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And Kelly thought she had found a way out…

A dark and nasty story….

Kelly’s watery eyes went as huge as possible as the lecherous man sat the worn brown leather tool bag down on the stained floor in front of her. He didn’t say a word to her at this point as her terrified eyes watched.

He didn’t have to. The evil grin on his face telling her all she needed to know as she anxiously watched him open the bag and then begin pulling out tools, one at a time.

He made sure to pass each one if front of her eyes, before laying the tools out on the rough wood surface of the creaking table she was currently laid across. Her body aching terribly from the vicious hog tie he held her captive in.

She rocked on the table and whimpered loudly as he waved a set of terrible looking vice grip pliers in front of her whimpering face. He placed them on the table beside her right hip, the cool metal touching her bare skin.

Then he pulled out a long screwdriver, another pair of pliers and a horrific looking serrated knife. She shook violently as he drew the tip of the razor sharp blade along the exposed skin of the side of her athletically well toned body.

He caressed her quivering face as she sobbed into her intrusive jaw aching ball gag. His aroused body smell strong as he stepped so close to her panicked face, the wet tip of his cock, fully exposed and jutting straight out from his jean’s crotch, slid up her damp tear covered cheek.

Pushing his cock around her terrified face, he then leaned over her shuddering naked body, so his sweaty hairy balls mashed into her nose. Kelly felt him grasp the ropes that kept her elbows painfully stuck together and her wrists bound unrelentingly to her shivering feet and trapped bent back legs.

“Got to make sure you can’t squirm out of these, sweetie pie. You were doin so much wriggling around in the back of the van, I thought for sure you would get your pretty feet free.”

He then traced his fingers around the soles of Kelly’s wriggling feet, tickling them so her whole body once again thrashed and her gagged mouth squealed loudly. Keeping his left hand gripping the thick braids of rope keeping her brutally hogtied, he used his right to mercilessly tickle her feet.

Keeping it up until she was screaming nonstop and rocking back and forth under him in a useless attempt to somehow alleviate his cruel touch. Her face mired in his hairy balls and musky crotch, snot dripping from her panting nose as he finally pulled his hands away.

“Well slut, that ends the innocent fun stage…. of your abduction and long drawn out rape and torture!” he sneered down into her face.

“Now we get to work laying out all the fun tools I am gonna use on your bound up sweet body. If all goes well, by tomorrow or maybe even tonight, you will be an utterly broken, sobbing and drooling mess, ready to do what ever sick fuckin thing I tell you to do.”

He ran his hand again thru Kelly’s long blonde hair and grasped a bunch. He wrenched hard on her head making her terrified snivelling face stare up at his deeply menacing one.

“I bet by tomorrow morning, if I tell you to stick your pretty tongue in my asshole and clean it, you’ll ask ‘how deep my commanding and powerful sir.” He mocked her, raising his voice in a high pitched tone for the last part of his statement.

“But that’s if I ungag you… bitch…and right now I have no plans to. Though….”

He scratched his lightly bearded chin and then grasped his cock. Once again, he moved his naked hips forward and with the tip of his long hard dick, he drew precum circles on her humiliated and truly horrified face.

“Though you do have such pretty lips to wrap around a cock, maybe I will take out your gag and let you suck on me for a while. Nothing like watching a pretty stuck up slut plead and try to please the sadistic fucker who wants to make her hurt!….And speaking of..” He growled down into her distraught face.

He reached back down into the tool bag of items he had lugged into the windowless room. An unfinished basement room, hung with ropes and chain, that he had carried her flailing about hogtied body down into.

He lifted out a propane blowtorch, a hammer, and a glass jar that clattered. He shook the jar at her eye level, grinning as he said, “Pins and needles, lots of pins and needles to decorate your pretty tits and toes with.”

As he sat the jar and couple long shiny wood screws on the table near her quaking hip, he told her what he wanted,

“So here’s the thing princess, I am gonna take that gag out of your pretty drooling mouth and then I am gonna stick my cock in there. I am gonna slide my dick in over your greedy pink tongue and you are gonna wrap your pretty lips around my dick and suck me hard, like you really love it.”

He then cupped her trembling chin. Lifting her terrified face up, so her disbelieving eyes met his.

“And you are gonna suck and suck. Until I spew shots of hot cum down your gasping wet throat. And you are gonna swallow my load like a good little cock lovin whore. Got it?”

Grabbing the top of her long hair, he wrenched her head even higher up. He picked up the long large flat head screwdriver, stating,

“And why so willingly will you suck and swallow on my dick? like the cock loving slut you should be?”

Kelly groaned into the gag as the ache in her shoulders increased and the pain of him pulling her hair travelled all thru her scalp. Her fear and panic obvious as he smiled down on her and she heard him tell her,

“Cause if I heat up this big old screwdriver and drag it thru the sweet folds of your innocent delicate pussy, you will experience pain like you never have before, as I dig its white hot tip into your poor little clit and I sizzle the little bud down to a blackened nub.”

He took the blow torch and then adjusted the nozzle, preparing to fire it up. “But if you’re willing to diligently suck me off, and obediently swallow down all my spunk, as I cum in your gasping slutty throat…Well then we’ll leave this puppy off…for now.”

He began to laugh as he looked down at his nameless, to him, captive. Kelly’s pretty blonde haired head now bobbing up and down. Pathetic pleading whines of capitulation coming from her horrified and frightened face.

In her mind Kelly was reeling from his threats and she knew she would do any sick and utterly vile sexual thing he asked of her right now. Though she was disgusted with herself, she saw no other way out of the situation, as it was.

“Well that’s just great!” he shouted as he began to loosen her gag.

The horrid ball thing popped from her mouth, allowing an explosion of pleading that surprised even her. He was grinning lecherously at her as he tossed the gag aside and listened to her beg and whine.

“Please don’t do this, pleassse let me go, pleassse don’t hurt me pleassse, please this hurts…pleassse…I just wanna go home!” she babbled.

Her bound arms and feet now thrashing as she rocked on the table so hard, it creaked loudly and the blowtorch almost fell over. Her next set of pleading words though, were violently cut short as she felt him pull on her shoulder and roll her to her side.

Her bare chest felt cool as it was pulled up off the splintered wood of the old block table. He held her there on her hogtied side. Kelly was about to beg again when she felt the most intense pain rip thru the tip of her right breast.

She screeched loudly and then howled as the pain intensified. The nipple of her right breast now crushed brutally between the teeth of the vice grips.

“I didn’t plan on using these on your perky tits until later, but your fucking annoying and disobedient little begging outburst, means I am breaking them out early.”

Her abductor gave the pinching pliers a cruel 180 degree twist around her crushed breast. Her screeching pained howls, hurt even her own ears as he continued to mangle her young tender tit.

She flailed about on her side on the table, only staying on the table because of his grip on her tightly bound arms. The he did something even more intensely horrendous. With the vice grips viciously locked onto her nipple, he plucked a map pin from the jar.

Her mournful screams intensified as he stuck two of the pins quickly into the mangled nipple. He released the vice grips and dropped them into the tool bag. Then he flicked at the red beaded heads of the pins jabbed into the most sensitive flesh of her tit.

She finally managed to scream thru the incredible pain, mournfully howling out, “I am Sorry…I am so sorrrry …Pleassse God…Pleasssse I am so sorry.. Let me suck you! Pleassse, I want to suck you!”

Kelly was desperate to alleviate the crippling pain in her chest. Her right tit throbbed with an ache, the likes of which she had never experienced before in her 19 years. Her nipple was purple and imprinted with the teeth marks of the vice grips.

Her tortured bud was even showing little beads of blood around where the pins disappeared into her puckered skin. She couldn’t imagine the pain she would feel if he decided to be more brutal with her.

Her captor stopped flicking at the pair of pins decorating her breast and then rolled her back onto her convulsing stomach. She sobbed and gulped, as her head hung off over the end of the table. Her damaged breast throbbing in pain as her bare chest ground along the rough splintery wood.

She once again began to freely beg at him. “Oh god please…pleassssee, don’t hurt me anymore please… I will suuUCCKKKGHUGH.”

The last sounds she made were the sounds a girl’s mouth makes when it is wet, slobbery, and full of rock hard, fleshy long cock.

He gripped both sides of her grimacing and breathless face and held her head steady as he pushed his hips back and forth. His gaze aimed directly down on her slurping sputtering mouth. His climax, not far away he knew, as he watched his slicked up dick, go in and out of her red slurping lips.

At times she was struggling in his grip as he made maximum depth. His balls mashing her chin and his cock head definitely plugging up her throat, given how much clawing her fingers were doing and how hard she was pulling at her inescapable ropes with her bound feet and legs.

At one point he pulled his cock entirely out so he could prolong the feeling of using her luscious teen mouth. Her saliva strung out from her bottom quivering lip to the tip of his jittering ready to erupt cock head. He gave the side of her face a firm slap and ordered,

“Look up here slut..Tell me cunt, you ever sucked a man’s dick before?”

Her forlorn eyes looked upward and with what he could only describe as a petrified pout, she whimpered, “No sir..never.”

“Well you are doing fucking fine sweetie. I would have guessed you had done this lots before, maybe with a boyfriend, or your father?”, He laughed sickly at her.

Then he grasped the sides of her head again and pushed the dripping slick head of his jutting cock back over her bottom lip.

“And now here comes the best part of orally fucking you. I explode in your lovely wet mouth, and you swallow back all my hot sticky cum. And I mean every drop. You don’t stop swallowin, till I let go of your head and I pull out my spent cock …Got it cunt?”

With his putrid cock already filling up her tired, quivering mouth, she managed a tiny nod and a mumble of something that made his dick pulse and his balls tighten. He pushed his hips forward, hard into her face, revelling in the fact he could feel her throat muscles spasming around the first inch or so of his solid jutting dick.

A depth that had his unwilling victim thrashing about on the table below him. Her vain efforts to pull her face back of his exploding dick, so she could breathe and stop choking, hampered by his firm grip on her head and the terribly tight ropes she was wrapped and knotted up in.

He stood there groaning loudly in pleasure as his climax pulsed on and on, oblivious to the suffering going on below him as Kelly’s face turned red and her clawing fingers began to relax. He pulled his hips back a couple inches and then felt the final spurts of his orgasm fill her wet gasping mouth.

The deep desperate wet, fighting for breath and swallowing sound Kelly was emitting, making him wish he had recorded this first delightful oral rape of his pretty new toy. But there would be plenty of time for videoing her screaming reactions over the coming weeks, he hoped, especially as he turned up the heat on her torture.

A thought that made his now semi erect spent dick, already start to re-harden. He took a step back and let the tip of his semen and saliva covered dick fall from her sputtering mouth. The tip travelling down her chin as she gulped and sobbed below him.

Kelly’s contorted and tightly hogtied body twitched on the creaking table. She was about to start pleading with him again, even with her mouth still swimming with his cum, but her words were choked off suddenly as his hands appeared around her head and he wrapped a new length of coarse rope tight around her neck.

She craned her neck and gasped as he yanked upwards on the newly knotted rope. Attaching it to something overhead she couldn’t see as she lay there choking on her writhing naked stomach. Her two pert breasts now raised up. They hung over the table edge, her body held there by this diabolical windpipe restricting rope.

He reached out and took each of her delicate nipples in his large hands. He proceeded to roll the unpinned left one between his thumb and finger. The pinned right one, he let his thumb push in on the small pin heads.

His efforts getting him a most satisfying screech and a horrific pained reaction, that spread all across her distraught and agony filled face.

“God sweetie you look uncomfortable! And so fucking hot!” he told her with twisted pride.

“I can’t wait to see the faces you make when I skewer this lovely tits of yours. Just imagine what it will feel like when I stab each tit with a long sharp point of metal and push the rod thru your entire poor tit.”

Kelly’s eyes were back to bulging now, her cum dripping mouth open in a silent airless howl of horrified shock, as he continued on regaling her with his planned lengthy sick steps of her torture.

“And we’ll decorate these pretty nips with dozens of needles and pins. I got a full jar there of nice sharp pins and needles, and even a couple screws, to decorate your fine little puffy tits with. And let’s not forget inserting a few in under your toenails.

“I just love the screams a pathetic cunt makes when I stab them directly deep into the tip of her nipple or push then far up under her toenails. And I am sure when I spend a few minutes flicking them with my finger, you’ll be a truly lovely howling sight to see.”

“Of course I will take a break every now and then, to enjoy fucking your whining, pleading mouth, and of course your nice tight teen snatch. I bet your pussy is unbelievable snug. We might need to loosen it up before hand though… with the handle of this big old hammer.”

He picked up the hammer and then laughed, “It’s not just for hammering nails through your toes, you know!”

Then he dropped the hammer and checked her ropes, making sure every knot was as tight as humanly possible. He ran his hand down the back of her long silky hair and then grasped her left bum cheek.

“Of course there is also your nice hidden away little asshole which we’ll need to explore too. Maybe we’ll use the hammer handle on it too. Or maybe use my special homemade tool.”

He nodded at the phallic polished wooden handle hanging from the side of the table. Kelly couldn’t see it, but she knew it would be horrific.

“I wonder how deep I could push it in between these super firm sexy bum cheeks. Hmmmm, so many possibilities. But we have lots of time. You ain’t going anywhere, anytime soon, are you?”

He gave a violent yank of Kelly’s hair and laughed loudly as she tried to gurgle out a desperate plea of mercy. The rope around her neck making her struggle not just for air, but for the ability to make any sound. Her panicked frightened body was now twitching violently on the old wood table.

“Well you just relax there sweetie, while I go upstairs and sort out some more equipment. I got some huge thick dildos and even a really nasty old axe handle that will split your teen pussy in two as it goes in. Not to mention I need to find those big old bbq skewers for your tits. Oh, and I almost forgot, a curling iron for your heatin up your asshole, if you don’t behave.”

He gave Kelly’s shivering bum a squeeze and then whispered into her utterly horrified face, “You should see, how a trussed up cunt like you, squirms and howls as that heats up inside your ass or cunt. Ya, the smell is awful, but the screams are worth it, and so is how compliant you all become.”

Then he patted her ass saying, “See you in an hour or two, my captive little torture toy. Think about all the nasty fun we are about to have. Think about what sick shit you will be willing to do, to even alleviate the horror just a tiny bit.”

Then he walked to the basement stairs. Ascending the steps without even a glance over his shoulder, but whistling Beck’s ‘Girl’ song as he made it to the top step with a large smile.

….

Kelly had no sense of time, how long had he been gone she wasn’t sure, but she knew she didn’t have long.

Her neck rope was taut, and she could barely breathe. Every other muscle in her body ached and burned from the severity of the bondage he had torturously tied her in. The ropes dug in so nastily that many parts of her body had gone numb.

But she had still been able to wriggle her way to the edge of the table. Half her torso hung over the edge. Only a bit of her left stomach, hip and upper thigh perched on the wood, the rest of her teetered on the edge.

An edge that if she just could wriggle her trapped body over another fraction of an inch, she would plunge over. Her hogtied body maybe would hit the floor knees first, but for sure the neck rope would seal up tight around her chafed and now bleeding neck.

But it was a necessary horrible decision she had tearily come too. It was the only bit of freedom she had left, the choice to end all this sick degrading suffering and promised horror, by wriggling her body off the table and ending it…by strangling herself.

Would anyone ever find her body? Would anyone ever learn of why she disappeared one day after class? Would anyone ever stop this deviant bastard from doing this again to some young woman?

These were the horrible questions which raced thru Kelly’s young mind as she pathetically gurgled and struggled to topple her rope seized body off the table. Her last thoughts as she felt most of her naked body roll off the table and the rope around her neck jerked and went rigid, were,

“Why me…Why did he have to pick me.”

And her entire body thrashed and pivoted on her knees. The rope around her neck doing what she despairingly hoped for, as her body instinctively fought for breath and tears poured from her bulging rolling eyes.

The last thing she saw, as she felt her own piss trickle down her inner thigh, was a blurry moving image out of the corner of her eye as everything went black.

….

Kelly blinked and gasped. Her chest was heaving in large gulps of air as she lay there in contorted agony staring up at the cobweb covered basement ceiling. She tried to wriggle her arms that were now stuck under her back, her folded back legs splayed wide open and unable to straighten, no matter how hard she tugged with her bound ankles.

Her young mind awash in a wave of confused incoherent thoughts as she felt her body re-awaken and begin to ache and throb everywhere.

“Where was she? Whey couldn’t she move? And why was she naked and sobbing?” and then the realization hit here. The extreme restriction of her limbs because of the flesh biting ropes. It all started making her to once again uselessly sob and shudder.

Her naked torso arced in the air as she realized she wasn’t dead. That in fact, she was now on her back, still brutally hogtied, but staring up. A man’s leering and sadistic face coming into blurry view.

She shook at his touch and realized that his hand was now flat on her quivering abdomen and sliding down to cup her lightly haired mound. As his long fingers curled into her sex, two forced there way into her tight slit, making her fuzzy mind remember what was happening to her and what he had said he would do.

“Geeze sweetie, I almost lost you there, earlier weeks earlier than planned and without having any fun. Lucky for you I came back down when I did.”

He smiled sadistically into her wincing and anxious face. Kelly’s panic beginning to resurface as all his sick and vile threats came back to her in a flood. She opened her mouth and then her mournful screeching began.

Her screams high pitched and relentless as he violated her sex with one hand and with the other, he showed her the sharp polished steel tip of an ice pick that he had plucked from his table.

His grin more evil and more lecherous than anything her young eyes had ever glimpsed, as he said,

“To hell with skewering your tits sweetie, since I have you on your back, legs spread and your pretty cunt in the air…let’s see how painfully slow we can make this big old nasty pick go thru your tender clit…After we make a few new holes, I’ll fuck you.”

The end….

jbscaptivestories

Desert Hunt, Story #4,

A ‘cunt’ hunter named Hanson and his well degraded prize; a brutalized woman named Tabitha

Hanson tugged on the reins to stop his well-trained steed. The horse came to an abrupt stop, unlike the woman being dragged along behind them. She squealed and stumbled into the butt end of the horse. Her face actually impacting the horse’s asshole as its thick black tail swept up in the air.

The horse made a funny noise that showed it was annoyed at having the woman’s face smacked into its ass. It had Hanson laughing as he tugged violently on the rope in his right hand.

On the other end of the rope, the woman shrieked into the leather wrapped steel bar wedged across her mouth. Hanson yanked one more time so he could enjoy watching her rope bound tits bang together and hear her shrieks echo across the desert.

“Get over here, ya sexy cunt. You got horse shit on your face. And I ain’t takin you into Johnson’s covered in shit. Covered in cum, that’s maybe okay…But with a body has hot and sexy as yours…We want it looking the best so I can get top dollar for it.”

He jumped off the horse and reached into his saddle bag. He pulled out the shredded fabric of her lacy panty she had been wearing when he caught her. He used it to wipe the brown streak of horse shit off her nose and tear-stained left cheek. Then he tossed the underwear out into the desert.

The desert where she had been trying to hide out in, ever since the far-right wing male dominated government had seized power. A government that made owning females completely legal.

The law now insisted all females over the age of 16 be registered with the government and a formal owner be listed. If not, they were fair game to be hunted down and sold by licensed flesh brokers.

This whimpering, dust covered, and degraded naked woman had been one of those many women flouting the law and not registering. Instead, she had been trying to run away from the misogynistic madness.

He looked her over as she stood there utterly naked and trembling. He reached out and ran his hands all over her taut bound tits. Around the base of her pushed out chest and waist, a series of ropes kept her body in a sort of harness.

He slid his hands down her dust covered midriff to her waist rope. Then without warning he spun her around. She almost fell over since she was still wearing heels. The heels he had found in the trunk of her stalled out car.

…

Hanson had made her put them on before he shackled her ankles. He had even put electrical tape around the shoes and her feet so that they wouldn’t slip off on the long march that she had no idea she was about to be forced on.

And who was she? Her name was Tabitha, not that he knew that, or cared to know it. She had been trying to drive across the desert on isolated roads away from the government agents out collecting unclaimed females.

Her hope had been to reach a ‘Free’ state, but when her car died all that hope ended. She had only been stranded for an hour or so when Hanson came riding up. And she knew right away he was not a man there to help her.

The plump, naked middle-aged woman he had tethered up to his horse by her neck, a thick leather gag covering the bottom half of her wincing in terror face. Plus, rope bound tits that looked like they had been dragged thru a field full of cactus, those were the obvious clues that Tabitha was not about to be rescued.

She had tried to flee but he rode after her at speed, to Tabitha’s guilty horror. Guilt because he hadn’t stopped to untether the poor screaming woman attached to his horse. She had stumbled immediately as he took off.

He just dragged her along by her neck. Her battered body a fully ripped-up mess from being dragged for a couple hundred yards through cactus, rocks and dirt. Her face a purple gasping mass of blood and tears as air returned to her lungs.

The guilt of what he did next would weigh on Tabitha for some time, or at least until he stopped that night to rape her over and over. After he stripped her naked, tied her up and then gagged Tabitha, prepping her for the long walk into slavery, he told her,

“You’re worth so much fucking more than that ugly old bitch. Damn girlie, you’ve gone and made my day, if not year, by getting your hot sexy ass stranded out here. But dragging the two of you back into town to sell could be a hand full, so we’ll just take you.”

The things he did next to the howling and screaming woman would haunt Tabitha for years to come, if she survived that long, she depressingly thought.

While Tabitha sat there, bottomless in the dirt, drool dripping from the leather wrapped bar jammed across her mouth, her arms stuck cruelly behind her back, she had to listen to him mock and taunt the woman, while her tortured her tits for no good reason except he could.

Next Tabitha had to watch and listen to him sodomize the pleading and screaming thing. A brutalization that ended with him dragging the wailing woman by her freshly bound up ankles, over to a dried-out husk of an old tree.

“Maybe I ‘ll come back for your fat old ass someday, bitch…Maybe not.” He yelled over his shoulder as he strode over to his horse, pulling a newly stripped naked and sobbing Tabitha along.

Tabitha glanced over her shoulder and took one last look at the nameless hysterical woman left behind. She still had the rope tether wrapped tight around her neck, but it was now vertical and looped over the limb of the only tall tree within miles.

Her heels could not touch the rocks and dirt under her bare and bloody feet. And the 20 yards of rope he had wrapped around her wrists and elbows showed no signs of ever being able to come loose.

His attention then fully turned to a frightened and shivering Tabitha.

“Now let’s get you walkin, bitch…We’ve got a few long days ahead of us till we reach Johnson’s trading post. And there, your fucking amazing sexy ass will earn me some serious coin.”

He mounted his horse and then yanked on Tabitha’s new tit leash. She started to walk in her shoes that were only meant for show. Spiked heels that offered no support whatsoever. Heels that made her feet hurt only two steps in.

Though that hurt soon paled in comparison to the pain her tits felt as the horse’s pull on her noosed tight tits became choppy and random. Her hobbled steps were never quite able to keep time with the horse, so every second or third step, her tits were painfully yanked on.

…Two days later….

Now Tabitha stood there, wobbling in her heels. Feet that now throbbed and ached after two long days of walking. Two horrific days of marching naked under the hot desert sun while being constantly tethered to his horse by her throbbing breasts.

He checked the secureness of her arm and wrist ropes. She knew not one strand of rope had become displaced or loosened. She knew because she had been quietly struggling and straining at the horrific arm bondage for two long days now.

