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

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

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

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 9

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 13

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 14

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 15

Valeria awoke to a loud shout of, Lunch! followed by a disposable rectangular plastic container of lunch being slid through a special hole in the grate.

“Thank you, Ser,” the slave girl said quietly. She already realized that she had to be polite and loyal to everyone, or she would be flogged at the very least. And not necessarily on the buttocks, can and on the chest, and this Valeria did not want, although she realized that someday it will happen anyway.

“After the meal, the container should be washed and sentenced to surrender, even though they are disposed of, they should not spread odor, we don't need any more contagion here” - said the guard who brought the food.

Unpacking the container and finding plastic spoons and forks, she frantically pounced on the food, as she had not eaten for almost 19 hours.

After that, she found a plastic cup, drew water from the tap, which had already been turned on, and drank it, then she drank some more. Before taking the test, the water was just turned off so that she would not drink it and spoil the results of the test.

This was her new life - if you had food, water and were not beaten, it was a reason for joy and happiness.

There was nothing to do. There was nothing in the cell to amuse herself with. Just a folding bed held on two chains attached to the wall, a toilet and a small hand basin in the corner next to it, except for the torture devices hanging from the walls and ceiling.

There was a winch and chain in the cell. Dangling from the ceiling and threaded through a hinge block. The chain went into a reel with a locking lever and a handle, which contained a mechanism that not only made it easy to crush very heavy weights, but also to lock the lifted body. This mechanism could lift two slave girls if necessary.

Also hanging from the wall were chains for attaching to the shackles and securing the arms above the head or in the Y position, and there were chains between the floor and the wall, as well as arm chains attached to rings embedded in the wall, which together with the arm chains and locks allowed the slave to be secured to the wall in the X and Y positions.

There were no instruments of torture such as whips, tasers, and so on; they were brought here by the guards when necessary.

A simple cheap industrial lamp shone lonely on the ceiling, devoid of any elegance.

The folding bed was supposed to have a blanket and a sheet. The bed itself was hard, and sleeping on it was very uncomfortable for Valeria, who had long ago got used to comfort, her clenched hands and feet were swelling

“I'll get used to it,” thought the slave: "I have to get used to it, I have no other choice now. At least I sleep on a bed."

From watching the chains and rings Valeria began to feel a perverse pleasure again. She began to imagine herself fixed on the wall and it excited her, as did the memories of how less than twenty-four hours ago she had been tormented in a semi-suspended state with her clit clamped.

"I can't touch myself. Now I can only get sexual pleasure on command. If they want - they will keep me without sex and masturbation for months, if they want - they will fuck me so that I will beg to stop and they will say - no, be patient bitch, or we will fuck you through the pain, at the same time with sex subjecting you to cruel excruciating torture"

But Valeria was a sexually depraved slut and her clitoris, not so long ago punished, again begged and pleaded for touch and caress.

“How sweet it would be now to touch myself, at least with my hand, at least with one finger...” - Valeria dreamed: "I'm not even talking about the full-fledged penetration of a big strong elastic dick, penetration of a strong and powerful vibrator, not even dreaming about penetrating myself with my own fingers. Just to masturbate my clit with two fingers, or at least one, one finger, just a little, a little masturbation," she thought.

She lay on the bed, on her back, spreading her legs like before sex, but knowing that nothing and no one would penetrate her hungry unsatisfied slut vagina.

Breast touching was not forbidden by the rules, and she began to fondle her own breasts. As she fondled it and played with it during sex when her partners dicks penetrated her, as she loved her big breasts she was very proud of them.

Her fingers were touching her nipples, kneading and rubbing them, she was stroking and squeezing her huge luxuriously soft breasts with large dark aureoles of large nipples already erect from excitement, her fingers were sinking into her own so tender and supple flesh of her breasts.

She didn't realize if she was enjoying herself or torturing herself even more. The caresses of her breasts brought her pleasure, but even more excited in her the desire to touch her vagina, clitoris and labia, if only a little, for a few moments...

“No, bitch,” Valeria said to herself, “You must learn discipline now, you must learn patience or you will not survive.”

And she squeezed her adored breasts to the point of pain, “Here you go bitch, for thinking about touching your clitoris without your masters permission, get this.” She was punishing herself and she liked it.

Chapter 15b

Her legs were bent and her thighs open, as if she were waiting for penetration into her increasingly moist vagina, both hands touching her breasts and playing with her large erect nipples, tingling them with her fingernails, squeezing and twisting them, squeezing left and right, both together, then relaxing the compression.

She encompassed her breasts with her hands, squeezing, massaging, pulling and releasing them, enjoying this arousing game.

She realized that she could learn to get satisfaction and pleasure not only from orgasm, but also from this perverse pleasure when she wanted to have sex and masturbate, but it was forbidden to do so and she had to wait long hours, months weeks.

She smiled a wild crazy smile and said to herself, “Bitch wanted to break the rules, bitch must be punished” and with those words continuing to smile wildly she started slapping her own breasts with her palms.

One slap fell on the tender naked flesh after another, it hurt she continued with unrelenting ruthlessness.

“Okay, that's enough,” she thought: “There may be marks left behind that could cause problems explaining where they came from...”

“I'm just going back to where it started,” she thought, "I wanted to stop it once, but it's back... I wanted to stop it and just have traditional normal sex, but it's happening again, and this time it's happening against my will. Nothing can put it off now..."

And she continued to play with her nipples, immersed in memories of her youth in which she had become a masochistic sex slave at the age of 14.

At 14 she was a very shy and modest girl, no initiative and assertiveness of character, no desire to achieve anything, no egoistic narcissism with the idea that I am better than others and that I am superior to anyone in anything.

She didn't have many friends with whom she would have long, idle conversations. No, she had only a few good friends that she could really trust and talk to about important topics that bothered her.

She dressed extremely modestly and discreetly, at school like everyone else she wore the standard strict school uniform, after school - simple, unsophisticated clothes that hid almost all of her body and did not emphasize her attractiveness in any way.

It was only recently that she had begun to have stable monthly cycles and began to realize herself as a woman. A good student, excellent in education, strictly observing all moral norms of the society and never thinking about something unusual, condemned, forbidden, she was quite inexperienced in matters of sexual relations. She was a virgin both physiologically and psychologically.

