The Auction Block

Chapter 19   August 9th

The last four weeks had indeed been a blur for Nikki.  While she was certainly happy that the seemingly endless torture cycles on Level One had ended, this part of her training had turned out to be no less difficult.  Just as The Mistress had promised, Nikki’s awakened from Dr. Olga’s chamber to find that her sexual desires had done a complete 180.  She found herself in a nearly constant state of arousal, but sadly she was unable to do anything about it, as she had had a fiendish new chastity belt installed between her legs. 

The device was just as imposing contraption and clearly more high tech then the rather rudimentary one she was forced to wear on Level One.  This particular model was made from an ultra-strong lightweight composite material and had tightly fitting rubber seals around the perimeter, preventing even air from getting inside it.  The belt was an imposing shade of black in color, and was outlined in a bright gold trim.  It contained a number of blue LED’s and most importantly, a thumb scanner, which allowed access to only a select few staff members at the Institute.  Access to her cunt was obviously extremely limited.  The same went for the rest of the slaves, who were also fitted with identical devices.  The effect was to not only deny all of the girls’ access to their own pussies, but to those of each other as well.  Level Two was populated by a dozen or so beautiful girls, all of them in a near constant state of “heat” with absolutely no sexual outlet of any kind available to them. 

The chastity belts, in addition to restricting access to their cunts, also served several much more sinister purposes.   The devices controlled among other things, pubic temperatures through a series of fans, refrigeration coils and tiny heat lamps, which could alternately raise and lower the temperature of their cunts depending on the whims of their captors.  Nikki had learned much about these units and their other unpleasant features during the past month.   The chastity belt were taken off for only a few reasons:  Daily shavings, assorted feminine needs, training purposes, and only at the complete discretion of the Commandant and Mistress.  Removal of the chastity belts for any of the aforementioned reasons required that strict guidelines be followed beforehand, namely each girl’s hands had to be completely cuffed and totally immobilized, lest the girls have any ideas about unauthorized touching of themselves. Nikki, like all of the girls, had not felt her own pussy since she had been abducted, now more then two months ago.  Again this type of denial was entirely by design.  The Mistress was conditioning her slaves to the fact that they were not allowed to touch things that they did not own.

During the first few days of her training Nikki had unsuccessfully attempted to touch herself, by sliding a finger underneath the device, but she quickly found the rubber seals to be to completely impenetrable.  The chastity belts were also equipped with ultra-sensitive monitors to prevent tampering.  A piercing alarm was triggered after the most mild of infractions, which immediately sent a wireless signal to the Commandant, who would invariably provide swift and severe punishments, especially so if these infractions occurred in the middle of the night.

Other then the forced wearing of theses hated contraptions; life on Level Two was significantly better for the girls.  They were still kept in underground cells, but the overall confinement was not nearly as strict and suffocating.  The girls were allowed to roam the halls freely during the “daytime” when they weren’t in classes or training sessions.  There was an assortment of books and videos and even a few games to keep themselves occupied during down time, but there were no current periodicals and certainly no television.  It was felt that what was occurring in the outside world was of little importance to them, that was a world they were soon to be leaving behind.  It was felt that it was best to keep their minds completely focused on their training.  

Perhaps the most important well-liked room on Level Two was the state-of-the-art fitness center.  The girls were encouraged to use it as often as possible.  It was important to the staff that all the slaves remain in superior physical condition.  Sloppy or out of shape girls were just simply not worth as much at auction time.  Most of them did take advantage of the exercise equipment, but not for that reason that their captors had anticipated.   The girls learned, like many males who did long stretches of time in prison, that vigorous exercise was an excellent way to help alleviate their constant sexual frustrations. 

One of the side benefits of the visit to Dr. Olga’s chamber, at least from Natasha’s point of view, was that the lesbian conversion process also tended to significantly increase a woman’s sex drive.  Girls who had only a mild interest in sex before the chamber were miraculously transformed into horny sluts.  Girls who had a healthy sex drive beforehand came out of the chamber with an almost unquenchable desire for sexual activity.   One such example of this phenomenon was with slave #306: a girl from New York formerly known as Jessica Mitchell.

