Denise started to wake up very slowly.  Even before she opened her eyes, she could tell something was wrong, something was different.  Her head felt light and her neck was a bit sore – she was standing up!  She started to move back and forth slowly, even as her eyes were still shut, as if she couldn’t decide if she was still in some sort of dream.

She opened her eyes slightly, then shut them again.  Her arms felt tired, she could feel them above her head, held in place somehow.  As she swung her legs, she could feel that her ankles were restrained somehow, too.  She opened her eyes a bit more, then shut them, then opened them again.  She started looking around, unsure of where she was, and then, she looked up, to see her hands cuffed and attached to some sort of chain above her.

She shook her head back and forth; this wasn’t a dream! Her eyes widened with panic.  She looked up again, then down, then up, struggling in vain to pull her hands or her feet loose.  She started picking up her feet, stomping them, as she whimpered softly.  A look of complete confusion covered the teacher’s face as she struggled and looked around wildly.

Her panic only continued to grow as she looked up and down and struggled.  She felt something corset-like around her neck; she could see the black bra and buckled thong she was still wearing, as well as her black thigh high stockings and high heels.  In front of her, sitting on the floor maybe ten feet away, was a large cardboard box; it took her a minute to realize it was the same box that had been used to trap her earlier.

Her eyes widened even more as the Collector emerged from the shadows, walking towards her.  Suddenly, the events from earlier all came back to her.  “No,” Denise whimpered, “what do you want…what are you doing…let me go…”  Her expression was one of both panic and incredulousness as he walked behind her, running his hands all over her body.  She shook her head, cringing weakly as he ran his hands up and down her, from her outstretched arms down to and around her torso, not replying to her protests at all.

“Please,” she pleaded, as his hands went to her thong, “please don’t,” but in a matter of seconds he had unbuckled it and removed it.  Denise breathed faster, afraid of what he might do to her next; she felt helpless and vulnerable.  She couldn’t see him as he rolled up her undergarment and put it in his shirt pocket.  A moment later, she felt his hands around her abdomen again, this time wrapping something else around her.  Even though she’d never worn one before, she knew what it was: a corset.  He latched the top of it just below her chest, then he came around to the front of her and hooked the rest.

His hands adjusted it, then he came back around behind her, and started pulling the strings to tighten it.  As he did, she let out a shocked gasp each time.  It was squeezing her tighter each time he pulled and tightened it.  Her breathing became a bit more labored as well; her expression was still one of absolute shock and befuddlement.  Somehow, she knew there wasn’t any point in screaming, or trying to attack him, at least not in her current state.

It seemed like he was tying a million knots, but finally he was done.  His hands wandered over his work for a moment, then she felt them leave her again; when they returned, she could feel something else being tied around her lower torso, some kind of rope.  She felt him wrap it around a couple of times; and then, to her horror, he pulled it up between her legs from behind, and tied it again at the front.  Denise winced helplessly as the rope rubbed against her most sensitive region.

“Uunnhh,” she moaned, as he repeated it again, so that there were three layers of rope pulling there.  Then, his hands went upwards, to her D-cup breasts.  “No-ohh,” she moaned again, as he first massaged them, then unhooked the bra covering them.  Once they were free, his hands went back to caressing them, eliciting more and more gasps from the shocked brunette.

She shook her head in protest, even as her body was responding against her will. His fingers went to her nipples, pinching and squeezing them; he walked back around in front of her, and pulled out a chain with a small clip on each end.  Her eyes widened once more as he clipped one end to her left nipple, and the other end to her right, causing her to cry out in pain and surprise.  Her breathing became more intense, as she tried to deal with the strange, new sensations shooting throughout her bosom.

He took a step back, as if to admire his handiwork; then he went behind her again, his hands caressing her breasts, occasionally pulling at the chain a bit as he did.  Somehow, the fact that she couldn’t see him, caused her to feel more excitement – is was as if she’d been blindfolded.  The neck corset kept her from turning her head much at all, so there was no way she could see him.  