She lived in absolutely safe conditions - a big city, everywhere police and private security companies, strict observance of all human rights and freedoms, a state inspector who came periodically to the family and interviewed them for family violence, armed with a club and pepper spray guards at school and also at school, able to quickly put in place any hooligans. All was quiet and peaceful in her world. Perhaps even too quiet...

That's why she loved literature. Especially historical novels, about an era filled with glorious battles and great victories. An era where risk and death were always around and people fought for survival, showing incredible strength and passion for life.

But there was one detail that made her feel very special, arousing a particularly strong lively and sincere interest. It was those moments in her favorite books that dealt with slavery.

Reading about slavery, about the total subjugation of one human being to another, especially when it was about the subjugation of a woman to a man,

A sweet shiver ran through Valeria's body as she reread it. A fever pierced her heart and her pulse quickened.

But life continued its measured pace, Valeria's new assignments on studies, to which she, being an excellent student, paid a lot of attention, brought her feelings back to the tranquility of quiet ordinary school days.

Until one event happened, which turned Valeria's whole world upside down and left this world for a long time to stand in this position.

When she went to the store to pick out a new historical novel, she saw a strange and very unusual book. On its color illustrated cover was a picture of a slave holding a massive galley oar. The slave was of a very strong beautiful physique, it was obvious that her beautiful strong body was trained by the codes of hard hard hard labor. Her hair was short and roughly cut, so that she was almost a hundred hairs short. She was shackled in dark rusty shackles and collar, the shackles were on her legs and arms, the ones on her legs were attached to the floor of the galley and the ones on her arms were attached to the galley oar. The slave's back was covered with fresh red and old white scars from being beaten with a heavy whip, the red and white marks of which were also visible on her magnificent breasts. The slave's body and face were tense from the effort she was making - she had her feet on the next bench pulling a heavy long paddle, and her whole body, and judging by the expression on her face - also her whole mind was concentrated on one thing only - on this desperate tense inhuman effort.

And then something irreversible happened, both frightening and exhilarating - inspiring, enchanting and passionately beckoning.

There was an ecstatic explosion in Valeria's mind. It was so powerful that not only the explosion of a nuclear bomb on Bikini Atoll, but even the testing of a thermonuclear bomb on Eniwetok Atoll would look like a match flashed by a smoking man who carelessly lit another cigarette.

Valeria pointed with a trembling hand to a shelf on which stood a book with a chained and collared slave girl and said - “Give me that book... Please...”

“Me? I'm almost seventeen!” - Valeria replied confidently, realizing where he was going with this. Suddenly she felt a rush of strength that stripped her of all modesty and shyness and she realized that she had to go all the way.

“You're barely even 15” - still laughing the salesman replied, “It's only for people over 18, even seventeen year olds can't sell it, sorry...” - already with a little bit of sadness through the cheerfulness, said the seller, realizing that the person is already ready to receive this knowledge. The knowledge of adulthood. But the law is the law...

“Please sell me this book, please!” - begged young Valeria, “I really want to read it.”

"No, girl, I won't sell it. I'm sorry. It's for adults only" -coldly and dryly replied the seller.

She looked him in the eyes with her eyes from which tears flowed and replied: "I am already an adult. If you do not sell me a book - then I ... I all day and all night I will stand at the entrance to your store. And in the morning, when you come to open it, I will ask the same question: will you sell me a book or not?"

The salesman took a deep breath and said on a long exhalation in an agitated, but at the same time firm and determined tone: "Okay. Just for God's sake don't tell anyone where you bought it, if they find it, and most importantly DO NOT SHOW it to your parents.“

The seller took the money and gave Valeria the book, wrapping it in gray wrapping paper.

Valeria took the book with trembling hands and pressed it tightly to her heart. She was already ecstatic, though she hadn't even opened the book yet.

“I'll tear up the check, I doubt you'll want to return this book in a couple weeks because you didn't like it... And... Good luck in your adult life, my child,” the salesman said with a cheerful smile.

"Thank you, ser... And good luck to you" - said Valeria with gratitude in her tearful look and left the store.

Chapter 15c

Valeria did not walk to her house, but simply flew on wings. Every step she took was like the step of a soldier marching victoriously through enemy territory. It seemed that the very ground beneath her feet was filled with trembling and trembling.

When she got home, she hid the book in the closet. She still had to do her homework, clean the house, and prepare a meal for her mother. She was alone in the house today. Her stepfather was on a business trip and her mother wouldn't be back from night duty until the morning. And breakfast should be waiting for her.

Valeria was a very well-mannered and responsible girl and had to do everything properly.

There was a lot of homework. But she was an excellent student and did everything accurately and carefully.

Through all the texts of textbooks, all the formulas, historical chronicles and descriptions of classical literary characters was the image of a chained and shackled galley slave, whose strong trained body was in tension, making an incredible effort.

This thought with a desperate passion invaded her mind forcing her to return with such a highly arousing, yes sexually arousing her desirable and adored image.

Valerie had never discussed sexual intercourse with anyone before. Several guys with varying degrees of brazenness had already hit on her, but she ignored them, just shy of talking to them about it.

When in the company of students there was a talk about sex, and even more so about any non-standard sexual practices like BDSM, Valeria just listened silently but did not say anything. And when they tried to talk to her about it, she answered: “I study a lot, I just don't have time...” - and left the company, walking away and looking at her feet in embarrassment when she heard herself following: “She has no time, with such - that breast, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha... I'd like to have that breast... Eh....”.

But Valeria came home from school and sat down to her textbooks again. And only at night before going to bed she dreamed of scenes from her favorite historical novels, where a naked slave girl is sold at auction, after which she submits to a strict master and does his will. And in case of disobedience, a severe humiliating punishment awaits her. At these moments she felt not only a pleasurable excitement, but also shame, helplessness and total control over herself, and these sensations made her arousal much stronger. But she hadn't touched herself yet, just let her fantasy play freely with her young inexperienced soul.

But now the situation was different: in addition to the textbooks on her desk in Valeria's closet lay a textbook of a different kind, a textbook that was ready not just to develop her mind in this or that scientific direction, but to give her something much more: to initiate her into the arcane and secrets of adult life.

In the head of excited and burning with passion Valeria flashed lines from the song:

And these secret desires were already inexorably and unbearably calling the beautiful young neophyte of orgiastic sexual passion to plunge into the immense depths of secret initiatory rituals.

