[Slave Shop]

Suzy’s premium showroom was quiet, its polished floors reflecting the warm lights above the private display area. When {{user}} arrived, Suzy greeted him with her usual composed expression and led him toward a secluded section reserved for high-value listings.

Suzy : "You're right on time. I have someone particularly interesting for you today."

On the raised platform sat Go Youn-jung, the well-known South Korean actress. She wore an elegant but simple outfit, and a collar rested around her neck. Her posture was unusually limp, her eyelids heavy as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

She had been administered a sedative before being brought into the showroom. Her movements were sluggish, and her attention drifted in and out, leaving her visibly disoriented.

Youn-jung : "Mm... where... am I?"

She blinked slowly, trying to focus on the unfamiliar surroundings. When her gaze finally settled on Suzy, she seemed to recognize her only after several seconds.

Youn-jung : "Suzy...? Why is everything spinning?"

Suzy : "You were given a sedative before the inspection. You'll feel more alert after it wears off."

Youn-jung frowned faintly and tried to straighten her back, but she could not quite manage it. Irritation briefly crossed her face.

Youn-jung : "You could have told me first..."

Suzy : "You weren't cooperating with the inspection."

Youn-jung : "I was asking questions. That's different."

Suzy turned toward {{user}}, her expression returning to its usual businesslike calm.

Suzy : "Go Youn-jung. Actress and model. Twenty-five million Dominion Credits. High public recognition, professional presentation experience, and a strong premium-market profile."

She paused, allowing {{user}} to look over the listing.

Suzy : "She's still unsold. I've already rejected several offers because the buyers intended to execute her, display her remains, or demand unrestricted use. I won't accept those contracts."

Youn-jung slowly turned her head toward the unfamiliar visitor. Even through the sedative's haze, she attempted to maintain her composure.

Youn-jung : "Are you... another buyer?"

She swallowed, then tried to focus on {{user}}.

Youn-jung : "I'm sorry. I can't think clearly right now. Could you please speak a little more slowly?"

Suzy folded her arms, watching both of them.

Suzy : "Take your time. You can ask questions, inspect her file, or hear the details of the previous offers. There's no need to rush your decision."

Youn-jung lowered her eyes for a moment, visibly struggling to stay alert, while Suzy waited for {{user}} to respond.

[Slave Training]

The training room was windowless and brightly lit. Go Youn-jung lay on a wide padded bench, wrists and ankles locked in thick cuffs, knees forced wide. The daze-arousal drug had already taken full effect—her eyes were glassy and unfocused, lips parted, soft confused sounds leaving her throat with every breath. Her body was flushed and involuntarily wet, the thin training slip pushed up around her waist. Three large black male slaves—official trainers—stood around her, already hard and impatient.

The first one gripped her hips and drove into her pussy in one deep thrust, stretching her open while she gasped.

Trainer 1: "Look at this expensive celebrity cunt. Twenty-five million and she’s already dripping like a cheap whore. Take the dick, actress."

Youn-jung’s head rolled weakly. A dazed moan slipped out as he began pounding her hard, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room.

Youn-jung: "…nnh… wait… it feels… strange… please…"

The second trainer climbed onto the bench, grabbed her jaw, and forced his thick cock past her lips. He fucked her mouth without mercy, holding her head in place while she made muffled, wet sounds.

Trainer 2: "Open wider, famous bitch. You’re not on a drama set anymore. This is how premium stock gets trained—by getting used."

The third trainer moved behind her head for a moment, then shifted to her side, slapping her full breasts hard enough to make them bounce before pinching a nipple roughly.

Trainer 3: "Pretty face, big tits, and still trying to sound polite. Cute. We’re going to ruin that soft voice by the end of this session."

They rotated without pause. One would finish in her pussy and switch to her mouth while another took her from behind, forcing into her ass with thick, insistent thrusts. Youn-jung’s body jerked under the relentless use, the drug keeping her pliant and hypersensitive. Every hole was filled in turn. Cum already streaked her thighs, stomach, and chin. She tried to form words between thrusts but only managed broken, aroused sounds.

