Inspection – Chapter 5

Excerpt: An older man, a potential buyer, inspects a young, kidnapped girl and tortures her nipples.

*ZZZT ZZZT*

*Sigh*… Vanessa walks over to the clock installed in the bathroom wall and silences the unsettling ring. Between wanting to go back to sleep but not wanting to find out what the consequences were for being late, Vanessa groggily drags herself to shower and throws on her workout clothes. Zipping her bra from the front became an obvious challenge since her breasts were more swollen and tender from whatever was in the injection. 

As soon as 9am came around, a voice from a speaker announced: Please step outside and wait by your door. The door swings open slowly and Vanessa steps out. The door swings shut again after half a minute. Looking around, most made it out and were waiting like herself while a few seemed to be locked back inside, only tapping and muffled voices could be heard faintly, from panicked banging on the other side suppressed by the room’s sound proofing.

The speaker sounded again: Please walk over to the exit by following the lit up arrows on the wall.

Everyone on the floor followed the instructions to assemble at the allocated space and were met by six guards in uniform ready to escort about thirty new prisoners to where they needed to be.

“Hi everyone, my name is Yana,” says the guard in the middle, “we are in charge of your group today so you will follow any orders given by either myself or my colleagues. Please make three lines and follow me.”

The group got to the entrance of the gymnasium.

“Enter one line at a time.”

Vanessa’s line, closest to the door, enters first with Yanna and one of her colleagues while the rest wait outside for their turn. Inside is a narrow long room with chairs that lined the long side of the wall.

“Have a seat and place your arms on the arm rest.”

As soon as everyone took a seat and rested their arms, the staff pressed a button on a remote control and all the seats locked everyone in, buckling their wrists to the arm rest and ankles to the legs of the chairs. Sounds of agitation fill the room. 

“Quiet please. There’s nothing to be worried about. We just need to attach this device to each of you. It may hurt a little more than it should due to the injections you received yesterday,” Yana explains, unzipping the first girl’s sports bra, exposing her plump breasts, and clamps a small metal device that squeezes her nipples tightly, forcing a sharp yelp, followed by begging for it to be removed as soon as it latched on, “once it’s on, you won’t be able to get it off until you’ve completed your workout. The clamp will only get tighter if you try to remove it. On the bright side, it won’t bother you too much after you get accustomed.”

The poor girl went hysterical after knowing there was no way out, stirring more anxiety in her fellow inmates, rewarding her with a gag in her mouth.

“Much better. If you can’t control yourselves, we will help you with that. Now, you may be wondering why we’re applying these clamps on you,” Yana continues explaining, takes the remote from her colleague and aims it at the gagged helpless girl, “these aren’t just regular clamps,” she presses a button and the girl starts screaming through her gag, “they also electrocute to encourage compliance.”

Yana and her colleague got to work unzipping and clamping the rest of the unwilling participants. Vanessa flinches from how bruised her breasts feel as Yanna roughly unzips her top. The clamps open, Vanessa tenses, all she wanted to do was fight and run away but being held down didn’t give her much option. The crushing zigzags bit into her tender buttons, the cold metal made her nips swell in size, pushing for more space but obtaining less instead.

Once everyone has their tender nipples clamped, the staff scans everyone’s microchip in their shoulders.

“Your microchip will let me know how many calories you burn. To have your clamps taken off, you will need to burn at least three hundred calories, so it’s up to you how quickly you want them removed. We’re going to let you free from the chair and you’re all going to walk out that door to the gymnasium. Feel free to choose your own workout.”

The chairs unbuckle their hostages and they walk into the next room while carefully zipping back up their tops, adding to the effects of the clamps that intensify from extra pressure. Inside looked like a regular gym with cardio and weight machines. Some went straight for the treadmills and rows, aiming to get their calories up as quickly as possible, some were gym bunnies who went straight for the weights.

“Hey! It’s Vanessa right?”

“Oh my goodness! Autumn? I almost didn’t recognise you.”

