Gina loved being a mistress. She had been offered the 19-year-old as her slave after the brutal whipping left the girl unconscious. She had accepted, having her placed in heavy chains, then led her over to the Port-a-Potties. After finding an available one, she forced the girl to kneel down in the position. The heavy rubber straps encircled her body, locking it into immobility. She loved the panicked look the girl had on her face as she realized what she was about to become. With a devilish grin, Gina made sure the string to the bell was disabled discreetly. New tears sprang from the young girl's eyes as she realized Gina's plan. Without the string to ring the bell, she could not end the ordeal. Gina caressed her body as she sat at the bottom of the toilet, chained into immobility. Twisting her nipple hard she whispered, "Welcome to your real punishment, slave. I'll be back for you in a few hours." With that she released her nipple and fitted the basin funnel into position. Rubber blocks fit between her teeth, forcing her mouth to hold open wide. A rubber and steel strap fit over her open mouth. The base of the funnel clicked into position, adjusted perfectly to deposit waste onto the girl's tongue. The rubber strap connected to the funnel, sealing its edges to prevent any escape. To test the theory, Gina unzipped her catsuit and squatted over the basin. She could see between her legs as her urine swirled down the clear plastic and into her new slave's mouth. She could hear faint choking but the straps allowed for no motion. With no where to go, the girl was forced to swallow the piss, or leave it on her tongue. Gina watched and after a moment she could see the girl's throat work. She zipped up again and waved to her tortured property. Slipping out of the potty. As she exited, she held the door open for an anxious man, clutching his crotch.

The debt slaves were actively on display now. Their chained and blindfolded bodies were being prodded and poked by various prospective buyers. Cindy couldn't stand to feel these faceless strangers touching her, squeezing her breasts, pinching a nipple. Several had forced their fingers deep into her pussy, testing her tightness, no doubt. She had finally gotten over her panic but now dreaded her fate in the next few hours. She knew she would be sold to some horrible master, or even mistress, who might or might not let her work off her debt then release her. She could tell by the many hands that these owners were not playing a game, but rather taking the selection process much more serious.

As Gina walked away from the toilet, she pulled out the card the attendant had given her. She was getting tired and her feet, unaccustomed to high heels, were ready for a rest. Making her way across the room, she caught sight of the stage and the preparations being made for the auction. On a whim, Gina decided to swing by and see what might be had for the roll of fake money she had in her pocket. As she walked by the bound and blindfolded subjects, she caught sight of something familiar. A card pinned on a pole above a blonde with large breasts was the name Cindy. Gina was shocked to see her friend bound on her knees as a slave for sale. She could see that her nipples had met with some serious torture recently. Perhaps she had done poorly at the games. She smiled at the evil thought that was formulating in her head. She could buy Cindy for Monica and herself. The idea of having Cindy's big breasts to punish, or of forcing Cindy to suck her clit was almost too much for Gina to stand. She knew her friend couldn't see her so she took the chance to run her rubber-covered hands across her friend's form. Cindy gasped when the cool latex touched her breasts. Gina felt her friend's skin, pushing up on her 38D breasts to feel their weight. Suddenly she grabbed her left nipple and pulled up hard. With a quick twist she dropped the breast back. Sliding her hand down Cindy's stomach, she slipped two fingers deep into her friend's shaved pussy. Then she moved being her and placed her fingers against Cindy's asshole, forcing them in harshly. Gina was wet from the idea of dominating her friend. She pulled out her fingers and quickly removed Cindy's gag. Before she could respond, Gina shoved her fingers into Cindy's mouth, forcing her to suck them clean, then replaced the gag. For fun, she forced the ball even deeper into her mouth and lashed the strap on tighter. As she walked away she smiled.

Monica sat again on her knees beside her master. She had been rebound with her wrist and elbows touching behind her. She could see out of the corner of her eye the results of her victory. The redheaded slave was in pain as she struggled to stay upright on the huge dildo pole stuck up her ass. All the men had taken turns whipping her tits once she was in place, then her master had fed fishhooks through her nipples. Attaching a thin cable to them, it had been fed up through a pulley and back down to her tongue ring. Her only support was the tension between the harsh hooks embedded in her nipples and the strain on her tongue. Her body was a wash of red welts from the brutal whipping. Monica felt bad for causing the girl so much pain, but knew she would never be able to stand the torture the young girl was experiencing. Worse yet, Monica could now see the depths at which her master and his friends played. She had not believed it could get much worse, once the pain of her new piercings had subsided somewhat. Now she was fearful of the future ahead of her.