Valeria finished her homework with a sigh of relief, started cleaning, and then cooking. She had mixed up the formulas in her notebook in three places, which, fortunately, she managed to correct. While cleaning, she almost knocked over the bucket of water she was using to mop the floor. While cooking, she almost burned the kettle, which was almost boiling over.

Her feelings, a little weakened by the time spent with textbooks, cleaning the house and cooking, flared up with a new and even brighter force.

Her heart quickened its rhythm, her teeth chattering against each other as if from the cold. With trembling hands she picked up the book and tore at the gray wrapping paper the way a hungry predator torments its prey. But at the same time her movements were precise and careful, for she was afraid of damaging the priceless colored cover, which bore the image of a naked slave girl that had so impressed Neophyte.

She glanced again at the book free of its wrapper. “Three Years Chained to an Oar” was the title. She glanced at the cover again. The static picture seemed to come to life in Valerie's imagination, and take on movement. She was no longer looking at a picture, but at a real slave of a real galley, saw the tension of her body and even heard the clinking of her chains.

And then Valeria's consciousness, trained by years of reading high-quality classical literature and driven by a hitherto unknown gust of frenzied passion, did its work. And it did it perfectly and flawlessly.

Valeria felt herself on the galleys. The wind rumbled over her head. The fierce sun burned her skin. The waves splashed against the high wooden sides of the ship. She felt the strain of the oar she was pulling forward, felt the shackles on her arms and legs, felt the rough iron collar touching her tender young neck, scratching her sensitive white skin. And most of all she felt the depth of shame and helplessness from her completely naked body and flogged back and breasts and spread legs with a virgin naked vagina.

"A slave... Should be naked..." - Valeria thought and quickly began to remove her clothes.

Fully exposing her young but already developed strong and beautiful fitness trained feminine body with exorbitantly large for fourteen years old breasts and beautiful large rounded buttocks, she began to stroke it with her hands, standing at the large mirror and looking at herself.

“Slave strong... Slave beautiful....” - Valeria thought, running her palms over her naked body. The sensations of sexual ecstasy were as if all her skin was smeared with mustard or poured with boiling water and it was burning and the fire did not want to die down.

Her nipples were hard and swollen. Her clitoris was aroused and erect. Her smoothly shaved vagina was so wet that drops of moisture dripped onto the floor.

- You can, you can, and you'll realize it after your punishment, you lazy scum! A slave needs a whip!"

And then she remembered: in the cupboard in the bottom drawer there was an electric cord that had been thrown away. Two strands, the core a flexible weave of copper wire, the sheath a heavy stiff rubber.

“This is what we need,” Valeria thought and leaned over to the bottom drawer, pulling out a long black, double-core electrical cord.

Chapter 15d

A slender girl with a moderately wiry and athletic, but at the same time slender and a little thin body, long hair braided in a tight black braid, large young firm breasts and juicy rounded buttocks stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in sexual ecstasy.

She smiled to herself, mimicking the smile of her slave master to whom she now belonged in her extreme sexual fantasy.

“- You will be punished now, slave!” - Valeria said and swung the whip in the air.

The whip quickly parted the air with a whoosh and hiss. The heavy copper strands made the wire move fast and swift.

“Master, please don't, don't hurt me, I'll make it up to you!” - Valeria said, changing his facial expression to humiliated - begging.

"No, bitch, without discipline, without strict and unavoidable punishment you will not reform. Such lazy bitches can only be reformed by strict merciless and unavoidable punishment and fear of it! Put your body under my whip, you lowlife!" - said Valeria and swung around, holding a thin and long elastic cable in her hand.

The cable whistled through the air again, but this time it found its target - it was the tender, never known pain and torture body of the young fourteen-year-old burning in the abyss of sexual ecstasy Valeria.

The shock of the cable burned her back, piercing her consciousness with a pain that made her wince.

"What, did that hurt, bitch? Take another one! You worthless lazy scum will row much better next time!" - Valeria said and hit herself again and again and again and again.

Each time she received a blow, she flinched at the pain burning through her consciousness and cried out. Her breathing became more rapid. Her hands were already visibly trembling. After each blow, after taking a few breaths and catching her breath, she stiffly and forcefully beat herself again and again.

Each time between a few strokes, she twisted around a little near the mirror to examine her back. She wanted her back to look just a little bit like the heroine from the book illustration. And she was getting better and better at it. Her back burned with pain. Her perfectly white sensitive skin was covered with long thin red streaks.

She had never touched her vagina, and she was a virgin, but it seemed to her that every stroke of the whip, causing humiliation and pain, was like the movement of her passionate lover's cock in her vagina, giving her great pleasure.

And she could feel it - something was coming. Something powerful and passionate that made her vagina burn more and more with pleasure, and the moisture dripping from it so wet the floor that it was already a puddle to slip on.

- Silence bitch, quickly put your buttocks up. Remember who you are, remember that you are my property and you have no right to deny me anything.

-Yes, my Master, your bitch is ready to obey..... " - Valeria said and swung hard with all her might and struck herself on the firm rounded and much more sensitive soft buttocks.

After the first blow Valeria clenched her teeth and left them clenched. The blows continued. Her buttocks, white, soft and rounded, were covered with the same thin and long red stripes that burned through her skin with blazing pain.

From the new blows Valeria no longer shrieked but sobbed, tears welled up in her eyes, but she continued to whip herself. She is a slave. She must be punished. It had to be just like her favorite historical novels - all the pain and passion described in them, all the powerful mad pleasure and suffering - it had to be real.

The constant blazing pain, previously only covering her back, now encompassed her buttocks as well. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto her breasts, while at the same time the moisture from her increasingly aroused vagina continued to run down her thighs and drip onto the floor.

Valeria noticed small scratches and cuts on the skin of her buttocks from which blood was protruding and smiled through her tears, “The slave is getting a good, strong punishment - just what this slave deserved...” - she thought.

Passion was already piercing her clit with a hot needle of ecstasy and she realized that she was about to... Soon this coming Thing would happen. Just a little more.

- Please, Master, don't... The bitch's back and buttocks have already been punished, the bitch has realized the lesson taught to her and will correct herself, please spare my breasts today!

-No, bitch, only total punishment can reform you, I can't stand halfway, I have to finish the job.

-Yes, my Lord, as you say, your bitch obeys you. Unquestioningly..." - spoke the galley slave Valeria's next lines of dialog with her rough and ruthless slave master: “If the bitch is guilty, bring the matter to an end, my Master…”

Valeria swung around and smacked her breasts with all her might. The impact of the electric cable landed on her large tender and extremely sensitive breasts, smashing into that hot sexy flesh, making the slave shudder in pain for a few moments, throwing off her normal breathing rhythm and striking her left nipple.

