Ruby makes a small addition.

Scott had not looked up from his work to see that Ruby had finished encasing me in my steel restraints.

Ruby leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead and then whispered into my ear. "I've got a present for you." She produced a length of steel chain with small clamps on either end. And held them up for me to see.

"Mnnf!" I struggled uselessly. That bitch! She wasn't supposed to add anything!

My struggles did nothing but jiggle my tits for Ruby's amusement and I gave up. It was no use, anyway.

I cried out into my gag as the clamps bit down into my tender flesh, a stab of sharp discomfort refusing to fade away as she adjusted it to her liking, then repeated the treatment on my other side.

I shook my head, desperately. "Mffnnk fnngk!" My curses were useless, gagged as I was. Ruby was in no mood to humor me, in any case.

She gave the chain a tug and the clamps held firm, shooting a fresh jolt through my nervous system. I couldn't argue or plead or accuse, or even rat her out to Scott. When he noticed the clamps, he would simply assume I had chosen to include them.

That bitch.

She smiled at me and left my side to alert Scott that her task had been completed. Left alone even for those few moments I felt more helpless than ever in my life. My nipples stung sharply and my knees pressed uncomfortably against the wooden slat I'd allowed myself.

I closed my eyes and focused on simply enduring the bondage, focused on breathing. It helped, but then Scott was there.

"Alright, Danielle, let's see what we've got." He looked me over, which apparently involved touching me almost everywhere. "Not bad, but let's not forget these."

He reached down towards my crotch and I jumped as the vibrators filling me came to life, buzzing intensely.

It was like a bolt of lightning to my nervous system and I moaned into my gag immediately, my intense but ignored arousal suddenly becoming the focus of my attention.

"That's better." Scott laughed and patted my bare back gently. "Don't be shy, now. It's obvious you're **** to come." He stroked my back like some kind of house pet and I couldn't do anything but quiver and moan in my bondage.

I felt small. Trapped. Weak. Powerless. Scott regarded my **** situation so casually and it only made it feel more inescapable. Almost normal that I should be in my predicament. The pain in my nipples had faded to something dull and manageable and somehow only emphasized the pleasant vibrations deep inside me. My pussy ached and burned for relief after everything else I'd seen and heard that day. I was so hungry. So weak. I couldn't help myself. I came.

Pleasure erupted in my body. It started between my legs and shot up through my brain like a hot spear. My body shook as the orgasm ravaged my nervous system. I screamed into my gag and strained against my bonds.

Mercifully, Scott clicked the vibrators off again, and gradually my senses returned. Panting, I raised my eyes to his face. He was smiling at me. "Very good. Now, I am obligated to give you the presentation. Please try to pay attention, slut."

I blinked. My mind told me I should be irritated at his use of the dirty word, but in light of everything, I wasn't sure it was anything but the truth. As deeply ashamed of myself as I was, I also wanted him to turn the vibrators back on. Tiny streams of water began to gather in the corners of my eyes. I was so tired. So hungry. Just wanted to feel good again.

He noted that I was watching him and continued.

"Here's the short version. I own you. Well, to be more precise, the _company_ owns you. But I'm the head of the relevant department, so as long as my name is on that door, I own you. You with me so far?"

Struggling to keep tears from my eyes, I nodded as much as my steel collar would allow.

"Good. Now, this entire situation has come up rather suddenly, but the company has responded very quickly. So far we have decided on four classifications of our female assets. This orientation is primarily for purposes of your asset classification. You're doing great, by the way."

A stray tear managed to escape my right eye and I suddenly felt like sobbing. This was all so surreal. I didn't want this. I just wanted a nice safe career in accounting.

If Scott noticed the tear on my face, he didn't mention it as he continued. "Now, the details of the how and why the classifications aren't important for you to know at this time, but by now I'm sure you've noticed the indicators our girls wear." He gestured to Ruby, who stepped into my view beside him. "Ruby is wearing a red indicator, this denotes her as a high value asset. In her case, due to her medical license. White indicators are common workers assigned to departments to produce value and improve morale."

My left eye began to leak its tiny trickle of tears as I felt my old worldview fall away around me. It wasn't a dream, it was all too real. And I couldn't do anything but quiver in my bonds and whimper for someone to turn my vibrators back on. I just wanted another moment of freedom from my body.

"The third classification wears black indicators. You probably haven't seen one, as they largely stick to the executive suites. These girls are irredeemable whores, but they're classy about it. I mean really exquisite bitches, you should see the way they..." He clears his throat. "In any case. Black-bands are pretty rare. Not every girl has what it takes. And finally, we have the garbage assets. These are the girls we couldn't make useful. For whatever reason, they just didn't work out. They're being... repurposed."

For the first time, Scott showed a momentary glimpse of compassion. Distaste for whatever that word meant. I found it hard to care in that moment. Everything hurt and I just wanted to get this whole orientation thing over with.

He continued. "In any event, you're not likely to fail at this point. In fact you're doing quite well, but there's still a lot to cover." He stroked my head a moment and I felt a rush of relief wash over me. In one sickening moment I realized that what I felt was joy that my master was pleased with me and I really did begin to cry, then. Silent tears shed as I felt a part of me die.