A DAY DREAM CORRUPTED

I had awoken in a cell, naked and shackled to a cold brick wall, wondering how I had arrived here.

I had filled out the forms, answered the questions I had been asked and paid for my chosen service, and yet I had placed in this hell-hole, helpless naked and bound. I called out desperately hoping to correct the mistake that had clearly been made. I had wanted a nice trip with good harsh sex with and a stern but interesting male to see to me or so I had requested. I remember exactly what I had written and this cell was not it.

I called out again but nothing happened. I pulled hard against the steel of the shackles straining my arm muscles as far as they would go, but still nothing positive happened.

I closed my eyes this time seeing the desk with the attractive woman sitting behind it. I concentrated hearing her words, realising that she had failed to understand my desires, but I also remembered not caring so long as I got something of what I needed. She had ticked boxes on a form as we spoke, paying little attention to me but I had ignored that fact.

The door opened and the man of my day dreams entered, he was perfect, well built with a strong lantern jaw, the perfect hero to a helpless female. Perhaps she had listened after all and had just added a bit of spice to my dream world for me to enjoy. I relaxed slightly as he approached me, I waited for him to unshackle me and take me into his arms, I would wait forever for such to happen I shortly realised, as he looked down at me with cold unfeeling eyes at my naked shackled self.

I felt fear, I felt lost and so I demanded that he release me, stating clearly to him that there had been a mistake. He ignored me completely I watched as his hand reached out to grip my naked nipple and squeeze it. His fingers were rough, his grip intense, the agony exploded in and through my breast as he told me to ‘shut up.’

I complied, the agony having drowning out any words of resistance, he eased back saying ‘better slut, much better.’ My mind went into overload, I was not here to be abused by the likes of him, I was here to be loved and made love too, but he did not understand, as the pain of his touch faded I tried to order my thoughts, clearly telling him he was wrong would not be the best thing for me to do just then. I decided to wait and see what he intended to do with and to me, and hope I might explain later; I waited bound and helpless still naked and shackled to the wall.

He reached behind him pulling out a lead with a leather collar attached to it, this he threaded around my neck fastening it with a distinctive click as a lock was engaged. The lead he dropped as he reached up to unfasten my left wrist. The shackle fell away, then he pulled my wrist down placing it firmly at my side. He followed this by releasing my right wrist, doing likewise with it until I was standing before him subservient and still.

He placed his hand firmly on top of my head and then he pushed me down, I let myself lower, I was soon kneeling before him my eyes at his crotch height. I wondered what he wanted from me and why I found myself where I did. He did not reach for his flies as I half expected that he would, instead he pushed my head lower until my forehead touched the floor. My hands rested on the cold hard stone as he looked down on my humbled self.

He reached down unfastening my left ankle followed by my right. The shackles he removed from the wall and then he refitted them to each ankle, thus chaining my feet apart with a foot of leeway. I knelt in silence allowing him to do with me as he wished, I not wanting his fingers to return to my vulnerable nipples.

He bent low picking up the lead and then with none to gentle a tug he forced me to crawl beside him out of my cell. The door closed behind me with a loud bang as we entered into a long straight corridor; at the end of which waited a closed door, a door to which he led me. He opened the door, the sound of voices filtered down to my eagerly listening ears. I crawled forward again; he took me to a cage out of which a passage of meshed steel led. I crawled inside my body subservient to his will and compliant, the tunnel of mesh was closed off to me. The door I had passed through closed behind me, he departed leaving me contained in a cramped box of steel.

Further along the voices rose in excitement, the demands fell to my ears, the noise filled the place in which I waited. Soon the rear wall of steel slid away and I found myself looking along the mesh lined tunnel I had seen on my arrival; leading to god knows where and what.

I hesitated but not for long, they had expected that of me and electricity flared through my hands and knees prompting me to move forward and quickly. I crawled forward, the door shut behind me, the tunnel of metal wire stretched away in front of me. The wire of the floor cut into my knees, not making me bleed but hurting me enough to make the desire to crawl forward hard to do. The charge returned; each section of the caging could be electrified thus it could be used to drive the humbled like me forward, without doing them actual injury.

I crawled ignoring the pain in my knees, I found that the cage sloped upward and the floor I could see beneath me dropped away as I climbed. The mesh gave me purchase and soon light awaited me. I continued crawling forward, I understood what would happen if I stopped.

The cage rose up through a wooden floor. I was on a stage having appeared at the back of it and looking forward. The cage continued to a wire stop I found that I could stand up and was perfectly presented once I had stood up into a body shaped wire form. Beyond me there waited a room filled with seated drinking people, all eagerly looking at my humbled contained and presented self. The noise had fallen silent as I had stood up before them; my long blond hair trailing down over my front to hide my breasts thankfully.

