Sold! (part 2). Preparations.

[Nezhul]

Here's the first part: http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=7425
Hope you enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it. It's a story about female denial in slavery.
Again, I would appreciate any corrections, for it's my first time writing something, apart from forums.


Sold! Preparations.
After Joshua Murdock, her new owner, has departed, Emily was led back to the cell block. She was stripped naked again, all that left was a thin white collar around her neck. That thing… If it wasn’t for it, she’d masturbate the minute she’d be left alone. After she was edged without relief by her new master, she still felt the urge to cum. But that thing, that collar, would record the moment of her bliss, and she really was afraid of punishment she was promised if that were to happen. Orgasm didn’t cost that much, she considered.
- Wow, that’s a really wet panties! – Commented the jailer that took her clothes. He sniffed them, - I’m going to keep it to myself.
It seemed to Emily that the humiliation of this day would never end. There wasn’t a time in her life when she felt so much embarrassment as on today’s occasions, and there was way too many. She felt like crying on someone’s shoulder, but there were no friends around at all. She was all alone.
Finally, she was left in her cell. The cellblock was actually a large hall; you may have even called it a warehouse, except it was warm enough to stay naked. Rows of small steel cages, like the ones they keep animals in the zoo in, were placed here. Each cage had a bio-toilet and a bed. Rather good bed, actually, except that no blanket or a pillow was provided. Male cages were by the left side, female – to the left. Emily was lucky enough in this aspect – her cage was a few rows away from the closest male row, so she wasn’t always exposed to them.
There was no privacy here – in any moment of time you were visible to at least a dozen of nearby slaves. The discomfort was intentional. It was meant to get people accustomed to the slave life. Emily was living in here for a little bit more than 2 months. That thought made her remember, that she wasn’t cumming for more than a month already. She didn’t have any desire during this time, under all the stress she was experiencing. She only knew how needy she was when she got stroked and couldn’t get off today.
“Well, it seems no orgasms for me for another 2 weeks then… What a pain…” – she thought, and after giving it some more thinking, - “What a slut I’m becoming, craving to cum under this conditions… Almost whishing two weeks to pass as fast as possible. That’s what they want, and they obviously get it.”
She lay on her bed on her side, pulled her knees to her tummy, and closed her eyes.

She woke up a few hours later in the evening. It was dinner time, and a guard pushed her meal in the cage. At least food here was good. Nothing special, but definitely better than she used to eat at school. They gave slaves lots of fruit and fresh vegetables too. Some owners, she heard, didn’t like too feed their slaves that good. For some, that was the last good meals they were going to have. As she ate her tomato salad, she thought a bit what kind of food her master will give her. Joshua Murdock surely didn’t seem like a cruel type. In this aspect anyway, but you could never know.
Most of the slaves were back in their cages now, so they talked to each other. There really wasn’t much to do here, other than talking. She tried not to get attached though, as she knew she would probably never see them after they get separated.
- So, how much did they pay for you all? – a girl in a cell right next to Emily’s asked, my price was 815.
- How can you discuss that with such a straight face? – the women from the nearby cell row replied, - all this slavery thing is sick!
- Maybe. But it’s not that we can do anything about it, and we discussed pretty much every topic in the last month. Or prices are, at least, something new. So, how much?
- 1.1 billion. That money is sick.
- Yea. Can’t really imagine a billion.
- Someone paid only 650 million for me, - said a black girl a few cells away. She sounded rather hurt, - that’s racism, that is.
- Go sue them.
- I was bought for 670 million, said a red haired girl. So it’s not racism. I’m European, it doesn’t matter.
They talked a bit more. Emily thought that she was indeed rather pricy in comparison to her neighbors, and that made her somehow proud, although she knew that was stupid.
- How about you, Emily?
- Hm? – she suddenly was dragged into conversation, - I guess it was something like 1.8 billion… But I’m not sure.