To have her elbows tied up this tight and for so long was an excruciating torture she so wanted to end. She groaned as she gave an extra tug on the ropes that kept her cinched together elbows attached to her chest rope.

“Ya don’t like them ropes, cunt?” he demonically giggled at her, “Well too fucking bad. They make your pretty boobs stick really the fuck nicely out. Those perky tied melons are gonna make me a few extra grand looking this stuck out and marvelous.”

Then he spun her back around again. Ignoring how Tabitha was sobbing and crying again. He cupped her mound and rubbed. The space between her thighs was hot and sweaty and still a bit sticky. This made him chuckle.

“My spunk still isn’t dried up down there, is it cunt? And would that cum still be from the first time I fucked you? As you screamed and begged and I bent you over the hood of your car?”

He removed his sticky hand from her inner thighs and mound. He swung his hand past her face in a manner that made her flinch. But he didn’t strike her face this time, no he just wiped his slick fingers clean using her long hair. Then he grasped her chin.

“Or was it from this morning’s fun fuck fest. Where I fucked you from behind while you were on your knees, face in the dirt and squealin like a pig, as I stuck the butt end of my horse whip in your ass?”

Tabitha’s eyes looked full of tears again and before he let go of her chin, he leaned in and laid a wet open mouth kiss on her bar gagged mouth. He licked the side of her face and then delivered the resounding slap to it he had been threatening.

She squealed as the sting of his hard slap exploded in her cheek. A squeal that got louder and more anguished as he slapped at both her rope choked tits. He must have smacked them hard a dozen times, laughing as the rope pinched sunburned orbs sort of bounced on her chest.

She could only squeal and beg and at times scream for help, but that could go on for as long as she wanted, because out here in the lonely desert, no one would ever hear her.

…

The long days of trudging along behind the horse had morphed into one long hellish walk. Her blistered feet were still trapped in her heels. Her shoulders ached like hell and her mouth had long ago stopped dripping drool.

Her tits were still tightly choked in rope. The skin of her breasts was red and chaffed under the tight twine that made them look like perfect round balls of purple flesh. The tug on them from the leash connecting the brutally bound tits to the horse, was the cruelest pulling torture imaginable.

Tabitha almost tripped again into the back end of the horse. The horse and its sadistic rider had stopped. She blinked in the heat of the mid-day sun, trying hard to focus on what she saw ahead.

It was a town, well just a few buildings really that looked like something out of an old western movie. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. But the possible mirage became all too real as her captor yelled “giddy up” and he began trotting the horse quickly into the tiny town.

Tabitha screeched, a hoarse, almost unheard screech due to her thirst and dry throat and mouth as the horse trotted at speed down the main dusty dirty path that was supposedly the main street.

Her shackled ankles were close to make her topple and then be horrifically pulled along by her throbbing tits as they passed the first buildings, and the first sets of leering eyes gazed out at her.

She was trying to keep up with the horse and its laughing rider. The pull on her tits was so painful. A pain that was joined with the feeling of deep humiliation and fear, as dozens of men stopped in their tracks and watched her be twistedly led into town by her tits.

More men poured out of buildings to watch her be dragged into town. Some were holding beers and others just kept pointing. Some were laughing and some were just staring at her with the evilest lecherous looks.

Only a few female faces appeared near the end of the dusty main drag. To Tabitha’s horror, just like her, the four women she could see were all naked, arms and hands bound in an eerily similar strict way to herself. All of them were leashed and being led around by some of the most disgusting looking men Tabitha had ever seen.

To Tabitha’s relief the horse slowed, and the agonizing pull on her tits subsided. But her attention was still half on the four women she saw being grabbed, groped and then roughly picked up to be flung into the back of a horse drawn wagon.

Suddenly Tabitha let loose a scream of agony as her captor’s stiff whip lashed painfully across the tip of her left tit. Her nipple pulsed with pain as she heard him bellow,

“Eyes over here, sexy. We’ve arrived. Now I just have to go find old man Johnson and see how much he’ll give me for your sexy ass and tits!”

Tabitha’s captor dismounted his horse and grasped her tit leash. He yanked her so hard and so close that his spit as he spoke splattered her terrified face. He nodded his head at the old tree not far behind him and the tall round wooden post near it.

Tabitha’s knees began to quake, her tired legs close to giving out as she surveyed the sick sight behind her grinning captor’s face.

“You be an obedient captive cunt and wait here. Or bad things will happen to you…You see that noose hangin in the tree back there? We’ll it could be your neck gettin stretched by it…after you spend a day or two stuck on the post. Your snug asshole impaled and ripped wide open…because you didn’t respect the men here in town.”

He gave Tabitha’s quivering chin and an upward nudge with his fist.

“You got that, sexy?”

Tabitha nodded her head and groaned around the bit gag still jammed painfully in her mouth. Her acceptance of his domination was evident on her terrified face.

“Good…I’ll be right back. You study that ‘cunt training post’ and think about how you can be good and avoid having to spend time on it…And you can start by giving your new fans a show.”

Tabitha blinked at his last comment. Then she heard the whistles and derogatory cat calls. She chanced a glance over her shoulder and let out a loud whimper as she saw the gathered crowd of leering and snickering men.

There she stood utterly naked with her painfully bound tits, cruelly bound arms and her naked pussy and ass entirely in display. She couldn’t stop the trembling of her body or her scared continuous whimpering, if she wanted too.

The whole situation she found herself in was beyond her belief. It got worse as the derogatory comments continued and the men began to approach her. Some of the comments even becoming offers.

“What a fine piece of ass that is! What I wouldn’t give to fuck that cunt. Hey Jake, how about I give you a hundred bucks and you let me stick my big fat dick in this cunt’s sexy pussy?” said some bearded man with two missing teeth and dressed in denim overalls.

Tabitha glanced back at her captor. She now had a name to associate with his evil face. Jake chuckled. He was about to answer when another man in the back shouted out.

“Hell, I‘ll give you 100 bucks and sow ready for butchering…if you let me get her on her knees so I can make her pretty mouth choke on my dirty dick!”

Jake raised his hands in the air and waved them up and down to control the crowd. A crowd that had now fully encircled the shaking and whining Tabitha. Some of the men weren’t even asking her captor for permission, they were just reaching out and grasping at her naked and bound body wherever they pleased.

There were hands on both her rope snagged tits and another hand on her ass just under her madly wriggling hands. She began to shriek as a finger of that probing hand found her anus and it slipped in a knuckle deep.

“Now guys, you can feel but you can’t fuck…You know the rules. A man’s captured pussy is off limits until sold, traded, or he says…go ahead and fuck with her. And that ain’t happen, yet. I need top dollar for this pretty piece of tits and ass…So just touch it…no fucking, fingering or stabbing shit up in her pussy that shouldn’t be there….GOT IT!”

Tabitha watched with horror as her captor proceeded out of view. Jake had walked into the adjacent wood-clad storefront. On the building’s frosted glass front window the lettering simply stated,

‘Johnson’s Trading Post…You catch…we buy…Top dollar given for all freshly caught cunts’

Tabitha began to shriek. Another pair of hands had found her mound. Rough fingers with sharp nails were digging into her soft folds. Another finger had once again started to work its way up into her snug asshole.

She tried to wriggle her body away from the groping hands, but the lecherous horny men were everywhere. One of them must have had a grip on her tit rope as the pain in her chest shot up and she felt her torso getting dragged back into the crowd.

The men had surrounded her at least three deep. She could hear herself shrieking and then sobbing as the assault threatened to degrade into a full-on gang rape of both her ass and sex.

Her terrified shrieking became a pain filled wail, as those long-nailed fingers found her clitoris and they pinched and pulled on it. A finger then plunged up into her slit. She couldn’t see clearly any longer, the fresh tears had flooded her eyes and was stinging them with all the dried sweat on her face.

And then just like that, the pain ended, and the crowd of men spread apart. There in front of her stood a pissed off looking Jake. His anger she was about to find out having nothing to do with how the men had just treated her.

“God damn it…Old man Johnson’s out of town. Gone at least a week his assistant says…And the dumb fuck doesn’t know a damn thing about what a sexy hot piece of cunt, like you, is worth! Damn, I needed that money!”

Jake stood there scratching his chin. His four days’ worth of stumble now venturing close to being a beard. Tabitha blinked at him, too scared to say anything or move a muscle. Everything about this sick situation terrified her to her very naked core.

A situation that was about to get even sicker and more demeaning as the bearded man in the filthy denim overalls sidled up to Jake and handed him a wad of bills.

“Here’s two hundred bucks. Let me bend her over the hitching rail and burry my dick in her sexy cunt.”

When Jake didn’t move or respond right away, the man thrust another bunch of bills at him.

“Three hundred bucks to fuck her…Come on man, you need the cash and old man Johnson’s gone for days...”

He didn’t get to say much more as Jake took the cash and raised his other hand high in the air. A knowing smirk had started to spread across his face. An idea had taken hold that Tabitha would not like in the least. An idea that would fix his current cash flow problem.

He strode to his horse and untied Tabitha’s tit and waist leash. He didn’t ask her next. He just pulled and yanked her by her throbbing breasts over to the horse hitching post.

She squealed as she stumbled in her shackles and heels. She found herself bent over so her bound tits ground into the side of the horizontal hitching post beam. Cruel splinters of wood stuck into her taut breast flesh as her captor abruptly tied her bound tits to the wood beam.

He used every inch and foot of rope attached to her breasts and waist, to securely bind them to the hitching post. This left a sobbing Tabitha degradingly bent over. Her ass and pussy exposed to the growing larger and larger group of horny men.

She began to tremble and then flail and thrash at her ropes. Her aching shoulders and her almost numb arms jumping about behind her bent over back. Then she begn to wail and scream as she heard Jake announce,

“Anyone else want to fuck the hottest thing to come into this town in months? $300 for her pussy, $400 for her mouth and if you got a cool thousand to spare…I will let her beautifully tight asshole be all yours.”

From the corner of her tear-filled eyes Tabitha could see Jake become surrounded by a surge of men, all waving wads of cash. And within seconds she felt the hands of the bearded denim overall man, dig into her bum cheeks.

His rock hard dick longer than she had imagined and definitely thicker as he slammed his hips into her whip marked backside and he took her from behind. His cock plunged balls deep into her pussy with just the first thrust.

Tabitha screamed the loudest she had yet, and he shouted over her howls,

“Fuck Ya …you have a hot sexy snatch that’s definitely worth the money to fuck!”

…

It was dark. Night had come hours ago and Tabitha was crying and sobbing. Well, sobbing the best a woman could do with a swollen putrid cock stuck in her ring gagged mouth. The taste of which was making her gag and choke.

Hot spunk suddenly shot from the end of it and deep into her mouth and throat. She groaned and then gurgled as the hands stuck in her hair pulled at her strands, and they forced her mouth even further down onto the ejaculating cock.

Then the hands released and slapped her about the face, hard. The well spent cock slid out of her mouth, and she gasped and coughed as huge strands of cum spilled off her lower lip. They joined the wet cum muddied patch of dirt under the hitching post.

She couldn’t move much of her aching body. Her throbbing tits were still cruelly bound to the hitching post, her shaking tired legs were somehow still holding her body up.

All she could do, as latest man to orally fuck her zipped up his jeans, was whimper and blink back tears, and of course listen to her captor take another wad of cash for letting some strange man sickeningly rape her.

“So, that’s $1,400 in total you owe me…$1,000 for the ass fuck and then a $400 for letting you stick that shit covered dick back in her mouth. I bet you really didn’t like combo, in that order, did you, cunt?” he asked with his attention back on her as he took the bills.

The men nodded at each other and the one who had just anally and then orally raped her, strode off into the dark night. Then it was just her and her captor. A man named Jake who was grinning spectacularly.

Tabitha blinked up at him hoping to God he would untie her tits from the hitching post. Her back was killing her, and she could barely feel her bound hands or arms. That’s when to her dismay he began to stroke her hair.

“You know what, bitch? I made more cash today renting out your sexy hot pussy and mouth…and let’s not forget incredibly fuckable ass…then I might have got just selling you to old man Johnson. Which gives me an idea…Probably one you ain’t gonna like.” He laughed out loud into the cool night air.

“Were gonna hit the road again, tonight. So we can make the next town over, Bakerstown, by sun up. Then we’ll find another nice hitching post and you can put your mouth, pussy and ass back to work again, making me loads of money.”

Tabitha began to make all sorts of desperate pleading and begging noises through the mouth stretching ring gag she now wore. Noises that he ignored as he added,

“And before we hit the road, I need to blow a load in your sweet mouth and then maybe another in your tight ass. Fuck, watching you get it in all the holes today, by close to four dozen men, that’s got my balls all tight and needing release.

He petted her shivering head and then thrust his hips forward. His dick entered her mouth and began slow lazy thrusts into her crying face as he thought about how much money he could make with her. And Tabitha tried not to think about the sick degrading horrors to come.

And if you like the Desert Hunt type stories…There’s a whole bunch to go find in my blog

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The calling of the numbers

Her head is bowed but her senses are beginning to return. The drugs in her system are finally wearing off and her consciousness is slowly returning. Her foggy last memory is of being at the bar and being bought a drink by a well-dressed man.

And now as her eyes begin to blink and her vision can focus, something in her fuzzy brain tells her she is no longer at the bar, nowhere near home, and in no way utterly safe.

The fearful hints of that truth hit her brain as she feels a coldness on her chest. Her nipples are puckering and she realizes her breasts are fully exposed. Then the same feeling begins to grow down in between her legs.

Her inner thighs are shivering from the same cool air. Her bare legs shake and her inner thighs she tries to close, but she can’t. And that’s when she tries to move her arms in an attempt to cover her nakedness.

A shocking unexpected nakedness that sends her mind into a panic as she tries to desperately move her spread arms. It’s then that her blurry vision sees the chains and cuffs bolted around her wrists, that hold her captive place.

She stares down her naked body and shrieks at the sight of the large safety pin stuck through her left nipple. The more the drugs wear off, the greater the painful throb in her left tit becomes.

The tag hanging from her cruelly safety pinned tit, she cannot really focus on yet, but the number three comes into view. In a few more moments she can almost fully focus on the ropes tied tight around her ankles and keeping her feet, legs and thighs stuck degradingly wide apart.

Then she tries to scream, to desperately wail for help. But nothing much understandable is coming out. Her sore jaws and the muffled loud noises she is making, let her know that there is some sort of atrocious thing wedged fully in her now heavily drooling mouth.

It is in these few ultra confusing and then harrowing seconds that she becomes fully aware of her twisted and degrading predicament.

She is stuck spread eagle in a badly lit, cement walled chamber. She is humiliatingly stripped naked. And in this nightmarish place, with a tag threateningly saying ‘LOT #3’ hanging off her aching tit, it appears she can scream or plead all she wants, but no one will come to help.

…

Time goes by at a slower and slower pace for her as she finally gives up her futile tugging on her restrictive bindings. Her outstretched arms are hurting like hell. Her shackled wrists shredded to the point of bleeding by the tightly bolted metal cuffs.

The muscles of her forcibly spread wide legs are aching. The ropes they used to tie off her ankles are so taut, she can barely just keep her toes and the balls of her feet on the surface of the heavily stained floor.

“AAAWWWHHHGGGH EEE…AWWHHHHGGGHH EEE!” she has been screaming at the top of her lungs. Her vain repeated shouting of ‘help me’, going nowhere outside the walls of this strange and terrifying looking room.

She has no idea how long she spends there spread out and shivering. But then for a brief moment a strange hiss fills the room, and her distraught head lifts up to look over in one of the dark corners.

Over there to her left, up high in the corner, a small red light comes on and blinking through her new batch of terror induced tears she can see a camera.

Trying to bend her head around even further she sees the hissing speaker mounted up on the wall behind her on her left.

A sight that only makes her start loudly screaming again. Her pathetic begging for release coming out in a most frenzied head thrashing way.

Many long minutes go by. Minutes that add up to over an hour, if she knew how to tell time down in this place. But there are no clocks, nor windows. For the unfortunate females that find themselves down in this place will never need them again.

Tiring herself out from screaming and thrashing at her inescapable restraints for most of that hour, she slumps in her chains, ropes and cuffs and then begins to cry nonstop.

A mournful crying that is cut short when she hears the hiss return from the speaker and she lifts her tear-streaked face to stare over at the red light, and then glance up over at the speaker.

She is too hoarse to scream anymore. Her throat is sore and raspy from all the useless gagged howling she let loose. But boy does she want to start howling again when she hears these words come loudly from the speaker.

“Number one, you may inspect the merchandise. You have 5 minutes.”

Her head twists and turns as she hears a door unlock with a loud metallic dead bolt sound. Then there is the telltale creak of metal hinges as the door opens behind her on her right.

She so desperately wants to see behind her. To see who or what is approaching her from behind, but her strict, spread-eagle bondage, is making it difficult for her to turn her head.

Suddenly she yelps and shrieks as the feel of a stranger’s hand lands on her bare bum cheeks. Two large male hands grasp each of her toned ass cheeks…and squeeze. A demeaning groping squeeze that makes her squeal around her massive and intrusive gag.

When he walks around to see her from the front all she can do is tremble, whimper and making snotty sounding whining noises, because his unwanted hands are now cupping her chest and squeezing her tits.

The man is middle-aged and wearing thick glasses. His bad comb over gives hints as to how lecherous a sick fuck he is. He doesn’t look her in the face but instead he studies her tits.

Tits he is squeezing harder and harder. Nipples that he then pinches and twists. Grabbing her safety pinned nipple, he remarks,

“This is almost like the pin my cock tease of a stepdaughter wore on her fucking over priced private school issued plaid skirt. Maybe if I had threatened to put one through her flat tits she would have been more adept at swallowing my cock after school?”

Cruelly, he keeps pulling her nipples upward until almost all of the bottom of her feet have lifted off the ground. She is screaming hard into her gag as she tries to perch up on her toes.

Letting go of her nipples, the nameless gross man grasps her chin and licks his lips. He grins evilly at her wincing and terrified face. A tear-soaked face that contorts with all kinds of humiliation filled emotion as his other hand trails down over her quivering and convulsing bare stomach.

Unable to stop the downward travelling of his hand, she clenches her watery eyes shut as his thick fingers pass over her belly button, down over her pelvic mound and they delve into folds just below her well-manicured pussy.

“I see some slut knew how to keep her cunt looking pretty and ready to be the star of the show…when she finally was ready to be sold.” He smirks into her face and groans with visible satisfaction as he cups her sex.

She whines as his terrible groping continues. Her throat is gasping for air as she suffers from his degrading touch. Her confused and tortured mind tries to fathom what is happening to her.

His large hand is petting her pussy. A few of her pubic hairs he is able to grab a hold of and pull on. Pulling so hard, he painfully yanks them free from her body.

He shoves those pubic hairs quickly into his mouth. Disgustingly chewing on them before he then spits them out and right into her horrified face.

His other hand now lets go of her drool covered chin. He slaps her right tit violently upward, with a force she didn’t expect. She wails around her gag as two of his thick fingers also plunge upward into her sex.

His unexpected painful fingering of her snug slit and her resulting shrieks, of course cause the loudspeaker to hiss. A stern sounding male voice rings out to firmly express,

“Number one, you did not pay the additional inspection fees for All Access to the merchandise. Please refrain from heavy insertions of more than one finger… or pain testing…OR your inspection privileges along with your bidding privileges, on this fine piece of tits and ass, will be revoked.”

Her eyes bulge out of her head as she hears the parade of unbelievably sick and threatening words come from the speaker.

Words like ‘Merchandise and bidding’ and ‘Tits and ass’ cause her head flailing and futile limb thrashing to re-ignite.

She is looking everywhere for a way out of this horrific predicament as the middle-aged man looks up at the camera and says a couple simple sentences.

“Sorry about that. I got carried away. It’s such a hot piece of cunt!”

As she keeps shrieking, he pulls his fingers back out of her slit. This time he raises them to his own mouth, and he plunges them in. He hums in pleasure. A smile is even on his face as he sucks on his fingers.

“You taste almost as good as my step-daughter did, before she became a junkie whore!”

More minutes go by, but now all he does is caress and stroke every square inch of her bare and shivering skin. From her straining calves to her quaking inner thighs and then back up to her perky, puckered and aching tits, his hands readily explore.

His grinning face is only inches from her utterly horrified one as he leans in and licks her tear coated cheek. His licking continues for many long seconds until the hiss of the speaker returns and the disembodied deep male voice states,

“Number One, your 5 minutes are up. Please exit the inspection and sales room.”

He abruptly does stop groping her body and she can only make panic filled sobbing noises as he walks away. Walking around her and out of her sight, she can only hear the door close and click shut.

For many long moments it is just her and her panicked breathing, again. Trembling like crazy. Whimpering constantly and utterly terrified of what comes next.

She stands there in her humiliatingly exposed state, arms and legs kept forcibly splayed out wide and her naked body completely on display.

She then jolts in her unbreakable restraints as the speaker hisses and the voice states.

“Number Two, you have five minutes for inspection. Proceed.”

And like before, she hears the door unlock and open behind her. Another man appears, somewhat better dressed, but a similar lecherous look on his smirking face that looks eerily like the last man’s.

And like the last man, she is unable to defend against any of his unwanted explorations of her stripped bare body. A body he is able to unstoppably explore as she just stands there and whines around her word blocking gag.

And those repeated five minutes of her life seem to take forever as another number gets called out.

“Number Three, you have five minutes.”

And then soon another, and then another…and another…the numbers ascending and seemingly never stopping.

“Number Four, you have five minutes.”

…

“Number Five, you have five minutes.”

…

She must endure each strange man fondling her most private areas. No part of her bound and naked body is off limits to explore, to pet, stroke, or even sneakily violate with thick strong fingers, hoping the camera won’t see their actions.

And stuck spread eagle like she is, there is no way for her to stop the revolving door of lecherous men, who come into the room to view her quaking curvy body and then gift her with more and more hideous unwanted touching and groping.

…

The numbers and the sick phrase her distraught mind keeps hearing is repeated until Number Twelve leaves the room. His quickly jerked off spunk is still dripping down her quivering abdomen as she hears,

“Number Thirteen, your fund transfer has been approved. You have 20 minutes.”

Sagging in her bondage, her naked skin still feeling the coarse palms and hard pinching fingers of the previous twelve men, as if the sick bastards haven’t taken their perverted hands off her yet, her head pops up and she moans around her gag.

She blinks hard and tries to focus on the fact that the male voice over the speaker has said, ’20 minutes’…Not five minutes, like it has for the previous twelve mainly silent, but highly perverted and deviant strangers.

Her blinking goes into light speed. She is in full panic mode, again, as she hears footsteps come up behind her and then the speaker announces.

“Approved items to use in your inspection are located on the back wall under the orange light.”

The darkened wall behind her, on her right, suddenly casts an orange glow past her tied wide feet. She is violently trying to twist in her ropes and chains to see what the ‘approved items’ are.

It is an action she truly regrets in a second, when she is able to catch a brief glimpse of a few of the items hanging on hooks on the wall behind her.

That brief simple glimpse of the horrific looking tools is enough to make her wail as loudly as her hoarse throat will let her, around the large gag stuck so cruelly in her mouth.

A wailing and screaming that quickly morphs into deep snotty sobs as a large male hand grasps her waist. The large fingers of that hand, at first almost tickle, but then they dig hard into her left side.

