Open House – Chapter 6

Excerpt: Potential buyers inspect gorgeous slave, test her oral skills and torture her large breasts.

“Hello again, gorgeous! Remember me?” Rayne waltzes in the room after Vanessa calms down.

Unamused by her energy, Vanessa looks away. 

“Was it that bad?” Rayne struts over and gives Vanessa’s melons a strong squeeze to demand acknowledgement.

“Mmph!”

“That’s much better. I’ve got some news! Mr. G has just put in an offer for you so if no one else offers more, you’ll be going home with him on the next auction day,” Rayne says as she loosens the bondage, cuffs up Vanessa’s wrists and ankles so she could only make small steps once free from the inspection bed, then removes the gag, “you won’t have to deal with this chaos for much longer.”

“What will happen then?”

“Then you’ll be in the hands of your new owner. Maybe he’ll let you visit once in a while to hang out with me for some maintenance,” Rayne cheekily winks.

Vanessa’s thoughts spiraled, realising that the worst might be yet to come.

“You look concerned… Don’t worry too much. He’s not too bad compared to others I’ve seen. Consider yourself lucky if you end up with him. Anyways, time to get dressed, lunch is in about half an hour.”

Rayne guides Vanessa to a narrow room with the dining table lined up along the mirror wall on the long side of the enclosure. The others were already seated in a row facing the mirror. Autumn spots her from a few chairs away and waves.

“Looks like our little pet has made a new friend already,” Rayne says, taking her over to sit next to Autumn and clips her hand cuffs under the table, “be good, I’ll see you later.” 

“I saved a spot for you. Are you okay?”

“He was a nightmare…” The girls chat and Vanessa proceeds to tell Autumn what happened, “…then Rayne just said he’s put in an offer for me.”

“Wow, already? Fingers crossed that he’s got a good side or hopefully someone nicer makes a better offer.”

“Sorry I’m rambling on, are you okay?”

“I’m recovering.. knowing that I’m not alone helps a little. Anyways…  you did find Mr. G kind of cute didn’t you? I saw the way you looked when you first saw him,” Autumn grinned suggestively.

Vanessa blushes, “maybe…”

The table in front opened up in the middle and a phallic object appeared.

“What now?” Vanessa sighed.

“There’s oatmeal inside!” a girl from the other end of the table exclaims before curiously inserting the rubber inside her mouth, “you have to use your lips to squeeze it out.”

“Here we go,” Autumn sucks up and down the rubber, “mmm not bad, it’s got maple syrup.”

Vanessa sucks the tip of the dispenser but nothing would come out until she went down on it to squeeze up with her lips. After the oatmeal on top was consumed, more were pushed up and appeared high enough for her to reach again.

“Someone’s got skills.”

“Autumn! I’m hungry.”

“I can see that too,” Autumn laughs.

After half an hour was up, the staff assigned to each prisoner takes them to their next destination.

“You looked so good going down on lunch. I had to send a clip to Mr. G and some other potential buyers,” Rayne tells Vanessa.

“Why did you do that?” (And how did you get a recording? Where were the cameras?)

“I want to make sure we make a good deal out of you with the best offer we can get. You should be grateful your family’s out of debt now because of us.”

Vanessa feels a heavy weight on her chest, remembering why she was here in the first place.

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Rayne guides Vanessa to a wooden post her height in the middle of the room. She dresses her up with two thin pieces of fabric that barely cover her chest and privates. Her arms were pulled back and strapped to the sides of the post, jutting her chest forward while her ankles were attached to a leg spreader to keep her entrance accessible.

“Don’t look so sad. The inspectors will be here in a few minutes and I’ll check on you every now and then. If you need to use the bathroom, just press this button at the back of the post and I’ll come help you out,” Rayne walks out the door behind her and leaves a vulnerable Vanessa open to any violation.

Vanessa looks around the room and sees a few couches arranged for an audience, a shelf with some toys and devices that didn’t look so friendly. A few moments later, the door swings open and a few people walk in. Two girls slump on the seat in front of her like they were getting ready to watch a show while a guy approaches her from behind, pulls her hair from the base to expose her neck. His other hand strokes a curl away from her face, traced a finger down her neck and around the outline of her breasts.

“Hello love,” he says, looking into Vanessa’s eyes, gloating over her helplessness, “not gonna say anything?”

Vanessa’s brief silence triggered his impatience, prompting him to squeeze her breasts roughly and rip her thin top off, exposing her double D-sized globes.

“What are you hiding here?” he asks as he squeezes from the base of her breast to her nipple in a milking motion.

Her moans have intrigued others who have now gathered to inspect her. She feels someone slip her flimsy skirt off her, exposing her bare bottom and shaved mound. Hands start to feel her up while the milker continues to grope her sore breast, evoking more screams out of her. 

“Oh this is cute,” someone says, holding a butt plug with a bunny tail on the other end. They lube the plug up and with it, circle her tight entrance to transfer some of the gel while her restricted hips wiggle as much as possible in an attempt to avoid the impending invasion.

“No no no, please, it’s the wrong hole,” Vanessa panics as the tip forces its way in her clenched orifice.

