman.

Soon it was all over. A beautiful vagina with a large clitoris and large plump labia stood before the audience.

"I shaved myself, now slut Valeria has everything smooth and clean..." Said Valeria, handing the trimmer to the junior bailiff.

"I see you are starting to realize something. Good whore." said the man. Just then his gaze, which had examined the quality of the shave, saw her swollen aroused clitoris and drops of moisture oozing from her newly shaved vagina.

"Oh, I see that excites the bitch? Then get a new order so that everyone is finally convinced of the loss of your civilian status: Bitch, you're horny, you're all sweaty from the excitement caused by the shame, do you want to masturbate?"

Valerie really wanted to masturbate, but was very afraid to admit that the first extreme hardcore shaming of her life had turned her on so much.

"I... I... please don't, don't do it in public...."

"Masrutbate bitch" the bailiff said in a stony tone.

Valeria reached out a trembling hand to her aroused clit.

Chapter 5

She touched herself. Her body responded with a pleasant shiver, the heat intensified, sweat dripped from her face, breasts, and buttocks to the ground. The excitement was incredible, like she had never experienced with her husband or with her many lovers.

Valeria began to masurbate. She caressed her clitoris, massaged her labia, penetrated her vagina with her fingers, while moaning loudly and voluptuously, enjoying her own body in front of her neighbors, in front of whom she had previously tried to look like a respectable woman to the last.

Her vagina was releasing a lot of moisture while masturbating. The moisture from her vagina along with drops of sweat dripped onto the pavement. Valerie could feel the rings and chains of the shackles preventing her from masturbating and touching her tender sensitive vagina, but she continued to furiously satisfy herself, enjoying playing with her own aroused vagina.

Oh, how she wished she could enjoy this play for longer. She closed her eyes in pleasure. Her hands were completely stained with her own moisture. One hand was penetrating her fingers and the other was masturbating her pleasure-burning clit. The cold steel chain touched her labia, the rings on her hands bumped against each other creating discomfort, but Valeria continued. She had never before masturbated while shackled and wearing a collar labeled "Slave." It excited her wildly, too. She knew it was shameful, but she was already incapable of stopping her wild insane craving to experience this new perverse pleasure.

She felt something terrible rapidly approaching - the strongest orgasm of her entire life. She forgot everything and craved only this orgasm.

And it came. For a few moments Valeria lost touch with reality, the darkness of the night appeared around her, filled with pure absolute pleasure. Her body shuddered in sweet convulsions and a thin trickle of moisture splashed from her vagina. It was the first squirting orgasm of her life. Valeria came to her senses. Opened her eyes. The people looking at her were smiling cheerfully.

"Looks like Valeria has found her true calling," someone in the crowd said, 'This is much more interesting than counting money, eh Valeria?'. Everyone else laughed softly

"Okay, bitch, you've masturbated and cum, now - get in the car. " Said the auction employee and pulled Valeria into the car, into the slave transportation compartment.

Valerie, who had just had the greatest pleasure of her life, was immediately confronted with horror:

The car was a small truck, with two seats in the front for the driver and his partner, and a slave transportation cell in the back.

The cell was a small room, with a bed with straps to which an immobilized slave was tied. In the cell she saw horrible torture devices that looked like a box with a liquid crystal screen and many wires ending in metal clamps, a steel anal plug, and a steel dildo. Particularly horrifying was a small, thin, oblong-shaped electrode with a rounded end for insertion into the female urethra. The box was shaped much like a motorcycle battery. With a dashboard above it. Also fixed on the wall were whips, rough and heavy, long flexible carbon fiber rods of varying thickness, these rods would not break even from hard blows.

"What are these?" - Valeria pleaded, "You don't have to do this to me, I'll do whatever you want, I'm scared, please tell me you won't torture me with that horrible electrical device... Please..."

"Well we seem to have found common ground, slave. And this is for those who resent it too much. We have been bitten, knives have been thrust at us, pepper spray has been thrown in our eyes, even incendiary mixture has been thrown once. If a woman resents being enslaved, we punish her right here. Here is for example this device that frightened you so much: We insert one electrode into the woman's urethra, and the other electrode is attached to the clitoris and we pass electricity between them. One two-second or three-second discharge is usually enough. Not to mention everything else. But you just sit on the bed and don't fuck around. You'll get there nice and quiet. "

Valeria sat on the bed braided with a multitude of securing straps and squirmed into a ball. The drivers slammed the door shut. The automatic lock clicked. Valeria was left alone in a ghastly torture chamber. The memory of the magnificent orgasm mingled in her mind with the horror of the electric torture of her clitoris and urethra. She seemed to stop feeling the line between shame and arousal, pain and pleasure. Valeria was shocked. Still her psyche was breaking down and reorganizing itself into something new. She was becoming a masochistic slut.

The car started and drove towards the slave auction building complex. Valeria felt like she was slowly going insane. She stared intently at the horrible device with the electrodes, Fear began to cause her arousal and she began to masturbate again, looking at the horrible electrodes, designed for gruesome unbearable torture of the beautiful female body.

