The man seemed completely unaffected by the fact that he had three females bound, gagged, and hanging upside-down in his office, as he casually looked through his e-mails.  Denise was still struggling, but the ropes holding her were just too tight for her to loosen.  She tried to see what he was looking at on his laptop, but the angle wasn’t there.  She turned and watched the blonde and the redhead, who had both stopped struggling and were simply hanging there, dizzy, even though they hadn’t been upside-down for nearly as long as Denise had.

Her eyes widened, as she watched first the blonde, and then the redhead, pass out.  A minute after the redhead’s eyes had closed, the man finally got up from his chair, and walked over to survey his newest acquisitions to his ‘collection’.  Denise renewed her struggling in earnest, determined not to succumb as easily as the others.  The man smiled as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Anthony? This is The Collector.  I need two storage bins in here, stat.”  He hung up and walked over to the blonde, reaching up and carefully unhooking her from above, placing her body gently on the floor.  By the time he had repeated the same with the redhead, the door opened, and another man was wheeling in two blue plastic storage bins on a hand-cart.

Denise protested through her cleavegag as the two men packed the blonde into one of the storage bins, arranging her so she fit completely inside, and then secured the lid back on top.  Then they did the same with the redhead.  Denise was incredulous as she watched helplessly; they were treating these women as if they were nothing more than objects!  The men never spoke as they stacked one bin on top of the other, and then the bins were wheeled out as easily as they were rolled in.

The Collector waited until his employee had left, and then he turned his attention to Denise.  “A real tough one, aren’t you?” he smiled as he knelt before her and calmly took her head in his hands.

“Mmmm! Mmmmm!” Denise mumbled angrily, twisting back and forth.

He chuckled as his hands went around her head, undoing the knot holding her gag in place.  “What was that?” he asked, once her mouth was free to open again.

“What’s going on? What are you going to do with them? With me?” Denise yelled.

“I’d advise you to lower your tone, little one, or else I’ll slaughter you where you hang.”  He paused to let this sink in a moment.  “The other two that came in with you?  They’re going in storage for now, until I can properly check them in as new inventory.”

“New inventory?” she gasped.  “They’re women, not merchandise…!”

“Oh, but that is exactly what they are.  I purchased them, and you, the same way anyone would buy a car, or a vacuum cleaner, or a dishwasher.  I have some buyers coming in tomorrow, and with any luck, they’ll be sold at a tidy profit.”

“This is crazy!” Denise exclaimed, careful not to yell.  “You can’t just…buy and sell…people!”

“Can’t I?  You just witnessed the transaction yourself.  He sold you to me, which makes you my property, until I either sell you to someone else or dispose of you in another way.”

Denise gulped and struggled some more.  “I feel so dizzy…get me down from here…what are you going to do with me…”

“I imagine you must be dizzy.  I’m impressed that you haven’t passed out like the others…which makes you perfect for a little experiment I’ve been wanting to do.”

“Ex…periment?” Denise groaned weakly.

“Yes.  Some time back, I watched a video where a strong-willed female was completely broken, and the only thing the man really used was varying degrees of bondage.  I imagine a lot of it was created for the video, but I’ve been wondering if it would actually work…I just needed the perfect test subject.”

“No!” she spat as she started to twist furiously again.  “You’ll never break me…!  But, if you let me go right now,” she added, “I won’t call the police…”

“And what if I don’t let you go?” he replied.  “Trust me, I didn’t spend my hard-earned money just so I could let my merchandise walk out the door…Now, let’s see how much longer you can hold out before you do pass out.”  He stood up and took hold of her by the waist, pushing her body around in a circle a few times, and then let go, watching in delight as she started to spin back the other way.

“Uuunnnhhhh,” she groaned as the dizziness got more intense.  Her eyes fluttered wildly as he waited until she almost came to stop, then her spun her around again.  And again.  And again.  Try as she might, the spinning was taking its toll, and soon Denise was hanging onto consciousness by a thread.  

“Can’t…hold on…sooo…..dizzzyyyy…” she moaned, as he twirled her around, twice as much as the last time; and this time, as she spun back around, the strong-willed high school teacher finally passed out.

Denise was completely unaware of anything that happened next, as the Collector gently brought her down from the hook above and untied her completely.  Then, he picked up her body, laying it on the table, next to his laptop, her head on the edge nearest his chair, and her legs dangling over the front.  He then sat back down and typed in data with his left hand, as his right hand ‘inspected’ her motionless body.  He left her clothed, just as she was when she had arrived, as he took her measurements, and entered them into his laptop.

Once he had entered all of her information, he pressed a key on the laptop, and a sticker with a barcode was printed out, which he attached to a tag.  Then, he gently removed her blouse and skirt, folding them and setting them to the side, and he hung the tag around her neck.  He reached down into a box on the floor and retrieved two sets of black leather cuffs; one set he attached to her wrists, and the other to her ankles.  He then picked up the unconscious brunette and carried her over to the other side of the room, where some chains had been secured.  He attached a chain from the ceiling to each of her wrists, cranking them up until her heels were just sitting on the floor, so that the chains would hold her up, and then he attached a chain from each side wall to her ankles, to keep her feet spread just over shoulder width apart.  Once he was satisfied that she was adequately supported, he walked back to the table and picked up one more item, a neck corset, which he then attached around her neck, to help support her sleeping head.  She was now dressed only in her black bra and panties, her thigh high black stockings, and her 4” black heels.  

The Collector pulled his chair over in front of her, and sat down, watching and waiting for her to wake up…