As the game got under way once more, the door slid open to allow in a new player. She knew she would be punished if she raised her head to look, but Monica could tell it was someone unusual. She watched out of the corner of her eye as two latex clad legs on towering heels sauntered by. The men were quite gracious, holding the mistress's chair for her. Monica could hear the woman's voice now. It sounded strangely familiar, but with a sense of control and dominance that sounded out of place. She knew she had to wait for an opportunity to catch sight of this mysterious woman.

"You just missed the entertainment, madam," Monica's master said. "My slave and that one over there put on quite a show."

"I can see who the loser is," Gina commented. She hid her shock at the tortured young girl. It only took a moment before the sight of her on the pole made her wet again. "But I'm interested in poker."

"Well, you've come to the right place." The cards were dealt and the game begun. For an hour the game and talk bantered back and forth. Gina again proved to be a winner, raking in her share of the pot. Conversation began to wander to other, more interesting topics.

"Madam, I am surprised to see you without a slave tonight," one of the older men commented. "I do have a slave here tonight, but she is doing her duty at the toilets right now," Gina said. She looked at her newly dealt cards. A possible straight with face cards. She put in $5,000 to start the bidding. Two others folded at that move but the other three stayed in.

"Please forgive the questions of an old man," he apologized, raising her bid by $1,500. "Does she enjoy being a toilet?"

"I did't ask," Gina smiled, matching the raises and asking for two cards. " She's only 19. She was a gate crasher that was captured. I'm sure she expected to find a concert or something. I don't think she is enjoying herself!" The room laughed at the thought. Monica grimaced at the idea of a young girl being used as a toilet against her will. Gina glanced at her new cards and was secretly pleased. She had gotten her straight. She bet another $5,000. One man folded but Monica's master raised again. Another $3,500. Gina was sure he was bluffing and raised him again. Another man folded, "Too rich for me," leaving Gina and Monica's master.

"Let's make this more interesting, what do you say," he asked.

"What do you have in mind?"

"If I win, you become my slave for a week," he offered, a sly smile on his face.

"And if I win?"

"You can have my slavegirl." Gina glanced down at her cards and back up.

"Agreed. Call." The man laid his cards down, face up, showing a straight as well, Jack high. Gina laid her cards down on his. "King high," she said blandly. The room broke into applause as the others congratulated Gina. Gina pulled in her cash, estimating she had close to $100,000 now. As she organized her money, she felt a tap on her shoulder. The man held out a chain leash. At the end of it a young girl sat on her knees, face down.

"I believe this is yours." Gina nodded and took the chain. She reached down and lifted the slave's chin. Gina was shocked to find Monica. She was amazed at the change she had undergone in the few short hours since they had been betting at the table. She was heavily pierced, and chained, in a wide collar that seemed riveted on her neck. But more than that, Monica's entire personality had changed. No longer the confident soon-to-be-model, she now looked the role of a true submissive. Even her position was correct; knees apart to show her newly shaved pussy and a shiny ring through her clit, back straight, chin down, ankles crossed. Gina was glad she was wearing her cat mask. She quickly dropped the slave's chin. As if timed, an announcement came over the speaker system, announcing the impending auction. Gina took the chance and excused herself. She watched as Monica struggled onto her toes shoes, admiring how beautiful her friend's body looked with the shiny rings adorning her body, then yanked on the leash and headed for the door.

The auction was packed but Gina was ushered to special seating at the front of the audience. She loved the looks she got as people admired her body and that of her slave's. She was flushed with excitement. She had never imagined the night might end this way, with one of her beautiful friends behind her on a leash and another just waiting to be purchased. She was excited to own Monica for awhile but was more excited at the chance to get back at Cindy for so many years of being treated as a second class citizen. She was just now thinking through the ramifications of what had happened. She would now take advantage of her family money. First she would lease a large house on the outskirts of town, then equip it with a wide selection of dungeon equipment. She was wet again just thinking about the prospects of owning and keeping her friends as slaves. It was all a dream to her, but one that she didn't want to wake up from. As she sat in the chair, she noticed it was strangely equipped with a hole in the center of the pad and a space underneath.

"If I may suggest, mistress," the attendant suggested, motioning to Monica. Gina glanced down the row to another mistress a few seats away and could see how her slave had been "installed" under the chair in a position to service her. Gina smiled at the thought of forcing Monica to suck her pussy while she purchased their friend Cindy as a slave. She nodded to the man and he set about strapping Monica into place.

