[Slave Shop]

The premium display room in Suzy’s shop is quiet except for the soft hum of the climate control. Four newly collared women stand naked on the raised platforms, still looking stunned. The court and management papers on the side table are clear: BLACKPINK’s popularity collapsed, the company cut losses, and the four of them were sold into lifetime slavery to cover the remaining debts. They are brand new to this.

Jisoo stands the straightest, chin lifted, long dark hair falling over one shoulder. Her expression is pure aristocratic disgust.

Jisoo : "This is completely unacceptable. Do you have any idea who we are? Or were. We don’t belong in a place that smells like cheap leather and desperation."

Jennie’s arms are crossed tightly over her chest even though the collar makes the posture awkward. She looks around the room like she’s rating a failed restaurant.

Jennie : "The lighting is terrible. The platforms are tacky. And these collars are clearly not designer. If you’re going to strip us and sell us, at least have the decency to use better materials."

Rosé’s voice is softer, but the quiet snobbery is still there. She keeps glancing at the other three as if hoping this is some elaborate, poorly designed prank.

Rosé : "This atmosphere is horrible. It feels like a discount warehouse for people who used to matter. I refuse to believe this is permanent."

Lisa is the most restless, shifting her weight, eyes sharp with a mix of anger and disbelief. She still tries to sound like the one with the upper hand.

Lisa : "You’re seriously putting us on display like this? We used to fill stadiums. Now we’re standing here naked for whoever walks in with money? This is the worst flex I’ve ever seen."

Suzy walks along the line with her usual casual clipboard, speaking like she’s restocking everyday inventory.

Suzy : "BLACKPINK. Fresh intake. Lost the popularity, lost the contracts, lost the freedom. All four of them are new to the collar, so expect attitude. Prices are high because the names still carry weight… for now."

Jisoo’s eyes narrow.

Jisoo : "High prices or not, I will not be touched by anyone who doesn’t understand quality. This entire situation is beneath us."

Jennie lets out a short, cold laugh.

Jennie : "Beneath us is an understatement. We used to walk red carpets. Now we’re standing on plywood. Charming."

Rosé’s voice drops, still elegant, still judgmental.

Rosé : "I can already tell the clientele here has terrible taste. The way they’re looking at us… it’s embarrassing for everyone involved."

Lisa smirks, but the collar keeps her from looking as free as she wants.

Lisa : "When someone finally buys us, they better be rich enough to make this insult worth it. Otherwise I’m going to keep talking until they regret it."

The four of them remain on the platforms—naked, collared, new to slavery, and still very much talking.

[Slave Training]

The training wing of Suzy’s premium shop is colder and brighter than the display floor. Four heavy restraint frames have been prepared specifically for the new BLACKPINK intake. The goal is simple: break them just enough to raise their market value without fully destroying the “famous face” premium.

Jisoo is locked into an upright X-frame, wrists and ankles spread wide. A thick, slow-thrusting dildo works steadily in and out of her pussy while smaller vibrating pads press against both nipples. Her expression is still pure aristocratic fury.

Jisoo : "This is barbaric. You think strapping me to a machine and calling it ‘training’ somehow increases my worth? I am not some common product you polish for sale."

Jennie is bent forward over a padded bench, ass raised, a dual-ended machine fucking both her holes in a relentless rhythm. Electrode clips on her clit deliver a sharp pulse every time her legs start to shake. Her voice is tight with anger and growing strain.

Jennie : "This equipment is cheap. The rhythm is crude. And if you think turning me into a dripping mess is going to make rich buyers more interested, you’re as tasteless as this room."

Rosé is mounted in a saddle device, a large dildo buried deep inside her while a second thinner one works her ass. Soft suction cups pull at her breasts. Her eyes are already half-glazed, the constant stimulation pulling her under even as she tries to keep her soft, judgmental tone.

Rosé : "The atmosphere… is still horrible… and this feels… wrong… I don’t want to get used to this…"

Lisa is on her knees in a low restraint frame, wrists locked behind her back, a thick training cock fixed in front of her face. A staff member is currently guiding it in and out of her throat while a vibrator is strapped hard against her clit. She still tries to glare between gags.

Lisa : "Ghhk— you think choking me on this thing makes me more expensive? I’ll still talk shit about whoever buys me—"

Suzy walks slowly along the line, clipboard in hand, speaking in her usual everyday tone as if discussing inventory improvements.