- Come on, that much? – Emily suddenly became a center of attention
- With such a body? – she heard a reply, - I could believe it. So, who’s your master?
- Erm… It was rather difficult. Some guy named Frederic bought me, but then another man came in and bought me out of him.
- Another guy? He had to like you a lot.
- I guess.
- So did he offer 1.8 billion? How much did you cost originally?
- No, it wasn’t like that… - And Emily had to retell them the story of her fate being decided.
- Come on, that can’t be true! The owner of the place? Don’t make me laugh.
- I guess she might be actually telling the truth, - said a blond girl from another cell, - A guy like that Frederic, some smirky, with a goats beard, came in here, and was choosing on girls without any auction. He actually had one, somewhere over there, I heard. I heard as he made her cum a few times right in her cell.
- Really?
- Couldn’t see which one exactly though. Too far away. So at least that part matches.
- Oh yeah, saw that too, said the black girl.
They discussed this incident a bit. Emily thought that she was finally left alone, but soon girls addressed her again.
- So how was he?
- Who?
- The owner of this place. Your new owner.
- Oh… - she gave it a thought, - He’s a bit old for me, like about forty years, but handsome for a pervert.
That gave a round of laugher.
- He must be ridiculously rich then.
- I guess…
- My master is not my type at all. And he has a wife, they were buying me together. Still, not the worst variant, I guess, I understood they are into fetish and bondage but nothing serious.
- My master is into predicament bondage, - complained another women.
- That sucks…
- What’s predicament? – asked Emily. Not that she was really interested, but it was indeed quite boring in here.
- That’s when you get tied up for like hours, and has to choose between one of two discomforts. Like you ought to stay on your toes and your legs begin to ache of stress, or else if your heels touch the ground, you get shocked with electricity.
- Yikes!
- Yea…
- Don’t know how you but I kind of pity her… - Said a black haired women suddenly
- Who, me?
- No! Well, you too. I pity myself too actually… – they laughed a bit. That was a nervous laugh of the cornered people.
Emily looked the way they were looking. There, that girl sat in the corner of her cage with her face in her knees. It was the girl who actually turned herself in to be a slave. She didn’t touch her food.
- She looks quite crestfallen.
- Well I would look like that too if I were her. You know she had an agreement?
- Yea.
- She wanted to be a slave to some master. Just obeying and serving him. But they just sold her off as everyone else.
- Should have seen that coming, - someone commented.
- Yes. She was sold to some pervert. I mean real one. He came here to talk to her, you know. Fat and short, but that doesn’t matter.
- Doesn’t it?
- Well it seems he didn’t intend to fuck her himself at all. He enjoys rape and gangbang, so he has like two dozen of male slaves there, whose only purpose would be to fuck the poor girl when and how they want.
- Oh my… - said Emily. It was quite bad indeed.
- They may even wake her up while she’s sleeping. That’d be the rules. Apparently he enjoys watching the suffering of women in such environment.
- That’s gross!
- That’s why I pity her.
Suddenly, occupants of nearby cells formed a small area of silence.
- Predicament bondage suddenly doesn’t sound that bad…
What they talked about after that, Emily didn’t listen. She fantasized and thought. Being fucked daily by twenty guys was indeed an awful fate. But that though also made Emily hot. Her imagination rushed through scenes of being surrounded by a crowd of guys, holding her, touching her, fucking all her holes at the same time, cumming on her body, while she was a helpless toy in their hands. Her denied pussy, which Emily almost forgot about during the meal, got wet again.
She won’t be cumming for two weeks at least. Normally that was quite OK, she could live for moths without sex. But knowing she is forbidden suddenly made her think only about it, and get aroused by the thought. Damn! Damn that collar!
He said she would be really sorry if she came during these weeks. She didn’t want to find out exactly how sorry. A man who could organize a slave trade was a fearsome person anyway. She had no doubts he could be very inventive in punishing her.
