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CHAPTER 32
SUSTANTIVA ESCLAVA FOR
(Slave for sale)
The further
She noticed several boys looking up her short skirt and smiling as she got out. Sue blushed knowing they had to have seen her naked pussy with so little to the skirt. Little did she know, the same boys would see a hell of a lot more of her before the conclusion of her trip.
The boys who appeared to be anywhere between the ages of 14 and perhaps 16 worked the leather thongs around her wrists tightly and pulled together until her arms were painful stretched out to her sides. One of them went around the fence and grabbed hold of her hair through the fence. Susan tried to look back but he had a good grip on her hair. She couldn’t even turn her head. Then from the front the other boy passed several coils of the leather lashing around her neck and passed the end to the boy behind her. She began to choke as she felt him pulling the strap upward. As best she could, Susan tried to rise up on her toes before he stopped pulling on it and finally tied it off. She now felt her face turning red do to her limited air flow and for the first time she began worrying about her very life.
Susan tried to move to lessen the choking of the leather strap. Although her effort raised herself up perhaps an inch or so, this panicky tip toe dance also made her braless tits jiggle and gain the attention of the boys.
Susan felt a couple pair of hands grabbing at her tits while
some comments she didn’t understand were made about her. Suddenly the halter
top was untied and her tits poured forth. Frantic at what might happen next she
tried to turn her head and look toward the building where
She lost all concern or fight when she felt her skirt being pulled off of her. Each of the boys took turned feeling her up. Playing with her very dark crimson tits and shoving their fingers into the American’s cunt. Susan tried to block out the fact that mere boys were quickly bringing her to a climax right out in the open. Susan climaxed several times from their continues finger fucking and each time they express amusement and made comments when they saw her body quake and quaver as she rode out each orgasm.
Finally they left her and went inside the building where
“She doesn’t need a ring gag.”
“It is a new rule Senior Trent. We have had some slaves recently, who have tried a last act of rebellion and hurt some clients. It is now a rule while on display, slaves for sale must be either gagged for silence or ring gagged.”
“Ok, then use the ring gag. She’ll
want as many cocks in her mouth as she can get.”
“I think we got the perfect device. As you say she is an older cunt but those tits are mucho grande. They should be a selling point don’t you think?” the Mexican men said holding one of Sue’s already sore bloated tits in his hand. Sue screamed as his hand went from cupping her tied tit to crushing it with his hand. The only purpose for this was to watch her suffer, so in spite of her pleas and screams and thrashing which was so forceful that she made the fence shake, he sadistically laughed at her. Sue considered kicking out at him to try and stop him from digging his fat fingers into her bound tits but she knew she better and fought back her urge.
“As you said Miguel, her tits are her a
selling point. You know what they say, if you damage it, you bought it?
Miguel laughed. “If I could afford one of the many American cunts that come through here, do you think I would be making torture devices for a living?”
“Miguel we both know you love your work. How many different
cunts do you get to fuck every month?
Miguel and the boys laughed. “Enough to
hope to be doing this for another 25 years.” He said finally letting
Sue’s mangled tit go. Her tit throbbed from his molesting. “I will get you a
back bender so this cunt can parade around showing her tits off for you.” He
went inside. Meanwhile
Next her wrists were pulled back behind her and the curved
frame but they were also pulled painfully upward. Quickly more leather straps were
added below and above her already tied tits and finally a loop around her neck,
all of which were tightly tied to the small arched shaft. When they stepped
back they looked at a woman who stood compelled to present her tits outward and
upward. “Perfect! Don’t you think?” Miguel asked
“Listen up slut.”
Sue felt a long zap to her left nipple. When her high pitch
yelp ended,
Susan felt someone’s hands between her legs and soon discovered her worse fear as similar clips, bells and devices were attached to each of her cunt lips. A series of short and long shocks there indicated for her to kneel, stand, spread her legs, bend as far forward as her arched back would allow and several more compulsory movements and act. Susan began to worry because by the time their hasty but painful obedience instructional session was over she would be expected to respond to any of the 14 different movements or actions. Under this much duress, Susan already had forgotten some of the commands. She desperately wanted to ask for a chance to hear the list again but without the shocks but she was just a slut slave to be played with which meant either way she’d feel the pain that turned these men on.