“Shhh.. stop moving, let her put it inside you,” her fondler pulled both her nipples forward to keep her still, “it looks like you’re not used to getting penetrated from behind yet sweetheart.”

The cold, cone-shaped metal widens her sphincter slowly, feeling bigger than it appeared. 

Someone from behind held a piece of cloth over Vanessa’s mouth to muffle her screams. Her teary eyes shot open, her head shakes to say no, objecting to everything being done to her, her body trembles from the penetrating pain and the fear of having her nipples pulled off. Her hole was forced to stretch unnaturally wide until it swallowed the entire plug, leaving a fluffy, bunny tail poking out.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?”

Uninterested by Vanessa’s new relatively calm state, a girl who was previously watching on the couch grabs onto the bunny tail, pumps it in and out to coax more reaction. Vanessa begs for her to stop but that only encourages her to continue.

Another guest grabs a wand looking device and places the small glass tip on Vanessa’s creamy breast. *ZAP*

“Ow! That stings.”

Her fondler went over to the shelf and found a rainbow colored dildo, each color an inch long. In the time he took a break from groping her jugs, a pair of hands had resumed his job feeling her up, allowing no rest for her aching melons.

“It was very arousing to see you going down earlier, especially when your eyes looked straight ahead. You’re going to show us what else you can do with that mouth of yours,” he rubs the red tip on her lips, “don’t worry if you don’t feel like it, I’m more than happy to provide some motivation,” he says as he zaps her with the electric wand, “I didn’t hear a ‘yes, Sir’,” he pulls her nipple to force her into submission.”

“Ow ow ow… yes, Sir.” 

“Open,” he had the tip pushed up against her lips, his grip on her nipple kept her pulled forward so she wasn’t able to withdraw from the threat. 

She opens her lips slightly right before the thick dildo is shoved in her mouth.

“You don’t look too eager,” *ZAP* he electrocutes the side of her soft breast.

“Owphh!!” She sucks harder to convince her audience in hopes of easing the torture.

“That’s much better.”

While the torment continued, other inspectors came in and out of the room. Some watched the show, others inspected closer, feeling her up. One of the guests took the initiative to rub her lonely clit, taking Vanessa’s mind elsewhere. She started to moan from pleasure that was growing inside until a shock on her thigh took her back. 

“Where did you go?” one of her tormentors asked, “you’re going to have to be more convincing than that.”

The tip of the wand traced the outline of her breast as a threat, activated whenever she takes a break from blowing. The wand was then spiraled to the centre of her breast until it was caressing her puffy areolas, keeping her on her toes, knowing her next shock will be painfully near her inflamed nipples. 

“MPHHH!” she screams as the shock was fired.

“That’s enough for now. Take a break,” he takes the dildo out. She catches her breath and gasps from the sharp sting. 

He grabs her breast tight to have her nipple stand up straight. With the tip of the electric wand, he flicks her engorged nub to keep her on edge. Not knowing if the next flick might be charged up compelled her to behave.

“Let’s play a little game shall we?” He takes the dildo out for her to see, “you’re going to suck all the way up to here until we can no longer see indigo. Every time you fail to reach it, these guys will zap your cute nipples.” 

(Indigo? That’s 6 inches. There’s no wayyy that’ll fit.)

He pulls her hair back and shoves the dildo in her mouth as far as he could until her gag reflex kicked in.

“You’re missing an inch sweetheart… would you like some encouragement?” *ZAP*

“Aamphh!”

He pushes the dildo in slowly to see how far off she was to her goal when she starts to gag near the end of blue.

“Oops, you failed again.”

*ZAP*

“Aaaghhh!! Please, I’m trying my hardest… I can’t take anymore…,” she says coughing and gagging.

“Look at how far you got,” he shows where her spit reached, “five inches went in with no problem, there’s not much left to go.”

He pulls her hair back and shoves the dildo back in her mouth, electrocuting her every time she pulls away before reaching six inches.

Upon noticing Vanessa pulling her body away to avoid the wands, the two flicking her nipples grabs a hold of each breast to stop them from swinging, pinning her vulnerable nipples standing proudly in place. 

The cold glass tips accurately flicks her tender nipples and overwhelms her senses. Her body writhes in agony feeling every torture inflicted, she cries from the burning feeling of her raw nipples being rubbed without mercy.

After many attempts and shocks of getting her to complete the challenge, he decides to switch tactics.

“It seems as if you’re purposefully refusing to fit this in your sweet mouth of yours. Perhaps you’re having too much fun and don’t want us to stop playing with you? I’m going to give you ten seconds to make indigo disappear, if you fail, we’ll leave the wands switched on directly on your sexy nipples until you win the game.” 

The countdown begins and Vanessa tries to fit as much as possible but still could not manage to deep throat the rubbery tip.

“… 8… 7… 6…”

“Nmmpphhh! Plghhh!…” Vanessa shakes her head frantically, begging for mercy with a thick dildo filling up the back of her mouth. As soon as the countdown finishes, her pointers will be electrocuted continuously until she gets an inch down her throat. 