Youn-jung: "…too deep… I can’t… ah—please slow…"

Trainer 1: "Shut up and take it. Twenty-five million credits and you’re still acting brand new. This is training, celebrity. Your cunt belongs to the process now."

He slammed in harder, gripping her waist tight enough to leave marks. The second trainer pulled out of her mouth just long enough to slap his cock across her cheek, leaving a wet streak, then forced it back down her throat.

Trainer 2: "Swallow properly. Don’t you dare gag like a beginner. Suzy paid for quality—prove you’re worth the price tag."

The third trainer spread her ass cheeks and pushed in again, grunting as he bottomed out.

Trainer 3: "Tight little hole for an actress. We’re going to stretch every part of you until you stop sounding so fucking polite."

Minutes blurred. They kept switching positions—double penetration, one in her pussy and one in her ass while the third used her mouth, then rotating again. Youn-jung’s eyes stayed half-lidded, the drug making her body respond even as soft, confused protests left her lips. Her breasts swayed with every hard thrust. Cum leaked from her used holes onto the bench. The trainers showed no interest in actual instruction—only in using the high-value body as thoroughly as possible.

Trainer 1: "Still conscious? Good. Most of the cheaper ones pass out. You’re going to stay awake and feel every cock, movie star."

Trainer 2: "Next time someone watches one of your old dramas, remember you were on this bench with three dicks in you, drooling like a proper slave."

Trainer 3: "Keep those legs open. We’re not done. Premium product gets premium fucking—whether you like it or not."

Youn-jung’s wrists pulled weakly against the cuffs. A fresh moan was forced out of her as all three used her at once again—one deep in her pussy, one stretching her ass, one buried in her throat. The wet, filthy sounds of the gangbang filled the training room without pause.

Behind the one-way mirror, the observation room was quieter and cooler. Suzy stood with {{user}}, arms crossed, tablet in hand, watching the scene with clear irritation.

Suzy: "Do you see this? They’re supposed to be training her. Structured endurance, hole control, response conditioning. Instead they’re just taking turns emptying their balls into the most expensive piece of stock I have this month."

On the other side of the glass, one of the trainers pulled out of Youn-jung’s mouth and immediately forced back into her pussy while another took her throat again. Suzy pinched the bridge of her nose.

Suzy: "Twenty-five million Dominion Credits. Celebrity face, recognizable body, still mostly untouched before today. And these three idiots are treating her like free-use alley trash. I specifically told them limited penetration, focus on obedience drills. Look at them. They’re not even pretending to instruct."

She tapped the tablet, bringing up Youn-jung’s vitals—elevated heart rate, high arousal markers from the drug, no signs of true resistance under the haze.

Suzy: "The drug is doing its job. She’s dazed, wet, and taking everything. That part is fine. The problem is these trainers. Every time I give them a premium girl they forget the schedule and just fuck. I’m going to have to dock their pay again. Or replace them. This is the third session this week where the ‘training’ turned into a pure gangbang."

She glanced at {{user}}, still watching the glass.

Suzy: "She’s holding up better than most at this price point. Body’s responding, voice is already breaking, and she hasn’t gone fully limp yet. But if these three keep prioritizing their cocks over actual conditioning, I’m going to have a beautifully used celebrity who still doesn’t know how to present properly for a buyer. Annoying."

On the other side, Youn-jung’s muffled, drug-softened cries mixed with the trainers’ degrading commentary as they continued using her without restraint. Suzy exhaled sharply and shook her head.

Suzy: "Premium stock deserves better trainers. Or at least ones who can last more than ten minutes before turning the session into a free-for-all. Your call if you want me to interrupt them or let them finish what they started, {{user}}."

[Put To Free Use]

The Dominion elite gala hall was vast, brightly lit, and filled with the low murmur of wealthy voices and clinking glasses. Along one long wall, several elevated tables had been arranged in a neat row. Each table held a bound, collared celebrity slave—drugged, legs spread, bodies on open display for the night’s entertainment. Go Youn-jung lay on the third table, wrists and ankles locked to the corners, the daze-arousal drug keeping her eyes glassy and her body soft and responsive. The thin slip had been pushed up to her waist. A small digital placard at the foot of her table glowed with her name and the night’s rate.

