Painslut

Aurélie looked down in horror to see what had been done to her body. Beside the collar and metal restraints locked on her wrists and ankles she could see and feel the pain of fresh piercings and tattoos. Both her nipples were adorned with thick metal rings and her clit had been pierced and ringed too with a smaller ring. Her pussy mound had been shaven clean with the word "Painslut" written above it. She looked down to read "Whip" and "Me" written on her left and right tit respectively.

She could feel more soreness on her lower back where the words "Pain ****" had been written but unseen to her. She shifted in the cage and demanded to see the Captain and be released.

The Doctor who had cared for her for the last three days laughed. "You're to be sold at market in a few hours and we've graded and rated you as nothing but a cheap Painslut ****. You'll spend the rest of your days in a public or private dungeon being tortured by your owner or customers.... and the island were docking at has several dungeons."

He let that fate sink in as he turned and walked away. "Do not be troubled Painslut for most will train your body to derive pleasure from such tortures. Some think Masocists are born but I know they can also be made." He slammed the door and left Aurélie to wait the final hours before her auction.