They hold her steady even as she tries to futilely shift her body away from that large hand. So much so that her left foot entirely leaves the floor.

A position that she stays in for the next many degrading moments as his other hand comes between her thighs, from behind, and then cups her soft sex.

She can hear his approving growl as he rubs his hand back and forth.

“Hmmmm, so soft, so fuckable…so ready to be pushed to the limits. Heated and swollen up, from a painful meeting with leather.”

She is squealing into her gag as he rubs harder and taunts her with more words describing the painful and brutal things he would like to do to her body. None of the men before him have told her so in detail about such sadistic wishes.

She feels his hand shift and his fingers begin to plunge in through the rows of her soft warm labia. His words keep echoing around in her brain and she realizes she is uncontrollably and uselessly screaming once again.

And then, just like the very first man who took his delight in molesting her, this man, without warning, pushes two of his very long fingers up into her slit. He pumps his hand up into her sex a good two dozen times, before adding a third long and stiff finger.

For minutes that feel like hours to her, he pumps his fingers hard up into her pussy. And when she feels his thumb circle and then push, knuckle deep, into her snug anus, she truly loses her shit.

As she feels her channel unwillingly expand to meet the girth of his forced in digits, and her asshole sordidly violated too by his wriggling large thumb she feels his hot breath on her armpit, and then her wet leather strap indented cheek.

“Now let’s heat up that sexy pussy of yours. Let’s see how the snap of leather across your most delicate flesh will make you beg…make you willing…to do anything…for it to end!”

For a split second his large hand leaves her waist and his fingers and thumb thankfully retract from the two holes they have been violating.

She hears him hum loudly behind her as he makes a decision.

“Hmmmm. Yes, this one. The flogger. Many leather strands that can cover an ample amount of soft flesh when they strike with force.”

She feels him grip her waist again. He is behind her, and she cannot tell what he is up to. That is until she feels the hard leather of the flogger handle jab in between her ass cheeks. Her fear of being anally raped causing her to try and flail about in her bindings.

The end of the flogger hand almost penetrates her tight back entrance, but it is pulled away suddenly. But she has no time to think that the worst is over. For he snaps the leather strands back up between her stuck wide-open legs in one wrist snapping violent motion.

From the shock of the leather strands striking and stinging deep into her softest most sensitive flesh for the first shocking time, her eyes bulge out of her head and a scream catches in her throat.

A scream that becomes a nonstop gagged series of wails from the shock and agony, as the well-paying stranger behind her begins to freely thrash the flogger upwards between her quaking legs.

The unbelievable heat and insufferable agony she feels below her waist leading her to wish she didn’t have the damn gag in her mouth so she could plead to this monster that, ‘Yes…Yes, she would do any sick thing he wanted…So please…pleassse stop.’

The punishing flogging of her body goes on for minutes and minutes, till she’s basically hanging there. Her limp and tortured body only supported by her chained wrists, and he is sweating so profusely, he uses his black t-shirt to wipe dry his brow.

Over her labored pained breathing, she can hear him hanging up the torturous flogger. Every inch of each of her well secured limbs begin to shake again.

She makes the most mournful and terror filled whimpers as she hears him selecting another item off the wall. Whimpers that only get worse when he reappears in front of her with an ultra-stiff, long and slender, flesh ripping cane in his hand.

The nameless man runs the tip of the cane under her slobbering lower lip. He taps at her right tit and then to her horror he places the handle down under her well abused swollen mound.

He pushes the handle through her moist folds and grins.

“Should I fuck you with its handle first and then smack your pussy with it…till it’s ready to bleed?”

Her eyes shoot open in horror, and she begins to thrash her head about. And just as she thinks the worst torment of her life is about to begin, the disembodied voice comes loudly out of the speakers.

“Number Thirteen, your time is up. Please hang up any tools and leave the merchandise as is. Drinks are about to be served in the bidding lounge. Please join us there.”

She sags in her bondage, sobbing and crying. Her tears fall to the floor and land there with some of her terror released piss and some of the splattered semen ejaculated out by a few of the horny inspecting men who chose to masturbate during their lewd inspections.

“Shit. Sorry, we’re out of time…No caning of that lovely ass, tits or pussy today…But who knows, if I bid high enough, maybe I will own all this sexy slutty pussy and gorgeous tits.”

He says to her, taking hold of her nipple tag and pulling it outward for effect. Releasing it with a jerk, he grasps her chain encircled neck, and he tells her,

“Maybe soon we can continue this fun adventure, but back in my own personal dungeon. I have a lovely cross I can suspend you from, for days on end. And I promise you’ll never have to worry about going a day without getting fucked or pussy whipped.”

With a light slap to her shell-shocked face, he leaves the room. Her mournful shrieking and her sobbing re-ignites and continues for many long minutes after he leaves her there, dangling spread eagle in her chains and ropes.

Then a deathly quiet descends on the room…A quiet, interspersed with only her intermittent snotty sobs. A quiet that seems to go on for an eternity until the speaker behind her once again hisses and it comes back to life.

“Lot number three…you’ve been sold. You will have ten more minutes to meet your new owner, before being bound for shipping.”

The disbelief she feels at these words is visibly apparent as she shrieks around her mouth filling gag and flails her head from side to side. Disbelief that she has been ‘Sold, that she is to be ‘Shipped’..

A few more moments of utter disbelieving terror go by and then the door unlocks behind her. Footsteps approach and then the man who has purchased her, appears in front of her.

It’s a face that is all too familiar. It is the smiling face of the man she only knows as Number Thirteen. And the bigger his grin gets the faster she keeps shaking her head from side to side.

…

In the end, it was the only defiance she could show…And the only defiance she would ever be able to show, since she now had been unwillingly sold into sex slavery. Her life as a woman free to wander the world, ended.

She was now, just flesh based merchandise, sold to a sadistic bastard, with an insatiable passion for leather whips, harsh canes and any other tool that would welt and redden skin of the captive female toys he kept… She just did not know this yet.

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What would cause an enslaved plump MILF beg to be sold?

Carol gulped deeply as the large muscular man standing in front of her, finished tightening the rope that captured her wrists and kept her arms suspended high over head. She didn’t dare lift her eyes to meet his, that infraction of the auction house rules had already earned her five severe cane strikes across her ample ass.

Those five brutal cane welts across her full ass were still throbbing with heat. The two men who had decided she needed them, were now taking their sweet time preparing her to be on full sordid display for the monthly slave auction.

She hadn’t wanted to be here, but it was not her decision to make, that was her current owner’s decision. And he had decided he wanted a younger and slimmer model to lord over. A skinny little fuck toy to use when he wanted and then brutally punish, for no apparent reason, as he liked to do so often to Carol.

The lecherously grinning guard in front of Carol stepped back and then grabbed her left throbbing breast. Her delicate and whip marked tit flesh was distended and morbidly flattened by a nasty large bar clamp.

The attending guard down in the holding cells had forced it onto her tit as a cruel punishment for coughing back up some of his just ejaculated semen.

She thought she would be free and clear of any other gratuitous punishment, until she gagged on his massive dick. Her desperate gasping for air having horribly splattered two drops of her cum mixed drool onto his shiny black work boots.

The guard now making her life hell smirked sadistically at her.

“Better make sure this is good and tight on there. Don’t want it flying off your pretty tit when we are whipping your ass for the cameras. We want to give all the perverts watching a really good show!”

Carol’s eyes went to the many new cameras stationed about the room. They hadn’t been there the last time she had been in this place, to be sold to the highest bidder. To be hung by her wrists while a line up of men prodded and probed her private parts. But that had been years ago.

Dozens of men had been there the last time to grope her thick naked body in the hopes of eliciting a response worthy of purchasing her. But now in these post pandemic years, the auction house had gone fully to streaming.

Her mind was suddenly distracted from those thoughts of past horrors as she took in a deep gasping pained breath. The guard in front of her, gritting his teeth, gave the tightening screws each another full turn. The flesh of her crushed boob, pinched in deep utter agony as he wrenched the screws tighter.

“There, you are almost displayed as requested by your current owner. And just one more bit of tightening of this clamp and then one last thing to do to you, as he requested. And it’s a nasty bit of decoration. This dude selling you, he must have made your life hell.”

Carol just nodded her head. Yes, this last man who owned her body, had been a cruel son of a bitch to her most of the time it seemed. So, when he told her she was to old and too fat, and that she needed to be traded in for a younger model, she actually felt a bit of relief.

Relief that had vanished once she arrived at the auction house and into the clutches of these horny sadistic bastards. Now as her left breast throbbed in agony, she just hoped to god he didn’t do the same torturous thing to her other tit.

She let out a long deep mournful sob as he finished his tightening of the crushing device and then he pinched the protruding nipple. Tugging on it with unnecessary glee.

“Such nice tits for an old cunt like you. That hurt, you fat assed fucking old cow?” he asked her, literally spitting into her frightened and dejected face, almost all hidden by her long brown hair, which hung over her watery eyes and tear streaked cheeks.

She moaned as his fingers dug into her face. His other hand now travelling down over her stomach and belly roll to her well haired pussy. His fingers found the beginning of her folds and he took his time stroking and rubbing her tender flesh.

“Well, does it hurt? You’ve been paraded around and sold through here enough times to know how to behave. I have seen you more than a few times come thru here, and if I remember right, you gave a pretty fuckin good slobbering and sobbing blow job.”

Carol just nodded at him, remembering sullenly how the last time she had been sold thru the auction house, her owner at the time, he had dropped her off a full week before the auction night.

She then spent the most horrid seven days of her life as a sex slave in the basement of this place. Chained and tied up and used extensively and in the most excruciatingly degraded ways, by the men running the place.

It had been an actual relief to be hauled up out of the dungeon like holding cell and displayed on the sales floor and sold off like a piece of meat. But now here she was back in the same predicament with the same sadistic ruthless uncaring men.

But thankfully the auction was imminent that evening, and humiliating a thought as it was, she couldn’t wait to be sold and shipped from this nightmarish place.

Suddenly grasping Carol’s chin savagely, the man in front of her barked at the other auction house attendant, who was on one knee behind her. He had just finished lashing her ankles to ring bolts in the floor and was now staring up at the dangling chain links hanging from something plugged deep up in her ass.

“Stupid frightened cow doesn’t want to answer, maybe we should whip and clamp her other tit to teach her a lesson…And what the fuck are you doing back down there, Mike?”

Mike, the guard on one knee behind Carol, ran his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. Then he gripped her ass cheeks firmly. He lustfully spread them apart and grinned at the sight of her puckered back entrance sealing up around a shiny piece of metal.

“Just checking out this whore’s fine fat fuckable ass and seeing what the hell is stuffed up in her backside. It’s in there deep.” He grunted as he gave the chain a yank.

The large steel cone in her ass started to reappear and Carol let out a long painful groan in response to her ass being stretched wide open again.

Her owner had stuffed the huge butt plug in her ass as she screamed and begged for mercy. Then he had used it like a leash to lead her around and prepare her for the long drive, chained up and gagged in a shipping container, to the well disguised and unmarked auction house. The location of which she had no idea.

“Look at the size of that sucker in there. You must be one great ass fuck…Come on fatty…Come on tell us how great an ass fuck you are, you pathetic whore.” He zealously laughed with a massively hard slap to her ass.

Carol grasped the ropes above her head and perched on her toes, trying to physically move away from the stinging pain in her dark well trained anus. She dutifully nodded her head and told them thru her grimacing mouth, “I am a great ass fuck, Sir. The very best, my last few owners have told me…..AW FUCK…PLEASSSE STOPP…NOOO!”

Her agonizing curse was loud as the man behind her yanked hard on the chain attached to the large plug in her ass. It felt like it split her in two before it cleared her stretched to the limit anus.

The filthy cone fell to the floor with a loud metallic clang. Carol hung her head and gasped for breath as the pain between her butt cheeks subsided.

But no sooner had she gulped for air and sagged in her ropes, she felt the probing hand of the guard behind her, running up the backs of her thighs and then digging into her still stinging whip and cane marked ass cheeks.

“What do ya think Bill, I got time to ass fuck this big old slave whore?”

He had Carol’s ass cheeks wrenched apart with his thumbs, as she trembled and whimpered. His hot breath on her backside as he ran his tongue up her right ass cheek and then her left.

Mike was an avowed ass man, and Carol’s ample bum was heaven to him. He licked her cheeks twice more before then sinking his teeth into the flab of flesh on her left buttock. She screamed loudly as she felt his teeth crunch into her butt flab and hidden muscle.

“Hey, come on Mike, don’t damage the merchandise before it gets sold. That will piss of management. You don’t want the Boss or Joanne all yelling in our face….And no, you don’t have time to fuck this cow’s ass. I would love to myself, but our zoom auction starts in ten. And remember the only thing that is supposed to be in the picture is her fat lovely fuckable ass, mouth and tits.”

All this was said with deep mocking laughter as he stood in front of Carol’s wincing face. Tears slid down over her cheeks as she stood there, legs forced apart and unable to stop their sick manhandling of her.

“Too bad Bill…already having too much fun with this big old cow. Well just one last thing to add.”

There was a snapping noise and then an ear-splitting scream as Carol thrashed her head around. Her arms jerked at the ropes overhead and her perched feet, twisted in the ropes holding her legs spread apart.

She howled loudly, begging for them to, “Gawd pleassse , take it off…take it off …I beg you..pleassss..sse”

Bill looked down at his clipboard and then down over Carol’s heaving torso. Her sobs and begging running endlessly as he asked, “You put the clit pincers on the stupid cunt’s clit, didn’t you Mike?”

Mike’s smiling head appeared to the left of Carol’s quivering hips. His hands dug into her waist as he tried to hold her body as it trembled violently.

Her spread legs were uselessly pulling at the anchoring ropes as the pain of the large alligator teethed clip, crushed her nub of sexual nerves. The pain ran all thru her trapped body.

“Yep, just like her owner ordered. Maximum discomfort while she gets live streamed.” Mike boasted from behind Carol’s ass.

Her large bum cheeks jiggled as he gave each one a final firm slap. He gave the clit clamp a swat too, with the back of his hand. This elicited another round of moaning painful howls out of Carol’s blubbering mouth, before he reached up and grasped a bunch of her long brown tresses.

She was sobbing mournfully and pleading for them to stop. Her sob choked off and turned into a painful groan as Mike gipped her hair and used the brown strands to help haul himself back up of being on one knee.

At full height, towering behind her and with a tight grip still on her hair, he yanked her head back. Then he growled into her frightened face.

“Too bad your about to get sold, fatty! I would have really enjoyed another hour or two with you. I think I could have made you see jesus, or at least scream for him.”

“Well, you just may get that wish boys.”

A deep female voice boomed from the doorway entering the almost empty hallway. It was Joanne, the Boss’ trusty sadistic right hand ‘woman’, in charge of running the auction house.

Both Mike and Bill looked over at the stern in appearance, yet now grinning woman. The corner of Bill’s mouth upturned and his eyes glanced over to meet Carol’s teary anxious ones as he asked, “We have a delay ma’am?”

Joanne nodded, “Yes dammit, our IT people are having some issues with our online security. So, we’ve delayed the auction till tomorrow night. Think you boys can look after this piece of meat here for the night?”

Carol didn’t hear the men’s very agreeable reply, over her own screams as she began to flail away at her ropes. Hoping to god the woman was kidding….But the woman wasn’t….

Twenty four hours later…

Carol’s head hung down, her arms and shoulders aching in absolute discomfort. She swallowed and sputtered, “Please , please tell me it’s time…please.”

Behind her she could hear the metallic zip of one of the many visiting guards doing back up his fly. His cum trickled down between her spread inner thighs. The hot slimy liquid of his ejaculation leaked back out of her ass, doing nothing to stem the nonstop stinging her rectum was suffering.

She suddenly shook from her toes to her fingers and she gritted her teeth before screaming. Drool hung from her bottom lip and she began to pant again. Mike, the guard, moved the cattle prod away from her throbbing left tit that he had just unnecessarily shocked.

“What is it cunt? I thought you liked to get ass fucked…I thought that was your specialty?” he asked mockingly.

“I mean how many men have put their cocks up into your ass since last night? It’s been a steady stream hasn’t it? And with ten minutes before we start the online auction, Bill got to stick his long stiff dick up in your wretched stretched out ass, one more time. Lucky guy…Aren’t you happy for him?”

He then moved the prod down over the rolls of Carol’s shivering stomach, stopping at the cleft of her sex before taking the torturous prod and tapping the electrodes against the heavy old wrench swaying from her tormented clit.

Carol moaned and just shook her head. She had lost count after about a dozen or so times. And at some point in the morning, as she was being anally assaulted, some sick fuck had hung a wrench from her clit clamp, causing her to almost black out as another guard came up inside her rectum.

She was now utterly destroyed, ass fucked into utter submission and wishing for it all to end. Pleading out loud for the auction to begin, to an onlooking and surprised set of perverted guards. Never in her wildest dreams would she ever thought she would be begging to be sold.

There was another threatening jab of the electrodes into the mass of curls over her pubic mound and she heard the guard’s voice grumble, as the others laughed behind her.

“Tell me again you useless blubbering whore, tell me again what you want?”

Carol took a deep gasping breath and raised her tired and defeated head. Her face was covered in dried tears and her distressed eyes said it all, as she gasped out,

“I want to be sold…please, please sell me. pleasssse….Gawd please start the auction.”

Then she collapsed in her ropes, praying to god they would stop tormenting her and leave her ass alone. That they would finally begin selling her online to the highest bidder.

It was just then that the deep voice of that woman rang out from the back of the hall, and Carol went completely limp and whimpering.

“Hey boys, You ain’t gonna believe this , but god damn it!…more fucking IT issues…So guess what!”

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Megan and Rex…She’s an enslaved puppy girl.

Rex’s he’s just a dog

“Megan…Megan…come get fed you silly bitch!” She heard being yelled from outside her little shed. She cowered in the small wood building afraid to look out, but trying to right herself to shimmy her bare ass out though the opening.

She let out a yelp as she felt the snap of electricity hit her sex. Two more sudden bursts of the shock collar assembly wired into the metal plug filling up her pussy, hit her with intense aggravated pin point electrical stinging.

With as little haste as possible, she shuffled her bound legs around and peeked outside her actual dog house. She groaned as she saw her Master standing on the back porch of what was once her home too. His finger on the shock remote, which he pressed and held this time.

She screamed into her gag and ungracefully exited her dog house. The constant thrum of electricity running thru every nerve ending in her pussy, making her whine and then scream. She heaved in great gulps of air around her gag and sat back on her dirty bum, her bound legs spread and fully exposing her roped pussy, just as she knew she must.

The crotch rope that held in the metal plug, dug harshly into her soft cunt and cut up painfully thru her ass cheeks. With the power surge thru her sex quieted, she was still whimpering because of the discomfort of the crotch rope and of course the knowledge of how humiliating she must look.

Megan now spent the better part of her days humiliatingly tethered to a metal bolt driven into the back yard. Her limbs always bound up in some awkward way, leather cuffs now seemingly permanently wrapped around her upper arms.

A large rubber bone gag locked across her mouth keeping her ‘fuckin big yap properly shut’ as her master loved to say.

It was only allowed to come out from between her lips for ‘feeding time’, which meant cheap dog food, and of course her Master’s cum for dessert.

Megan’s deeper than usual humiliating groan was because she saw that her Master wasn’t alone. His friend Max and his dog Rex stood nearby on the back deck. Both men smiling and Max laughing out loud at her predicament. Rex’s big bushy tail was wagging like crazy as he sat beside Max.

Max began to talk, “So Dave, let me get this straight, your meek and innocent little Megan wanted to do some role play and now she’s been living out here…like an animal..well like a real dog… for like over a week? I got to say she doesn’t look overly thrilled dude.”

Megan dropped her head, wanting to avert her humiliated eyes from their neighbour. She was wearing barely any clothing, just a bra she had on the night Dave, her partner, over powered her and bound her up like this.

At first his rough play and dominating physicality that night seemed like it was what she had been nagging him to do. But as the night wore on, his demeanor changed, and soon she found herself unwillingly enslaved in the back yard as his real pet girl.

“Yep she was nagging me for weeks to treat her like a pet in bed. So to shut her up, I decided to go in 100 percent! And guess what? It feels fuckin good, and she looks so fuckin hot.”

Max nodded in grinning agreement, ”Yep a fine little fuck pet you’ve made her into.”

“It’s been a fucking joy to keep her leashed up out here and then make her crawl around and grovel. The bitch has not a speck of dignity left in her.” Dave added.

“I have made sure of that. For example, just yesterday I had her crawl up here on the deck and lick my balls and ass and then suck my cock, so she could get a reward of some cheap kibble. Then before I dragged her whiny ass back to her dog house, I fucked her hard in the ass.”

“In the ass, dude…She likes it in the ass?” Max asked with an open mouthed shocked look on his face.

Dave laughed, “Fuck no …I think she hates it. She cries and howls through the whole thing. But man though does it feel good. Plunging my cock thru those big ol bum cheeks of hers and drilling into her tight asshole, while it spasms around my cock. Man it’s the best! It’s gotten looser since I made her wear the tail plug constantly too.”

Max nodded, “I am impressed buddy, but I bet she wants out of being a pet now?”

“Well she ain’t got no fuckin choice does she? I mean look at her. She ain’t gonna get away from that predicament I got her stuck in. I think this may be a permanent thing, turns out I like owning a pet girl!”

Megan’s eyes shot wide open as the words flowed out of Dave’s mouth. She had thought this would end any day now. The sick game over. His twisted treatment of her as an animal, as a fuck pet for his perverted pleasure on a whim, no longer even remotely close to her earlier wishes.

Max unconsciously shifted his growing hard-on in his jeans and looked out at the humiliated and pouting Megan. She was sitting on the ground, her arms tied snug behind her, her legs bound up ankle to thigh. Her legs spread and her plugged cunt and the dirty tight crotch ropes showing in all their perverse glory..

“How long she been gagged with the chew toy?” he asked.

Dave smiled and adjusted his bulging jeans too, “Since I locked her up out here. She started screaming away that first night, begging me to let her go. I said fuck that bitch, and tape gagged her for the night and next day. That was until I could hit the pet shop and build up something suitable. Made a sweet fuckin Dog Bone gag for the whiny stupid bitch, or should I say mutt.”

He raised his beer up and took a swig and then squinted out at the yard. “Fuck …What the?! ….you naughty bitch!” he roared.

Max glanced at him, “What’s up dude!”

Dave was already bounding down the stairs and cursing, “You bad little whore. I can’t believe you did that! You are so fucked bitch!”

Megan cringed, tears beginning to flow behind her glasses. She knew what she had done wrong. But she hadn’t expected her Master to come back so soon. She watched as he picked up the offending item. Her tail and hated uncomfortable butt plug.

“THIS…THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN YOUR ASS …AT ALL TIMES BITCH!” He shouted, while holding the tail aloft.

Max was laughing behind Dave as the man fumed over a trembling Megan. His trusty dog Rex wagging his tail and watching the proceedings as well. He laughed even harder when Dave gripped a squealing Megan by her hair and flung her over face first into the dirt. Her ass now perched high in the air as she teetered on the knees of her bent up and bound legs.

Dave raised his right arm high and then brought it down furiously with a resounding smack into Megan’s ample right ass cheek. Her flesh shook at the impact of his large hand and he raised his arm again and began to deliver blow after blow. Spanking her bum with all his might.