His right hand went up to her head suddenly, easing it back;  as she opened her mouth instinctively to protest, he slid a ball gag into it.  Her eyes widened again, as she moaned weakly into the gag; a moment later, he had buckled the strap behind her head, holding it securely in place.  “Mmmph!” Denise moaned, as she felt completely and utterly helpless.  Then, without a word, he turned and walked out, leaving her to moan and writhe in her current condition.

“Mmmm!” Denise groaned, when she realized he had left her there alone.  She kept struggling against her bonds; her eyes lit up when she saw him walk back in a few minutes later.  “Mmm!” she moaned again, and she watched as he knelt down next to her right ankle.  He was messing around with the chain on her ankle cuff; she was hopeful that he had decided to free her after all. Instead, he pulled her foot to the right, causing her legs to be spread even more, from the shoulder-length-apart they were to twice that wide.  Then, he re-tightened the chain, keeping her from pulling her feet closer together; he moved over and did the same to her left foot and chain.  Then, just as quickly as he returned, he left again.

Denise kept looking, hoping he would return; she didn’t like being left all alone, she didn’t like not knowing what was going to happen.  But he didn’t return, and she began to tire, even as her body was starting to grow accustomed to the nipple clamps and the corset and the rope.  Her head began to drop, and before she realized it, her eyes closed and she was asleep again.

When Denise awoke a bit later, she felt a bit different; first, she didn’t feel as shocked as the last time she woke up, and second, she was restrained a bit differently than before.  Her arms, instead of being above her head, were pulled behind her, her arms tied so she couldn’t bend them, and her wrists secured with another rope to the same chain above her head.  It kept her bent over, as opposed to standing straight up like before.  Her ankles were secured to some kind of spreader bar, and the nipple clamps were gone…she was wearing her bra again.  She was still gagged and corseted as before, as she moaned and waddled awkwardly around the room, looking for any sign of the Collector.  She so desperately wanted to be free of whatever was holding her there.

Finally, after what seemed like forever to her, he walked back in.  He walked around her, as her eyes followed him as much as the neck corset would allow.  His hands were all over her, checking her bonds, bending her up and down, feeling her swollen breasts.  Denise moaned weakly, and then to her surprise, he removed the gag.

“Why are you doing this?” Denise whimpered.  “What have I done? I don’t understand…”

He removed her neck corset.  “It’s not what you’ve done, it’s what you are going to do.”  His hand went to her chin as she stood behind her.  “Look at me.”  Denise resisted, and his grip on her chin tightened.  “Fine.  You want to play hard to get? I can help you with that,” and he placed another ball gag against her lips.

“No, please, don’t,” Denise begged, but he pushed the gag into her mouth anyway, and buckled it in place.  Then she felt the pinch of the nipple clamps as they once again found their mark.  His hands held her as she moaned and struggled.  “It’s only a matter of time, little one.” And he let her go, and walked away once again, leaving her to moan and struggle in silence.  

The next time Denise awoke, she found herself sitting; she quickly discovered that her crotch rope had been re-tied around the base of a swivel stool.  Her gag and nipple clamps were gone, but she was still bound like before.  She grunted and whimpered as she struggled in vain to get free; she turned to look as he re-entered the room.  He paused, then walked behind her, his hands roaming over her shoulders and exposed chest.

“Let me go,” Denise whimpered, her voice not as strong as before.  “Let me go, please, I don’t understand what I’ve done?”

“I told you, little one, it’s not what you’ve done, it’s what you’re going to do.” Denise gasped as his hands went to the sides of her breasts; there was some kind of bar above and below them, with long eye-bolts holding the two bars in place.  He began to tighten the screws, squeezing her breasts slowly between the bars.

“What do you want from me?”  Denise was breathing fast.

He tightened the screws more, causing her to moan in discomfort, as he squeezed her nipples.  “For starters, patience.  You haven’t quite learned that yet, have you?”  Denise shook her head as she watched him bring the red ball gag up in front of her face.

“No,” she whimpered, “you don’t have to gag me.  I’ll be quiet, I won’t scream.  I’ll be quiet, I won’t scream.”