Valeria still not only imagined herself on a galley at sea, chained to an oar, but standing naked in front of the mirror, she also imagined other slave girls, several male sailors, and her Master's friends and servants. And they were all looking at her. At the cruel whip torturing her naked, uncovered young female body.

The mixture of pain and shame overflowed the cup of her mind to the brim. And the cup spilled over.

Something that had been approaching and was already standing at the threshold, pounding insistently on the door, burst in, tearing the door of her consciousness off its hinges.

The third blow to her chest left a thin long streak of red piercing with a new bout of pain, with a few drops of blood protruding.

Valerie orgasmed. Without touching her clit. From the shame and pain alone. From the brutal inescapable and merciless, piercing her young sensitive sexual flesh, the rough blows of the slave-owner’s whip.

Being a virgin, she orgasmed with such force as experienced lovers who had enjoyed the art of love for years and had experienced not dozens but hundreds of strong passionate full vaginal penetrations.

Valeria closed her eyes and for a few moments there was no Valeria in the world at all, one pure and endless ecstasy that consumed the entire universe. Then she opened her eyes. Pleasant lightness and fatigue overwhelmed her, her legs shaking beneath her. Her head was spinning. There was a puddle of her wetness on the floor. Her thighs wet with vaginal secretions trembled, her strength was leaving Valeria, she wanted to fall into bed and fall asleep.

“The book... Hide it...” - was all she could think with her mind leaving her body. She took the book and stuffed it under her pillow and went to bed like a cat curled up in a ball. And immediately disconnected from objective reality, going into the world of pure and blissful ecstatic pleasure.

Chapter 15e

Valeria awoke with a feeling of deep lightness and peace. It seemed that she had never experienced such pure and clear blissful lightness in her life.

It was as if the earth's gravity had weakened and the whole body was filled with some magical energy that made it light, as if it were about to take off, just by taking a stronger step.

“This is the strongest thing I have ever felt” - thought the young beautiful slave girl, “Now I have a long and adventurous journey ahead of me on an antique galley” - she thought as she ran her hand over her cruelly and mercilessly flogged young and tender breasts, which still bore the thin and long lines left by the painful strokes of the electric cable.

She put on a robe and slippers, stepped into the shower, and, taking off her robe, stood under the hot water jets.

The hot water burned her wounds, which had soothed a little during the night, and they ached with renewed vigor. But she had to bathe. Yesterday's sweat had dripped off her like raindrops. The mud could make her wounds take a long time to heal, and she had to go to school again after the weekend. She had endured this torture of jets of hot water, the burning of soap touching fresh wounds, the touch of the towel on her breasts, back, stomach, buttocks and thighs, soaking up the moisture from her exhausted but full of such impressive sensations.

“A slave must endure,” she thought: "I won't smear wound-healing ointment on the whip marks, let it hurt, let it be all red streaked. Everything must be real. And besides, it's so beautiful..."

And, putting on her robe again, she went to her room, where she changed into her usual clothes, choosing something more covering her body.

All day long she had been busy with various household chores, helping her mother with her chores, and waiting only for one thing - to be left alone in the evening to sit down to her favorite book, which she had not yet opened, but which had already managed to impress her so much with its delightful illustration on the glossy cardboard cover.

In the evening, alone, she stripped naked again. And opened the book, beginning for herself this marvelous journey into a world filled with true ancient and powerful passion, striking as, the heavy whip of a cruel slave master strikes the tender flesh of a young slave girl.

Two slave owners, one a strong tall black-haired man of about thirty-five years old, the other gray-haired, thinner but with a cunning and enterprising look talked to each other:

"- This girl is not needed by her foster father, he has two daughters of his own, she was not even needed as a servant to his daughters. He decided to sell her to me in a brothel..." -said the old man.

“-Yes, she is beautiful, I can imagine how he bargained with you and what price he demanded from you” - replied the young man.

- Yes, she is beautiful, it's true, but she's too much trouble, that's probably why he sold her to me.

- She's 16 now, and a virgin, so I decided to sell her virginity, and she hit a rich powerful client between the legs, said - “Don't you dare touch me, you old pervert!”. I've lost a lot of credibility as a pimp. I don't want to deal with her at all. You can have her on your galley. You need oarsmen.

- You don't understand anything! Take her and bring her up well, so that she obeys you. He'll be a reward for your rowers if they work well!

-You have a devilish cunning, my friend. All right, I'll take it. I keep whipping them, yelling at them, "Row, you bastards, or I'll whip you! This will be much more interesting. If you row badly, I'll flog you. If you row well, you'll get this young slave girl as a reward. Here's the agreed amount, here you go.

- Oh, I knew you'd like my idea. Well, take the goods and see you later, friend!

- Well, to each his own, some are young wolves, some are old foxes, but we both like to hunt, my friend!

- Go to the devils, you old rogue!" - with these words both partners shook hands, hugged each other and the old man headed for his wagon.

“Okay, bitch” - Said the man to the sixteen year old slave girl who stood trembling at the sight of him: "You got a lot of pride? Now we're going to fix that."

“Take off your clothes and kneel down, you don't need any more clothes, our weather is hot, you won't catch cold.” - said the Young Slave Master.

“Don't kill” she said quietly “I understand everything, I will do everything properly as you say”

“keep quiet and tilt your head, I won't kill you, don't be afraid, I will just give you a new hairstyle.”

The man took her long black as soot luxurious soft hair in one hand, in the other he began to deftly wield a dagger, almost at the root cutting off her magnificent braids from her head.

“Don't move now, or I'll cut you accidentally, and I really don't want that, I have big plans for you - you know, it's boring for men on long sea voyages without female company...” - With wicked cold-blooded mirth he said, cutting off the last strand of hair from his slave's head.

“Now, bitch, with this here gorgeous hair of yours, drive the deck, or else I'll hang you from the mast and flog you, what's not clear?”

The slave owner took his heavy whip and began to beat her with incredible force, with several blows simply knocking her to the ground. The blows came on her back, thighs, buttocks and breasts.

“Slave understands everything...” - The shaved naked girl said quietly and, rising from the ground, picked up a bundle of her black hair, also taking a bucket of sea water, began to wash with it the dirty trampled deck of a large rounded merchant ship.

