She lay there, waiting. Her sweat-covered body was racked with frightened sobs, her breathing shallow and ragged, her eyes drooping, yet panicked. She had been in this state of panic for three days. A tube that penetrated the hood let water through once a day, but the two small tubes that pierced her nostrils were the only source of air. The most torturous device of all, wasn't even touching her. The end had been sharpened to a point, the shaft long and narrow, like that of a broom. It was aimed at her private core, the tip sometimes nipping her if she moved around too much. At the end of the shaft, was another shaft attached at an angle. This shaft was attached to the door. Should the door open quickly, the tip would rip into her.

Her body shivered. She could never tell what time it was, and knew only how many days she had been like this by counting the drinks she received. She had long ago accepted that she was waiting for her rescuer to kill her. Someone barging heroically through the door would cause the tip to rip right through her, probably, she guessed, up through her neck. She wondered if it would be painful, or if death and numbness would come quickly. She heard footsteps, heavy, thundering footsteps. Through the hood, they were muffled slightly, but she felt them and heard them regardless. She knew the window of the door would slide back, and he would look in, making sure she was alive.

Her body practically went into cardiac arrest when she heard the doorknob squeak. Oh god, she thought, horrified that death was about to come. But the door inched open, and she felt the tip of the shaft penetrate, but slowly and smoothly, the tip actually pushing past, instead of tearing through. He was right, she thought, only her bold rescuer would be the one to kill her.

Suddenly, she felt the tug of the tubes being yanked from her nostrils. At first she panicked, thinking she would suffocate, but a gush of air hit her face, then blinding light as the latex was ripped and peeled off her face. She shivered and trembled in fear, blinking as the light hit her eyes. Her chest heaved with panic, her eyes trying to adjust, darting around wildly, a flicker of hope that this person was her rescuer.

"Stay still, ya piece of shit!" came the confirmation that this was not her rescuer.

Her body froze instantly. She knew the consequences of disobeying when he was in this kind of mood. Her scars and a few broken bones taught her to obey. Obedience had been forced, then enforced, until it was second nature. Fear was an excellent teacher.

She felt the straps being released from their strong hold on her body. One by one, the straps snapped away. She knew she couldn't walk, he had made certain of that by keeping her in the same position for three days, with just water keeping her alive. Her last morsel of food was the bits left on the chicken bones he had thrown her… five days ago.

He dragged her off the platform, not caring as her body crashed to the ground. He kept dragging her, not even pausing, to the other side of the huge room. She knew better than to scream. He didn't like her to make noises at all, unless he had told her he wanted to hear her scream. Her body trembled as he neared "the corner". Her eyes darted around, her mind praying at warp speed that he wasn't going to do this to her again.

But he did.

He lifted the lid and dropped her in. She fell hard on the bars that made up the floor. A rubber-spiked mat hit her head. He was in a good mood after all, she thought – he had given her a bed. She immediately bowed her head to the floor, her forehead touching the steel bar as a way of thanking him for the mat. He grunted, then walked away.

As she lay down on the mat, the tiny rubber spikes digging into her wounds, she prayed… she prayed that her body would simply release her… and die. Wishing for death was somewhat new to her… but right now, death was the only comforting thought. Thoughts of being rescued vanished as the lid of the cage slammed shut, the huge padlock clicking into place.

She will be rescued soon, thought the Captain. He frowned and gulped as he wondered if they would be rescuing HER, or her corpse… he turned to his lieutenant. The look on the younger man's face read easily… he was wondering the same thing.

Chapter 2...

She was falling... faster and further into the black hole, her body falling and falling, her screams long since silenced to a mere hoarse whisper.. the frightening impact as she reaches the bottom the only thing on her mind...

"Git up, ya fuckin' worthless piece of trash!" came the booming shout.

Her eyes snapped open, her body jolting to her real world. She scrambled to rise and kneel. Thick, rough fingers snapped through the cage, poking at her side.

"Looks like I finally took care of the blubber on your lard-ass, huh slut?" he spat, pinching her nipple hard.

She gasped, tears welling up in her sunken, now dull, blue eyes. She knew better than to scream or cry out. The lid of the cage opened and she felt his thick, beefy arm pulling her out.

Once on the floor, she wasn't even given a chance to move before he took ahold of her hair, dragging her to the side of the room. He roughly grasped her upper arm and threw her onto the scale.

"See, shithead? 105 pounds. I knew when I first brought ya here that you could lose that blubber and stop looking like such a fucking whale. And I knew that if I just didn't feed your worthless ass, your tits would stay the same size. You'll bring a good price, fucknut. If you can behave yourself and not be such a fucking whining cunt."

She barely heard him. He poked at her again a few times, making sure her ribs had indeed been brought near the surface, and slapped her ass hard. He grabbed her arm painfully tight, yanking her upwards until she was standing, then shoved her a few feet until she was in front of a mirror.

