They brand you as a

The room looks like a cross between BDSM dungeon and doctor's office. It certainly has that sterile feel of the hospital, but the restraints seem to be everywhere.

"Sit on the chair!" One of the nurses bark at you. Pointing to what looks like a gynaecological chair.

Orderly has to push you forward, then he, and second one have to hold you down as they strap you in.

"Do you want a gag?" the nurse asks but doesn't really listens to your answer. Shoving in the leather gag between your teeth. "Better this way you won't crack your teeth"

You try to struggle but retrains on your legs, hands, arms, neck and chest all keep you tightly against the chair.

"Ready?" The nurse asks and you can see a strange device in her hand. It looks like oversized hair dryer. She puts the tube over your left breasts and presses the button. Agonizing, burning pain hits you where the tube pressed against your skin. You jump up as far as bonds let you.

"Don't struggle, if it comes out bad I'll have to do another one!" Nurse warns you with a wicked smile. While still holding the burning tool against your skin. You bit the gag harder, suddenly grateful you don't have to grit your teeth, and try to hold still.

Ten seconds later she releases the tool, but the burning subsides only a little. You look down and see **** #985724 and a barcode underneath burned with red letters over your breast, and start crying. Both from misery, but also relief, relief that this **** is over.

Over your tears you don't notice that nurse is putting down the tube to your groin. You feel the warm metal ring touch your skin and second later the burning starts again, this time right above your vagina.

By the time a third stamp is burned onto your ass you're almost catatonic from pain.

You don't say a word when they put metal collar on your neck. Or when they put metal cuffs on your hands and legs. They connect legs with each other. While for hands they have something even more cruel. They replace your nipple shafts with rings then attach your wrist cuffs to your nipples. As your hands fall down they pull your breasts, you're **** to constantly keep them up or face the pain.

With leash attached to your nose ring they lead you out of the prep room, and through the corridor they push you into a cell.

"Sleep well. We'll auction you off tomorrow!"

You lie down. Beaten and broken. Unable to find a sleeping position that would not **** you. You spend night twisting and turning and howling from pain ...