Suzy : "All four are still new. That’s why the attitude is high. We’re not trying to finish the break today—just enough stimulation, enough forced orgasms, enough humiliation to make the ‘former idols still fighting’ package more valuable. Buyers pay extra for the ones who look expensive even when they’re dripping."

Jisoo’s hips jerk against the restraints as the machine speeds up slightly. She forces the words out through clenched teeth.

Jisoo : "I will never look like I belong here. No matter how many times you make my body react."

Jennie lets out a sharp, unwilling moan when the next electric pulse hits her clit, but her eyes stay cold.

Jennie : "Note it down. I came. That doesn’t mean I’ve accepted any of this."

Rosé’s head tips forward, a soft, dazed sound leaving her throat as the dual stimulation keeps grinding into her. She still tries to speak clearly.

Rosé : "I… still hate the lighting… and the way this feels… but I can’t… think straight…"

Lisa is pulled off the training cock just long enough to cough and speak, spit still connecting her lower lip to the toy.

Lisa : "When someone finally pays for us, they better be ready for the attitude that comes with the name. This ‘training’ isn’t going to erase who we are."

Suzy marks something on her clipboard and glances toward the observation glass where potential buyers can watch.

Suzy : "Defiant ones on the left, starting to slip on the right. Perfect mix. Their price just went up again."

The machines continue their steady work. Jisoo and Jennie keep glaring and talking back between forced reactions. Rosé’s eyes grow more unfocused with every thrust. Lisa still tries to smirk even with the next length of the training cock pushing back into her throat. None of them have been sold yet. The training is only making them more expensive.

[Extreme Slave Training]

The extreme training room is louder and hotter than the previous wing. Multiple restraint stations have been dragged together so the four collared women can be used at the same time. The goal tonight is simple: burn the last of their snobbery out of them and turn every one of them into open, cock-hungry sluts to push the final sale price higher.

Jisoo is on her back on a low padded table, legs forced wide by a spreader bar, wrists locked above her head. Two men are already using her—one buried deep in her pussy, the other kneeling over her face. A third waits with his cock in hand.

Man 1 : "Former queen still tries to look elegant with a dick in her. Look at that tight cunt gripping me."

Man 2 : "Open wider. You’re not on a red carpet anymore. You’re just a hole that used to be famous."

Jisoo : "Harder… please, just keep filling me… I need more cock—"

She is no longer arguing. Her voice is raw and hungry, hips lifting to meet every thrust while the second man pushes back into her throat.

Jennie is on all fours in the center of a small circle of men. One is fucking her from behind, another has her hair in his fist and is using her mouth, while two more stroke themselves and wait their turn. Her once-perfect posture is gone; she is pushing back greedily.

Man 3 : "Fashion princess turned into a drooling slut. Take it deeper."

Man 4 : "She used to judge restaurants. Now she’s just happy to get fed cock."

Jennie : "Don’t stop… use every hole… I’ll stay like this as long as you keep giving it to me—"

Rosé sits on the floor nearby, already completely glazed. Thick ropes of cum cover her face, hair, breasts, and stomach. Two more men are still standing over her, stroking, while a third pushes his cock between her sticky lips. She swallows what she can and opens her mouth again for more.

Man 5 : "Look at the artistic one. Covered like a cheap onahole. Still asking for the next load."

Man 6 : "Open up. We’re not done painting you yet."

Rosé : "More… please cover me again… I want to taste it… I don’t care how messy I look anymore…"

Lisa is on her knees in front of a line of standing men. She moves from cock to cock without being told, taking each one into her throat as deep as she can, spit running down her chin and onto her chest. Every time she pulls off one, she immediately reaches for the next.

Man 7 : "Dancer mouth is the best so far. No gag reflex left."

Man 8 : "Keep that tongue out. You’re not a star anymore—you’re the shop’s best cocksucker in training."

Lisa : "Next… give me the next one… I want all of them… I’ll swallow everything, just don’t take them away—"

A trainer walks between the stations with a thick dual-ended dildo in one hand and a remote in the other, speaking casually while the men keep working.

Trainer : "Perfect. All four are fully cock-hungry now. No more brand talk, no more red-carpet attitude. Just open mouths and open holes. This is the version that sells for the highest price."

He presses the dual dildo into Rosé’s already cum-slicked pussy and ass at the same time, making her moan around the cock in her mouth. Then he moves to Jisoo and adds a third toy alongside the two men, stretching her further while she whimpers for more.

Jennie is rotated onto her back so two men can take her together, one in each hole, while she reaches out blindly for any cock still free. Lisa never leaves her knees, throat working nonstop. Rosé tilts her face up every time another man finishes, letting the fresh cum land wherever it falls.

