As the handler tested the pleasure/pain rings that hung from Jess' nipples and clitoral hood she felt a tingly sense of pleasure flow from her breasts and pussy through her chest and stomach and thighs, then all over her body. The pleasure built until her crotch throbbed and leaked. Her muscles contracted and she wiggled as much as she could in her suspended yoke restraint. Now, somehow, the pleasure went up yet another notch. She could feel every heartbeat and breath, and intense waves of pleasure crashed against her body making her fingers and toes curl, her ass cheeks clench and her head shake.
As the handlers expertly tested the remote on Jess she felt the intense pleasure slowly ebb, allowing her to breath and savor the aftershocks of her orgasm. The pleasure/pain settings continued to push toward pain, and Jess could feel almost an itch develop in her permanently hard nipples and still throbbing clit. She squirmed at the sensation, which now became a burning. Jess grunted in alarm and shook her tits and gyrated her hips, trying to find something to rub her exposed pussy on. Now it felt like pins were poking her clit and nipples. Jess couldn't stop grunting and moaning, one would assume from pain only, if they didn't notice her soaked thighs. She writhed, desperately seeking relief.
"You can stop the test there," a new voice, that of a trainer, said to the disinterested handlers. "Any more and I think this slut would pass out. This was a good catch," he said. The trainer took the remote and the handlers left the room to get cleaned up and attend to newly captured sluts. As they passed the offices meetings and calls could be overheard where sluts were ordered, research was done on client desires and interests and training orders were written up and assigned.
The trainer approached Jess, reading over the training orders. He needed to condition her to behave and respond as the women of the intended owner's fantasy and favorite porno movies and stories. This one would be fairly conventional, as far as they went. A complete slut, always happy to suck and fuck, no modesty or sense of shame, aroused by the reassuring words of her owner. There was just one thing she'd need some special treatment for.
"I need a tongue machine in training bay 3," the trainer said into a wireless ear piece he wore. Jess heard his voice and spun to face him, though she could not see through the scarf covering her eyes.
Sweat covered Jess, giving her skin a shine like that of the control top stockings and heels she still wore, the only clothing that had been left on her, and the shine of her pleasure/pain rings hanging from her nipples and clit hood. The sweat matted her hair against her face, and soaked the yoke she wore. Her full breasts had a beautiful shine to them as they heaved, shaking the rings hanging from her freshly pierced nipples. Her mind, finally relieved of the sensations of pain and pleasure raced with thoughts of what lay ahead for her in the hands of these men so willing to harshly and casually handle her, expose her, torture and pleasure her.
The trainer undid Jess' blindfold. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light and she tried to make sense of where she was and what she saw. The trainer smiled at her and moved on to undo the ball gag, which popped from her mouth, dripping saliva. "A lovely sight," the trainer said, admiring her swollen lips, sweat covered face and mouth dripping with spit, as if a hard cock had just been pulled from her mouth. Jess' eyes bulged with confusion, excitement and terror at the smiling trainer. Her lower stomach tightened and her upper inner thighs quivered.
"Jess, you're a very lucky young slut," the trainer told her as he admiringly extended his hand to her pussy and started fingering and flicking her soaked sex. Jess gasped, trying to force her hungry body down to get more contact. "You've been purchased for a wealthy, handsome and very nice young man. Now you and I will train you for your life of sexual servitude and pleasure.