She was a gymnast in high school and then in college as well who kept herself in outstanding physical condition.  Her many boyfriends loved the fact that she kept herself in great shape, nearly as much as they loved the fact that she wanted and need constant sex, sometimes as often as three times per day.  Her trip to the chamber was completely successful in redirecting her sexual desires towards the fairer sex.  However one unfortunate drawback for the girl was her now significantly increased libido, one thing she definitely did not need. Jessica struggled much more then any of the other girls with the forced wearing of the chastity belt.  Her repeated begging for relief actually managed to actually garner some sympathy from the staff, but Natasha was firm, absolutely no orgasms would be allowed for any reason.  Jessica would be treated no differently then anyone else.

As the weeks of her training went by, and her sexual frustration reached a fever pitch, #306 decided she must do something about it before she went mad.  She became obsessed with working out in the fitness center, reducing her already low body weight even lower.  The staff, including Commandant Stone and Mistress Natasha were delighted that she was taking all of her pent up sexual desires and trying to channel that energy into becoming an even more valuable slave for them.  What the two of them, nor anyone else on the staff for that matter, failed to notice was that her chastity belt was becoming dangerously loose, so loose that it would soon become possible for her to slip her fingers underneath to touch her clit and give herself some much needed sexual relief.  Jessica was well aware she would probably be caught for doing so, but she no longer cared, to her the reward far outweighed any punishment she would receive.

Confident that she could now get away with her plan, she chose to spend the night with #309, a girl from the Midwest named Rachael.  This girl was a true beauty in every sense of the word young, with dark brown hair and a magnificently toned body.  Everyone there felt she was a spectacular beauty, not quite in Kate’s league, but a stunner nonetheless. 

What Natasha occasionally allowed the girls to do was spend the night with each other.  The girls were encouraged to become sexually intimate with one another, as much as the chastity belts would allow.  Truthfully this was good practice for the slaves, spending close personal time with strange women made good business sense.  Most of the girls liked it too; it gave them a chance to be together without being so carefully monitored.

When the girls were told that they were all being rewarded with a “sleepover” night, they tended to pair themselves off quickly with their friends. That evening though Rachael (#309) was surprised when Jessica (#306) asked her to join her in her bed for the night.  The girls had been friendly, but not particularly close in their few months of captivity together.  Nevertheless the brunette readily agreed and the two quickly went at it when the lights were shut off in the cells. 

Sex between the girls generally took the same format since vaginal contact was impossible.  Soft kissing tended to lead to more passionate kissing, which was followed by breast licking and then tongue contact down below the waist, around the perimeter of the chastity belt and finally down the inner thighs.  That was really as far as things were allowed to progress, which was exactly Natasha’s intention.  The belts also managed to prevent anal excursions, so that activity too was off limits.  Naturally most of the girls, when they were done performing on each other, felt like 10th grade boys, unsatisfied because they felt they had not really accomplished anything more then heavy petting.  It was the rare girl, very rare, that could achieve orgasm without any direct vaginal contact.  Neither #306 nor #309 was that lucky.  Pelvic thrusting against each other was also forbidden, and very likely to trigger their alarms anyway. 

Rachael herself was a very sweet and shy girl and genuinely felt very badly at the extremely difficult time Jessica was having with not being able to achieve an orgasm.  She wished more then anything in the world that she could help her friend achieve one.  Unbeknownst to her she soon would.  As the two young women were lying next to each other, and Rachael was nibbling on Jessica’s right tit, Jessica took her left hand and slowly slid it over Rachael’s right wrist.  She carefully moved Rachael’s hand down her flat stomach and positioned just above her chastity belt.  “I need you to do this for me, please, I can’t take it anymore.”  She whispered breathlessly into the brunette’s ear.

Without any hesitation Jessica then sucked in her chest, allowing the chastity belt to momentarily peel away from her body, it was just a half an inch opening, but that’s all that she needed.  She forced Rachael’s hand with all her might down past her waist and onto her cunt.  Rachael was stunned; how was this even possible.  It didn’t matter though; she knew that her hand was going somewhere that it wasn’t supposed to go. 

“No we mustn’t do this, it is forbidden!” she insisted as she tried to pull her hand away. She said so as quietly as possible, so as not to alert any of the guards.

Jessica paid her no attention as she was so close to achieving her prohibited goal now.  She held Rachel’s’ wrist with an iron grip, and forced her bedmate’s hand to stroke her aching cunt.  It didn’t take long; it couldn’t, she knew she didn’t have much time.  The alarm had already been set off.  It was too late to stop anything though, moments later Jessica came, the most intense and fulfilling orgasm of her life.  She let Rachael’s wrist go and simultaneously thanked her and apologized to her.  Jessica knew full well that there would be severe repercussions for both of them for her selfish action, but it was worth every second of it, no matter the consequences to her or her unwitting accomplice.