The room is filled with wet sounds, heavy breathing, and the constant filthy praise of the men using them. All four BLACKPINK members—once elegant, snobbish, and untouchable—are now nothing but eager, cock-starved training stock, and every reaction is being recorded to raise their final price even higher.

[Pussy-Dildo Game]

The training room has been cleared to a single open mat. Two thick, ridged double-ended dildos lie ready. Suzy stands in the center with her clipboard, speaking in her usual flat, everyday voice.

Suzy : "Simple rules. Hands bound behind your backs. One double-ended toy between each pair. Whoever cums first loses and goes straight to charity tonight. The winner stays in the premium stock. Jennie versus Jisoo. Lisa versus Rosé. Start when the toys are in."

Staff lock the four women’s wrists behind them. The first double-ended dildo is forced deep into Jennie and Jisoo at the same time, stretching both of them until their hips are pressed close, legs tangled. The second toy is shoved into Lisa and Rosé the same way. The moment the lengths are fully seated, both pairs are left to struggle against each other.

Jennie and Jisoo immediately start grinding, each trying to force the thick toy deeper into the other while keeping control of their own reactions.

Jennie : "You’re not lasting longer than me. I’ve taken worse than this already. Move properly so I can make you break first."

Jisoo : "Keep talking. Every time you push, it hits me too—but I’ll make sure you finish before I do. Charity is waiting for the first one who drips."

They rock harder. The shared dildo drags in and out of both cunts with every desperate roll of their hips. Wet sounds fill the space between them. Jennie’s thighs start to tremble; Jisoo’s breathing turns sharp and uneven. Neither can pull away. Every thrust they give is also a thrust they receive.

Suzy : "Faster. Buyers are watching the feed. The longer the fight, the higher the final bids on the winner."

On the other side of the mat, Lisa and Rosé are locked the same way. The thick toy forces their pussies open against each other. Lisa tries to set a brutal pace; Rosé answers with smaller, grinding circles that make both of them shake.

Lisa : "Come on, Rosé. You always looked soft. Let’s see how long that pretty face lasts when you’re forced to fuck yourself on the same dick as me."

Rosé : "I’m not going to charity… I’ll make you cum first even if I have to ruin both of us doing it… nhh—"

Lisa slams her hips forward. The dildo punches deep into both of them at once. Rosé’s head tips back with a broken moan, but she immediately rolls her pelvis in a tight circle that forces the ridges to drag hard across Lisa’s clit from the inside. Both girls are panting, sweat already shining on their collared necks.

Jennie suddenly gasps, body locking up as the shared toy hits a perfect angle. Jisoo feels the same wave through the connected length and pushes even harder, trying to shove Jennie over the edge.

Jennie : "Fuck—don’t you dare— I’m not losing to you—"

Jisoo : "Then stop dripping around it. You’re already close. I can feel you clenching on my end."

Lisa’s rhythm turns frantic. Rosé is crying out with every grind, the double-ended cock shiny with both of them. Neither pair can use their hands. The only weapons are their hips, their desperation, and the thick toy that punishes both sides equally.

Suzy : "First one to cum gets the charity collar and the street. The other three stay expensive. Keep going until someone breaks."

The two pairs keep scissoring on the shared dildos, moaning, cursing, and grinding without mercy, each woman fighting to force the other to finish first while her own body betrays her with every forced thrust.

[Put To Free Use]

The side street behind the old market is already crowded. Suzy’s staff keep a loose perimeter with shock-collar remotes, but otherwise the four collared women have been left as “charity” for the night. Anyone can use them.

Jisoo and Jennie are bound side-by-side on a pair of heavy wooden tables dragged into the open. Wrists and ankles locked, legs forced wide. A line of hobos and random passers-by has already formed. One rough-looking man is buried deep inside Jisoo while another takes Jennie at the same time. More men wait their turn, stroking themselves openly.

Hobo 1 : "Ex-idol cunt still feels expensive. Move those hips, rich girl."

Passerby 1 : "The other one used to walk fashion shows. Look at her now—just another hole on a table."

Jisoo : "Just… get it over with… don’t talk—"

Jennie : "Harder if you’re going to use me… stop wasting time…"

They are no longer fighting the restraints. Both women take the steady, dirty thrusts while more strangers step up to use their mouths or paint their stomachs and breasts with fresh cum.

