You take her to a new client

Once Ellie was clean, her skin glistening under the shower's final rinse, and I'd savored the slow, deep pull of her mouth around my cock until I spilled down her throat, it was time to move on. She knelt there, water dripping from her soaked hair, eyes downcast as always, the perfect little **** ready for whatever came next. I toweled her off roughly, focusing on her small tits and the curve of her ass, before leading her back to the changing quarters.

"Time for your next client, slut," I said, my voice low and commanding. "Get yourself prepped. Light oil all over—no underwear, no outfit. He wants you bare and accessible."

Ellie nodded without a word, her body trembling slightly from the chill in the air. The **** quarters were always kept cool to keep the girls' nipples perked up, ready for inspection. She reached for the bottle of oil, pouring a generous amount into her palms before rubbing it over her lithe frame. Starting with her arms, she worked it down to her flat stomach, then cupped her budding breasts, thumbs circling her hardening nipples until they stood out stiff and pink. She bent slightly to slick her thighs, fingers grazing her smooth pussy lips, parting them just enough to coat the inner folds. Finally, she turned to oil her ass cheeks, spreading them to ensure every inch was shiny and inviting.

With her body gleaming like a polished toy, Ellie moved to the mirror. She applied a touch of makeup—smoky eyes to make her look even more innocent and fuckable, a hint of gloss on her full lips. Then she gathered her damp hair into two high pigtails, the style screaming youthful vulnerability. The cold air bit at her skin, making her nipples tighten further into aching peaks, her body on full display as she finished.

I waited outside the door, arms crossed, until she emerged naked and oiled, pigtails bouncing lightly. "Good girl," I murmured, stepping close to run a hand down her side. "Walk ahead of me. Keep that ass swaying."

She obeyed, padding down the dimly lit corridor on bare feet. I followed, my eyes locked on the pert globes of her ass, the oil making them shimmer with each step. Halfway there, I couldn't resist—my hand landed on her right cheek, squeezing the firm flesh hard enough to make her gasp. I kneaded it like dough, fingers digging in, then switched to the left, giving it a sharp smack that echoed softly. Ellie didn't flinch away; she knew better. Her cheeks flushed under my grip, but she kept walking, her pussy lips peeking between her thighs, already hinting at the wetness building from the humiliation.

We reached the client room, a stark space with a padded bench, restraint points on the walls, and a table lined with tools of the trade. The businessman waited inside, a sharp-dressed man in his forties with a predatory smile. He was a regular buyer, always testing prototypes before committing to bulk orders. Ellie glanced at him, bracing for the usual—dropping to her knees to suck his cock or bending over for a rough fuck, maybe some degrading commands to beg for it.

But this time, his eyes lit up as he took in her oiled, naked form. "Perfect," he said, voice smooth. "A fresh teen ****, just what I requested. Handler, she's ideal for the demos. No prior wear on these toys."

He gestured to the table, revealing an array of gleaming devices: thick anal plugs in graduated sizes, vibrating clamps for nipples and labia, spiked collars that promised pain with every tug, electro-stim pads, weighted udder stretchers, and a selection of **** implements—floggers with weighted tips, nipple vices, and a cunt spreader bar. "These are the latest from my suppliers," he explained. "I need to see real reactions—how a **** like her takes them, breaks under them. Sell better with testimonials."

Ellie stood there, pigtails framing her wide eyes, but I grabbed her arm and **** her down. "On all fours, bitch. You're not a girl here; you're livestock. Prized breeding stock for testing."

She dropped to her hands and knees on the cold floor, ass up, back arched, presenting herself like the animal we treated her as. The businessman circled her slowly, appraising. "Look at those udders," he said, reaching down to heft her small breasts, tugging on her nipples until she whimpered. "Perky little things, but they'll stretch nicely. And that cunt hole—tight and pink, begging to be filled."

I nodded, picking up the first item: a jeweled anal plug, medium-sized with a flared base. "Start with this," I said, kneeling behind her. Ellie tensed as I spread her ass cheeks, exposing her puckered hole. I drizzled more oil there, then pressed the tip against it. "Relax, slut, or it'll hurt more." She bit her lip, but I pushed steadily, watching the plug sink in inch by inch until her hole swallowed it whole, the jewel winking between her cheeks. She let out a muffled cry, her body shuddering.

The businessman grinned and selected a pair of nipple clamps, the kind with vibrating motors and adjustable teeth. He pinched her left nipple, rolling it hard before snapping the clamp on. Ellie yelped, her udders jiggling as she jerked. He attached the right one, flipping the switch to low buzz. Her body convulsed lightly, the vibrations sending jolts straight to her core. "See how her cunt hole twitches?" he noted, sliding a finger along her slit. She was soaking already, the oil mixing with her arousal.

We worked methodically, treating her like a lab rat. Next came the spiked collar—I buckled it around her neck, the inner points pricking her skin with every swallow. A tug on the leash made her head snap forward, drawing a sharp gasp. The businessman took the labia clamps, pulling her pussy lips wide before clamping them, weights dangling to stretch her open. Ellie moaned, her thighs quivering as the pain bloomed.

I grabbed the electro-stim pads, sticking them to her inner thighs and just above her clit. A quick zap, and she bucked, a scream tearing from her throat. "Good reaction," the businessman said, noting it down. He tested the udder stretchers next, clipping heavy weights to her clamped nipples and letting them pull her breasts downward, elongating them into pathetic, swaying udders. Tears streamed down her face, but her hips rocked involuntarily, the mix of torment and unwanted pleasure betraying her.

The **** toys ramped up the cruelty. I wielded a flogger, the tails whistling as they landed on her back, ass, and thighs—red welts rising instantly. The businessman used the nipple vices, twisting them tighter until her screams echoed off the walls. He inserted a vibrating plug into her cunt hole, turning it to max while I flogged her clit lightly, making her sob and drip onto the floor.

Ellie was a wreck by the end—body marked, holes stuffed, every inch objectified and abused. Her pigtails hung messy, makeup smeared with tears and sweat. "She's responsive," the businessman said, wiping his hands. "These will sell fast. But let's cap it off properly."

I knew what he meant. We stripped off our pants, cocks hard from the show. Ellie whimpered as I yanked the plugs from her ass and pussy, leaving her gaping and empty. The businessman positioned himself in front of her, grabbing her pigtails like handles. "Open wide, cow."

She parted her lips, and he thrust in, fucking her mouth deep, gagging her on his thick shaft. I knelt behind, lining up with her slick cunt hole. One hard shove, and I buried myself balls-deep, her walls clenching around me from the earlier torment. We spit-roasted her relentlessly—I pounded her ass—no, her pussy first, slamming into that abused hole while he face-fucked her, his balls slapping her chin.

Ellie choked and moaned around his cock, her body rocking between us like a ragdoll. I reached under to twist the clamps still on her nipples, making her tighten further. The businessman groaned, pulling her head down until her nose pressed to his pubes. "Take it, you worthless fucktoy."

We switched after a bit—I took her mouth, forcing her to taste her own juices on my dick, while he claimed her cunt, stretching it wide. Her muffled cries vibrated through me as we used her from both ends, hands groping her welted skin, slapping her udders. The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh on flesh, her degradation complete.

Finally, the businessman grunted, flooding her throat with cum. I followed suit, pulling out to spray across her ass and back, marking her as used. Ellie collapsed onto the floor, spent and broken, cum leaking from her lips and pussy. The session was over—for now.