What happened next was one of the most unsettling nights that the girls would spend on Level Two.  Upon learning of the shocking infraction committed by #306, Mistress Natasha ordered all slaves to being ripped from their beds and hauled into the “auditorium.”  This room was really was a converted teaching room originally used as a by Doctors to lecture their students.  Here at Stonebriar it served a much more menacing purpose, a place where all of the girls could be taken and forced to view shocking “treatments”, which was really just code for punishments for girls who were caught breaking the rules.

The bleary eyed slaves were made to take their seats, and cuffed into place, as Natasha herself stood in the middle of the room, clearly agitated at having to be awakened from her sleep.  She began with a longwinded diatribe of how these two slaves had committed the ultimate infraction at Stonebriar, unauthorized vaginal touching.  And for that they would now pay a steep price. 

Rachael begged for mercy as she claimed she was tricked into this entire ordeal.  Natasha was initially inclined to agree, she was well aware of how sneaky #306 was.  But accepting her pleas of innocence would show a sign of weakness, something the Mistress was loath to do.  After a short moment of contemplation it was decided that the two rule breakers would be punished together for their foolish actions. 

What the other 10 girls watched that early morning was both Jessica and Rachael being forced to endure some of the most savage tortures ever inflicted at the institute. 

A stainless steel table, wide enough to hold two women side by side was located at the center of the room.  Sets of steel manacles were located on both ends.  The girls were placed on the table face up, with Jessica’s head at Rachel’s feet and vice versa.  They were fastened firmly into place.  The table had a divider that allowed each to be tilted to face the other.   The remaining girls watched on in horror as tight steel clamps were attached to their tender nipples.  The two girls screamed out as the clamps were put on as tightly as possible.  To make matters worse, the clips were then connected to a large car battery.  Only a fool would not understand what was going to happen next.  Moments later a cart carrying a large number of fat black candles was brought in by Commandant Stone.

“Ladies, I am quite certain that we had made ourselves perfectly clear from your very first days here at Stonebriar.”  The Mistress said, looking at Jessica and Rachael but obviously addressing the others in the room as well.  “Under no circumstances are you allowed to touch yourselves, for any reason whatsoever.  There is a sound rationale for why we keep those chastity belts on you 24 hours a day and why we go through the motions of cuffing your hands before they are removed. Do we need a refresher course here?  Can anyone hear tell me why this is necessary?”  Her voice was rising with every syllable.  Natasha almost always remained very calm and collected and rarely lost her temper, but it was increasingly clear that this transgression had pushed her to the boiling point.

The Mistress looked around the auditorium.  The girls deliberately avoided making eye contact as they could sense her growing fury.  Much like a student would who did not know the answer to a difficult question. The stakes here were much higher of course.  The Mistress was in a fit of rage and no one wanted to get caught up in her tidal wave of anger.  With no hands raised she decided to call upon her favorite pupil, Kate.

“#312, can you answer my question please.” She asked pointedly.

Kate was indeed scared, but she answered, “I hope so Mistress, the reason that the chastity belts are on is that there is no need for us to touch ourselves there.  We have given up the right to that part of our body when we signed the contract.  I believe that you want us to understand that we are no longer in control of our bodies and the chastity belts help to reinforce that fact.” Kate said, with her head still down.  She managed to crack a little smile, knowing that her answer was 100% correct.

“That is absolutely right #312, you understand perfectly my dear.  From the moment you ladies sign the contract agreeing to go into Dr. Olga’s chamber, you have effectively signed over complete control of your bodies to Stonebriar, a legal corporation.  As the unquestioned leader of this facility, I take that trust that you have put in us very seriously.  We have determined that in order to most effectively train, and prepare you for sale, it is best that you be completely denied access to your vaginas. The chastity belts help to reinforce our control over you and also help us to train you properly and more efficiently.” 

Natasha was starting to clam down now, but she continued.

“Make no mistake ladies; I know how very difficult it must be for you to be denied access to yourselves.  In the years that I have been running this enterprise it is probably the thing that the girls struggle with the most.  You are all young and very pretty, and being sexually charged all day long with no outlet is not easy on anyone.  I know it must be very hard to concentrate on anything but wanting to touch yourselves and each other.  It is for that very reason that you MUST wear the chastity belts at all times.  They help to keep you focused.  For us to allow you to have access to yourselves and each other would be absolutely chaotic, and we simply cannot have that here.  Discipline is prized at Stonebriar above all else, and when that breaks down then we have nothing.” 