“I know I don’t have to gag you,” the Collector replied matter-of-factly, as he pushed the gag to her lips, smiling as her mouth opened on its own; he pushed it in and secured it tightly.

“Mmmm,” Denise moaned weakly, as she felt his hands over her again.  His fingers were pinching her nipples; then they left, and she looked back and forth wildly, trying to figure out what he was doing next.  She watched as he screwed some kind of smaller bar to the front of the bar on top of her breasts; two clamps, one on each end of the smaller bar, were attached to her nipples, pulling them out and upward.

“Mmmm!” Denise moaned, her nipples on fire now, the feeling spreading throughout her entire chest, as the Collector left her alone once again.  She didn’t know how much more she could take; at least now she knew one thing he wanted – her patience.  Although she continued to moan and struggle, it didn’t quite have the same urgency as before.  She knew, somehow, that he was manipulating her mind through her body, and that he wasn’t going to stop until he had broken her completely, but she remained determined not to let that happen!

When she next awoke, she found herself back in a standing pose, although now she was in a corner of the room, and the rope was tied in front of her, from her crotch rope to the chain above her; her ankles and wrists were tied to something behind her, and she was gagged.  The exhausted but determined young teacher struggled as hard as she could, but the ropes held her fast in place.  The rope was even tied around her breasts now – the strange bars that were holding them before were gone, as were the nipple clamps.  Denise looked around as she moaned through her gag, wondering how long she would have to wait for the Collector to enter the room this time.

The continued struggling was tiring Denise out faster each time, though she wasn’t thinking about that; she was only desperate for her freedom, to be gone from this place, and back to her home.  After about ten minutes, the Collector walked in, and knelt in front of her, his hands caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples.  Denise moaned louder through her gag, but he didn’t pay her any heed as he continued.

As before, he removed her gag.  “Let me go,” Denise pleaded, “I’m a teacher, my school needs me…” She shook her head back and forth, struggling against the ropes holding her tightly in place.

“The school will hire another one.”  As before, the Collector’s tone was calm and unfeeling.  “I see you aren’t quite ready yet.  Oh well, this is only the beginning.” His hands roamed over her body as she squirmed.  Then, he reached down and retrieved yet another gag, this one with a leather cover, and pushed it into her mouth.  The leather part covered her face below her nose.

“Mmm!” Denise protested, though not as loudly as before; this gag was rather tight.  His hands ran through her hair and then back to her chest, squeezing and pinching as before.  “Mmm mmm!” the exhausted educator protested as she struggled weakly against the ropes holding her so securely in place.

“I am going to leave you again for now,” he said with a slight smile, watching her expression.  “But I’ll leave you with your friends, to keep you company.” And before Denise could wonder who or what he was talking about, he clamped the matching nipple clamps back onto her breasts, eliciting another moan from her.  He walked out of the room again, leaving her to suffer and squirm in silence.

This time, he didn’t return right away, leaving the struggling teacher to ponder her situation alone for a while.  The box was still sitting on the floor, in the same place it had been for hours; Denise still couldn’t believe that hours before, she had been lured inside of it and taken out of her classroom in it, without anyone knowing what had happened.  There had been no force involved; she had fallen into the box as she was leaning over it looking for the globe she thought was inside.  It has all been an elaborate ruse, planned by someone to capture her.  And now, she had been sold to this “Collector”, who only saw her as an object, an item, a piece of merchandise.  She still had no idea what he had planned to do with her, other than try to break her will somehow through all of this bondage.

Her breasts felt so swollen and sore; her arms hurt from being tied and pulled behind her for so long; her pussy burned from hours of contact with the crotch rope.  Denise was struggling still, both mentally and physically, but she was getting very, very tired.  There was a growing part of her mind that said it would be so much easier if she just surrendered to what he was doing, and stopped all this struggling; but she couldn’t, she just couldn’t, it wasn’t in her to give up.

Denise thought about some of the things he had said to her.  The other two girls that had come in with her…he had put them in ‘storage’.  What did he mean by that?  What did he mean about buyers coming in, were they about to be sold again, to someone else?  What did he mean when he said, ‘This is only the beginning’?  Denise couldn’t imagine being able to endure this kind of treatment for days, or weeks!