A hook on a pole appeared from both my left and right; they snared my hair pulling it back and over my shoulders, revealing my body in all of its naked glory to those that desired to see it. Of the man that had led me to this place there was no sight. The crowd cat called and jeered in delight as I was fully revealed, I wanted to scrunch up, to collapse in my misery and humiliation but the body shape had tightened somewhat to fit to my frame. I stood upright and naked, displayed perfectly in a cage of wire with my arms pinned to my sides. I was helpless to move in anyway and at the mercy of those that controlled me and those that wanted to look at me.

A metallic voice began to speak, and out beyond me the viewers fell silent, I listened to that voice as intently as they did.

“Ladies and gentlemen, lot sixty-two of this night is a pleasure model, a female, she is five foot ten, blond coloured at both ends as you can clearly see, therefore she is natural, and she is ready to be put to work for your own or your client’s pleasure. She is approximately twenty-seven years of age and has chose entry in this auction of her own free will and signed her body and rights away as required. She is free and clear of previous ownership and so offered for your attention. I shall start the bidding at 1000, do I hear fifteen hundred, two thousand,” So the bidding went on.

I listened in shock at the audacity of the situation and describing me as a pleasure model. It was just wrong, I wanted pleasure for sure but I had never signed myself away for this auction, or had I. Then I remembered the woman looking at me as she had turned the form she had been filling in to face me. I had not read it assuming that it said all that I had requested and was paying for. Now I realised that it had offered me for sale and it was my signature on the document that had finalised my dire situation.

The bitch had tricked me and left me in this place, this hell, this torment. I could not accept what was being done to me, my mind rebelled and I began to shout. The cage in response flooded with electricity causing me to writhe and shut up, the bidding continued with me silenced and in obvious agony. The current had caused my limbs to shake, my stomach to churn and my teeth to feel as though they were on fire, it had worked and I had been silenced.

I was finally sold for four thousand three hundred; the cage was then moved away to a lift where it sunk through the floor. I looked back in time to see the next lot on offer, it was a male, he had entered the stage into a similar cage to the one I had stood in. He looked almost as lost as I had, that was until I noticed that he was sporting a huge throbbing erection, not resistant or unwilling then, I realised.

As to my own sex I was shocked to discover that I was aroused, that my juices were flowing freely and that I wanted seeing to desperately, none of which was what I had sought out or requested was delivered to me in the way that I had paid for, but I could not deny my arousal at least to myself.

I had been purchased; who by and what for I did not know but I joined the other sixty-one lots currently stored beneath the stage, all of us waiting to be dispatched to our new owners. A man approached opening the rear of my metal body shaped cage, before I knew what he was about a gag had been forced between my lips and a hood pulled over my head. He had effectively cut of my sight of the other slaves sold that day and waiting like I was.

The world was a black place filled with muffled sounds and deep rooted fear; I felt or heard them all as the time dragged by. Every now and again the lift would descend, and I knew that another hard pressed souls had been added to our ranks. With each I wondered if they like me had been tricked or had they stepped forward voluntarily, I would never know in most cases.

The body cage that held me so efficiently tipped forward, my body followed suite; the tilt pushed forward my breasts against the wire of the body-cage, the weight of both and my body clamped down on my nipples which had contacted a hard rough surface and become trapped, the pain was instant. Screaming into a gag is not very productive, but I screamed anyway.

The cage and I moved, I could hear wheels turning beneath me as I was carted away like a sack of potatoes on a ancient sack-barrow. I was being taken for delivery, sometime soon I would know what fate I was being introduced to; sometime soon I might even know who had purchased me.

I heard a man stating a number, the barrow changed direction, my nipples were dragged sideways as everything swayed. I screamed again but at the same time I found that I felt excited by my situation. I was aroused at being confined and helpless and by the pain, always by the pain. I remembered the few times that I had tried self-bondage and mild torture, the feeling of being helpless had always worked, always been wonderful and intensely arousing, I wondered if I had arrived at a nirvana for such enthusiasts, my body seemed to think that I had.

I had been sold as a pleasure slave, I wondered what duties I would be called upon to provide for my new owner, and exactly how much I could play up and resist before they broke me, and made me accept that I was indeed a willing slave ready to serve and be used to my master or mistresses will. That later thought added to my already stoked condition, I hoped that I had a mistress, she would be much harder in her training of me, she would be far less accepting of failure or disobedience, perhaps she would have whips and chains and understand how to use them for the best.

The woman with the forms had read me and my desires perfectly and she had placed me with exquisite attention to detail, now all I could do was wait and see what lay in store for me and hope…

There was always hope.

The End.