“The mirror yesterday didn’t exactly give you a clear representation of me. I thought it would be easier for me to recognise you from your long curls. How are you doing?”

“I’m okay I guess besides the clamps making my head spin.”

“Let’s jump on the bikes then. Get this over and done with.”

As time went by, the ache numbed to an unnoticeable background as the girls chatted. Once the rest of the group were transferred to the gymnasium, other people started coming in who appeared to consist of a tour guide showing a group of three to four people the room and the products in the room.

One of the people in the tour group caught Vanessa’s eye.

“Which lucky guy has your attention?” Autumn teases, seeing Vanessa’s gaze froze on a man in a suit and sunglasses.

“He seems… familiar,” Vanessa says. (Could it be? The mysterious guy who’s always at the corner of the coffee shop? It can’t be… He has that same strange watch but he looks so much more groomed and wealthy. Why is he here? Is he part of this unhinged reality?) She tries to shrug away the eerie feeling creeping up her spine.

“Look away, I think he’s walking towards you,” Autumn warns.

“Have we met?” the man asks.  

“No, I don’t think we have,” Vanessa looks down, attempting to hide her face in case he notices her from the cafe. She keeps pedaling on the bike to show her disinterest.

He grabs her chin and tilts up to face him so he could study her features. Vanessa couldn’t help blushing.

“You’re right… we haven’t,” he says in an unconvincing tone.

Yana walks up to them after noticing their encounter.

“Let Mr. Giordano have a good look at you Miss Swan. Stand here please,” Yana instructs.

“But…”

Before Vanessa could have another word, Yana presses the button on the remote to electrocute her clamped nipples. Vanessa screams and clutches her breasts to soothe the sting.

“Stop wasting time. Stand here and let our client have a good look at you.”

Vanessa steps off the bike reluctantly but quickly to avoid any more unnecessary punishments, looking down with her arms covering her chest, feeling ashamed as her nipples protrude proudly through thin material that barely covers her.

His hands ran through her thick long curls, tucking any loose strands behind her ears. He pins both her wrists behind her, arching her back and with his other hand, traces her jaw, rubs down her neck, taking his time to examine her soft breasts and firm behind.

“I’d like to inspect her.”

“Will 10:30 do?”

“Yes. I’ll need half an hour with her.”

“She’s all yours then,” Yana confirms with him and makes a phone call to arrange the inspection.

The discussion sent shivers down Vanessa’s spine. (How is this okay? Is this my new normal until someone takes me home? What will happen then?)

“Looks like someone got the hots for you baby girl,” Autumn breaks Vanessa’s trance.

“Autumn! I’m not so sure if that’s a good thing. Did you hear all that? Like… what just happened?”

“I think you’re right, but I’d rather stay positive than break down. Seems to me that they’re trying to sell us off to some entitled, rich creep, but… it does help when they’re kind of good looking…”

“He ran his hands all over me like I was just some property.”

“I hate to break it to you but I think we are at this point.”

Vanessa’s nose crinkled from hearing Autumn confirm, then goes on, “then Yana’s going to let him ‘inspect’ me at 10:30, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I guess you’ll find out very soon.”

A few more tours were held and others had their pick of who they would like to inspect while the pets tried to get their workout done.

*Ding* Yana’s phone would alert her whenever someone has achieved their workout goal and call them back in the room they entered from.

“Vanessa, you still have about 80 more calories to go but your inspection is in 15 minutes. I’ll need to let you off early so we can get you ready, but you will need to keep the clamps on since Mr. Giordano requests for himself to take them off you.” Vanessa’s heart sank to her stomach. The crushing discomfort was already eating her away, and to think about how painful it will be when the blood comes rushing back in her flat nubs, her vulnerable body at his mercy.

“Good luck girlie. I hope he’s nicer than he looks for your sake,” Autumn says, crossing her fingers. 

“Thanks… I’ll see you around,” Vanessa says as she follows one of the guards leading her to the preparation room.