Chapter 6

"I'm a slut.... I'm a slut... I'm a slut..." repeated Valerie and caressed herself, looking at the electrode designed to be inserted into a woman's urethra.

"Pain and shame turn me on, it's wrong, it's horrible, but... but it feels so good..."

Valerie took the cord with the thin oblong urethral electrode. She touched her urinary canal with it. The device was disconnected, there was nothing to fear. Valerie began to slowly insert the disconnected electrode into her urethra and at the same time caress her clitoris. She was now simultaneously fucking her urethra with the metal wand, just as a penis fucks a cunt, and caressing her clit, which was bursting with a thirst for pleasure.

Valeria orgasmed again. The new orgasm pulsed through her body for a long time, her hips continued to quiver. A blissful smile of deep satisfaction at the pleasure she had received appeared on her face. Beneath her, a wet spot formed on the bed from the moisture flowing from her aroused vagina. Playing with her urethra caused her to piss a little during her orgasm. But she didn't care. She was just going crazy not realizing what was happening to her.

"I shouldn't... I shouldn't give in to this... I'm an accountant, I have a higher education, I was entrusted to distribute finances in a large serious firm, I shouldn't enjoy the pain and shame as the last dirty cheap whore, I should hold on and not give in to these dark passions devouring my soul."

Valerie's musings were interrupted by the driver's voice coming from the speaker on the camera wall "My partner saw everything on the video camera, whore. You made our bed dirty. Who gave you permission to masturbate, slave? Now you're really going to get it."

The car stopped on the side of the road. The drivers got out of the front seats, walked over to the cell, opened it and stepped inside, closing the cell door tightly behind them.

"If she likes the electrodes so much, why don't we use them?" Said the junior officer to the supervisor.

"No, no need for electrodes, she didn't insult anyone or resist anyone, she didn't refuse to follow orders, the slut just masturbated. Let's better apply the classical punishment." The man replied.

"Well classic is so classic," said the assistant bailiff. They grabbed Valeria and put her breasts on the bed. Locking straps were fastened on her body, pinning her delicate sexy body to the bed.

Soon all the straps were buckled. Valeria moaned "Please don't, please don't, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I won't masturbate again without permission, I get it, I'm sorry please, I'll give you a blowjob, do whatever you want to me, fuck me vaginally, anally, but please don't punish me, please..."

"No, bitch. You need to be punished to remember how to masturbate without permission. And you will remember that." The bailiff ran his hand over her soft big rounded sexy buttocks.

"Great target for our rods, slut." Said the auction officer and turned to his partner, "Begin the punishment."

The partner swung around and struck Valeria's buttocks with a thin heavy and very flexible rod made of strong synthetic fiber. Valeria howled in pain. The pleasure of the orgasm she had experienced just three minutes ago, the memory of which was still very vivid in her mind, was replaced by excruciating pain. A few seconds later the pain repeated itself, then again, and again, and again. Valeria didn't count the blows of the rod, she just howled in pain like a wounded animal.

New and new blows of the heavy flexible thin rod fell on Valeria's buttocks, covering their delicate skin with red stripes. Pulses of pain pulsed through her consciousness again and again, driving her to maddening despair. This time she was just in excruciating pain. Valeria was suffering. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain cutting and burning through Valeria's delicate skin. Pain and a shriek of pain. Again and again. It seemed to Valeria that these few minutes of torture of her soft sensitive buttocks would never end.

"That's enough, that's enough, or we'll cut the skin until it bleeds" Said the bailiff to his partner.

"I see." replied and put the rod back on the shelf. "Let's put alcohol on the wounds and leave her tied up." Again he said to his partner.

The partner pulled out a can of alcohol and began to spray Valeria's exhausted, flogged red skin. Valeria began not just howling like an animal, but wheezing in pain. The alcohol soaked into the scarred skin, burning it, tormenting Valeria's flesh and consciousness with unbearable pain.

"Bitch, you have soiled our bed with urine, now you are forbidden to urinate, if you urinate on the road while we are traveling - we will torture you again, and this time the rod will touch your huge luxurious breasts, do you understand the order?"

"Yes..." replied Valeria.

After the orgasm with urethral games Valeria really wanted to urinate... But Valeria had to be patient.....

Chapter 7

Valeria lay face down on the bed, restrained by straps so it was impossible to move even half an inch. Her beautiful body was completely immobilized. She felt completely helpless and could only surrender herself to the will and mercy of her current minders. She could clearly feel every stiff strap squeezing her body, which had never before known such cynically perverted cruel abuse.

Yes, her husband had occasionally beaten her during scandals, but it had never gone beyond slaps and fist bumps, which, though difficult, could be endured.

But she enjoyed a lot. She enjoyed sex with her husband, she enjoyed sex with her many lovers, Valeria sexually serviced her boss and colleagues at work, her life was full of sexual pleasure, which except for her husband delivered her many other strong energetic men.

In the office in closed cubicles she sucked their cocks, let them fuck her vaginally and anally in a variety of positions and got many beautiful strong orgasms. Valeria knew very well about pleasure and adored it with all her soul.

