Shipping a freshly sold chunky one…
Under the thick hood her incessant screaming had stopped, but she was by no means content with the cruel and sick situation she was stuck in.
Under that hood she was still in a terrified panic as she had lost all control of her life at the hands of this group of money loving and depraved perverts.
Kidnapped and enslaved, that’s what was happening to her, no matter her wishes. And they let her know that from the minute they took her and threw that stifling vision blocking hood over her head.
Under that thick black leather hood, she was distraught and desperate. So eager to plead with anyone if they took that horrendous ball out of her mouth and the light blocking thick hood off her overheated, sweaty head.
Her shackled hands kept tugging at the belt they had locked around her thick waist. The stiff steel belt dug painfully into her soft supple flesh.
The tugging of her cuffed wrists, which were locked to the sides of the over tightened thing, only made that cutting feeling of the belt into her waist more pronounced and more painfully uncomfortable.
But she couldn’t seem to help herself. Trying to struggle in her bindings at times so she could find some flaw in them, so she could escape this horrific situation, was all she had left it seemed after hours kept like this.
And the extra set of cuffs trapping her arms behind her wriggling back, just above her elbows, meant that she had very little freedom of movement. Next to none really as she lay there on the floor, for the most part naked, shaking and unsure of what they would do to her next.
Every now and then as she lay there breathing heavily through the two little nose slits in the leather hood, she would shudder as a faceless calloused male hand would find a part of her exposed body, and it would squeeze, pet and usually grope without any care of what she might think.
She had been stuck on her side trembling and lying on some wooden platform. Left to lay there for hours and hours now. Blind to the world because of the hood, but still able to hear, unfortunately.
It was a leather hood that had been forced over her head the moment they had snatched her in that poorly lit parking lot. A hood that they added a large jaw aching ball gag to the moment they had flung her into the back of some large vehicle.
A hood and a gag that then stayed on for every second of the time she spent having her skirt and panty ripped off. Her favorite red top yanked up over her tits in a frenzy by the lust filled men. Men who then did take a few seconds to slice up her bra with a knife and finally rip it off.
A hood and gag that stifled her pleading screams for help and meant she couldn’t see the faces of the many men who held her down, who braced themselves over her, so they could force their stiff excited cocks in between her thighs and give her a “Welcome to the slave life fuck!” As one whiskey breath man said before ramming his rock hard thick dick so hard into her she thought she would black out.
A hood that became her tiny intense prison as after the multiple violent violations in the moving truck, she felt them bind her ankles, cuff her elbows and add the cruel waist belt.
But they weren’t done with her yet. Not when there was that much ample MILF ass on display after they rolled her over and the stared down at her freshly stripped backside and thick thighs stuck together.
That’s when the group of men decided that this time… it would be fun to take her from behind as she lay utterly defenseless in the back of the truck.
Some six hours later and with as many stops as hours taken along the way to continue using her body, the truck arrived at some unknown destination.
At the business end of a painful cattle prod, she was unloaded from the truck. Then she had to force herself to wriggle her bound feet in a sick and near stumbling dance into the unseen world of a covert sex slavery auction house as they kept shocking her cum covered ass and bite mark decorated tits.
Forced to stand, freshly collared neck chained up to an unseen metal post, she was ordered to slowly spin on her toes and present her ‘Chunky but highly fuckable ass’ for inspection.
She had no idea that a live feed of her predicament was being broadcast out to a number of watching deviants and sadists who didn’t mind paying for a thick chunky thing like her, as long as the price was kept reasonable.
A price kept low compared to some of the other young sexy product that was forced to march through this place. Because after all she wasn’t anything special, just a nameless middle-aged woman soon to unwillingly become a sex and degradation old slave whore.
She did finally hear from a deep male voice speaking into her leather covered right ear. Words and sentences that sent her into an outright panic.
“You sold, bitch!...Pretty damn fast for a chunky one like you…And for more dinero than most of you chunky cowlike ones go for. You sold for twenty-six grand…Imagine that. I think it was your fine torturable tits that made you sell so quick! Ya, they’re a bit saggy, but nothing a set of tight-fitting steel tit rings can’t perk up!”