Vanessa was undressed and showered quickly. The guard gave her a towel to dry herself off and took her to a room with an inspection bed in the middle, a padded table with straps to hold an unwilling inspectee down.

“Lie on the bed.”

“What’s going to happen?”

*ZAP*

“Ow!”

“Less talking and more following orders. Mr. G will be here in a few minutes and would like to see you strapped up.”

Vanessa slowly lies on the bed nervously and the impatient guard rushes to bind her up, wrists over her head and legs hanging on each side of the bed strapped by her ankles.

Once she’s done, the guard covers Vanessa with the towel and leaves her with no chance to escape what tortures lie ahead.

The door slams shut. Being alone and tightly bound offers her a strong sense of vulnerability, encouraging her creative thoughts to anticipate the worst. *Beep.* The door opens and Mr. Giordano walks in calmly while Vanessa’s pulse beats faster and harder.

“Hello Miss Swan, it’s so nice to have a chance to be with you alone,” he says approaching her, bringing a chair over to sit behind her head.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asks nervously.

“I just want to get to know you better, inside and out… I must confess that I have a very niche taste in women and so far you somehow tick every box. When I was notified of the new arrivals, you piqued my interest so I had to come see you. I do have a few questions I need to ask. Do you know why you ended up here?”

(It’s definitely the guy from the coffee shop. There’s no way he doesn’t recognise me.) Vanessa’s mind races and her cheeks flush pink as he strokes her face, examining her.

“Um…” she tries to swallow her fear, wondering what he would do if she didn’t comply, “from what I gather, my dad couldn’t pay off his loan so I was taken as collateral… I think…”

“That doesn’t sound fair. What would you be doing if you weren’t here?” his hands creep down to massage the top of her chest gently in circular motion, moving her soft large jugs in slow waves.

“I’d be studying and working like any average person my age,” Vanessa answers uncomfortably. It felt strange to have an innocent conversation while being touched against her will.

“Did you like what you were doing?”

“I needed to work to pay my college fees and help my parents with their bills, but my goal was to be some sort of psychologist after I finished studying.”

“Would you like to keep studying?”

“I’m not sure if that’s a choice I currently have.”

“Sweetheart, you’re a dream I wanted for a very long time, and now here you are at my mercy,” he says, taking his time to pull the towel off her, the friction on her pointed clamped nipples made her gasp, “was that too intense already? Look at how gorgeous you are,” his hands made their way to grab her large mounds from the side, a soft squeeze added more pressure to her clamped nubs, rewarding him with begging cries.

“Would you like me to take them off?”

He rubs the tips of her crushed nipples, sending her into a violent shiver.

“No no no, please stop!” she begs, her tips feel like they were on fire.

“You want me to keep these on?” he says, gently tapping her red nubs with his fingers as she bucks from waves of pain.

“No, please stop hurting me,” she starts to tear up.

“You need to specify what you want, little girl.” 

He tugs on both clamps, increasing the pressure which forces more screams out of her.

“Take them off, please, please, please!” she screams with tears in her eyes while he tugs a few more times mercilessly.

“How does the fear in your eyes add to your beauty? I need to have you. Mark my words. I will have you,” he releases her aching nubs from the clamps, enjoying her cries of pain as the blood comes rushing back in, “let me help,” he pinches her vertically flattened nipples horizontally to force them back to their natural shape.

“Stop! No! Please stop! ” she cries and convulses from agony.

It didn’t matter how much she begged. He squeezed tightly until her screams calmed to sobs.

“That’s much better isn’t it. Oh sweetie,” he wipes a tear off her innocent face, “don’t worry too much, I promise you’ll get used to me.”

The way he speaks churned her stomach. He knew what he wanted and will get what he wants, including making her his, to do whatever he wants with her gorgeous, feminine body.

He walks over to the middle of the table and cups her perfectly shaped milk jugs, fondles them and notices her wincing.

