Giselle

Giselle fought furiously as she was **** onto the table, but her dress was made to look nice not to allow movement. First, she was held down and her waist was strapped onto the table, then her legs were strapped down followed by one arm and then the other. Her gag remained in place, preventing her from doing anything other than yell and drool.

A few minutes later and she had tired herself out resisting. Giselle knelt on the inspection table panting. Moments later John and the Doctor walked in. John walked up to her and grabber her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"I really am sorry Giselle, but you were getting expensive. I can have a **** do your job for free and I can fuck them. Plus, the sheik offered me an extra hundred thousand for you and you know the rule here, cash is king." He smiled evilly as she began pulling against her restraints again.

"Sheik likes her fire Mark, but he needs to control her. Giver her all the fixin's but skip the tattoo. He knocked down his offer on the red haired cow because she was tatted."

"You got it John." the doctor said as he shook his hand.

"Lets get you stripped Giselle, shall we? Can't get your piercings in while you're clothed can we!

The doctor took a pair of scissors from the medical tray beside him and, slipping it under the back of her dress and began cutting. Moments later, Giselle was in her lingerie, strips of her once expensive dress laying in a heap underneath her. Her lingerie was hardy clothing, more of an accessory that doing her any kind of real service. A delicate lace bra cupped both of her breasts, keeping them at the perfect angle for the plunge that had formerly been the centerpiece of her dress. A matching sheer lace thong caressed her cunt, betraying every curve and line of her mound. From behind, the doctor didn't even need to remove it to know that she had what the business referred to as an "innie." Inner labia that hid within her outer labia, her pussy just one unbroken mound with a thin slit in the center.

Finally, the doctor moved the scissors under the straps of her bra. Her tits popped free as the item fell from her chest, revealing first one and then another large, pink nipple with equally large areolae. He cut diagonally across the point where the straps of her thong met on her lower back, freeing her cunt with one motion.

When it was all said and done, Giselle looked like any other **** that had moved through the auction house's processing facility, with the distict exception that she had make-up and kid skin gloves still on; a ridiculous sight for anyone strapped onto a cow-rack.