Black: Queen d5>f7

It was moments like these that Charles really appreciated his line of work. Without additional intel he was left waiting for the tech expert to come up with dossiers on the list of names he'd gotten out of Caitlyn before he'd **** himself into her. He got a special sort of enjoyment taking the first catch out of their packaging, be it a vehicle, luggage, or a shipping crate and then restraining and collaring them before leading them along by their chain leash. There was nothing like seeing that look of panic they all gave off as they took in their surroundings, being marched through the warehouse nude with their hands cuffed behind their back and ankle cuffs already in place as they witnessed all of the furnishings, equipment, and restraints put in place across multiple stalls, tables, stockades, cages, and more, the realization that this was no small scale operation and that not only would they become intimately familiar with all of these implements but that there was easily enough capacity to to do the same to several dozens more. There was something about the scale of the operation that had different effects on a fresh catch depending on when they were brought in. For those like Caitlyn, the first to be brought in, there was a severe unease that settled in as they realized that they were not in any way important individually, not even to their captors, and were simply another body to be prepared and sent to market. While Caitlyn was a remarkably compliant capture so far, even more rebellious sluts were typically silent as they were marched past Charles' crew, encouraged to leer at the women who passed by for the psychological impact, and more often than not were sobbing by the time they were brought up to the stall which would be their first station.

Caitlyn's heels, which her master had decided to leave on, clicked as she walked along the bare concrete floor. Her breathing was getting heavier as she went, her eyes glancing at cuffs, manacles, and all sorts of restraints everywhere she went. Aside from the jeering from the men she encountered going about prepping the warehouse for more additions to their collection, the entire place was unnaturally silent. Charles could just about make out the sound of rain falling on the roof above if he concentrated, but due to the nature of their operations, sound proofing was a high priority. Arriving at the last stall on the left, Charles stopped and pivoted to face Caitlyn directly. He loved the sight of that thick leather collar around her neck, the metal ring allowing him to leash or tie her down as necessary, and a constant reminder of her new life every time she turned or tilted her head. Caitlyn closed the remaining distance between her and Charles slowly with much trepidation, looking over at the stall her master was standing in front of then back to him.

"Step forward, slut," Charles ordered.

Caitlyn obeyed, but her steps were slow and short, inching her way forward into what looked like one in a row of shower stalls like you might find in a gym locker room, with 3 tall walls made of sturdy looking material leaving the other side open to all passing by the row of stalls. Instead of a shower head though, there were metal rings bolted in several places along the 3 walls with sturdy metal chains hanging from a number of them. Caitlyn almost made it inside of the stall under her own power, but just like every girl that Charles had dealt with before her, she came to a stop just outside of it. Admittedly, she had gone further than almost anyone else in Charles' experience, but some things were universal. Her reaction was familiar to the man as she turned her head looking off to the side, then the other, before looking back at Charles with wide, her eyes pleading with him to reconsider. There was a process to this, no matter how compliant Caitlyn had been, she would still need to learn like everyone else that when an order was given, an order was followed... though given how cooperative she had been and how much information he still hoped to extract from her, he thought it reasonable to go gentler on her than usual... just a little bit.

Charles strode forward, grabbing up the length of her leash as he went until he gripped a section only a bare few inches from the collar it was attached to, "I said step forward," he growled. Pulling her almost directly along by the collar, he lead her over into the center of the stall. Holding her in place by the leash, he quickly grabbed up one chain attached to a ring near the floor and attached it to Caitlyn's ankle cuff with a sharp click. The process repeated on the opposite side as Caitlyn found both of her ankles now bound to the wall, with her master now adjusting them so that her legs were **** apart leaving her exposed, then repeating the process once again with her wrists. At the end of it all, Caitlyn was left standing completely exposed and **** to anyone within reach... which Charles immediately exploited as he lay a hand between her thighs and began rubbing her still aroused cunt.

"You were a very fun ride, but I have somewhere to be. You don't have anything else to say do you?" Charles asked the first of his merchandise. She likely still needed to be broken in more, even she had a little resistance when it came to the safety of her friends, but it didn't hurt to ask.

Caitlyn shook her head, "N-no, sir..." she meekly replied, turning her gaze away from Charles as he explored her slit, even getting her to bite her lip despite her predicament. It seemed he had gotten about as much information out of her as she was currently willing to give. He was sure it wouldn't take much to break her in more but everything about her processing had been about as close to best case as it could possibly be. Charles stepped back and motioned for the subordinates that had helped bring in this prize to come over to the stall. He almost wanted to stay here and help break her in himself, but that would mean foregoing bringing in her friends... and that would be where the real fun began, toying with each of them psychologically as they witnessed more and more of their friends brought in to suffer the same fate. As the inevitability of their fate took hold, he could play with his merchandise in any number of ways to get them to reveal more and more information that would aid his efforts in hauling in as many as quickly as possible... and once that was complete, he and his crew would enjoy the travel time with those beauties back to the boss where they would have them either auctioned off or otherwise assigned to an owner.

The two that had entered Emma's apartment decided to take her at the same time, taking their place in front of and behind the girl, their hands already wandering freely over her bare skin and eliciting all sorts of amusing noise from her. Aaron began to undress himself outside the stall, waiting for his turn until Charles interrupted him, "Not you, I need you out for the next run."

"But... fuck, fine, I get it," Aaron held back his temper, disappointed when he was so close to claiming that submissive prize standing right before him. The redhead's new master grinned as he watched his subordinates breaking in the new merchandise, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the massive and still empty warehouse. With a bit of luck it wouldn't be too long before he added dozens more voices to fill the room with similar cries,

"Don't worry, we're just getting started. Hey, you two, I want her gagged by the time we get back, you understand?" he barked at the pair double teaming Caitlyn. Regardless of who he brought in next, he couldn't allow Caitlyn to warn them from sharing any information until after he'd had some time to work them over.

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