Valeria in Sold

Introduction

A long period of liberal policies in the field of social relations has brought society to a crisis. The absence of laws teaching people discipline and responsibility led to promiscuity and disrespectful attitudes of people towards each other. Society degenerated and collapsed.

Eventually it was decided to return to the previous, well-tested model of society, built on patriarchal dominance and strict discipline. A number of new laws were enacted.

The wife must strictly obey her husband, be absolutely submissive to him in everything. Recognize his leadership and not try to contradict or manipulate him directly or indirectly. If she does not abide by these social norms, she must be punished. For particularly disobedient wives, there are particularly severe penalties - deprivation of citizenship status. Such a woman is officially stripped of her constitutional rights and freedoms and her husband is authorized to sell her into slavery. Slavery is legalized as a punishment for malicious violation of social norms of order and discipline.

Chapter 1

"You really got me seriously sick of you this time" said the angry tired man to his wife. "How much longer am I going to put up with all these scandals? It's not like we can't solve a single complicated issue without you throwing another scandal, you fucking bitch. I'm really sick of you. Who are you cheating on me with, you fucking bitch? Who do you fuck, you fucking whore, when I'm not home? How much money did you spend on manicures and makeup? Am I a fucking ATM machine or a pirate's treasure chest? That's it, I'm fucked with you, you dickhead bitch. I sell you into slavery"

"What?!" - Said Valeria, "Are you crazy, what slavery? I'm a free woman, an accountant in a serious firm, I distribute sums that you with your worthless salary have never seen in your life. I'm a respectable intelligent woman, I have the right to be free and I love my freedom. How dare you, you bastard, sell me into slavery? Not only did you beat me up, now you're selling me into slavery?"

"Shut up you fucking bitch" replied the husband, "I've already signed the papers, bailiffs will come for you today, you will be sold into slavery at auction. And there the new owners will do such things to you, oh, that I can't imagine, you will be as docile and obedient as a trained circus animal. That'll make my slaps and beatings look like a Thai massage, bitch. At least I'll get some use out of you, prostitute. I found another woman, younger than you, I hope she will be much more polite to me and show me more respect. And the money I get from your sale will go towards my wedding with her. That's it, you fucking asshole. You've had it."

Valeria was completely shocked. She stood silent without saying a word like a stone statue.

"So, you don't want to start another scandal anymore, are you silent now, bitch?" - The man said.

"How could you dare, how..." - Valeria said icily. Deep down she realized that her previous life had come to an end. Her throat was dry, her heart was beating with some terrible rhythm hitherto unknown to Valeria.

"And don't try to escape, bitch, you'll be found and punished anyway." - The man said.

Valeria sat down on the chair and cried. She sat in the chair and cried like rain for three hours continuously until there was a knock on the door and a rough male voice came from behind the door: "This is the auction service, is slave Valeria here, prepared for sale? Open up, we've come for her."

Chapter 2

"That's it, bitch, we've waited. Stop crying, they've come for you already" Said the now ex-husband

"They're here..." Said Valeria through her tears, "They're here..."

Her husband went to the door and opened it. Behind the door stood two strong sturdy men. One of them showed his ID and forms with documents.

"Auction staff. Where is the slave, show me. Let's start the paperwork."

The ex-husband led them to the chair where Valeria sat. Valeria continued to cry.

"Slave, stand up, you are required to surrender your passport, your citizenship is revoked, you will receive a slave license with a physical or legal person as your new owner."

"I won't give it" Said Valeria through her tears.

One of the auction workers said in a cruel and cold-blooded tone: "Same song again, this is tiring. Slave, I suggest you surrender your passport or I will take action, I warned you."

"I won't give.... I won't give...." repeated Valeria, 'I am an accountant, I am a respected free woman, I won't give you anything...Don't touch me...Don't touch me...' she cried.

The auction employee said: "All right, bitch, suit yourself." He pulled a stun gun from the pouch on his belt, put it to the nipple of her beautiful huge breasts and pressed the button.

A terrible burning pain pierced Valeria's beautiful body, she twisted in an unnatural pose, convulsions and spasms twisted and tormented her for a few seconds, then the man released the button and Valeria fell into the chair.