She loved kneeling in front of her colleagues and boss and sucking their big erect dicks, loved it when they ejaculated on her face and on her naked beautiful huge breasts. When drops of cum ran down her lips and her nipples. Her vagina would get so wet that her underwear would get wet and had to be changed.

But she did it of her own free will because she liked cocks, many big erect cocks, eager to penetrate her body. Valeria had been blissed out by it.

And now it was all turning into hell for her. The auction overseers were ready to inflict a wide variety of humiliating painful abuse on her at the slightest disobedience. Enjoying masturbation and sex with a partner without the permission of the masters was forbidden. She continued to feel not only the straps but also the steel of the shackles and collar that bound her seductive body.

Meanwhile, the pain from her unopened bladder continued to grow. It was getting harder and harder to endure by the minute. This punishment was particularly shameful and agonizing. For the first time in her life, she was being tortured by the restraint of urination.

Valerie really wanted to forget everything and urinate, but the fear of torturing her breasts prevented her from doing so. The sting before the torture of her breasts forced her strength to endure this perverted torture.

Valeria loved her huge breasts very much. Loved her big dark nipples with huge dark areolas around them. During masturbation and sex she liked to touch and caress her breasts, she was proud of how big her natural breasts were, much bigger than other women's. That she was able to seduce many men with these breasts, that men at the sight of her do not look at her eyes but look at her breasts and undress her with their eyes, imagining the sexual luxury of her breasts completely naked.

It was eerie to her to imagine how these two rough men would subject her favorite tender sensitive breasts to brutal merciless torture. What would they do to her? Would they just flog it like they did her buttocks, or would they use electrodes? Or both. Her breasts, which Valeria fondled during sex and play with her body, would become a source of pain, a source of torment for a long time.

Valeria didn't want that and continued to endure the growing cutting pain in her urinary system. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth with tension. She was ready to sell her soul to Satan for the right to urinate, but she knew the auction staff was cruel. They are just waiting for an excuse to punish her again and again while she is in their hands. She is a very beautiful woman and these men just seemed to enjoy abusing her.

Soon Valerie moaned, "I know you can hear me, please stop the car, untie me, let me pee, please let this worthless whore, this cum bitch pee. I admit to being a worthless whore, a worthless bitch, a sex hole, I admit to being a stupid vulgar cunt, a whore, a cocksucker and a nymphomaniac who deserves merciless punishment and torture, but please let me piss please, I'll give you the best blow job of your life, I'm good at it, just let me piss please...."

"No, slut," came a voice from the speaker. You're gonna hold it until we get there. Unless, of course, you're sorry about your breasts, slut.

After half an hour, which seemed to Valeria an eternity, the car arrived at the auction building. The cell doors opened and the same bailiffs entered, quickly and roughly untying Valeria from the bed.

When the slave was untied, a senior officer took her leash, pulled her and said: "Bitch out."

Valeria struggled to move her legs and got out of the car. Her face was twisted with tension.

"Ser... Please..." Quietly the broken Valeria began to beg.

"Has the bitch realized everything?" Asked the overseer?

"Yes, bitch has realized everything." replied Valeria in a quiet slightly hoarse voice.

"Good, bitch, you'll be allowed to piss soon."

"Thank you sir..." replied Valeria quietly.

Chapter 8

The bailiff walked forward with a quick step and pulled Valeria's collar leash chain behind him. "Follow me, slave." He said. Valeria jerked after him and walked forward. Walking was difficult, Valeria bent slightly in pain and discomfort from the urge to urinate. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to contain herself and reach the toilet and urinate right on the street or in the corridor of the building.

Her legs, accustomed to free steps when they were not shackled, became confused and stumbled. Valeria walked with great difficulty, clearly feeling that now she was nothing and nobody. Even going to the restroom was a favor from her new master. And without this favor, new humiliating sufferings await her.

The auctioneer walked with a quick, free, broad stride; he dragged Valeria on a leash like a shepherd drags an animal, leading her to the door of the auction building. Valeria waddled after him, stumbling, trying not to wet herself, naked, completely naked, with a naked shaved vagina, shackled legs and arms, with red lines from the brutal flogging of her beautiful rounded buttocks and attractively swaying huge natural breasts, she walked through the public place where there was a huge number of strangers. There were many people around, mostly other men who sold their wives into slavery, buyers - private individuals and representatives of legal entities. Many of them looked at her with appraising eyes, some of them pointed their fingers at her and started to talk to each other. She just stared at the floor with her head bowed, trying not to meet anyone's eyes. She couldn't look people in the eye now, continuing to burn with shame and agony from the pain that was breaking her will, not only from the suffering but also from the sweet tingling in her vagina from the newly growing sexual excitement. People saw that she was going bent over and realized that she was being punished with a ban on urination. And Valeria also realized that they saw and knew everything.

The bailiff dragged Valeria into a large ten-story building with heavy double-leaf metal doors, led her into a hallway where there was also a mass of people, many of whom were gawking at the new slave, at her gorgeous body and the fresh marks of her punishment.

In this hallway Valeria began to turn around and look in different directions until her gaze finally caught on a door labeled "Restroom".