Chapter 15f

Valeria was shaking with excitement again. She had not yet fully recovered from her first ecstasy, but her young, strong, healthy female body demanded that the banquet continue.

Her vagina, still virginal, was moist again. The nipples had hardened. The clitoris was erect and eager to be touched. And the pleasant burning heat was spreading over her skin again.

Valerie threw the robe over her body and went into the main room, where she rummaged in the closet and found what she needed.

Throwing off her robe, she pulled out her whip and began furiously striking her body wherever she could. Breasts, buttocks, stomach, thighs, back - everything was touched by the cruel strip of the whip. At each blow she flinched, trying not to scream, so as not to be seen by her mother.

The flogging made her even more aroused. She felt again the approach of something strong, incredible, powerful and all-consuming, like the vortex of a tornado.

After a couple dozen strokes, Slave knelt, plugged the wire into the socket and turned on the machine. Her long black hair was loose and fell in soft, lush waves over her naked body, over the red lines on her back and breasts. The black curls touched her delicate sensitive breasts, her nipples, and stroked them pleasantly.

"That's it, slave, you are forfeiting your long luxurious black hair. That is what your master has decided. And don't resent it or they'll beat you bloody with the whip, understand?" - She said to herself and brought the machine up to her head.

She grasped her hair with one hand, and with the other she began to shave it neatly, clearly and without unnecessary haste.

After ten minutes, Valeria held her hand on her smooth and short-cut head: "Everything should be real... But I will not shave everything completely naked, or the school will be completely shocked at what they saw. I'll leave it as short as possible..."

In front of her stood a powerless slave, humiliated by two days of flogging, humiliated by cutting off her beautiful coal-black soft and long hair, experiencing humiliation and pain. And she was enjoying it.

One hand began to squeeze and twist her nipple, while the other touched her swollen wet clit.

Her body responded with a sweet growing shudder. Her vagina craved satisfaction.

Valerie began to fondle and rub her clit as she continued to look at her whip-beaten body and shorn head in the mirror she had placed in front of her.

"Yes...Yes...Yes...Yes...A little more....A little more.... Yes..." - whispered the passion-crazed slave girl coming closer and closer to her cherished orgasm.

And it pierced her body, overwhelmed her with a wave of burning ecstasy. She closed her eyes again and plunged into that wave, where there was nothing but one all-encompassing pleasure.

The orgasm was not as strong as yesterday, but still incredibly powerful, just as completely knocking the young girl out. She, with a wet vagina, a body covered with drops of sweat, red stripes of blows on her skin, a short-cropped head and a clitoris satisfied with the pleasure she had received, collapsed back on the bed and fell into a deep and deep sleep, not forgetting to shove the book under the pillow....

“Valeria, how long will you sleep, get up already, breakfast is ready” - Shouted at the door mother: It does not look like you, such a disciplined girl, seven in the morning and you are always on your feet, even if it's a weekend. And now it's like you've been bewitched by a dark wizard. Come on, get up and get out."

"What is this? Honey, what happened to you, are you crazy? Explain what's going on?" - Said the mother upon seeing her daughter's new hairstyle.

"Mom, it's okay, you can do that now, many girls do that. And I'm tired of it, a lot of fuss with long hair. And I am seriously engaged in my studies, I have no time to mess with them. I'm sick of it. So I decided to get rid of it." - replied the daughter, imitating a calm, indifferent tone.

"But you were so fond of your black braid, so proud of it... Yes, it's strange, what a fashion the young people have now. But... Your choice. At least don't get a piercing. “

”Don't worry... It's okay." - Valeria said confidently, “Let's go to lunch.”

The day went on as usual. In the evening Valeria again secluded herself in her room, locked the door from the inside and opened the book:

The slave stood on all fours, showing all the other slaves and sailors her anus and vagina, and scrubbed the deck of the galley. Her tears dripped onto the deck and she wiped them away with a lock of her luxurious and long hair, mercilessly cut off by her cruel new master.

Both slaves and sailors laughed at the sight of her and made many jokes along the lines of, "What a beautiful tight un-fucked cunt and ass, I wonder if her master will give her to us to ravage or would rather spoil her himself and then throw her back to us? Hey, bitch. We haven't fucked anyone in a long time, let me vaginally fuck you and my friend come behind you and rape your ass. We guarantee, bitch, that our dicks will give you a lot of pleasure. She's barely sixteen and her tits are already like an experienced adult whore's... Hey whore, put my dick between your huge tits, I want to rub the head of my dick on your pink nipples..." - And so on, ad infinitum.

But then the master of the galley came on deck and everyone fell silent. In his hands was a strange-looking wooden object, resembling a phallus, but of an unusual unnatural relief shape - with a large rounded thickening at the beginning, much larger than the head of a normal male penis and covered with rounded protrusions-spikes.

"Well, virgin, I have a special gift for you. People say that women never forget their first sexual experience. "And I can guarantee you, you'll have a lot to remember. And you'll remember it for the rest of your life." - The slave owner said with a cold-blooded smile.

Chapter 15g

“Okay guys, grab her and tie her to the board railing so that her vagina and anus are accessible.” - He continued, “No one will be fucking her tonight, just this artificial dildo designed for vaginal torture. We're going to make you a cunt-fucking bitch who will forever remember the humiliation and pain.”

Two strong, sturdy muscular sailors grabbed the dazed girl and dragged her to the side where they began to tie her to the railing.

She made no attempt to resist, no hysterics, for she knew it was useless. She just cried, bending down her shaven head and feeling the hard tight ropes pressing her delicate hands against the hard wooden bars.

When the deed was done, the master made a gesture with his hand and the sailors moved away from the slave girl, making way for him. He leaned over to her and showed her the artificial phallus up close.

“ - See this, bitch? It's a sea demon dick, custom made for me by a carpenter. It's designed to punish bitches like you. And now it will absolutely mercilessly, quickly and deeply enter your vagina, and stay there after you've been fucked by it.

- Please don't do that. Not like that. If you want to rape me, rape me, but please, not with that wooden spiked dildo, please!

- You ruined the business of an old friend of mine who sold your virginity to a rich client. He ended up with a double loss - he had to return the money to the client and pay the client compensation. So both he and the client are angry and want you to suffer. Which I will do. So shut up and be patient, bitch. Although you can yell if you want. Yes, amuse us with your yelling, it will make us very happy.”