"So how's the progress on the passport issue? Will we see it within five minutes or do you want the banquet to continue?" said the auctioneer.

"No need, I'll give it all back" said Valeria, stood up with difficulty and went to her room, swaying slightly with trembling hands.

A few minutes later she returned with her passport and handed it to the auction employee.

"Alright slave, it's already been decided for you." Said the auction officer and cut the passport into two pieces with the scissors he took out of the file folder. "Here is the slave's temporary ID card until she is sold, it must be kept by the ex-husband" said the auction officer and handed the bag of documents to the husband. "The ex-husband must attend the auction and make the deal with the new owner. Upon receipt of the agreed upon amount, he no longer has any rights to this woman."

"Now", continued the auction officer, "Valeria, Strip naked. A slave is only allowed to wear clothing, a special slave costume, if the temperature is below 60 degrees Fahrenheit. It's summer heat outside right now. So get undressed quickly, the slavery law has come into effect, you no longer have the right to clothing."

The second auction employee just stood silently watching, apparently it was an assistant, and the one who spoke was the one in charge of their pair.

"So are we going to strip? Or are there any difficulties again?" said the auctioneer and showed Valeria the stun gun, making a discharge into the air. Bright sparks ran between the contacts of the stun gun, at the sight of which Valeria flinched.

"I'll take my clothes off, take my clothes off, put that away please" she said.

The man tucked the stun gun away in a pouch on his belt.

"I told you you've had it up to here, bitch" said the ex-husband, smiling evilly mockingly. "Now they're going to teach you well about life" he added.

"We'll do our best, rest assured" Said the auction employee to the ex-husband. "But don't disturb us now, please."

"Get undressed, quickly, I said" Roughly and loudly repeated Valeria to the auction employee.

Valeria, still crying (how could there even be so many tears in a person) began to undress. She had never undressed in front of strange rough men on command, her body was shaking with fear, shame was burning her soul with red-hot embers, but she had to undress.

"Slave, hurry up, we have a few more women to process today, if you delay, you will be punished again."

"Don't, don't, I'm already undressing, no need to punish... " Said through the tears that continued to pour Valeria.

She stripped off everything, she just roughly threw her clothes on the floor away from her, knowing she wouldn't need the clothes anymore.

A beautiful mature woman of 38 stood in front of two tall rough men in black uniforms, armed with batons, stun guns and trauma pistols. In spite of her age, she dazzled with her beauty. Strong slender body, full rounded female forms, beautiful huge natural breasts with large nipples with large dark brown areolae around the nipples. Magnificent big oval buttocks, wide sexy thighs. The woman with all her appearance showed the strength and power of the sexual energy lurking in her, even the cold-blooded looks of the executors of justice changed and became greedy and passionate looking at her.

"That'll make a good slave," said the auctioneer. "Yes, I agree." added his silent colleague, speaking for the first time in all their time in the house once owned by Valerie and her husband and now only by her ex-husband.

"So, let's get on with it," the older coworker said to the younger one, "bring the shackles and collar."

"What?... Shackles?..." whispered Valeria, who was tired of crying and now just sobbed quietly.

Chapter 3

"Yes, slave, from now on you will live in shackles for the rest of your life. That is the law of slavery." Coldly and stiffly replied the auction employee. The ex-husband, who was watching all this, said nothing, only smiled evilly caustically. "We have a wonderful gift for you, slave" continued the bailiff, smiling just as slightly. "Get it out" he said to his partner.

The partner opened the bag he was carrying. Extracted from there a heavy large gray colored box labeled shackle set number 1, basic. He took a knife from his belt, opened the box and began to pull out the iron soles connected by chains.

Valeria looked at all this as if mesmerized. She was no longer even crying or indignant. She was silent and looked at what was happening, not believing her eyes.

Shackles made of steel, shiny, coated with an anti-corrosive coating, appeared before her eyes. Two leg rings connected by a chain, two arm rings connected by a chain. Collar. Shiny chrome plated steel. With small sturdy dainty locks and small keys for them with strange grooving on the key surface. The oval-shaped rings shimmered with brilliance in the sunlight pouring in from the window. The graceful chrome-plated chains made a faint melodious tinkling sound. It was as if they were not weapons of punishment, but works of art. The designers had made sure that the shackles looked beautiful on the bodies of beautiful naked women.

