After her sale, the guards take Helene to the preparation room. Also the waiting room. A little tag "SOLD" pierces her left ear, a board is hung from her collar and a locket tells her state. Like the others slaves, Helene is marked "SOLD" on her body with a big red ink pad. She has been sold as a "sex-slave" and that has been written on her belly.

A little while ago I've noticed that one of the guards wanted Helene. I would hope that he will comply with my orders.

Then, like others sold slaves, she is chained to the wall, her legs spreaded with a long bar. Wide opened. And to keep them busy, while they are waiting for their packing and their dispatch, a long handle with a big dildo is padlocked to the bar. As a preferential treatment, I has told that she was plugged.

-Always pointed, you ? Mmmmm ? Is that girl making you feel like that ?

- Mmmrrff.

- Sorry, her use is reserved.

- Here is your property, Your Excellency. A class one merchandise, I guarantee you. Give me the handled vibrator. Your Excellency, you are going to ear as she sings

I know the way Helene sings when she starts. She is taken all over: her womb, her mouth and her back. When I am going to put the vibrator on her bud, that is going to make... things.

Actually, it isn't long coming. Despite her bonds, despite the handled-dildo nailing her quartered, despite the big ballgag filling her mouth, ma dear Helene starts to fidget, to protest, let out little cries. Little by little, they turn into hootings then into screams. Every starts, she is impaled more on the dildo and the plug deep-plows her anus.