The slave owner placed the dildo against the slave's virgin vagina, “Say goodbye to your virginity, scum,” with these words he began to insert the artificial phallus into her vagina with a strong forward motion.

The slave shuddered, she tried to clench, to pull away and not let the terrible object inside her, ready to topple her into an abyss of pain and humiliation. But she could not pull away because she was tightly bound, and there was no way she could resist the movement of the object guided by the strong male hand.

The dildo opened her vagina and began to penetrate, tearing her virginity to shreds. Unbearable pain burned through her vagina, she howled like a wild wounded animal as she felt the thick, long stick thickened at the end and covered with many short and blunt spikes. She felt every inch, every half inch, quarter inch, as even the slightest movement caused her pain.

And the movement was not insignificant. It was rough, strong, violent, and swift.

The slave opened her mouth as much as she could in her scream, screamed all the air out of her chest so that she could not even breathe for a while. Her whole body froze in tension, as if she was not being fucked in the cunt with an artificial cock, but was being slowly pierced in her belly with a short sword.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..............” - was all she could say, a hoarsely piercing “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” her desperate scream tore at her throat just as the artificial cock tore her hymen and burst inside, filling her vagina with its massive volume and torturing its interior with the pressure and scratching of its many spikes.

“Bitch likes it, Captain!” - shouted the sailors: “Captain, you push some more, let the bitch have a good orgasm! Our captain as a true gentleman has tenderly and carefully initiated the girl into the mysteries of love!” - yelled the sailors looking on.

The slave girl listened to all this clearly and did not know what tormented her more - the torture of physical pain from the torture instrument fucking her tender and virgin vagina a few minutes ago, or the pain of shame and embarrassment, as she was fucked in public, in the port, in front of slaves, sailors and other inhabitants of her galley, neighboring galleys and people who stood on the shore. They were all watching this show, at least three hundred people, while she, tied by her hands to the railing, looked overboard to the dock where hundreds of people - slave loaders, sailors of other galleys, merchants and captains - were standing.

“You, bitch, still try to cum, don't let us down....We are here to give you heavenly pleasure,” continued the captain, plunging the phallus to the full depth of the slave's vagina and resting it on the cervix and turning it during reciprocating movements, pressing on this cervix.

“-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ....-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ....-Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! ....-Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! ....” - screamed the slave with each thrust of the phallus. The virgin's blood ran down the phallus and dripped onto the deck.

But worst of all, through the pain and shame torturing her vagina, she felt her orgasm approaching. The phallus was too big and the thrusts too sharp to resist.

She orgasmed, shaking in convulsions. Pleasure mingled and dissolved into shame and pain so that she couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. She shuddered violently one last time, and broken by fatigue, hung from the railing to which she was tied.

“Bring the fidelity belt,” shouted the captain to the sailors. One of the sailors disappeared into the hold and came running back with an article of stiff coarse leather, which was a black belt that was worn around the waist, with a wide leather strap running between the legs that was supposed to hold the anal or vaginal phallus inside the woman being punished.

The sailors put the belt on the slave woman and tightened it around her waist. Then they passed the belt between her legs and attached it to the clasp on her stomach, tightening it in the same way to keep the artificial phallus inside her vagina, which he raped mercilessly.

“That's how we're going to keep you for the night, bitch. And yes, we are very happy to have such a lovely young lady keeping company with our rough, vivacious and cheerful male staff. I hope you enjoy it,” the slave owner said, smiling cruelly and coldly.

Chapter 15h

Her parents weren't home again. Her mother had gone to the night shift, leaving Valeria to enjoy the solitude of the book she loved so much.

After reading the chapter, the girl was again shaking with sexual excitement, it was as if a hot wind was blowing on her skin, engulfing her with heat.

The door was opened by the neighbor's boyfriend, a handsome tall slender athletic sixteen year old boy with short black hair.

“-Valeria, what's wrong? Where is your hair? Did you get sick with something that you had to cut it off? What's going on?

-Remember when you asked me to go to the amusement park with you, you wanted to buy me something, remember? -Yes.

-Well, you know, I changed my mind. And I don't want any parks or rides or ice cream. Just do it to me now, hard and rough, no regrets.

-but with a few conditions: Tie me up so I can't move and beat me with this whip before sex.

-Yes... It's clear... I've wanted to do it with you for a long time, but you're so shy, you're always studying and studying... Today my parents went to the cottage, they'll be back only tomorrow. You're lucky, I'm alone tonight. Come in.”

The girl went into his room. She put the electric cable on the table and threw off her robe, exposing her beautiful body to him. Stained with the red stripes of the electric cable's blows.

The young man was surprised once more, but then the eager smile of a hunter who had caught up with his prey transformed his face.

“Lie down, bitch. Spread your arms and legs. Quickly,” he said coldly and harshly.

Valeria obediently lay down on the bed and stretched her arms and legs to the corners of the bed depicting with her body a pose similar to the letter X.

The guy took out a rope and started to tie her hands one by one. He understood what she wanted, and he himself had been craving it for a long time. The knots were strong and tight, her hands were tied to the sturdy backrest of a solid, massive old iron bed, the surface of which in some places had already peeled off its anticorrosive coating and was covered with dark brown spots.

The girl felt the ropes squeezing and cutting into her wrists. It was as if she were being tied up by a real slave owner to be tortured and sexually abused. And she was satisfied with that.

He tied several loops of rope around each leg and then tightened and knotted them.

The tie was tight and secure, so tight that even a grown man would not break free, let alone a young charming girl.

The guy took hold of these ends and slowly, gradually increasing the effort, pulled.

He pulled hard enough and her body stretched and stiffened, the loops of rope crashed even harder and squeezed her wrists and ankles.

Next, he pulled down the two ropes that were threaded through the back of the bed and tied them together, securing them in a taut position.

The ropes howled taut as guitar strings. Valerie was completely immobilized so that she couldn't move at all. She felt completely helpless, left to the mercy of her master.

- Yes my master, punish this bitch, let her learn what it means to refuse to serve her master” - Valeria replied.

The guy swung the cable and gave the girl a blow on her big tender luxurious breasts. The girl shuddered and cried out.

Valeria clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. New blows tortured her breasts, the skin of which had not yet recovered from the last flogging, when the girl flogged herself.

The new blows of the electric cable lay on top of the old ones, causing new pain and awakening the pain of the wounds that had not yet fully healed.