Natasha was starting to raise her voice again.  “What these two ladies have done here tonight is absolutely intolerable, and it must be dealt with in the harshest possible manner! You will all be witnesses tonight to the consequences of the actions of #306 and #309 in the hopes that none of you will be foolish enough to repeat their tragic mistake.”

She walked over to the table and focused her attention on the two petrified and extremely naked girls lying before her.  Natasha ran her hands over her luscious subjects, before stopping at Jessica’s cunt and placing her left palm directly on it.

“I hope it was worth it she whispered into her ear.”

Natasha then walked away and turned her attention back to the subdued audience members.  “This is what is going to happen girls.  I want you all to watch this and remember it well, as any of you will be suffer a similar fate if you are ever caught doing something this foolish.  In a moment I am going to activate this device.”  She said coolly, pointing at the large battery.  “Surges of electricity will flow through the wires directly into the nipple clips.  The voltage will increase every 30 seconds until one of these two yells ‘stop’.  The device will then be turned off.  The one who orders it stopped will then be subjected to a thorough pussy waxing.  Let me assure each of you though…” She directed her attention to Jessica and Rachael,  “That you would be wise not to surrender first.” The Mistress finished her thought ominously.

“Let us begin.”  The Mistress gave the order and one of her assistants turned the switch on the machine.  Immediately the two girls started screaming as the electricity, combined with the ultra tight nipple clips, caused unbearable pain in their breasts.  Seconds seemed like hours as the voltage slowly increased.  The other slaves in the audience tried to turn away to avoid watching their fellow slaves suffer.  Yes they could turn the heads, but there was no way to silence the screams coming from the two unfortunate girls.  Their voices reverberated throughout the small room and were magnified by the curved walls.  Natasha could not have designed a better room for this type of procedure if she had tried.  She deliberately did not have gags installed in the girls’ mouths for this reason.  She wanted the others to hear the pain, to never forget it, so they would never ever think of committing the same infraction.

A few moments later, it was Rachael (#309) that managed to stop her screaming long enough to mutter out the “stop” command.  It hardly seemed fair, nearly everyone seemed to agree, that Rachael would have to undergo the waxing, as she was the innocent victim in this whole mess.  Natasha was inclined to concur, but rules are rules she reminded everyone.  She removed the tight clips from Rachael’s nipples and gently massaged the young girls’ battered breasts, allowing for the blood to slowly flow back into them.  She wasted little time in rechecking Rachael’s bonds before taking one of the candles from an obedient staff person.  She raised it high above #309’s cunt before turning her wrist and letting the wax trickle down.  More screaming, even louder then before, came out from Rachael’s mouth.

“We are almost done #309, just a little bit more and I will release you.”  Natasha tried to tell her reassuringly.  But her actions contradicted her words as a second candle was handed to her and the process was repeated.  The girls were shocked.  Cuffed into their chairs they could do nothing but watch this madness continue. Finally it ended and Natasha left Rachael strapped down on the table, in order to focus all of her attention on the real perpetrator.

Natasha took the extra set of nipple clamps that she used on Rachael and managed to find a spot to put them onto Jessica’s already sore nipples.  The girl noticeably winced in pain as they were fastened into place.  Natasha placed her left hand on Jessica’s cunt again and gently stroked it.  Again she whispered to the girl:  “You better believe that tonight is only the beginning of your suffering.  Now I am going to decide how much of this you can take.”  She kept her hand there as she ordered the machine turned on.  Now Jessica had to deal with the full brunt of the machine’s onslaught, she could no longer “share” the electricity with her fellow slave.  Natasha kept her hand firmly pressed on the girl’s cunt; enjoying her struggle and feeling some small amounts of current work their way through the struggling slave.

The yelling got louder and louder as Natasha ignored Jessica’s requests to stop it.  She knew how much these girls could take and there was a long ways to go before reaching their limit.  She was going to teach this insolent little bitch a lesson that no one here would ever forget.  Natasha waved off her aide, Head Nurse Ingrid, who was having a hard time watching this go on and obviously wanted it to stop. Natasha specifically wanted Nurse Ingrid to operate the machine tonight.  Her reputation for compassion would no doubt suffer a bit, but it was important to have someone handle the machine that knew exactly what she was doing.