But at the same time, he said if she edged twice a day, she would be rewarded… With orgasm, maybe? That would be nice, but can she do that? Emily didn’t know. She never actually tried denying herself an orgasm.
“How hard can this be? Simply stopping. It’s not like I need to DO anything, on the contrary – simply stop doing it,” – she said to herself.
“Very hard,” – replied her inner voice as she remembered the desperation and need she felt in the afternoon.
But then again, the reward… If the prize were orgasms, that certainly worth a try. And she will get some pleasure for her pussy now… It really ached for pleasure.
But what if she failed and came? She was scared of it very much. The memory of the tortures she endured here, in the facility, were still fresh.
But she has some self control, hasn’t she? She’ll try once, and definitely stop. And if it would be too hard, she won’t push herself for that reward…
But if she won’t be allowed to cum without those edges?...
But If she won’t be allowed anyway?
But if…
Emily groaned. She couldn’t decide what to do. Fear, need, hope and desperation were struggling inside her, waging war on each other. She could really use a coin to throw.
She took a deep breath, and turned to the girl in the nearby cell.
- Can you help me, please?
- What?
- Pick a number – one or two?
- Emm… Two. Why?
- No, nothing, thank you…
- Suit yourself…
So it was decided. She will try it. That wasn’t exactly a coin, but that was good enough. Emily looked around. So many people near her… So many would watch her masturbate… She began to blush deeply. There was no helping it though. There was always someone watching here. Also at night she could wake someone up and that’d be more trouble. She saw other girls masturbating sometimes anyway, it’s not like others paid much attention…
She bit her lip and lay on the bed on her side. Emily licked her fingers wet, bent her legs a bit, to make it more comfortable, and slid her hand in between them. The desire burned and ached, as she started to stroke her labia and clitoris gently. It felt really nice though, and, at least for the time being, made her relax and forget about her frustration. Emily panted deeply, but she was trying not to make sounds. Occasionally, a quiet moan escaped with her breath though, but she couldn’t do anything about it. Memories of the day flashed underneath her closed eyes, and mixed with her fantasies. She was so humiliated and embarrassed… but at the same time, ever so horny.
“Do I really like it?” – she thought, fingering her tight, warm and swollen pussy, - “No!” – her conscious mind resisted…
“Yes you do,” – a traitorous thought bubbled from somewhere deep in her head, - “Just as they called you, Dirty little slave-slut! Masturbating where everyone can see you, obeying his desires as a puppet! Just because you are a horny slut now!...”
She couldn’t help but groan of pleasure and frustration, as she thought it. Her fingers were stroking her clit fast, slippery wet from her juices. She could hear the sound of it, she knew that nearby girls could hear it too. She was getting close.
“No, no, no, no…” – she said to her thoughts, to the advancing orgasm, and to the unfair world in general. She was going to cum in a few seconds, it was right there, - “I’m not a…”
*BIP*
A sudden sound right by her ear made Emily’s heart jump in fear, and her hand instantly leave her pussy and grab her breast instead. Sweet smell of her cunt radiated from her fingers. That was a collar. Did she screw up? No, she didn’t, she felt the need still. The collar had just… counted. It recorded her first edge.
“Oh my god,” – Emily said under her breath and closed her face with her hands, as a sweet agony was making her whole body tremble. It wasn’t painful at all, it was pleasure her body felt, no matter how you looked at it. But it was a torture still. It was like her mind and soul ached instead.
Should she torture herself like that? The answer came instantly – she will be tortured anyway. If not physically, then mentally. She never considered this before, all she hoped and thought of was not to get hurt. She really felt abused now, and a sensation of a collar on her neck poured bitter taste of desperation to her very soul.
She will be tortured anyway. But if she resist it now, if she could complete his task, her future life would at least be a little bit easier. That’s what he promised anyway. She felt like trusting him on that, it was the whole point anyway. If he was to lie to her now, she won’t be doing tasks for him in the future, but if it was true, he’ll get her torturing herself in hopes of a reward.