"Please... Ser..." Again she pleaded

"Now, slave, it will be soon" A wickedly mocking smile was replied by the Auction Officer.

He led Valeria into the restroom. While his partner, who had followed him all this time, remained standing at the entrance.

The toilets stood in a row of stalls, the slave girls walked up to them and did their business.

"Here?...?" Whispered Valeria pitifully.

"Yes, this is for the slave girls" replied the overseer.

Valeria no longer cared that she had to do this publicly in front of the overseer and the other slave girls.

She jerked toward the toilet, but the auction employee pulled the leash back on her

"Have you really come to your senses, slave?"

"Yes, yes, yes sir, I have realized everything... PLEASE!...." moaned Valerie bending more and more in pain.

Get on the toilet, bitch. You will empty your bladder on command, understand?

"Yes sir, yes..."

She sat down where she belonged.

"Ready, slave?"

"Yes ser, ready..." Valeria replied.

"Permission to piss, bitch."

Valeria began to piss. With happiness and pleasure that she was getting rid of the pain that was tormenting her she threw her head back, closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure "ooooohhhhhhh.... Oooooh.... Aaah...."

Valerie emptied her bladder with pleasure and relaxed, even smiling a little. She stood still for a few moments enjoying the absence of that excruciating cutting pain.. She urinated naked, shackled and collared, sitting in full view of the other overseers and slave girls while one of the overseers held the leash handle of her collar. Her arousal from the shame and torture continued to build, her cheeks reddened slightly and her clit began to swell treacherously.

But Valeria knew not to touch her clit without permission. Otherwise it would hurt. Pain. Pain. Again and again. Long, agonizing, unbearable.

"How hard, God, how hard it is for me now, with my passionate character, almost bordering on nymphomania, how hard it is to restrain myself and not to touch the clitoris, not to penetrate the vagina with my fingers when I want, not to use my favorite large vibrator, simultaneously affecting the clitoris and penetrating deep into the vagina, how hard not to invite my lover at work in a closed office at any time when I feel a new burst of passion, how hard... " thought Valeria, being in a pleasant relaxation and feeling the slowly growing excitement in her clitoris eager to be touched.

She wanted to get up from the toilet, but suddenly she was stunned by another slap. Valerie swayed, almost falling off the toilet bowl.

Chapter 9

"For what, ser...?" She asked.

"After you peed, you forgot to thank me for letting you pee, bitch."

"But I said earlier..." whined Valeria pitifully

"You need to thank again immediately after being released from your punishment, remember that slave" replied the auction employee.

"Thank you, thank you ser... I understand, don't hit me again please... don't hit me..." she said quietly.

"Now get up, we need to register your arrival, give you a physical exam, and send you to your cell to wait for the auction. Get up quickly and go, bitch."

Valerie got up quickly and followed the minder again to the restroom exit where another bailiff was waiting.

"Well slave, it's a lot easier now, isn't it?" Said the junior auctioneer.

"Yeah..." She said in a half whisper.

The senior officer again roughly tugged on her leash and led her down the corridor to another large hall where there were five small reception rooms where the overseers brought slaves in and out to register for sale. Valeria's shackles jingled across the floor with the chain, and the sound reminded her of her fate, as did the very rings of shackles and collar that the once free woman was having such a hard time getting used to.

"Dragged..." Said the not-young woman, a registrar in her fifties, looking at Valeria with an evil arrogant look. "Whore again?" She asked.

"Sort of" replied the bailiff mockingly.

"Papers" said the receptionist.

The senior auctioneer held out a copy of the slave's temporary slave license to her.

The receptionist pulled out a scanner and scanned the graphic code on the document.

"Okay, bitch in the chair, quick" She said

The overseers sat Valerie in the chair and began to tighten the straps on her body, securing her in the chair still. She again felt the elastic hard straps squeezing her tender hot sexy female flesh, indicating her current place in the social hierarchy.

The female registrar pulled out a strange large device that resembled a rectangle with a handle, 10 inches long and an inch wide.

"Fucker, it's going to hurt now, be patient and don't fuck around or we'll punish you, okay?" the receptionist said.

"What is this, why...?" wailed Valeria.

The female receptionist slapped Valeria across the face "Bitch, I asked you, do you understand or not? Answer me straight, you lowlife."

"Yes, I understand, Mistress..." Valeria replied quietly, bowing her head slightly and lowering her guilty look into her eyes.

The overseer wiped Valeria's shoulder with alcohol, then sprayed it once more with a special disinfectant solution, then, when the solution was gone after a couple of minutes, she put a strange-looking apparatus on Valeria's shoulder and pressed a button.

The machine beeped monotonously and with that sound a stabbing pain pierced Valeria's shoulder.

She clenched her teeth and tried to endure this pain, for today she had already been trained to endure the pain that tormented her tender body, to endure torture, punishment, suffering and shame. And so she endured. She knew that discipline and obedience were expected of her. And what would happen if she failed to show them. Now she was completely powerless and they could do whatever they wanted to her.

After a few minutes, the automatic tattoo machine went silent and beeped "Operation completed successfully, put the machine away."