“You bad little whore…bad, bad stupid cunt! BAD BAD DOG!” he shouted, as he smacked her ass over and over. The rippling flesh turning a bright red as the attack progressed.

He stopped, himself finally, panting hard, and gripped her crotch ropes and with out any hesitation, violently pulled upwards on them. A screeching squeal of discomfort coming from behind her dog bone gag, as the ropes cut up harshly through her soft tender pussy flesh.

“You just earned a good flogging and fucking… from both me and Max, you bad, bad pet! Now keep your ass in the air or else!” Dave scolded her.

He pushed her bound arms aside and loosened her crotch rope. Easing it away from her red lined flesh so he could see her puckered asshole and stuffed pussy. Just the sight of her splayed open ass cheeks and ready to fuck back entrance had him ready to cum in his jeans.

Max raised his eyebrows and took in the sight of Megan’s full ass and pussy raised in the air in front of him. He strode over to the bitch house and plucked the leather flogger off its hook.

“I like how you keep this handy.” He remarked.

Dave walked to the side of poor bent over Megan, and then put one of his booted feet on the back of her neck, right at her shoulder blades. Effectively holding her in place with is heavy dirt covered boot.

“Whip her big ass Max. Show her what disobedience brings!”

Max smiled and raised the flogger up high, bringing it down with a wonderful leather smacking sound across Megan’s perfectly framed ass. A sound that only the dozens of stinging strands of leather, streaking hot and painful across a young woman’s flesh, could make.

He worked the leather from her left cheek to right and then back again. Making sure to swing the leather strands underhand, sweeping upwards, on every fifth or so strike. The result being a resounding stinging smack square across all the dirt covered skin of Megan’s perfectly framed and exposed pussy and ass.

Dave kept his boot on her shoulder blades, watching as her whole body shuddered with each strike. Her squeals and groans growing louder with each strike. By the thirtieth or so strike, he pointed out to a panting Max that Megan’s pussy was glistening with moisture.

“Check it out Max, my little pet slut is getting all wet!”

Max delivered another blow of the leather and watched as Megan’s hips actually nudged back into the leather strands, as if to meet the stinging leather and intensify the heat of the harsh contact.

Which was true, as under Dave’s boot she was whimpering and groaning. From not just her humiliation and the pain throbbing thru her ass, but also from the deep ache growing in her drenched pussy. How she could be this turned on, while she was treated so inhumanely, utterly confused her young mind.

Max was ready to burst himself and tossed the flogger aside. “Can I fuck your pet whore now? Jezuz dude I am ready to explode!”

Dave took his foot off Megan’s trembling back and then yanked on her leash. He went about shortening and wrapping it tight to the bolt in the ground. So short and snug, she couldn’t move her head more than and inch or two.

He reached down and then pulled out the six inch long, two inch thick metal plug jammed in her cunt, making her yelp as he did so. Then he patted a whimpering Megan on the head, “Now be a good pet whore and let my friend fuck you silly.”

Megan shivered and sobbed. Her degradation complete. She tried to move her bound arms behind her, but the ropes and leather cuffs kept her movements to a bare minimum. She tried to move her head, but her face was literally held to the ground now by the short leash. Her bound legs ached from the ropes trapping her thighs and ankles.

She knew what was coming next with her ass and pussy pushed high in the air. Soon she would be fucked, by another man, like the pet whore she now was. She chided herself now for having pulled out her tail plug. ‘Never again.’ She tried to mumble thru her gag. Never again would she disobey her master, she thought.

Dave patted Max on the shoulder, laughing as he said, “Go at her…I bet the horny slut may even cum. I am gonna get another beer and give you some privacy.”

Dave left Max alone in the backyard, his dog Rex still panting and pacing nearby. Max quickly opened his jeans and pulled out his stiff cock. Dropping to his knees, he leaned in over Megan and grasped her bound elbows. The tip of his cock threateningly teasing at her snug back entrance.

“So should I fuck your tight ass or your slick wet pussy. I can’t believe how wet you are Megan…Or should I say pet!”

Megan shuddered and groaned. She was unable to voice her choice to let him know she was pleading with him not to try and fuck her sore poor ass. She knew it would be plugged with that despicable tail plug soon enough.

And most embarrassingly, she really wanted to cum. She wanted this man to fuck her cunt, to impale her with his cock. His flogging of her ass and degradingly displayed sex, had peaked her arousal to the nth degree.

And as if reading her mind, she felt him draw the head of his shaft down into the slickened folds of her aching pussy. His cock sliding into her entrance with ease. She moaned as it slipped in one inch, then two..then three, her hips trying to push back and let her pussy swallow as much of his cock as possible.

“You dirty little whore…What a good pet you are. You want to be fucked! You want me to ram my cock into you while you’re bent over and tied up like this, like a pathetic whore of a slave pet…don’t you?” he said thru gritted teeth.

Megan began to groan thru her gag in acknowledgement, even nodding as he continued to savagely fuck her. His demeaning words, actually making her wetter as he buried his thick shaft in her clenching cunt.

He swatted her bound flailing arms out of the way and dug his fingers into her hips. Holding on tight he slammed his cock in the rest of its full length and began to pump his hips into her full ass. Even wearing jeans, is hammering thrusts were so solid, that there was a fleshy slap, slap noise permeating the backyard.

Megan bit down hard on her dog bone gag as he sped up his assault on her quivering cunt. She could feel him grasping the short chain holding her leather elbow cuffs together and pulling on them for more leverage. His grip and pull on her arms helping him to fully bury his ready to explode rod, utterly deep into her hot drenched insides.

There was a resounding crack of skin on skin as Max started spanking her right ass cheek. His cock now fully buried in Megan’s gushing cunt. She screamed into her gag from the sting of his blows. His bruising strikes becoming a constant rush of stinging flesh as he came deep in her cunt.

Megan was about to burst herself, she could feel the orgasm building and then ..he was gone. There was a wet, almost slurping like noise as a panting and cursing Max pulled his spent cock out of Megan’s cheated pussy. She started to scream, her hands futilely flailing at the air as if trying to grab him and drag him back.

Max stood and laughed, placing the hard toe of his work boot between her ass cheeks and rubbing hard downward, just to her whine and howl. “Maybe next time pet. Thanks for the good fuck though. I hope Dave keeps you like this for a very, very long time. I could see making this a regular thing.”

Megan just knelt there sobbing pitifully, head stuck to the ground, ass high in the air. Her poor pussy taken to the edge, now just throbbing as Max’s spent semen leaked back out of it.

Max adjusted his fly and walked into the back of the house. “Thanks man, that was fun. I think she actually is accepting that she’s your pet now. She knows she has no choice but to act like the pathetic cunt pet she is.” He commented, as he accepted a beer from Dave.

The two men tapped beer bottle necks and took big swigs. Both men frowning and turning at the sound of the most horrid, panicked howling coming from Megan in the backyard. They could hear her panicked screams and what were definitely gagged and garbled yells for help.

Dave’s shoulders then began to shake, his laughter growing as he asked a confused Max, “Where’s your dog man? Where’s Rex?”

A huge look of disbelief spread over Max’s face, “Oh fuck no…No fuckin way man!” he said, as they both raced to the back porch. Flinging open the screen door, both men stopped and stood on the back porch and stared aghast at the scene before them.

And there was Rex, his front paws high over Megan’s cowering head. Her tightly bound arms trying to fight him off, to no avail. The large dog’s hindquarters humping away at Megan’s perched ass. Her screams growing louder and louder as Rex’s erection disappeared into Megan’s exposed backside.

“Should we stop this?” Dave asked with a smirk on his face.

“Are you kidding me, no way! Poor old Rex hasn’t gotten any in months. Plus, I think your slutty little pet out there is actually going to cum. “

Megan’s mournful howls and her gagged pleas for help drifted over the backyard for endless minutes, as the two men leaned on the porch railing and took in the show.

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The hazard of not reading all the Park Signage…

Liliane tried her best to keep up with her briskly walking husband. But it was difficult and quite painful at times. She was struggling to stay with him, her bare feet stepping as fast as they could on the dirty broken concrete of the cracked and shifting sidewalk.

But it wasn’t the stones or cracked cement under her tender feet that hurt the most as she hobbled along. And it wasn’t the stiff leather belt digging into the flesh of her legs, just above her knees either. Though that belt was doing a bang-up job of making her comically hobble along.

No, the most uncomfortable feeling was down between her legs. Down there just above her still sticky cum coated inner thighs. The short length of chain that was attached to the base of her leather armbinder and being wrenched on by her husband, was what was causing her the most amount of uncomfortable distress.

He had a firm grip on the last couple of links and was tugging on the chain like it was a leash. A leash that ran back in between her legs. The hard steel links disappearing up into the folds of her sex. The metal rubbed and grated against the softest flesh of her plump body.

Her ankle bell rung away as she whimpered and tried to keep pace with him. The cool morning air of this ungodly early hour of 6am, it made her nipples harden. Especially the one that distended under the weight of the large brass ownership tag hanging from its thick metal hoop piercing.

She continued to hobble along the street, utterly naked except for the leather armbinder trapping her arms and hands. Her eyes darted back and forth as she hoped none of her neighbors, or hopefully not anyone, would see her this way.

Exposed, utterly naked and gagged. Hobbled and bound in a most distressing way that left her unable to cover up one bit of her nakedness as her husband dragged her along the quiet city street.

Suddenly Liliane came to an abrupt stop as her husband spun around and faced her. He yanked up hard on the chain between her legs and then growled into her shocked and panicked face.

“This is where you stay, wife…or should I say, slave! This is where I am leaving you for the entire day, because you were such a fuck up the last few days! Cold dinner, warm beer and last night’s halfhearted blowjob are not what I deserve!”

Liliane was moaning and unable to protest out a single discernable syllable. The huge gag her pissed off husband had shoved into her pleading mouth before he dragged her out of the house, made sure of her inability to communicate.

Though she could still taste his semen in her mouth. Two whole mouthfuls early this morning she had endured. All in the hope of appeasing him, of showing him she was utterly sorry about how she had screwed up dinner and then mistakenly served him warm beer.

With his cock hitting her hard in the back of the throat this morning, she had internally chided herself for forgetting to check the temperature of his beer and his food. It was a costly mistake she was learning.

But in all fairness, he had come home late from work. The dinner she had prepared for his normal arrival time had gone cold and his beer warm.

And the midnight blowjob he always demanded, she could have performed better. But Liliane had found it hard to keep her mouth wrapped around his dick. She was screaming too much from the anguish in her alligator clamped nipples and equally nastily clamped and pinched clit.

This morning, hauled out of her cramped punishment cage and then spread over the giant king bed, face down, she had begged for his forgiveness with every harsh smack of the paddle striking her ass.

And yes, she then greedily and with a hopeful show of remorse for her failings, she had tried to appease him by swallowing his dick and the copious ejaculations released by his balls…twice.

And then with her ankles tied to each corner of the bed, he crawled up between her thick thighs. He held onto her armbinder elbow straps for extra leverage, and then he brutally fucked her. And through it all, he warned her by breathing into the side of her tear-streaked face,

“Don’t you dare fucking cum, bitch…This is for me…Not you, you disobedient fat slut! Orgasm and I will add some serious ass stretching to your coming… long fucking day!”

Liliane obeyed him and bit back her impending orgasm. She could taste the metallic taste of her own blood as she bit her bottom lip so hard. She was willing to do anything to mitigate the punishment he was threatening to throw at he, including bite back her own orgasm.

And Liliane didn’t know what he meant by ‘long fucking day ‘, until he had her now standing at the entrance to the city’s central ‘adult’ park. A private park where likeminded individuals came to enjoy the outdoors.

The sun was starting to rise, and the sound of traffic was drifting in from a nearby busy roadway. The park lamp behind her was still aglow but would soon turn off. She began to whimper as she realized the lamp was a special one. One she would be getting well acquainted with.

Her husband dropped the short chain and then swatted her ass.

“Turn around and face the wall.” He ordered.

Liliane did as he said, trying her best to squash the nervous trembling wanting to overtake her naked and cooling body. She read the signs at the entrance to the park and she began to whimper.

Her husband grasped the chain and pulled it back through her stuck together thighs. The belts around her legs, just above her knees, kept her thighs stuck tight. He padlocked the chain to a special steel mount on the lamppost.

Then he chuckled loudly, “Not a bad looking slave slut! You’re a pretty hot fucking bondage MILF, wife!...You’re going to look pretty damn inviting stuck here all day.”

She was fully shivering now from the cool morning air and the new knowledge that she would be stuck here, absolutely naked, gagged and looking all the world like a true slave slut…as per her husband’s demeaning words.

She would be exposed to whoever wandered by. A humiliating and deeply embarrassing thought that made her want to begin desperately begging again for her husband’s forgiveness.

Suddenly her whole body stiffened, and she whimpered in embarrassment as she heard another male voice.

“Nice cunt you have there. Leaving it around to show off its plump assets, are we?”

A grey haired and hunched over old man, well into his eighties limped up to inspect Liliane. He poked her right in the belly with the end of his cane. His eyes shone as he looked Liliane over.

His lecherous gaze travelled all over her exposed body. Even for an elderly man his leering attentions still made Liliane feel utterly violated.

It was a feeling that only intensified once he palmed the brown curls of her trimmed mound. Then one of his bent and arthritic fingers worked its way in between her thighs.

“May I?” he asked her smirking husband after already adding a second shriveled finger.

“Be my guest. She’s here for the day.” Replied her husband.

A look of utter horror and panic spread across Liliane’s face as her husband hung the padlock key. He hung it from the hoop drilled into the front of her ball gag. Now she understood why he had rammed this gag into her mouth this morning.

Her husband then swatted her ass hard, one more time before walking away. Over his shoulder he told the old man.

“Enjoy her pussy and don’t forget to sample her ass. Like the tattoo on her ass says…she loves anal!”

Liliane screamed and then shook her head about. Unlike what the tattoo said, a tattoo that she had been forced to get, she dreaded anal. But of course, she thought, the old man would never get hard enough at his age to violate her ass.

And as she thought this, and his old stiff fingers tried to push through her folds, she forgot about one thing. His other old and wrinkled hand was holding a cane.

And the end of that cane was no longer on the ground. It was travelling up the back of her legs and then under her leather trapped hands.

Liliane’s loud anguished scream gave away where the end of the cane next disappeared too. Right in between her ample buttocks and disappearing fast.

…

The sun had now fully risen, and Lilian stood there quaking. The old man had long since slowly made his way over to a park bench just inside this quiet side entrance to the park. He was feeding the pigeons and ignoring Liliane’s embarrassing and humiliating predicament.

Her ass stung for a good long half hour after he had degradingly toyed with her. Her only saving grace had been his weak 80 year old arms. His strength was long gone so the butt end of his cane had only been able to breech an inch or two of her actual snug butt hole.

The sting in her ass had only just receded and now was being replaced by humiliation after humiliation. The number of people wandering by had increased substantially. Some stopped to stare and some to comment.

One old woman walking her white poodle, stopped and stared at Liliane. Then she spat in Liliane’s wincing and flushed face.

“You disgraceful whore! Showing your body like this! You should be locked away.”

The old woman then smiled as her poodle raised one of its back legs and it proceeded to piss on Liliane’s feet.

“Well, it looks like you’re good for something! Come on Fifi, time for walkies.”

The woman disappeared into the park leaving a sobbing Liliane to stand in the puddle of drying dog piss.

Many others walked by Liliane’s trembling body. More derogatory and unsympathetic comments were directed her way.

A mother walking her daughter to school was asked by her daughter, “Mommy, why is that woman naked…and crying? Why is she chained like that?”

The mother’s reply was to give Liliane an evil look and say, “She’s being punished. That’s what happens when you don’t’ obey your daddy or husband.”

The pair walked out of sight. And within minutes were replaced by busy businessmen on their way to work. But not busy enough to pass up stopping to get a quick feel of Liliane’s full tits, grope her ample ass or even finger her pussy and pinch her clit.

At one point a group of teen boys on the far side of the street pulled out their phones and began to snap away pictures. “I dare you!” was all Liliane heard from the group before one of them ran across the street.

He ran up to a whimpering Liliane and before she could do anything about it, like turning away, he grabbed a handful of her pubic hair. He turned to look back at his laughing friends and as he tightened his grip on her pubic hair, he started to run back.

Liliane wailed into her gag. The pain in her pubic mound from the ripped-out hairs was atrocious. She was wailing so bad she barely even heard the boy yell, “Told ya I could get a handful of the old cow’s pussy pelt!”

But she had heard them, and she felt more demeaned and humiliated than she ever had in her entire life. She clamped her eyes shut and tried to block out the feeling of utter humiliation and hopelessness she felt being stuck out there on the open street and sidewalk.

Suddenly she shrieked into her gag. A cruel stinging she felt across her right ass cheek. Liliane chanced a look over her shoulder just in time to see a well-dressed woman whip a freshly snapped off piece of tree branch across the back of her thighs.

With her eyes leaking tears and her body trembling she moaned as the smiling woman took the tip of the branch and traced a line from her ass, around her waist belt, and up to her heaving chest.

She tickled the tips of Liliane’s nipples with the fresh spring leaves and buds that had been trying to appear on the branch.

The woman holding the branch looked at the man she was with and laughed.

“This is so much fun, Harold. Good idea. A simple freshly cut tree branch is as good or better as a riding crop or whip. You want to try, Husband?”

She offered the branch back to her stoic-looking husband, Harold. He continued to tickle the tips of Liliane’s breasts with the little leaves and fresh growth. Btu he showed little emotion while doing it.

Then without warning he snapped the end of the branch across her left tit, making her wince, scream, and jump there on the spot. He whipped her breasts thoroughly for the next few minutes.

This made him smile, for he was a true sadist. The couple’s laughter was loud as a poor shrieking Liliane tried to dance her way out of their reach.

That was a futile exercise as the chain locking her armbinder to the post was never going to break. She was stuck to the post. Humiliating stuck to this most public of spots, or so she thought, until the woman noticed the key hanging from Liliane’s ball gag.

“Harold look!” she exclaimed as she untied the key from the gag. The woman pointed to the lower sign on the park’s stone wall.

“Can we claim her? Can we take her…please? I do so badly want to use that new strap-on you bought me. You said if we found the right girl, I could fuck her ass just like you fuck mine!”

The ever quiet Harold rubbed his chin and then uttered, ”Sure, dear. Let’s claim this MILF whore…And look! She apparently loves anal!”

He stabbed the end of the branch into a desperately groaning, Liliane’s left bum cheek. Her desperate muffled begging pleas turned into a frenzy of terrified gagged squeals as she listened to him add,

“She’ll look great bound and impaled with you on the dual anal horse we just had built! I bet her plump ass will totally swallow up the bigger ten inch dildo!”

…. Ten hours later…

Liliane’s husband stood under the streetlamp, looking all around. There was no sign of his wife. No sign of her straps, belts, chains or gag. He rubbed his chin and then took a closer look at the stone wall.

The second sign lower on the wall, he hadn’t read this morning. He suddenly swore and muttered out loud to no one…

“Fuck…well then it looks like I need to go get a new wife…But I think this time, I will just go buy one. One that’s already been trained and punished enough to know how to properly please her man.”

Then he walked home down the deserted street. Past the many doors of old brick rowhomes. Passing one that unbeknownst to him had a specially built basement dungeon.

A dungeon where Liliane now found herself screaming and screaming. Her body even more excruciatingly bound up and her holes all plugged and filled.

Her new life… going from a discarded (and just slightly disobedient) housewife… to sex slave and pain toy… about to unwillingly begin.

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This poor prisoner thinks she’s getting a ‘release’

A Tuesday Re-edit and Re-post

Marjorie wriggled her fingers and shifted her weight around on the soiled small blanket. The ropes around her thighs biting into her skin as she stared out through the bars of her cramped and utterly degrading miniscule prison cell.

How many weeks, months and years now it had been, she did not know now. Her secret trial and then brutal incarceration was a faint memory, as she suffered day in and day out in this most hellish of prisons.

Stuck in a world so unlike her previous one, that she could scarcely imagine this was real. In her previous life before becoming this abused and tormented prisoner, she had been a university librarian. A woman trying to help educate young minds. Unfortunately in a way the government deemed unacceptable.

She heard another noise far down the dim long hallway and tried vainly to shuffle forward to glimpse what or who it might be. Her short neck chain pulled harshly on her welded together permanent steel collar and she winced from the discomfort.

Then a hushed voice came from above. It was another inmate, stored in an equally small cell above her. She was very young and tragically new to this place, just a few days into her incarceration and thus utterly terrified and not yet broken by this place.

Her faint scared voice carried thru the drain hole between their tiny disgusting cells.

“Marjorie, I think they’re coming…I think it’s a bunch of them…And they’re laughing…But it’s not time…is it? Marjorie…I am scared. I don’t want them to hurt me again.”

Marjorie backed up a bit on her patch of dirty cloth. It was the only item she was afforded the privilege of having in her small dehumanizing cell. Shuffling her bent up and bound legs backwards, she was able to peer up through the drain holes and see her fellow inmate staring down at her.

Behind her back, she flexed her trapped arms and once again wished to god that one day they would unbolt her rigid cuffs and neck shaft, or at least remove some of the utterly unnecessary ropes. The utter daily strictness of her situation she knew was just the warden’s very successful way of dehumanizing her.

She gulped and tried to calm the panicked teenager chained up above her.

“It’s okay Stella. It’s probably just some guards transferring someone or something. We’ve already had exercise time and the guard shift change is hours off.”

Marjorie really hoped that was the case. Those were the only two times a day they could count on to be dragged out of their claustrophobic little prisons. Which was a blessing and a curse.

The imprisoned women in this row of cells had already had their daily one hour forced exercise stint in the prison’s high walled courtyard.

Every morning at 8am the abused and strictly restrained female inmates of this secret prison, had their ropes loosened and chains unlocked, so they could be herded out of their cramped dingy cells.

Then for the next hour, utterly naked and shivering in fear and distress, regardless of the weather, they were paraded around the courtyard by the leering sadistic guards.

Some were chosen randomly by the sadistic guards to be caned or whipped in a cruel incentive to keep their hopeless plodding walk always progressing below the towering ominous grey concrete walls.

Those moving too slow, those glancing the wrong way at a guard or stupid enough to whisper a word to their fellow inmates, were then strung up by their wrists and whipped unconscious, usually by two or more of the overzealous guards.

Then the frenzied and amped up guards would brutally take their turns using the semi conscious prisoner for all sorts of sordid sexual pleasures.

The abuse taking place while all the other frightened and distraught prisoners continued their forced exercise march around the base of the two-story high walls ringing the courtyard. Most of the whimpering women trying not to look at the perverse horror show unfolding in the middle of the prison.

That daily morning horror show had just ended, so Marjorie expected to not see or hear another guard till shift change time, later that day at 5pm.

The horrid afternoon shift change was the second time of the day that the begging and howling inmates might find themselves dragged from their dark cells.

Shift change was when there was double the number of lecherous and vile male guards roaming the hallways. All of them horny from spending the day lording over a secret prison full of cowering, naked and chained up women and girls.

And so, the sadistic crew of merciless guards celebrated the shift change by hauling a number of the screaming girls and women out of their cells.

Why? Well of course so the overly horny guards could use them in the most perverted and sexually abusive ways. Forced blow jobs from all the inmates on the lower cell levels, being the standard of the day.