That was nasty. Damn collar. The sound signal saved her from getting over though… At least that thing was a little bit of help to her. Damn… DAMN!
Emily shifted her body in a more comfortable position, and almost forced her trembling hand down to her pussy. To torture herself more…
This time she felt close almost instantly, and the need was building even higher. She had to bite the bed sheets to silence herself.
“Damn! Damn! Oh gods….”
*BIP*
She drew her hand back as fast, as if her pussy was suddenly made of molten metal. She couldn’t help but suck on her fingers, tasting herself, panting heavily. She bit them a little to distract herself from the sweetness, still filling her lower body.
“Licking your own juices like that. That IS slutty,” – she thought, - “Just shut up…”
Then Emily snuggled on a bed, her legs pulled to her chest, and closed her head with her arms.
Her whole body trembled. That was her first two edges.

It took her at least fifteen minutes to calm down. Emily sat on her bed now, leaning with her back to the iron bars of her cage, and tried to think of anything but sex, although her pussy was still constantly wet from the occasional thoughts and pictures harassing her mind. Click-clacks of locks caught her attention. This sound generally caught everyone’s attention, as it meant something was going to happen. With the complete lack of entertainment here, everything and anything caused interest after awhile.
Lots of men were coming in the storehouse. They were taking certain slaves with them one by one, and led them out. It took some time before it was Emily’s turn. She knew the guy who came for her. It was the steward who arranged things.
- I’m your supervisor, - he said, - come on out.
- Where are we going?
- You’ll find out.
He led her from the cellblock and through some corridors. By the signs on the doors Emily could understand that it was some kind of a medical wing.
- Is it about that surgery?
- Yup.
- Oh my…
- Don’t be scared. As far as I know it’s painless.
She was still uneasy about this. Not that she could do anything, but still… She never thought she would be actually made sterile, even if it was reversible.
Still, it was done. They made an enema for her, and after that, transported to the surgery. It didn’t hurt at all, just as the steward said. In fact, after a small injection in her spine, which felt mostly weird than painful, her lower body became so numb that it felt like it was actually gone from the world. She couldn’t see what they were doing, and that was for the best. She was only asked a few times if she felt dizzy or something, but she actually felt good, apart from being completely unable to feel her legs. It was a strange feeling actually. She never thought that she always FELT something, even while sleeping, even if she was hanging in the air, with nothing at all touching her legs – her tactile nerves were still sending signals. The complete absence of it was an interesting experience, though the circumstances were too awful to be intrigued.
It was somehow amazing how the medical staff differed from all others. They were doctors, very good doctors indeed, and they were professionals. They didn’t giggle at her, and didn’t humiliate her at all. She never knew how she got used to being treated like a slave in this few months, until suddenly she was treated like a normal patient, with all the human rights there were. She had no illusions about them helping her though.
Finally, they were done, and Emily was transported to the small white medical ward. It was a strange feeling when they lifted her from the surging table on the stretcher, and then to her bed. She could feel the hands of one man grabbing her under the shoulders, but it felt like the rest of the body just flew upwards all by itself, as she couldn’t feel the arms of another doctor lifting her by the legs at all.
She was to sleep here tonight, she even got a blanket. She didn’t use a blanket for MONTHS. Emily pulled it right up to her chin with a sense of deep pleasure. It was amazing how a mere blanked made her feel protected, even though she knew it was just a feeling. Even when the drug began to lose the effect, and she felt strong, almost painful creeps all over her legs, and the burning sensation of a small scar in the bottom of her belly, it all felt somehow worth the blanket. Pains were gone really fast though, and she slipped gently to the world of dreams.

It was amazing what modern technology could do when boosted by great money. She was released from the hospital the next day, without any bondages whatsoever. The scar was tiny, maybe a half of a centimeter, and she was also told it would be removed completely. It felt bad returning to her cell though.