The female receptionist set the machine aside in a special pouch.

Valeria's shoulder was whimpering with a tingling burning pain.

A black rectangular graphic code two inches wide and high was painted on her shoulder.

Valeria was branded like an animal.

She understood that. She understood that she was being morally murdered as a person. As a free person. She felt fear, sadness, anger, humiliation, and at the same time, sexual arousal. The thought "I am a branded whore... I am a branded whore under total sexual control..." gave Valeria a perverse pleasure that she found harder and harder to fight. Her clit was swelling treacherously, her vagina growing moist.

"The goods are registered, take the whore for a medical examination" said the registrar to the bailiffs, "Look at that bitch, her cunt is wet' she added "She'll have fun at the medical examination."

"God, my life has become a series of pain and shame, pain and shame, pain and shame, pain and shame, pain and shame... over and over again... They break me, they change me, my mind is sinking into darkness, I am beginning to resign and enjoy my role as a slave, I am losing my will and feeling the need to obey, it's scary, but it's like a new world that you want to step into..." thought Valeria as the court bailiffs were taking her to the court... " thought Valeria as the bailiffs untied her from the chair, unbuckling the straps squeezing her flesh one by one.

"Get up, bitch" Said the senior officer 'follow us - go ahead' he added and dragged her, naked and shackled, for a medical examination into another large hall where there were also 5 rooms for examining slaves.

When she was dragged into one of the empty rooms, Valerie saw a young nurse with the same cruel sadistic smile as the female receptionist. And heard the same words - "Get that bitch in the chair. Now."

Chapter 10

The warders quickly picked Valerie up so that she didn't even have time to recover, except for a long exhalation of breath. The men sat her down on the gynecological chair and began to tighten the restraining straps on her again, fastening her delicate female body to the frightening-looking white metal chair.

Fixing Valeria in the chair, the warders removed the shackles from her left leg to spread her legs and place them in the grooves of the gynecological chair. Valeria again felt the straps squeezing her body, completely depriving her of mobility and making her completely available for manipulation by the nurse who was going to examine her. The chair was made in such a way that the nurse could easily access her vagina and anus,

"Oh, what have we got here? A new hole..." - The nurse said with sincere sadistic interest as she looked at the helpless Valerie who was fixed in the chair, "Well slave, let's see how useful you will be for sex slavery, I hope they make a very good slut out of you." - smiled the nurse

The nurse changed her rubber gloves and bent over to expose Valerie's vagina and anus on full display.

"Oooh, so slut - that's horny! Does your cunt want a hard penetration, slut? Ha ha ha ha ha, shut the fuck up. I know it does, your clit is erect, your vagina is wet. You're gonna get a hard penetration, bitch. But first, cunt-fucker, be honest, what were you sick with before?" - The nurse asked in a hard icy tone.

"Nothing... Miss.... Only Flu...." Replied the frightened and humiliated slave girl humiliated by the medical procedures "Just the flu..."

"I hope the bitch is not lying to us" the nurse said and pulled out a large shiny metal speculum - 'Now we are going to open the bitch up and see what the whore has inside, enjoy it slut' the nurse said and began to insert the speculum into Valeria's vagina.

Valerie felt the cold hard metal penetrating her vagina.

She had always used only soft flexible artificial phalluses for sex. Or the dicks of her many lovers. But never before had a metal instrument penetrated her vagina.

Shame and embarrassment wildly excited Valeria, she was aroused even by the fact that this sadistic young woman would now touch the most intimate parts of her helpless body, the body of an experienced older woman.

The tender walls of her vagina felt the movement of the cold hard metal. This was the first time the slave had ever felt such a thing. And it excited her.

"Don't you dare orgasm, bitch, slave girls are not allowed to orgasm without orders, remember that" said the nurse "or I will punish you, I think your overseers will approve of what I did"

"I approve" said the senior warder "The bitch has already masturbated without permission today, as you can see her buttocks have already been punished. Her breasts are next... Although you, as a nurse, can come up with something original. Still, the bitch is stateless and completely disenfranchised." - added the overseer.

Valeria realized that the nurse had purposely chosen a larger speculum than was needed. Valeria's vagina was well trained by her lover's many cocks, among them even Negroes with really huge cocks. But the speculum chosen by the nurse was really big enough for Valeria to feel how it stretched her aroused vagina.

After the tool had fully penetrated her vagina, the nurse began to turn the screw, expanding the slave's vagina with the sliding parts of the tool.

Valerie, who was already on the verge of orgasm, began to feel discomfort and pain. The metal slowly increased the pressure on her pleasure-accustomed vagina and roughly stretched her slave's hole.

The pain increased gradually, growing stronger and stronger as Valerie felt the tool's pressure building on her tender flesh.

And now the screw was turned all the way out. The slave was going through another shocking painful humiliation that would forever change her mind, which was used to luxury and comfort.

The slave wanted to orgasm badly, she tried not to give in to that desire realizing the agonizing consequences in the form of more terrible and humiliating punishments. But she felt that even if she allowed herself to orgasm, she could not orgasm with her vagina stretched by the speculum.