"Now look at you, ya fucking cunt. Ain't you a daisy?" he barked, slapping the back of her head.

Slowly she raised her eyes, seeing the ghost that looked back at her in the mirror. Her collar bone had jutted out, her shoulders boney, her ribs showing slightly. Her waist was barely there, her hips narrowed, her pelvic bone nearly poking through her skin. She lowered her eyes, not wanting to see the hideous starving creature that was haunting her reflection. He was right - no one would ever recognize her even if she did escape... worst of all... she didn't recognize herself... couldn't even remember her name.

The cruel, hard hand wrapped around the back of her neck and roughly guided her forward. Down three corridors and she was at the shower stall. Scalding hot water shot out at her, and she found herself clamping her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.

A fistful of powder was thrown at her, puffing out all over her body. He used only the harshest detergent on her formerly sensitive skin. He grabbed a scrub brush and started going over her body, the bristles scratching along her skin. He stopped suddenly, frowning.

"It's your lucky day, shithead. Looks like the brush is gonna make you redder than a Budweiser label. That won't be good, cuz them bidders is gonna think you're a bad one, and you won't get me money." and he grabbed a cloth, rubbing the soap into her skin. He pushed her back under the water, which had since gone cold.

Shampoo and conditioner were dumped on her head and roughly rubbed into her hair. It smelled good, but that was the only pleasure she had been allowed. A metal-link dog collar was snapped around her neck, and with a hard jerk, she followed him, almost falling over when he went the opposite direction from the room she had been kept in.

She passed rows and rows of prison cells, most of them containing some vicious-looking, scarred men who came up to the bars, shouting out at her, their arms threaded through the bars, grabbing at air as she was whisked past.

"Fuck off, shitheads!" he shouted at them, "she ain't your dessert, she's my payday!"

A few more turns and they were outside, surrounded by chain-link and barbed wire fences. A van was waiting, and after he opened the door, he shoved her in, making sure to kick her ass with his boot, sending her flying into the van's far interior wall. He roughly shoved a huge ballgag in her mouth, buckling the strap so tight it almost cut into her cheeks.

He snapped the collar to the metal bar that had been attached to the inside of a crate, and shoved her whole body in with it. He slammed the door of the crate and told her to shut up.

"You sit there, shut the fuck up, and if I catch you even breathing loud, I'll thump your fucking skull!" he shouted, slamming his fist down on the top of the crate.

He climbed back out and shut the door, leaving the trembling girl inside. Just as he turned to walk around the van, he noticed a car coming up the driveway. He saw the police markings and scrambled to push the button for the gate to open.

The police car pulled in, and he walked right up beside it, tipping his hat to the driver and passenger of the cruiser.

"Mornin' Officers, what can I do ya for?"

The Captian nodded slightly. "Hi Rusty. We're looking for a young woman. She disappeared about 50 miles west of Nashville, and we been lookin' and asking if anyone had seen her."

Rusty didn't even blink. "Ya reckon one of my inmates got 'er?"

The Captian shrugged. "Maybe. Keep an ear out if any of 'em talk about doing something with a young woman."

"Well the only one who came here recently is Kraemer, and he came nearly four weeks ago. When did you say this girl went missin'?"

This time the Lieutenant spoke up. "Her boss reported her missing four and a half weeks ago, said she left for work on her lunch hour and never came back."

Rusty nodded, trying to appear concerned. "Well I'll be sure to keep an ear out for any talk, but I doubt I'll have much luck - they's a noisy bunch in there, but they keep their yaps shut when the boss is nearby."

The Captain nodded. "Thanks, Rusty. Call if you hear anything."

With that, the police car pulled away and back out of the prison as quickly as it came, leaving Rusty to sigh with relief. He climbed behind the wheel of the van and pulled out, turning east towards the dog-fighting arena inside Hank Cassidy's barn. Tonight is payday, was his repeated thought.

Rusty's van was bad enough... Rusty's van heading down a long gravel driveway with more potholes than the Grand Canyon, just about knocked the poor girl out. She was dirty, sweaty, bruised and close to tears... again.

Rusty mercifully brought the van to a stop and climbed out. A few minutes later, two huge, dirty men in denim overalls opened the side door and grabbed the crate. They wrenched open the door and after unclipping the collar, dragged the contents out. The contents being, of course, the girl wearing that collar.

"Don't treat her like she;s fine china, Billy! Git on now... go get her ready. I'm gonna make me some money toooonight!" laughed Rusty, slapping the back of a guy in a suit.

"Don't worry Mr. Haggert. She will be treated the same as all the girls. Hope she doesn't mind wood splinters... they can feel pretty nasty after a few hours."

The two men laughed as they walked away. The girl watched, then wheeled her mind to focus on balance as she was shoved ahead and wrenched back at the same time.