“I don’t want to go too hard on you while you’re still recovering from the injections, but I do love seeing that little frown when it hurts,” he says with hungry eyes, as if her pain fed a need inside, “another question I have for you is, given that you weren’t taken to the Underground, where do you see yourself in ten years?”

Being interviewed while being felt up by a complete stranger was something she never thought was in her cards. Pausing to think while being distracted from the groping, she tries to manage her breath to not express any signs of arousal even though he was starting to get to her.

“Um…” she swallows awkwardly, “I don’t think I can answer that.”

“Do we need some motivation?” he says, holding the nipple clamps.

“No wait, um…I’d have my own practice as a therapist…”

“And what about having your own family one day,” he asks while circling the clamp around her nipple, feeling her tense up.

“My boyfriend just broke up with me so it’s not something I’m thinking about…”

“How many children do you want?”

(Why are all these questions so personal…) she thought, “I don’t know…”

“Try again,” he says, opening the clamps close to her inflamed nubs.

“…however many he wanted…”

“How submissive… What do you like to do in your free time?”

“I liked spending time with my mom. We usually just cook or watch netflix. Besides that I guess… listening to music, working out and reading, the usual.”

“There’s nothing usual about you my dear,” he says, caressing her sweet face, “thank you for cooperating. I take it that you would like to keep studying if that was an option. Leave it with me.” 

(What is he on about?) 

“Have you got any questions for me?” he asks.

(What do you mean to leave it with you? Who are you? Why are you here? Were you stalking me?)

As curious as she was about him not bringing up how he recognises her from the cafe after months of exchanging smiles, she didn’t want to entertain the insanity further so her thoughts remained as thoughts.

“No…”

“You have a way of saying that word,” he opens the clamp and brushes over her nipple, making her aware of what he was about to do.

“No no no! I’ll be good! Please don’t!”

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart, you’re so good.”

He slowly presses the clamp down as she screams and begs.

“I’ll leave the left one off, but you may beg for me to put it back on you when you want me to stop playing with it for half of the time we have left,” he starts tugging on the unclamped nub, watching her squirm in panic like prey in his claws, “there’s twenty minutes left, so if you ask for it now, I’ll leave your sweet buttons alone for ten.”

“Please stop, it’s too much, please…,” Vanessa desperately begs.

“There is another option,” he rolls her sore nipple between his finger and ring, increasing the pressure with the hard surface of the titanium band.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please clamp my nipple…” she requests, unable to bear the crushing pain.

“Sir, you will address me as Sir next time,” he says leaning closer to her face while pulling her poor nub away from her.

“Yes, Sir, please!” she screams, arching her back to ease the tension.

“Good girl,” he grabs the clamp and lets it snap shut on her abused button forcing out a gut wrenching scream that he quickly mutes into a whimper by covering her mouth. Her shudders went on until her body started to get used to the pain, “that’s much better isn’t it. Those tears add sparkles to your eyes, you should wear them more often.” 

He walks over to her middle as she gasps for air, tracing down her hourglass figure, squeezing her hips, fingers digging into her firm behind. His hands explore her toned legs, creeping up to her soft inner thighs, finding that she’s dripping from between her legs.

“What do we have here?” he dips his finger into her tight hole that squeezed tighter as it senses an intruder, “is someone all riled up? Does my little girl want to be filled?”

Vanessa’s cheeks flushed pink, it wouldn’t matter if she tried to appear disinterested to discourage him from playing with her, it was clear that her body craved for what he was providing.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” he notices her blush, “but… I do like how you’re suppressing reactions. It makes every one that escapes you more authentic.”

He enters another finger into her soaked cavity, one being already double the size of her own slender fingers, two of his were too much.

“Ow, that’s too big…” 

“Sweetie… that’s only two fingers.”

He continues to force the two fingers in, stretching her while enjoying her struggles.

“I heard that you had a lot of fun yesterday so I wasn’t expecting you to be so needy today, but here we are,” he continues fingering her, feeling her soft internal walls squeeze his fingers at every pump, “something tells me that you’re so bottled up or maybe.. you love what I’m doing to you. It’s always so nice to find a pet so desperate after being punished. Is this what my baby girl needs?”

