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by Clare Seven
Inga Bergqvist was remarkable. Beautiful, desirable, intelligent and highly skilled as an investment lawyer, she had just one weakness: she could not resist using clients’ money to maintain her own extravagant lifestyle. In a world where slavery for debt was the norm, it was inevitable that sooner or later she would find herself sentenced to a lifetime of servitude, declared “legal for all purposes” and sold at auction.
Just as inevitably, Quentin Scales, business partner of the notorious, sadistic Rupert Caine, was at the auction and prepared to spend whatever it cost to acquire this unique possession. Besides her obvious physical attributes, breaking Inga’s spirit to make her suitably submissive would be a challenge that Caine would welcome.
Published: 5 / 2015 No. words: 29,600
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Strong BDSM Content, Male Dom – M/F, Sex Slavery / Training 
Lisa was gasping audibly as she reached the front of the crowd of women. There, in front of everyone, Kerry was being forced to strip in front of the old wooden stocks, as Barker shouted out her punishment.
“Kerry here, knew the risks and knew the repercussions. She’s taken the whip before, so she knows the pain of failure, as many of you do,” he said loudly. Had he said whip? Did that explain the welts on Kerry’s back that she had seen, Lisa thought to herself.
“Three demerits is serious, especially so when it has been earned on behalf of another. Kerry removed her top and sandals as he spoke, pulling down her bikini briefs to reveal her auburn pubic hair, still curled and sweating from her efforts at the oar. She stepped out of the shorts, removing the last vestiges of her clothing before standing naked, her arms now pinioned to her sides by two of the ‘coaches’.
“Kerry will spend three days, naked, in the wide stocks,” Barker announced.
The crowd gasped. Even Kerry, who must have been expecting something lesser, Lisa guessed, seemed taken aback, as tears formed in her eyes.
“Barker. You bastard,” she hissed. “No one does three days.”
“Until now. Put her in and chain her,” he responded, almost smiling as he said it, as if Kerry’s suffering was something that he wanted to witness. They began to push Kerry, naked and barefoot, toward one of the massive wooden structures. The three to four foot width between the narrow ankle-holes, and the imagined tortuous discomfort of it, was the last thing Lisa saw before surging forward.
“No! You can’t do this to her!” she screamed wildly, moving into one of the coaches and beating his back in an attempt to free Kerry.
“Lisa!” Kerry hissed in response, trying to turn and stop her. “There’s nothing you can do.”
By now, Barker had grasped Lisa around the waist and pulled her back.
“Get back, or you’ll get the stocks and the lash!”
Lisa was seething with anger. What sort of training facility allowed this sort of thing to happen? It was incredible. She looked back at the women standing watching, most of whom seemed terrified, except Angie, who appeared to be watching attentively as a naked Kerry was pushed onto the thick rough wooden bench, and had her wrists pushed behind her and attached to the rusting manacles. She grunted loudly as the coaches gripped her legs at the ankle and pulled them apart, displaying her lewdly as they dropped her ankles into the rough cut-outs in the ancient looking timber, and then dropping the upper beam into place, securing her feet. Kerry winced at the stretch that splayed her wide, and turned her feet slightly in the contrivance as the stocks were locked.
“You can’t leave her like this. For three days?” Lisa shouted into the wind, which had picked up now and was being joined by a light rain. She was still held forcibly by Barker, but had given up most of her struggling.
“Move it!” a coach shouted at the staring group. “Leave her to her punishment.”
Lisa was pushed along with group, even as she looked longingly back at Kerry, chained and awkwardly displayed in her bondage.
“What’s your name, new girl?” Barker hissed at her as they walked, and he pushed her.
“Lisa Brennan,” she barked.
He nodded as they neared the compound.
“For her actions in trying to free the prisoner, Lisa Brennan will take ten lashes of the whip.”
She gasped, noticing also that the almost naked Angie clapped her hands with glee at the prospect.
“No. NO!”