Each day she was led out to get her body hair removed. To her surprise, they indeed were going to remove ALL the hair, except specially mentioned, even the one that could be visible only if you looked really hard. They used some sort of light or lasers to do that, and it stinged a bit as they did. It was bearable though.
The worst parts of her daily life were the edges she was supposed to do. Every day it was getting harder to control herself, and day after day, after doing them, she decided that she wouldn’t be able to hold back tomorrow, thus she will stop teasing herself. She did it anyway. She noticed herself finding excuses to masturbate. And day after day she was getting louder at it, because with each day and each edge she did, the molten knife digging in her soul when she forced the hand away was larger and struck deeper. It was almost physical pain after the first week passed by, and she found herself whimpering a bit after each session.
One day, her supervisor led her a bit different way.
- Your master thought up an additional request for you, - he said.
- What is it? – Emily asked, shivering a bit in uneasiness.
- He wants your hood do be pierced.
- What?
- You know the hood of your clitoris. Don’t worry, it will sting only a bit.
They entered a rather small room, with a few chairs near the wall. They were different and apparently all could be positioned and modified to be more comfortable for a certain purposes. It was also a tattoo salon by the looks of it. A rather old man with a grey hair and a small beard was sitting near a small table and was drawing something that looked like a butterfly made of flames. Rather beautiful, Emily had to admit. As they got closer, he stared on them from above his glasses.
- Can I help you? – he ventured.
- We need a piercing like this, - Steward fetched a photo of someone’s pussy from his pocket.
- Is that all?
- Yes.
- Ok… Have a seat, - he waved to the chairs near the entrance, - come here, girl. We’ll make it nice and quick.
He led her to a chair looking remotely like gynecologist’s, with a spreaders for the legs. Emily was embarrassed as she sat into it and spread her legs wide. He pushed something to bring her up, and pointed a lamp at her pussy. She was wet, Emily knew, as she was a horny mess constantly these days.
- That’s alcohol, - he said, soaking a piece of cotton in the bottle, - May sting a bit.
He spread it all around her clit, labia and pubis, it did sting a bit indeed. It was cold too. She had to breathe through her teeth. The master then produced a pair of piercing clamps and soaked them in the alcohol too. Gently he studied her pussy with his fingers, apparently to find a better spot. It almost made her moan of pleasure. He then reached to her hood with the clamps, and pushed one ring under it. A touch of a hard object directly on her clit made Emily to bite her lip and groan a bit. Finally, when the master aligned it as he wanted, he squeezed her little hood with her clamps. He then produces a long thick needle.
- Oh my… - Emily tried to lean back.
- Don’t worry, I’v done thousands of it. It’ll take a second, just like piercing your ears.
Emily thought that ears weren’t so scary as pussy was, and also she pierced them with some sort of a device. “Click” and it was all over. She was generally afraid of sharp objects, especially pointed to her pussy.
- Relax. Take a deep breath…
She breathed in.
- Ah!
- That’s it! Atta girl. See, nothing scary.
He quickly got a small piercing ring on, and locked it in place. Emily could still feel a little throbs of pain on her clit, but that wasn’t too bad after all. She spent the rest of her day in a cell. To her luck, she already edged today, so she didn’t have to masturbate her hurting clit right away.
Edging the next day was tricky though. It wasn’t the pain, it was a ridiculous sensitivity of her clit, stimulated by the hard metal of piercing directly, as she caressed her pussy. After some time she managed to get those edges, and fell on her bed, sweating and with tears in the corner of her eyes. That was a real torture after all. She was so horny, she was ready to fuck literally anyone to cum, if it wasn’t for consequences. Her orgasms occupied Emily’s mind constantly, her pussy was always itching for pleasure. But she could not dare to cum, she repeated herself, and it was too late to stop anyway, after all the agony she already endured. It would be a shame to just give that reward away now.
The next day, right after she edged herself yet again, and was now lying on a bed and moaning quietly in desperation, a steward came in.
- Emily?
She pulled her head up to look at him.