"Move it, cunt!" one of the men barked at her.

She wouldn't be able to take much more, she thought. She tried desperately to remember her name... come on, she thought.. it's there somewhere.. her name.. surely someone in the crowd before her would rescue her... if only she knew her name.

She was led into a huge red barn and through a few corridors of cows with their heads sticking through the bars of the stalls. They looked at her with their huge, brown-black eyes, as if she were an inmate on death row. She half-expected them to start screaming.. dead man walkin'!

"You like them cattle, cunt? They'd like you, ya know... could give the auction quite a show.. alls we'd have to do is strap ya up tight and show those bulls the way home..."

The girl whipped her head around, her eyes widened with fear, her head shaking, pleading.. no.. please... god no...

Both men laughed and kept dragging her down the aisle. She was thankful when they reached a circular room full of people. The first thing she saw, were half-starved women hung up against posts everywhere. The two men dragged her over to one of the posts and brought her wrists up and over her head, attaching them there. She was forced to stand on her toes, her eyes darting everywhere.

Her stomach turned... literally flip-flopping. A man approached with two younger men following. "This must be one of Rusty's. He likes to starve them like this... what's your name, slave?"

She was startled that she was even being talked to, much less asked a perfectly normal question. "i... uh..." she lowered her eyes and bowed her head.

"See? Doesn't even know her name. Yup, she's one of Rusty's alright. Obedient to the bone, I'd bet... not good for the long haul, though. Put her down at 40."

She blinked, wondering what that meant, and peered at the two men who had scribbled something into two little black books. Just then, a heavyset, rough man slapped a sticker on her hip. She was number 6.

She gulped, her stomach still churning. Fear ripped through her, but a sense of relief came as well. If someone bought her, she wouldn't be under Rusty anymore. However, the one nagging fear that kept intruding on her positive thoughts... was the chance of being bought by someone worse...

A man approached her. He was dressed in a dark suit like many others, but this guy was dressed in what had to be Armani. The way he walked, spelled confidence. He stopped just before her, his eyes feasting on her body. For the first time since she was taken, the girl blushed. He never smiled, his frown of concentration never breaking.

His hand reached for her, his thumb and finger rolling her nipple, which, to her surprise, became erect immediately. Her eyes darted around, wondering if he was allowed to touch her, since no one else had. Then, his hand snapped downward, his fingers pinching her clit. His other hand shot up and pinched her nipple, and he pressed his body against hers.

"When I squeeze hard, you better cum just as hard, slave." he practically hissed.

Then he pinched and rolled at the same time. Her body shuddered violently, shook and trembled, then she came... hard.

He stepped back, wiping his hands on her hair, and grabbed a notebook from his back pocket, jotting down notes. She gasped, blinking back the shock of what just happened. That didn't happen, she told herself. No way did that just happen.

Her original escorts approached her, grabbed her, unhooked her wrists, and shoved her through a set of doors.

As she waited to be hosed down and slicked up, her mind wandered to the stranger who had made her explode. Her only thought, was if he would buy her. Then her only thought, was wondering if that would be a good thing... or a fatal move for her.

She stood quietly, her arms cuffed in front of her, a heavy silver collar around her neck, with a medium-length matching leash attached to it. On the other end of the leash, was a tall, beefy-looking man with army-style crew cut and a no-nonsense attitude. She switched her weight slightly, and he jerked the leash harshly, his eyes cutting into her. Her feet were pinched into insanely high heels that seemed to be a size too small. She lowered her head immediately, trying to to even breathe.

"Thank you, ladies and gentleman - wasn't that fun? Very well done, and best of luck, Mr. Gianni, with your purchase. Ok, next we have lot number 6. Please check your programs for Lot 6.. thank you."

Another hard jerk of the leash and she was forced to lunge forward, clumsily making her way onto a large platform. Beefy, as she called her escort, led her up the pole standing in the middle of the platform. He jerked her closer, then backed her up until her back was squished againt the cold steel of the pole. He held her at her chest while his other hand grabbed her wrists and held them high above her head, clipping the cuffs to a ring high up on the pole. She was forced to her very tippy-toes, even raising the bottom of her heel off the floor. She cringed in discomfort at having to be that high on her toes, but from the look on Beefy's face, she wasn't about to openly complain.

Just when she was getting used standing that way,. Beefy and another huge mammoth of a man grabbed each foot, spreading her legs wide apart, and cuffing each ankle to another ring via some lengths of cable. She was now nearly sitting, her pussy totally exposed for the entire room to see, her legs wide apart, her chest exposed as her arms were raised high above her head.

Tears stung her eyes as she realized what her life had become... she was a mere object... like that of an antique being gawked upon by a hundred potential bidders. She shook slightly, her eyes wild with panic. She looed between the crowd and the auctioneer. The auctioneer smiled and started to process...