While some of the girls housed in the upper cells found themselves with their legs and whip marked bottoms hanging half out of their cramped little prison cells. This so a guard could brutally take them from behind.

Marjorie heard the voices getting closer and wetted her lips for the inevitable. The countless months and now years she had spent in this place had turned her into an expectant and talented cock swallower.

As the heavy boot stomping and deep laughter of the guards came closer, she heard some soft terrified sobs coming from above her. So she spoke quickly and quietly.

“Stella, stop the blubbering, that will really get their attention. Just sit tight and stay in the shadows.”

Marjorie bit her lip at her words. Regretting her use of the word ‘sit tight’. For up above her, poor young Stella was encased in steel just like her, but worse.

Marjorie had watched the bastards lock the wailing young girl into the strictest restraints imaginable. They had added both elbow and ankle shackles. And for an added twist of brutal restriction, they had added a few links of chain locked between them.

Marjorie could hear the metal links and many large padlocks rattle as Stella rolled around above her. And just at the moment, shadows appeared in front of her small cell door.

Deep male voices carried in thru the bars and a deep involuntary shiver ran thru her as she recognized the sadistic warden’s gruff voice.

“What do you think Governor Adams, will this pretty young thing make a great decoration at the President’s private party this weekend?”

There was a small, discomforted squeal and then a rattle of chains from the cell above. It was followed by a deep baritone chuckle.

“She’s a pretty little thing, that’s for sure. Nice snug little snatch I see too. It feels very soft and not yet disfigured, like a lot of the pathetic bitches in here. The President likes them tight and squealing. Come on sweetie smile for me. Show me you like my finger inside you.”

Then the male voice of the Governor bellowed, “Smile, you disrespectful little bitch! or I will pull you out of there right now and fuck up your tight little ass!”

Marjorie shivered as she imagined the large commanding man outside her cell, fingering the poor terrified and inexperienced Stella. Well, inexperienced until just a few days ago, when she found herself incarcerated in this hellish prison.

There was more audible whimpering and pitiful choking sobs coming from above Marjorie’s head. And then a loud laugh from both the men. Obviously, Stella had somehow forced out a mournful smile, since the men seemed appeased. The Warden’s voice once again rang out,

“She’ll make a great addition to the decadent Roman theme, I hear you political types are having at this special fundraising party. I can see her chained up to a pillar in the middle of the party, sucking off the many important donors that President, and yourself, will be entertaining.”

The Governor laughed, “Yep, I can see charging a $1,000 bucks a blow, for this little one’s pretty young mouth. Some of my more perverted supporters, they’ll readily part with loads of cash to push their stinky dicks down some slobbering and blubbering teenager’s throat if they freely get to torture her too.”

The two men’s sick words made Marjorie shudder and she almost whimpered herself as she heard Stella’s chains rattle above and then some squeaky whimpering sobs. The girl’s unseen horrified face was shaking in response to the leering man’s sick statement.

“But I have a big guest list for this fundraiser, so I need more than one mouth or cunt to entertain my horny perverted and depraved friends. Another set of pretty tits to beat and a pussy to defile would be useful.”

“So what else you got rotting down in here, Warden? What other fine pieces of chained up useless cunt meat do you have waiting to be put to good use?”

There was a moment of quiet and then Marjorie gulped and her eyes blinked. Two leering male faces peered in past the bars of her small cell door. She could feel her shoulders trembling as the Warden grinned evilly at her.

“This cunt here might be a thought. She’s been incarcerated long enough to know the rules. To know what she is now. Don’t you inmate?”

His sadistic eyes stared straight in at Marjorie, causing her to involuntarily shudder again, even as she nodded her head in acknowledgement of this sick truth.

“Come on inmate, tell the Governor of our fine state, what you really are? What you have become?” sneered the Warden.

Marjorie gulped again, the restrictive nature of her permanently sealed steel collar making it noticeably uncomfortable to do so. She looked at the expensively suited Governor and stated simply, “I am an inmate Sir. A prisoner here…Wherever here is?”

Her eyes went to the filthy floor and her trapped arms tried to flex. Seconds later the business end of the Warden’s favourite long nasty electric cattle prod came stabbing between the bars.

Its two powerful electrodes jabbed into her left tit, square over her ringed nipple and its dangling three chain links. She squealed as the electrodes sunk into her soft breast flesh.

She tried to shift back, away from the horrible pain inducing device, but her chains, ropes and the confines of her tiny cell meant there was no hope in hell of getting away from the threatening tool of painful control.

There was a series of clicks and then the most excruciating jolts of sharp pain ripped thru her left nipple. Her agonising scream ending with a sobbing shriek, “GAWD PLEASSSSE..PLEASSSE…STOPPP…I AM A CUNT!! I AM A STUPID USLESS CUNT!”

“And what else? Come on inmate, what are all the other great things we have told you, to make you know your place?” barked the Warden as he freely zapped Marjorie’s chest with the cattle prod.

Marjorie’s painful wails could be heard up and down the long hallway. To end the harsh abuse, she started spewing out every degrading thing any guard or the Warden had told her,

“I AM A USELESS WASTE OF SPACE…A WORHTLESS CUM DUMP…A DIRTY WHORE…AN ASS LICKING FILTHY CUNT…ONLY GOOD FOR FUCKING AND SUCKING! PLEASSSSEE.PLEASSSE….STOPPP….I BEG YOUUU.”

And to her utter surprise it did stop. The tip of the cattle prod banged against the bars as the Warden pulled it back out.

Glancing down at her abused chest she could see small red dots all over her heaving bosom. Her tits and nipples still excruciatingly stinging in pain from where the cattle prod had made horrific contact and cruelly scorched her soft skin.

But her reprieve from their debasement was limited, as a shadow loomed almost entirely over the small entrance to her cell. The voice of the Governor bellowed.

“Prove it, you pathetic piece of shit. Prove what you just said, or I will ask the Warden to demonstrate the new impaling device we just had delivered and set up special for the most disrespectful wretched sluts!”

The Governor already had his long erect dick unsheathed from his suit pants and bobbing between the middle bars of Marjorie’s cell door. A huge grin was on his face that she couldn’t see, as he tested out her willingness to degrade herself, in an effort to minimize her pain.

Marjorie didn’t need anymore coaxing than that. The threat of whatever the Governor was talking about outside her cramped cell she ignored. She willingly opened her mouth and took in the bulbous head of his already cum dripping cock.

The giant bead of precum coated her tongue and she swallowed once before forcing her mouth further up his stiff smelly shaft. His musky male scent filled her nose as his pubic hair tickled it, and as his ample cock filled her mouth, entirely.

“Jessuz fuck…What an obedient cock sucker this one is!” gasped a pleased Governor Adams.

He had his hands on his hips, his pelvis up against the top of the bars of the meter high cell door. The wet messy slurping noises of Marjorie’s hands-free cock sucking, maked him grin and grunt.

“Mighty fine and eager cum eater you have here Warden and she’s prettier than most of the other pieces of cunt shit you have rotting down in here. Think this fine cunt could be released for the party too?”

He then let out a shout of pleasure as Marjorie’s willing mouth wrapped and sheathed around his pulsating dick like a second skin. Her efforts to please him spurred on by just one word she had heard him utter, ‘released’.

The Governor wanted to reach in thru the bars and drive Marjorie’s mouth even further down on to his cock, but the view of the teenage ass and pussy wriggling around in the upper cell in front of him was just too inviting.

Soon he had his large meaty hands reaching thru the bars of the upper cell. His hands groping the lovely toned teenage ass of a poor sobbing Stella as she lay there on her side in a strict modified hogtie of unrelenting steel.

“Come on you cute teeny slut, get over here and ride my big fat fingers. Let me finger fuck what I bet is a really tight snatch, as your cock loving friend below, swallows my dick and all the cum in my big balls!”

Then his long fingers invaded the soft tender folds of the squirming girl. The feel of her almost hairless pussy made his balls draw tight. Stella sobbed and whimpered, wishing for it to stop. Her strict steel restraints offering her no way to shield or protect herself from the threat of his assault.

His unwanted groping and fingering caused her to pitifully squeal as she felt two of his fat fingers squeeze into her stinging narrow raw slit. Her chains rattled as she tried to flail about. Her cuffed hands and arms not allowing her any way to stop his unwanted invasion of her most private place.

With a third finger buried into a constantly squealing Stella’s enjoyably tight teen pussy, the Governor gruffly barked down at Marjorie,

“Come on whore, get busy! I want to feel your throat muscles around the head of my dick! Or I will get the Warden to show me how he can burn your pretty clit clean off with that high powered cattle prod…Ya…Ya bitch…that’s how you do it!”

He groaned in satisfaction as a frightened and desperate Marjorie used every bit of slack she had in her restraining neck chain, to try and get her face as close to her cell bars as possible.

She was fighting back a choking gag as his cock filled up the entirety of her mouth and obstructed the back of her gasping throat. His pulsating dick was taking up every bit of space her open mouth and gulping throat could offer.

Tears streamed down her face from the exertion and the hopeless feeling of utter debasement washing over her. The now loud screaming sounds of a violated Stella coming from above her, filled her ears.

Then suddenly the cock in her mouth, it literally exploded, filling it up to. The Governor groaned and shouted loud about his enjoyable release.

“FUCK YA…Come on ya pretty cunt! swallow it all!”.

His powerful hips were now banging into Marjorie’s cell door. His cock was fulling releasing his load into Marjorie’s red and straining face. Her eyes were bulging in surprise at the copious load of hot cum streaming into her mouth.

The heated wet goo of his cock erupted into Marjorie’s mouth so quickly she had little time to swallow. So as she choked and tried obediently to swallow what she could of his hot jism, long strands of his sticky semen spilled from the corners of her gasping cock filled mouth and landed on her filthy bound legs.

When he finally stepped back and let his spent dick flop out of her sore swollen lips and slide down her cum slickened chin, he snorted,

“Messy bitch aren’t you inmate? You gonna be that disgusting at my party? Letting cum go everywhere on you?”

“Sorry Sir….Governor Sir… I …I...will try to do better at your party… Sir. I promise.”

Marjorie’s mumbled out answer spilled out of her semen swimming mouth. She kept her eyes downcast, and her words interspersed with wet gasps as she licked her lips and tried to swallow.

Marjorie was only now beginning to understand that she might get to spend a night, or even hopefully a day outside of her horrible little prison cell. Sick as it was she would be willing to suck hundreds of putrid dicks just to get the chance to leave this hell hole, to be released if even for a day.

So the Warden and the Governor were both a bit surprised when an exuberant Marjorie pushed her face up close to the bars and gasped,

“I will suck and swallow the dicks of everyone of your guests, Sir. I’ll make sure every drop of their important cum ends up in mouth and stomach Sir. We both will please your guests like no other…..”

And Marjorie paused, trying to think of the right words. Her eyes glanced upward, towards the ceiling of her tiny cell and the poor whimpering Stella. She couldn’t see her, but Marjorie could still hear the teenager whimpering and crying from the assault by the Governor.

“Like no other cock and cum loving pair of sluts you could ever find in here, Sir. We’ll be the best, Sir. We’ll ride every man’s cock. We’ll fuck and suck every guest, and we’ll please you Sir, in any way you wish.” Marjorie stated with only the slightest repugnant waver in her voice.

The Governor’s smiling face as he peered in at her pleading one, gave her hope that after so long being held in such cramped lightless quarters, she would find herself in the outside world, albeit an indentured sex slave of some sort.

The Governor reached thru the bars and patted the top of her head,

”All right then. You and this adorable teenager up here, you two can be released to serve at the President’s party this upcoming Saturday. I am sure he’ll enjoy both of what you two have to offer.”

Marjorie actually smiled up at the man. Happy in the knowledge that in just a couple of days she would be ‘released’. Well, let out of her claustrophobic cell and maybe even unchained and untied, she pondered.

She sat there in her strict bondage imagining what it would be like to see the outside of these stone and concrete walls, not paying any attention now to the Warden and the Governor as the two men strode away.

Their conversation now long out of ear shot of the two inmates in question as the walked the long corridor lined with dozens of steel barred doors. Pair after pair of forlorn and defeated eyes peered out at the two passing men as they conversed.

“So, Governor, you like those two for the Party? And can I ever expect to see them again?”

“Oh yes, those two cunts will be perfect. And no, it’s highly unlikely they’ll be back…as you know. You might as well prep those two cells for some new tenants!” The Governor smirked at the Warden.

“The last fundraiser we had like this, the guests were so willing to pay up big, for the freedom to fuck up a pretty cunt in any way they wanted, well, one ended up as fertilizer in my wife’s rose garden, with what was left of her!”

The warden raised an eyebrow and then made a mental note to add those two cells to the list for new arrivals.

And then with a loud laugh, Governor Adams continued,

“And the other one, last I heard was being kept in a cramped steel box deep in the basement of the White house. Kept chained and gagged 24-7 all so the Prez can have a screaming snivelling cunt around, to torture whenever he wants.”

“And speaking of boxes, I‘ll have my men deliver the soundproof steel shipping crate for those two hot cunts by tonight. Chain and gag the pair into the same tight little box. And do it early. Let them see what really awaits them as they spend the next three days stuck together and locked away in utter immobile darkness.”

Then with one deep last laugh the Governor added,

“Hell, that pretty bitch in the bottom cell seemed to think she was about to get some sort of reprieve from her punishing existence. Let’s make the stupid whore realize… it’s only gonna get worse from here on out.”

The end….

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Just another imprisoned woman, forced into learning to be a whore…So she can eventually be sold for a tidy profit

The guard swung open the heavily barred steel door to Andrea’s cell. The noise it made as it swung on its rusty hinges sent a shiver down her naked spine.

She gulped and blinked hard as the vile, penis like hard rubber appendage, stuck in deep in her constantly drooling mouth, sealed up the back of her throat. It had been strapped into her mouth for only a few days, but it was becoming a soul breaking burden to try and swallow, and fight to breathe around it.

Andrea was new to this harsh and evilly twisted prison existence. She was just two days into her incarceration and so far it was more of a nightmare than she could have ever imagined in her worst dreams.

Innocence meant nothing to the new fascist government, and it meant even less in this sadistic place. She groaned deeply as the guard walked past the other three cowering women locked inside this dank and sunless cell with her.

Three other nameless women, who had been imprisoned long before Andrea, all incarcerated in this most secretive of government sanctioned prisons. The other three cowered as the guard kicked his way into the unbelievably small cell.

A concrete walled cell so small, the imprisoned women literally rubbed up against each other for the aching and monotonous 22 to 23 hours a day they spent locked away in this cell.

Their four naked and chained bodies were stuffed into a cell that was only meant to be for one prisoner to suffer in, let alone four harshly chained and gagged females.

The signs of long-term abuse and torment were beaten, whipped, and even burned into the three other women’s horrifically abused bodies. All four women in the cell were miserably trapped in the same dire circumstances, for reasons that were only beginning to become clear Andrea.

Andrea was shivering as the hulking grey uniformed man came to a stop and studied her trembling naked body. Her exposed curvy form was fully on display as she sat there with her wrists cuffed firmly behind her back.

The thick choking steel collar they had bolted around her neck from the moment she was dragged into this place, was locked to the brick wall behind her. She could go nowhere or even attempt to shield her exposed body in any way.

She could only shiver and whimper as the guard’s lecherous gaze drifted all around her naked form. The man tapped his favorite tool of control against the heel of his black leather boot.

The high voltage cattle prod was the tool of choice for most of the guards. Though some did prefer a good old fashioned stiff horse whip or a slender yet stinging bamboo cane.

The red tip of the painful zapping cattle prod he then shifted upwards to his right. The pain inducing electrode tips he dug into the sagging bruised breasts of the skinny middle-aged woman chained up to Andrea’s left.

He swung his gaze around at the four women and then asked with a chuckle, “So which of you ugly bitches want to keep learning her new role? Which one of you, ugly pieces of shit, want to continue your training to become a good government owned whore?”

Andrea watched with wonder as the other three women began to shriek into their gags. Their heads nodding up and down. Two of them were shrieking into their thick mouth blocking penis gags. Cruel and severe drool inducing gags, just like Andrea’s.

The third woman, the skin and bones one to Andrea’s left, had her mouth held open by a monstrous ring of steel. She was making the most desperate gurgling noises. The woman’s panicked eyes were not trying to look at where the cattle prod jabbed into her previously well scorched breast.

Andrea could see in all three of the women’s eyes that they were pleading to be selected. She didn’t know why they were so eager, until the guard began to shock the chunky woman’s ample and well bruised breasts.

He jabbed hard and twisted the snapping and crackling cattle prod into each of the skinny woman’s tits. He seemed oblivious to her agony filled wailing as he turned his head and asked Andrea.

“So, inmate number 1771, you’re probably wondering why these other pathetic prisoners are so fucking eager to be selected for training? That right?”

Andrea nodded and tried to shout ‘Yes…Yes Sir’ around her mouth blocking gag. But just a jumble of noise made it out.

The guard smirked and then delivered a horrible stabbing series of shocks to the poor howling woman’s left nipple. Then without hesitation, he dropped the cattle prod and whipped out his engorged dick.

He grasped the top of the howling and sobbing woman’s thrashing about head. Gripping her matted dark hair, he held her face steady so he could ram the full length of his dick through the ring and deep into the now choking and gasping woman’s stuck open mouth.

As the horny guard brutally skull fucked the choking and gurgling prisoner, he growled at Andrea,

“Oral training, 1771, means you get let out of this overcrowded shit hole. Oral training means you get one step closer to leaving this gross, shit smelling cell, and earning your keep…by becoming a government sanctioned slave whore.”

Andrea’s shocked eyes looked up at his grinning face. To her horror she realized that might be the only way out of this horrible place and the reason the other three women seemed so in a panic to want to be picked.

It was then he stilled his hips, every inch of his pulsing and erupting cock was stuck deep in the choking woman’s mouth. Her eyes actually began to roll back in her head as all her oxygen was blocked by his thick dick and its blasts of hot semen.

It wasn’t until the woman was fully unconscious and another newly arrived guard was laughing and patting the cruel oral rapist on the shoulder, that he pulled his dick out of her mouth.

The amount of hard flesh that had been forced into the woman’s mouth and forcibly rammed into her throat made Andrea whimper out loud.

The other guard dropped the shiny steel bar and cuffs apparatus he had been holding. He bent over to check the middle-aged prisoner’s pulse.

Her eyes appeared lifeless to Andrea. Drool and cum poured from her overflowing mouth. It ran down her naked torso and pooled on the cement floor. That’s when Andrea noticed the additional yellow wet spot on the well stained floor.

The patch of yellow urine lay between the woman’s heavily belted up thin legs. Skinny legs that hadn’t been released from their folded-up position for possibly weeks.

The newly arrived guard picked up the threatening looking steel device and shook his head. He glanced around at then three remaining woman, all cowering and whimpering as he remarked,

“Well fuck, Fred, you’ve done it again. What did the Warden say about skull fucking these useless bitches with your monstrous dick?”

Fred shrugged his shoulders, “I know, I know, Sam. I get docked one week’s pay for every one of the useless old cunts I accidently snuff. Hey, it’s been a good 6 months since I accidently ended one…so there!”

The newly arrived guard kicked the slumped body of the lifeless woman. The only reason she hadn’t slumped entirely to the floor was the fact that her thick steel collar and both her shackled wrists were still locked by short chains to the blood stained wall behind her.

“I’ll call for a clean-up crew for later tonight. But first let’s see how well this new arrival does with her oral training. That’s right darlin, you get to leave these other two pieces of shit rotting away in here while we take you out to see if your worth anything.”

‘Worth anything’ and ‘oral training’ were the two phrases most bouncing around in Andrea’s heavily distraught mind. And the sight of the contraption the other guard held in his fist had her almost forgetting all about the horrors she had just witnessed.

Within mere minutes, while the other two crying women watched, Andrea found herself lying face down on the cement floor. Her naked body was groped and grabbed by the two guards in all the places a woman wouldn’t want a stranger to be grabbing.

At first, she was confused by what was happening. She was tense and begging into her gag for them to ‘please…please’ not rape her.

Their meaty hands, grabbing at her ass and holding her down on the floor were already partially doing this. Long and calloused fingers kept sliding up and violating her sex for seconds at a time as they manhandled her into the steel restraining equipment.

But then as they jerked her ankles and wrists around, locking them into place, she soon knew that rape wasn’t the only worry she should have. She realized she was about to spend some painful time in some extremely strict and restrictive steel.

As the last bolt on her ankles was tightened and the last lock on her new elbow cuffs was clicked closed, she began to panic. Her screams loud even though she was well gagged. Her panicked screams then increased due to the hopeless pain her entire newly trapped body felt.

The guard had grabbed hold of the top of the heavy steel bar now attached to her collar, ankles and even wrists and elbows. He had pulled upward on it, making Andrea rise up onto her knees as she shrieked into her gag.

Balancing there on her knees, knees aching from the concrete under them, she began to sob like crazy at the feel of the steel around her limbs and the feel of how much mobility she no longer had.

She was trapped, trapped and encased in inescapable steel. And she feared the cruel prison staff might leave her in this position for a long time. A fear that she would soon come to realize was truer than she could have imagined.

In the doorway to her cell another man appeared. His commanding presence and the way the other two guards acknowledged him gave away that he was the prison’s Warden. He grinned down at Andrea.

“I see you boys are making use of that new ‘Limb Entrapment and Control Device’ that we just got in from the IDD folks. How’s it working so far?”

Fred gave the handle in his hand a sudden jerk and then pretended to let it fall forward. All three men laughed at the terrified response that Andrea’s visibly trembling naked body gave off.

She wobbled on her knees unable to use her arms in any way to balance herself. She was about topple over sideways way the Warden himself reached out and he grasped her barcoded nipple tag.

She shrieked as the pain in her viciously tugged nipple increased exponentially from the weight of her own toppling body. The pain peaking as he pulled her back upright and the group of men laughed all around her.

He grasped the top handle of her torturous restriction device and gave it a shake, telling her with a smirk,

“Looks like you’re gonna need some help every now and then, living in this fun device. Now let’s get your hot restrained ass down to the training cell. We need to get that mouth of yours rammed full of cock, fake and then some real, so you show us how thankful you are that you ain’t getting left to rot in here with these pathetic bitches.”

The Warden led her out of the cramped smelly cell leaving the other two women sobbing and whining. Their lifeless cellmate’s body left to rub up against theirs.

The cell door clammed shut and the Warden tugged at the handle of the steel rod protruding above Andrea’s whimpering head.

“Come on inmate 1771, move them knees. Let’s see how mobile you can be in this cool thing. If it keeps you hobbled and trapped enough that you can just get around, I may order a bunch more. I won’t have to worry about even locking cell doors. I could just leave you pathetic bitches lying around like pieces of crap, all around the prison.”

Andrea tried to shuffle forward on her battered knees. She was moaning the entire time she tried to move forward down the long hall. Her distress filled moans turned into pained groans as she tried to moved forward down the hall to a place, and a sick future, she had no idea was coming.

To speed her up, the Warden every now and then pulled her along by the steel pole’s handle. Her knees would scrape along the cement. Skin was wearing off and she shrieked around the penis gag stuck in her mouth. But that didn’t seem to matter to the joking and bantering guards or the Warden.