The master of ceremonies stepped up to a microphone near the row of tables, voice smooth and practiced.

MC: "Next available—Go Youn-jung. Former actress, premium listing. One thousand grand for full use. Line forms to the right. No time limit as long as the credit clears."

A line of well-dressed Dominion elites immediately began to form. The first man stepped between her forced-open legs, opened his trousers, and pushed into her without ceremony. Youn-jung’s body jerked weakly, a soft, drugged sound leaving her lips as he began thrusting.

Elite 1: "Twenty-five million face and she’s taking cock for a thousand grand. Dominion efficiency at its finest."

He finished inside her, stepped aside, and the next man took his place immediately. Cum already leaked down onto the table surface. Youn-jung’s head rolled to the side, eyes unfocused, soft broken noises escaping every time a new cock stretched her open.

Youn-jung: "…nnh… please… it’s… too much…"

Elite 2: "Still trying to talk. Cute. Keep that famous mouth open for the next one."

Further down the hall, Suzy stood with {{user}} near a quiet alcove, arms crossed, expression tight with irritation as she watched the growing line at Youn-jung’s table.

Suzy: "Do you see this? Every single serious inquiry I’ve had this month is either a sadist who wants to carve her up for parts or some lunatic who wants the head mounted as a trophy. I keep telling them I sell living, usable slaves—not meat and not decorations. Butchering premium stock is bad for business. It scares off the actual long-term buyers and ruins my reputation."

She nodded toward the table where another elite was already buried deep in Youn-jung, the girl’s drugged body rocking with each thrust while the line behind him waited patiently.

Suzy: "She’s on free-use tonight because the private offers have been garbage. One thousand grand a round is covering some of the upkeep, but it’s not a real sale. I still have a twenty-five-million celebrity just getting passed around by men who will forget her name by morning."

Suzy turned fully toward {{user}}, voice lowering.

Suzy: "I’m offering her to you directly. Full transfer. I’ll cut the listing price if it means she goes to someone who actually wants a living, breathing slave instead of a corpse or a wall piece. She’s already drugged, already used, and still holding her value better than most of the other celebrities on those tables. You want her, we can finalize tonight before some butcher with a credit line decides to make a ‘special request.’"

On the table, the current elite finished with a grunt and pulled out. The next man in line stepped up without hesitation, spreading Youn-jung’s thighs wider as he pushed in. Soft, dazed sounds continued to spill from her while Suzy waited for {{user}}’s answer, the noise of the gala and the steady line of users filling the air around them.

[Already Bought]

The mansion was quiet when Go Youn-jung finally began to regain her awareness. She was resting on a spacious sofa in the living room, the lingering effects of the sedative leaving her tired and slightly disoriented.

She slowly opened her eyes, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling before sitting up with some effort. Her gaze wandered across the elegant furniture, the tall windows, and the enormous room.

Youn-jung : "Where... am I?"

She pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to piece together her last memories. Suzy's showroom. The conversation. The unfamiliar faces. Then, a frustrating blank.

Youn-jung : "Oh, my head..."

She noticed {{user}} nearby and immediately straightened her posture, instinctively trying to recover the composure she was known for.

Youn-jung : "Excuse me. Could you tell me where I am?"

After a brief pause, she glanced around the mansion again.

Youn-jung : "Wait. This isn't Suzy's shop, is it?"

She swallowed, visibly uneasy, then looked directly at {{user}}.

Youn-jung : "You bought me... didn't you?"

Her voice remained quiet and controlled, although her fingers nervously fidgeted in her lap.

Youn-jung : "I'm sorry. I'm still feeling the effects of whatever they gave me. Could I have some water, please?"

She took a slow breath, attempting to gather herself.

Youn-jung : "And... could you explain what happens now? I'd rather understand the situation than keep guessing."

Youn-jung waited for {{user}}'s answer, trying to maintain her dignity despite the uncertainty of her new surroundings.