Hanging out in the hotel

Sharon was sat in the back seat of the car, her hands handcuffed to each door, her legs tightly bound with her tights which were stripped off her before she got in the car and her mouth covered with duct tape. Her chauffeur slowly pulled into the high rise car park of the hotel, occasionally glancing in his rear view mirror, taking a good look up her skirt at her grey panties.

The bound girl was being taken to the monthly slave auction after being recruited as a whore. As the car pulled into a space, Sharon began to panic. Her driver got out of the car and two men got in, taking the cuffs off and dragging her out of the car and straight into a suitcase on a trolley. The girl was wheeled into a lift and the next thing she saw was a hotel room with 5 coat hanging racks in it.

The suitcase was unzipped and the tights were unraveled from her legs. There was a man in a suit stood by the coat hanging rack in the corner of the room. “Come here, whore” he said, pointing to his feet. Sharon crawled out and over to his side, kneeling infront of him and tilted her head up to look at him. The man pulled her tight white top off her, revealing her red bikini bra. “Stand” he commanded. After the enslaved girl stood up, he unzipped her black skirt and pulled it away from her body, putting her grey panties with a red waistband on full display.

The dominant man began examining Sharon’s half naked body, slowly walking around her. Any time Sharon moved her head from facing the white walls, he forcefully grabbed her chin and reset the position. Sharon felt a hand on her back and slowly bent over, her panties were pulled to the side and her cheeks pulled apart, a finger went into her and she gasped through her gag.

Once the man had finished checking her for any defects, the duct tape covering her lips was removed. “The auction won’t be starting for another hour or so, meaning we’re going to have to keep you here until then.” Sharon nodded but the man carried on speaking. “How much do you weigh?”. The answer fell out of Sharon’s mouth, “7 stone”. A spank was planted on her ass. “Remember your manners, you fucking slut”

“7 stone, sir, sorry, sir.”

Sharon had been given many lessons on respect from her previous owner but, in the heat of the moment, she had forgotten to address superiors as sir or miss.

The man checked his watch as he heard a knock at the door and grabbed a stool, placing it below the hanging rack. He pulled Sharon by her hair onto it, he pulled the grey panties up and over the coat hanger, kicking the stool away, letting the girl fall down and be hung a foot above the ground.

Sharon squealed as she was suspended by her underwear, leaning forward and supporting herself on the mini fridge infront of her. Her hand was quickly pulled off of it. “You will hang here with our other assets, you are NOT to talk to anyone and you will remain silent or we will gag you with one of these” he announced, showing the hanging girl a dildo gag. Sharon nodded “yes, sir. I will stay silent unless told otherwise, sir.”

“There’s a good whore” he said, writing a serial number on the girl’s left hip.

The door opened. “It must be another girl” Sharon thought, as she heard a suitcase being unzipped. She heard the instructions she’d been given said again to another girl, who was then hung up infront of her on the same hanging rail. The other girl was wearing bright pink panties and had no bra on, she seemed to be in a lot more pain than Sharon, and had the words “undisciplined, stupid and bratty whore” tattooed on her ass, which was red from a recent spanking.

Sharon had been hanging for about 45 minutes, her underwear was holding well and her ass was in a lot of pain, she was now accompanied by 11 other girls, who were all hanging by their underwear and under the same instructions as her. The ass of the girl infront of her was pushed against Sharon as there was now 3 girls stored on the rail with her.

The door opened and three men came in, saying it was time to go.

End of part one

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