She shakes her head as if to say no but her body was asking for the opposite, her hips naturally grinded in time with his hands to beg for more.

“You’re safe with me sweetheart,” he says hypnotizingly, his thumb finds its way to her clit to give her a gentle rub, and sends her eyes rolling back into her head, “you can let go, I’ll make sure all your needs are met.”

Her guards had dropped and for a while, her mind slipped into nirvana. What was happening, who she was with, where she was, what was being done to her didn’t matter as she floated away into temporary oblivion. 

Any shame she had for wanting a stranger to touch her so intimately was justified by having no say, and it felt too good to have her flower massaged inside and out. 

“Would you like me to keep going?” he asks, noticing her unfiltered moans and legs shaking, “I’ll stop right now if you want me to.”

The shame she had suppressed kicked back in, even though she was bound and helpless, she’s now offered an opportunity to reject pleasure but was at the point of no return, the orgasm built inside was about to burst and she needed the release. She gave a small nod, embarrassed that she’s admitting to wanting his touch.

“Was that a nod?”

“Yes, Sir…”

“What do you want, baby girl? You need to use your words if you want this.”

“I want you to finish me please…” her voice wavered from both shame and arousal.

“Anything for you princess.”

His fingers curled to massage her g-spot while his thumb stimulated her clit, prompting her to tense up from how sensitive it made her feel. It didn’t take long for her to climax, shaking and screaming while he calmly pets her kitten, in full control of her.

“Sweetie… that was so beautiful, you really needed that,” he says while still rubbing her sensitive clit.

“You can stop now… please…” her legs reflexly shake from overstimulation.

“I could, but seeing you look worried and squirming like this is a lot more entertaining,” he says looking into her eyes right before she looks away embarrassed, “don’t be shy sweetheart, that was such a beautiful sight to experience. I must have you.”

An alarm rang from his watch. 

“Looks like the half time I promised is over. I have ten more minutes to play with you before I have business to attend to.”

He takes a seat just behind her head again and puts a gag on her.

“You’re allowed to scream as much as you want for this next bit,” he says, her eyes widened with fear, “it’s okay to be scared, you’ll get used to it one day.”

His hands grabbed her plump breasts and gave them a good squeeze before shaking them up and down in a flicking motion like someone shaking their hands to get water off, except instead of water, they were metal clamps that bit hard into the slave’s tender flesh. The tight clamps jingled, tugging on her little squashed grapes that had turned dark red from the lack of blood flow. Her young squirming body writhing in pain entices him to keep tormenting her.

Her muffled screams filled the room, her whole body trembled and pulled against the bondage for the duration of him shaking her jugs unapologetically, ignoring her non verbal protests.

“Looks like they’re not coming off,” he gives her a few seconds of peace before lightly tapping her sore nipples with a finger. The pressure of the clamps amplified each tap, making it feel like they would burst, he kisses her forehead gently every now and then as he torments her poor helpless form. His taps turned into light slaps, aiming for her sore tips, each impact shook her core, forcing out desperate cries for mercy which only encouraged him to continue abusing her soft melons.

“Has anyone ever told you that your breasts have a very nice shape? They look so good when they move,” he says as he slaps them roughly to see them ripple,” I wouldn’t be playing with you like this if you weren’t such a work of art.” 

(Stop… please… it’s too much, I can’t take it anymore… stop… Please stop hurting me…)

*Ding*

“You’ve done so well,” he takes the clamps off her, coaxing out a few more cries, “I have to leave you here for now, but I look forward to seeing you again soon.”

Mr. Giordano kisses Vanessa on the cheek, “see you next time Miss Swan,” he leaves the room, leaving her bound, gagged and panting, fighting the sting from the blood rushing back into her flattened gumdrops.

Thank you for reading Chapter 5 of “The Underground” series.

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