"Slave, stand up," said the auctioneer. "Feet at shoulder height, hands in front of you."

Valeria, after hesitating a bit, stood up. Spreading her legs slightly, she stretched her arms forward.

The bailiff took the shackles, bent over and put them on her legs. Turned the key in one ring and the other to close the lock. Did the same with her hands.

Valeria felt the cold steel touch her soft skin. It made her shiver. Fear and shame continued to torment her soul. She had no choice but to obey orders, but she was still not broken. Something inside still continued to resist.

"Now the collar" said the auction officer. His assistant handed him the collar and he placed it around Valerie's beautiful high neck. Once again she felt the coldness of the merciless skillfully forged steel wrapped around her once free body. Valeria lowered her head and directed her gaze to the floor. More tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Slave, don't cry, this collar at least doesn't have spikes inside. Or else we actually have, you know, a lot of different devices and methods..." The bailiff said ironically.

He fastened the chain - leash to the collar, pulled on it, and with brief cold-bloodedness said: "Follow me."

He dragged Valeria into the street. Valeria followed him to the front door with uncertain steps. Her body was trembling. She wanted to scream and tear herself away, but she remembered the terrible pain from the stun gun, and tried with all her might to obey, suppressing her inner protest.

A crowd of neighbors had already gathered outside. They were attracted by the sight of the bailiffs' special car.

It wasn't exactly a luxurious neighborhood, but a fairly affluent one with solidly respectable people. Teachers, doctors, engineers, office workers, and other respectable members of the well-to-do middle class.

Now some of these people were watching the car, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Well, what happened there, who did they come for? - Yes, it seems that the whore Valeria finally got her husband with cheating and scandals. How did he put up with her for so long? Half the neighborhood knows she's a whore. A total nymphomaniac. Finally he will sell her to a brothel, where she belongs" - neighbors were talking among themselves - 'There she will bring at least some benefit to society'.

The bailiffs took Valeria out into the street. The crowd was already standing in anticipation of the spectacle.

Valeria trembled, walked with her head bowed down, trying to take careful steps, as she was not yet used to walking in shackles. The chains of the leg shackles, jingling, dragged along the pavement. The collar burned her with shame. As if its steel was not cold, but red-hot. Young guys of 19 - 20 years old took out their smartphones to take photos, videos and post them on the Internet. Valeria knew she was being filmed. The anger in her was growing. With every step she took towards the car that would take her to the auction.

"Valeria, everyone already knows you're a whore," said one of the neighbors, "You have no place among decent people, you're not worthy of being an accountant in a reputable firm. You belong in a brothel, slut" Said the neighbors, seeing the bailiffs leading the shackled naked slave girl on a leash to the car.

"Stop." Said an auction employee. "Almost forgot, damn it... Valeria, your cunt is not shaved. By law, a slave must shave her cunt at least twice a week and keep it smooth. You haven't shaved for at least a month. We have a trimmer, you're going to shave yourself now, okay?"

"Outside?" Valeria exclaimed, "Outside?!" - Her anger had already become almost uncontrollable.

Chapter 4

"Yes, slave, right here. That's an order. Proceed. Let the other citizens see that you are no longer a citizen, but a slave who must obey orders without question." The bailiff handed her the trimmer.

"Fuck you all, I'm not doing anything, I'm not going anywhere." Yelled Valeria, "I hate you all, I hate you and I curse you."

Her gaze became fearful, her face contorted with anger. She was desperately angry to the point where she clenched her teeth to the point of pain, nearly biting her lips and tongue to the point of bleeding.

"That's disobeying an order, bitch" said the bailiff. "And you have a duty to obey." With those words he punched Valeria in the face, giving her a very hard slap. Her cheek turned red and began to swell slightly, a small trickle of blood protruded from the left side of her mouth.

Valeria, trembling with anger, felt humiliated, she had been slapped publicly this time, in front of all her neighbors, with smartphone cameras pointed at her naked shackled body. She covered her face with her hands. There were no more tears. Valerie was feverish from the shame she had experienced, shaking like a fever, drops of sweat began to trickle down her breasts, her back, her buttocks, her thighs.