Finally, after over an hour of solitude, the Collector returned.  He untied the ropes that held her in the corner, while still keeping her wrists and arms and ankles tied together.  He removed the clamps from Denise’s swollen nipples, and then, carefully, he lifted the exhausted brunette over his right shoulder, and carried her out, into an adjoining room.

There was a bed there; he lay her down on top of it carefully.  Then, he took one of the ropes he had untied a few minutes before, and looped it around her neck – not tightly, just enough that she could feel the rope on her skin.  Then he tied the other end to one of the bedposts, and undid her gag.  He took another rope, and tied it around her ankle rope, and then to the opposite bedpost.

“There,” he said, “that should keep you there until morning.”

“Morning?” Denise groaned in surprise.  “How long are you going to keep me here?”

“As long as it suits my purposes,” the Collector replied matter-of-factly.  “You should save your strength, and try to get some sleep.  Perhaps tomorrow, you will wake up feeling a bit differently about things.  Or, not.”

Denise could do nothing but look up at him as she squirmed.  He truly seemed to have no feelings, no remorse, no sense that what he was doing was wrong.  She shuddered as she realized that she was completely at his whim, to do with her as he pleased.  He reached back down to her with a ball gag, and pushed it into her mouth.  Once it was secure, he turned, and walked out of the room, turning out the light as he left.  

As much as she had to try and process, her mind was so exhausted that Denise fell fast asleep in a few short minutes.

When Denise awoke the next morning, she discovered that she wasn’t in the bed anymore; she was back in a standing position, in the same room she had been held in the previous day.  There was a rope tied to her wrists; it ran up to the ceiling, around some kind of pulley, and then down around her left thigh.  When Denise tried to lower her arms, it pulled her left leg up into the air; when she pulled her leg back down, it yanked her arms up and over her head.  She was gagged, and there had been a bit of a wardrobe change; gone was the corset that had been around her waist and abdomen, as well as her black bra; in its place, she was wearing a dark red, lacy teddy, which only covered the undersides of her breasts.  She still had on her thigh high stockings and heels; and rope still held her wrists, and ankles, and breasts in place, as well as the rope that was wrapped back and forth around her waist and crotch.

“Uuhhh,” Denise groaned through the gag.  The effort in trying to keep either her arms or her leg down was already starting to wear her out.  Just when she thought she couldn’t take things any longer, the Collector walked into the room behind her.  She could hear his footsteps, and then, she felt his hands reaching around her, taking hold of her breasts, squeezing, pinching.

“So, little one, are we feeling any different today?” Denise shook her head back and forth no, even though she knew deep down it was a lie – she did feel different, but she couldn’t let him know that.  She had to keep resisting, even though his touch, his hands on her body, it all felt so good to her…it wasn’t as upsetting, or uncomfortable, or repulsive to her today, as it had been the day before.

“No?” he chuckled, as he attached a clothespin to each of her already swollen nipples.  “Well, it is all up to you, little one.  The sooner you accept what is happening, the sooner our little experiment will be over.”  And, without another word, he walked out of the room, leaving her all alone again.

Denise felt like she was stuck in the position she was in for hours; her arms and her leg were so tired, so sore.  She finally heard the footsteps behind her again; she felt the tension on the rope tied to her arms loosen a bit.  She relaxed a bit, but then felt something being slid underneath her – a chair.  As she sat down, she felt the tension in the rope returning.  Then, just as quickly as he had walked in, he left again.  ‘At least,’ she thought, ‘this isn’t quite so bad as standing.’ She dropped her arms, as her leg lifted out in front of her; she could hold this for awhile if she had to.  With all of her attention on the rope and her leg, she didn’t even feel the pain in her breasts from the clothespins anymore.

She closed her eyes, relaxing, as she flexed her left leg back and forth to keep it from getting stiff.  She started to lose track of time; she never even heard him return, and only knew he was there when his hands from behind began to massage her breasts.  For the first time, she didn’t protest at all.  He reached down to her nipples, carefully removing the clothespins, and then massaging her nipples and breasts together.  Still, she didn’t protest, or struggle, or squirm.  He removed the gag from her lips.