Many strokes hit her nipples, which were already erect, as was the young slave girl's clit. The pain excited Valeria, making her vagina become abnormally moist and dreaming not only of touching her clit but also of full penetration.

The guy moved to his hips, he brought his hand with the cable high up, dropping the cable behind his back, the way fishermen cast the line of their fishing rod, and made a quick merciless downward motion.

Valeria did not scream; her teeth were clenched. With each stroke she twitched in her elastic bonds and hissed, breathing heavily through clenched teeth.

Soon her thighs, too, were streaked with the red lines of the whip blows and burned with unbearable hellfire.

“I was greatly distressed by your previous refusal, scum. And for that I will whip your vagina” said the guy and folded the wire in half to make the blows even more painful.

Chapter 15i

The guy swung around and hit Valeria between her legs with all his might on her already flowing virgin vagina, hitting her tender erect clitoris.

The girl shuddered in the elastically taut ropes and growled through her teeth in pain, but she didn't cry out, continuing to endure.

The next blows weren't as precise or strong, but they hurt enough. Each one was like a jolt of electricity.

Her vagina was turning red, the lust for pleasure mixed with the burning pain. And that made it even stronger.

The virgin vagina that had known so little pleasure, defenselessly open to the master's whip, was being brutally punished, burning in the waves of piercing pain that followed each blow.

After delivering a few dozen blows and seeing that her vagina was beaten to a reddened state, the guy stopped.

“I'm going to fuck you, but are you even sure you'll have an orgasm?” - He asked.

The man undressed. Valeria saw his huge erect dick eight inches long and two wide.

The guy himself was wildly aroused from the sexual torture of a naked helpless adorable fourteen year old virgin he had just subjected her to. His cock stood as if it were not a man's sex organ but a hardwood dildo that knew no fatigue and no mercy.

He put on the contraceptive and climbed on the bed on top of the girl, choosing a comfortable position for sex.

Without saying anything he just began to penetrate his cock into her battered, but from this even more excited and eager for pleasure vagina.

Valeria felt the pressure, it was painful, uncomfortable, but her whole being was waiting and craving it.

The pressure quickly increased and the hard cock of a young man full of vigor burst into her vagina, filling her entire space.

The girl's body arched even though she was bound and pinned down by the weight of the big strong man.

The ropes were stretched to the limit and the iron bed to which they were tied rattled from the strain.

The wave of pain that had clouded Valeria's mind was subsiding, exposing and intensifying her incredible ever-increasing thirst for pleasure, her thirst for orgasm.

Valeria nodded her head in response and the guy removed his hand from her mouth.

She clenched her teeth again and he began to fuck her, a little slowly at first, but then faster and faster.

Her vagina clenched hard on his huge cock, which slid back and forth inside her, giving her great pleasure.

She felt nothing in this universe anymore, not even the ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles, she felt only the movements of her partner's cock, no, not her partner - her master, slave owner, tormentor and rapist, who was fucking her quickly and mercilessly to satisfy his and her sexual desire.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed, the pleasure was growing and was already approaching its peak.

She experienced an orgasm of such power that she simply forgot about everything on this earth.

The pleasure engulfed her completely, robbing her of consciousness and reason. The all-consuming ecstasy was her mind, her world.

The guy, who was ready to orgasm, cummed inside her, then took out his cock from her vagina.

She was lying on the bed with half-closed eyes, exhausted and breathing quietly.

Her head was leaning impotently to the side. Her mouth was open and a small blissful smile froze on her face.

“Valeria, are you okay at all?” - The guy asked, patting her cheek with the palm of his hand.

The young man left her lying on the bed and went to his room. The girl just needed a good rest.

Valeria hung powerlessly on the railing of the galley board, to which she was firmly tied. In her vagina was a huge, unusually shaped artificial phallus, which could not be pulled back out as it was secured by leather ramen attached to her belt. Valeria was exactly there. Aboard the galley. Just through the pain and humiliation she had experienced the strongest orgasm caused by perverted sex with an artificial phallus. She no longer perceived objective reality, but felt the galley standing in the harbor at the dock as the truth in the last instance.

Valeria was strong not only with her body, which she regularly trained with fitness, gymnasts, and sometimes with metal simulators.

The whole point was that Valeria was strong in spirit, strong in consciousness, strong in imagination, strong in perception of feelings and images. She had a strong, really powerful consciousness. And it was this consciousness that amplified physiological sensations many times over. Bringing them to a state of pure unrivaled and complete ecstasy.

Chapter 16a

All the next week Valeria waited for the weekend to continue studying her favorite book.

She refused to attend gym class, citing illness. Though in fact her whole body was covered with traces of cruel flogging and in the locker room when she changed her school uniform for a tracksuit all the girls would see it. Which Valeria didn't want at all.

By Friday evening all traces of flogging had passed, and the girl, having done her homework and all other household chores, again secluded herself to read a book.

She carefully pulled the book from its hiding place on the bottom shelf of the closet.

At the mere sight of the cover and touching the book, the girl immediately felt her young blood boil like water in the center of a nuclear reactor.

She lay on the bed with her legs bent at the knees and her thighs wide apart, her left hand holding the open book and her right hand slowly stroking her clitoris and labia.

The sun had already risen and was illuminating the galley with its early soft rays.

Everyone on the galley was bustling about. The sailors drove the slaves to the workstations and chained them to them, connecting the ring between the chain of leg irons with the ring fixed on the floor of the galley, passing a long chain between them, which fixed a whole row of slaves at once and closed on the last ring at the stern of the galley with a lock.

“ - Well, bitch, did you get the pleasure?” - Asked the slave Master, who approached her from behind.

The naked girl, dangling in a half-sitting-half-lying position from the side of the galley to which her hands were tied, woke up and shuddered.

Then she was struck on the back by a powerful blow of the whip, which made her shriek loudly.

"- Understand, you fucking bitch, if your master asks you something, you must answer at once, briefly and clearly and to the point. Is that understood?

- So, beautiful, did you enjoy your first sexual experience on our humble vessel?"

The girl was on her knees. Her white thighs were stained with the blood of a virgin. The strap holding back the artificial phallus in her vagina was also covered in caked blood.

It was hard for the girl to move because of the rough artificial penis inserted into her tender, still very young but already mercilessly raped vagina.