"I said shave your cunt, bitch. Get to it now!" Shouted the auctioneer employee and slapped Valeria again. Valeria staggered back.

"Are you going to shave your fucking cunt or not?" He spoke firmly and loudly.

"I...I'll shave, gasping from the swelling heat Valeria said, I'll shave it all, it'll be clean and smooth, don't break my face please, I'm a beautiful woman, don't break my face, I'll shave it all, please stop..."

"Shave, bitch." Said the bailiff and handed her the trimmer again. "Spread your legs and shave where everyone can see. Is that clear to the bitch?"

"I'm clear, I'm clear...I'll shave, don't hit, don't hit." Said a sweat shaking Valeria, taking the powerful razor trimmer into her delicate feminine hands.

She turned to the crowd, spread her legs as wide as possible to avoid falling over, and, trying not to meet the stares of her neighbors, concentrated on her vagina, turning on the trimmer.

The trimmer hummed in her hands. She pressed it against her body and began to move it from bottom to top, shaving the hair off her vagina.

She swiped the trimmer once. The trimmer left a smooth, glaucous streak among the black hair, exposing the skin in her most intimate place. The neighbors, smiling, continued to stare at it.

"Valeria, what have you done to yourself, you should shave your vagina regularly. So much time on sex with lovers spend, that already and vagina is no time to shave?, Valeria." - said one of the neighbors.

The humiliation made Valeria feel so hot, as if her skin was being doused with boiling water, as if her skin was on fire, smeared with mustard. It was shameful, but the worst part was that it excited Valeria, in this moment of the greatest shame of her life she felt a tremendous, perhaps the greatest sexual arousal of her life.

Valeria ran the trimmer in her vaginal area a second time, a new white streak of soft feminine skin parted the thick black carpet of hair.

Valeria continued. She was aroused. She realized that this was a shameful situation, that she should be angry and cursing everyone, but she was aroused and suddenly felt a craving for submission. She shaved herself thoroughly, trying to maximize the quality of the order she had received. Wisps of shaved hair fell to the ground exposing more and more of the skin of the beautiful vagina of a mature experienced woman.

Soon it was all over. A beautiful vagina with a large clitoris and large plump labia stood before the audience.

"I shaved myself, now slut Valeria has everything smooth and clean..." Said Valeria, handing the trimmer to the junior bailiff.

"I see you are starting to realize something. Good whore." said the man. Just then his gaze, which had examined the quality of the shave, saw her swollen aroused clitoris and drops of moisture oozing from her newly shaved vagina.

"Oh, I see that excites the bitch? Then get a new order so that everyone is finally convinced of the loss of your civilian status: Bitch, you're horny, you're all sweaty from the excitement caused by the shame, do you want to masturbate?"

Valerie really wanted to masturbate, but was very afraid to admit that the first extreme hardcore shaming of her life had turned her on so much.

"I...I...please don't, don't do it in public...."

"Masrutbate bitch" the bailiff said in a stony tone.

Valeria reached out a trembling hand to her aroused clit.

Chapter 5

She touched herself. Her body responded with a pleasant shiver, the heat intensified, sweat dripped from her face, breasts, and buttocks to the ground. The excitement was incredible, like she had never experienced with her husband or with her many lovers.

Valeria began to masurbate. She caressed her clitoris, massaged her labia, penetrated her vagina with her fingers, while moaning loudly and voluptuously, enjoying her own body in front of her neighbors, in front of whom she had previously tried to look like a respectable woman to the last.

Her vagina was releasing a lot of moisture while masturbating. The moisture from her vagina along with drops of sweat dripped onto the pavement. Valerie could feel the rings and chains of the shackles preventing her from masturbating and touching her tender sensitive vagina, but she continued to furiously satisfy herself, enjoying playing with her own aroused vagina.

Oh, how she wished she could enjoy this play for longer. She closed her eyes in pleasure. Her hands were completely stained with her own moisture. One hand was penetrating her fingers and the other was masturbating her pleasure-burning clit. The cold steel chain touched her labia, the rings on her hands bumped against each other creating discomfort, but Valeria continued. She had never before masturbated while shackled and wearing a collar labeled "Slave." It excited her wildly, too. She knew it was shameful, but she was already incapable of stopping her wild insane craving to experience this new perverse pleasure.