“That feels good, doesn’t it, little one?” he asked, as his hands returned to her chest.  She nodded weakly yes, her eyes fluttering softly.  She looked up, watching, as he re-gagged her, and then pulled out the chain with the nipple clamps on it, and re-attached it to her breasts.  Denise’s eyes closed, as she reveled in the sensations; her mind was too tired to fight it any more.  As he left the room, she began to moan and squirm, but it was a different sound now – not one of protest, but one of pleasure.  A few minutes later, her head bowed as she nodded off again for a few minutes.

Denise awoke to find herself on the bed; she was on her knees, her ankles tied around and against her thighs.  The rope was still tied to her wrists and up to the ceiling, keeping her in an upright position; her nipple clamps were gone.  Her arms were sore, and she wondered how long she’d been out, or when the Collector would return; her last question was answered, as he walked into the room in front of her.

He took a moment to look her over, and seemed pleased with what he saw.  He took the clothespins out, and again attached them to her nipples, watching her reaction; she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, without any sound of protest.  After a couple of minutes of touching her, he removed the clothespins, and reattached the chain with the nipple clamps.

“Mmm,” Denise moaned through her gag.  The sensations coursing through her chest were so wonderful now; her breasts felt so alive, so warm, so incredible, and the sensations were magnified every time his hands touched them.  She closed her eyes, as her mind drifted off to some magical place, her body rocking back and forth on her knees on the bed.  She was so lost in what she was feeling that she never knew it when unconsciousness enveloped her once again.

When Denise regained consciousness, she found herself on the bed still, but lying on it now.  Her wrists and ankles were tied to the four posts, her body spread-eagled on the bed.  She was gagged, but the clamps were gone.  She turned her head from side to side, taking in her new situation, as she looked for the Collector.  Then, as easily as she had opened her eyes, she closed them, squirming excitedly in her bonds, enjoying all of the sensations.

She opened her eyes as she heard him enter.  He walked over, and climbed up onto the bed next to her, one hand caressing her face, the other on her left breast.  Then, he took both hands and pinched her bare nipples, watching her reaction.  Satisfied with what he saw, he reached down to her face, and removed her gag.

“I want you…” Denise breathed, “to touch me…I want you to touch me…”

“Of course you do, little one.”  He smiled as he stood up, and took his phone from his pocket, dialing a number.  “Hi, this is the Collector.  The item I was telling you about? It’s ready.  The conditioning worked exactly as I told you it would.  Yes, fifty thousand is the price still.  Excellent, I will have it packaged and ready for you to pick up in one hour.”

He hung up the phone, and turned his attention back to Denise.  Slowly, carefully, he untied the ropes that held her in place.  Denise just lay there, her body craving his touch; every time his hand made contact with her in the process of untying her, she let out a satisfied whimper.  Even though she had heard every word he had said on the phone, her mind didn’t really register any of it.

Once he had completely untied all of the ropes, he pulled out his phone again.  “Anthony? I need one of the clear shipping bins in room 3 right away.  I have a buyer for D-34 on his way here now.  No, the larger one, with the clear lid.  Thanks.”  Denise just stared up at the ceiling blankly as he spoke, not making any attempt to move or do anything.

She still didn’t move as the other man walked in, rolling in a large clear plastic container on a hand truck.  She didn’t resist as they carefully picked her up, and lowered her body slowly down into the container.  She still wore her thigh highs and heels, as well as the red teddy that covered only her abdomen at this point.  The two men carefully arranged her so that her entire body was inside the container; as she looked up at them, the clear plastic lid, with ample holes, was placed on top.  Once the lid was on securely, they leaned the hand truck back, rolling it out of the room with its cargo aboard.

The men stopped as they entered a room that Denise didn’t recognize; it looked like a conference room, well decorated, with a platform in the center, maybe eighteen inches high.  The container, with Denise inside, was carried and placed on the platform by the Collector and his assistant.  Once they were satisfied that the container was in place, they took seats in the room, as they waited for the buyer to arrive.