Mercifully for everyone in attendance, Natasha ordered the shocking to stop.  It was only a brief pause though as she went to the candles and started covering Jessica’s bald snatch with layer after layer of molten wax.  As soon as the wax dried, she took a riding crop and whacked it off.  She repeated the process over and over, for 30 unrelenting minutes. #309 was close to passing out several times, but another assistant with smelling salts always awakened her.  In no way shape or form was Natasha going to let her out of this punishment that easily.

It was now close to 5:00 AM and everyone, slaves and staff alike, were exhausted. This was a night that no one would ever forget, just as Natasha had wanted.  The girls were released and send back the their cells, The Mistress decided that training would begin at 8:00 AM instead of the usual 6:00.  This was done more for her loyal staff, many of whom were present tonight, not for the benefit of the girls of course.

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Life on Level Two did offer a series of rewards to offset the flashes of barbarism that were all to often exhibited.  Slaves that had performed particularly well for extended periods of time were allowed a number of incentives to reward and encourage their good behavior.  The most desirable of these little gestures was a trip to the outdoors.  This was the biggest carrot, outside of the forbidden orgasm, that could be dangled in front of the girls.  Being locked up in underground confinement for extended periods of time, without any sunlight, was unhealthy for anyone, and the staff certainly understood that fact.  Any girl that was lucky enough to be taken outdoors was however greeted by the12-foot high stonewalls that ringed the entire perimeter of the compound.  Nevertheless, this view certainly beat the cold and sterile environment of their underground confinement area.  Most of the girls tended to ignore the fact that they were kept on leashes for the duration of their outside activities.  Trips to the outdoors were always a carefully monitored activity, as an escape attempt was deemed a very real, but still highly unlikely possibility.  Natasha and the others felt it was worth the risk as real sunlight not only provided an inducement for the girls to behave, but also allowed them the chance to get some glow back to their skin, and that was certainly good come auction time. Just as important, the fresh air and sunshine, even if allowed for only short periods of time, allowed the girls to temporarily push this entire ordeal out of their minds.

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Nikki’s first few days on Level Two were filled with boring and repetitive lessons on how to become and behave like a proper lesbian slave.  She spent morning, noon and night being drilled over and over again on the correct ways of standing, kneeling, keeping her head down, speaking only when spoken to, etc. And when she went to bed she was quizzed on what she learned that day.  Wrong answers lead to punishments.  Trick questions were designed to lead to even more punishments.  It was degrading and humiliating to essentially be treated like a common dog.  And treated like a dog she was.  The meager amounts of food given to her were served in a dog bowl, and only after her hands were cuffed behind her back first.  Bending over and eating with only her mouth was as degrading as could possibly be imagined.  She would be treated this way until the Commandant felt that she had learned every lesson correctly.  For Nikki this took about seven days, pretty much par for the course with the other girls, she later learned

When she had graduated from that “ intro course”, Nikki was allowed to join the other girls.  Then it was on to the “upper level classes”, which generally turned out to be in-depth, hands-on lessons on the correct way to sexually pleasure other females.  Since all girls here were sold only to other women, this made perfect sense.  The girls were made to practice their techniques on one another, under the watchful eye of Commandant Bastille and the other trainers.  Usually the lessons involved various forms of licking, nibbling, sucking, etc.  Always above the waist, which served to only compound their sexual frustrations.   Nikki was surprised that these acts did not really bother her.  Before the conversion room, sexual activity with another female would have repulsed her, now it just seemed very natural.  In fact there were some nights that she really looked forward to the playtime that had gotten Rachael and Jessica in so much trouble.  Something had indeed been done to her in that conversion room, something that had altered her way of thinking about sex with other women completely. 

The staff was careful not to allow the girls to have an orgasm for any reason.  Pelvic thrusts against each other, or the rubbing of their chastity belt encased pussies on each others legs were absolutely forbidden.  Sexual release was not tolerated for any slave for any reason.  This was of course yet another way to exert control over the girls.  The trainers seemed to relish forcing the girls to take each other as close to an orgasm as possible, before intervening and preventing it from happening. The slaves of course hated this more then anything.  In very rare instances, the girls would be allowed to practice in front of everyone with their chastity belts off.  This certainly added to the excitement of that day’s lesson.  It became a game for the girls to see if they could get each other off before the guards could intervene and stop them first.  The Commandant was under strict orders to deny any and all orgasms.  On extremely rare occasions mistakes did happen.  For the slaves who were at fault for taking things too far, a night of punishment would be administered, reminiscent of their days on Level One.  For the staff responsible for these unfortunate transgressions, their pay was usually docked. In extreme cases where blatant or obvious misconduct was involved, the staff member implicated would be dismissed from Stonebriar and ultimately the guilty party would end up “disappearing” all together.  No one on the staff cared to pry into that too much.