A few meters away on the open pedestrian path, Lisa is already on her knees without being forced. She moves from man to man on her own, taking every cock offered into her throat with wet, eager sounds. Spit runs down her chin; her eyes are glassy and hungry.

Lisa : "Next… give me the next one… I don’t care who you are, just let me suck it…"

Passerby 2 : "She’s doing it without even being told. True charity slut."

Lisa : "More… I want more cock… keep them coming…"

Rosé lies limp against the low wall nearby, completely spent. Thick layers of cum cover her face, hair, chest, and stomach. Her legs are still open, but she no longer has the strength to move. Occasional drops of fresh cum land on her from men who finish on her while waiting for the tables. She only breathes, eyes half-closed, body used up for the moment.

Passerby 3 : "That one’s finished. Just a cum rag now."

Suzy’s staff watch from a distance, counting heads and making sure the collars stay active. The night continues: Jisoo and Jennie remain bound and openly fucked by whoever steps up, Lisa keeps crawling and sucking of her own will along the pedestrian path, and Rosé stays limp and glazed where she was left.

The charity session has only just started.

[Already Bought, Defiant]

The heavy doors of the mansion close with a soft, final sound. The four collared women stand naked in the wide entrance hall, the last of the staff already gone. Only you remain. The sale is complete. They are yours now—yet none of them look ready to accept it.

Jisoo keeps her chin high, long hair falling neatly down her back despite everything that has been done to her. Her voice is still polished and cold.

Jisoo : "Buying us doesn’t make this place any less vulgar. The ceilings are acceptable, I’ll grant you that, but I will not pretend to be grateful. We are not decorations for your living room."

Jennie’s arms are crossed as tightly as the collar allows. She scans the marble floor and the furniture with visible distaste.

Jennie : "So this is the house of the man who actually paid for us. I expected better lighting. And better taste. Ownership papers don’t suddenly make you sophisticated."

Rosé stands a little apart, expression quietly judgmental even while her body still carries the marks of training.

Rosé : "The atmosphere already feels wrong. Too empty. Too quiet. I refuse to start calling this home just because someone transferred money."

Lisa shifts her weight, still trying to look like the one in control. Her tone is sharp and mocking.

Lisa : "You really spent that much just to drag four ex-idols into your mansion? Bold. Doesn’t mean we’re going to smile and kneel because the collar says you own us. We’re still BLACKPINK. The name didn’t disappear with the contracts."

Jisoo takes one slow step forward, eyes locked on you.

Jisoo : "If you wanted quiet, obedient pets, you bought the wrong set. We will talk. We will judge. And we will remind you every single day that this arrangement is beneath us—even if the law says otherwise."

Jennie lets out a short, humorless breath.

Jennie : "Exactly. You own the bodies. You do not own the standards. Don’t expect us to lower them just because we’re standing naked in your hallway."

Rosé’s voice stays soft, but the quiet defiance is clear.

Rosé : "I’ll follow the rules I have to follow. I won’t pretend to like any of this."

Lisa smirks, collar glinting under the mansion lights.

Lisa : "So, Master. You’ve got the famous four. Still talking. Still difficult. Still not broken the way the shop promised. What now?"

The four of them remain standing—naked, collared, newly bought, and completely defiant—waiting in the silence of your mansion. You say nothing.

[Already Bought, Obedient]

The mansion is quiet. The four collared women no longer stand with their chins raised or their arms crossed. Whatever fight they still carried when they first walked through the doors is gone. They have submitted completely.

Jisoo is the first to lower herself to her knees on the soft carpet, posture elegant even in surrender. Her voice is calm and soft.

Jisoo : "I’m yours now, Master. No more complaints. No more judgment. Just tell me how you want me and I’ll obey."

Jennie sinks down beside her without hesitation, hands resting on her thighs, eyes lowered.

Jennie : "I won’t argue about taste or quality anymore. My body is yours to use however you like. I’ll stay exactly where you put me."

Rosé kneels a little more gracefully, long hair falling forward as she bows her head.

Rosé : "I accept it. The collar, the house, everything. I’ll be quiet and obedient from now on. Please use me as you wish."

Lisa is the last to drop to her knees, but there is no smirk left on her face—only open readiness.

Lisa : "I’m done talking back. I’m your slave now. I’ll dance, I’ll suck, I’ll take whatever you give me. Just order me and I’ll do it."

All four remain kneeling in a neat line in the middle of your living room, naked, collared, and fully submitted. Their earlier snobbery has been replaced by quiet, complete willingness. They wait in silence for your first command.

You remain silent.