"So... Let's see..." - said the nurse, looking into the slave's open vagina - "It's all nice and clean, now let's check the bitch's anus."

With those words the nurse began to turn the screw back on, much to Valerie's relief. Having returned the speculum to its original closed position the nurse began to slowly remove it from Valeria's vagina.

And then finally Valerie felt that the ability to orgasm after returning the speculum to its closed position had returned to her.

She tried her best not to orgasm, almost crying and biting her lower lip with her front teeth. But alas.... Valeria was a slut used to quick pleasure, not a slave trained to hold back and control her feelings. She really wanted to orgasm and she orgasmed when the speculum had almost completely left her lustful vagina.

Chapter 11

She couldn't help herself and orgasmed violently again with a moan of pleasure, shuddering with pleasure.

"Couldn't stand it, bitch..." - The nurse said.

"But I couldn't stop, please excuse me..." - replied the slave girl in a suppressed pleading tone.

"We don't care"-said the nurse: "a slave must obey the rules. If she breaks them, she is punished."

Valeria didn't answer anything anymore. She realized that she was about to be hit again by the pain that would replace the passionate pleasure she had just experienced. She orgasmed again in front of strangers, but it embarrassed her less and less. She realized that, albeit slowly, in small steps, she was getting used to being a slave. Getting used to obeying and enduring the pain of punishment. Getting used to no longer being considered a human being. And used to taking perverse pleasure in her position.

But now she was about to experience a new pain.

The nurse took out a small screw medical clamp and said, "Let's play with the horny bitch's clit a little."

With those words she placed the clamp on Valerie's clitoris, which had just been burning and still held a passionate desire for touch, sex or masturbation, and began to slowly tighten the screw of the clamp.

The miniature steel vise began to squeeze Valeria's delicate supersensitive clitoris after a violent orgasm.

Valerie trembled again, her eyes moist with coming tears, but there was no crying. Valeria was seized by a quiet desperation.

Valeria's new world was cruel - the slightest mistake was punishment. The slightest disobedience - punishment. Punishment could be just for re-education even if you hadn't made a mistake.

In just a few hours, the world of pleasure turned into a world of torture and.... And perverted pleasure.

Just yesterday Valeria had sucked the cock of one coworker and let her cunt be fucked by another at the same time she was sucking the cock of the first. Valeria was enjoying it. She enjoyed having the first coworker cum in her mouth at the same time that she got an orgasm from the second coworker fucking her insatiable fucking cunt. The second coworker's cock was big and he fucked her hard and deep just the way she liked it. Her vagina, her clit were satisfied and she was in the sweet bliss of complete sexual satisfaction for the rest of the day.

But now the cold metal in the sadistic nurse's merciless hands was slowly but surely squeezing almost the most sensitive erogenous point of her beautiful body.

Valerie felt the coldness of the metal and felt it lose that coldness as it squeezed her clit and heated up from more and more contact with it.

"Bitch has to tolerate it," the nurse said in a demonstratively gentle caustic tone: "Bitch will tolerate it, won't she?"

"Yes, Miss, the bitch will tolerate... tolerate as long as it takes, Miss..." - Valeria replied.

"Oh... So I see the bitch is starting to realize something" replied the nurse as she looked at Valeria's strapped body and patted her clamped clit with her finger.

A cruel merciless pain pierced Valerie's clit. But with each thrust of the nurse's finger of the clamp on the slave's clit, the slave shuddered as if struck by electricity.

"Be quiet, bitch, or we'll add more"-said the senior auctioneer, "Continue the inspection, there's a line forming behind us, we can't delay any longer."

"Of course. We'll continue," said the nurse in the same gently cruel tone: "Now we need to examine our bitch's other working orifice."

With those words the nurse picked up a new instrument, almost the same piece of shiny medical steel, but smaller and somewhat differently shaped.

"Relax your anus, slut, we need to play with it a little," the nurse said and began to slowly insert Valerie's pre-lubricated anal speculum between her buttocks.

The slave had already experienced anal sex and was able to orgasm with it, sometimes even more than with vaginal sex. But, as with vaginal speculum, she was enjoying the elastic live cock in the ultra-thin expensive condom, not the hard metal mercilessly penetrating her exhausted body for this terrible day.

The straps squeezed her body, the clamp squeezed her clit, and the anal speculum inexorably deepened into her anus reaching its full depth.

Valerie Just clenched her teeth. And closed her eyes. She already knew what was coming next. And it did.

The spinning screw began to pull apart the details of the anal speculum, stretching Valeria's asshole.

The slave liked anal penetration, with men she was willing to endure a certain discomfort for the sake of future pleasure. because she knew that pleasure awaited her next.

But at the moment, nothing but more humiliating pain awaited her.

Speculum stretched her asshole so that Valeria felt as if her eyes were being squeezed out of their orbits. She began to breathe hard and fast. But she tried to keep silent, because she clearly understood that if she would resent and show her discontent, her inability to tolerate pain and accept humiliating procedures, she would be tortured with double or even triple force.

Chapter 12

Finally - the screw of the anal speculum was fully unwound and Valerie just froze, breathing fast and hard.