The crowd gathered quickly to see the sale. They could just see the slaves bound off stage, waiting to be led onto stage for sale. Blindfolds had been removed though ball gags and arm bondage still remained. Each had a leash connected to their collars and an attendant waiting to lead them center stage. Monica could not see Cindy in the long line, but the end disappeared far behind stage. There must have been 20 slaves, mostly female, being sold tonight. The attendant beside her tapped her shoulder and offered her seat again. Gina looked down to see Monaco's face fit perfectly through the hole in the pad. Rather than having to reach with her tongue, her mouth actually stuck up above the pad. Gina unzipped the lower zipper of her catsuit and aimed her wet pussy onto Monica's waiting mouth. As she got comfortable, she was handed a short paddle. She looked down to see Monica's pussy held wide open by a spreader bar between her knees. Her ankles had been bound back to her thighs, giving her full access to the newly shaved crotch of her friend.

"For encouragement," the attendant smiled and said, then walked off. Gina shivered again with excitement. She could feel Monica halfheartedly licking her wet pussy so she gave her pussy a sharp crack with the strap. She could hear Monica grunt beneath her then redouble her efforts with her tongue. Gina smiled and sat further down on her captive friend's mouth.

The auction seemed to last hours. By the time Cindy was marched on stage, Gina had seen at least 12 slaves, all of which had been purchased for an average price of $30,000. At the same time, Monica had brought Gina to orgasm at least five times. Each time, Monica tried to stop but the strap ensured she continue. Now Gina slouched in her seat, pushing her asshole onto Monica's tongue, encouraging her friend to push her tongue deep in her anus.

Gina had been tempted twice to purchase another slave. She certainly had enough money and the two slaves were very enticing. The first was a girl seemingly only 16 years old. A shaved pussy and pigtails added to the feeling of youth. But it was the bobby socks and schoolgirl outfit that inspired her to thoughts of ownership. She was excited about owning slaves and thought that a young one might be fun to train. But she passed after a moment of thought. Reality came crashing down on her to a degree. She realized if she were to really keep Monica and Cindy as her slaves, she would have her hands full anyway. She turned to look through the crowd for a moment, catching sight of Monica¡¯s old master. She would have to exchange numbers with the handsome man before the night was through. She needed both his experience and strength to properly break the two girls.

Cindy brought about the highest bidding. Her slim waist, athletic form and large breasts seemed to interest quite a number of bidders. Gina won the bid for $45,000. The auction soon ended and she released Monica to follow her as she went to pick up her new toy. As the two saw each other, Cindy broke out crying, though Monica only lowered her head. She was quickly met by another attendant.

"Mistress, can I assist in transporting your slaves tonight?"

"I don't understand," Gina said.

"We discourage our dominants from simply walking out with slaves in tow. It gives the club a bad name," he said. "I can offer to pack them up and ship them to you later today, if you like." Gina realized it was 2 a.m. now. She had a long list of things to do, starting with leasing the house. She realized she had no place to keep her new slaves until then.

"Can you pack them and hold them until I call?"

"Certainly, mistress," he said, making a note on a card. "And would you like soft packing or extreme?" Gina had no idea what he meant, but she was tired of acting like a newbie.

"Extreme, of course," she said, handing the leashes to the man. He handed her a receipt and led the girls off. It was then that Gina remembered something, heading off through the crowd.

The 19-year-old was delirious. Her stomach had been full for several hours and the basin was full above her. Her mouth was filled with excrement that she could no longer swallow. Her eyes, red from endless crying, were now dry and pained. She no longer had any tears left. When the light cracked once again, she was almost relieved to see her mistress enter the stall. Gina took the available hose and washed her young slave off, then unbound her from the toilet position. The girl was shaky but Gina forced her to stand up as she finished washing her body down. She quickly strapped on a new gag and collar and led her third slave out of the stall.

By the time Gina found the shipping room, Monica and Cindy had been almost fully strapped into their painful positions in the crates. Their large breasts had been used for support. Thin leather straps had been wound around the base of their breasts then the lose ends connected to a ring at the front of the crate. Their long hair was weaved with a piece of leather and the strand was fed through a ring behind them, then pulled taught until their heads were pulled back hard and their breasts were pulled away from their chests. A steel dildo had been fed form the bottom of the crate into each of their asses, with a matching dildo pushed down their throats. They rested in their identical positions, waiting for the final side to be nailed in place. Gina examined them carefully, enjoying the pain they were in. Finally, Gina reached behind her head and undid the mask over her eyes. She peered into the cases, letting recognition cross Monica and Cindy's faces. At first they seemed relieve but they quickly realized that Gina was smiling. Panic crossed their faces at identical moments. "Funny how things turned out, huh ladies?" Gina smiled again. "Monica, you'll be my favorite slave. I sure like how you sucked my pussy and ass earlier. But Cindy, I think you'll be my practice slave. With you I can learn the art of punishment." She reached into Cindy's crate and patted her new slave on the head. "I hope you can stand a lot of pain." Gina handed her young slave off to the attendant for similar packing and headed back inside to change. She had a lot to do before she started her life as a mistress.