When they finally arrived at another remote cell in the prison Andrea found herself dragged into the cell and then thrown onto her side. She lay there trapped in the strict steel hogtie staring over at a wooden post. A post adorned with a cane and some sort of motor device.

A prison technician was finishing up some servicing of the motor. He flicked a switch and the motor whirred to life and a chain assembly laying through a hole in the post top began to retract.

“It’s all ready, Warden. What size dildo do you want mounted on it? 4 inch? 6 inch? Or the big fat 8 inch?”

“Eight…Eight for this newbie cunt.” The Warden said with a most lascivious smile aimed at a now deeply bawling Andrea.

She was thrashing around on the floor. Her stiff unyielding restraints made her attempts at moving away from the approaching guards look almost comical. She knew what the device would do. And she despairingly knew she was to be mounted to it.

They hoisted Andrea upright and dragged her twisting and flailing body over to the post. The men wasted no time in removing the basic penis gag that had filled her mouth for the last few days.

Free of that gag she tried to howl for mercy, to beg them not to do this to her. But her already sore jaws meant her words came out sporadically and incoherent before they were snuffed out by the thickness of the dildo being forcibly driven into her mouth.

“NAAA…NAOO…NOOO..GAWWW..AWWW….guhguhggg!!!”

A few vicious shocks of a cattle prod on her ass had kept her mouth open in a scream. Making it easy to force her mouth onto the jutting fake cock. They locked her collar to the training post’s retractable chain system and then they stepped back to admire her still struggling form.

Andrea’s distraught eyes poured tears as she fought her gag reflex and the dildo tickled the back of her throat. For a brief moment she forgot all about the pain in her heavily restrained limbs, her worry more about trying to breath and not choking.

The Warden stepped in closer to admire Andrea’s trapped body. He rubbed his trouser clad crotch bulge up against her teary left cheek. Then he reached down and groped each of her breasts. He even slid his hand down between her shivering thighs.

While his hand rubbed her pussy and one of his fingers slipped up inside her, he mumbled,

“Nice tits, 1771…and not a bad cunt either. Probably pretty fuckable…We’ll get to all those nice parts later in your incarceration…but for now….”

Standing back up tall and sniffing his fingers that had just been inside her slit, he went back to taunting her about her predicament.

“Now inmate, a few months of this type of day long training and you just might be lucky enough to get accepted into the Foreign Slave Trading Program. Nice perky tit MILF whores, like you could turn out to be…Well they are highly sought after by some of our countries more dubious political partners. A big cocked African warlord would have a lot of fun with your mouth.”

Andrea tried to pull her swollen sore lips back off the nasty fat cock like appendage filling her mouth. She wanted to desperately beg for some leniency, for some mercy. But that wouldn’t come until a couple days later.

For the next two days she would find herself at the mercy of the guards and the Warden. Her mouth continually forced full of fake cock to varying degrees of depth.

This was due to the nonstop parade of guards who took turns flicking the switch and having fun watching the chain motor whir to life. And while doing so they all pulled out their dicks and would jack off into her anguished face as they got immense sadistic pleasure from watching an utterly distraught Andrea forcibly deep throat the phallic appendage.

…Two Days Later…

Andrea’s tear leaking eyes stared straight ahead at the wood post. She tried to scream as another blast of pain ripped through her right tit. Screaming though was almost a thing of the past since she could barely get a sound out of her dildo blocked throat.

There was another swish in the air and the cane this time struck her ass. She jolted from the pain, her nose actually scraping into the wood of the post, that’s how much fake cock she now had rammed deep into her mouth.

Every muscle in her trapped body begged for release. Her knees throbbed and her neck felt raw. Even her chin bled from where her stiff steel collar had rubbed it raw. She could barely feel her hands due to the tightness of the cuffs above her elbows.

The Warden chuckled and hung up the cane on the post. That act alone was enough to make Andrea’s tense and terror filled body sag with some relief. Though the sagging motion was extremely limited due to the severity of her seemingly permanent restraints.

The Warden’s hand then went to the switch on the post. The switch that controlled the motor, that controlled how deep poor Andrea’s mouth was impaled.

She crushed her eyes shut and began to sob as she imagined the choking horror she would endure if the training cock was moved even a smidge deeper into her already gasping mouth and throat.

She thought about the skinny woman back in her cell from some three long days ago and she shuddered at the thought of ending up like that. Then she felt the Warden’s hand stroke her hair. She opened her eyes to see him breathing into the side of her face.

He stood back up and leisurely pulled is hard cock from out of his trousers. He stroked it a few times and then dabbed at Andrea’s well stretched out right cheek.

“Now if I take you off this thing, inmate 1771. If I let your greedy cock sucking mouth off this device, are you going to behave? You going to show me how thankful you are and how deep you’ve learned to go?”

Andrea’s eyes stretched open with relief and with a yearning to please him. She tried to nod, but it was next to impossible the way she was stuck in the strict bondage and attached to the post.

But her full body shaking, her straining limbs and her pleading eyes, got the message across. She was ready to do anything to get out of this ultra sadistic predicament. And before he even had her collar fully unlocked from the training device she had her mouth turned to the side and fully slurping around his jutting cock.

…

The Warden slowly ambled down the hallway, smiling as he passed over a dozen of his guards and a few of his administrative staff. His right hand waved at a few while his left hand stayed gripped on the steel handle. The steel handle at the top of Andrea’s restrictive collar and limb entrapment bar.

Her knees where battered and sore to the point of bloody, but she didn’t care. She was no longer trapped and stuck sucking on a sick dildo forced into her mouth and throat. Though her mouth was currently coated in a number of different guard’s cum, including the Warden’s.

In fact, even though she was still stuck in the metal restraining bar and cuffs, she felt relief to be able to stumble along on her aching knees. She was learning that by taking short, hobbled movements with her knees and clawing toes, she could actually move along.

But her relief was short lived as the Warden opened the door to his office and with a snap of a cattle prod on her ass her ordered her in through the door.

She took one hobbled knee shuffle in and then fell to the floor. Her screams loud and her begging then constant…but ignored.

The prison Tech turned and she could see the newly installed oral training post behind him.

“It’s already to go, Warden…Though this one I mounted on the 10 inch dildo… just like you requested…”

The end.

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A distraught teen finds herself exposed and presented for sale…

The poor thing affixed to the wall stared straight ahead, as the woman standing in front of her held up her phone and prepared to snap a few more pics.

She gulped as the unyielding metal collar, distressingly bolted around her neck, dug into her throat. A throat still coated with the putrid remnants of the last visitor. His shadow barely vanished from the room before this stern looking woman in a red short skirt and silk top had entered.

“Is it too much to ask you to smile, dear? Or Should I ask Igor here, to give the screws on your right tit a few more turns?”

The muscle bound, no neck, bald headed man next to the woman in the very short red skirt took a step forward towards the trembling school girl.

The chains trapping her toned athletic legs, rattled as she flinched at his approach. The weakest of grim smiles the teen tried to plaster on her face. Tears still flowing from her eyes as she uselessly wriggled her bound arms in the inescapable steel bands pinning her to the wall.

“That’s better sweetie. These will look much nicer on my screen saver.” The woman gushes as she swipes thru the pictures just taken. Then turning to her right, she asked, “And how much is the Syndicate asking for this one, Igor?”

The hulking man shrugged his shoulders, “Hmmm, not sure Ms. Hardstone. It’s on the back of her for sale tag though.”

Helen Hardstone, the sadistic and girl loving woman, assessing the captive teenager, takes two steps. The toes of her two thousand dollar Louboutin’s, now inches from the girl’s panty covered crotch.

The smirking woman bent over, her hands coming to caress the breast flesh of the shivering girl. The girl’s hands clawing and flexing, her mind wishing she could bat away the lecherous gropes and squeezes of the various hands that have invaded her most private areas and violated her flesh.

Helen’s long nails scraped the white flesh of the shivering girl’s breast as she circled her fingers around the teen’s nipple. Then, grabbing the dangling sale tag, cruelly safety pinned thru the teen’s left nipple, the smiling woman, with an unnecessary yank, pulled up on the dangling and mocking ‘For Sale’ tag, grinning even wider as the girl shrieked.

With the girl sobbing below her, Helen flips over the tag and red the price, “Well look at that sweetie, they want 75 grand for you. You worth that much, you think? Your sweet mouth and delectable pussy worth that much to some sadistic pervert?”

The girl doesn’t reply, she just bites her lip and then whimpers away. Helen glanced over at the girl’s fully loaded school backpack and school uniform skirt lying on the floor, not far away.

“Nice touch Igor, leaving all her school stuff strewn around. Really adds to the sales job. Let’s every sick fuck, coming down in here to sample her, know she’s the real thing. A delicious teen school girl ripe for breaking and training.”

Igor smiled and nodded, “Every prospective buyer so far has commented. Hell, yesterday one guy even used her skirt to jack off in, before he made her lick it all clean. That was a fun thing to watch. Though the little cunt was a little hesitant at first.”

Helen chuckled too, pondering the sight of this snivelling teen lapping up some strange man’s semen off her own school issue skirt. Then the woman asked, “So how did you inspire the adorable little cunt to obediently lap it up?”

Igor pointed down at the girl’s tortured chest, “Right tit…well clamped. That made you tongue up his spunk, didn’t it, you whiny little bitch?”

Igor lifted his left foot, the toe of his black boot tapping the sniffling girl firmly under her chin in an attempt to make her answer. It was then he noticed the splotch of cum, deposited not long ago from the previous inspecting buyer, hanging off her chin. The cum now soiling the tip of his boot.

“Merde” he barked, causing the girl to begin violently shaking.

“I’m sorry..I’m sorry.” She suddendly kept whimpering softly.

Helen laughed and then suggested, “Well, you should make the dirty little slut lick your boot clean Igor. She needs to learn that her messes are her problem to take care of.”

Igor then stuck the filthy toe of his boot up against the whimpering girl’s pursed lips. “Hear that, you messy slut? Ms. Hardstone here, thinks you need to clean up your mess…I agree, unless you want me to take that dildo down off the wall, and punishingly fuck you with it again.”

The girl’s mouth opened, and her tongue sprang out. Igor wedged the toe of his boot into her mouth and held there, one hand bracing himself against t the wall as Helen chatted with him.

“So how long has this pretty thing been in the syndicate’s hands, not very long I suppose?”

Igor shifted his boot around so that the girl’s blubbering mouth was full of black hard leather.

“Actually ma’am, 6 or 7 days, I think. She was a feisty little thing I hear, when the acquisition team grabbed her. Apparently even with her hands and elbows cuffed, the spunky little cunt tried to run away. She was some sort of track star at her high school, apparently…Hence the nice strict restraints we’ve put her in. Teach her a lesson and make her an example to the other disobedient whore’s we parade thru here.”

Igor pulled his boot out of the girl’s mouth and then looked down with satisfaction, “Nice job sweetie…Not only are you learning to swallow big old dicks like a pro, but we’ll make you subservient spunk licking pro too.”

He patted the whimpering girl’s head and then turned to address Helen. His eyebrows shot up as he looked at Helen who was grinning and shimmying her skirt up over her hips. The woman had no underwear on, and Igor could see the sheen on her inner thighs from her aroused pussy.

“Wow, this will be different for the little brat. She’s only been used to sucking on big old smelly cocks and getting fingered or a dildo wriggled up inside her tight pussy.”

Igor then kicked hard at the girl’s almost panty covered crotch. The hard metal toe of his work boot smacking her swollen folds just peeking out around the cotton crotch material. The toe of his boot also noticeably smacking the base of something hard.

The girl shook in her restraints and sobbed. Great discomfort written all over her tear lined face as Helen ran her fingers thru her own perfectly manicured pussy. She bent over a bit to see what Igor’s boot had hit. She cupped the teen’s quivering chin and remarked,

“Oh! Well, isn’t that a nice cruel surprise. I see that all this time you’ve been sitting here, being forced to suck cock, your kind keepers have plugged your tight pretty asshole. That must be a rather new and holy uncomfortable experience for you, my dear?”

The girl sobbed out a simple and pathetic “Yes..yes ma’am.” As Helen ran her thumb along the girl’s puffy lips.

Then addressing Igor, but still staring into the girl’s distraught watery eyes, Helen asked, “So how many more hours or days are you taking bids on this one.?”

To which Igor replied with a deep laugh, “Hours or days? Try weeks. Boss says with a teen cunt this cute, we need to have lots of prospective buyers come by and sample her offerings. He wants to drive the price up into the 6 figures if we can get enough cocks into her mouth. We’re telling them all, that if her mouth is that nice to fuck, just wait till they buy her and then really get to fuck her adorable cunt or stick their dick in her sweet snug ass!”

Helen giggled and then, with her thumb, forced open the snivelling girl’s mouth. A look of shock was on the girl’s tear streaked face as Igor’s words sunk in and Helen said into the teen’s anguished face,

“Well, cocks are lovely, but you my dear? Have you ever licked a pussy or lapped at a woman’s firm ass?”

The girl shook her head, an almost imperceptible whimpered “No…” fell from her lips.

Helen ran her hand up to the girl’s forehead, where she grasped the teen’s hair. She firmly forced the girl’s head back with an audible clunk of the girl’s skull into the cement block wall. The steel ring around the girl’s neck pinching into the back of her neck and making her grimace.

Her anxious eyes glanced not up at Helen’s face, but instead focused on Helen’s approaching exposed mound as the eager woman forced her pelvis forward and she stuck her glistening damp pussy firmly over the girl’s mouth.

“I suggest you start licking sweetie, or I will be inclined to see how big a dildo we can wedge up in your sexy teen ass.” Helen threatened, using the toe of her expensive shoes to kick at the butt plug stuffed deeply up in the suffering school girl’s tortured tight ass.

Two more threatening kicks Helen delivered to the base of the butt plug disappearing up in between the girl’s bruised and filth covered bum cheeks. The pained moans of discomfort the teen was making, reverberated up thru Helen’s throbbing pussy.

The girl’s mouth was now firmly adhered to Helen’s slick folds. The girl’s lips and then tongue wriggling down there in a way that made Helen appreciatively groan.

“Sweetie, you get that pretty tongue in there and start lapping at my clit and we’ll see about me buying you today and shipping you to my place ASAP. Fuck, your young inexperienced mouth definitely has some pussy eating potential!”

Igor stood back watching the lesbian domination scene with growing arousal and a deep loud chuckle. The girl now seemed to be eagerly trying her best to tongue and lick the domineering Helen. Helen’s fake promise of getting the girl out of here, obviously making the teen even more willing and complaint to eat pussy.

But Igor knew that the Boss wouldn’t sell the cute teen on the spot. Hell no, the fee he was charging prospective buyers to come in and sample the girl’s mouth and fondle her tits and pussy, was just too lucrative.

In fact, Igor figured they might hang onto the pretty teen for possibly even another month, which he wouldn’t mind at all. He had his cock now pulled from his pants and was pumping it to get it rock hard.

For he knew that when this cute teen finished lapping at Helen’s pussy, he would step in next and fill the girl’s blubbering mouth with his ready to unload dick. No ring gag needed anymore for this complaint frightened little slut.

Though as he watched the pair now, the young girl’s trapped hands were fisting. Her almost naked body was thrashing at her unbreakable steel restraints. Helen’s crotch was so mashed into the girl’s face, the girl couldn’t breathe.

Then Helen threw her head back and shouted her release. “You great little pussy loving whore!” Helen yelled as she fisted the girl’s hair and smeared the girl’s anguished and oxygen starved face all around her slickened mound.

Then she released the girl’s hair and slapped the teen’s face hard with an open hand. Knowingly winking at Igor, she smirked and said, “Not bad for a newbie pussy eater. But not good enough to make me buy you right now…”

The girl sobbed as she caught her breath, her face smeared and covered in the liquid and moisture of Helen’s release. Her head hung and her entire captive body shuddered as Helen added,

“But suck on Igor’s cock, for a while. I want to see how well you swallow. And when your done feasting on his seed, princess, you can lick clean my ass…And then we’ll see if your worth buying or not.”

The end….

One of my earliest drawings from years ago and a re-edited story to go with…JB

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She was just damaged product, returned by a buyer and ready to be sold cheap!

Warning-This story is somewhat dark

It took her a while to hobble along, pulled out of the back of a plain white van by a long chain wrapped and padlocked around her neck. It had been there since she had been sold weeks ago.

Her walking was hindered by the leather belt cinched tight around her thick legs, just above her battered knees, along with a single ankle cuff locked around her left ankle.

The cuff bolted to her ankle and shredding the skin, dragged a cast iron weight behind her as she tried her best to shuffle along. It really had no purpose but to demoralize her and make her realize she was a slave. That’s what the man, who had bought her, had told her.

The effect of being dragged along by the demeaning length of chain meant that deep red marks were appearing on her neck and adding to the scars and other marks already disfiguring her middle aged body..

Down the poorly lit, long cement block walled hallway the men dragged her. It was a place she had seen just once before, only a couple weeks ago. A place that had signalled the beginning of the endless nightmare of abuse and depravity that she found herself suffering, with no hope of escaping.

“What’s with this ugly old fat cow? We're selling grade D, disgusting old shit now?” One of the men sneered out as he came up behind her.

His hand swatted her ample ass just below her steel bracketed wrists stuck behind her back. He wedged his hand in between her large buttocks and joked,

“I bet a man could loose a whole fuckin hand in between these massive ugly lumps of ass.”

She moaned into the sticky duct tape stuck all over the bottom half of her face. While the tape was bad it still wasn’t as bad as some of the other things that she had suffered from being stuffed in her mouth.

But the man who had done that to her, and much worse, the man who had bought her weeks ago, he wasn’t around anymore…He had ‘returned’ her.

The man pulling on her leash, a handler of sorts here at the Syndicate's underground sex slave trading center, he laughed over her slouched and shaking left shoulder at his buddy groping her ass.

“You think her backside is ugly, wait till you see the pathetic ugly whore’s front. The fat bitch looks utterly fucked up. Almost enough to make you puke.”

The other man let go of her ass after giving it a hard bruise inducing squeeze. He came around to her front and cursed in shock.

“Jesus Murphy, the fat bitch is missing a goddamn tit!” he exclaimed as he looked at the rough job of stitching that covered her chest where her left breast should be.

The flesh was still bruised, and the skin was all red along the stitch lines. The dark fishing line that had been used to stitch her up stood out in contrast to her pasty pale skin.

“I mean the bitch was a fat assed eyesore to begin with, but this takes the cake!”

He reached out and grabbed her lone remaining breast. A breast still swollen and bulging out from the force of the hefty steel U clamp bolted tight around it. He bounced her large remaining breast up and down in his hand, laughing at how the two giant chain links stuck through its nipple also bounced about.

Then he grabbed the bottom link and hoisted her breast up. The look of anguish on her face as he manhandled what was left of her chest, gave both men an instant hard on.

“Well, some sick fucker had a seriously fun time with you. Who knew a heifer of a homely old cunt, like you, could excite anyone!”

Tears poured from her eyes, down her cheeks and over her tape gag. The pain in her chest as he yanked on the thick steel loops, reminding her of how she had sickenly lost her left breast in an agonizing episode of twisted perversion.

She clamped her eyes shut and tried not to think about the horrific memory or the way the two men were looking at her. Lecherous sadistic intentions written across their sneering and smirking faces.

Then her whole body lurched forward at the two men. A horrific pin point pain ripped through her left ass cheek. Then the same pain hit her right buttock and she screamed into her tape gag.

Unseen behind her, another man was liberally jabbing at her ass with a nasty high powered cattle prod. Each powerful jab of the cattle prod tip bruised her flesh to the point of breaking, before he thumbed the trigger and the shock hit her.

“Quit standing there and looking like an idiot, you fucking ugly cunt! Move it!” he barked from behind her, jabbing the cattle prod in between her bum cheeks so he could deliver a most painful shock to her actual ass hole.

She tried to move her belt hobbled legs. She tried to move forward, pushing into the other two men whose roving hands then grabbed at all the thick fleshy parts of her naked body. Hands grabbed at her ringed pussy, more hands grabbed at her one last choked round tit.

“And you two! We got lots more cunts arriving for tomorrow’s auction. The faster you get this disgusting piece of shit down to the rejects cell, the better. We got a half a dozen fresh ones being unloaded who look a million times more attractive than this fat disgusting pig…Fuck, I can’t believe this thing ever actually sold in the first place…Must have been a poor bastard who couldn’t afford much!”

The other men groping her, laughed in agreement. One even spat out a huge disgusting gob into her face.

“That actually makes you look prettier.” he laughed before adding, “Okay, we’ll drag the ugly thing down to the cell and be back at the delivery dock in no time.”

He winked at his coworker and the two of them then took over handling the cattle prod and yanking on her neck chain. Her tape muffled screams still letting them know she was in agony as they made her shuffle forward to the dark dreary room where the ugly, and close to being unsellable ones, were left to be forgotten about.

Once there, the men shoved her plump body up against the wall, grinding her one steel choked breast into the heavily stained concrete. One man had a fist full of her hair on the back of her head and was wrenching her head around to make sure she heard his growled out question.

“Now, you dirty ugly old cow, you want us to lock you up to the wall by your tit ring? That’s gonna be a painful stretch for your poor last titty…Or would you like to be more comfortable by being locked up by your neck?”

In his firm grip her head tried to nod. She so desperately did not want to be fixed to the wall by her right breast. She felt him unzip his fly and pull out his hard and pulsing cock. It poked into her ass and then smeared her shackled wriggling hands with precum.

“Well then, before we leave your disgusting massive ass here to rot for god knows how long, I am gonna pull off this tape and then you can fall to your fat knees to suck us off in thanks…got it?”

Once again, the traumatized woman’s head nodded in agreement. In this horrible place, in this degrading and perverse situation, she would reluctantly do anything a man ordered her to do.

Which is how these two men came to be leaving this room not ten minutes later with a satisfied look on their faces as they did up their flies. One of them had just stuck a paper sign up on the wall and the words on it made her shudder along with their derogatory comments as they left.

“Well, for a supremely ugly bitch, she can suck cock pretty damn well. I don’t think a single shot out of my balls she didn’t waste…Every cum shot she swallowed down!”

“Ya, she only choked a few times on my dick. I only had to swat her head a few times to keep her mouth on it…Fuck, maybe the fat whore will get lucky and get sold again if she can wrap her lips around some cheap bastard’s cock and prove that she’s worth more than being used for some single use, good time, pain slut snuff meat!”

It was the last words she heard and the last people she saw for almost the next 24 hours. Until sagging against the wall in the dark and whimpering, the lights came back on and the door swung open.

The open door gave her a view of a thin man in a bad fitting brown suit standing beside a cigar chomping portly man in an expensive custom Italian suit. A man she knew from weeks ago when she was first sold, against her will.

“So, Mr. Smead, since you’re on a strict budget, here’s the cheapest thing I got right now…Some damaged product going really fucking cheap!” the cigar smoking man said as he aimed the cigar at the taped-up sign.

The other man in the ill-fitting suit rubbed his chin, a look of surprise slowly appearing on his face. Then he managed to utter, “Whooa…what the fuck happened to this cow? It’s been seriously fucked up!”

He stepped closer. He pushed up his glasses and then leaned in, to peer at the series of stitches that marked where her left breast had been. He studied her other bulbous tit, stuck tight in the metal U clamp. He reached out and stroked that tit, thumbing her pierced nipple.