One of the boys said something to the other just moments before Susan felt the shock to both of her pussy lips. She knew this meant for her to move forward. As she staggered forward she felt the big cock up her ass shift moving within her with each step. The bells hanging from her tits and cunt also sounded out their playful tinkling but the simple act of walking was anything but playful to the stringently bound blond. A shock to her left tit and Sue turned left only to feel a shock to her right tit. The result was moving in the exact direction she was originally moving only her jerking and agonizing cry was music to the two boys playing with their helpless toy.
“How about a nice cold cerveza, Senor Trent?”
Susan heard Miguel say. “We can catch up with Roberto and Juan later.” As much
pain and wrong that
A roar went up as she was driven into the first bar room. Susan couldn’t understand anything that was being said but she knew all the comments were about her.
“Participio pasado knelt.” Someone said just before she felt
the three shocks that directed her to kneel. Susan carefully lowered herself to
her knees, trying desperately not to fall forward. Once she was kneeling she
could see a heavy set Mexican man with gray hair and an evil grin. He asked the
boys some questions. Susan heard
“So your ass is for sale slut?” he said looking down at her.
As hard as it was to accept this fact Susan attempted to nod yes.
“You look hot. Does the sustantiva esclava want some cerveza?” he laughed. Susan knew he was asking her if she wanted beer but didn’t know if she should respond. The man moved over her face and whipped out his cock. “You can drink the cerveza that Diego drink first.” With that a stream of yellow piss hit her face and eventually was aimed into her open mouth. Susan tried to swallow as much of the pungent urine as she could. The place went up in a roar of laughter as the blond American seemed to greedily gulp down the bar owner’s piss.
When his flow stopped she heard him say something to the boys. Susan felt three zaps to both her nipples and three to her cunt. She couldn’t remember what this meant so she received the same electrical commands several times before someone shouted for her to get up and dance.
Susan frantically struggled to stand and began swaying her hips which made the four bells jingle to the delight of the patrons. She was forced to continue her lewd dance while some music was turned on. Every so often someone would approach her and grab her tit or cunt or ass or anywhere they wanted while moving with her bowed body. Her tits already were tender from the tight leather straps but the distended orbs seem to be a favorite that the men grabbed and squeezed while she screamed in agony from their rough abuse. Often while they grabbed and twisted her deep purplish melons she’d shrink back from the terrible pain. This only earned her long shocks to her nipples until she had to will herself into offering herself to the man abusing her.
Again Sue felt the three zaps that directed her to the ground. This time she simply dropped to her knees. The man over her shoved his cock though the ring gag and down her throat. They seemed amazed that she could take his full length. Susan tried to use her tongue on the cock as he fucked her face. Since her entire upper body was one with the curved frame, all the man had to do was grab the top of the wooden arch so he could jerk her head and body to the rhythm he desired.
One by one, men shot their cum down her throat and played with or simply abused her tits, ass and cunt. Several times she was brought to a climax and had to stand lewdly, legs spread before everyone as her body shook in a forced orgasm. She didn’t know what was worse, them treating her as nothing but a cum depository and sex toy or the fact her body responded to all this mistreatment with so many climaxes.
By the time someone helped her drink some water and splashed her face to clean her up a little, she was dripping with perspiration and panting so hard the bells tinkled from her panting breath. Susan felt the stinging of the zappers. She was guided once again out into the dirty town street. She would soon encounter the same treatment over and over again as she made the rounds of all the bars and slave ranches so Trent Williams’ sustantiva esclava could be seen, used and abused by those who might have an interest in owning the slut or represented those who had the money to buy her.
Miguel and Trent came upon her around 4 that afternoon. Her
tied tits were extremely dark. The lack of blood and the many men who mashed,
slapped or mauled her tits had taken their toll.