“…3…2…1, time’s up doll face.”

The wands were activated to electrocute without rest and placed directly on her bright red tips. Agonizing screams filled the room for at least a minute before the dildo was taken out of her mouth to let her breath.

“PLEASE! STOP! I’M BEGGING YOU PLEEEASE!”

“Beg me to fuck your throat with it.”

“FUCK MY THROAT PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMPHHHH….!!”

The tormentor held Vanessa’s head firm and shoved the dildo in, deep throating her and leaving it in for a good five seconds before taking it out, making his victim cough and gag.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Fuck you!

“Watch your tongue little girl,” he says as he grabs her throat and chokes her, “we’ve been too kind to coat this with your spit before shoving it inside you,” he passes the dildo to a woman next to him who eagerly accepted the role before clipping on a ball gag onto Vanessa.

She pulls up a chair to sit directly in front of the tied up victim and begins sliding it in and out of Vanessa’s soaked pussy.

“Seems like she didn’t need it coated. Look how wet she is already!”

For a moment, Vanessa had forgotten where she was.

While one hand pumps the dildo in and out, she places her other hand on Vanessa’s shaved mound and rubs her clit with her thumb in a circular motion. Someone from the back decides to pull and push the bunny tail in and out of her.

*Zap!* A shock brings her back to the present after a few seconds of bliss.

“I prefer a slave to not have too much fun when serving her masters.”

He offers the electric wands to the closest two who curiously played around with the settings and tested them everywhere on her vulnerable body for the thrill of seeing her quiver and yelp. 

Minutes have passed and the stimulation on her clit and pumping in both of her holes have not stopped. Eventually Vanessa’s body blocks out the stings of the wands and unwillingly focuses on the show between her legs.

Her legs begin to shake and her moans fill the room, encouraging those stimulating her to increase the intensity. As soon as her orgasm ripped through her worn body, the electric wands found their place back directly on her nipples. Her screams from pain and pleasure filled the room and although she’s had enough after a few seconds, the torture was unrelenting on her overstimulated body. The pain came back in full force after her climax had passed. Her nipples felt like they were on fire while the rubbing on her clit pushed on her bladder.

(Oh my goodness, I need to go!)

Vanessa remembers to press the button behind the post to summon Rayne who took her time to return.

“Excuse me! Staff coming through,” Rayne arrives and takes the ball gag off Vanessa, “you summoned me my dear?”

“Please take me to the bathroom, I’m about to wet myself.”

Rayne takes a urination funnel from her bag and connects Vanessa to a see-through bottle.

“Attention everyone, I need to assist the model to do a number one, you’re all still welcome to watch. It’s all set, you can go now.”

“What? You can’t take me to the bathroom?”

“We don’t have time to untie and tie you back up again. And plus, it looks like everyone wants to see.”

“There’s no way!”

“You would have gone already if you really needed to go. It’s either this or you can just do it on the floor. I have a rug ready to clean up but it’ll be a lot easier if you do it in the bottle.”

Looking down humiliated, flushed cheeks, she fills the bottle as hands continue to pet her. 

“Good girl,” Rayne says while cleaning Vanessa’s folds with a portable bidet over a bucket, rubbing her swollen vulva squeaky clean, “I’ll come back for you in an hour and a half for your break.”

“Wait…”

Before Vanessa could get another word out, Rayne had left her again in the fondling hands of curious inspectors. 

“Hey, there’s another hot model next door on a wooden horse, let’s check it out!” one of the guests exclaims, taking him and his group out to make space for new inspectors to have their turn to examine the model.

A few new pairs of hands took their opportunity to get to know her luscious figure. Someone blindfolds her and tapes her mouth shut, allowing her to space out. The rest of the session felt like a blur as her body desensitised to the stimulation drowning her.

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“Thank you everyone for attending this inspection. We will have another model here in half an hour after our break. If you would like to make a purchase of any toys on display, you’re welcome to buy them at our gift shop near the entrance. While this session is finished, you are welcome to inspect other models in our open rooms. We will bring Vanessa out again after her break in the next room,” Rayne announces as she packs Vanessa up.

After the guests make their way out, Rayne takes the tape of Vanessa’s mouth.

“Oh baby girl, are you okay?” 

“What do you mean I’ll be brought out again after my break?”

“I’m taking you back to your room to refresh, then you’re up again in the room next door after the current model finishes her session.”

“But… I’m so sore all over, please don’t make me go through this again…”

“If only it were up to me, sorry babes, boss’ orders,” Rayne says as she wheels Vanessa back to her room.

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“Here are some snacks and juices. Enjoy your break. I’ll come back for you after I finish packing up the model you’re replacing.”

Rayne shuts the door. Vanessa checks the time to find out it’s only midday, she winces as she rubs her puffy nipples gently, inflamed from the abuse they had to endure.

(What have I gotten myself into?), Vanessa thinks to herself, (there has to be a way out…right?)

Vanessa goes through her refreshments while looking around her new room for clues to escape but feels more and more hopeless as she studies how secure the walls confined her.

Thank you for reading Chapter 6 of “The Underground” series.

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