“Well, one nipple is better than nothing…Still gives a guy something to pull on or chew on.” He said, staring into her anxious scrunched up face.

His other hand was down below her waist toying with her clit piercing. He was flicking it and then stroking the flesh of her sex all around the swollen nub. He leaned in close to her face, licking up the side of it, from tape to her hairline.

He let out a hum of satisfaction as he tasted her shock and terror induced tears. Then he stepped back and asked,

“So, what the hell happened to the cow? And how cheap are you selling it!”

One puff of his cigar and then the head of the Syndicate, the man known simply as, The Boss, began to explain.

“Well normally we don’t have a return policy. You buy it…You keep it…and do whatever the fuck you want with it. But a very good customer of ours bought this one in a three for the price of two deal…There were two other hot young ones, who may or may not have been this fat things nieces…we ain’t sure, but who cares...Anyway, they got acquired at the same time. Seems they made the mistake of checking into a budget motel, out in the desert, a place that conveniently lets us know when something worth taking rolls in.”

As he told the story her shoulders began to shake and her belt bound knees looked like they would buckle. Yes, they were her nieces. A pair of young women with their entire lives no longer ahead of them, for they were still back in the hands of the sadistic man who had bought them.

Or more accurately, crammed into the same small, cramped cage that the man liked to keep the handcuffed and gagged sisters sitting naked in, as he told them at the end of each day how he would sexually torture and then use them for most of the night.

Her head sagged and her snotty sobs restarted as The Boss kept telling what he knew of the story and why she had been returned.

“So our valued customer, Mr X we’ll call him, he decided to ring and clamp this fugly thing’s big titties and then have some fun hoisting her up by them. Heck, he sent me one fucking cool video of this ugly pig stuck up on her tip toes cause her nipples were stretched up past her chin…And she was squealing like a pig too. Even as one of those cute bitches sold with this gross thing, had her pretty tear soaked face licking at this one’s ugly cunt!”

Mr. Smead was grinning at the story and now unconsciously rubbing his crotch. But he still had a hand on her right breast and was starting to play with the two thick steel rings that tormented her one last nipple.

“But it appears Mr. X didn’t have a solid grasp on physics and the forces of gravity. The concept of tensile limits of slave slut flesh wasn’t his specialty. And when you’re hoisting up something this fat, by its fucking tits, gravity may win out in a really nasty way! Especially if you have over tightened the cow’s tit clamps, which is what happened, from what I hear. Too much weight trying to be suspended and tits choked too tight…That right, bitch?”

The man in charge grinned as he watched the suffering creature give the slightest agreeing nod at his long winded statement. A statement he ended by simply asking,

“So Mr. Smead, do you want to purchase this hunk of whiny ugly flesh? You can have it cheap! “

What the $3,000 suit wearing man didn’t tell Mr. Smead was that yes they had taken back this forcibly enslaved woman from Mr. X, but they hadn’t given him a refund, since really the sadistic slave owner had gotten this plump one for free. So anything she sold for, was a win for the syndicate.

Smead reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet. In front of the distraught woman he began to pull out $50 dollar bills from his wallet. When he had counted to seven bills in total, he rubbed the thin wad of cash in her face, smearing the bills with her streaming tears.

“It’s all I got…350 bucks…and your sign says, No offer to low!...So…do I get it? Can I buy this fucking pathetic pain slut for $350?”

The head of the syndicate rubbed his chin and then flicked his cigar butt at the stomach of the trembling woman. He nodded while grinning at her scrunched up forehead and crying eyes.

She was trying to moan out something from under the tape and was now yanking at the chains holding her against her will. Chains that kept her neck and wrists stuck together in combination that if she yanked too hard, she choked herself, like she was doing now.

The Boss then blurted out, “Oh why the fuck not, it may be the lowest price we’ve ever let an ugly cunt go for, but 350 bucks for her maimed body is better than nothing. I could go buy a nice premium whiskey for that and then drink it… to your continued good health.”

He laughed out loud. He grabbed her quivering chin, squeezed hard, and then added, “A whole fucking human female, worth nothing but a good bottle of whiskey! What do ya think of that, whore?”

He let go of her chin and slapped her face hard. She was bawling now. Tape blocked groans of despair and stringy snot dripped from her nose. She clenched her eyes shut, unable to look at either of the openly vile and brutal men.

The Boss then asked, “Mr. Smead, most men would be turned off by the shape this cow’s chest is in…One big tit and a nasty scar would turn off a lot of guys. You into maimed pieces of cunt?”

Smead, reached for the cattle prod hanging on the wall. Within seconds he was zapping the poor woman’s mound, and then stomach, with the cruel device. He was cackling away as he kept shocking her and watching her writhe about in a twisting manner to try and futilely avoid the painful shocks.

Finally, he stopped the shock torture, but only when he got her into the position he wanted her. She had managed to spin around and face the wall. Her maimed chest out of view, but her large ass now fully exposed with her cuffed hands wriggling away in the middle of her quivering back.

Mr. Smead then poked the cattle prod into the crease between her ample butt cheeks. He didn’t thumb the prod’s trigger, but he did twist and grind it deep in between her ass cheeks.

“This is what I want! I couldn’t give a shit about her ugly front…And for 350 bucks, it’s a fucking deal!…Some huge fucking, whip and cane ready, ass…Literally, this slut has got square feet of plump ass flesh ready to be shredded down to the bone with some of my nastiest whips…Did I tell you I have one with lava rock glued to the tip?”

After that comment, she never heard another thing, she was screaming so loud into the tape. Her mournful wails, though not making it much past the tape, were definitely drowning out her ability to hear the men, especially Mr. Smead who was happily telling the Boss about some of his most flesh destroying toys including a cane that he was attempting to attach pieces of razor blades to.

And her wailing, bawling and futile thrashing about, would continue right through the long night as they dragged her back down the hallway and packed her into a lightless, soundproofed and very cramped shipping crate.

A crate she would be stuck in for days until one day the top cracked open and there staring down at her was an evilly grinning Mr. Smead, who welcomed her by simply saying…

“Hello fatty…Boy…I am ready to get my 350 bucks worth!…Is your big ugly ass ready for the fun?”

jbscaptivestories

Newly enslaved Agatha, aka… Cum Cow’s, unfortunate night of being Sold and being the Entertainment…

Forced to play a game she didn’t like and probably couldn’t win at….

Agatha stumbled as her shackled ankles hindered her attempts to move forward. She was desperately trying to carry her plump frame along at a pace demanded by the man following along behind her.

If anything, he wasn’t actually following her, but more like herding her along. And he was greatly enjoying it. In his right hand he gripped a stubby electric cattle prod which he jabbed hard every few seconds into Agatha’s jiggling bum.

“Move it, you huge fucking cow! God damn there is a lot of ass here to target!” he gleefully proclaimed as he watched Agatha’s large ass shake and quiver.

It was an ample fleshy ass now covered with small red dots. All left courtesy of his shock device. Every stinging shot of high voltage spark to her ass, made her shriek and beg.

It was a novelty for this late-night handler working the mid-month Wednesday night auction, since the Wednesday night ‘Fat Fest’ as the Syndicate management liked to call it, usually had all its whiny and sobbing product well gagged or hooded as they were herded out to the sales floor.

“Pleassse, I am going as fast as I can…Please don..GAAAWWDD NAAOOO..NAAOOO.” She howled again.

This time the handler had jabbed the cattle prod deep in between her ample buttocks and shocked away freely at the flesh squishing back around it. He was about to ponder doing something much worse with the cattle prod when he realized they had already made to the auction hall’s back door.

Agatha came to a halt as another leering man stood there directly in front of her, blocking the thick steel door. He was ogling her utterly naked body. He reached out and grabbed the end of the thick wooden yoke she was degradingly wearing.

“What an old school, medieval like device you got on there…Cum Cow!” he laughed as he read her ID tag hanging from her very sore right tit.

“You like your yoke, Cum Cow? You think it makes your fat ass look sweeter and more penetrable…And your slobbering mouth more fuckable? I bet you look damn good on your knees, your mouth stuffed full of cock as some fucker hangs onto this chunk of wood.”

He laughed as he then swatted at her small cow bell hanging from her other pierced tit.

Agatha didn’t respond. She was too scared to even open her mouth now as these two men pushed into her from both sides. She could feel the handler behind her, rub and squeeze her ass with his heavily calloused hands.

Then she let loose a pain filled scream as the guard in front of her grabbed hold of her bell and he yanked it out and up. He added a twist as he growled into her face, “Answer me, whore! You like your pretty chunk of wood keeping you under control?”

The wooden device in question was locked firmly around Agatha’s sore and rubbed raw neck. Both her hands, now fisted from the sick man’s utterly unnecessary torment of her tit.

She could barely move her hands about due to the inescapable steel cuffs they were trapped in. Cuffs that were also chained to the underside of the hefty block of wood.

The entire device rested on her sore aching shoulders and had been doing so for weeks now. It had been so many long days now that her neck had been encased in the device.

So long had she been kept sordidly locked away in this cruel device, that she could barely remember what it was like to not be stuck in it, not be limited in her movements, unable to see her hands or move her arms freely about.

Agatha was about to sway her head back and forth, but then she thought better of it. She mumbled out the only words she could think of saying. Words that she hoped would please the sick bastard,

“Yesss, Sir…I like it, Sir.” She sobbed out.

He let go of her tit bell and then quirked an eyebrow. His attention was now riveted on the two items hanging off the end of the limb limiting wooden yoke.

A hook on each end of the yoke allowed things to be carried there as she moved about. Things that looked evil. Things she did not want to see used on her.

Things that could bring pain and gratuitous suffering when her abductor and self-proclaimed ‘owner’ decided to use them on her. Things that the sadistic man had left hanging on there as he ‘dropped’ her off at the Syndicate’s secret trading center, so she could be sold.

“You know, Cum Cow, these fun toys hanging off you might get put to use tonight out on the sales floor. Things have been movin at a fast pace out there. The whiny bitches before you, have sold damn fast. So there’s gonna be plenty of time to show your fat fuckable ass off to all the pervs and maybe play a game or two.”

The trio was standing in some darkened hall, that felt almost tunnel like. Agatha looked around desperate to see a way out of this new nightmare she found herself being dragged through.

“Oh, don’t worry, Fatty, we’re almost there. The door to the auction room ain’t far. Another 30 feet and around a corner. Then you can lift your fat ass up a few steps…And you’re there. Ready to be ogled, prodded and probably fucked, or at least forced to suck, once or twice, before your chunky butt gets sold.”

The men laughed and then with a painful tug on her hefty tit bell and another totally unnecessary shot of electricity to her throbbing bum, she was forced to carry on.

Within about two dozen hobbled steps she found herself being pushed sideways through a narrow door. Her horrible neck yoke too big to go through the doorframe straight on.

The crowd of men that suddenly appeared in front of Agatha’s distressed and teary eyed vision all responded with a round of laughter. The laughter was interspersed with plenty of derogatory comments.

Some she heard. Like, “Wow…That‘s a fat one!” or “Come on Cum Cow…get over here and suck my big fat dick while I squeeze your ugly udders!”

Some other ultra degrading remarks regarding her weight and ass size she didn’t make out as she suddenly let loose another loud wail. A man had come over to her and promptly grabbed her newly acquired name tag piercing her right tit.

He yanked violently on the tag, leading a shrieking Agatha over to a sparse corner in the concrete walled room. Once there he stuck up a handwritten sign on the wall. He pointed to it and announced,

“Tonight’s final lot up for sale…A fat one…Like they all are tonight…but a good one. Already branded, already well restrained, and according to the bastard selling her tonight, well on her way to being trained as a fat assed subservient cum cow!.”

It was then the auctioneer checked his watch and laughed, ignoring the whimpering Agatha as she stood there naked, in chains, and shaking in utter fear and humiliation.

“Seems like we sold the other 8 lots tonight super-fast. Guess their fat chunky asses were priced just right. So…Who wants to stretch things out and make this Cow of a cunt entertain us?”

The crowd of alcohol infused men roared with approval. To a whimpering and terrified Agatha, it seemed as if there were dozens of men out there in the shadows of the cavernous room.

A fact that was terribly true. A group of lecherous men who had come to buy lower grade captive cunt for cheap, on a Wednesday night.

And if the quantity of cunt wasn’t available to purchase, like tonight, then at least they wanted to be entertained too. And this evening, the head auctioneer was more than happy to deliver them some entertainment, at the expense of poor Agatha.

Her entertaining nightmare was about to start when the auctioneer removed the nasty looking dildo that dangled from the end of her hefty wooden stock. He held it up before her shocked and anxious eyes, inches from her pursed mouth. Then he tapped her lips with it and asked’

“Where did your owner usually stick this monstrous thing, Cum Cow? In your mouth before he let you swallow that cum you’ve learned to love so much?”

Agatha whimpered and nodded her head. Yes, sadly the man who had taken her from her real life, and turned her into this ‘thing’, had utilized all sorts of phallic instruments in the ‘training of her cum hole mouth’ as he called it.

“Show me, Cum Cow…Show me how you would suck on it!” he demanded as he pushed it in past her reluctantly parting lips.

As the men observing her pointed and laughed, some joking loudly about her cock swallowing abilities, Agatha shut her eyes and let the auctioneer spin and jab the fake cock deep into her mouth.

Her teary eyes opened up again when the grinning man pulled the dildo out of her mouth. Then he dragged the slobber coated tip down between her heaving breasts. He circled each of her nipples with the tool making them surprisingly harden.

“Aren’t you a kinky fucking slave Cow…At least your nipples say so.” He laughed into her face.

The men behind the auctioneer, all watching excitedly, cheered and jeered her. The auctioneer then jabbed the dildo head hard into her freshly tagged right tit. The nasty huge pin shoved through her swollen nipple throbbed in pain and she bit back her scream.

He licked his lips, his bulging crotch was fully in her view as he continued dragging the tip down further over her belly. He stopped the dildo just between the apex of her thick thighs. Then he asked,

“Anywhere else he liked to stick this toy, this cunt ripping tool? I bet he fucked you good with it sometimes, didn’t he? I bet he drilled it hard up between these massive thick thighs of yours, just to hear you squeal and groan?”

He pushed it in between her clenching thighs. The soft, abundant flesh of her thighs were unable to keep the dick like tool from pushing in further. She wanted to step away from him, run from him, but there was nowhere to go.

Agatha just had to stand there accepting whatever he wanted to do to her. Her only hope was to obey him and hope that she was sold soon so she could be taken away from this horrid demeaning place.

When the dildo was miraculously was pulled back out from between her legs, she almost gasped in relief. But her almost gasp became a sudden real squeal as out of nowhere he shocked the rolls of flesh above her mound with a handheld shock device.

“Turn around Cum Cow. Show all these leering gentlemen your fat whip marked ass. Show them how much ass they could own for only a measly 35 grand. Well, that’s the starting price…And we hope you sell for higher!”

It was the first time Agatha heard a price put on her. The first time that this selling of her naked and captive body was becoming utterly real. All she could think as the tears began to stream was, ‘Is that all I am worth? This is sick! This is mad…I want to go home…’

Those thoughts fled her head though as another shot of painful electricity hit her left tit. The bell on it rang loudly as she jerked away from it and she tried to slowly spin about, as ordered.

She stood there now looking at the wall. The homemade sign mockingly advertising her for sale was there for her to see. Then she shrieked loudly again as this time the shock came from her behind. The head of the dildo was now sliding up in between her amply sized bum cheeks.

Agatha had always been embarrassed by the growing size of her ass, but now all that embarrassment turned into utter humiliation as the auctioneer yelled,

“What a big fucking ass…And I mean big… and probably highly fuckable. Imagine men, sinking your cocks in deep between these two fat masses of whip marked joy…and finding a snug asshole to drill deep into!”

He stuck the dildo deep up into Agatha’s shivering ass cheeks. He toyed with the tool, jabbing and moving it slowly around, until he found the back entrance of her trembling body in a matter of a minute or so.”

Then he asked loudly, “Tell us, Cum Cow, how many times did your owner fuck you here?”

Agatha shrieked as the dildo head penetrated her snug anus. He drove it a good two or more inches deep as he kept asking over her pitiful shrieking,

“How many times, bitch? How deep? How many times has he raped your ass? Come on Cum Cow, tell us!”

Agatha screamed out. “Never…Never, Sir…GAWD IT HURTS…PLEASSSE STOP…PLEASSSSE!”

The auctioneer stepped back. His hand off the dildo that was now protruding from out between her large ass cheeks. It still was stuffed painfully a good 6 inches deep up into Agatha’s snug ass.

The auctioneer stepped back and rubbed his chin. The crowd of men had gone quiet too. All of them amazed that this fat newly enslaved whore in front of them, had yet to have been ass fucked.

There was the sound of a thump as the dildo slid out from between Agatha’s quivering buttocks and it hit the heavily stained cement floor.

Sniveling and sobbing she stood there looking down at it. Her ass was both stinging and throbbing from the unexpected anal violation.

She didn’t want that to happen again. She prayed it wouldn’t, but she was now utterly terrified of what might happen next in this nonstop nightmare. Their cruelty towards women did not seem to show any limit.

“Okay gentlemen, so here’s the game…for Cum Cow…our anal virgin. The first game in tonight’s entertainment that this fat assed slave whore for sale can perform for us…Now turn around Cum Cow. Show us your terrified smile and show us your plump tits and pussy as I fill you in on the rules for this game.”

The game auctioneer thought up was a way to make more for the syndicate. He looked over at the cigar smoking Boss resting in the corner. The fat man nodded and said, “Go ahead take some bets let’s see how desperate the cow is.”

The auctioneer grabbed the hair on the back of Agatha’s head and jerked her panicked head around. He wanted her full terrified attention, which he got while she sobbed and blubbered away.

“Tell you what, Cum Cow, you figure a way to pick that dildo up and hang it back up where it belongs…on your permanent set of stocks…and we won’t spend the rest of the night finding creative ways of brutally fucking your ass with it…We’ll just make you kneel down and suck all our cocks like the Cum loving fat Heffer you are!”

“But if you don’t get that dildo hanging back up there…In the next 15 minutes, and yes, we are being very generous with the time…you can thank my dick with your mouth later for such generosity…But if you don’t get that hanging back up there…then it’s anal raping fun time the man who bids highest for the honour!”

Agatha stood there trembling so hard her restraints were actually rattling audibly. She began to shake her head about. ‘No…no…no…no’ she mumbled to herself. And then she heard his voice and panic hit her.

Then the auctioneer addressed the chuckling and laughing men, “So taking bets! Who thinks she can do it and how many minutes will it take? or who thinks she won’t…and how much will you pay to be the first to fuck that generous virgin ass? But as a bonus, if she does find a way to hang that dildo back up…and you are closest to the Cow’s time…You get to be the first dick she swallows!”

“Your time starts now, Cum Cow…Go ahead…Try and get that dildo back up on its hook…or not…Either way you’re fucked in some manner!”

Bouts of loud laughter ensued, and Agatha stood there staring in disbelief at the floor. A good 10 or more seconds went by before she was shocked out of her dazed state, by the sounds of man yelling,

“Stupid Cow doesn’t know what to do…Nothin entertaining about this…I say we just all start using her virgin ass…She probably wants it anyways, A dirty fat cunt liker her, always does!”

And suddenly realizing the excruciating difference between degradingly trying to pick up the dildo and suck well over two dozen cocks when compared to the alternative…The endless savage rape of her back entrance…Agatha sobbingly dropped to her knees.

She began to chase around the handle of the threatening dildo with hooked end of her enormous wooden stock, not caring at all about the pain in her knees or the discomfort in her neck and shoulders, or even how sad and perverse the whole twisted scene must look.

To the laughing and taunting men, it was utterly comical and yet arousing, in that most sick and demeaning ways that this deviant group liked. A truly good act of Wednesday night Fat slave whore entertainment.

...A little epilogue…

Exactly 15 minutes later the Auctioneer’s phone buzzed and with the toe of his shoe he batted away the dildo lying only an inch from the hook on and sobbing Agatha’s wooden stock. She was still on her bruised knees, pleading and begging for more time.

He stomped on the end of the wood beam, forcing it to stay on the floor. And with her large ass still perched in the air, he remarked with a devious smirk,

“Too bad, Cum Cow…But at least your ass is perched up in the correct position. But don’t worry. Maybe in the next go around you’ll get it…NOW WHO WANTS TO BID FOR HER ASSHOLE’S VIRGINITY?”

jbscaptivestories

The abuse and execution of an innocent

The cell is cold and dreary, not entirely dark though. One of the night shift prison guards has left a lone overhead light on. Enough of a glow comes from the weak bulb so the suffering young woman stuck in the unbreakable chains, wood and steel, can see the teasing cruel structure mounted in front of her.

He grips her hair again and shakes her terrified head about, mockingly telling her,

“You should be able to stare and study the device, all night. The device that will slowly…and painfully, end your pathetic life tomorrow. There are many ways to take a life, but our esteemed leader has seen it fit to end yours in the most slow and painful way possible. To make a perfect example of you!”

With a most lascivious smile on his face, he moves her trapped head closer to his crotch. Rubbing her tear stained cheeks all around his re-hardening cock. Her frightened and distraught tears smearing and melding with his semen and her saliva already spread over his dick.

Below him, stuck in a most diabolical set of endlessly uncomfortable and inescapable restraints, she mumbles thru her puffy swollen lips. Lips that have not seen water in days. Only the putrid piss of the many lustful and immoral guards keeping her horrifically imprisoned, along with copious amounts of their vile semen, have wetted her tongue.

She continues to mumble thru her sobs and tears something about, “Not wanting to die. That she did nothing wrong. That none of this is right or fair…and she just wants to go home.”

Above her, the guard does hear. And holding his exposed semi rigid cock in front of her face, he tells her,

“Yes, I know, you did nothing wrong. But you’re a tribute execution. Captured, tried and found guilty of the sins of your father. A man who politically has chosen the wrong side…my dear.”

He directs the tip of his cock all around her forehead and he wipes it clean with her hair.

“But I am glad the powers that be, grabbed you and decided to make you pay for his outspoken views. You’ve been quite a nice young thing…to fuck… and make suck! And speaking of.”

He strokes his full length, bringing his just spent cock back to full, rock hard life. Her teary eyes try to avoid looking at his manhood for she knows what sick thing is about to happen again.

“Plus, when he and his supporters see the video evidence of your slow and excruciatingly painful execution, I am sure he and others like him will desire to keep their mouths shut and obey our President…Lest their pretty daughters end up in here…with their mouths kept open…and sucking, before they end their days on that.”

He points with an evil grin at the device her body is chained too. The tip of the atrocious looking spire suddenly gleaming even in the dim light.

“Going to be quite the show when you get placed on that big metal point and your pretty little pussy gets impaled. Not that it hasn’t been already stretched lots by so many of the guard’s big dicks, in here.” He winks down at her.

“And I can’t wait to hear how loud you scream, how loud you beg and shriek. Or see how violently you thrash about and for how long you last, before your insides rupture and you slide down this thing’s nasty jagged length, to end your days in a mess of blood and agony.”

With that twisted announcement he grasps her hair brutally at the top of her scalp and then sticks his cock into her pursed and trembling lips once again.

“One more good long suck, you pretty little bitch. One more good luck face fuck you’ll deliver, or I will make the rest of your last night on this planet, a painful living hell.”