“Si senor. I will see if I can reserve it. A lot of the guests now days, who come to play out their fantasies, request its use. Nothing like a submissive wife who thought she was coming down for a light whipping session to discover her husband condemned her to a night of open unlimited fucking and abuse by anyone who wants to use her.”
“I’d appreciate if you could get it for this slut. I want her to be seen by as many potential buyers as possible but I will have to get back and tend to feeding a couple animals I’m watching over.”
“What limits do you want enforced ?”
“Jes, I know but lately groups have been coming here, paying the hundred dollar visitor’s fees just to have a chance to beat a woman. Depending on how many they are and how much they have had to drink they have torn up a few slaves on the stand.”
Susan was visibly shaken hearing all of this. She couldn’t imagine being left in this place in other’s hands with unlimited possibilities of abuse.
Juan and Roberto were ecstatic about the possible extra earning this pretty blond could generate. Much of the times, the slaves being sold were fat nasty bitches who would never get fucked if they weren’t a slave to be abused first hand. Then there were the flat chested homely sluts, that might have some potential but needed a lot of work. This one, Juan thought had a fantastic shape, a pretty face and tits you just wanted to flog. He .was sure Roberto and himself would get a few under the table offers by a few men to do more than just fuck this American slut and the fact that Senor Trent would be back in the states to attend to something, they figured they would have a little extra time to clean the slut up and cover up some of her extra frivolities.
“Ok, better take those cords off her tits for now. If I know you two, she’ll have plenty of time with them thrust up tightly tonight.”
A loud groan escaped Sue’s open mouth as the leather straps were peeled from around her swollen breasts. The pain of rushing blood back into her fun bags was so great that Susan dropped to her knees and gasped for breath. “What’s the matter slut, don’t you want the nooses off your tits?” Susan couldn’t respond. All she could do was moan and try to take in small gulps of air. “You will be happy to know a few of the Japanese gentlemen you met at the Hang Her High Ranch earlier have shown some interest in you. Do you remember them slut?”
Susan nodded yes. Indeed she did remember them . They abused her tits a lot from slapping, to taking off a belt and beating them, and even punching them as if they were punching bags. Susan could not believe such placid looking men could be so cruel. What little English they spoke they referred to the fat tit American. One of them wanted to hang her by her tits but the boys told them that was going too far with the allowable liberties of Senor Trent’s sustantiva esclava. “So far slut, they are the only ones who have shown real interest in an old cunt like you.”
Susan’ mind was going a mile a minute. All the abuse and pain she had suffered and only three Japanese sadists were interested. And this whole business about a 30 year old being old. Sue knew she had a fantastic body. It was hard to believe she was considered old for a slave. She found herself almost upset with the fact she didn’t appeal to more of the men.
Later as she weakly hung on the X frame. Susan wondered what was the matter with herself. Was she as sick as those who abused her? Here she begged some dyke for a climax. As painful as it was, Susan couldn’t understand how or why her climaxes seem to intensify as the pain increased. Was she really a pain slut? Was it because of her suppressed need that her husband, niece and herself all put into the situation they were?
Sue’s time on the frame was far from over. Other women repeated as cruel of torments as they could think of. Some were upset at their husband’s or boy friend’s lust for the naked blond. Others simply had always wanted to get back at a woman with such a sexy body. All were fascinated with this golden opportunity to deliver payback to the girl they remember in high school who got all the guys, or the cheerleader who had it easy in class or the woman who stole a boy friend. Their vengeance may have been intended for another but it was Susan Banks, slut slave for sale that had to endure the pain.
This would be her fate until she was finally released, given some substance, truly rested and prepared for her upcoming long night’s presentation. Susan Banks was beginning to distinguish the transformation from captive to an actual white slut slave for sale. She was beginning to worry a bit more about her own situation over her husband’s or niece’s. As a slave she had little options but to serve and/ or endure however everyone seemed to enjoy conveying as much pain to her as possible. This wasn’t the idea of slavery she had thought might transpire.
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