- Your owner wants to talk to you.
He was holding a cell phone, stretching it towards her through the cell bars. That, of course, drew attention of the occupants of the nearby cells. No one ever talked on a cell phone here, especially slaves. She stood up, her legs still weak after being so close to orgasm just a few minutes ago. She took the phone.
- Hello?
- You have my compliments, Emily!
- What for?
- For being such a good girl all that time. I’m so proud of you.
Those words of applause made her smile a bit. Slaves were never praised for anything in here, and after awhile you started to miss that feeling. Every one of us wants to be praised from time to time.
- Thank you… - she said quietly.
- You are welcome. I personally didn’t think you will actually go for it, trying to fulfill my task. Nor I thought you could continue on with it for that long. I actually just dropped it in to tease you a bit. But now I’ll have to figure something good for you, - he giggled, - You are such a good slave after all.
- Thank you, - that was all she could reply.
- I’v been told just now, that in four days you will be sent here. That means you have only three nights left on the facility. How do you feel about it?
- That’s great! – she said a little bit more anxious then she wanted. She really got tired of this place, and actually was hoping to get an orgasm when she finally got to his place.
- You really are looking forward to it, I can see.
- Yes!
- Although I thought, to make those days really memorable to you, from today on I would like you doing five edges instead of two.
Emily’s heart froze. She was just standing in there, listening to the silence in the phone. Her fingers became so weak, she almost dropped the phone, but managed to squeeze it in the last moment.
- Oh my, please no! – she whispered, - Please, I’m barely holding up already!
- Are you trying to argue with me?
Emily felt tears coming to her eyes and a clod of bitterness forming in her chest.
- No…
- Good. You are such a good girl, I believe in you. It’s entirely your choice to do them or not, though. Okay?
- Okay… - she repeated weakly, tear sliding down her cheek.
- Great! Looking forward to see you, baby. Now please return the phone to the steward.
As her supervisor left, she stood a bit there, holding the metal bars and with her head leaned to them. Down her body, her wet pussy throbbed. Emily then returned to her bed, closed her face with her hands, and started to weep quietly.
Slaves watched her for a bit, and then returned to whatever they were doing.

Her last days were much longer than before. It wasn’t as bad as Emily was afraid it would be though. There was no rule to when she had to masturbate, so she spread the sessions throughout the day: two in the morning, two after lunch, and one in the evening. When a few hours passed, it felt almost like just another day, but she was much hornier all day long like that. She was getting used to her piercing too.
She didn’t want to talk to anyone, and nearby slaves soon left her be. She couldn’t think of anything then sex. She was tired and completely emotionally drained these days. She had some problems with sleep too.
What added to it was the fact, that she spent whole days in her cell now. A scar from the surgery was completely healed and removed, as was her body hair. Emily’s skin was so silky and soft now, as was her pussy. You couldn’t get this effect by just shaving. But the complete lack of changes throughout the day, mixed with constant arousal, was driving her crazy.
Cells were emptying by the day. Almost half of them were vacant now. Girls and men were being delivered to their masters. An unlucky contractor girl was taken away a few days ago, she screamed and struggled, and cried, so it took two men to get her out.
“She is probably getting fucked by those male slaves by now,” - Emily thought, - “Poor sod. Well, at least she can cum all she want…”
Emily wasn’t sure by now, was she that lucky. Every time she forced herself to stop on the very brink of orgasm, the fate of almost any other girl seemed more attractive to her. She tried to convince herself that she was getting one of the lesser evils, but she couldn’t. In fact, she just had no answer. It was a torture, but she couldn’t compare it to anything. She told herself that at least she got only pleasure. She knew that her mind is what was tortured and turned inside-out instead.
*BIP*
A lone sound, mixed with some quiet girl’s groans cut the darkness and almost complete silence. That was the last one. Tomorrow she will leave this place.
Emily couldn’t help, but give a ceiling above her an exhausted smile.