She is made to shower and processed for the auction.

Lisa let the warm water run over her body. She rubbed the shampoo through her hair soaking in the relaxing feeling of the shower. She brought her soap covered hands to rub down her large sore breasts. She scrubbed the dried layers of cum from the previous 24 hours. The cool metal of her cuffed wrists contrasted with the warm water running over her body.

She looked around the large shower room at the other women showering. They were all handcuffed in front so they could scrub and get cleaned. Each woman's shower head had a chain attached that was wrapped around and locked to their neck. Lisa's fingers trailed lower down her body scrubbing the filth from her abdomen. She traced her fingers over the letters of her tattoo on her lower stomach before sliding lower over her shaven snatch.

She rubbed her fingers over her swollen clit and lips. They were sore from the relentless pounding from the previous night. Lisa gasp slipping two fingers inside her pussy. She remembered being ushered into the showers by guards. She wished they would push her to her knees and use her again. Instead they ran the chain around her neck and placed a small lock on it so she couldn't leave the shower head she was chained too.

The crack of a whip snapped Lisa's attention. "I think that spot is clean enough ****." A voice shouted at her. She shamefully removed her fingers and returned to scrubbing last nights bruises and bumps. Soon razors and shaving cream were passed around and the women were instructed to shave all body hair.

Lisa took extra care as she shaved her pussy mound. She liked to keep it bare but this shaving was different. It was like she was exposing herself for the first time. She felt a chill run up her spine as she knew this was the last time she would clean and shave herself as a free woman. In only a few hours she would be on the auction block and sold forever.

The water was soon shut off and each woman was given a towel and lead away one by one. Lisa followed the male guard tugging her leash. He stopped at the entrance to a different room. "Here is where you will be measured, processed and prepared." He said unlocking her chain leash and pushing her inside.

Lisa felt like cattle as every inch of her body was measured and graded. A group of women worked on each **** taking every conceivable measurement of their bodies they could. Lisa was instructed to bend over and fingers pushed deep into her rear holes. "Her ass is pretty reamed out. Let's test the size of cock it can accommodate." She heard an attendant say.

She grunted in pain as one by one they pressed gradually larger didlos into each hole. Finally stopping when her holes resisted to much. Lisa was left panting as they graded her and passed her on to make up and hair.

Hours later Lisa stood backstage looking into a full length mirror at her body. Her wrists and elbows had been bound behind her with twine or she would have loved squeezing her firm breasts that were sticking out and freshly oiled. Her makeup had been done over the top with bright crimson lips and dark eye shadow. They had even added blush to her pierced nipples for extra color. She read the backwards words "Fill my holes" very visible above her pussy as she found herself becoming wet. A tug on the rope leash around her neck let her know it was her turn on stage as she followed the woman leading her.