Unseen to her, as she stood there with her neck chained up high to that post she couldn’t see, the hands of this male voice pushed up even higher the snug red top she had been wearing when taken.
Those large hands then covered each of her generous tits…and they squeezed and kneaded them.
The unseen man dug his large strong fingers in hard. Then he pinched at her nipples, working them over until they felt hot. Then he added full twists, just to make her head start to thrash and some snotty sobs escape the hood’s nose holes, all so he could be amused.
After what seemed like minutes of this unwanted manhandling of her breasts, she squealed around her mouth blocking gag as he begn to slap upwards into one and bounce the breast in his large palm.
Squealing and shrieking under the hood, she next heard him say, “Your new owner also paid to have these bouncing boobies properly encased in steel choker rings…and of course branded, before shipping.”
A pair of large thumbs then rolled over her two sensitive nipples as he added,
“So when you arrive at his place, he’ll have little to do before doing lots of nasty shit to your precious tits. He wants to see us burn in some select words on your body and tits… and choke these two breasts in steel, live…So we’ll be streaming that for all our clients too!...Now let’s start with the snug steel bands that will choke these saggy tits into nice round balls of tit flesh…gorgeous tit balls that will be ready to beat and whip!”
That process made her start the bout of screaming and head flailing that would go on for hours.
Every time they strapped a belt around her body or limbs, every time they tightened one of the steel rings around her throbbing tits, every time they branded another permanent degrading letter into her flesh, her screaming would amp back up again to a pitch that even the staff of the slavery ring was surprised by.
A continuous frenzied panic from under the light blocking and voice silencing hood that would only come to a halt after they forced her to stumble along in the dark to the shipping dock.
There in her suffering pain hazy state, they kicked her feet out from under her, and they made her lie there degradingly naked and bound on some sort of wood platform.
Her belt bound ankles chained and padlocked to a corner of the wood. The nipples of her aching and abused tits, peaking in the cool incoming air of the back alley.
After hours of lying there and unable to escape this all too real nightmare, and listening to them further discuss the sale of her body and shipping arrangements like she was nothing, just a piece of meat.
A sick and disturbing feeling that was re-enforced when the dreaded moment came and she heard the men rumble,
“Time to drag your plump ass onto a delivery truck. You ready to head off to your new life as a sex slave whore for some horny bastard who thinks you’re just his purchased piece of fuck meat?...Because bitch, that’s what you are now.”
She shook her head violently trying to scream around the gag that she wasn’t a piece of meat…that she wasn’t a sex slave…that was illegal…this was immoral…and just plain wrong.
But of course nothing came out but an unintelligible cacophony of desperate female grunts and groans. Groans that morphed into loud shrieks and screams as she learned what the tit bondage allowed the controlling men to horrendously do to her.
She felt the chains being attached to the inside of her almost painful tit rings. She heard the ‘click’ and then felt the braided steel cable being attached to that short length of ‘tit chain’ as one man called it.
He let her know that’s what it was called as he growled down over her and his hands locked all the metal together in between his groping of her balled out tits and needless hard pinching of her puckered sore and throbbing nipples.
Then the tugging began. The cruel and painful pull that flooded her chest and made her shriek in agony and mental distress, as some unseen man picked up the cable and like the leash it really was, he began to pull her body around…and the wheeled slab of wood she lay on.
The knowledge that what she lay on actually had wheels and was used to drag around bound up and newly sold sex slaves, just hitting her now as she heard over her own screaming one of the men laughingly say,
“Let’s take your hooded chunky ass the long way out of here on this sled…We'll give your trussed up cunt a nice tour of the facility so we can show you off to all the other cunts stuck in here and waiting to be sold. It should go a long way to making some of the more obstinate and reluctant ones fall in line and bend to our will.”
And then they wheeled off…Our gagged and hooded, nameless captive being painfully pulled along by her suffering tits, on ‘Slave Sled #2’. Her screaming and sobbing quite loud for one being so well hooded and securely ball gagged.
Pulled all through the secret facility, a place she couldn’t see, but past many leering male eyes and plenty of highly shocked, tear flooded female eyes, until they once again returned to the spot where they actually had started…and the truck waited for her, to take her on her final unwilling journey.
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