Nikki was quite pleased to have virtually unlimited contact with her sister, who was by now several weeks ahead of her in the training process.  Their relationship had obviously changed; Nikki could sense that from day one on Level Two.  Kate had clearly accepted everything that had happened to them and had now taken her role of becoming a lesbian slave very seriously.   It now seemed that nothing else mattered to her except pleasing the Commandant and Mistress Natasha.  Nikki was well aware that there was nothing she could do about it now, as she too was traveling down the same path, just not with the same level of enthusiasm. Unbeknownst to Nikki, Natasha had devoted a great deal of time to personally overseeing Kate’s training, an unusual step to be sure considering her many other duties at the Institute.  Natasha however was willing to devote this extra level of attention to Kate in order to prove to Nikki that she had taken over Kate’s mind as completely as she had taken over her body.  

The early results were indeed impressive.  Kate relished the extra attention from Mistress Natasha.  She was now always extremely eager to please both Commandant Bastille and to a much larger degree Mistress Natasha, much to her delight.  While conversion to lesbianism was always a guarantee after a visit to Dr. Olga’s chamber, there was no sure way of predicting exactly how the girls would behave afterwards.  Some just simply went through the motions, knowing that what lay ahead was inevitable, but that didn’t mean they had to like what was being done to them.  The truth was that little, outside of additional punishments, could change the way of thinking of most of these girls.  They were going to be trained and sold, regardless of their temperament and level of passion. 

But thankfully there were some slaves, like Kate, who seemed almost happy to be at Stonebriar.  It was the experience of Mistress Natasha that there were many girls just looking for some kind of direction in their lives.  They just needed to be dominated and controlled by an authoritative figure. Some of these types of girls were just subservient by nature and preferred to live a life where decisions were made for them so they did not have to do much thinking.  Kate happened to one of these girls, she was naturally obedient and would likely follow any strong-minded leader, Natasha concluded from Kate’s psychological profile.   It just so happened in this case that this particular leader was a sadistic lesbian bitch.  The conversion process for girls like Kate may not even have been necessary in the first place.  The Mistress felt that given enough time she would likely have been able to seduce Kate into this type of lifestyle anyway.  Natasha almost felt badly about having to put her through such a dramatic and painful ordeal.  But time was of the essence here and it was better to be on the safe side by putting her in the chamber, just to be sure.

Since Kate had gone through it however she was eager to learn, to obey, and to be completely controlled.  Her training became more and more intense as the days went by and yet amazingly she continued to excel.  A remarkable accomplishment considering her tender age and almost complete lack of sexual experience.  Young, pretty, and especially eager to please girls were and worth their weight in gold at Stonebriar. Natasha knew almost from the very beginning of Kate’s captivity that she had an exceptional piece of merchandise on her hands. All the key personnel at Sonebriar were well aware that Kate would likely fetch an exceedingly high price at the auction if she were trained properly, and that would help to generate much needed revenue for the Institute. 

Kate’s education was, for all intents and purposes, complete.  She was ready for the auction block today, sadly though the auction was not for another seven weeks and Natasha had completely ruled out a private sale.  She wanted to see Kate in the middle of a wild bidding frenzy.  But because she had so much time to play with, Natasha figured she could take some chances with this particular beauty just to see how far she could push her into the depths of complete and total slave hood.  For Natasha a high sale price was not enough, she wanted to take this girl further, possibly to an all time record amount.  To do so though she would have to drive Kate to the very brink of her endurance.  She wanted to take the pretty eighteen year old more deeply into slavery then she had ever taken any girl before her, to test the absolute limits of her subservience.  In Kate, Natasha had a perfect specimen; one that she was certain would do absolutely anything for her.  One who would subject herself to any torture to please her Mistress.  This was an ideal opportunity to go for a “home run” and fetch an unprecedented sum for one of her slaves.  In order to do so though, Natasha would have to prove to any prospective purchaser that they were buying more then just a pretty face with a magnificent body.  She would have to demonstrate to them that Kate was not only able to withstand any punishment, but willingly and happily submit herself to even the most fiendish tortures imaginable to please her eventual new owner.  Many of her truly ultra rich customers were just as heartless and sadistic as she was.  They had discriminating tastes and would pay more, much more if necessary, for a girl with “special talents”.  She was certain that Kate could indeed be “that” girl.