“You think having your feet and ass whipped tonight for hours hurt? Well wait till I cane the shit of these sweet perky nipples and maybe your pretty pussy too! So suck you stupid slut!! Suck it good!”

Her naked tortured body locked in steel, begins to quake and quiver as his large scary dick slides back in over her quaking swore lips.

Her trapped limbs flex in their metal and wooden prison holding her captive. And every captive muscle of her young body yearns to be free of the strict restraints and allow her to flee this sick and merciless place.

But that will never happen, the harshness of her bonds, the unyielding strength of the metal bands, chains and wood that keep her trapped, will never break against her weak and panicked bouts of thrashing.

A flailing and thrashing that finally dies down as his cock fully fills her mouth and then gasping throat, for the third time that evening. His balls eruptive release into her choking and gurgling throat, coming fast as he admires her viciously bound body and he listens to her garbled pleading sobs.

…Many minutes later….

She groans as the guard spins the bolts tighter and tighter around the metal bar mouth piece gagging her for no better reason than to further degrade and humiliate her.

As if being kept naked and held in the most unrelenting and uncomfortable bondage wasn’t enough to crush her spirits and make her feel less than human. The warden and the guards of this hellish secret prison have gone the extra mile, at the President’s request, to make her life a living hell. Keeping her gagged and immobile, 24-7.

It’s been many, many days since her arrest, secret trial and incarceration. And every day has been worse than the next. Culminating in the declaration, she had learned while being strapped facedown to a torture table and entered violently from behind, that she was to be executed for her father’s so called political crimes.

She groans around the steel bar stuck deep in and unnecessarily cruel across her mouth. Drool mixed with the guard’s last bit of semen spills from her held open lips. It drips constantly. A wet trail of her own saliva now seemingly flowing down between her perky exposed breasts and over her pushed out tummy.

Eventually it trickles over the split folds of her abused young sex. A diabolical length of unrelenting steel chain feels like it’s splitting her in two down there, between her twitching trapped legs. The steel chain links only job, to hold her steadfast in the most excruciatingly uncomfortable position imaginable.

The guard who has been taking liberties with her mouth for the last hour or so zips up his grey work trousers and then half heartedly slaps her tear streaked face. He cups her quivering wet chin and smirks at her,

“You did good sweetheart. My balls feel satisfactorily drained…for now. But I gotta go mistreat some other unfortunate yet deserving bitches. Hope we saved some for them to swallow!”

He strides to the burnished mighty steel cell door and before exiting turns and tells her,

“Apparently the Executioner will be dropping by tonight too, to make sure everything is ready. But I will be back at dawn. Don’t want to miss joining in on the torture session the morning guard shift has scheduled for you. Plus, wouldn’t you like one more good face fuck before you leave this rock?”

Her head slowly shakes, the stiff leather collar she has belted around her slender neck, hindering her movements. Her sobs of despair and fear growing louder by the second as he continues taunting her.

“And I seriously don’t want to miss the show when the President himself will lift up your beaten and tortured body, and make you ride this big old spike. See you then…ya pretty little cock loving slut!”

Then he’s gone and she begins to violently shake and tremble. The knowledge that her life will end in a sick frenzy of needless torture and sexual abuse, because of this wrongful conviction, breaking her for good.

Hours go by, but it is still just before midnight. Dawn and the beginning of the horrific end of her life is still a good 7 hours away. She is moaning and groaning in relentless agony brought on by the persistent ache in her trapped limbs and contorted torso.

Blood trickles from her wrists and ankles as she tries to shift around in her restraints and find some little decrease in the degree of unbroken agony she is suffering.

The faint hope that she could escape these torturous cuffs and wooden ankle stocks pretty well washed from her mind when the door to the cell begins to creak and open slowly.

With a terrified groan and gasp of deep snotty sobs, she quakes in her bondage and watches fearfully as a dark dressed figure enters the execution cell.

He doesn’t even look at her at first. He turns as soon as entering the cell and approaches the far wall. There he hangs up a short thick bull whip, still dripping blood and stuck with bits of bloodied white flesh.

In his other hand he holds a brutal looking electrical shock device. The kind she had felt touched cruelly to her young nipples when she was first being introduced to the sick punishment of sucking on the overseeing guards thick long cocks.

She feels some little bit of relief when this man hangs it on the wall, beside the cane so viciously used to herd into the cell. Her relief short lived though as he turns around and his imposing frame looms over her trapped and shivering naked body.

“Whoa, what do we have here? My god, I knew I was to execute a young woman…But I had no idea you would be this….pretty!.. This hot!…What a fucking waste!”

His large hand cups her drool dripping chin and her pained moans and begging whimpers start up in a manner that even surprise her. Her waterfilled eyes look up at him longing for him to see her agony and hope that he will show mercy.

From his back pocket he pulls out his prison issued electronic scanning and tracking device. A movement that makes her twitch in terror.

“Oh don’t fret my adorable little slut, it’s not to bring you pain…just yet…It’s just to get your details and let me see why we are executing such a pretty and sexy hot young thing. I would have thought a young female as luscious and sweet looking as yourself, would have found herself locked away in one of the President’s private sex slave brothels.”

He holds it over the barcode tag dangling from her bolted on neck ring. A beep followed by a glow on the screen is followed by his brows rising in surprise.

“Oh…I see…you’re that tribute execution! An example to be made of….How diabolical, and extremely unfair to you! But that’s how our Majestic President likes to do things…Gratuitously nasty and completely unforgiving. So all who are thinking of going against him… will think again.”

The executioner’s speech only made her feel more distraught, frightened and utterly defeated. The ache in her imprisoned body matching the ache now in her chest and soul. Nobody was going to let her out of this predicament. No one was coming to her rescue or show her mercy.

This terrible feeling of self pity she was swamped with was followed by a desperate need to escape her bonds. Thus, her body began to shake, her limbs thrashing and jerking at her inescapable restraints.

She ignored the pain in her ankles and wrists as her skin shredded even more. Her deep gurgling sobs, her muted shrieks to be let go, growing louder by the second as the grinning executioner stood over her and petted her dirty blonde hair.

“Jesus my dear, if you keep up that utterly useless flailing and screaming, you’ll be hoarse and voiceless long before your pretty pussy ever finds itself mounted on the Impaler. That will not please the President, who I am sure will be live streaming…Or give your rebellious Father, when he watches your torture and execution, any idea of the true suffering you went thru because of him.”

The executioner stood back up tall, tapping his own bearded chin. An evil smirk forming on his face as he pondered out loud, “Hmmm, now how to shut you up till then.”

“I could go find a nice big ball or deep penetrating penis gag? I am sure you have seen the other prisoners condemned to lifelong terms, wearing them proudly around. But that would mean I couldn’t make use of these pretty lips of yours, and then watch my semen drip off them as I left you cowering and whimpering for the night.”

Then his face lit up with a grin and he reached down to her neck. She began to gurgle and make the most pitiful pleading sounds as his large hands played with leather collar belted around her neck. Cinching it two holes tighter, he stood back up to admire her flushed and pained face.

Her breathing now erratic and obviously panicked as her throat sealed up and her eyes bulged in horror. Her choked off shrieks and pleading now faint and almost unheard.

“Now let’s test this out.” The executioner breathed into her anguished air starved face as he dropped to one knee and then placed his hand on her quivering left breast.

“Honestly, what a waste to not keep these perky perfect sized tits around to play with.” He growled as he squeezed and kneaded her breast.

Moving his large hand to her other heaving tit, he played with it just as much. Though this time he pinched and pulled at her puckered nipple. A process he took delight in performing for the next few minutes as she desperately stared back at him.

Enjoying the look of discomfort on her red face, he crushed her sensitive bud between his fingers. His interest in hearing how loud she could shriek, answered by her meek and weak protesting gasps.

Then he slid his hand down over her tummy. Trying his best to avoid the crusty path of many days worth of dried up drool and semen that decorated her bare soft flesh.

His hand continued down over the steel belt that had been permanently locked around her waist since the first second of her arrest. The belt which they used to keep her wrists cuffed to, at all times, from her five minute secret trial to her agonizing trip into the sunless depths of this secret prison.

Well except for when she was strung up by her hands and arms so she could be cruelly whipped and then fucked by the guards. Or in this current situation, where it was being used to make her body bend and contort in the most savage way possible.

She was making more intense gurgling noises as his hand glided down over her arched out pelvis and exposed mound. He grinned at how well the morning guards had shaved her lightly haired pussy. The flesh of her mound and the chain link split cleft, where her sex started, was so smooth and delightful to touch.

It made his cock instantly harden to its fullest, and he had to adjust himself, obvious to her frightened and despairing eyes. They blinked rapidly at him as he then stroked his fingers across her swollen abused folds. His strokes firm and his panting now audible as he determinedly petted her trapped pussy.

With a perfectly directed long finger, he found her clit mashed into one of the taut chain links. The little bundle of sexual nerves, he began to massage with his finger.

His grinding of his finger into her clit, intensifying as the tears from her eyes exponentially increased and her choked moans seemed to come constantly. He couldn’t help himself, so he reached into his pants and pulled out his erect cock, pumping it fiercely as he rubbed and rubbed her chain link trapped clit.

There was a shudder in her arched hips as he suddenly jumped back up to stand tall. His right hand rapidly pumped at his dick. His other hand was fisting and pulling up on the length of chain splitting her ass and sex.

It was a cruel thing to do for sure, but as he panted and then cursed, his hot seed shooting from his cock, he knew then the tightening of the belt around her neck had been the way to go, to shut her up and save her voice for the coming morning’s excruciatingly painful execution.

“Definitely the way to go!” he gasped out loud as his cum kept spewing out and covering her gasping and near silently shrieking face.

Her hair, her scrunched up forehead and her almost purple cheeks, not to mention her gurgling bar gagged mouth, all received a shower of his hot sticky cum. Her vision even at one point heavily clouded as her eyes stung and the last shots of semen landed on her trapped face and rapidly blinking eyelids.

She had no way to wipe away the putrid mess on her face. No way to clean herself except kneel there trapped in her restraints and feel the warm gooey ejaculations slowly slide down her forehead, cheeks and chin. The semen in her mouth, she could barely swallow from the brutal tightness of the belt around her neck.

Then she watched with despairing horror as he patted her head and said, “Well that did quiet you down, didn’t it?… It should definitely save your voice for the screaming and howling the President will expect when we commence your execution tomorrow morning.”

Then he checked his watch, and his hands went to both sides of her trembling head. His fingers twisting at the bolts holding in her painful iron bar gag, as he said,

“Seems we have lots of time before then, before the dawn of your last painful day on this planet. So why don’t we truly test how silent your sobs and pleading can be…with my cock actually letting loose in your blubbering sweet mouth.”

And then he did just that…

…Dawn, or so she would guess from the fact that six large men have been surrounding her for near on an hour. She is taking in deep gasps of air and trying to swallow, since the belt around her tender rubbed raw neck has been loosened off a single notch.

The fact that she is naked in front of them, the fact that she is chained, cuffed and at their mercy barely registers with her as the last of the six men puts his spent cock back in his trousers and he takes a long puff on his smoldering fat cigar.

“You get that all on camera? Especially the part where her eyes rolled back in her head as I came down her throat and stubbed my cigar into her pretty tit?” The large fat man laughs loudly with sadistic delight, his voice aimed at the nearby fawning camera man filming the sordid scene.

“Yes Mr. President. Got it all. Even the little sizzle sound it made as you ground it into her tit. The live stream of this must be something to see. Must be very sobering for her father, if he’s watching.”

Below his portly waist, the young prisoner swallowed one final time and then began to uncontrollably sob. Great strands of the gathered men’s un-swallowed cum and drool ran from open, gasping mouth. And thru her cock abused and swollen lips she began to incoherently beg.

But over her meek useless pleading, the President’s loud voice sounded out, triumphant and menacing.

“Oh, he’s watching all right…Seeing how my secret police found him and his wife last night. This very minute we have them under house arrest. Their house I hear, of course equipped with the most high quality screens and audio!”

“So, time to give them something too really watch with horror and remorse. Time to show them how their sweet, no longer innocent daughter, screams and wails as she rides this steel spire of never ending pain!”

“And any bets on how many hours she takes to snuff it?!” he laughed out loud to the surrounding and equally humoured group of lecherous and applauding guards, before snapping his fingers…

“Now get her fine slutty young cunt up onto that nasty thing. Get those pretty flailing ankles locked down…I get to be first to turn the crank and see how loud her begging and pleading screams can get… for her protesting Daddy and Mommy!”

jbscaptivestories

You could say..she wasn’t totally worthless…

A funny little story from the early days of the Pandemic

Her eyes darted back and forth between to the two men towering over her. She tried to moan, to plead, through the large ball filling her mouth, but the strap was too tight. Her tongue and lips unable to dislodge it, for even a fraction of an inch.

Her life enslaved in this metal and chains was as close to completely pitiful as one could imagine. But this in her mind, was taking her already long abused and degraded spirits to a new low. Relegated to a currency for the most simple of life’s necessities.

Their deep voices carried on above her, as if she was a thing to be traded, which apparently, she was.

“Twelve rolls and I throw in all the useless cunt’s toys. She really hates having her ass stuffed and her pussy punished with these.” Her owner said, pointing to the filthy and stained well used implements lying on the floor.

The other man rubbed his chin as he stood by the thick metal door to her dungeon. He walked over close to her bruised and battered naked body. Trapped in metal body like it always was. He grabbed her hair and pulled a bunch into his fist. He jerked her head about and forced her to look up.

Her scared mournful eyes studied him, frightened by the sadism that lurked in those dark brown orbs. He grinned at her and asked. “So whore… are you worth twelve rolls? I sincerely doubt it..But making you scream and beg for the next few years could be fun…sooo.”

He let go of her head with a jerk and then turned to her owner, “Nine rolls and all her toys…That’s my final offer for this well used piece of fuck meat. I mean is there any part of this worthless slut that hasn’t been fucked a million times with a hundred different things in a million different ways?”

Her owner shrugged his shoulders and agreed, “Ya I know, I have had her for quite a few years…But she still gives amazing head. Don’t you slave?”

She meekly and obediently nodded just the tiniest bit. Her neck and chin movements stifled, by the severe metal collar and wrist device she was kept enslaved in at all times.

“And I hate to get rid of your sweet ass and mouth, but these are troubling times. Your master needs certain things in his life. And imagine that …You’re worth nine rolls of ultra soft toilet paper!” he said grinning and shaking the large package of toilet paper in front of her horrified face.

…….. Later …….

The man who had just bought her and delivered her to his own place, made her crawl on her sore battered knees through the concrete passage ways of his basement.

There were chains, ropes and implements of torture hanging everywhere that her mind did not want to fathom, as he whipped her ass and made her keep moving forward, further into the inescapable bowels of his homemade dungeon.

Her slick quivering thighs, still sticky with his cum, from his brutal first fucking of her, swept past each other as she tried to focus on moving forward and not on the tools of pain surrounding her.

Her ass was on fire as he kept flogging her and telling her, ”Move it along whore, I have a special place for you.”

He forced her into a tiny room at the back of the basement. There he locked her chaffed wrists, still firmly locked in her steel collar bar, to a chain attached to the wall. Her terrified eyes glanced around and noticed only a simple toilet in the room. Nothing else.

The toilet paper roll holder.. ominously empty.

She watched puzzled, as he pulled down his pants and then sat on the toilet. And then the true horror of her situation slowly took hold as he spoke with a grunt.

“You know, your old owner was not too bright…Like who the fuck needs toilet paper when you got a worthless ass licking cunt like you chained up in the bathroom!”

Finishing his business, he stood and began to loosen her gag. His sick laughter growing, as he watched the panic growing on her face and he turned his large soiled butt around to meet her now whimpering and sobbing face.

The realization of what sick thing she was about to be forced to do, spreading across her utterly distressed tear streaked face.

“Oh don’t go being a stupid cry baby slave. This is your new meaning in life now cunt. So get that tongue and mouth in there and clean.” He growled, before grasping the back of her shaking head and making her sobbing face disappear into his ass.

My writings are purely FICTIONAL and for entertainment purposes only. These are not real events. This comes from the deep recesses of my fucked up mind.

Price of Betrayal

I'm the third, and last, daughter and child of Bratva Pakhan, Boris Popov. I've just graduated university, officially obtaining my Master's. It's to help cement my role in my father's empire. All of my siblings have degrees to help cement their places at father's side. Or at least careers that align with helping keep my father out of prison.

It's my first night out in a while. I've not been the kind to go out and party off campus - yes I lived on campus while studying. I told my father I lived on campus or I wouldn't study at all. So he gave in.

Tonight I'm dressed in a short, stretchy skirt that rides up just past mid thigh. It helps accentuate my hips and ass. The bra I have on helps push my tits together, making them seem bigger than they already are. They're just a regular 42D but sometimes a girl wants them to be a bit bigger. They seem to snag a lot of attention. My shirt is the same stretchy material as my skirt. Resting low on my chest to show a majority of my tits and a little peek of my bra.

My hair is down tonight. After wearing it in a messy bun most of the time at school, I've had to let more than myself loose tonight. It flows down to the middle of my back. A few brunette strands stick out and cover my shoulders.

My heels, however, make me look as if a stripper has just walked in. Six inch platforms. Black to match the aesthetic I have going on. A smokey eye for make-up and a lined lip for lipstick. I think I look downright.. hot. I'm hot tonight, at least.

I smile at the bartender once I reach the bar and stake a seat on a stool that should probably be checked under a blacklight. "Whatever's fruity. And strong ..I need something strong." I yell over the blaring music.

I hear a cough while on my way to my car and turn, coming face to face with a hooded man. I don't get a chance to react, instead feeling the sudden sting across my cheek. I let out a cry as I'm shoved forward, stumbling and barreling towards the ground with him right behind me. "Get off of me!" I scream, my arms flailing and trying to hit him wherever I can. My legs kicked out in an attempt to throw him off of me. I start screaming in hopes someone would hear me.

Instead, I feel a cloth being plastered over my mouth and nose.

I shake my head frantically, my screams now muffled. My eyes wide while my arms keep flailing and hitting. My panicked breaths slowed and my vision started to blur. My arms and legs.. now sluggish in their movements. All I can think of, as blackness starts to cloud my vision, would my father even miss me? I'm the youngest of nine. My movements slow and my eyes droop for a moment before shutting as darkness finally pulls me under.

I hear voices in another language. I'm not fully conscious. But I can hear them filter in and out of my consciousness. I can't move. I don't know if I'm even trying. My head is pounding even worse now. I can't even move my arms to reach out. I'm aching. In a lot of places. I groan and try readjusting myself. My knees are tucked against my chest. My cheek is laid against my knees. My arms.. I think my arms are behind me. I groan again but when I try to open my eyes, they won't open. My body won't move. I remember the man.. oh god no.. the man.. he knocked me out. The cloth... Did he put me in here? Where was I going?

“Ah, you're awake.” a deeply accented voice barrels through my barely there consciousness as I begin to stir. Everything hurts. I don't know where I am. How long I've been out. It's been a while.. my limbs feel like they've not been moved in days.

“Tatiana Popov, youngest daughter of Boris Popov, Sir.” another voice says.

“Yes, thank you. You're dismissed.” It goes quiet for a few moments. I'm trying to open my eyes but they're.. they're so heavy and refuse to budge.

The hairs on my skin, however, recognize I'm in danger. I also conclude, by the feel of a breeze blowing gentle against my entire body, that I've been stripped.

“Tatiana..” the man says with a tsk tsk after. “I'd figured your father would've had the means to pay his debts but instead.. he chose to fuck me over." There's that quiet again, as if the man's thinking of what to say.

"Instead I fuck him over. The Yakuza do not play games. You will be the first step in my plan.” There's a hand on my cheek a moment later, brushing against my cheek before another tsk tsk sounds out.

“Such a pity.”

I feel my head lay against something hard. I feel like vomiting for some reason, my stomach is churning. Feeling is rushing back into my arms and legs. I try to open my eyes, groaning when I'm finally able to peek them open just a bit this time.

I feel that I'm strapped down to a table.. and a needle pressing into my skin. My eyes finally fly open and I see myself in an overhead mirror, I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of a bruise already coloring alongside my left jaw and cheek.

I go to reach out to touch it but am met with resistance once again. This time a whimper escapes.

"Wh-what.. wh-what's going on?" I ask no one in particular. I try to raise my head to see.. the plethora of people milling about the table.. everyone had on scrubs

"What's happening?" I ask a bit louder.

I drop my head back against the table and look into the mirror, watching their hands move over my body occasionally while a few people sanitize and put tools on a small platter. I swallow, my nerves completely shot. "Someone ..please.." I plead with the room. Had I been kidnapped to be experimented on? No.. that would be crazy. Then I remembered the man. The.. the Yakuza. He mentioned my father. What did my father have to do with this?

"What are you doing?" I ask again, seeing a guy positioning himself between my legs. I stare up at the mirror. "Please tell me what the fuck is going on!" I screech this time, kicking my legs and trying to pull them free of their straps. But my body doesn't move.

He begins to trace cold steel along my thigh. I watch from the mirror but feel nothing. My leg doesn't jerk away from his touch. It doesn't flinch. I can't feel a thing…

I watch the man carefully start clipping and snipping at my pubic hairs. I'm on pins and needles. Something is happening and nobody will tell me anything. Once he's done, he's wiping away the area and placing the tool back on the platter nearby.

I watch, horrified by what I'm seeing in the mirror. All color draining from my face. This man.. this ..surgeon.. has his hand on my pussy, my clit peeking out from its hood between two of his spread fingers.

"N-no.. wh-what..." I feel like the breath is being stolen from my lungs. "Wh-what the f-fuck are y-you doing.."

I keep watching the mirror. My eyes narrowed on my clit sticking out. "Get the fuck off of me!" I scream the moment I see a small scalpel in his other hand. "Get the fuck away!" I screech.

The room seems to fall twenty degrees chillier all of a sudden. My last screech echoing off the walls. I watch, absolutely horrified at the sight of him pulling back on my clit hood a bit, exposing more of my tiny bundle of nerves.

I start wailing at the sight of the scalpel digging into the lower part of my clit. My face only grows redder as a soul ripping sob tears through me. I watch him maneuver the scalpel through the biggest part of what brings me pleasure.

He pulls the scalpel through, severing that bundle of nerves completely. I watch as it's picked away by a pair of tongs as if it was just a mass needing removed. I lay there on that table, my body uncontrollably convulsing. I stare at that bloody red hole where it used to be.

Then I watch, my vision blurred, as it's cleaned and sanitized before they patch a white bandage over the top of it. As if it had been a nuisance that needed to be removed.

“Sir, you have a package.” one of Boris’ goons announces as he strolls into the room with a small box in hand.

He grunts and places the cigar between his lips and averts his attention from the pile of paperwork to the package. It's the size of a ring box. He takes the package from the man and checks it over. It has his address but there's no return address.

He sets the box down and takes a puff of his cigar, resting his head back against the chair. Placing the cigar in the nearby ashtray, he grabs his knife and tears through the tape surrounding the box. Popping the lid, he takes the cigar for another drag then places it back in the ashtray.

There's a folded piece of paper at the top he pulls free and unravels it.. seeing the stamp of the Yakuza and the message: The price of your betrayal - your daughter's womanhood.

He slams the note down and peeks inside the box. Staring back at him is that little bundle of nerves that once belonged to his youngest - Tatiana Popov.

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