"It's clean in here too," the nurse stated: "nice ass, perfect for making this bitch an anal whore."

"You've had anal sex before, right?" - the nurse asked.

"Y-y-y-yes... Miss..." Replied the slave girl. Trying to say it in any intelligible way.

"You'll need it in the future. It's very hard to start from scratch, but it will be a little easier for an experienced whore like you." the nurse smiled and began to turn the screw in the opposite direction, reducing the speculum.

Valeria breathed a sigh of relief. Her suffering was at least a little lessened, although the clamp still continued to squeeze her tender sensitive clitoris, piercing her consciousness with unrelenting pain.

The nurse pointed her tablet phone at the graphic code on Valerie's shoulder, noted something in the window that opened and said: "Based on the physical exam, the bitch is fit to fuck. Uncouple."

The auction staff began to undo the straps Valerie was tied to the chair with.

"How long should I keep the clamp on?" - asked the senior staff member to the nurse?

"No more than an hour, no longer than that," replied the nurse.

"A whole hour..." - thought the exhausted Valeria sadly, "Another whole hour..."

Having untied all the straps, the men put the second ring of shackles on the slave's leg and dragged her by her collar out of the medical ward.

"Come on forward follow us, march step!" - said the senior overseer and dragged Valeria by her collar behind him.

She was led from the administration building down a side corridor off to some other building.

She walked down a corridor of bare concrete walls, even unpainted, until she came to a post where two guards were sitting. Behind them were two lattice partitions with doors.

"A new bitch has been brought in for registration," said the guards, "We'll give her to you."

At that, one of them pulled out a small tablet, pointed at the graphic code on Valeria's shoulder and manipulated the window that appeared. - "Bitch surrendered."

"Accepting new bitch," one of the guards replied. He hovered his tablet over her shoulder and made a mark in the program's pop-up window again.

"Bitch accepted," he replied.

"And here's another thing, bitch is penalized for orgasming without permission" - Auction Officer "You'll have the program beep when the clit clamp is removed. In the meantime, let her stay with it, maybe she'll learn some discipline."

"I see," replied the guard, "If the program fails, I'll personally check it out."

The guard opened the bars and dragged Valeria into the space between the two bars. Closed the door behind him. Opened the next door and dragged Valeria into a room with cameras.

Closing the second door behind him he led her inside.

The room was a long, multi-story, single-type cells 2 by 2 meters wide (6.5 by 6.5 feet wide). The cells were closed by two doors - the days were louvered, through which the prisoner could be seen, and the other was a sheet of metal completely shielding the prisoner from observation. Now all of the second opaque doors were open.

Valerie, walking down the corridor could see other female prisoners waiting to be sold.

Her clamped clit continued to torture her with unrelenting pain, but even under these conditions slut Valeria felt aroused. The squeezed clitoris, the shackles on her hands and feet, the collar, the sight of naked female prisoners of various ages, some sitting or lying on beds and some chained to the cell walls, excited Valeria. She was ashamed to admit it, but it was breaking her mind more and more and pulling her into the darkness of perverse pleasure of her slave position as a bitch and a whore and a thing to be brutally and mercilessly used.

In one of the cells she saw two women, one about 45 years old and the other about 19 years old, both lying naked in the same bed, barely able to fit into each other's arms. In another cell Valeria saw a woman about 60 years old, she was standing in the center of the cell, her arms were pulled up to the ceiling and secured there with chains.

She had large breasts sagging from age with large nipples and large dark aureoles around them. She had large rounded buttocks, a slightly bulging rounded belly. In her vagina was visible the end of a thick artificial dick, fixed with a special narrow strap so that it would not fall out, would not be displaced by the muscles of her vagina. The strap running between her legs and securing the dildo was attached to the black belt clutching her waist.

"I guess they will make a whore out of her too," thought Valeria, "even despite her age she will have to do her best to serve the customers. And when clients want sex very badly, they don't really look at age. Cock age does not ask...." - Valeria thought to herself as she passed the woman.

"You'll be chained the same way" said the guard, "so you won't remove the clamp from your clit until the punishment time is over"

"Yes sir..." - Valeria replied.

Chapter 13

The guard led Valerie into a cell like all the others, with a small bed, a toilet, a hand basin, and chains, rings, and carabiners hanging from the ceiling and walls.

The bed was a folding bunk attached to the wall and was now folded and pushed against the wall, freeing up what little space there was in the cell for the slave's punishment.

The guards pulled up a chain from the ceiling, attached it with carabiners to the rings on Valerie's shackles and with a special rotating mechanism pulled the chain upwards.

Valeria's body stretched and tensed. Her heels lifted off the ground. The rings of the shackles crashed into her wrists and squeezed them, pulling them upward.

"Now you'll have to stand on your tiptoes for the entire duration of your punishment, unless you want the steel rings pressing down on your arms, taking the weight of your body." - Said one of the guards.

Valeria didn't answer anything. Just looked down sadly, trying not to make eye contact with the guards and strained her feet to stand up and stand on tiptoe.

The aching pain continued to pierce her clit.