There were a million thoughts trying to fight for attention in Denise’s mind.  Not much more than a day before, she had been a high school history teacher; now, she was an item, an object, a piece of merchandise.  She had been sold once for less than five thousand dollars, and was about to be sold again, for fifty thousand.  She had no idea who this buyer was, or what he would do with her once he had purchased her.  But all of these thoughts were unable to override the only thought that mattered to her now – the desire to be touched, to be admired, to be pleasing and to feel pleasure.  She sat in the container, her breathing shallow and easy, as she heard the door open, and a tall, well-dressed man walked in, carrying a briefcase.

The Collector stood to greet him, and the two men shook hands.  “It has been too long,” the man said.  “You’ve always been a pleasure to do business with; it is refreshing to deal with someone who is so professional in these matters.”

“Thanks,” the Collector replied, “and you as well, Mr. Pitt.  You have a discerning eye when it comes to specimens; I only hope I can continue to deliver quality product at a reasonable value.”

“You have yet to disappoint me, Collector,” Mr. Pitt remarked, as he took a step towards the container.  “Shall we see what you have for me this time?”

“Of course,” the Collector answered.  “Anthony, would you remove the lid, please?” His assistant stood up and easily lifted the lid off, as the two men stood next to the container, looking down at Denise inside.  She looked up into the man’s face; he was impossibly handsome, she thought.  A warm, peaceful feeling washed over her.

The man smiled down at her.  “Another perfect specimen.  Where do you find them? Are you hanging out at modeling shoots?”

“Far from it,” the Collector chuckled.  “My inventory comes from various places, but none of them have ever been models, yet.”  He paused.  “One of my suppliers acquired this one from the local high school.”

“A teacher?” Mr. Pitt was incredulous.  “I would have never thought!” He reached down inside the bin, and caressed her face and chest, causing Denise to moan in complete bliss.  “Amazing! I imagine it had a strong will.  How long did it take for you to break it?”

“Just about twenty-four hours.  I used a variety of bondage techniques.  As you can see, the breasts in particular are now extremely sensitive and will require almost constant stimulation.  I recorded it all on HD, if you would like, I can send you a copy when it’s been edited.  I’ll certainly be using it as a reference for this kind of specimen in the future.”

“I feel even better about my purchase, now that I know where it came from.  Surely the young men attending those classes were not properly able to keep their focus where it ought to be.  I’m sure the replacement they hire will be much better suited for the position.”  His hand squeezed her left breast, and then her right.  “A pair like this should be put to a much better use than that; they are in good hands now.  No pun intended.”

“If it meets with your approval, Mr. Pitt,” the Collector stated, “I’d like to get this transaction completed.  I have two more that came in with this one, that I have yet to properly process, and it is almost suppertime.”

“Of course, my good man.  Your time is valuable.  Here is the fifty thousand,” Mr. Pitt said as he handed the briefcase over to the Collector, who opened it and casually looked over the stacks of money inside before closing it.  “The other two, they came from the same place as this one?”


“I don’t believe so, no.  The way the supplier talked, this was the only one he acquired from there.  The other two are a blonde and a redhead – from my cursory inspection they are probably grade B, not as high quality as this one.”

“Yes,” Mr. Pitt agreed, “this one is a Grade A for sure.  I know it is worth what I’m paying for it.   It will make a fine addition to my personal collection.”

“Then we are done here,” the Collector replied, as he reached over to a nearby table and retrieved a handheld scanner.  “I just need to scan the item, so my inventory is correct,” and he scanned the small tag that still hung around Denise’s neck.  He punched a few numbers on the scanner, and a piece of paper came out of the bottom, which he handed to Mr. Pitt.  “Your receipt.  Anthony will help you load your purchase, if you would like to pull up to the loading dock around back.”

The two men shook hands, as the satisfied customer pocketed his receipt.  Anthony replaced the lid on top of the container, and loaded it back onto the hand truck, rolling it out of the room to the loading dock down the hall.  Inside, the former high school teacher breathed easily, as she accepted her fate, and drifted off yet again into a deep, happy slumber.

The End