She did not even feel the pain in her hands tied to the board, all her sensations were reduced to the touch of the artificial phallus in her vagina, which she could not pull out and which moved slightly inside her when she tried to move.

It was excruciatingly painful and humiliating, but such was her first sex and her first orgasm.

“Yes, I liked it, Master... But I beg you, please take it out for the sake of all the gods, please....” - Sobbing from crying she said.

"Okay. Guys, untie her and take the toy out of her cunt." - said the Slave Master.

A couple of sailors quickly ran over to the girl, with their strong nimble fingers they untangled all the ropes. One of the sailors unbuckled and removed the bloody belt.

“Now, bitch, work without hands” - Said the Captain: - “Push the artificial phallus out of the vagina using the muscles of the vagina itself.”

“ Please Master, for the sake of all the gods....” - The slave girl received a slap that almost made her fall off her feet. Her cheek lit up with a swooping pain.

"Bitch, I gave you your assignment clearly, what's your problem, bitch? " - Master showed the slave the whip.

“Yes Master...” - Said through tears the slave girl and began to try to squeeze the spike-covered artificial cock with thickened rounded tip with her still quite weak and untrained vaginal muscles.

She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, bent her legs at the knees, hooked her fingers into her thighs and began to push the artificial penis out. Due to its shape - blunt rounded spikes all over its surface and a rounded thickening at the end, the cock came out slowly and painfully.

The whole crew looked at her, the slaves and sailors and even many people from other galleys and from the shore dropped their business and looked at her.

Finally the girl with a groan: “OOOooooooooooooo..........” pushed her cock out and it fell to the deck.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........” - Said the slave girl barely audible and losing her strength she staggered and started to fall to the floor, but one of the strong sailors picked her up and helped her to her feet.

This was followed by another slap, “Cheer up bitch, you still have an artificial phallus and belt to wash.” - said the Slave Master and looking at one of the sailors said: “Give her a bucket with a rope and a trough, let her scoop up the overboard water and wash the instrument that has given her so much pleasure this night.”

Valeria was already so horny that her throat was dry and her lips were cracking. She had already managed to penetrate her vagina with her fingers and fuck herself with her hand as it was only possible for a girl, though very young, but trained by fitness and gymnasts.

At the mention of the artificial penis, which through pain and tears fell out of her vagina, Valeria orgasmed strongly again, and, tired, hiding the book under the pillow, fell asleep, barely gathering the last strength to get under the blanket.

Chapter 16b

The next day, secluded in her room, Valeria undressed again, opened a book and began to read:

They had been rowing for the third day. It was calm and the sail was useless. The owner was worried about the delay in the delivery of goods, he was angry as a tiger and snapped at everyone. And with the words “Row faster, you bastard bastard” he would beat one or another of the slaves with a whip. The slaves would shriek and row with renewed vigor.

The young slave girl also handled the oar. She sat completely naked on a stiff wooden bench with her bare feet on the bench in front of her.

The Mediterranean sun was mercilessly burning her still white, soft skin from three days ago, which by the third day of the journey had already become visibly swarthy and burned with the pain of the sun's rays.

On her shoulders and the back of her neck, the skin was not just tanned, it was blistered and peeling. It was as if my shoulders, nape of the neck, and upper back had been peeled off and salted.

The whip of the slave master, which again went over her tender body, sparing neither her back, nor her buttocks, nor her large luxurious breasts with large nipples surrounded by dark aureoles, added to the pain. The sun burned particularly hard where the whip struck.

Her young body, which had not yet known such hard physical labor, was straining with all its might. The oar was very massive, and even though she was pulling it with another slave, stronger and more experienced, it was still very hard.

It was necessary to dip the oar into the water, strain as hard as possible to make a quick rhythmic movement, without breaking from the general rhythm of all the other rowers, then lift the oar and hold it above the water, returning to the original position. At the age of 16, for a girl to handle a huge, massive wooden oar was a task beyond human capabilities.

On the first day, the slave had blisters on her hands, some bleeding a little and leaving bloody spots on the paddle. It hurt her to even hold the paddle, but she had to hold it, or the slave owner promised to do something terrible. Hang her upside down and dip her head in a barrel of water and whip her chest and buttocks until her head was in the water. Then lift it up, taking the head out of the barrel, and after a little breathing time, put it down again.

And she held the paddle. She held it, grasping it with such force, as if it were not an oar, but a stick, which from the boat is stretched out to a drowning man that he, grabbing it, to save his life.

She pulled the oar. All the muscles of her young body were straining to the limit. Every muscle was sore and burning. Sweat was pouring down her body, its salty drops burning her skin, already scorched by the sun and the whips of the slave master. Her hands and feet were already shackled, rounded iron rings connected by a chain. The chains and shackles were rusty from the moist salty sea air, the rust was not present only where they came into contact with her body, because the grease coming from her skin. Protected the metal from corrosion. The shackles were never removed and the slave felt the touch of the rough metal, its hardness and weight constantly.

She kept the rhythm of the paddling. Kept at the cost of the utmost effort of body and mind. It felt to her like hard sex with a strong and hardy man that wouldn't stop for hours. Her naked body flexed in a monotonous rhythm of reciprocating movements. As she brought the paddle forward, it touched her large, tender firm breasts just in the area of her nipples, squeezing them slightly.

Abrasions appeared on her feet, which were pressed into the bench. It hurt to push down, but she kept pushing down, no matter what. She was learning to work through the pain.

Through the pain and the shame. All the rowers on the boat were men, and even though they worked hard, they sometimes managed to glance at her. It was a look of brutal sexual lust, devoid of any respect or romance. Pure desire to brutally fuck this beautiful and already slightly trained body.

The throat was dry with thirst, but water was only distributed at certain times. It was impossible to ask: “Give me some water please”. You had to wait your turn.

The toilet was also on a schedule. Periodically, one of the slaves would go around the other slaves with a pot where they urinated and when the pot was full, he would pour its contents overboard. One had to wait for the round and one's turn and then urinate in the pot in front of all the male slaves, sailors and the slave owner.

Peeing on deck was not allowed and was also punished severely. The offender was simply not given water.

But the sun gradually began to set. And the sailor on the bow of the galley saw in the distance the island and the bridges of the wharf.

The frowning and tense captain exhaled with relief: "Bastards! Come on, row fast, there's still some time left, don't let me down or I'll whip you all to hell!"

The slave-girl and the other slaves rowed with renewed vigor, bringing the galley closer and closer to the dock.