The guard began to touch her breasts and buttocks, which excited Valerie causing her clamped clit to swell while it was still clamped. That was what the guard wanted to accomplish though.

"So, slut, do you like getting aroused with a clamped clit?" - The guard said mockingly to Valeria.

Valeria remained silent. She just stood on her tiptoes, straining all her strength to do so. She was already quite tired for the day and wanted to lie down on the bed, but she had to stand chained to the ceiling by her hands with her clit clamped with a screw clamp. Standing so that her heels did not touch the floor.

It was very hard for her, her strength was gradually leaving her, she stood with her last strength.

Time was running out. Her feet were hurting more and more and her strength was leaving Valeria. She was almost completely hanging with her hands on the rings, unable to keep her tortured body and her shame and humiliation-ridden mind under control.

She relaxed her feet and hung on the rings, her eyes closing of their own fatigue.

The bars of the cell door opened and the very same guard walked in.

"Time... Is it really over..." The slave girl thought with relief.

The guard entered her cell, bent down beside her and began to unscrew the clamp, wanting to remove it from her clit.

Finally the clitoris was freed from the clamp. But with a rush of fresh blood to the previously clamped clitoris. A wave of new pain overwhelmed Valeria's consciousness.

After that he began to slowly rotate the mechanism, lowering the chain by which Valeria was pulled up to the ceiling.

Eventually Valeria first sat up and then lay down on the floor. The guard disconnected the chain from Valeria's wrist shackles.

Valeria just lay on the floor trying to curl up in a circle like a cat. She didn't have the strength to stand up, pull back the bunks, drape them and lie down on them.

"You won't be fed and fed again today. Tomorrow morning we have to take your tests. For that you must not eat or drink anything twelve hours before the tests. Lay back on the bunks and rest" He said.

"Yeah... Seeeerrrr..." Replied from the last of her escaping strength Valeria.

The guard fastened the leash chain of her collar to the

The guard left, closing the two doors behind him, both the grated one and the solid sheet iron one, leaving Valeria flailing on the floor with no strength.

The wave of pain in her tortured clit was subsiding

An electric light shone on Valerie from the ceiling, but she was very tired and wanted to sleep badly.

She fell asleep right on the floor, naked, shackled and collared, on the cold concrete floor of her cell. Just passed out and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Chapter 14

Valeria slept soundly and deeply, remembering absolutely nothing. Sleep gave her complete rest and oblivion. She wished that this blissful dreamless sleep would never end.

But suddenly this blissful dream was interrupted and the creak of the outer metal doors opening brought Valeria back to her new cruel reality.

She continued to lie on the floor as the second grated flap opened and a guard and a nurse entered her room.

"Bitch, get up, now!" - said the guard and showed Valeria the whip.

The slave girl immediately jumped up, throwing off the remnants of such a sweet mesmerizing dream.

The chains of the shackles rang their sad melodic tinkle, along with the rings around her arms, legs and neck reminding Valeria who she was and how she should react to the orders she received.

"Pull back the bunks and sit down," the guard added.

Valeria obeyed.

"Hold out your hand and keep it still, understand?"

"Yes, sir..." Said Valeria in a still somewhat sleepy and sluggish voice, reaching forward with her right hand.

The nurse tightened a tourniquet on her forearm. The stiff strap of the tourniquet squeezed Valeria's arm, but Valeria tolerated it and did not resent it. The events of yesterday for she remembered very clearly every last detail.

"Now that you don't twitch, bitch," the nurse repeated and, having disinfected the skin, began to insert a syringe into Valeria's vein to draw blood.

After filling the syringe, the nurse put it in a special box in the box.

Removing the tourniquet, she said: "Now clamp your arm bent and hold it for 10 minutes with absorbent cotton between your shoulder and forearm."

At the end of the 10 minutes, the nurse pulled a plastic container from another box, gave it to Valerie and said: "Piss the fuck out. Just be careful not to splatter the walls of the container or we'll punish you again."

Valerie didn't want any more punishments, so she crouched over the toilet and very carefully peed a little in front of both the guard and the nurse.

Chains and rings hindered her, she was afraid that she would tip the container over, but the fear of future punishment still made her act with extraordinary precision and she did everything carefully. Closing the container, she handed it to the nurse.

The nurse tucked it into another special box.

"You might make a good sex slave. I hope you're not contagious. I hope you were a smart slut and used condoms properly."

"Yes, Miss, the slut did everything right, Miss..." - Valeria replied quietly.

"Sit here for three days until the tests are ready. If it's clean, you'll be sold" the nurse said and scanned the graphic code on Valeria's shoulder with her tablet's video camera.

"And by the way," the guard added, "Don't masturbate bitch - the camera recognizes when you hold your hand near your vagina too long. We'll be notified and we'll come punish you."

"That's it, let's go." - said the nurse to the guard and they walked out, closing the first grated door behind them.

Valeria realized that she would spend the next three days completely alone, completely naked, with her hands and feet shackled and a collar around her neck, chained to the wall. Deprived of communication with anyone.

"At least they won't torture me," she thought: "Though who knows..."

With these words she lay down on the newly made bed and fell back into a deep sleep.

End of the first part.