"Alright ladies and gents... lot number 6 here... let's start at $50.."

$50? she thought... was she worth a mere half a hundred bucks?

The crowd erupted with laughter. The auctioneer chuckled, knowing full well what the poor girl was thinking.

"Alright, alright.. let's start the bidding.. who will give me ten.. ten anyone?"

Someone raised their hand, because he jumped to 15.. then 20...thenhe stopped suddenly. "Come on, Ladies.. Gentleman... this is absolutely pathetic.. what would you like done, hmmmn? 55.. ridiculous amount! This one is already trained... completely obedient, and look at that pussy.. delightfully small... a real treasure, I must say!"

Shouts were brought forth from the crowd. The poor girl started trembling, hearing the demands for what she knew would be torture. Beefy approached her with an enormous dildo. Beefy snapped his fingers, and at once, her ankles were being brought up higher, her hips elevating until she was farther up than a pike position... she could barely see the crowd as her raised legs were in the way.

Beefy first took his finger, plunging it into her pussy. She moaned almost silently, her stomach churning nervously. She had seen the size of the dildo.. and knew there was no way in hell...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! she screamed as the dildo was thrusted into her pussy. The huge cylinder pushed its way past the lips, filling her inner soul, touching every wall. She writhed until the snap of a crop on her breast snapped her back to attention. She glared at Beefy, who stood holding the crop in one hand, the end of the dildo in the other. He pushed some more, until cheering resumed full-force and the bidding took off once more.

Beefy kept the huge intrusion deep in her pussy. Tears stung the girl's eyes as her body tried to make way for the huge device. She heard more shouts, and sighed with relief when the device was promptly removed. Suddenly, she felt a cold gel on her ass, and then reality sunk in. Oh god no, she thought.. oh please.. not that!

She felt Beefy's finger jab her hole, then she felt the tip of the huge dildo at her anal opening. She screamed as loud as she could, her hips bucking, her head shaking back and forth. She ignored the hard cracks of the crop as it struck her breasts again and again. She ignored the cheers and whistles from the crowd... all she could think of... was tensing every mucles she could to prevent that enormous THING from entering her ass.

Beefy's fingers dropped the crop and reached for her pussy, taking a hold of her clit and squeezing hard. Her eyes popped open and she gasped, her muscles letting go suddenly. Beefy took full advantage and thrust hard, pushing the dildo past her opening and fully into her ass. She screamed as if she had been torn in two, much to the crowd's delight.

Bidding resumed at $123,000...

"SOLD! to Mr. Stewart for 1.2. Well done, Ladies and Gentlemen, my that was fun, wasn;t it? Ok, Lot 7 next. Everyone look at your programmes, Lot 7!"

The poor girl was taken down, the horrendous dildos painfully removed from her holes, and jerkingly led off stage. She was taken down a hall, then through a room and down another few hallways, into an enormous ballroom-type room. There were huge, overstuffed chairs all around the room, arranged in three circles. Beefy led her to the middle circle, to a black, leather chair. There were rings all over the floor as well, some brass, some silver, some gold. There were silver rings attached to each chair, and this is where Beefy attached her collar.
She groaned slightly. Her head was forced to tip to the side, as her collar was clipped directly to the ring via numbered padlock. There was no chain or anything which would allow her head any movement. She was also forced to kneel on a rubber mat beside the chair... and wait.

Wait she did. Several hours of wondering who Mr. Stewart is, what he would be like, if she was his only slave, or if he had others. She wondered how wealthy he was to have purchased a girl for $1.2 million. She blinked back at that figure. Gosh, she thought, 1.2 million dollars... for her? Her eyes narrowed at the thought that he paid that much because she "handled" the dildo torture. Her mind drifted to horrid thoughts of constant torture, cruel punishments, and soon decided that she felt more at ease with Rusty and the prison.
She had a long wait. It was well over four hours before clothes people started to wander in. Nakes slaves had been trickling in the entire time, some seem unaffected by it all, others seemed like they would crawl the walls. Her eyes searched for anyone who looked like their name could be Mr. Stewart, but no one even looked at her. Everyone had already been seated and were chatting with each other, and still the chair she was chained to, sa empty. Feeling empty and alone, her head sunk low, her legs far past the point of numbness from kneeling so long. She didn't even see the man approach until she felt the chair move slightly and his feet come into view. Expensive, black leather shoes were her only clue to the man who sat next to her.

"I know you're wondering why you had to wait so long. It's simple. I refuse to come near my slave until she is in the proper position. Right now, you are kneeling, your head and eyes are pointed to the floor. That, My slave, is the correct position. Any variation from that position is an embarrassment to me, and will cause a great deal of punishment to you."

She didn't dare budge, not even to nod or shake her head. She stared straight at the floor, her body shaking visibly.

"Now then, let Me explain the rules, slave..."